#the sky on my way to meet a friend and see poor things

[hiddenworldofmary]

january in 9 pictures

#january was both great and horrible #pictures in order: #beach on a very cold and windy day #the boy and the heron in the cinema #my snow angel #lots of snow in the park #finishing a paper by the window #the sky on my way to meet a friend and see poor things #restaurant worthy baked veggies with pumpkin seed hummus #gluten free banana bread recipe i wrote down for my parents #iced matcha in a warm drink cup which seemed and tasted absolutely wrong #(cold drinks go in tall glasses without handles and hot drinks go in mugs with handles fight me) #mine #also if you stumble upon this post and happen to speak polish you’re welcome for the banana bread recipe

[st4rychnine]

Cheating Spree ★ Suguru Geto

mature content!

you can't feel anything anymore; the rain seems to have washed everything away. it soaks through your clothes, chilling you down to the bone, yet you don't care, you can't. you're done caring, you're tired. 

you sigh, finally pausing your long walk to look up at the darkened sky, pouring rain as if it was weeping for you.

then you realize. you're in front of gojo and geto's shared apartment. you gasp, sigh, and think… this was as good a time as any. despite the fact that you're literally a dripping wet mess, you're going to break up with satoru.

when you ring the doorbell, it's suguru that answers.

at a hulking five foot eleven, bulging muscles, obsidian eyes, and unending miles of long, dark hair, you swear on your life that suguru geto is the most attractive man you'd ever seen. and here he was, standing before you in nothing more than grey sweatpants. 

"you alright? why're you standing in the rain like that; wanna come in?" his voice is low, husky, sexy. you stammer while trying to answer.

"I– is…" you swallow, clear your throat. "Is satoru home? There's… something I'd like to… talk to him about. briefly." it takes everything in you to not stare at his bulging pecs.

oh man. when you say the man was built like a Greek God, you meant it. but it was an awful time to thirst over your ex's best friend. even though he was leaning against the door frame without a single care in the world. even though you could clearly see that sexy trail of hair, stretching all the way from his lower abdomen and disappearing into his sweatpants.

holy fuck. 

suguru hums and meets your eyes, amusement dancing in the obsidian depths. then he shakes his head. "nah, I should be asking you that though. earlier, he told me that he was going on some bar date with you, so. unless…” then it dawns on him.

you thought you were behind feelings, but you couldn't stop the small twinge of pain in your chest that your boyfriend was away screwing other girls and lying to his best friend that he was out with you.

it sucked.

you blink at the news, then sigh, resigned. "alright. I'll… be on my way then."

just as you turn around, ready to leave, he stops you with a call of your name. "I don't think you should be out in this weather. come on in. you can stay the night."

you don't have the strength to disagree. 

in about fifteen minutes, you've settled on the couch in one of suguru's old shirts, swathed in blankets with a cup of steaming coffee warming your hands.

suguru's at the kitchen counter, whipping up something small for himself.

the coffee doesn't do it for you. you need something stronger; something to make you forget. "geto? do you happen to have any alcohol on you?”

“uh… I think so. should be somewhere,” he says, opening and closing a few cupboards until he hits the jackpot. he gets out a tall bottle, tinted a dark black, and pops it open. he pours the contents into two glasses, then turns around, hands you one filled with a bromine-coloured liquid.

you accept it gratefully, downing half the glass in a single gulp. 

it's liquid fire, leaving you wincing as it slides down your throat. liquid fire, but it tasted lovely. it had an orange-like flavour with a slightly bitter undertone. "it's nice." you say, and it's true.

suguru smiles. "I know – it's our most expensive." he takes a sip of his drink.  “you can sleep in Satoru's room. I don't think he'll be returning tonight.”

you shake your head, a pang striking your chest. “I'd rather sleep on the sofa.” you say matter-of-factly. 

he hums in response.  “you can take my bed then. i’ll take the sofa.” 

again, you shake your head, insisting on the sofa. the last thing you wanted to do was to make the poor guy uncomfortable. he's already being such a darling, helping out a brokenhearted girl. you didn't want to inconvenience him any further. 

but that's technically what you end up doing because he insists, and you're unable to argue. you down the rest of your drink and hold out your glass for another.

while refilling the glass, Suguru asks, “so… do you want to watch a movie?”

you don't say no.

you end up watching some stupid fucking horror movie, which left you practically trembling against suguru, covering your face and peeking between your fingers.

you hadn't expected it to be this scary. it was a movie that had always been on your to-watch list, and now, you absolutely regret choosing it. it's interesting, but definitely won't leave you with peace of mind for the next few days.

“sorry…” you murmur, voice pitched high and slurred from the alcohol. “I don't do well with horror movies.”

suguru laughs, eyes glued to the screen. “why’d you pick it, then?”

“I don't knowwwww!” you cry, flinching at a scene and covering your eyes. God knows you might share suguru’s bed with him tonight. no, not in that way. “i didn't know it was this scary!”

“it's not even that scary,” he says, still chuckling.

“yeah, maybe to you! we're sharing your bed!” you cling onto his arm, burying your face in his shirt.

“really?” he smirks, and your face burns at the implied meaning. “fine, but you've gotta watch it.”

you shake your head, no.

“please?” suguru asks, trying to pry your hands away from your face. they don't budge. “aw, come on! its only fun if we watch it together!”

“I'm not here to have fun!”

“but you should, regardless of your purpose.” he tries to pry your fingers away from your face, and finally, you give in.

the rest of the movie is spent with you clutching at Suguru for a dear life and screaming, especially when unnecessary. 

by the time the movie is over you're a mess, laughing with tears running down your face. “ne– never again!” you half-sob.

he pats your head. “don't worry, you did good. at least you enjoyed it, yeah?”

you sniff and turn away.

he calls your name. twice. you refuse to answer though, feigning mock anger. although he probably deserves it genuine after forcing you to watch that stupid fucking movie. its your fault though, technically. you shrug and scoff.

Suguru decides in that moment. he's going to fuck you. being honest, he's always wanted to. and now, he's got a chance. he'll take it. oh and, he wanted to piss satoru off. it was well deserved. so once more, he calls you. 

you turn to him, pupils blown wide in the reflected television light, lips wet. damn, he wanted those around his cock.

he shifts closer to you; your lips are almost touching. you have no idea when the energy around the two of you changed.

"you want revenge on Satoru, yeah? well, I've got a plan." he mummurs huskily, his lips brushing yours. 

"wh– what is it?"

"let me fuck you." then he smashes his lips on yours.

the kiss is unlike anything you've ever experienced before – with satoru or otherwise – and, oh boy, you loved it. your lips are pried open, your tongue dancing with his in the most sloppy, lewd kiss you've ever partaken in. 

you know it's wrong. I mean– you're technically cheating on your boyfriend, aren't you?

but even as the thought crosses your mind, you push it away. 

tit for tat.

his hands grip your waist, pulling you even closer to him as the kiss gets even filthier and filthier, then the two of you pull away.

you're left panting and gasping for breath and suguru, well, looks otherwise unaffected. but the growing erection in his grey sweatpants states otherwise.

"you accept?" you swear his voice grows an octave deeper. 

you need him so bad. "ye– yes…" you whisper. "yes sir."

his thumb strokes your cheek, and he presses another kiss to your lips. "I want you to suck my cock for me. would you do that?” he whispers against them. you nod.

your heart beats furiously, head dizzy as you find yourself on your knees. you feel like you're dreaming.

if you are, then it's a good one.

suguru loosens the ropes on his sweatpants and pulls the front down, just enough for his boner to pop out.

it's longer and thicker than anything you've ever seen; not that you'd seen that many anyway. but still. it's length was tremendous – you'd roughly estimated about ten inches, his girth about thee.

all in all, you don't think it'll fit. in your mouth or otherwise.

"you're staring like you're seeing something extraordinary.” suguru smiles

you're about to dish out a mildly disturbed ‘because it is!’ but you hold your tongue and give the tip an experimental lick to stop him, from saying anything else.

then you take a big breath and wet it with your saliva before taking the thing into your mouth. 

the thing is monstrous, the head barely fitting past your lips. you try as possible to keep your teeth away from it, opening your mouth wider than comfortable. tears bead in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks.

you get the head, then the first few inches. you try to work your tongue around it as much as possible; if there was any one thing you learned while with satoru, tongue action was key.

you're less than halfway – about three inches in – and the tip was already poking the back of your throat. you have no idea what to do except keep going. so you take the next two inches. 

the wet suckling noises you make, the tears that stream down your cheeks – they turn suguru on even more, his cock twitching in your mouth. he's literally a grown man, but watching you struggle to get down the sheer length and girth of him is doing things to him. he's a grown man, but he's about to blow his load already. it takes everything in him not to. "fuck– you're doing quite good. you've got a bit more to go."

that certainly gets you going. you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, willing yourself to not choke. you swallow down the next three, whimpering lowly around him. tears prickle at your eyes and trail down your cheeks.

"almost there. come on. thats my girl – fu– yeah?" suguru's voice is audibly strained, his fingers clutching your hair. oh man, he's about to lose it. 

you force yourself down on the last two, your nose finally pressed against his pubes. you tremble, forcing yourself to not choke around it's girth.

you did it! but at what cost?

you open your eyes, looking up at him though your lashes. My guy looks like a Greek god; long black hair sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face and his neck, thick brows furrowed, dark black eyes endless and glossy, and god, he's so fucking fine.

you're dripping through your underwear.

he calls your name in what is almost a moan, gripping your hair in a fist. "shit – fuck, don't look at me like that–"

you hum through a mouthful of dick then shrug. like what?

maintaining eye contact, you pull your head backward, almost choking as his length retracts from your throat. you pull back halfway, then go down again, swallowing the half-length. 

you continue the movements, – retract, then swallow – slow and jerky at first, but eventually, you begin to build a steady pace.

saliva and precum leak out of your mouth, coating his cock with a transparent sheen and suguru groans above you, hands gripping your face as his hips fuck subtly into your mouth.

a mild, salty taste builds at the back of your throat as his precum leaks from the tip of his dick. you use your tongue to pleasure him as much as possible, your jaw aching.

“fuuuuck– agh– shit, that feels good. fuck–” suguru grunts and slips his cock out of your mouth, wetting your cheeks with a mixture of saliva and precum, and smearing your tears.

“wh–” you begin, voice cracking. you clear your throat and start again. “what's wrong?”

“fuck, I'm… if you keep that up, I'm gonna cum.” suguru whispers through breathy pants. 

he's so pretty, you stare for a bit before answering. “that's fine. if you don't cum down my throat, where will you cum?” the alcohol in your blood makes you bolder than usual. 

he makes a sound deep in his throat and slips his cock back into your mouth, gripping the sides of your head and making you take the whole thing fully.

“I'm… I'm gonna fuck your mouth,” he mumbles, strands of dark hair falling over his eyes. slowly, his hips fuck his cock into your mouth, in and out, smearing precum around inside your mouth. 

he gasps lowly with each thrust he makes into your mouth, abdominal muscles tensing as he does so. his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks damp with sweat. 

as the pleasure builds, his hips increase their pace, until his cock is entering and exiting your mouth so fast, you're almost gagging around him. his gasps turn to small groans, his fingers gripping your hair tighter to slam your face into his pubes with each upward thrust he makes.

you can feel how close he is – his cock dripping and twitching in your mouth. you need him to cum, before your jaw cracks open and falls to the floor. so you suck in your cheeks even more, creating a strong vacuum that, from experience, would make Satoru spill instantly. 

it works it's intended effect.

"holy fucking shii–t.” he takes extra care in pronouncing the t. “fuck, keep that up. fuck, im cumming.” he warns, and that, he does.

ropes and ropes of hot salt spill into your mouth, down your throat. you almost choke, try to pull away, but suguru holds you there, letting his cum flow down your throat. it's salty and thick, and more of an acquired taste if anything, but its not completely awful.

Suguru groans deep in his throat with each spurt of him down your throat, his head tilted back, thick hair cascading down his back and sticking to his skin in some places with sweat. his eyes are half closed, cheeks flushed, and jaw locked tight to keep himself from moaning. though your tears, you still can't get over how absolutely beautiful he was.

he holds you there for a good minute, his cum never stopping its flow until it does, and you drag your head back, pulling him out of your mouth.

you cough, splutter. some of his cum exits through your nose and you wince.

“fu–fuck." suguru pants, chest heaving. “fuck, you're an expert.” 

you smile at that. “thanks,” you whisper, voice hoarse.

your skin is flushed, eyes dark and unfocused, a trickle of cum dripping down your jaw. you looked absolutely delectable. suguru could just eat you up.

and he decides he will – you need some loosening up anyways. 

he picks you up, biceps bulging, and you squeal as he all but flings you on the sofa.

before you can think, he's on top of you, lips back on yours, tongue entwined with his. a small moan escapes you, and he groans into your mouth, lips trailing down to your jaw, then your neck. 

“g– get– sugu–ahh! fu–uuh–ck!”

his teeth attack the skin, tongue lapping the fresh bruises as they appear. you know they'll turn an angry colour tomorrow but you can't care. you need him.

his palms trail up the shirt, skimming over your thighs then higher. higher, until–

his thumb brushes your clit and you jolt, body tending under his.

"you're dripping" he mumbles, pushing a thick digit inside you. "just from sucking my dick? fuck." 

you whimper in response.

suguru fucks you with that single finger, pumping it in and out if your drenched pussy. the steady build of pleasure has your legs almost locking around suguru's forearms. 

he adds another finger. That stretches you a bit, and you grit your teeth at the barely-there but still-existent pain. more pumping. the build of pleasure, but faster this time, more intense. your hear the slick, squelching sounds of his fingers in your pussy, and you blush.

his lips are back on yours again, just as insistent. he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and you gasp as he presses his fingers into you harder, thumb working lazy circles on your clit. you squirm.

"ooh, you like that?" suguru grins. you don't answer, biting your lips to keep back moans. he clicks his tongue. “no, baby, don't keep those precious sounds from me, yeah? come on, good girl.” he whispers huskily into your ear, suddenly curling his finger into you and hitting a spot that makes you see stars.

you yelp, back arching off the sofa, a strangled moan being forced out of your throat. 

"ooh! that's it. I need more from you. can you do that?" he doesn't wait for your response. insistently, his fingers curl inside you, massaging that perfect spot deep inside you and, fuck, you can't help the moans and gasps that tumble out of your lips without permission.

you can't help how good it feels, his fingers stretching you open, slick dripping around his fingers. can't help but think how exquisite it would feel if they were his cock instead. 

you squeeze your eyes shut, back arching against the sofa, with suguru very steadily leading you towards the delicious edge of an orgasm.

“fuck– mmmph! geto, I– ahh!” it hits you like a train. your back arches of the sofa, eyes rolling back in your head from the absolute pleasure. your legs tremble. cunt twitching around his fingers and you try your hardest not to scream.

the pleasure was brain numbing; better than anything that you've ever felt, leaving your body spent and sagging into the sofa, eyes barely able to focus on his lovely face.

it takes every bit of suguru’s self control not to fuck you senseless right then, to lose himself in your tight cunt. instead, he presses his lips on yours, lazily exchanging saliva, and kisses down your body – to your navel, and then–

you jolt, a curse ripping through your throat as a hot, open mouthed kiss is placed on your clit. it startles you, but suguru doesn't give any time to recover, licking and sucking at the little nub like his life depends on it. 

“does that feel good? tell me.” suguru murmurs into your skin. 

unable to form words you moan, running fingers through his thick, black hair. 

“Delicious…” suguru murmurs into the moist flesh, the vibrations going straight to your clit. you almost scream.

suguru geto eats pussy like an expert, his tongue worming his way into you, slurping up your juices wetly like he'd been dehydrated for months. he licks flat-tongued stripes up your clit before sucking it into his mouth, basically playing with it on his tongue.

you're losing it, fingers raking through his dark hair, pressing him into you, legs wrapped tight around his head. you're close; you can practically taste it at this point, with your thigh muscles contracting, stomach clenching. and then–

white.

white and static and the most overwhelming flood of pleasure you've ever felt. it rolls over you in thick, heavy waves, weighing you down and making you practically seize. 

you don't know how long it takes for you to come to your senses. 

by the time you do though, you're at the cusp of another orgasm, suguru still working his ministrations on your clit.

you scream at him to stop. it's too much; you're too sensitive! 

your pleas, however, fall on very deaf ears. he doesn't stop, gripping your hips to keep you in place while he continues. he rolls the tender nub around his tongue like he would a lollipop, and, once more, you're seizing on his tongue.

you black out for longer this time. when you come to, you find suguru looking at you with a mix of fascination and awe, his dark eyes glossy with arousal. his entire upper body is drenched, either with sweat or... something else. it's like someone threw a bucket of water at him.

“more.” he groans, voice husky. “give me more of that.”

before you stutter out denial, his lips are back on your lower ones, tongue-fucking you into ecstasy.

from that point on, you lose track of the number of orgasms you've had that night. all you know is that it was definitely not in the single digits. but the time suguru is done making a meal out of you, you, the couch and suguru are drenched with your bodily fluids. you're also a senseless mess, body still trembling, overstimulated.

suguru kisses up your abdomen, tongue lingering on your nipples before he finally comes up to kiss your forehead.

“I need to- I need to fuck you. you'll let me, won't you?” he questions pleadingly, grinding his erection against your cunt. “pl– fuck– please, I can't go to bed like this.” his eyes are soft, pleading and begging for you. and, fuck, you can't deny him.

suguru wonders why he all of a sudden can't control himself around you. why all he can think about is bottoming out in your warm cunt. it's obviously not the first time he's doing this, definitely not the last… but his cock is the hardest it's ever been, his heart thumping against his ribcage. he chalks it up to the excitement of fucking his best friend's (ex) girlfriend. or maybe the alcohol, though he wasn't one to let something like that affect his judgment. 

but fuck it, whatever. the two of you have gone past the point of no return.

“that's my girl.” he smiles, placing another kiss on your forehead. and then your cheek

you feel the tip of him pressed against you. grunting, he tries to push it in, only for it to slip against your wetness, nudging against your clit.

you whimper at the feeling, heart pounding in your chest.

again, he tries pushing his tip inside you, this time guided by a hand against his pulsing member. it slips inside you with ease and you both moan at the intrusion. 

for you, the pleasure is spiked with pain as his fat cock splits you open at the seams, threatening to unravel you. you hiss and whimper at each inch sliding into you, your pussy pushing him out with each contraction around his dick.

“sh- fuck, you're so fucking tight.” he says through gritted teeth, physical exertion making his muscles tense. “you've gotta loosen up, or i might not pull out in time.”

silently, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you and at the same time making him bottom out. the tip of his cock hits the opening of your cervix and you yelp, pleasure and pain mixing into a hot brew in your stomach and tightening into a cord. 

“...the fuck did that come from?” he groans, voice tight. he rocks his hips into you, gripping your waist tight and hissing. 

you shake your head, unknowing. all you do know is that you need him. right now, as deep inside you as he can go.

had his patience not been worn thin, suguru would have asked you to voice your thoughts. how did it feel? did it hurt? fast or slow? but his cock is so hard and your pussy so tight, his cock might have an aneurysm. he can't even form words to begin with. so he starts with an experimental pace, slow and steady, rocking into you and splitting you open. 

you whine and gasp each time he fully bottoms out into you, the tip of his cock just barely grazing your cervix. the slow pace is exquisite, but you need more. in your current state, you wont accept anything else.

“f– faster, please…” you whine. “harder,”

without hesitation, suguru obliges. for fear of breaking you beyond repair, suguru had started out with a slow, steady pace. however, it seems you didn't want that. and he was grateful. he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep yourself from fucking your pretty pussy senseless.

he does that, hips picking up their pace absolutely fucking the life out of you. the pace he sets makes his hips a blur, his dick reaching places you never knew existed. 

“fuck, you like that? yeah?” 

yeah, you nod as tears spill from your eyes, moans morphing to heavy sobs as the pleasure and slight pain build, heightening to a peak. the cord in your stomach is pulled ridiculously tight, your breathing ragged. 

“fv– fucking– unnghhhhh – ahhhhh—” you say, or rather, try to. it doesn't work out – clearly – your words fucked out of your mouth just as they spill from your lips. 

“trying to say something?” suguru grunts out.

a particularly hard thrust has your barely that there thoughts skittering into nothing with a sharp yelp, back arching off the sofa as you brush dangerously close to your orgasm.

“fuck!–nnn–g–h... fuck– n– m’... m’ gonna cum… shit–” you mumble, eyes rolling back, in your head. your cunt traps suguru in a vice-like grip, your overflowing lubrication the only reason he's able of move properly. he grunts, smashing his lips onto yours and swallowing the sounds coming out of your mouth.

good lord, it feels good. better than anything you've ever had, ever -felt. and holy fuck, you're going to cum. cum yourself unconscious, if you will. it's dangerously close, and you can feel it, creeping up to you, making the edges of your body tingle. it's scary, but feels so good.

“go ahead, doll. come for me, yeah? drench this cock with you.” suguru murmurs in your ear, and suddenly, the orgasm takes hold of you, slamming into you with such force, your back arches violently into suguru’s hold. the cord in your tummy snaps and a scream rips through your throat with the sheer force of the pleasure, and white overtakes your vision before it fades to black.

suguru fucks you through your orgasm, threatening to do you through another. your whole body feels like an exposed nerve, and you don't think you've ever felt as close to death as you do now.

your cunt flutters around his cock, and he hisses as his hold on your hip tightens. fuck, you feel like heaven, your cunt so tight, so wet, so, fucking perfect around him. each time he drags himself out of you, the suction draws him back in, and once he's in, you try to push him back out again. he can't explain why, but that feeling is positively exquisite, and God, he loves it.

“fuck!” he exclaims, face buried in your neck. “fuck, im cumming. fuck, I'm– you’ve… you've gotta tell me where you want it.”

you don't need to think much about the answer. inebriated and incredibly horny, a single word comes to mind. “inside– nnngh!” you breathe, your legs weakly tightening around his waist, drawing him closer to you.

“al– hah!– alright. I'm gonna fuckin’... hah, fuck!” he didn't get to complete his sentence, his muscles stretching taut as a white heat spills inside you.

it's enough to send fireworks exploding behind your tightly closed eyes, your orgasm lighting your body on fire with his cum as the catalyst.

“fuck, ahhhh– you feel so fucking good, hah–” suguru groans as he pours himself into you, teeth clamping down on your shoulder and making you scream. 

he finds his hips rocking into yours once more, fucking you through the aftershocks and overstimulation of both your orgasms.

you shake your head, no. no, no, no more, no! you can't cum any more than you have already or you might die. you shake your head as vigorously as you can, the choked out moans tumbling from your mouth neutralizing your denial.

“fuck, im sorry. one more, yeah? one more, just one more, please,” Suguru whispers breathily into your hair, voice trembling from the pleasure. he can barely breathe, his breath catching his lungs from how good he feels and fuck, its not long before another orgasm creeps up on him, looming over him like a disaster.

and he will be one by the time this is over, he's sure. “fuck, yo– you're g'nna make me cum- again, shit–” 

me too. you think just as you black out for good, chased to unconsciousness by a spill of heat.

☆

you're woken up by a sharp pain in your lower abdomen as you try to change position. you groan, eyes fluttering open, and you find that those hurt too. every single inch of your body hurts, some minor, some major, but it kind of feels like you got into mini car accident. God, and you had an awful sore throat.

at the feel of sheets on your once bare skin, you sit up, realizing that you’re no longer on the couch.

judging from the scent of the room, or the lack thereof, you guess that you’re in suguru’s room. though the sliver of light though the curtains, you can see that it's organised perfectly. 

groaning, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up, trying your best to maintain balance, ignoring the burn of your inner thigh and abdominal muscles, then you walk out of the room, to the kitchen.

the room is an assault of light to your poor eyes and you wince, squinting. vaguely, you can see Suguru standing in front of the kitchen stove. whatever he’s cooking up smells pretty good.

“hi, Suguru.” you say, smiling, walking towards him. the warmth in your face freezes as your eyes catch another person in the room. Gojo. he's sitting on a chair by the kitchen island, typing away at his phone. “hi Satoru.”

he looks up, startled, then confused at your dishevelled appearance. you’d forgotten you wouldn't look the best after last night. “oh. I didn't know you were here.” he says.

“she stopped by last night. good morning.” suguru smiles back at  you, handing you a plate of food. “you'll find some painkillers on the side table in my room. you'll probably need them after last night. and tea for your throat.” he says and you blush at the memory and nod. 

Gojo watches the exchange silently, a pale white brow cocked. “what happened last night?” he questions and Suguru throws him what might have been a glare.

in response to Satoru's question, you shrug. “uh, nothing. I stopped by in the rain and asked for some alcohol to keep warm. I ended up taking a bit too much.” you pop a piece of bacon in your mouth.

“and that explains the bruises on your neck?” he asks and you freeze, heart thumping. then you swallow, making yourself remember that Gojo was also a shitty cheater. it cancels out.

“yeah.”

he coughs out a laugh, bright blue eyes hardening to sapphires. “bullshit.” he says and turns to suguru. “did you fuck her?”

he shrugs, turning off the stove and sliding a plate of food towards gojo.

“what the fuck, Suguru? why would you do that?” he yells, face paling. “you're my fucking best friend, why the fuck would you fuck my girlfriend?”

“ex girlfriend.” you step in instead, voice bleeding with anger and that shuts Gojo up. “sorry, I forgot you were the only one who could cheat.”

satoru, about to open a drawer to pick up a fork, pauses and turns to look at you with an unreadable expression.

“you thought I wouldn't figure it out? you're very bad at keeping secrets.” another peice of bacon in your mouth. suguru hands you a cup of lemon tea. “I actually stopped by yesterday to break up with you. but it seems you'd told your roommate you'd be out with me. why? when you'd told me that you'd be at home having a games night with suguru.”

“that was the plan, but I stepped out.” gojo says, the ice in his eyes reflecting in his voice.

you flinch, but hold your ground. “stepped out for the whole night?”

“I got caught in the rain.”

“which stopped before I went to bed.” 

a rushed breath of air leaves Suguru's mouth as laughter. you roll your eyes. “more like blacked out.” he says under his breath. Gojo's eyes dart to him, then you.

“I… stayed over at a friend's house.” he says carefully. 

“which friend?” 

he pauses, eyes cloudy with thought. “...you won't know them.”

“we share friendship circles. whoever I haven't met, at least I've heard of.” you drum a nail on the table, patience wearing to the width of papyrus paper. he's wasting time with his lies.

“she's–” he starts, and catches himself. your eyes narrow. “they're not from our circle. I met them at a party. I don't have to tell you about every single person I befriend.”

“befriend and fuck.” 

“I didn't fuck her!” Gojo slams his hand on the table in outrage.

“the used condom back at my apartment. was that me? did I use that? the cum stains on my bed–” you scrunch up your face in disgust. “--that was me, right? I grew a dick overnight. stop lying, it doesn't suit you.”

he doesn't have anything to say in return and neither do you. “I'm breaking up with you.”

#jjk smut fics #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto #geto suguru #jjk suguru #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto x reader #geto smut #jjk geto #getou suguru #jujutsu geto #suguru #getou smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #fem reader #x reader #smut #can you tell how much i love him yet?

[matenr0u]

Riku: Island Breeze

I was going to put this in my combat analysis, but it absolutely deserves its own post.

In 358/2 days, Riku wields Oblivion/Bygone Memories for the final encounter he has with Roxas. Having called out to him and realized that Roxas really is Sora’s nobody, Riku goes all out to bring him to Castle Oblivion where his best friend is sound asleep, having his memories pieced back together. 

During this iconic battle, Riku is specifically vulnerable to Aero: the power of wind. 

Why is this relevant, you might wonder. Riku is associated with a fair handful of things: bat wings, darkness, fleur-de-lis, but not wind.

On the contrary, Riku has a little known fondness for the wind. You could even say, it makes him feel nostalgic.

Fair enough, Roxas can hurt Riku with the wind because he misses the island breeze. Neat gameplay detail, no big deal. But if I can compel you to peer just a little closer… Because this is Riku— the guy who spent his days gazing enviously at the sea and the sky and brooding over his dark angsty feelings. This time, it actually is that deep. 

In other words Riku is weak to Roxas’ Aero attack because it reminds him of Sora.

Sounds like a reach, right? Allow me to demonstrate.

This passage alone is insane, but there’s more.

While Riku is elsewhere in Castle Oblivion reminiscing, Sora battles Repliku for the first time. This is before they have both been consumed with false memories.

Everything about this exchange is so Riku. It’s all of the real Riku’s messy, complicated feelings dialled up to 100 and Repliku doesn’t even understand why he’s having these thoughts. Sora is clueless of course.

So he runs away, and as he leaves, Sora picks up this…

After defeating Repliku, Sora finds the Aero card. The island breeze. Riku’s memories of chasing each other, rolling in the sand together, of jealously watching from afar as Sora and Kairi grew closer.

The way poor Repliku’s dramatic ass just drops it and runs away lmao

Some time later, following the second battle against Repliku, Sora obtains his lost Oblivion/Bygone Memories keyblade after talking to Namine. Wonder why Namine had that keyblade. Probably just a coincidence…

I’ll close this post with a few more of Riku’s thoughts.

Other Diamonds:

Chain of Memories:

“The wind brushed through Riku’s hair.

I wonder if I really will meet someone from my memories in this castle… I want to meet— Sora. More than Kairi, more than anything, I want to see Sora. I want to see him— and apologize.”

Translation credit: goldpanner, keijitranslates

#kingdom hearts #soriku #riku #kh analysis #soriku nation please Just read #like. #RIKU……

[a-little-unsteddie]

secrets

written for monster lovetober day 1: royalty

word count: 1.4k || rating: t || cw: suggestive thoughts at one point

hi!! this turned out longer than i thought it would wishfhebd but!! i finished it with *checks time* six minutes to spare! not edited, so forgive any mistakes.

Everyone knew that the royal family had secrets. The way they presented as the ‘perfect family’ to the kingdom had always had an air of insincerity that most could spot from the next kingdom over. It was a known fact. The sky was blue, the trees were dying, the royal family had secrets.

Of course, as is usually the case with secrets, no one knew what they were, exactly. Everyone loved to gossip about it, sure. Eddie had heard all sorts of things during his travels.

They weren’t the real Royal Family, capital ‘R’, capital ‘F’. They were clones.

They hunted peasants for sport on the weekends.

They were vampires, which honestly, Eddie could kind of see, especially with how stoic and elegant the King and Queen were, with their gazes of steel indifference.

Of course, reality was usually much less exciting than fiction, so as much as Eddie enjoyed listening to whatever theory that a commoner had cooked up, he knew the reality was likely less glamorous.

However, that didn’t stop him from being far too curious for his own good, so when the opportunity arose to visit the royal family, to potentially become a personal bard, well. Eddie simply couldn’t refuse.

He only prayed that the truth of the matter wasn’t that the royal family hunted the poor for sport.

Meeting the royal family was—not underwhelming, per say, but it certainly did not meet Eddie’s expectations. He had expected the cold exteriors from the king and queen, the seemingly flippant disregard for commoners such as Eddie. What he ^hadn’t expected, was that it appeared as though the prince didn’t hold the same disregard. Prince Stephan seemed to take an immediate interest in Eddie.

Throughout the dinner that Eddie had been invited to as the entertainment, he had felt the gaze of the prince on him. It was impossible to miss the way Prince Stephan watched him, even when he wasn’t singing or playing.

Eddie hadn’t expected Prince Stephan to approach him at all. And yet.

“Edward, is it?” The prince asked with a warm smile, sometime after dinner had been cleared away and most of the guests had migrated outside and were mingling amongst themselves in the courtyard. Eddie nodded and bowed shallowly, palms sweaty with nerves.

“Yes, your highness,” he responded, to which the prince grimaced.

“Just Stephan, or Steve, is fine when we’re in private,” he told Eddie, in such a way that Eddie thought could have been flirting if he were slightly more delusional.

Eddie looked around the mostly empty room, “And we are in private?” He asked doubtfully.

“The only ones inside now are servants,” Stephan responded, which was true. Eddie hummed quietly.

“Eddie, is what my friends call me.”

Stephan brightened considerably at that, “Eddie,” he repeated, testing the name in his mouth. Eddie ignored how it caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

“So, we’re friends, are we?” Eddie asked with a raised brow.

“Friends,” Stephan confirmed, eyes focused intensely on Eddie as he smiled at him.

“Shouldn’t you be outside with the guests?” Eddie asked, trying to not be overwhelmed with the attention. “The party is in your honor, after all.”

Stephan laughed softly, Eddie was immediately addicted to the sound. “These parties are for one reason and one reason only,” he said with a shake of his head.

Eddie assumed that he meant that it was for appearances, to make the royal family look good, although he couldn’t stop himself from commenting playfully, “It’s not to ritualistically hunt the commoners, is it?”

Steve’s eyes widened in shock, before his head tilted back and he laughed loudly. Eddie felt jittery from making the prince laugh so freely.

“No,” he answered after he calmed down. “No, the parties are for me to meet as many people as possible,” Stephan admitted. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, adjusting the strap that kept his guitar on his body.

“Why?” Eddie asked, ever curious.

“Well,” Stephan started, before stopping and sighing, “it’s hard to explain, and I’d rather get to know you,” he deflected with a charming smile. Eddie saw it for the distraction it was, but let it slide, if only to express his confusion.

“Me?” Eddie asked doubtfully.

“Is this him?” A feminine voice interrupted, and Eddie looked in shock as Queen Gloria appeared seemingly out of no where. The king was next to her, looking at him appraisingly.

“Yes,” Stephan said enthusiastically, which only served to confuse Eddie.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, darling. Edward, was it?” The queen asked, a warm smile on her face. The juxtaposition between this version of the queen, and the version that had been hosting the party thus far was jarring.

“That is correct, your highness,” Eddie said, unsure what was even happening. The king looked like he might have been sniffing the air, but that would be absurd.

The queen laughed lightly, “Just Gloria while we’re in private,” she said with a teasing smile.

“What is..” Eddie paused, unsure if it’d be rude to ask what in the world was going on.

“I’m sure you’re very confused, Stephan rarely takes the time to explain things before diving head first,” Gloria said with a shake of her head.

“I was getting there,” Stephan said with a frown, crossing his arms. Eddie eyed the way the motion caused his muscles to bulge slightly, mouth dry. Stephan smirked, nostrils flaring slightly, flexing his arms a bit. Eddie snapped his gaze away, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“I’m sure you were darling,” Gloria soothed, rolling her eyes. “It won’t be long now, the guests have been dismissed, and the grounds are empty.”

“The grounds?” Eddie asked, following at Stephan’s insistence as they started walking towards the doors leading to the grounds.

“It’s more…freeing to be out here,” Richard said, speaking up for the first time, just as they stepped into the courtyard that lead to the grounds.

Eddie had a feeling he was still missing something, even if he agreed that it was more freeing to be in the outdoors, he had a sneaking suspicion that there was more to it than that.

“We have some time before the change,” Stephan said, leading the way towards benches at the edge of where the forests started.

Eddie wondered if Stephan had lied earlier, about his family hunting the poor.

“I’m sure you’re aware that we have secrets,” Stephan started, taking a seat. The king and queen smiled encouragingly, but didn’t linger. Eddie watched in confusion as they vanishrd into the woods.

“Everyone is, yes,” Eddie said, turning his attention to the prince. He sat next to him when Stephan gestured to the bench. “Not that anyone knows what the secrets are.” He teased.

Stephan laughed, a musical sound that Eddie was quickly becoming obsessed with. “I imagine not, it is a very closely guarded secret. A need-to-know.”

“And you’re going to tell me?” Eddie clarified, to which Stephan nodded.

“You need to know.”

“Why?” Eddie asked with a frown, “I can’t be so important that you tell me the day I meet you.”

“But you are, Eddie.” Stephan insisted, reaching to take Eddie’s hands in his. Eddie allowed it, staring where their hands were joined together.

“How?”

“Well…these gatherings are primarily used to find someone.” Stephan began explaining, rubbing his thumb across Eddie’s knuckles. “You.”

“Me?”

“Well, not you exactly,” Stephano admitted, “my mate. Which happens to be you.”

“Your what?” Eddie exclaimed in shock, eyes wide.

“Mate,” Stephan insisted, “you’re my mate. The Harrington family are all werewolves, my parents are mates, my grandparents were mates. You…are my mate.”

Eddie felt his heartbeat quicken and he knew he wasn’t opposed to being the prince’s mate, but werewolves? That’s the secret?

“Oh,” he breathed, unsure what else to say. He was sure his face was bright red, could feel the way heat spread from his face and down his neck.

“Oh,” Stephan—Steve? Eddie should probably refer to his mate (Was Steve his mate? Or was he just Steve’s mate?) by the name he asked him to—repeated, looking sheepish. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but I have searched my entire adulthood for you. I would have preferred to have this conversation later—but, well…my parents obviously thought I should tell you right away.”

“I’m glad you did,” Eddie said, squeezing Steve’s hands. “Tonight’s a full moon, isn’t it?” He asked, to which Steve nodded.

“I would like it if you spent it with me.” Eddie’s eyes widened.

“As in—”

“Oh! No, no, just…on the grounds with me. As my mate.”

Eddie relaxed, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to become a werewolf himself—if he ever would be. “I can do that.”

Steve’s face lit up, smile widening into a blinding grin. “Wonderful,” he said, standing.

Hand in hand, they walked into the woods to spend their first of many full moons together.

#this was a lot of fun to write! #hope y’all like it #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve’s parents #steve x eddie #stranger things #au content: royalty #au content: werewolves #werewolf!steve #bard!eddie #unsteddie writing

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hey there! So I’ve just recently gotten into Lost Boys, and was wondering if you could write a short where they meet the reader by saving them from the train during the bridge scene? Poor reader is just hanging onto Dwayne for dear life, begging for him not to drop her. And they’re all tryna be funny and make her laugh so she’s less scared. And then they take her home and she’s left flustered cause four hot guys actually talked to her lol.

Our hearts hold you little bat

warning : fluff&comfort, tiny angst, implied flirting

info : Four hot guys that are also vampires what a dream. Happy that you recently gott into tlb. I was very happy writing this for your dear anon. So I hope you like it and have fun reading, everyone else too ;)

masterlist

In a town like Santa Carla, it felt like there were only three things to do. You walked along the beach and swam in the sea, you went to the funfair and listened to music or you simply walked through the town and nature in the hope that something would happen.

But your choice fell into the third category. In a town like Santa Carla, she had visited the beach thousands of times, sunbathed in the water and enjoyed diving, which had only led to a few small fish that got boring after ten times.

The funfair and the concerts that would take place almost every weekend. Even after hundreds of thousands of visits, they were still entertaining and she liked dancing, eating cotton candy and singing with her friends and family.

But everything becomes too much at some point and she found that the night in this city slightly outside where you could have your peace and quiet was so much better. Peace and quiet is good too she thought as she looked up at the moon in the background as she turned to the beach which was still lit up, she could still hear the music, the saxophone being played could still be heard here.

"Like my own background music," she quipped and continued along the path, still old but still in use, it seemed to fit everything here. It was the height of strange people in the city while she also saw herself among them, but what was normal in this city?

She knew that she could get scared just as well as the other young adults, children and teenagers. ,,Not the murder capital of the world for nothing," she muttered as she walked along the path and saw the old bridge that Hlz and metal had seen for decades and probably years.

A beautiful constuction that stood under the stars, a constuction with history. History of the place she was interested in the place she was interested in. But one look at the party on the beach made her realize again that although she was having fun, she hadn't found a boyfriend or a relationship here yet, it wasn't that there weren't any dates but it had never happened in any way. She didn't really know how and the boys didn't want to.

But she shook off the thought, the wood creaked under her shoes, the metal seemed to tense up, but not because of her, was it? Something she didn't think about because the only thing she could never remember was when the train was coming. Running her hands over the railing, she didn't see the figures below her, the four beings, the handsome creatures in the form of four boys.

Enjoying the view, she looked at the beach, the city lights, the stars in the sky and the moon. It was a beautiful moment in the darkness of the evening. But this beautiful moment was interrupted by a fibrillation that brought her out of her thoughts as she looked beside her. ,,Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she caught the light and started to run.

She knew the bridge was long, the wood was rotten, the metal was rusty and the path wouldn't take her home straight away. It was as if, for the first time in this town, she was feeling terrified in the face of death. The pleading and running she could hear the horn, the light coming closer and the rattling of the wheels rumbling in her chest.

,,Come on fuck please just a little more" she mumbled but something inside her told her that she couldn't outrun a train traveling several hours and miles. A cry of fear escaped her as she closed her eyes and realized that she was not going to be caught by the train for a second when she suddenly felt arms around her.

Arms that were under a leather jacket, a dark leather jacket with a leopard on the sleeve and a bare torso underneath. ,,Wh-What?" she mumbled as she realized she wasn't caught in the train. But she screamed when she saw the ground beneath her and clung to someone. A person in the air? Confused, she looked at the man who looked at her with a slightly amused grin.

,,I've got you," he said calmly and she clawed at the scratching post like a cat, but the stranger didn't seem to mind. ,,Oh, Dwayne, don't be so shy... hey, sweetheart, do you have to scare us like that?" she heard a voice and looked carefully beside her, clawing even more at Dwayne, who was still holding her like she was nothing. A blond man flew next to them, long blond voluminous hair and a smile on his lips as he put his hand on hers.

,,You're flying? What-what are you Superman?" she asked, still not understanding what was going on, it was like a shadow the four of them. She had seen these four before on the solid but always just like a shadow. A damn good-looking shadow.

A laugh came from the four of them which made her squirm and she made a startled sound as one flew headlong towards her. ,,Don't hate, just grin I mean look at the view...besides I'm Marko, volumen hair is Paul and there in front is David" said the one with the curly hair and she saw the last of the four. She saw the light blond spiky hair, the leather coat and the glimpses of the cigarette.

,,Marko's right, sweetheart... enjoy this night view until you're back on the ground, don't want it to be uncomfortable," David said and gave her a grin as he joined his group. She tried to concentrate on the view, even though she kept looking back at the four of them.

Marko grinned at her and tried to tell her stories, Paul made bad jokes, David offered her a cigarette every now and then and talked about something, and Dwayne praised her for how well she was doing. The beauty of the creatures no it wasn't true she had seen the pointy fangs. These four beautiful vampires were really the best part of the night.

At some point it was quite nice to see the city from above and especially Dwayne's hands still holding her. She gave the four of them her address as the morning slowly threatened to come again and they flew there.

Luckily for her, she had left her window open because having to explain to her parents why four punky looking boys were standing outside the house was complicated.

,,Here sweetie," said Dwayne, gently helping her through the window as she finally got her feet back on the ground and the four of them hovered in front of her window. It was only now that she realized what had happened that a grin came to her lips and she could barely contain her excitement.

Four handsome vampires had rescued her and flown through the night. that was incredible i mean the train-you vampires...thank you for everything" she thanked the four of them who smiled at her.

,,Oh sweetie you have no idea how good everything will be tomorrow night at the same time" David mumbled and she knew she would be there, knew she was flying with the four of them again. But most of all she knew that there was now a fourth option. To roam the night with the lost boys.

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#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb david x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb david #tlb marko #tlb dwayne #tlb paul

[good-chimes]

THE H.T.G.Y. FILES

Project team notes: Vat growth stage has been successful. Please note project is titled Human Tactical Ground-unit Y (H.T.G.Y.) and this is the only designation that should be used. Lab technicians who continue to use slang term hotguy will be written up. 

Senior researcher CUB-135 has been called in to consult. Please give him access to all non-sensitive files.

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[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Well, hello there!

CUB-135: Hi. How’s it, uh. How’s it going?

HTGY: How’s it going? Huh, that’s the first time someone’s asked me that. Wait a minute. I know that one. How’s it going. Oh, oh, I got it. It’s going great!

CUB-135: …Cool.

HTGY: Yeah. Yeah. Isn’t it great to be alive and awake? How’s it treating you?

CUB-135: It’s magnificent.

HTGY: [laughing] Magnificent. Oh, I like that. Who are you, my friend?

CUB-135: I’m a consultant. Cub-one-three-five. The project team dragged me in because I wrote the genome.

HTGY: Consultant…. So you’re the one who does their thinking for them, huh?

CUB-135: [surprised laugh] Yeah.

HTGY: Well, I’m telling you, they need it. Buncha people prodding me to see if I can stand up! You can just ask that, can’t you? A man’s gotta have space, Cub. A man’s gotta do things under his own steam.

CUB-135: Yeah, I guess. Yeah.

HTGY: [conspiratorial] Here’s a question. Got a lot of things in my head, Cub. The ol’ memory’s all messed up. I’m new, right?

CUB-135: You’re new. That’s right.

HTGY: I thought so! How new?

CUB-135: Uhh… three days? Three days and two hours.

HTGY: Thank you! Finally. Can’t get a straight answer out of anyone here.

CUB-135: …you want your genome notes?

HTGY: Boy, do I! What’s a genome?

CUB-135: Uh. Okay. Let’s see what we can do. I need some files. A lotta files.

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[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Oh, we have to stop.

CUB-135: Yeah?

HTGY: That noise means I gotta be somewhere.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Just more prodding and check-ups, I guess. Can’t take long. Come back, okay? I'll be here, at least I guess I'll be here. I've been here all the time so far. Tomorrow?

CUB-135: …

CUB-135: Alright. Tomorrow.

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DEATH COUNT: 1

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Project team notes: First trial (subject vs two skeletons obtained from Lab 2E spawner) did not meet expectations. Subject (H.T.G.Y.) is slow to grasp the basics of hand-to-hand combat despite neural implants. Speed below benchmark. Precision poor. Regeneration not fast enough to alter outcome of combat.

Although a disappointing start to the project, there are promising leads in some areas. Combat abilities expected to improve through repetition. Deficiencies in combat conversely allow better collection of regeneration data.

Subject observation: when returned to room, subject spent six hours seated and unmoving. Scheduling next test for tomorrow.

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[CUB-135 OBSERVATIONS]

note to self, find a way to phrase: ‘he was a project for faster injury regeneration, you fucking amateurs, nothing in that genome makes him magically good at fighting’ in a way that doesn’t include the phrase ‘you fucking amateurs’. difficult problem. 

going back in. this one will be less fun.

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[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Hey, it’s Mister Does-The-Thinking! Cub, hey, Cub!

CUB-135: Hey.

HTGY: You’re looking serious today. What’s up?

CUB-135: I’m good. I’m good.

HTGY: That’s what I like to hear. Can’t have the big-brain guy down in the dumps.

CUB-135: How was yesterday?

HTGY: Ohhh. Yesterday, Cub, yesterday. I don’t think I’m that good at fighting. There were a lot of very unhelpful skeletons, Cub. A lot of them! Really mean! I think it’s going to be regular. I am not looking forward to that.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Any chance you can make it, y’know. Fewer monsters? They hurt.

CUB-135: Sorry, man. I don’t set the tests.

HTGY: Naw, I didn’t think so. You don’t look like a guy in charge.

CUB-135: Is that right?

HTGY: You’re just, you know [hand gesture] … laid back. I like that about you.

CUB-135: Uh.

HTGY: So. Cub. Cub, Cub, Cub.

CUB-135: …yeah?

HTGY: I’ve got this thing in my head. The sky.

CUB-135: The sky? Like… all of it?

HTGY: I dunno! You people put some pictures in my memories when you made me, I think. Horizons, clouds—I know they’re made of water, but how does that work? I saw a bit during the fight and it was kind of grey? Talk me through clouds, Cub. You’re good at explaining. And the rest of it! Where does it stop? What’s above it?

CUB-135: Oh, dude. Let me tell you… let me tell you about space.

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To: +Team_Members_HTGY_Project

From: CUB-135

Y’all,

I looked at your trial notes. Project lead asked for my thoughts. My thoughts:

- inefficient; - could get the same regeneration data from tissue samples; - waste of skeletons.

You want to find another way. The combat unit thing was doomed from the start. If you want a supersoldier you should start over with a ravager.

have a real one,

Cub

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Project team notes: One-month project milestone. Consultancy from CUB-135 has started to be more of a problem than an asset. Unfortunately he is the only one who understands how to process the regeneration data so assistance remains necessary for now. Upskilling of team analysts in progress.

Test continue. H.T.G.Y. has been given a variety of weapons and results range from abysmal (sword) to mediocre (bow). Subject has so far lost to every creature put in front of him. If the combat goals of this project are to be met, a better training regime will be needed.

On a separate note: great interest from sponsors in mid-combat regeneration data. A variety of tests has been requested.

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New data storage links: EXPLOSION (creeper) – File CR93; FIRE BURN (wood) – File FR02; FIRE BURN (other) – File FR03; BLOOD LOSS – File IN20; VENOM – File VM07, UNCATEGORIZED – UN45-UN51.

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DEATH COUNT: 23

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[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: You know what the problem is?

CUB-135: I can guess?

HTGY: I’m so bored.

CUB-135: Okay. Didn’t see that coming.

HTGY: I’m so bored. Honestly, I’m bored most of the time. Except when I’m getting killed, which isn’t great either. Or when you’re here—you know I appreciate you, Cub, you’re a great guy, don’t get me wrong. But you’re only around every couple of days, and it’s the bits in between.

CUB-135: Mm.

HTGY: Can’t you clone yourself, or something, and leave one here?

CUB-135: Nah, outside my specialism. Hm. You talked to Mumbo much? Mumbo’s always around.

HTGY: The lab system?

[null]: Hello. Can I answer a query?

HTGY: Oh, hi, Mumbo. Yeah, I’ve talked to Mumbo. But let’s be honest, he’s not much of one to start conversations. I can never think of things to ask.

[null]: What I can communicate to subjects on this level has been restricted by administrators.

HTGY: See?

CUB-135: Get him to show you… I dunno. Cat videos. Space stuff. Forests. They won’t have locked that down.

HTGY: Forests. Yeah! Okay. Mumbo?

[null]: I’m allowed to show pictures of forests. How’s this?

HTGY: Look at that. So green. So many trees! How close is that picture from here?

CUB-135: Kinda nearby, I think. Looks like a research shot from where they caught the spiders. Lots of the wild subjects in here came from close by.

HTGY: Amazing. Hey, Cub, can you get them to take me to a forest? Tree training! Beat the spiders in their own home!

CUB-135: Why not? I’ll ask.

HTGY: They’ll say no. But it’s good to think of it out there.

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Project team notes: Six-month project milestone. Useful data continues to accumulate. HTGY has improved with bow and crossbow, and survival rate has risen to one in ten encounters.

Unfortunately, a new issue has arisen in subject cooperation. Most tests are set up to incentivize survival, making attitude irrelevant. However non-lethal tests require participation, which has previously been forthcoming from the subject, until yesterday when he refused to participate at all.

CUB-135 seems to have a rapport. Suggest he talks with subject to encourage better attitude. This would be the first useful thing CUB-135 has done in weeks.

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DEATH COUNT: 97

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[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

CUB-135: Hey. What’s up.

HTGY: Oh. Hey.

CUB-135: Not feeling it today?

HTGY: I knew it. I know why you’re here. I know why they sent you to talk to me.

CUB-135: Try me.

HTGY: It was a cat, Cub. I’ll take the fights. I’ll take the training machines, they break half the time anyway. I’ll take the spiders and the skeletons and the creepers and the fact I know way too much about what my bones look like. But I’m not shooting a cat! I don’t care if it’s safe target practice. I’m not doing it!

CUB-135: Yeah. Okay.

HTGY: …

CUB-135: So what do you wanna talk about today?

HTGY: You’re not gonna try and convince me?

CUB-135: Naw.

HTGY: Cub, I’m not shooting anything that’s not trying to kill me.

CUB-135: Yeah, I know.

HTGY: You know?

CUB-135: I read your test notes. I can guess.

HTGY: Aw, you read my test notes? You care! Don’t pretend you don’t, I can see through it.

CUB-135: What can I say. You’re an interesting guy.

HTGY: I knew it! Oh, hey, Cub, you know what? I came up with a new name for myself. What do you think—[dramatic hand gesture]—Scar.

CUB-135: …

HTGY: Cool, right?

CUB-135: Scar. Yeah. It’s cool.

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Project team notes: CUB-135 entirely unhelpful. Schedule escalation meeting with bioprojects lead.

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[message log start]

Lead (bioprojects): Well, you got what you originally wanted. You’re off the HTGY project.

cub-135: wait, what?

Lead (bioprojects): You’re no longer permitted in the labs on that level. I need you to turn in your badge for reprogramming.

cub-135: oh man

cub-135: here’s the thing

cub-135: i lost it

Lead (bioprojects): You lost your BADGE?

cub-135: yeah i’ve just been following people through the access doors

Lead (bioprojects): That’s against all policy. I don’t think that’s even possible. How do you get lunch?

cub-135: cheat code on the cash register. up up down down A B.

Lead (bioprojects): You’re not funny. Find your badge and turn it in to get your HTGY level access revoked.

cub-135: oh yeah. i’ll get to that.

Lead (bioprojects): You’re lucky you’re good at your job.

cub-135: just trying my best here, man

Lead (bioprojects): No interference. If the team complain to me about you again, you’re getting demoted to junior lab tech. Leave the project alone.

cub-135: sure boss.

cub-135: you got it.

[Lead(bioprojects) has disconnected]

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Project Team Notes: Eight-month project milestone. Sponsors pleased with regeneration data. Two papers have been published to modest but positive reception.

After period of progress with HTGY’s survival rates in combat, improvement has levelled off. Subject appears to have less energy for reasons that are unclear. Random observational checks found subject watching cat videos at all hours of the day. Changes in diet and test structure have been tested to no effect. Rest time has been experimentally increased.

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DEATH COUNT: 167

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[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: Hey, Cub! Long time no see!

Cub: Yeah, sorry, man. Some admin bullshit.

HTGY: Your badge looks different.

Cub: Made it myself. How’s the tests?

HTGY: Oh, let’s not talk about those. You know what, I actually decided I’m not going to remember something if it’s not worth it. All the fights are the same and they keep doing them. So! I’ve been thinking. Cub. Cub. I want a cat. Can I get a cat?

Cub: …

HTGY: Just a little one. I’ve seen some options. Mumbo has pictures. 

Cub: Dunno, dude. I can try. Might be tricky.

HTGY: [sigh] I guess you’re right. It…wouldn’t be happy, would it? Yeah. We can’t have that.

CUB: Sorry.

HTGY: No, no, it’s all right. I don’t want to make something unhappy. It was just a thought. 

CUB-135: What’s on the screen?

HTGY: [brightens up] Oh, this? Dude, I wanted to show you this! Mumbo has this drawing program where you can build houses. This is my idea for a forest house. I think you could do it with three kinds of wood and you could have, you know, all these trees over it. What do you think? I mean, I know we’ll never see a forest. But imagine it in your mind.

CUB: … You know what, my friend, you’re really something.

HTGY: Why thank you. You could say the same of yourself—come on, Cub, don’t be shy. Take the compliment!

CUB-135: I don’t—

[silence]

HTGY: Don’t what?

CUB-135: [abruptly] I dunno how much more I can take.

HTGY: …

CUB-135: I—what am I even doing? What are we doing? There’s nothing to change. There’s no way to change anything.

HTGY: … You could get me a cat.

CUB-135: I can’t! I can barely get around the access readers! I can’t even get into the project files! Ten years of research and I feel dumb, Scar, I could solve everything until I couldn’t. What would you do if you weren’t in here? Man, that’s such a stupid question. I don’t even know what I’d do if I wasn’t in here. My references are gonna be shot. Maybe I should have paid attention to something else, maybe I should have done anything else—

HTGY: I’d like to see some forests.

CUB-135: Huh?

HTGY: You said ‘what would I do’. I’d go and see some forests.

CUB-135: …

CUB-135: Forests, huh.

HTGY: Anyway, that’s not going to happen, so I guess we don’t want to waste time on it! They need you here. And you guys need me here. Right?

CUB-135: …

HTGY: Right, Cub-one-three-five?

CUB-135: Y’know something, Scar? Sometimes I think you do more thinking more than you let on.

HTGY: Huh? Naw. Why’s your badge gone red?

CUB-135: Oh shit. Shit. I gotta go.

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[message log start]

cub-135: listen boss

cub-135: first you bump me off the HTGY project, and now i’ve just had my name taken off the ravager patent. that’s my own work.

cub-135: this keeps happening. it’s not okay.

Lead (bioprojects) : CUB-135, for the last time, this was what you signed up for.  It’s the same for all researchers. You have to put the time in while you move up the ladder.

Lead (bioprojects): Have you just noticed this is how the whole laboratory works?

cub-135: oh

cub-135: i’m noticing

cub-135: i’m noticing lots of things about this place

Lead (bioprojects): Good. If you have an issue, focus on your work and get promoted.

cub-135: yeah, see, actually

cub-135: if nothing changes, i’m going to leave. and i’ll take all my intellectual property with me.

Lead (bioprojects): Hah! Check your employment papers; you’re on a 10-year contract. It’s watertight. And even if you could get out of it, you’re banned from taking paper or data chips out of lab grounds.

cub-135: yeah?

cub-135: okay.

[cub-135 has disconnected]

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[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

CUB-135: Hey. Scar. Scar.

HTGY: Cub! What’s with the doohickey? It—oh, wow. That just zapped the light. Amazing.

CUB-135: Mumbo, lock transcript.

[null]: Transcript locked.

CUB-135: Okay. So. I made this thing to hijack the redstone gate down by the Drowned spawners on Lab 3B. It screws up the signal so you can get through. There’s a reservoir behind it. I put in a bubble elevator that will take you up outside the walls. I’ve got to stay behind to take out the cameras while you do it. Then I’ll get out with the evening shift.

HTGY: Wait, so I just take this and run? What if they find out about you?

CUB-135: If you do that I’m screwed, man. So don’t tell them.

HTGY: Yeah?

CUB-135: …Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. You could turn me in.

[silence]

CUB-135: Maybe you should. Yeah, all right. I guess, just—oh.

HTGY: Relax! Anyone would think you’d never had a hug.

CUB-135: …

HTGY: My friend. My friend, we are going to see some forests.

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[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT]

HTGY: The speed! The precision!

CUB-135: Whew. Man. You did nearly drown.

HTGY: What’s important here is that I didn’t, because I am an elite escape artist. And you got out too, so I guess we can share the title.

CUB-135: We’re not far enough to say that yet. I’d bet we’re still in range of the lab systems.

HTGY: Details, details.

CUB-135: You’re bleeding.

HTGY: Oh man, I know, that was from the last test. It doesn’t matter.

CUB-135: Give me that.

HTGY: Fussy! What are you, a grandpa? Ow.

CUB-135: If you don’t stop and let me fix it you’re going to lose that finger. And I can’t grow it again when we don’t have the redstone vats.

HTGY: You were never this fussy before.

CUB-135: Yeah, well. Who even did it?

HTGY: I don’t…

[silence]

HTGY: Huh. Cub, you know what, I don’t…remember.

HTGY: Hey, though. Who everything filed and stored like a nerd? Who needs all their memories where we’re going? We’re getting out! Onwards!

[silence]

HTGY: Cub. Cub.

HTGY: Don’t look like that.

HTGY: It wasn’t your fault.

[silence]

CUB-135: Scar, I dunno what I’m doing.

HTGY: I’ve never known what I’m doing.

CUB-135: [laughs] You are…something, my friend. You are something.

HTGY: We don’t know what we're doing. And that’s amazing. Because aren’t you excited to find out?

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Author's note: Hey, thanks for reading to the end! There's a better formatted version of this on Ao3 under username glossyblue. I've got a lot of this au but thought this stood alone well enough that someone might enjoy it. Hope you enjoyed, have a great day.

#convex #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #lab escape au #fic #glossywrites

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Next Time | Satoru Gojo x Y/N

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo asks you to attend a birthday party with him and as his best friend you decide to go with him. Little do you know what a little bit of jealousy and courage can do to a person.

Warnings/contains: cussing, drinking, kissing, lusting, crush on Gojo, pretty boy Gojo, dominating and then pleasure top Gojo, mature content {oral sex (male receiving), fingering, masturbation, climaxing together, vaginal sex, biting, scratching}

Word Count: 5.2K

a/n: I feel like Gojo possessed me to write this and then I turned him from playboy to practically prince charming. Maybe that’ll teach him not to be so arrogant  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The air was frigid against your bare legs. You couldn’t believe Satoru had convinced you to wear such a dress for tonight. However, he did promise to buy you some beef if you attended the party with him. It’s not like you’d do anything for food, but rather anything for good food. You didn’t mind the thought of spending Satoru’s money either. 

What were you going to do by yourself in the corner? Satoru Gojo was an heir to a wealthy corporation, part of the high life. You just so happened to befriend him when he was slightly smaller, not as arrogant, and way cuter. Your eyes wander over to his tall stature, taking in the way the black silk-collared shirt billowed out around his abdomen. The shirt tightened around his muscular arms, almost hiding the expensive watch around his wrist. Your eyes trail back up his arm and admire how the deep-cut neckline exposed just enough of his chest to make you wonder what he’d look like without the shirt. He had tucked it into a pair of nice black dress pants that elongated his already mile-long legs. A simple pair of dress shoes finished up the outfit that honestly could buy you a nice apartment. 

“What’cha lookin’ at bug?” His smooth voice fills your ears and your eyes dart up to meet his electric blue ones. Were you checking him out? Did he notice? Fuck. You put an innocent smile on your lips and turn away from him. 

“Just wondering if there should ever be a budget put on beef. I mean, should we try to limit such a majestic thing?” You can feel the laugh before it slips out of his mouth. It twangs against your ears and you can’t help that your eyes are drawn to the sight of it. His white hair falls into his face and he runs a hand through it, a smile dawning on his lips once he’s done laughing. 

“Well, with the favor you’re doing me tonight, I’m thinking about taking you straight to the cow farm.” Your brows furrow to look at him. Ah, this was your chance to tease him. 

“Was that a fat joke?” You feign offense and gasp. Satoru moves closer to you and places a warm hand on the exposed part of your shoulder. His eyes flit around all of you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you nervous. Sure, he was arrogant, stupid, and really annoying, but he also appeared in your dreams commanding you to do things to yourself. You bite your lip and look into his eyes. 

“Nope, just thought you’d want to see all the families you're separating. You’re basically the tyrant ruler to those poor cows.” Gojo pouts and then spins you around. You don’t have time to react before he’s leaning against you. “But don’t worry, I’m your evil sidekick. Anything you wish, it’s my command.” 

You wish you could see his face right now, but feeling his breath against your neck is enough to send shivers down your spine. Your breath feels like it’s sputtering to a stop as he returns to your side. You don’t dare look at him, because you know if you did he’d surely see the blush spreading on your cheeks. 

“Yeah… it’s good you know who’s in charge here.” You mutter, more eager than before to get the night done with. 

“Well, madame, we’re here.” You look up to find a tall building with lights shooting into the sky from the roof. Regret shoots into your veins. You’d be left all alone up there watching Gojo get hit on and possibly accepting the advances. He was incredibly popular, too popular. It was annoying. He could probably sense your hesitation, he was good at reading what you were thinking. “You sure you still want to do this?” He moves to stand in front of you, between your body and the building, almost like he was trying to block it from your view. You blink up at him, unaware of how close he actually was. You could smell his expensive cologne distinctly now. You could feel the warmth from his body radiating like small tendrils toward you. He oozed wealth and lust, something you could never live up to. That’s why he only appeared in your dreams and not on your doorstep. 

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” You laugh off your anxieties, the pressure of going to a party where you only knew one person weighing on your shoulders. It’s then that Satoru does something unexpected, he reaches down to grab your hand. 

“Just stay by my side, I’ll make sure you’re not left alone.” Your eyes widen at the way his touch made your chest heave, butterflies erupting in your stomach and rising to your throat. Suddenly you feel stupid for thinking Satoru would leave you behind. He was well aware of how you felt in big crowds, especially around people you didn’t know. He was your friend, after all, he cared about you. 

“I’m depending on you Satoru.” You whisper, daring to look into his eyes as you say those words. A flicker of emotion passes through his eyes and his grip on your hand tightens. You both walk into the immense building and you find a pristine interior, one built specifically for the wealthy to see. The floors were white marble with gold swirls in them and clean enough that you could see a blurry reflection of Satoru and yourself. Off to the far right, down some stairs was a long desk with beautiful women standing behind it. They had smiles plastered on their face and rosy cheeks from spotting Satoru. Plants decorated the empty spaces of the main floor and brought a sort of colorful life into the building. 

“Welcome to Versailles! The hotel of your dreams! What can we do for the both of you?” One of the women with dark long hair chirps. So it’s a hotel? What’s with the name? Makes it sound too grand for you to be standing with this man holding your hand. 

“We’re here for the gathering in the penthouse,” Satoru says with that charming smile of his. One of the other workers nearly melt at the sight. You know the feeling all too well. 

“Ah, of course! And will you be staying the night for the premium breakfast? There will be an array of pastries, American breakfast items, beef-”

“Yes.” You interrupt and Satoru glances at you with slightly wide eyes but a grin brings up the corners of his mouth. The woman looks at you for the first time, taking in your short black dress that leaves little to the imagination. It hugs your curves, round belly, hip dips, and pudgy waist. It also wrapped around your breasts in a way that made them perk up into what could only be described as a heaving bosom. Only one of your arms had a sleeve, the other one was bare. The dress stopped short just above your knees and to top off this experience you’d somehow slipped some black strappy heels on your feet. 

“Alright, what shall I right down for the names?” The woman’s eyes stay on you for a beat before looking back to Satoru. He’s about to reply but something in you snaps. What was so wrong with a woman, who on multiple occasions had compared herself to a generously stuffed dumpling, being with a man like Satoru Gojo? 

“Satoru and y/n Gojo.” You reply with a gracious smile, snaking your arm around Satoru’s. You can feel him tense slightly under your touch. You’re not exactly sure if it’s from your touch or the fact that you just pretended to be his wife. The woman has a strained smile on her face as she types something on the computer and gestures for us to take the penthouse grand elevator. 

Once you’re both in the elevator you let go of Satoru, a shaky breath slipping out of your mouth. It doesn’t help that there's a reflective surface on every part of this damn elevator so it’s not like you could avoid his pointed stare for long. You had about 100 floors to travel up after all. You press your lips into a thin line and brace for impact. 

“I’m not sure why I said that. I think I was just upset that those women were looking at me like I didn’t belong there. Which I don’t. I’m not rich. I also don’t think they thought I was good-looking enough to even be breathing your air. I just snapped and now I feel like you hate me.” You spill out. Satoru closes the distance between you and grabs your arms to stop your rambling. 

“I don’t hate you.” He mutters. You scoff. 

“Good, because we’re husband and wife for the night.” You roll your eyes, happening to glance at his face as you do. His eyes are trained on you and this time you can tell exactly what emotion causes his eyes to darken. 

Lust. Craving. He was hungry. It made you feel like all your desires were about to latch onto this one moment, but then the elevator dings. Fucking great timing you piece of shit elevator. Your stomach dips as Satoru takes your hand and leads you into the long hallway. It had the same vibe as downstairs, grand marble everything. 

“Well Mrs. Gojo, what do you say to wishing a happy birthday and then going back to our room?” Satoru suddenly feels larger than you, towering over you with a presence not unlike a Siberian tiger about to catch an unsuspecting white-tailed doe. You know what he means, he wants to go back to the room you’d requested and…

“What exactly are we going to do in our room so early in the night?” You tease, moving in front of him so he has a better view of your body. You lean over, innocently showing your cleavage. “Are you going to show me how well a rich boy can fuck?” You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth as you say the last word. Satoru grabs hold of your chin and forces you to look up at him. 

“Oh no y/n, you’re going to be showing me.” With that, he lets go of your chin and starts toward a glass door at the end of the hall. You squirm with anticipation as you watch him walk. Was this really happening? You’d never thought about Satoru and you actually fucking. It’d always been a fantasy to you. Something you dreamt about when you were alone with only yourself to feel pleasure. In your dreams, Gojo would watch you with those eyes and order you to show him how you pleasure yourself. “You coming?” Satoru questions from the door. You perk up and catch up to him. 

“Yeah, hopefully fucking sooner than I think.” You mumble as you pass through the door and you’re instantly met with the smell of good food. Soft jazz music plays and from what you can see there are spotlights shining purple lights into the sky. Satoru scoops your hand up and guides you into the almost all-glass expansive room. There weren’t as many people as you imagined, only about 12 that you could count. The room you’d just walked into was large enough to host 200. The space that lacked people was filled with tables of food, which was practically begging you to walk towards it. Satoru bends down near your ear. 

“I wouldn’t eat right now, I’ll make sure to fill you up.” You nearly choke on your next breath and look at him with wide eyes. He just smiles innocently and waves a hand toward the group of people. “What’s up, guys!? Long time no see.” He keeps your hand in his as he walks toward them. You notice a blonde man with sharp angles to his face, a black and white tie loosely around his neck. Then your eyes wander to a shorter woman with brown hair, she has a bored look on her face. Next to her is a tall man with silky long black hair. His eyes are so dark you can barely tell where he’s looking. Who were they? You’d known Satoru for over a decade, but yet you’d never met any of them. The feeling from before returns;  jealousy. 

“Never mind your dumbass, who is this beauty you have here?” The smaller woman approaches you, her eyes looking you up and down. Rather than downstairs where you felt like the women were judging you, it feels like she was complimenting you with her eyes. Satoru pulls you into his side, away from her. 

“This is y/n.” He grumbles. Everyone’s eyes widen and you look up at Gojo. 

“What? Why’d you say my name like that? Why is everyone looking at me?” He doesn’t answer, instead, the blonde-haired man lets out a loud laugh. 

“You finally grow a pair Satoru?” The long black-haired man joins in with a bellow. 

“He probably cried and made her feel bad. Look at his face. Oh my god, he totally begged her.” He points at Gojo and doubles over in laughter. You furrow your brows, more confused than when you heard they were putting bacon on donuts. 

“Oh, I’m Shoko and those two idiots are Suguru and Nanami.” The woman-er…Shoko introduces. “I’m sorry I made Satoru drag you all the way to my birthday party. It’s pretty boring.” She glances behind her at the empty space and then leans toward you, putting up a hand to block her mouth from the crowd. “If I’m being honest, I really hate people but my parents insisted I have a get-together at their hotel.” She rolls her eyes and a small giggle escapes your mouth. Shoko was absolutely grand. Out of everything you’d seen tonight, she was the grandest. She hands you a glass and clinks it with her own. “Now if you’d excuse me, I’m going to try to forget I exist.” She then downs the contents of her glass and wanders toward the blonde man. You look at the glass and then do the same. Your eyes widen at the sudden sting of the liquor. 

“Did you just down that?” Satoru questions, looking at you with a shocked expression. You nod once, already feeling a slight buzz from whatever you’d just drank. “y/n that was probably straight vodka, Shoko is literally a psycho.” You lean against him, feeling heavy all of the sudden. “We’re leaving.” He sighs. You start to shake your head. 

“Nooooo, I don’t want to leave yet.” You groan into his shoulder. Satoru sighs loudly again, then leans down to your ear. 

“If you keep pressing up against me like that I’m not going to be able to hold back.” He whispers gently in your ear. A shiver runs down your body and you dare to press into him again. 

“What if I don’t want you to hold back?” Satoru sets down the glass he had in his hands and grabs your wrist. 

“I’m going to take her to get some water!” He shouts toward the group, but no one really pays him any mind. 

“I don’t want water.” You whine. Gojo and you go through the door and he quickly presses the button for the elevator. 

“We’re not getting water.” He replies sternly, tapping his foot against the ground. You look at him with furrowed brows, swaying lightly. 

“But you just said-”

“Y/n you’d better sober up because I’m about to start kissing you in the elevator and have you watch as I touch your body in the reflection. Then when we get to our room I want to take this stupid fucking dress off you.” 

Ding!

You both step into the elevator and as you feel your heart start to pound Satoru turns you toward the mirror. Your eyes flit between your flushed face and Satoru’s nearing proximity. “I had a fantasy like this once.” You blurt out. Are you stupid? No. Drunk? Yup. Gojo halts his advances, peering into your eyes through the reflection. 

“You…have fantasies about me?” He glances down but then meets your gaze again. You nod and swallow hard. 

“There are ones where you tell me to pleasure myself.” Shut up, stop talking. “And you sit there, watching me with those eyes of yours, taking in the way I touch myself.” You breathe. He sucks in a breath and shuts his eyes. 

Ding!

“Satoru? Are you-”

“y/n, get in the fucking room.” He growls. You sober up as he stalks toward the only door on this floor. He rips it open and then his mouth is on yours. Frantic kisses on your mouth, your jaw, your neck, and your collarbone. “You’re driving me crazy.” He groans between kisses. You let out a breathless moan as he continues. “Show me.” He stares into your eyes now. He couldn’t possibly mean… “I want to see.” You look behind him, past the small sitting room and into the bedroom with a king-sized bed. You look back into his eyes, a sudden burst of courage running through you. 

“Gonna be honest, didn’t think I’d be getting my beef this early.” You tease. Satoru lets out a low laugh and watches as you walk toward the bed. You plop yourself down and spread your legs. His eyes are intently watching as you lift your leg up on the bed to get a better angle. What were you doing? Is this really going to happen? You push your underwear to the side and Satoru is instantly closing the door behind him. He sits in an armchair, crossing one long leg over the other and leaning back with his dark eyes set on what you were doing with your fingers. You push your fingers inside your throbbing pussy and let out a stifled moan. Satoru doesn’t say anything, just sits there and watches you work yourself into a frenzy. You roll your lips under your teeth and push against your clit where you like it. Your breath hitches as the growing build of pleasure begs to explode in the pit of your stomach. You roll your head back and start to flutter around your own fingers. A strangled noise escapes your lips as you start to see stars. As you crest into your orgasm you feel utter bliss. Satoru Gojo was watching you cum all over your fingers. He requested you do this. 

“Y/n.” He finally breaks his silence and brings his legs down to rest his elbows against them. “Get on your knees. I want that pretty mouth of yours around my cock.” His voice is low and commanding, it sends a thrill of excitement through your stomach. You stand from the bed and complete the short walk to where he sits, watching you with sinful eyes. His eyes sink to where your hand was seconds ago. His cock is strained against his pants and you’re eager to finally find out how big he actually was. You sink to your knees and look up at him through your lashes, loving the way his eyes burn into yours. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” You purr, placing yourself in between his knees. Gojo leans back and studies your face. Despite the pure adrenaline coursing through your veins, his gaze makes you squirm like a child being scolded. 

“I’d enjoy that slutty mouth of yours moaning around my cock, making you whimper my name like the needy little whore you are. I can tell how badly you want me to fuck you, just by the way you softly said my name while you masturbated in front of me.” He smirks and leans forward, grabbing your chin in the process. He roughly kisses you and bites your bottom lip. He leaves you breathless and yearning for more attention. “Look at the state of you. You’re practically begging me to let you suck me off. Don’t worry little bug, I’ll give you what you want.” He husks, moving his long fingers to unbuckle his belt. You feel the heat of desire rush through you as you reach out to stop his hands. 

“Please, I want to do it.” You almost whimper. Gojo seems satisfied with this idea and leans back into the chair. You slide the belt out of the loops of his pants and toss it to the side. His pants unclasp and zip open in a smooth motion. Underneath he wears black boxers, but you run your tongue over your lips when you notice how massive his bulge is. You’d sucked dick before, but nothing this big. You tug on the hem of the boxers and his dick springs forth, nearly hitting his abdomen. Honestly, it reminded you of a fucked up jack in the box. Satoru gazes at you awed by his thick cock. Of course, his cock was as pretty as he was. Pale skin aching for you to take it in your mouth. So you do, mouthing at the tip before sinking down his length. A stuttered breath escapes his lips and it only encourages you to do your best. You use your hand to work what your mouth can’t reach, swirling your tongue around what is in your mouth. 

“Fucking Jesus Christ, fuck, yes, oh my god y/n.” Satoru suddenly has the palm of his hand covering the back of your head. You glance up to find his eyes blazing as he examines what you’re doing. He bites down on his lip as a low groan rumbles in his chest. “Just like that princess, fuck you’re such a good fucking slutty whore. Fuck.” A vein in his neck strains as his head flops back. It’s then that he pushes your head down on his cock. He hits the back of your throat easily and you choke on the sudden lack of air. You feel light-headed but the way Satoru is whimpering as you continue to apply suction to him is making you slick with anticipation. His legs start to shake. “Come on y/n, make me cum, yes, you fucking slut. God, you’re so fucking good at that.” He growls, stuttering breaths heaving from his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut and you feel the warmth of his cum fill your mouth. He keeps your head down on his cock as he rides out his crest. When his hand finally moves from your head you slide off his length. You cough lightly, his cum still on your tongue and in the back of your throat. It’s not like you minded swallowing his cum, he tasted like the cream filling of a pastry. He surveys as you lick your lips of him, swallowing what you can. You look up at Satoru, hungry for him to be inside you. 

“Satoru I want you to fuck me.” Is all you can manage to mewl out, too high from the way Gojo came whimpering your name. His eyes track the movement of your face. 

“Take off the dress.” He demands softly. You get to your feet, knees aching. You pull the stretchy dress off your arm and then down your body. Your breasts allow gravity to pull them against your chest and when you pass your panties you pull them off with the dress. You nearly stumble as you step out of it, the heel of your shoes catching on the fabric. You bend over the unlatch the clasp on both of your shoes, slipping out of them. This makes you a foot or so shorter, which gives Satoru all the more reason to remind you how tall he is. He pulls his shirt over his head, slightly messing his hair. It made him look disheveled and even more lustful. Your eyes drop to the way his abdomen ripples with muscles strong enough to lift a heavy weight. You wonder if he could lift you up. Satoru takes his pants off the rest of the way next, exposing his thick thighs. God, he was sexy everywhere on his body. He looks up at you when he’s finished undressing, his eyes racking all over your body. He closes the distance between the two of you and caresses your cheek. “You are… so beautiful. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that y/n.” He looks between your bodies. Your heart throbs. Was this going to be a one-time thing for him? You don’t know if this is such a good idea. Granted you should’ve thought about that before you masturbated in front of him and then sucked him off.

“You haven’t…” You avoid his eyes, scared that somehow he’ll be able to read your thoughts. 

“What an idiot I’ve been.” He slides his hand to the back of your neck and brings you closer to his face. 

“I won’t let a day pass by where I don’t remind you how your beauty is what makes me the wealthiest man on Earth.” He whispers ever so gently then brings your lips together. This kiss is different than the last few you’ve had with Satoru. The desperation is still there, but instead of frantic, it’s more of a longing feeling. His lips work with yours in a beautiful tandem. His words echo in the back of your head as he moves his kisses to your neck. You can’t help but to moan as he sucks on the soft skin of your neck. He licks at the swollen marks he leaves and you can feel just how turned on he is. “Is it okay for me to mark you up?” His beautiful blue eyes look up at you through his lashes, almost innocently asking a question. Gone is the lust but replaces by tender desire. 

“Yes.” You whisper with a light moan. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.” Something in Satoru snaps and he backs you up until the back of your knees hit the bed. You plop into the soft mattress with a slight gasp. Gojo stands before you, peering down at you, scanning your body. You allow yourself to enjoy the view as well, how every inch of his body seems to be sculpted from the marble on the floor. 

“Are you okay with this?” He questions, breaking the silence. You blink up at him, meeting his gaze. 

“Yes, Satoru, I want you.” 

His body is suddenly on yours, hands exploring every inch he can find. Your eyes flutter shut as pure bliss takes over your body. He nips at your neck and lowers his mouth to your nipple. He swirls his tongue around your swollen nub, causing a stifled moan to slip out of your mouth. He looks up at you from your breasts. 

“Be as loud as you want y/n. I want you to be honest with yourself.” He then brings his mouth around your breast to suck on the soft skin. A red splotch appears when he’s done. You feel like you’re in a daze, watching through tinted eyes as Satoru massages your other breast with his massive hands. A whimper escapes your throat and he smiles against the nipple he’s sucking on. He pinches your nipple and you squirm from the pleasure blossoming in your chest. 

“Satoru,” You gasp. His eyes slowly roll up your body to meet your gaze. 

“Yes, princess?” He coos. You flutter your eyes closed as his hand dips to your throbbing cunt. His fingers hook into your slit and you buck against the movement. 

“P-please.” You sputter out. Gojo works his fingers against your clit and you start to squirm. “I want something bigger.” You manage to mutter out. Satoru smirks and wiggles his fingers inside you. The friction makes you whimper. 

“I did tell you your wish is my command.” He laughs and brings the fingers that were just inside you to his mouth. He maintains eye contact as he licks them clean. He backs off the bed and pulls you to the edge, enticing a tiny squeak from you. He bends down to fumble with his pants until he produces a square purple package. He bites off the corner and opens up the condom. He rolls it onto his cock, which honestly seemed bigger than before. You watch as he lines himself up at your entrance and sinks into you. Your eyes widen as he fills you up, a sputtering gasp coming from Satoru’s lips. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking wet. You feel so good.” He rasps. He starts to push in deeper and you bite your lip at the pressure. 

“Me too. I feel good too.” You mewl out. Satoru leans over and presses his lips to yours, a gentle kiss. You hook your legs around his waist, bringing him deeper inside you. You dig your nails into his back and Satoru lets out a stuttering breath. 

“I’m going to start moving faster.” He breathes into your ear and then while kissing you again he snaps his hips forward. You moan against his lips and scratch your nails down his muscular back. Gojo starts to work himself into you at a faster rhythm. 

“Fuck Satoru, oh my god, yes! Right there! Shit, oh my god, fuck.” You feel your body trembling as Satoru pumps his cock into you. Your vision starts to fade as you feel closer to your climax. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum Satoru.” You bite down on his shoulder and he lets out a rumbling moan. 

“Y/n fucking hell, your pussy is sucking me in.” Satoru husks, his movement getting sloppy as he starts to climb the road to his climax as well. Your eyes are trained on the way Satoru strains to push into you. 

“Mmm, just like that. God, I’m so fucking close.” Gojo grabs onto you as you both dissolve into pleasure. Electricity rushes through you and pulses where Satoru is still inside you. He moves his lips to yours and kisses you sloppily. Your lips are swollen from how many times Satoru has pushed his lips onto yours tonight. He pulls out of your swollen pussy and ties off the condom. He then flops to your side and then after a while of you both trying to catch your breath he rolls to face you. 

“I promise I don’t usually cum that quickly…” He avoids your eyes and a stupid smile takes over your lips. 

“I don’t mind, everyone gets excited.” You roll to face him as well. He finally looks into your eyes and all your worries about if he was just fucking you to fuck wash away. 

“I’ll just have to try harder next time.” He kisses you gently on the forehead and your eyes sparkle with new hope. 

“Yeah, now do you think there’s still food at Shoko’s party?” I tease. He feigns offense and sits up. 

“Did I not satisfy you enough bug?” You giggle and slowly sit up next to him. Your head was pounding and your knees brushed against his. 

“I’m fucking famished I don’t know about you.” You nudge his shoulder and he chuckles softly. He kisses your shoulder and looks into your eyes. 

“I could eat a whole village of cows.” 

“Get dressed, we’re making another appearance.” 

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen satoru #satoru smut #gojo saturo #gojo smut #smut fanfiction #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #gojo headcanons #gojo imagine #jjk gojo #jjk #gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo satoru imagines

[subastian-swallows]

Letter’s to you

Sebastian and Ominis write you a letter (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

Sebastian: 

To you,

I’ve always wondered something. Call it an itch, I just simply need scratched? Do you like poetry? What’s your favourite colour? If you were an animal...what would you be?

Caught you off guard, didn’t I? Truthfully, I feel like I know you and yet, I also don’t know you—like we skipped the whole making friends part and went straight to feeling pure admiration.

I’d like to think, we’re fine regardless of not knowing the little things, but now...I feel as if I am missing out—missing out on knowing the real you? Is that strange? It feels strange. 

If it helps, I like poetry—I find them interesting. My favourite colour is blue and if I could be an animal...I would be a Beaver and no, you may not ask questions about it. 

I suppose, this letter, was my poor attempt at expressing that I want to know more about you...to understand what makes you tick. And to be quite honest, I just find you interesting. 

Is there anything, you want to know about me? I’d tell you anything, if you asked. Perhaps, I should just leave it there...intrigue and such. 

Write me back, if you’d like—or meet me by the lake, I will be there tonight...after dinner. There’s meant to be a meteor shower tonight and I know you like Astrology and things to do with the sky...Amit told me...I promise I’m not that observant. 

I look forward to seeing you...and yes, I suppose I’m overly confident, that you will actually show up. 

From Sebastian—also please remember a coat, you feigning ignorance and stealing mine, will not work tonight. 

Ominis: 

To you,

I’m curious? Do you think you’re slick, when you slink behind the pillars of the DADA tower? Or do you perhaps, think I don’t notice you?   

I’ve noticed you for some time now actually, considering your footsteps are much too loud and you’re also incredibly clumsy. Was there something in particular, that you were doing or do you just wish to creep around—following the blind kid?

I heard you question others about me too, do you perhaps...have a crush on me?

I’m not usually bold and maybe because it’s a letter, I feel more confident, but now I’m just simply curious? And truthfully, I would be lying, if I didn’t make a comment on the fact that you also intrigue me. You seem to be the talk of the school, troll attacks, duelling and what else...I’m afraid to ask. 

Sebastian talks a lot about you and I suppose that’s why I’m intrigued. You sound different, almost like a fresh breeze? And now, I can’t focus on anything else. Could you humour me and answer a question?

Do you think, people can change their fate? 

I know, a pretty intense question to ask a stranger...but there is something about you that drags me in, it’s almost suffocating—in a way, that feels somewhat addicting. It’s scary and yet, I can’t help but want to find out why. 

I’d love to figure you out. I have time, I’ll be in the Library until late, if you’d care to join me. I have more questions, if that seems more enticing to you and I can always come up with more. 

I hope to see you. 

From Ominis—please do, remember your textbooks...can’t have you looking suspicious around me, someone might get the wrong...idea.

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[thedeathlysallows]

Is It Over Now? (10)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon; Aegon Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon

Summary: Red blood, white snow

Warnings: canon typical Targaryen incest. Aemond confesses Luke's fate. Aegon is a sneaky bastard. Sexual assault.

Tag List: @callsignwidow

"Be careful, my darling!" Laenor, your father, calls out in worry as you dash ahead of him. "Dragons can be dangerous."

"Not Vermithor! He isn't mean, he's just lonely and sad because no one understands him." You cross your arms and whirl around to face Laenor who simply sighs in the face of your five year old stubbornness.

"You look like your Aunt Laena when you do that."

"That's what grandfather says."

Laenor scoops you up in his arms and carries you the rest of the way to Vermithor's favorite resting spot: a large valley on the south side of the island. It's the perfect resting spot for him really. The size is perfect for the grumpy old dragon to rest his wings when he grows tired of the sky or his volcano.

That's where you happened upon him the first time. He was toying with some poor sheep before devouring it whole, and you could only stand and watch in awe. When he turned his massive head to meet your eyes upon hearing your shocked gasp you knew right away Vermithor was yours.

Your parents tried to argue with you, of course. They told you he was too old and you too inexperienced.

"Papa?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think Vermithor and Vhagar are friends? Mother says they're close in age."

Laenor chuckles at your question and says, "perhaps. Would you like them to be friends?"

You think for a minute, tapping your finger against your chin. "Yes, actually. I think they'd be very good friends. Maybe they'll even fall in love one day?"

"Maybe, my darling." Laenor puts you down as the two of you reach the top of the valley and kneels before you. You can see Vermithor just below watching you with an unspoken joy. "But for now I'm afraid you must wake up."

You frown. This isn't how the memory goes. "What?"

"Wake up, Aemma." Laenor's voice shifts and fear grips your heart.

"Papa?"

"Aemma, wake up!"

You bolt straight up in bed, pushing away the hands gripping your shoulders. Your heart thuds in your chest and your skin feels sticky from sweating in the warm summer air circulating your bedroom. Tears continue rolling down your cheeks. Aemond looks down at you with concern. You've been doing nothing but sleeping and crying since the coronation, and he isn't sure how to help you.

"Oh," you finally manage to say. "You've returned. How was Lord Baratheon."

"As stubborn as you'd expect." Aemond sits beside you, taking your hand in his. "I saw Lucerys at Storm's End."

You visibly perk up, desperate to hear anything about your family. "How is he?"

There are few people in Aemond's life that can read his expressions and read them truly. His mother, Helaena, and you. He knows he can't lie to you about what happened, but what else can he possibly say? Not a soul yet knows what happened between him and Lucerys because he couldn't have word of it getting back to you before he could tell you himself.

"Aemond?"

He flinches at the feeling of your hand caressing his cheek. He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve you. You're too kind, too beautiful, too utterly pure for this world. He knows there isn't a possibility of forgiveness, but he can't live without you.

So Aemond takes a steadying breath and says, "there was an incident."

"What do you mean?"

"We departed Storm's End at the same time, but our dragons seemed to be under the impression it was a chase. Arrax attacked first and Vhagar followed suit. I tried to stop it, but neither dragon would listen."

You blink, drawing your hand away from Aemond's face. "Aemond, what are you trying to tell me?"

"Lucerys and Arrax perished. I never meant for things to get out of hand-"

The blood leaves your face and you're left with an icy, lightheaded feeling. "It doesn't fucking matter what you meant! My brother is dead!"

"He wasn't supposed to die!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, did you try telling him that?" The venom in your voice is almost tangible and you hope it's enough to burn Aemond. "Get out."

"Aemma-"

"I said get out!"

Rather than fight you, Aemond retreats slowly. "I'll leave you to mourn in peace, wife."

Just as you hoped your words burnt Aemond, his burn you in return. "Don't call me that."

"You are my wife. I understand you're hurt, but that won't change the truth."

You choke back a sob, saying, "please, Aemond. Just go."

"As you wish. I'll return after I've met with the council."

You want to tell him not to bother, but the words won't come. Nothing comes except the irresistible beckoning of sleep. That's what you'll do. You'll go back to sleep and maybe this time Luke will be there along with your father.

But sleep won't come despite the heaviness of your eyelids.

You toss back and forth miserably for what could be minutes or hours, you don't know.

In the distance you can faintly hear the door open and close. Footsteps approach the bed, weight dips and shifts on the mattress, hands grab your waist and turn you over, you bury your face in his chest and breathe in the familiar scent of Aegon.

"I sent Aemond to keep an eye on the City Watch as they train," Aegon explains as he strokes your hair.

You say nothing in return. You aren't stupid. You aren't naive. You understand exactly why Aegon keeps sending Aemond on all these various errands and it makes your blood boil. He still sees you as a toy to fight over, to win. Even in the shadow of your brother's death all Aegon cares about is using your body.

As if in silent agreement with your thoughts, Aegon's hand slips beneath the thin cotton of your nightgown to cup your sex. His lips, once soft and inviting, feel harsh against your neck now. You wriggle against him, trying your best to force him off of you.

"I want you to leave," you tell him. "Get out of my chambers and bring Aemond back."

"You can't mean that, sweet girl." Aegon grinds his hard cock into your ass, nipping at your earlobe.

"I do."

Before you can fight him further, Aegon flips you over so you're pinned beneath him, his eyes burning with rage. He grabs your wrists and holds them above your head. You can feel the heat of his body through your gown and you hate yourself for the way it ignites a fire in your belly. Aegon is the reason for your current torment and yet you still find yourself craving him in some way.

"You don't mean that," he repeats. "Never say that again. Not you."

Aegon hates the blank look in your eyes. It's frightening, something he's never witnessed before. You've always loved him the most. Always.

"Tell me you don't mean it. Tell me!"

"I'll thank you to get off my wife, brother." Aemond's hand grips Aegon's collar firmly, leaving no option for Aegon except to listen.

You slowly sit up as Aegon's weight leaves you. The brothers glare at one another. You're unimpressed by their pissing match.

"I would like to write to my mother," you announce. "No, I will write to my mother."

"You can't," Aegon says without looking away from Aemond. "You'll have no contact with your traitor mother."

"What could I possibly tell her that would be so damning? I know nothing of your plans, all of you have made sure of that. Let me mourn with my family."

Both men are silent and you know the answer before Aegon says it.

"No."

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you

[selvyyr]

MY DEAR JUCTICE..

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↪Focalors sighed as she looked at her twin brother sudon and her dear friend micheal.. As she spoke

"This is my ending..I'll do anything for these poor people's souls out there that did sins for reason.."

Sudon looked at his twin sister [name] but she pefers to be called focalors..Micheal walks up to focalors as tears were already dropping from his eyes..As he spoke

"I'm so sorry [name] that my twin brother cheated on you and make you sacrifice yourself for him and the mortal souls ou there..."

As he wipes his tears way with his sleeve but more tears were dropping...Focalors smiled at micheal as she hugged him..Micheal wraps his arms around focalors but tighter..As he cried in her arms..

Sudon looked at focalors who was comforting micheal..Sudon knew lucifer was no good the time he noticed he was paying less attention to focalors and often going to the garden of eden..

As micheal sniffs as he wipes away his tears again..As he backed away from focalors...As sudon spoke

"We'll miss you..I can't imagine how i will survive without you.."

As focalors hugs sudon.. As sudon hugged her back..As they stopped few seconds later..Focalors looked to the sky.. The big sharp blue dragger floating in the sky..

Focalors sighed.. As she spoke again..

"If you two could ever meet lucifer again..Tell him that i died for him..I wonder how it will affect him..I hope you and the others will be fine in the future..And please don't attack or harm people in hell...It will be pointless if they attack sinners..And this act of mine will be useless..."

Micheal nodded quickly as he wrote her words in paper while sudon nodded..Micheal spoke

"I'll make sure he will suffer and be in sorrow for making you doing this.."

Focalors smiled at the two.. As she sighed nodding at the two..The other two backed away as focalors stood right down on the dragger...

As she begin to dance slowly.. The dragger begin follow her steps..Focalors closed her eyes and opened.. As she could see her memories she made with lucifer.. Her dear husband.. Well ex husband..

As she looked at the sky..The dragger right in front of her.. As she opened her arms smiling sadly with few tears dropping..

Then the dragger dropped right at her... As loud thud and dust was made.. Sudon's breath hitched.. As he looked at the scene right in front of him..

Focalors lifeless body right there laying on the ground.. Her upper body ripped.. Her golden heart that raced was now stopped racing..

Micheal ran up to her lifeless body.. As he hugged her..Not caring if her blood will on his clothes..He was the perfect twin..But now that's not the important thing..

Micheal cried.. As he held focalors' hand gently..Her golden blood sparing around her whole body..As micheal looked at sudon..He spoke

"I think.. We both agree to keep her body somewhere slince and quiet.."

Sudon nodded at micheal's words.. As they both went to somehwere..A garden that was filled with many different blue colour flowers..And in the middle a glass funeral that was white and having golden ironic flowers on the top..

As many years passed..Micheal often comes to the garden as he wishes focalors is doing fine and in peace..While sudon were haunting lucifer with nightmares..

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Focalors looked around as she sighed..It has been alot of years since she sacrificed herself for the hell's safety..Well for lucifer's safety...She thought she'll die but it seems like it wasn't enough to make her die..

The memory flying into her head like a bird flying in the same oath ad always...

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Focalors sighed.. As she was held by someone..Her body shaking sightly.. As she cried into the person's arms..As the person hugged her..

Focalors looked at the person as she spoke with shaky voice.. Her tears streaming down from her cheeks..As the person spoke..

"You are in celestial..A realm that only people who changed the universe's path.. And it seems like you did something to change the path..It's fine..I'll protect you...My name is eternal.."

Focalors spoke again.. Her tears lowering a bit as she stopped shaking a bit..

"My name is [name].. But i will be pefers to be called focalors.."

Eternal smiled at focalors.. As they hugged each other..Eternal's large wings wrapping around focalors gently..

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That was the first time when she came to celestial..Focalors looked around as she sighed.. The court room was empty..As usual a normal court day..

Focalors got up from her luxury chair.. As she took her scale..The scale were gold the right one having blue butterfly while the left one had black butterfly..

Focalors exited the court room.. As she walked outside people bowing and greeting her.. As she greeted them back and waved..She stopped at a certain café

A bell spund were heard.. As sika smiled sweetly.. As he spoke

"Welcome miss focalors!Same order as always?"

Focalors smiled at sika as she nodded at his words..Sika gave thumbs up to focalors.. As he went to the kitchen while focalors took her usual seat..Few minutes later sika came out with [favorite cake] and coffee as he places it on the table.. As he spoke

"Enjoy miss focalors!I'm really happy to welcome anytime!I know it's hard being the celestia of justice.."

Focalors smiled at him.. As she spoke

"Thank you for your kind words sika..I really love your food,it gives me energy..Yes indeed it is hard.."

Sika nodded.. As he went to the other customers that entered the café..As he took their orders.. Focalors took a bite from the cake.. As she felt the sweetness of the cake..Always nice and soft..

She looked at glass window.. As she wondered how heaven and hell is doing..She hoped that hell is safe..

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↪Sudon looked at sera as he grinned his teeth harshly...While micheal looked at her with disgusted look on his face... As he spoke

"How dare you sera,do you have any mind?You officially broke focalors' wish?!Now she sacrificed herself for nothing but a total disaster.Don't you know rules?Did you broke one of the rules that angels either winners can't attack or harm people in hell.That would mean we broke focalors' wish and broke her promise.I hope you know this leads you to harsh punishment.Take her away."

Micheal sighed as he breathed out heavily..How stupid was he..He was so focused on his work so mich that he didn't notice that sera let adam and some angels harm people in hell...

Now focalors is disappointed on them.. In him...How didn't he notice...Sudon growled.. As he bit his lips..

Micheal looked at sudon.. As he spoke

"i think we should make a meeting with the morningstars..And discuss some stuff..And i heard a sinner called" Sir pemtious"got redeemed.. "

Sudon nodded slowly.. As he wrote a letter as he blew it to the sky..The letter spreading as golden dust..

While charlie took the letter.. As she gives it to her dad.. As she spoke

"Dad,i think this is for you.."

As lucifer looked at the letter.. As he opened it slowly as he read it..His eyes widening..As he spoke

"heaven wants a meeting with us charlie.."

As charlie's eyes widened like her dad's.. As she smiled.. As she spoke

"Mabye,they fanilly agreed with my idea dad!"

As charlie happily ran to her girlfriend vaggie who listened charlie..

Lucifer's breath hitched..Was focalors there..? Does shen forgave him probably not...He broke her heart..He saw how she smiled that smile a sad one... Tears forming in her eyes.. While micheal were glaring at him..

Lucifer wanted to apologize...He knew it won't do much.. But he wants to apologize to her...Mabye they could stay as friends...

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↪Lucifer looked at sudon and micheal with the others looking at him... As micheal explained that redemption was real and a sinner called "sir pemtious" got redeemed..

As a silence were in the air.. As lucifer spoke..

"Sooo...Where's focalors..?"

Everyone looked at him with unreadable look..As sudon łooked at lucifer with anger in his eyes.. As micheal nodded to sudon..

Sudon then spoke

"How can you ask something like that when you are the reason she's gone."

Lucifer had confused look on his face..She's gone because of him..? How..Did she do something.. As lucifer were about to spoke..Sudon shouted

"SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR YOU AND THE HELL'S SAFETY!THE BLOOD SHE WASTED ON YOU WAS SO PAINFUL.TO WATCH HER DIE WAS EVEN MORE PAINFUL!AND GUESS WHAT?YOU LET THE ANGELS ATTACK.AND THAT LEADS NOTHING BUT FOCALORS SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR NOTHING!?"

Lucifer's eyes widened.. As his breath stuck in his throat..Focalors sacrificed herself for him...For his safety..Then he remembered..

"I'll sacrifice myself for you lucifer..Even if it means that i will be gone forever.."

These words that focalors told him before he cheated on her..So she really kept that promise to him..How stupid is he...

Then micheal spoke

"The meeting is over,everyone go!"

As everyone flew away.. While a portal opened..Lucifer and charlie entering the portal.. Before the portal disappered.. Micheal shouted at lucifer

"You disappointed her because you let them harm the hell people."

That was the last words lucifer heard..

How could he...

He thought that focalors was alive..

But no.. She sacrificed herself for him..

Why didn't he notice it sooner..

How can he be so stupid..

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"I'm so sorry my dear [name].. I disappointed you.."

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A/N:how do you like this lol,took me hours to write bc i was also doing chores.Hope you all liked this!<3,have a nice day/evening/night!<3

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#fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #Focalors!Reader #genshin impact #Selvyyr

[otter-pup]

Har me out; being a stubborn omega, always declaring that you don't need any alpha. You can take care of yourself. Even when you go out and see omegas heavily pregnant with their omegas, you push down the feelings of envy. It's just your instincts, who cares?

But one day, your heat hits you, and hits you bad. You had a feeling your instincts would be insufferable, and they usually are during your heats since you're unclaimed, but this time around it's terribly bad. You don't know if it's because of you want these instincts to stop or because of your instincts, but you do remember that you have fertility pills you were keeping for a friend..

You take a few (or a handful, it's hard to remember) and head out, the moon high in the sky. You hard ever head out, always too busy or focusing on school, but it couldn't matter less. Maybe if you just got pregnant with one litter, your instincts would finally stop.

You head to a club, and it's easy to get in, and you couldn't get less about your pheromones at the moment before spotting someone who was obviously an alpha; me. I was far too well kept for being in a club, but you could care less. Your feet move you over to me, and I greet you with a charming smile.

We make brief small talk. I'm here because I was recently promoted high up into my company, especially surprising since I was only a year older than you. I was only here to celebrate, but I could clearly tell what you were here for.

You had dragged me back into one of the rooms the club had (apparently this sort of thing happened often) and just soon enough I was mounting you, my cock pounding away at your cunt. You could hardly remember that night, between how pleasurable it felt, how good it felt to have your instincts finally satisfied, and how rough yet soft I was towards you. I never pushed you farther than you could go. (Another reason why I was such a good alpha for you, your instincts informed you.)

When you awoke, you were dressed and alone in the club room. You were disappointed, but also relieved. No more annoying instincts, but even with being satisfied and telling yourself you wouldn't contact me, you still took the card I left beside you.

And as the days passed, you noticed your belly slowly swelling. You were a bit concerned, and checking the fertility pills confirmed your worries. You had taken way more than you had intended to. Who knows how many pups you were carrying now?

You weren't sure what happened first weeks later. Either your instincts, which had been steadily growing in time, finally consumed you or your lust did, and you called me. I was such a good alpha, you needed me.

I was there in just and hour, to see my poor little omega on his couch, desperately trying to make himself cum, but couldn't because of how large his stomach had gotten. I chuckled as I walked over to you, kissing your stomach before trailing my hand down to your wet cunt.

"Just let your alpha take care of you, my little omega." And that was all you needed to hear to surrender yourself to your instincts completely. And now with your first littered delivered and your stomach heavy with another, you know you made the right choice.

🐺

i wasn't ignorant of my instincts, but i refused to let myself succumb to them - too stubborn to see where that would land me. i stared at every bred omega i saw with buried envy, refusing to admit that i wanted that for myself, too.

until my heat hit.

i had a friend who was actively trying for a litter, but their state hadn't cleared the fertility meds they wanted to try for OTC sale - so i had bought them for them and was keeping them safe until they could make the trip to come get them. except now, with my heat messing with my brain, i fumbled to get the cap off myself, pouring i don't know how many into my palm and swallowing them down. then, i put on my best outfit and headed out.

the club i ended up at was nice - which is how i ended up meeting you, celebrating such a big event. my pheromones were pumping out nonstop, and if i wasnt able to smell them, i would be able to tell from your dilated pupils. it didn't take much after that to get you to one of the breeding rooms in the back - even the nicest clubs know better than to risk the mess of a breeding in the bathroom.

you mount me, and im gone, cumming from nearly everything you do - when you bottom out, when you start thrusting, hard, when you knot me for the first time. you pump me full of cum, and i can still feel it, warm inside me, when i wake up, even with you gone.

my instincts are gone, too, and i'm relieved until my belly starts swelling much faster than i would expect. after a few days, i give in and check the fertility pills, and at least half the bottle is gone.

half the bottle, of a fertility booster with a recommended dosage of one.

fuck.

it still takes a few weeks for me to call you - a few more weeks of growing concerningly big for such a short time frame. but even with the logical concern, my instincts are rearing their head again, telling me im such a good omega for taking such a big litter, such a good omega for my alpha, and it's not long before those instincts have me calling you to tell you - and to beg for you to take care of me again.

the hour between the phonecall and your arrival is torture. i can't reach my cunt anymore, my belly in the way even after just a few weeks. you're quick to approach, lips pressing against my belly before your hand presses against my cunt.

let your alpha take care of you, my little omega. that's all it takes for my mind to break, spreading my legs even wider for you as you take me again, soothing my raging hormones and breeding me like you could knock me up again. and months later, when i've given birth to that first litter and you've dosed me with excess fertility meds again, you do get to knock me up again - and i couldn't be happier.

#puppytalk #nsft #🐺 #ftm breeding #t4t breeding #breeding k!nk #nsft breeding #omegaverse nsft #omegaverse k!nk #a/b/o kink #hyperpreg #hyperpregnancy #hpreg #dumbification #mindbreak #t4t nsft #ftm nsft #gay nsft #mlm nsft #trans nsft

[ghostkingdoesstuff]

A friendly reminder I am not to be held accountable for the things I'm about to say. Percy Jackson Season 1 FINALLY (SPOILERS BUT THAT'S THE LEAST OF YOUR PROBLEMS)

The visceral noise I made eating popcorn as Luke said "look you didn't ask to be a half-blood" caused an earthquake in Alaska, I'm sorry I was facing northwest.

"Riposte" I'm sorry, no I'm sorry no-

Also, the background of the sword fighting scene was very pretty.

Poseidon showing up for his son!!! Letts gooooooo! THE WEIGHT OF THE OCEAN UPON YEE!!!

Right in the heel, it's gotta hurt!

Percy asked his uncle to please return his mom, wholesome family gold.

"He'll kill you." "I done to stop running from monsters." "You're gonna need all the luck you can get." The show gets why these two work. Friends before anything else.

Glory as a theme is something that I like that the show highlights more. But Grover is right. at least send an insurance email or something. A quick "on my way, please don't kill anyone"

Dropping the master bolt on some poor dudes desk, legendary.

Olympus is so fucking beutiful omg

I'm gonna cry if Luke and Percy are in the same scene as each other in this episode again. ILL DO IT! THAT'S A THREAT!

The dead silence, I'm shitting omg... yes I know what happens and?

Followed by "I didn't steal it! Neither did any of my friends" IM GONNA CRY! IM GONNA DO IT

The pin strip suit, the sky blue paisley tie, the presence, the voice, THE KING OF THE GODS PEOPLE

Lotta talk for someone so small and scary

POISIDEN GETTING BETWEEN HIS SON AND HIS BROTHER I'M GONNA THROW UP

POSIDEN AND ZEUS SPEAKING GREEK I'M GONNA PISS

THE SEA DOES NOT LIKE TO BE RESTRAINED (🎶BRING ON THE MONSTERS BRING ON THE REAL WORLD!!!🎶)

SALLY JACKSON TEACHING PERCY GREEK I'M GONNA-

"Of course we dream. why do you ask?" "Do you ever dream about mom?" ;-;

Thalia looking strudy as ever.

"Ready?" NO FUCK YOU NO

Another reminder I am not to held liable for anything I might say, you need only see how many times I've listened to "Last day of Summer" from The musical to understand how much I've thought of this moment in fictional time.

Confirmation that Luke was indeed what mattered most in the end? I'm gonna make myself cry shit-

Honestly, this Percy might be too smart for his own good. Bro's never gonna live this heartbreak down.

"You...I'm here to recruit." I- fucking- AHHHH

"OUR WAY OUT" RICK YOU BASTARD I HOPE YOU ROT IN ASPHODEL

"Stop saying "we"!" "It’s the word Zeus fears the most."

AND SHE HEARD EVERYTHING! Wasn't she supposed to be watching Clarrise? He'll, if Percy could figure it out, I'm sure Annabeth would. It's worth it to see that LOOK on Luke's face. I'm sorry. Feel the weight of your actions, man.

Miss my old friend the pit scorpion but I also like my new friend "the first scars we gave eachother"

He knows Luke won't hurt him physically, but the psychic damage hurts more and has lasting status de buffs.

"Just be a kid" that's it

"I'll find you" that's it

Promising to meet again next summer...Percy just you wait.

THE FAKE OUT OF A LIFETIME

"Grandpa" "don't call him that"

They are the ultimate mother son duo

BLUE PANCAKES!

Kinda hate that Sally didn't intentionally do a murder, or at least she has a lot more possible deniability now, but I hope she still makes a sweet sale on that sculpture!

And that's it! Fuck it's over what to do now... RE READING THE LIGHTING THEIF LIFE BLOG COMING SOON! As well I'll probably drop a summary of my thoughts on the whole season at some point soon! Happy Finally, y'all! Can't wait to see the discorse!

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo fandom #pjo tv adaptation #pjo disney+ #luke castellan #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase #grover underwood #thalia grace #pjo spoilers

[galaxychaos78]

Loser!boyfriend Headcanons

this is the sweetest man ever you are not allowed to disagree

he kinda floats from one friend group to the other, but when he started to notice he wasn't really "part" of any of the friend groups he was in, he just stepped away from them all.

the two of you met when Professor Iruka asked you to tutor the blonde and the rest was history. people were always whispering about you hanging around "the uzumaki loser" but you paid them no mind. soon your tutoring sessions went from studying the material to studying how to make naruto uzumaki a puddle in your hands.

you're way more popular than him, so everyone was mad confused when you walked onto campus holding hands with him one day. and when people asked what the hell you were doing holding hands "with the uzumaki guy" you'd tell em' all the same thing.

"i'm holding hands with him cause he's my boyfriend." (naruto's a blushing mess every time you told people)

he follows you around like a lost puppy, sky blue eyes always glancing about. (he's anxious and you're the only thing that soothes it).

he doesn't have a lot of money, but he makes up for it by being crazy attentive to your needs and wants. you're stressed from classes? he's cuddling with you and putting on your favorite movie. you're angry about something and need to vent? he's all ears. also knows where the good cheap eats are around town and saves up money every now and again to treat you to dinner.

gets distracted a lot, especially when you're talking to him. he can't help it, you're just so pretty.

he was insanely nervous meeting your friends for the first time & you assured him that Sakura, Ino, Gaara and Sai were really nice people. when you all got together, they all took notice at how quiet he was and Sakura was the first person to ask him questions about himself.

by the end of the night, your nervous wreck of a boyfriend was laughing and high fiving Gaara and Sai after beating the three of you in a very heated game of Pictionary.

he starts to come out of his shell, showing off the high energy and positive personality you fell in love with. (so much so that other girls start to take notice at how cute "that loser Uzumaki" is).

poor boy doesn't even realize he's being hit on half the time until he tells you about how the nice Hinata girl from his history class asked him what his favorite food was and was recommending that the two of them go out sometime, and you had to politely explain to him that she was asking him out on a date.

takes him a sec to get it, but once he does he's turning down any and every advance from any girl that isn't you. "Ah sorry! I'm gonna be late for a study session with my girlfriend so I can't go out with you!"

loyal baby 💕💖

how this man is considered a loser, you'll never know.

Kiba didn't exactly float between friend groups like Naruto. he was just kinda of there; people knew of him but that was about it. he mostly kept to himself and, in turn, made himself kind of a loner.

the two of you met at a nearby KBBQ restaurant. your friends had flaked on getting lunch with you and you noticed Kiba sitting outside of the restaurant.

"Kiba right?" poor boy couldn't fathom that you were talking to him. "this might be really awkward and you're ok to say no...but would you wanna get lunch with me? my friends completely flaked and-"

"yes." the two of you spend hours getting to know eachother and when its time to pay the bill, you grab it before he has a chance.

"I would've paid.." he says with a pout that you find utterly adorable.

"I know, but this is on me. You can pay for our next date." (homeboy ends up looking like this😳😳😳)

another date turns into 2, then three, then soon you've got him seeing heaven everytime you stay over in his dorm.

absolutely loses his mind when you call him your boyfriend for the first time. the two of you are out shopping and you see a jacket that would look nice on him. he tries it on and you hug him from behind and say, "Man I'm so glad to have such a handsome boyfriend.."

his brain stops working and he freezes for a few seconds because holy shit he wants to kiss you so hard in this fucking department store. once y'all leave and get to his dorm, he's practically begging to hear you say it again.

"Say it again..please. Call me your boyfriend again." cue makeout session

Kiba absolutely loves cuddling with you. if he's playing a game, he's leaning back against you while you play with his hair. If you're watching TV, he's got his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. even when you sleep over he wraps himself around your body and loves waking up early to pepper your face in kisses.

when you guys go out, he's always touching you; arm around your waist or holding hands. he loves being the one to hold you and it boosts his ego to see guys glaring at him in jealousy.

lets you pick your favorite hoodies of his because they look so much better on you than him. also will buy some small trinket or little stuffed animal to gift you just because it reminded him of you.

is the first one to say "I love you". he was running late for his class and as he checked his pockets and grabbed his bag, he gave you a quick kiss on your lips before muttering, "love you babe." and rushing out of the door. literally doesn't realize he said it until he's in class and blushes bright red.

he checks his phone after class and sees a text from you that has his heart skipping a beat.

(Y/N): didn't even let me say it back dummy. love you too😘💕

quiet, mysterious and a huge loner is what people say when you ask about the black haired ponytail man that sits right beside you in your History class.

he's an interesting one; barely takes notes in class and you've caught him sleeping a few times as well. and yet, every test and report that comes back to him shows a bright red A in Professor Asuma's handwriting.

you didn't get the chance to actually speak to him until you were paired up in Professor Kuranai's photography class. you could hear a few of the guys in your class mutter and groan about not getting you as a partner, and to be fair Shikamaru didn't exactly look excited to be paired with you.

the two of you were tasked with photographing nature and, to your surprise, shikamaru knew a lot of hidden gem spots; going to the local park and taking shots of blue jays in the trees, a secret river in a nearby forest. the two of you even went so far as to take a train out to the countryside the day after it rained to get shots of the giant rain clouds.

plus, you two got to know each other really well. soon he wasn't the quiet loner that slept in your History class, but your intriguing and handsome Nara Shikamaru; the same Shikamaru who let you steal bites of his food and the same Shikamaru who gave you his jacket even though he was also cold.

calls you all sorts of pet names as soon as y'all start dating. but as soon as you hit em with a "hey babe, what answer did you get for question 4?" he's blushing and gripping his notes tight. (you really wanna make him flustered, call him sweetheart or my love)

will give any excuse to stay in bed with you. wanna go out for food? he's already ordering it for delivery. wanna go out a see a movie? he's loading up Netflix as you speak. you need to go shopping for new clothes?....well maybe he should go with you just to see how it looks.

pairs up with you for any and all projects. he'll never admit it, but the idea of anyone else (guy or girl) working with you makes him jealous. your his and that's that. he even gets you both matching rings because of it. "just...want everyone to know you're taken.."

this man absolutely adores cuddles and loves eskimo kisses even more. loves waking up to you in his arms and nuzzling his nose against yours. loves his cuddles so much that he can and will not let you go no matter what.

"Shika, I gotta pee." "Too bad."

100% has a secret notebook filled with all of your favorite things; snacks, your drink orders, your favorite food from all the restaurants y'all order from, which shops you go to for clothes.

he just really fucking loves you💕💖

#can you tell I really put my heart and soul into this? #naruto shippuden #nara shikamaru x reader #naruto uzumaki x reader #kiba inuzuka x reader #kiba inuzuka #nara shikamaru #naruto uzumaki #naruto shippuden x reader

[rheiple]

Tea Party in Hell

OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ To think that the tasked that you've been handled would be the cause of meeting your one and only source of nightmare fuel.

▪︎WARNING/s↦ Cussing, Not proofread (I just made this like a min ago)

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Eclipse, Reader

▪︎WORD COUNT↦2252 [Minus the dots for the timeskips]

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ I have not poster for 5 months☠ uhmm hi again, it's been so long since i have posted, I missed writing fanfics so much 😭 But! School is almost over and I can finally have a 2 months break to focus on my hobbies!! I hope you all take this apology gift for me being dead in 5 months 😭😭 (If I'm being honest idk if I should be embarrassed at the fact that this fic is way longer than all of my 4 essays combined 🕴)

You never really thought of how... unique the Daycare Attendant's room is.

Upon opening the secret door that led you to your robotic friend's room, you scanned everything inside. From the hanged up drawings of the little kids, to the disturbingly looking broken staff bots lying on the corner, it didn't help that with their damaged head it looks like they're all at you.

It really surprised you. That because of their obsession with keeping everything clean and perfect, you assumed that their room would be neat.

Well... everyone has problems you guessed, maybe they're too busy with their job to clean up their room. Poor them, overworking theirselves to shut down. Maybe in another time you'll offer to help them clean their room.

You went inside the tube to access the other side of the room. You see something big that's covered with a dusty blanket. You assumed that it's the arcade machine that the staff decided to keep in there... The confusion on how they got that thing in is giving you a headache, and what pains you more is that you have to get that out when you have fixed it.

You huffed at the thought, why do they need this arcade machine anyways? There are plenty of unused gaming machine at the lowest floor, and they're still working pretty well! What's with all the hype on this one?

Taking off the dirty blanket, you see that the arcade machine looks new... It's already powered on, does Sun and Moon play this game?

You examined it closely, searching for a coin in your pocket. You'll just play the game to see if it's working, if it does then you'll bring it outside and clean it up, easy as pie.

But out of the blue, The name of the game appears on the pixelated screen. It's jolly tune of amusic made you immediately jumped out of surprise.

"What the hell? Is this game haunted or what?" You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at the screen. Do they really think that you're a exorcist and not a staff? You really should thought of this through before signing up for this under paying shit of a job.

Hesitantly in doing so, you grabbed the joystick and pressed on a random button to start the game.

So far it went ok, the game is working well, the sky switches from day to night. Everything is going smoothly wait what the fuck did the game glitched did the sky turned red??

You blinked your eyes, but it turned normal as if it the wasn't even real.

Hell no, you stopped playing and turned around. You know you're going to get paid less, and that's fine because you'd rather live than experience some 3 a.m. scary story creepypasta kind of shit.

You flinched at the sudden ear rape sound that the arcade machine emits. Looking back you noticed that the machine is shaking. Black fingertips slowly emerged from the glitched screen.

You didn't have to think two seconds to try and dart through the tube to get out of that room.

And try as you might, but the moment took a step back the said black hands chased after you. They took a hold of your feet and arms, dragging you slowly, inside the haunted machine.

"Let me go! Assholes!" You twist and turn, kicked your legs and punched one of the hands and yet all of your efforts were in vain.

You're eyes darts around to look for anything that could stop them from pulling you inside, you took blocks and hit them with it. You hold on to the big blocks, or anything that that's heavy to not get pulled.

"No! no no nononono!"  You frantically kicked on the machine, lowered your whole body down all to not get close to the screen. You think it worked, for a minute.

Your face drained of color when you see two robotic pair of chance come out. They grabbed on to your waist.

"...Fuck."

You got pulled into the machine.

.

.

.

You sharply gasped at the sudden jolt through your body. It's so loud, you can't focus. You're sweating real bad. You inspect everything around you.

Breathing heavily a few times, you calmed down a bit. And it helps to make you more aware of your surroundings. The loud sound suddenly going lower and slower.

You realized now that the sound you heard earlier was your own heartbeat.

To say that you're going mad is the right word. The place your in looks like an imitation of hell. Bloodshot red of the sky, those black clouds that are thinly outlined with a bright orange. You noticed that that you aren't laying down on a floor, but rather floating, yet not a cloud, just floating.

You look up at the sky and see-...

Your breath hitched upon making eye contact with the culprit who you think is the reason that you're in this hellhole.

"Is that... a god?"

It's face like the Sun you know, but the colors are very dark and, if you look hard enough you could see the inside of the mouth is glowing with a bright yellow.

The creature went down to you, you saw how it's body is just a big black of glob. It took all of your face muscles to not grimace at the sight of it, you didn't wanna die because of offending it in anyway.

The robotic glitched face tilt it's head looking at you.

You gulped at the staring, and decided to greet him quietly.

"...Hi"

You were grabbed by the wrist.

In one quick motion, it lead you up in the sky, abose the clouds when you look down you don't see anything other than the color of the sky.

You screamed and cried, you didn't do anything to deserve this! Sure you might've said something mean to someone but that wasn't intentional! That was the most you could have done at being bad!

You curled yourself into a ball, if you're going to die you hope they make it quick, you want all of this to end. You can just live peacefully in your second life, no more pain, no more scary robots, no more demonic eldritch being wanting to kill you.

You feel them stop and let them go of your hand. You wiped your eyes to clear your vision. You look around to see everything dark, you know you're in some kind of void, but there's alot of stuff hanging around above you.

You look at the monster in confusion. "W... What's all those?" 'Are you going to kill me with all those items?'

It didn't respond, opted to only look at you.

This suddenly irked you. All this silence is about to  you hysterical. What's his problem? Does he want to see you suffer? He's already done it, why can't he just kill you now?!

You noticed a shadow looming over you, looking up you see a... Kiddies table coming down between you.

The creature backed away to give the table some space.

Your gaze went back up at the stuff above you, to see two cups and a glass teapot filled with... tea? Or coffee? Either way you're not going to drink that.

It landed on the table, each cup is at the end, with the teapot at the middle.

You eyed the creature, it doing it's  head tilt again. "I'm not gonna drink that." You said whilst your crossing your arms.

The teapot floats up again and pours the content at your cup, doing the same at the other. The delicate object went back to it's position.

... Right, an indirect way of telling that you didn't have a choice to begin with. You clicked your tongue in annoyance. Glaring at the monster, asked why you're here.

A minute of silence, and then it finally replied back. "ₒₗd... fᵣᵢₑₙd.." The creature whispered.

"Uh, what??" You couldn't help you're harsh tone. Out of all the things it could've said, it said something so... Weird. As if all of this isn't.

"Old friend who?"

The monster points at you.

Wow. Ok, this is so confusing and stressful. You know that you haven't met it before, so it's highly likely that it must've mistaken you for someone else.

As if reading reading your thoughts- well, at this point it probably is, you're not surprised at anything what it does at this point. The creature called you with your own name.

"Y/ₙ.. ₒₗd f₋fᵣᵢₑₙ-d.."  

You cringed at the sound of it calling you by your name. You look down at your uniform to not see your nametag. It knows your name.

Shoulders are tense, you're back is straight. You kept your guard up incase of anything bad will happen. "Get straight to the point, what do you want from me?"

The monster, let's out a glitched and low sound of a motorboat. What the hell is it doing? Putting a curse on you? You should've brought something holy to smack that with it.

"ₘᵢₛₛₛₛₛ,, y₋ₒᵤ₋ᵤ.."

You're not deaf, you are sure that this mother fucker just hissed at you.

You backed away for a bit, and raised up your hands when it tried to inch closer. 

"Oi! Back the fuck up!" You semi- yelled at the Eldritch as a warning... When you think about it, what is there to warn it about? It could've killed you if it wanted to. Compared to it, you're just a human being with no powers what so ever.

But to your surprise and relief, the creature backed away. Although you think it's because it's of the darkness, you shrugged off the thought of the creature lowering it's head because it was sad of what you did.

Good, he deserved it for scaring you and taking you away.

Now that everything is calmed down, you repeated your question once again.

"...ₕₑₗₚ₋ₚ ₘ₋ₑₑ.."

"Help you? With what?"

"Fᵢₙd...ₘₑ₋ₑ"

You scratched the back of your head. "I don't understand, all of this doesn't! You're already here so why do I have to find you?!"

You head starts throbbing, your vision is getting blurry each second. What? That's impossible, you didn't even drank the fucking tea!

"..ᵢₙₛᵢdₑ."

You collapsed.

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.

You're being moved. Left and right. Someone familiar is calling your name.

"Y/n..."

Each time you don't answer they're call, they shake you harder.

"...Y/n."

You feel like throwing up from all the things you've went through today. It all felt like a bad dream.

But was it really a dream? You've felt it touch you, it was so real.

"...Y/n?"

And it asked you for help to find it. What does that mean? Find it, inside? Does it mean the arcade? Should you check inside the arcade?

"Y/n!.."

You jolted upwards to sit. You look around, only to see Moon with a worried face.

"Y/n... What are you doing here?"

Loss of words, you shakily pointed at your phone. He seemed to get the memo, as he went for it, he turned it on and went into your emails.

Hi Y/n,

Jamil, your coworker, is here. You were asked by the Fazbear manager to repair the arcade game in the daycare attendant's room. He claimed that kids have a lot of requests for an arcade game that is centered on them. I'm confident you'll be able to locate the movie pirate poster at the theater where their room is located.

You can take your time, but with Fazco, they would like to have the required completion by tomorrow morning. We deeply appreciate on what you do for us, and please be careful.

Regards,

Jamil Mariano

The moon themed animatronic sighed. He went to you and gently picked you up. "I'll take you down stairs.. You need to rest Starlight."

You fidgeted with your fingers. "But what about that?...The Fazco, and the arcade?"

"That's why I'm taking you away from it, Star. You've been through enough, you deserve to sleep well."

You leaned on his chest. You could worry about the machine later, right now you trust Moon to have your back... Just, a little nap wouldn't hurt..

The night themed robot emits a lullaby, a great distraction for you to not hear him talk with his other half, that's been talking inside their shared minds.

'Moon?...Do you think they saw him?'

He lets out a tired sigh. "They probably have.."

The Sun began to ramble question after question to fill their minds with. What should they do? Do they need help?- Oh, of course they do! But how do we help them?? Can't we just destroy the arcade machine?! No wait, what if it went to another arcade machine, or worse, what if went through their phone?! Who knows what he have done to our Starshine-

The moon softy hissed at his counter part. it annoyed him to hear him worry like this, yet he understands. He too is worried for their friend's safety, that's why they need to deeply think this through before they might do something rash.

"Let's... Not worry for now, they're safe here.. And we should focus on the present, to be aware of our surroundings... to protect them.."

The rambling died down, and Sun agreed... However, they couldn't really push back down their thoughts, they need to act quicker than him. If they dont want to loose the only friend they have.

#fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf sb #moondrop x reader #eclipse fnaf #eclipse x reader #eclipse x y/n #fnaf x y/n #fnaf sb x y/n #daycare attendant x reader #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant

[drefear]

Kitten Licks

Summary: You begin to put things in motion with KingPin, but Spider-Man turns the tables and you can't decide what to do.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

TW: decit/lying, violence, cursing

Standing by the cash drawer, you clocked out of your number and draped your apron over your shoulder. Trying to quietly slip out unnoticed, you heard someone clear his throat and winced as your eyes met with his reddish ones. 

“You owe me a talk.” 

“Well, then how bout you buy me a drink?” You bumped your hips into his as he crossed his arms, glare solid as he looked down at you and made you sweat internally at his cold gaze. You always saw that look, but it was almost never directed at you, and it sent a chill down your spine. Miguel walked ahead of you down the block to a small dive bar on the corner, and you both waved to the bartender as she smiled back. 

“Two Modelo.” Miguel spoke bluntly and handed her his card before he pulled out a stool for you. You sat down as you each got your beers and he hunched over onto the bar top, staring at his bottle pensively as you waited for him to talk. 

“What do you do on nights that you don’t work at the restaurant?” He asked and you raised a brow in confusion while you sipped your drink. 

“That’s a bit sudden.” You answered, then huffing when he wasn’t giving in and continuing this scrutiny. “I relax, sometimes I sew and design clothing. It’s a pipe dream, but I love making things.” His eyebrows furrowed as you explained this as he took a sip of his beer, “why the interest in my extracurriculars, Miguel?” You retaliated and he let his shoulders slump a bit, making you a bit nervous at the truth behind his inquiry. 

“I thought you- I thought you might-” He tries to answer, making you scoot closer. “I thought you might be doing something, and it would make me- it would break my moral code to-” 

A smile widened on your face as he tried to finish his sentences and you laughed, “Miguel O’Hara, are you scared I’m dating someone?” 

“What? No!” He shifted and shook his head fast, which made you laugh harder. 

“I’m perfectly single, so don’t worry. Our fun isn’t stopping any time soon.” You checked your watch and chugged the rest of your beer, “Although I do have something to do tonight.” 

“What’s that?” He tilted his head and took his last sip as well. 

“I’m going to see a friend.” You shrug and wink at him. “Maybe I’ll swing by your place after. I’ll call you, macho man.” You waved and walked out. 

Sitting on a rooftop, you waited to see the red and blue arachnid hero as trouble brewed below. As Sandman brought a group of cars crashing into a building, you sighed and checked your watch. It was getting late, poor Miguel was probably irritated with how you left things. You felt bad with how you’d basically teased him and ran out, but Kingpin was waiting and you didn’t have a choice anymore. A flash of red luminescent web shot across the sky and you smiled, seeing the large superhero swing to meet the trouble below. You narrowed your eyes and jumped onto a rooftop below, getting closer to the action and trying to find an opening. Watching a group of people get in the way was your perfect opportunity. You rushed to catch the falling debris  before they hit the civilians and caught the eye of spiderman. 

“What are you doing here?” He yelled and you pushed out a struggling laugh. 

“I’m a thief, not a murderer. Can’t stand by and watch people die!” You countered and he visibly questioned your motives, making you feel a bit guilty since he would be right to be wary of your reasons, but you needed that money. “Watch out!” You threw the broken pieces of the building you were holding to the ground and quickly pushed him out of the way before Sandman landed a hit on him, making the two of you roll and tumble into a mess of tangled limbs. You gasped for air as you laid on his chest in the alley, your head pounding as the sound of the world began to fade back into your ears. His heart pounded against your chest and you stared down at his mask, reaching for the edges before realizing it was holographic, then just cupping his face and leaning your forehead to his. Panting, he gripped your shoulder and part of his mask dissolved, leaning up to meet your lips. The warmth of his mouth gave you chills as the chaos in the background was drowned out by the raging waves of thoughts against the barrier that was your conscience. His hand squeezed your arm and slipped down your body to your waist, digging into the leather of your bodysuit as he deepened the kiss and licked against your bottom lip. Pulling away, you gasped and scanned the half of his mask. 

“Let me see you.” 

“I can’t.” He answered and a loud crash made you both jump back up and into action, “Let’s go.” 

“But-” You tried to pull him back, but he let go of your hand and walked forward. You’d been so close, but this was going to be harder than you thought. 

All night, you sat awake in your bed, your studio apartment seeming to be wider than usual as you tossed and turned, munched on snacks, watched TV, and no matter what, couldn’t focus on anything. 

Kingpin’s request could change the trajectory of your life, but it could also endanger you. If you found out Spider-man's true identity, you could become a main target, instead of just being a nuisance to him like you were now. 

Your alarm echoed through the open area and you sighed, then cursed for a second as you checked the time. Barely an hour of sleep and it was time to wake up. You dreamed of that kiss, it was familiar on your lips. Only one man had ever been such an amazing kisser, and that was… Miguel. 

But it couldn’t be him, he was a lame bartender with a love for science. He was a nerd! You almost laughed out loud at the idea that it could be him and sat up. Your morning shift was about to start and you’d be seeing your latin lover soon. 

Oh shit. You bailed on him. You teased him and then jumped out of his grip. He’d have you screaming for hours for that type of treatment, and you weren’t complaining. 

Walking into the restaurant, you saw a sight that left you slightly speechless. Miguel, leaned over the bar and talking with a girl obviously perking up her ass to try and be seductive. A tinge of jealousy bit your tongue, but you swallowed it down before it could be called on and made your way to the backroom. A looming presence appeared the second you were alone and when you turned around, two large arms caged you in against the wall. 

“You owe me a night, since you never did call.” 

“Get it from Pixie Cut out there, she seems eager to please.” You remarked. 

“I thought you didn’t get jealous.” He asked and you avoided his dark eyes for the moment, not wanting to show your weakness. “I’m not jealous, just encouraging you to keep your options open.”

“That didn’t sound encouraging.” He mumbled and as you tried to escape from his body prison, he grabbed your arm and yanked you back with barely any energy. Was he always this strong? “You like me.”

“I don’t, actually. I don’t even know anything about you except that you have a huge di-” 

“Shut up, you like me.” He taunted and you scrunched your nose in defiance. 

“You’re being childish.” You barked and he laughed in response. 

“You’re the one who’s jealous of some girl talking to me at the bar. Just admit it.” 

“Fine! I like you, okay? But my job is dangerous and I can’t have feelings for anyone or else you could get hurt!” You answered and sighed, pulling your body out of such close proximity and the backroom was silent. 

“You- how would waitressing and bartending be dangerous for you to have a boyfriend?” He whispered and you shook your head. 

“I… have a side job. And it’s none of your business because you’re not my boyfriend and you can’t be my boyfriend no matter how much I wish you were my boyfriend!” You gasped as you ran out of breath and stormed out, biting your lip and going out to the dinning area to see one table already seated for brunch. 

Closing time came as slow as molasses, having to stare at Miguel and his flocks of attractive women all day while dealing with the dregs of Nueva York. Your heart ached as you realized that you’d finally broken the silent agreement you two had not to discuss your feelings or get attached. But you two did it together, in fact, he did it first! So it wasn’t your fault, at all. 

So why did you feel so shitty? You practically ran out of the restaurant after closing, ignoring him call out your name as you sped out of the doors. You felt panicky. How could you let yourself get so caught up in the stupid amazing sex and get hooked on this stupid amazing guy? It had never been a problem before!

Then again, it had never been a guy like Miguel before. 

No, this was a bad idea no matter what. You couldn’t love anyone, they could get in a lot of trouble or get hurt… or worse. 

Your whole walk home, the feeling of being watch crept over your skin like a air-tight blanket, but you didn’t turn or look around. If you know anything from being Black Cat, admitting to knowing you were being watched made you an easier target because it showers weakness, paranoia. 

This feeling was so familiar, you welcomed it like an old friend and continued you dissent to your home. Closing the door behind you, your head fell against the wood frame and you sighed in relief as your big dog ran up to you, excited. You smiled and walked to your cupboard to give him food when you heard someone clear their throat. Spinning towards the sound, you threw a knife quickly but Spider-Man caught it. You relaxed for a second before panicking once more. 

Spider-Man was in your home.

He figured out your real identity. 

“Nice place. You have a dog? That’s quite the shock, since you’re… ya know.” You twirled the tiny throwing knife in his large fingers and you stayed solid, unwavering. 

“How did you find me?” 

“Followed you. For a while. Since you were doing the same to me.” His eyes narrowed and you hated how his stupid spider suit looked with a glare. 

“Now you’ve got me. What are you going to do with me?” 

“Relax, gatito, I’m not turning you in. Not today, at least.” He stood up from your couch and walked to your kitchen island. “You can pay this on a server salary?” 

“I do well.” 

“You sell stolen art and goods.” He deadpanned and you rolled your eyes. 

“Can you get to the point?” 

“My point is, you’ve been a thief for years, you’ve always been focused and good at what you do. Suddenly, now, you’ve been distracted and I want to know what’s up. Who’s got you by the collar, Gatito?” 

“I don’t know what you’re-“ 

“You asked for my identity. You’ve never even bothered calling me my real hero name. Someone has you gunning for who I am and I want to help you out of this.” 

“Maybe I’m just curious after years! Do you know how long I’ve been watching you? Talking to you? Flirting with you?” You overdramatized as your tried to find a way to manipulate this. He stayed completely still as you gave him an upset look, trying to sell how exacerbated and exhausted from pinning you were. 

“Really? You chose that as your excuse?” You were stunned into silence. He felt so… close, suddenly. You reached out and pressed a palm to his chest. “Don’t play with me, I know you’ve been having sex with someone, you’re not wanting for anything.” 

“…don’t talk about him.” You mumbled and Miguel was surprised, quiet now at your sincere tone. “He isn’t- don’t involve him, please. I don’t want him or his daughter to get hurt.” 

“You like him?” Miguel blurted out, knowing damn well you were about to bare your soul to him about him, and he was basically deceiving you. 

“I love him. Not that it’s any of your business.” You barked and folded your arms begrudgingly while he gave you a scolding look. 

“I’m leaving.” He announced, “but I’m here if you decide to come clean about who’s trying to get you to reveal my identity.” 

“…you already know who it is.” You whispered and he knew instantly, freezing where he was walking and turning back around. 

���So let’s make a plan. Get him to leave you alone.” 

“How? I think he knows about Miguel and his daughter, and I don’t want him to get hurt.” 

“Trust me. I’ll make sure he and she both stay safe.” Miguel was already working out on how to have his ex-wife take her for a weekend while he defeated KingPin in his head. You were skeptical but eventually complied and say talking with him on how to turn the tables on KingPin all night. 

You eventually fell asleep and Miguel left through your fire escape, but not before watching you sleep for a bit. 

A few days later, KingPin had organized another opportunity for you to find out who Spider-Man was, but you had a counter plan to end this reign of terror once and for all. 

You hopped from building to building as Spider-Man took a different route to seem like you came from two different places. 

A sudden attack from the Prowler made Spider-Man quite busy as you watched, feeling the bracelet KingPin gave you feel heavy on your wrist. 

Watching him sling webs and dive through the air made you slightly hot and bothered, remembering that you had a type; broad shoulders and nice asses. Biting your lip, you jumped into action to help Spider-Man defeat Prowler. What you didn’t know was that KingPin added a secondary villain for insurance and Rhino had basically come out of nowhere, ramming you into a brick wall. 

“Kitty!” Miguel yelled and caught you in his arms as you fell helplessly, limp in his grasp. 

He hopped onto a building far away to put you in a safe place, before continuing to defend the city from KingPin’s onslaught of attacks through different villains. 

Days had passed as you nursed your wound, thanks to Spider-Man coming to continuously check on you. You appreciated the concern, but the lack of phone calls from Miguel made your heart ache desperately. Finally, you swallowed your pride and called him. 

“Migs?” Your voice was small when he answered, and silence filled both ends until you spoke up. “How are you?” 

“I’m ok. Just working and taking care of Gabri. Where have you been?” 

“I got hurt at my other job, took some time off.” You took note of the distance coming from him and felt your chest concave slightly. You knew you caused this, you pushed him away, and you had to reap the consequences now. 

“Do you need me to drop anything off?” 

“No no… I just, I wanted to- uh,” you couldn’t bring yourself to speak coherently until it all came tumbling out. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” Your rambling made your face go red and you sighed as he was quiet once more. 

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He said before hanging up. 

“Wait wha-“ 

It was the shortest ten minutes of your life as you tried not to look like a victim of an extremely painful accident, and more like the girl he licked and bit until the sun came up and you were screaming. 

When you opened the door, his smell entered before he did, clean and minty with a hint of spice. You wanted to be wrapped in that scent and he knew it, so he did just that and held you tight. 

Hours went by as you both talked and kissed and talked again. Laughter bounced off of the walls and you just enjoyed his presence and took in the smile he showed you. He made you feel like the only girl in the world and you savored every second, like you were high from his attention. 

Not high enough to notice a specific word that struck you funny, that shattered your whole reality in just a few syllables. 

“Where are the cups, gatito?” 

The air felt pregnant and intense as you both stopped moving. He knew you knew at that very second. 

“What did you just call me?” You asked, eyes wide now as he turned and looked as guilty as sin. “Miguel, say it again.” 

“It’s just a nickname-“ 

“Say. It. Again.” You emphasized as you stood from your couch, becoming more and more angry with the passing seconds. 

“Gatito.” 

“Son of a bitch!” You shouted and your dog started barking, making you panic and stumble backwards. Trying to hold onto something, you knocked over the vase on the table near you and heard the glass break as you refused to take your eyes from him. He didn’t waver either as you both just watched the other. “You’re… you…” 

“Please just listen to me.” 

“You lied to me!” You shouted and he scoffed.

“And you didn’t lie to me?” 

“It’s different! You’ve known my true identity for days, maybe weeks! I’ve been- I thought you hated me! I told you that I had feelings-“ you began to have an anxiety attack while he made a few steps forward, but you threw something at him to keep him from coming any closer. “I told you I liked you!” 

“I know, I know, I missed up-“ 

“Messed up?! You completely fucking betrayed me!” You shouted and picked up a shard of glass, throwing it to him again and watching him deflect it with his hand, hissing in pain at the slice it made in his palm. You reach forward to help him, but stop after remembering this new revelation. He watched you do this and his shoulders fell in disappointment. 

“Please… I just didn’t want to make this any more conflicting than it is.” 

“Well, it’s a lot less conflicting now.” You gestured to your front door before he closed his eyes in regret. “Go!” You yelled after he didn’t move, watching him then leave. 

Crouching on the ground next to all of the broken glass, you began to cry hysterically, the pain in your body searing you like a white hot iron. How could he lie to you about something like this? Even after he knew your real identity, after he knew about your feelings for him, and risking your position with KingPin for him. 

Days went by and when he attempted to speak to you at work, you asked straight past him. You didn’t interfere with his battles anymore either, and you only stole safe and easy objects, nothing that would alert him. 

The night was empty, not a single star in the sky, when you were carrying a heavy sack of gold bricks to your local ship when a loud thud behind you made you run faster. 

“Stop running!” 

“Make me!” You shouted at Miguel as you hurled the sack off of a build ledge and jumped in the opposite direction. You needed to know whether he was chasing the gold or you, and a clawed hand around your forearm gave you your answer. You came face to face with his mask as he then pulled it off. 

“Talk to me.” 

“I have nothing to say to you.” You spit at him with attitude. 

“Then listen to me. Kingpin is planning to kill you.” 

“What?” You felt cold all of a sudden. 

“The cops talked to Rhino and KingPin didn’t set up that fight last week to help you find out my identity, he did it to kill you.” 

“Why?” You yanked your arm from his grasp and felt the scratch of his claws. “Why would he do that if he needs me to find out your identity?” 

“Because he knows that you already know, and he wants me to protect you. Kingpin knows that you’re in love with me.” His words made you instinctively laugh, which only made his scowl deepen. 

“In love with you? I’m not-“ 

“I love you too.” He cut you off and made your brows furrow in confusion. “I’ve loved you for so long, and finding out that you were the one behind the mask made me love you even more.” 

You pushed your body into his arms you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, his mask disappearing and your lips colliding in a cataclysmic kiss. Your eyes filled with tears as he held the latex of your suit, pulling you as close as possible before feeling the wind rush through your hair. You realized that you two were falling through the air, kissing and holding onto each other, but you didn’t mind. You trusted him. 

And he shouldn’t have trusted you. 

“Miguel-“ you cried and scrunched your brows together. 

“It’s ok.” 

“No it’s not! He knows… who you are.” 

“What?” He whispered incredibly. “Did you-“ 

“He threatened to kill my mother… I’m sorry…” you whispered and pushed him directly into the trap you knew to be set. 

“You- you set me up? You knew I’d come tonight.” 

“I’m sorry…” you kept saying over and over as your cried, watching from the landing where you landed. He struggled against the electric chamber enclosing him now and you shook with regretful cries. 

“You betrayed me!” 

“You did first!” You shouted back and clutched your heart. 

“What’s going to-“ 

“Good job, Kitty Cat.” KingPin’s voice echoed and you hung your head. He pet your hair and you shrunk from his touch, crouching down to watch him. “You kept your promise, so I’ll keep mine.” 

You grabbed the bag of cash he held out to you and turned your back to him. 

“We’re finished now, KingPin.” You clenched your jaw as Miguel beat against the blue electricity that surrounded him. You bit the inside of your cheek as he growled. You held up both hands to signal to him and he just shook his head. 

“You’re a liar.” He spoke calmer now and you kept trying to mouth to him but he ignored you. 

“Migs…” you whispered in aggravation, to make him realize what you were trying to show him. His eyes found the remote in KingPin’s pocket and you jerked your head to the ledge where the fire hydrant sat. You did a quick, silent cartwheel over to behind KingPin, before slipping the remote from his pocket and grabbing the red hydrate before using it to knock the villain out. You hit a button on the remote to end the power of the electro-cage and Miguel stayed unmoving, looking at you as you wiped your face of the fake tears. 

“Thank you, thank you!” You took a bow, pretending to smile at an imaginary audience. 

“Are you crazy?” 

“I prefer genius.” You countered and he growled. “Don’t be mad, Spider-Babe. Your girl has your back always. You just need to trust me.” 

“You could have gotten us killed!” 

“I would never!” You tossed your hair behind your shoulder as he calmed down. “I love you too much to lose you now.” You cupped his face as he continued to stay mad, but his face slowly softened as you smiled wider. “I’m a clever cat.” 

“You’re so much more than that.” He leaned forward and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips as you laughed a bit. You both broke apart and glanced at the now unconscious KingPin laying on the ground face down. 

“I should probably turn him in, you get those gold bars and return them.” 

“You mean pay my rent? Yes, sir.” You winked and jumped backwards. “Let’s keep our work separate from us, ok, baby?” 

“I’ll make you pay for that when I see you at home. Be there in an hour?” 

“You got it, Spidey.” You blew him a kiss and trust-fell backwards as you flew through the air once more, your heart full as you felt content. 

KingPin was going to jail, Miguel was your boyfriend, and everything was finally at peace and all you could think about was how great tonight would be, your first night as a couple.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #atsv miguel #angst #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #black cat #black cat x spiderman

[mothpawbs]

because i've been thinking about wings of fire a lot i want to talk about my queen ocs! these are pretty new and subject to change but i like them so far.

bases are by k9pestilence on deviantart, with coloring/character design by me!

Queen Mirage of the Sandwings

she/her | straight | 56 pragmatic and cynical with a dry sense of humor, Mirage tends to make dragons quite uncomfortable when they first meet her. however, her penchant for kindness lets them warm up to her, slowly but surely. she is intelligent and enjoys collecting books and scrolls from around the continents. her single daughter, Arroyo, keeps trying to usurp the throne any way possible without actually challenging. Mirage chooses to see this as pathetic, but amusing.

Queen Fawn of the Mudwings

she/her | bisexual | 22 fawn's name is quite telling of her personality: sweet, whimsical, and empathetic. her kingdom is run by herself and her four sibs, whom she works side-by-side with to improve life for their subjects. Fawn enjoys interior decorating and fashion in her free time, and often has visits with queen Coastal to discuss their shared interests.

Queen Coastal of the Seawings

she/her | straight | 48 kind but reckless, many are watching Coastal in awe to find out when she'll end up dying from poor decision-making. despite this, her benevolence and altruism make her popular among her tribe. Coastal is an appreciator of art in all forms, and spends much time and resources on acquiring paintings, weavings, and sculptures. her wardrobe is also quite extensive, albeit impractical for swimming. Coastal has two heirs, twins Aegean and Carribean.

Queen Whirlwind of the Skywings

she/her | straight | 62 the eldest of the queens, Whirlwind is respected across the continents. wise and diplomatic, she has elevated the sky kingdom to new heights with trade agreements and treaties with other queens. however, the high value she holds towards tradition and convention can sometimes hold her back. Whirlwind is good friends with queens Mirage and Coastal, and has several descendants, including heir apparent princess Burnish.

Queen Heliconia of the Rainwings

she/her | omnisexual | 33 flamboyant and charming, all attention falls to Heliconia wherever she goes. she marvels at anything new and interesting, which has had the fortunate side effect of increasing trade with the rain kingdom. all of this power tends to go to her head, however, and Heliconia has a reputation for vanity and overindulgence. her parties are legendary.

Queen Verglas of the Icewings

she/they | lesbian | 24 relatively recently ascended to the throne, Verglas was always taught by her mother to trust none but herself. stern and suspicious, but desperately wanting close relationships, Verglas tends to make unfortunate choices that push those she loves away the more she tries to hold them close. the only dragon who refuses to give up on her is princess Burnish of the skywings, with whom Verglas is in an on-again, off-again relationship.

Queen Arcana of the Nightwings

she/her | aromantic | 40 imposing, distinguished, and of very few words, Arcana is a dragon that commands respect when she enters a room. the definition of 'speak softly and carry a big stick,' she is slow to anger but extremely powerful in a conflict. she is also secretive, and prefers to stay out of the limelight and keep things close to her chest. Arcana has three heirs: prince Valor, princess Clarity, and princess Spectral.

Queen Tarantula of the Hivewings

they/she | pansexual/polyamorous | 19 bold, daring, and decisive, Tarantula knows exactly what they want and will achieve it at any cost. they are also loving and deeply protective towards those closest to them, including their sisters and their two partners, Lady Lacewing and Lord Horntail. they've recently hatched their first egg, containing daughter Midge.

Queen Laurel of the Leafwings

she/her | bisexual | 8 the youngest of the queens, Laurel ascended to the throne after her mother, Lady Sakura, retired from progressing illness. Quiet, clear-headed, and imaginative, she would rather be writing poetry than ruling, but does her best to provide for her kingdom. Laurel is currently in a quiet, long-distance relationship with princess Clarity.

Queen Metalmark of the Silkwings

any pronouns | demiromanic ace | 31 proclaimed a visionary long before she first donned the Silkwing crown, Metalmark is a brilliant dragon with interests in many fields of study. they've written works in philosophy, social science, and history, and enjoys collecting rocks. they're not the best at social interaction, making mental connections most dragons can't follow and often too frustrated to take the time to explain themselves, and is therefore seen as a slightly mad eccentric.

#moth mumbles #wof #wings of fire #wof ocs #royalty #sandwing #mudwing #seawing #skywing #rainwing #icewing #nightwing #hivewing #leafwing #silkwing #this got wildly out of hand lmao anyways maybe one day i'll actually draw these guys #until then bases will suffice