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cheriiyaya · 4 months

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 uh oh, what do the BSD boys do when they're a little too jealous of the attention you're getting?

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Contents: Fyodor, dazai, and chuuya x Fem!reader (separately), sfw but suggestive (except in fedya's bc he's a "good christian"),they all wanna kill the guy "flirting" w you (fyodor actually kills him lmfao), uh not proofread so excuse any spelling errors, kinda a test run for me writing for fyodor, reader knows Russian in fedya's part, fyodor being kiiinda manipulative, religious themes in fedyas

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 A/N: was this an excuse for me to write them a lil possessive?...yeah it was. anyways this is my first time writing something suggestive so i hope it's good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Dazai Osamu

Dazai is indeed, a rather selfish man. While he's not so selfish as to be extremely possessive of you, he does get jealous. Most of the time it's petty; small pouts and whines that are easily remedied when you pepper kisses onto his face and spoil him with your attention that he loves so much.

this was not one of those times. Right now, he can't believe what he's seeing:

A client of the detective agency, flirting with you.

Dazai watches in cold silence as the man laughs at something you said The man leans over a little too close for dazai's liking and whispered something in your ear, causing you to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh.

If he was his teen self, dazai would've stuck bullet after bullet in the man's head.

He clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes in your direction, trying to pull you attention away from that man and towards him with some unknown pull. But you were too engrossed in conversation to notice, fluttering pretty lashes with every blink of your eyes and tilting your head in that endearing way as the man was telling you something..

There was a sensible part in dazai's mind that told him that you weren't reciprocating the man's advances, saying that it wasn't that big of a deal, but he couldn't ignore the curl and twist in is stomach and heart watching you and this man.

Then after a minute or two he just couldn't take it.

He gets up from his desk abruptly, ignoring the few pens and papers that fell off his desk as he strides behind you. He plants his chin on the crown of your head, cocking a lopsided smile that read more like a hidden threat towards the man.

"Bella'! Ah, socializing I see, aren't we?" He runs his bandaged hands down your arms, squeezing the squishy flesh on your upper forearm. His eyes were trained on the client, who was now blinking, looking at you then at dazai for a few time before realizing his error. The man scrambles up, chuckling awkwardly before walking away, and from the look on his blood-drained face you can tell he'll probably ask another one of the detectives in the agency to help with his case.

Once the man leaves you look up at dazai, a crease forming in between your furrowed eyebrows." Osam-" You were cut off by a sharp kiss, dazai hooking a finger under your chin and drawing you closer to him. Letting out a muffled cry of surprise, you try to pull away, which succeeded doing absolutely nothing. With a breathy shudder dazai digs his nails into your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest and teeth nipping your bottom lip which elicits a soft whine from the back of your throat. He presses his lips onto yours roughly, sucking away the breath in your lungs and only pulling away when he's red in the cheeks and breathless. He pulls away slowly and you draw in a shaky breath through swelling and parted lips, the world around you spinning and your limbs trembling furiously. He runs a thumb over your bottom lip, rubbing it and pressing down onto its soft plush. Dazai draws you close and whispers against your ear, breath brushing against your neck and causing your hair to stand up on end as he speaks;

"My, my bella', seems like you've forgot who's girl you are, hm? Don't worry, I'll make you remember soon enough, juuust wait."

Nakahara Chuuya

Oh god he was so going to kill mori after this.

The two of you were sent on a mission to collect information from a man, which landed the you two in an expensive bar in the heart of Yokohama.

He's repeating the same few words over and over again in his head like a mantra: "it's only a mission, it's only a mission" as he watches you sit flush besides the target, a young man in his late twenties.

But he felt seething envy curl up like flames in his stomach and sear his thrumming heart.

"No, it's just the alcohol." He mumbles, taking a sip of the expensive wine he had ordered, his thoughts drowning out the noisy chatter of people and music and the bright lights of the bar to an incessant buzz. He wasn't...envious or anything. That's quite stupid you don't even like that man! Yet he just can't help but look at the two of you, the way your pretty lips curled into that sweet smile chuuya loves so much as you placed a hand on the man's arm and giggled bashfully at whatever joke the man had told you.

Probably wasn't even that funny. Chuuya bites down on his tongue, resisting the urge to pull you away from that man as he took a sip of the wine that burned down his throat and settled a warmth in the pit of his stomach.

That warmth that brought drowsiness did not help the flare of envy chuuya felt as the man tugs you onto his lap. The man had one hand just under your ribcage and one in between your shoulder blades, tugging you close to him and whispering against your ear.

Bad idea. A very bad idea indeed.

In a flash chuuya weaved his way through the crowd of patrons-or rather shoved his way through with no regards to anyone-over beside you and glared at the man, eyes piercing holes into the man as he pulled you off his lap.

"Don't ya think you're a little to drunk doll?" He chuckles, but he did a terrible job at hiding the bitterness in his voice. This was so stupid, it would jeopardize the whole mission but chuuya didn't care;

Right now, the only thing on his mind was you and jealousy.

You look up at him, blinking and opening your mouth to protest against your alleged intoxicated state when chuuya pulled your through the crowd of people by the arm and out into the cool night street. Once out, you looked at chuuya with wide eyes and mouth agape from shock.

"Chuuya! What are you doing, you could've ruined the mission!" You scoff, blinking a few times before realizing something from his silence and the stare he's giving you.

"You're jealo-" Your chuckle of disbelief was cut off by his lips meeting yours, chuuya pulling closer to him. He mumbles in between kisses, ranging from short and sweet to hungry and harsh. A gloved thumb dragged from the corner of your mouth to your cheekbone as chuuya pulls away from your lips to leave desperate kisses over your face and jaw. Somehow in the midst your fingers found their place tangled in messy ginger strands and you only realized this fact once he pulls away, leaving you breathless with redden cheeks.

"Ha, can't believe some guy would try to take this sight from me, huh pretty girl? Better keep you by me all times now, can't let some guy think he has a chance with my sweet girl."

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is no jealous man. Envy was one of the seven cardinal sins, and Fyodor was a man of God. Besides, what is there to be jealous of for a man like him?

Until, he feels an unfamiliar feeling stir inside him as he sees you with another man as you waited for Fyodor.

The way your face lights up in that way when you flash a mirthful smile to that man as the two of you chat about some mundane things. The way delicate fingers tuck stray strands of hair from your face and hold them there as you talk to this stranger causes fyodor to feel something that he hadn't felt in a while (or perhaps just blocked out).

You hadn't realized fyodor coming up behind you until you felt him tap you your shoulder.

"Ah, who is this, milaya?" He smiles in that unnerving way, not the soft smile he'd give you after you beg him to take so rest from his work. This smile read more as a threat.

To you or to the man you were speaking to, you couldn't tell.

Fyodor tugs you to his side, quickly telling the man you were waiting for him before he pulls you along with him.

"Who was that? What were you telling him myshka?" He spoke in Russian, the sharp pronunciation vibrating off the walls of your ears.

"mh, just a man, Fedya. Why?" You tilt your head, furrowing your eyebrows. He sighs and smooths his thumb over the crease, offering a smile to ease your troubled expression

"Ah, just worried. Don't talk to strangers, who knows what kind of intentions they may have." Intentions such as distancing you from him. He brings your hand up to his mouth,, gently kissing your knuckles and rubbing soothing circles onto your palm.

No matter, there would be no way anyone would take you away from him. You were his little doll.

The next day, Fyodor offers to stay inside all day saying that he wished to spend time with you.

How naive for you to believe that, instead he kept you in to keep you unaware of the news of the man dead on the banks of a river.

Wrath, another cardinal sin yet there was no sin great enough that Fyodor wouldn't commit to keep you.

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heich0e · 6 months

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tw religious imagery/sacrilege + mentions of blood

priest!geto who's approached by a member of his congregation, a promising, devout young man who's missed mass now for three weeks in a row, but reappears at the church one night asking to be blessed looking like a shell of the person suguru knows him to be.

"yuuta, are you well?" he asks, a comforting hand coming to rest on the younger man's trembling shoulder.

the boy—because that's what he is really, with his toes barely past the periphery of adulthood—hangs his head, his breathing laboured like he can't quite draw in a full breath. when he finally meets his priest's gaze, his eyes are hollow, and suguru sees for the first time how he appears to be drained.

yuuta tells him everything.

a demon. a succubus that came to him in the night. he hasn't slept in weeks, haunted by the memory and yearning for the next time it will appear. he's barely in his right mind as he recounts it, but suguru listens faithfully. blesses him once his story is done. promises to help him.

he sends yuuta away with that promise, and then he begins his preparations.

"well," your voice is smooth and sweet like honeyed wine as you appear before his eyes. he didn't even blink, but suddenly you're there. "you're not yuuta."

suguru smiles, gently marking the page in his book and closing it in his hand. "i'm not."

"oh," you coo—with what sounds like excitement in your tone—your eyes widening as you take him in. "a priest!"

suguru runs his hand along the front of his black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. the roman collar at the base of his throat is surely what's given him away.

your eyes flicker around you, turning slightly to survey the scene. on the floor of the church basement, geto had carefully drawn the sigils needed to summon you—the ritual he'd unearthed in an old religious text in his research. yuuta's blood had been the final element—the part of him that tethered the boy to you—that would help to make the call.

"a summoning ritual," you muse, perhaps even a little impressed, as your eyes flicker along the sigils. your gaze slides over to meet his once more. "how archaic."

"but effective," suguru notes, his tone light and pleasant, and you smile a little—though there's no warmth in it.

by your feet, beside the train of the red tendrils that cloak you—though suguru can't quite be sure whether they're silk or smoke or something different altogether—a small chalice of yuuta's blood rests. you crouch down, dipping the very tip of your finger into the cup until it's coated in scarlet. you lift the digit to your lips, licking it away with your tongue. you maintain eye contact with the priest on the other side of the room all the while.

you hum around the finger caught between your lips. "this is my yuuta's blood."

"it is," suguru agrees.

"i thought he'd be here," you pout at him, "you tricked me."

the priest laughs a little at your expression, and the sound seems to intrigue you. you lick your lips.

"so,"—you inch a little closer to the edge of the circle that binds you—"what can i do for you father?"

"you've been causing a lot of problems for poor okkotsu," suguru notes, but his tone is still surprisingly amiable.

"but he's so much fun to play with," you reply, sighing in contentment as though you reflect on your time with the young man fondly.

suguru steps up to the edge of the summoning circle as well, observing you quietly. your interest in him grows more evident with every passing second, the expression on your face so keen it's as if you're barely containing your desire to reach out and touch him yourself.

"you're beautiful," suguru remarks lightly, his eyes curving up into two crescents as he smiles at you.

your eyes widen, your ruby lips parting in surprise before a devious smile twists them upwards.

"that's blasphemy, you know," you tease him breathlessly, pressing as far forward as the constraints of the ritual allow.

suguru's head tilts to the side in confusion. "your very existence is proof of our Lord. your beauty is a testament to His divine creation. in what way could that ever be sacrilege?"

you blink, your smile slightly falling as suguru's own twists higher.

you inch back.

"yuuta will be so relieved to be free of your possession," suguru says, his tone warm and proud.

he takes a step forward over the line of the summoning circle and you flinch.

he shouldn't be able to do that.

he takes another step towards you.

"come," he says, his hand outstretched "let us join together in blessing."

#geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk drabble #jjk writing #writing

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writemywaytoyourheart · 10 months

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Bedeviled | Chapter 11: Hiraeth

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst, horror

WC: 7.7k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, name-calling, blood, gore, anxiety, frightening depictions of Hell and those in it, constipated feelings, *suggestive content* waahhhh!!!

Previous ML

The screams echoing in your brain start to become clearer, until they're so loud that you're physically cringing at the volume.

No, no, no.

Please, please don't bring me back.

The children running around in the forest start to shimmer as if about to disappear.

"No, wait!" You cry, reaching a hand out towards them.

They don't hear your panicked call as they continue to laugh and hide behind trees.

"Please don't leave!" A sob rips out of your throat.

As the green leaves and thick branches start to glimmer and disappear, the little boy stops and turns around.

His dark hair falls a little past his chin.

Those deep brown eyes look into yours, taking in your state; lying on the ground and crying desperately for him not to leave you. The dirt and blood covering your body and face don't seem to startle him, the tear streaks running down your messy cheeks give him pause though. He simply looks at you, a sadness in his eyes that breaks your heart.

"Apple?"

The whisper of his voice sends a sudden pain into your heart that makes you cry harder.

"I'm sorry," You say tearfully.

"Apple!"

Your face falls when you realize the boy isn't the one speaking anymore, his lips not moving, only turned down into a pout.

"I-"

"Please don't-"

The deeper voice is shaky and panicked.

"Don't leave me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

You look around, but you can't see him anywhere.

When you look back at the boy, he's turning away from you.

"Wait!"

The rest of the forest shines painfully bright before sucking inwards as if being dragged into a whirlpool, taking the boy with it as you scream for him to please please not leave.

"Hey, hey, you're fine."

"No, no, no, no..."

You're crying hysterically as the tortured screams become all too real and the arms holding you finally register in your brain.

The demon only tightens his hold a bit as you shake with sobs, body too weak to hold itself up as you mumble nonsense.

The forest devoid of any color comes back into your vision, then it warps and spins until you can see red.

Nothing but boiling blood and screams.

Somehow, the river has suddenly appeared in front of you again.

You'll never escape it.

"Please make it stop!"

Your broken scream reaches his ears and he curses under his breath as he stands, pulling you with him.

You can't close your eyes, it's physically impossible.

Bent over even as his arms are wrapped under your chest and holding you up, you start to violently dry heave while sobbing.

"JK, JK please!!"

He closes his eyes, all the voices in his head fighting each other desperately for the attention.

"Help me."

The whispered words leaving your mouth are more broken than he's ever heard come from a mortal. Never, in all his time, has he felt more desperation, heartache, and terror in the request of a human.

A cold hand presses over your eyes.

The instant relief that washes over you is enough to break you down in more sobs. The screeches of pained souls gets louder, almost as if to make up for the fact that you can no longer see them.

The demon keeps an arm wrapped around your waist, his other raised to keep your eyes covered as he starts to pull you away from the horrific scene, still shaking and crying in his hold.

Unable to walk on your own, you let him drag you away.

You're not sure how long it took to get far from the river, only a minute into the departure, you lost consciousness.

This dream though, is not one you want to come back to.

It is not full of sunshine and laughter.

It is not full of honey rice cakes and hide n' seek.

Not rain and sweet crisp apples.

But full of pain and fear.

Of heartbreak and regret.

You never ever want to go back.

JK lays you down on the ground slowly in the small clearing, supporting your head. Slipping his hand out from behind your neck, he steps back.

A deep sigh passes his lips as he looks around.

You sleep for a long while…

"No fire?"

The demon startles at the sudden sound of your cracked voice, turning from where he's been sitting on a stump and seeing you watch him with tired eyes.

"What are you talking about?" He asks quietly.

"You didn't make a fire," You whisper, eyes still watery but no longer spilling.

He looks back at his hands, "So?"

Blinking a few times, you swallow, cringing internally at the dryness in your throat.

After a minute, you look around and notice that the screaming sinners and bloody river are gone.

It finally clicks that he dragged you through the first ring of the seventh circle.

You're not sure how long each ring is, but it can't be a short distance; there is no sign of where you just were.

The trees are even closer together and more gnarled than before, their bark a darker gray. The two of you are in a very small circular clearing, only around twenty feet in diameter, the trees crowding in along the edges.

You sit up slowly and look over at him. His back is towards you, but you can tell he's messing with something in his hands.

"What is that?"

He doesn't answer you, just tucks whatever it is into his pocket.

You get to your feet shakily and look around again.

The air is heavy with anguish.

A deep ache settles in your heart as your eyes land on a certain tree.

There doesn't appear to be a reason why this tree has caught your eye.

He turns at the sound of footsteps and watches in confusion as you walk over to a small mutilated tree and reach a hand out.

The moment your broken and bleeding yet gentle hand rests on the trunk, a deep moan and shudder rustles through the forest.

JK stands but doesn't move closer. He just stares in disbelief at the dirtied girl that steps closer to the tree and hugs it. The trunk is much thinner than the others here, so she's able to wrap her arms almost all the way around.

A choked breath escapes the demon as the girl in front of him rests her cheek against the tree, her eyes closed but a single tear falling. The moment the tear drips from her chin and hits the roots of the tree, the sound of weeping surrounds them.

The being behind the wretched tears is full of anger and grief.

It's as if the whole forest has suddenly become aware of their presence, grief becoming so tangible that the demon finds his hands have begun to quiver.

No one has ever laid hands on the trees here.

No soul has ever wept with them as the girl does.

You tighten your hold on the trunk, a very real agony seeping from the tree into you. You can hear them. You can see them.

No one has ever seen them.

No one ever cared.

They were surrounded by people but never more alone.

They hated the people in their life. They hated that they wished to be loved by them.

Mother loved them.

The weeping escalates.

Sister loved them too.

But they didn't care.

They didn't care.

They wanted to hurt Mother. They wanted to hurt sister too.

The tree shivers in your arms.

They did it because they wanted to hurt Mother. She was always so easy to hurt.

It was the control.

They could control her if they hurt her.

Nothing would hurt her more than losing her child to death and never understanding why.

They did it to hurt Mother.

They did it to have control.

Mother loved them.

Mother was weak.

Anger surges through the tree, a sudden burning sensation running along your arms before you stumble back and fall onto the ground.

Tears pour down your cheeks as you look at the tree, thinking for a moment that you can see a face there; blending into the bark. The face is twisted in anger and resentment, a stubborn bitterness that refuses to be sorry.

They will never be sorry for hurting Mother.

JK watches you silently, his eyes finally leaving your grief-stricken face and running down to your arms. The heat singed through your cardigan in strips; burn lines streaking along them, from the wrists up to your shoulders. The marks are a bit welted and painfully red.

Yet you do not react to them.

Your eyes are locked on the tree as silent tears continue to fall.

You only look away when he kneels in front of you.

When he sees your gaze shift to his face, there's a look in your eyes that he does not understand.

He does not understand you.

"What are you doing?" He asks quietly.

His voice is not stern, it is not angry.

It has no cutting edge to it, nor are the words followed by a stinging insult.

Your bottom lip wobbles a little, but you say nothing.

You say nothing when his icy fingers wrap around your wrists.

You say nothing when he brings your arms toward him, or when he pulls the tattered sleeves of your cardigan up to inspect the burns there.

When his dark eyes leave the wounds and meet yours again, you can feel your heart lodge itself into your throat.

"It's almost like you want to hurt."

You close your eyes at his words.

"They ch-"

"Chose to be here," You interrupt him softly, "I know."

He says nothing after that.

Your wrists still rest in his cold hands, neither of you speaking.

Then you feel him shift and open your eyes.

He has put his hand on your left elbow so that your arm is resting along the length of his own. Then you see him bring his other hand to hover over your left arm, above the welts.

You know what he's going to do.

"Wait."

JK halts his movements and looks up at you again.

"Don't," You whisper.

The demon's brows furrow, then after a moment his face softens in realization.

"I'm not asking you for payment in return."

You close your eyes and take in a shuddering breath.

"Still, please don't."

"Why not?"

When you open your eyes again, you see the confusion on his unnaturally pretty face.

"Why not let me heal at least this?"

A shaky sigh leaves your mouth, "Please, just trust me."

His eyes squint and he inspects your face carefully.

If he keeps looking at you like that, you'll break.

"Who are you?" He finally whispers slowly.

This time, when he sees your eyes flutter closed, a small tear falls, leaving a little trail down your dirty cheek.

"Nobody."

He shakes his head at your poor answer, but you don't see it.

Then he moves closer.

"Look at me."

"No."

You flinch at the cold touch on your cheek.

"Please…look at me."

The surprise at his soft request is what makes your eyes open, but you instantly regret it when you see how he's come closer, still taking in your messy face with a look far from judgment.

"JK-"

"Shh," He hushes you and places a hand at the nape of your neck to pull you a little closer, "Every time you speak it just confuses me more."

You gulp when his nose bumps yours as he leans closer, his wintery cold breath running over your lips and cheeks.

You can feel him shaking as he tries to decide whether to give into the temptation or not.

Then a shiver runs down your spine when he lowers his head and places his lips against the side of your throat instead.

He can feel you.

So warm and soft against his lips.

A heavy sigh leaves him.

Choking out a gasp, you don't fight it as he pulls away before leaning in again and kissing another spot just below your jaw.

It's a blur before you realize you're lying on the ground as he leans over you and continues to suck and kiss at the soft skin of your neck.

A low groan leaves his throat when he pulls back and sees the bruises he's created along your pretty neck and collarbone.

"JK..." You breathe shakily, hand coming up to tangle in his hair as he dives in for more.

"Mm?" He mumbles as he works tirelessly on marking you as his own.

Fuck the best friend.

"What're you-" A moan slips from you at the feeling of his wet lips against your burning skin and he smirks, hand reaching down to run along the length of your leg, all the way up under your dress and over your hips.

When you feel him harshly grip the squishy skin of your thigh, his shaky breath in your ear; you gasp and sit up, pushing him away.

What has gotten into you, letting him do such a thing?

Wanting such a thing...

The demon moves back and rests against his heels, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

He's not sure what happened to him and why he suddenly lost all control.

He doesn't understand why he could feel-

Gulping, he looks back at you to see your hands over your mouth as you stare at nothing in particular with wide teary eyes.

He can't hear the horrified thoughts in your head.

One of your hands moves to your heart as the other stays clamped over your lips.

Lord, forgive me. I don't know what came over me.

The demon just watches wordlessly as you clasp both hands in front of you and pinch your eyes shut, resting your forehead on your hands as you mumble to yourself.

After taking a few more deep breaths, he stands up.

"We-..." He clears his throat, "We need to keep go-"

The sound of soft footsteps reaches your ears and you scramble to your feet at the same time that JK rushes forward and grabs you, proceeding to shove you harshly out of the little clearing and into a prickly bush.

Even though the scratchy thorns stab your burns viciously, you force yourself not to cry out as you lower as much as you can to be concealed by the dead leaves.

Only moments after he pushed you into the brush, you see a pair of black knee-high boots step into the clearing and walk towards your guide. You can't see above either of their thighs at this angle.

"JK, long time no see."

"What? Did you miss me?" You hear him say back snarkily.

The newcomer barks out a nasty laugh, "What've you been up to besides missing out on your count?"

Count? What count?

You swallow carefully, afraid to make any sound.

"You sound a little nervous, Sav. Worried if I pick it up again I'll pass you?"

Watching breathlessly, you see the knee-high boots walk closer to JK. He doesn't move though, not even a twitch.

Who is this?

"I don't need to do anything but watch," The stranger called Sav whispers harshly, "You've already fucked up. I, for one, can't wait to see you writhe."

Gulping, you move your head down a little to look through the skinny branches, finally seeing more of this demon.

It's definitely a demon, although you can't see his undoubtedly handsome face.

He's dressed in all black clothes just like JK, and there are black and gray tattoos covering every inch of his visible chest and arms.

You squint and try to look closer when you notice that he's got a tattoo with color. It's on his outer right bicep, just like JK's rose. But it's not a rose.

It's a torn and withered butterfly.

A monarch; its beautiful orange faded into a nasty burnt color.

What really catches your eye though, is that the dead butterfly is being strangled by a serpent, poison dripping from its sharp fangs.

The breath gets caught in your throat.

JK crosses his arms, the muscles in his upper arms stretching the silk fabric covering them as he does.

"Well, well, well. Someone's finally gained confidence, haven't they?"

Sav remains silent.

JK leans in, making the other lean back a little.

"I'd worry about your own skin before worrying about mine. You seem to have forgotten who is on top of who down here."

The other demon grits his teeth, trying to conjure something clever to say but coming up with nothing. As per usual.

His eyes are full of pure hatred as he looks at JK; the one he can never be better than, no matter what he does. The one that none of them can ever get under the skin of. Nothing rattles him.

JK raises a hand and shoos his fingers at the lesser demon in a demeaning way, as if telling him to run along home.

Sav glares at him poisonously before turning on his heel and walking off, disappearing into a cloud of thick black smoke.

You slowly let out the breath you had been holding.

"You can come out now."

Very carefully, you clamber out of the bush. Then you stand there awkwardly as he continues to face away from you.

The tension is still palpable from what happened not long before Sav showed up.

Neither of you says a word about it though.

Finally, JK turns around and looks at you, his eyes immediately going to the small marks littered along your throat.

Fuck.

Fucking shit.

He can't let that happen again.

He can't be weak.

"The third ring is longer than the second but shorter than the first," He starts rattling off. You're listening but not really hearing him after that first sentence. All you can think about is the fact that he did, in fact, drag you across the longest ring in the seventh circle.

...why?

"Are you even listening to me?" He snaps, making you glance at him and blink owlishly.

"Uh...yeah."

"What did I say?"

"The third ring is longer than this one but shorter than the first one."

When he just stares at you, unimpressed, you know he said more than you ended up catching.

He doesn't bother to scold you though, just snaps at you not to lag and starts walking.

You stumble after him, tripping over rocks and twigs when you leave the clearing, but keeping up with him nonetheless.

"Why a rose?"

JK doesn't stop walking when you gasp out the question as you hurry along, he just glances at you over his shoulder, brows furrowed.

"What are you on about now?"

Making a few quick strides to get closer before falling into step beside him, you casually smack his bicep, startling him.

"The tattoo. Why a rose? Why did Sav have a bu-"

You gasp when he suddenly stops and presses his hand over your mouth, looking around for a moment before glaring at you.

"Are you fucking stupid?"

You give him an indignant look, his hand still against your lips.

He leans closer.

"You shouldn't go screaming other demons' names down here, sweetheart. It's gonna piss me off."

You gulp, not missing the vulgar joke he slipped in there.

He raises a brow at you and you nod, then he slowly pulls his hand away.

He's about to walk off but you call out, "Well?"

When he stops, you force yourself not to look at his broad back, the silky black shirt stretching slightly with each breath in.

"Why do you have a tattoo of a dead rose?" You keep your voice strong, "Why did he have one of a butterfly? You both have plenty of tattoos, but they aren't in color. Why are those colored? Why a serpent choking them? And what was he talking about with some kind of count and watching when you-"

JK turns around and looks at you, making you shut your mouth.

"I'll make you a deal, little human."

You stay silent and he continues, "If you want answers to your stupid little questions, you need to give me something in return. I don't give for free."

After a moment, you clear your throat, "What do you want then?"

His eyes never leave yours.

"I'll think about it."

Then he turns and keeps walking.

You sigh, then hurry after him.

“Oh, hey! Where are you off to so quickly?”

You smiled at the pretty angel that was seated in his usual spot, tucked in between two of the larger bookcases, reading up on a few things like he did sometimes.

“I’m meeting with someone.”

He nodded, then sat up and caught your attention once more before you could hurry off, “Wait. You come to the Archive a lot and always seem to be looking for something, but never leave with anything. I can help if you’d like, I know almost as much as the book keeper.”

You chuckled and shook your head, “Thanks, Leon, but he actually helped me find it today!”

“Ah!” The angel clapped, long slender fingers tapping gently before he picked up his book again, “Good luck then!”

“Thank you,” You smiled brightly at him before turning and hurrying off.

After a little walking and a bit of flying, you were just about to the meeting spot when you ran into something hard and fell, landing on the marble pavilion, the tip of your wings stuck right under your bottom.

Soft warm hands immediately took your arms and lifted you to your feet.

“I’m sorry!” You blurted, embarrassed about how clumsy you’ve always been, “I didn’t-”

Then you saw who was smiling down at you fondly.

“Oh my gosh, I- I’m so sorry, I-”

The Archangel shook his head gently, his golden locks falling to his shoulders as the most stunning smile graced his features.

“____, you have no reason to apologize. It was an accident. As usual,” He added with a lilt of amusement in his tone.

You nodded, breath stuck in your throat at his otherworldly beauty.

You could never get used to it.

“What has you in such a rush?”

“Oh, I was meeting up with-...” You gestured nervously, losing your voice.

He smiled knowingly, “Your cousin. Is this about your mission?”

You nodded, cheeks pink.

The Archangel placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “I hope you know that we are all rooting for you. You’re braver than you give yourself credit for.”

“Thank you, Michael.”

He leaned down and placed a hand on your other shoulder too, making you look at him.

You felt the tears get lodged in your throat as he looked at you with such love and compassion, as all the angels did. You’d felt the closest to him though, all this time.

“If ever you need me, little one, just say my name and I will come.”

“I will,” You choked out.

Quite abruptly, you step out of the forest and onto burning hot sand.

You hadn't even seen it coming any closer, almost as if you stepped through a portal.

"Ach!" You shift on your feet, the sand unforgiving on the cracked and bleeding appendages.

JK glances at you as you hop around a little where you stand, "Regretting giving up your shoes now, doll?"

"Nope," You grit out, breathing carefully through your nose.

You look around, noticing with a pit of horror in your gut that you can see the sinners already. They are not close to you, but in the distance. Flames fall from the sky like a poisonous rain while some of the damned are lying upon the burning sand, others running in circles. The remaining sinners are crouched and appear to be weeping.

You gulp and clench your fists.

You can do this, ____.

You can do this.

I can.

I can do this.

I ca-

"It's a long walk. Let's go."

The demon walks without a care across the blazing hot sand, not waiting for you.

The faster you go the less it should hurt.

You breathe in the hot air and blow it out, shaking your hands around for a second to gather yourself.

Then you start hurrying after him, limping as quickly as you can manage.

It's only a few minutes later that you realize you're about to freak out.

The flames falling from the sky do not touch you, but the heat coming up from the sand seems to make the burns on your arms inflamed. They've become even more swollen and discolored than before as you limp helplessly, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.

Just before you call out to him, he turns and sees you.

The burn lines on your arms are grotesque; the skin around them mottled and bruised. You're shaking more than you probably realize as you stumble along. He stops when he sees the blood dripping down your chin from where you've bitten your lip so hard it broke the skin.

"Stop."

You trip on your own feet, falling to the sand that scorches your knees and hands.

"Ah," You groan quietly, unable to lift yourself.

You don't have the strength.

He crouches to get level with you, about to say something when he stops.

You don't even have the strength to look at him and wonder why he froze.

JK closes his eyes when he hears the words being whispered in his mind. Over and over and over again.

All over your skin is so painful that you can't speak. You can't move. All you can do is shake and stare at the droplets of blood from your lip that hit the sand and sizzle.

The hands holding you up on the sand do not look like your own.

They look discolored and swollen.

You blink, but the hands do not change.

Are they really yours?

You're not sure.

“If ever you need me, little one, just say my name and I will come.”

I can do this.

You flinch and cry out when freezing cold hands touch your scalding hot skin.

"Ah, stop!"

JK ignores your cries as he holds under your arms and lifts you up from the sand to stand.

"It hurts, it's hurting, please stop," You whimper, trying to get away from him.

He says nothing as he bends down and puts an arm under your legs, proceeding to lift you up in his arms and hold you like an infant.

The relief is instant.

But now that your body is not overcome with pain and unable to do anything, your stomach turns and you feel like you're about to be sick.

He starts to walk, the gentle rocking soon lulling you into a calm state.

When you lay your head on his shoulder, he stops.

After a moment, he swallows the lump in his throat and keeps walking.

It's almost too quiet.

He's become used to your incessant talking. You always seem to have something to say, even if you don't actually speak. He could always feel your thoughts radiating from within despite not being able to read your mind.

Now there's only a tiny trickle as you stay on the brink of numb consciousness.

He can't feel you dreaming or thinking.

It’s far too quiet.

Is this how humans feel when they're lonely?

The demon scoffs and shakes his head at the ridiculous thought. The action makes you stir and he holds his breath as he risks a glance.

Your face is covered in a light sheen of sweat, baby hairs sticking to your damp cheeks and forehead. Your lips are cracked and bloody, glossy eyes barely open as you stare at nothing.

He gulps and looks away.

Don't be weak, you idiot.

Hours later, he's still carrying you across the blazing hot desert.

You've not spoken a single word, the sweat on your arms and face never drying and your head still resting against him.

"JK."

He looks down at you, surprised after not hearing you for a good long while.

"Hm?" He doesn't trust his voice not to crack.

"I'm-..." You swallow, wincing at the pain in your throat even as you speak below a whisper, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Like, actually?"

You nod weakly.

He stops walking, glancing around as he thinks.

That's when a thought occurs to him.

"Do you think you can hold on a little longer?"

When you don't respond, he looks at you again.

"Hey," He shakes you a little, "Do you think you can make it a little further?"

He only gets a small nod in response, but that's good enough.

He shifts you a little to make it a bit more comfortable, then he picks up his pace.

All you can see are swirls of red and orange. Yellow too.

They're morphing in front of you, twirling around in long strokes, like a paintbrush full of color moving against a blank canvas.

They drag across your vision, painting a picture of something you can see but don't understand. It makes no sense.

Nothing makes sense.

You're hot.

Your body is hot.

But you don't feel connected to your body.

Why are you hot then?

Why are those colors so pretty?

Every breath in is full of steamy air that makes your lungs scream in pain.

You can't feel your hands or feet.

Why are those colors so terrifying?

It hurts.

You can't cry.

The tears are too hot against your skin, you fear they will start to melt your cheeks.

Aren't you melting already though?

Why are those colors so pretty?

Puddles.

Puddles of red and orange and yellow.

Splatters of fiery paint cover your view of the world.

World?

Are you in the world?

Are you on Earth?

Earth is blue and green and brown and white and-

"-ke up-...here-..."

Earth is warm and cold and beautiful-

"Hey."

Earth is so much more than this place.

"-ortal, can you e-"

But Heaven is so so much more than Earth-

Why does your cheek hurt?

"Come to your senses, come on."

You blink your eyes open to see a blurry JK in front of you.

He heaves a sigh when he sees the familiar color of your irises looking back at him, your sweaty face twisted in confusion.

"I was almost convinced you'd given up."

Your frown deepens.

What is he talking about?

Give up?

You can't give up.

You promised.

The demon flinches back when you sit up and lean over, immediately retching only a few inches from his shoes.

He makes a sound of disgust as he gets up and walks to the side to avoid the result of your exhausted body overheating more than a human body can physically handle.

You're not sure what you've thrown up seeing as you've not eaten in who knows how long. But it comes up regardless, making it hard to breathe until you're finished.

You slump to the side, breathing heavily as you keep your eyes closed. It's too nauseating to open them.

"You look like shit."

He sees the tiniest smile on your face at his words, amusement clear on your face even as you keep your eyes shut.

"Thanks," You whisper back, reaching up a hand to wipe at your mouth.

You passed out again moments later.

The swirling colors come in and out of your feverish nightmares.

There's never any one object for more than a few minutes, always switching from one strange thing to another.

You think you wake up a few times, and maybe you do.

But it never makes sense and you're soon out again before you can comprehend anything.

He's there at first, a black smudge of ink against the dark brown canvas.

Then he's gone.

JK sits in the corner on the torn black leather chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he watches you go in and out of consciousness, mumbling strange things before passing out again and again.

When the voices start to whisper louder once more, he closes his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

He opens his eyes and sees you frowning, head moving side to side as you talk to yourself, or whoever might be in your dreams.

"Please," You whisper tearfully, a look of grief painted on your sleeping face.

He sighs and looks down at the cracked floor, biting his lip.

You mumble a few more nonsensical things before he hears you clearly once again.

"-please don't leave me."

The demon stands up and walks over to where you lay; fidgeting restlessly as your eyelids flutter and twitch uncontrollably, sweat pouring down your temples.

His eyes rake over you slowly, taking in every bloody and bruised inch.

He can't be weak.

Eyes landing on your neck where the purple marks still sit, he gulps.

It can't happen again.

Even as you cry quietly at whatever is haunting you, he walks away.

He leaves you.

The young lady gasps when she sees the figure of a man behind her in the reflection of her vanity mirror.

She whips her head around to watch the most gorgeous man she's ever seen step out from the shadows.

"W-..." She gulps, "Who are you?"

He walks closer and sits on her bed, only a few feet from her now.

She can smell the sweet essence surrounding him.

"Did you not call me?"

She stares at him for a minute, mind blank.

Then she remembers what she'd done the other night with her friends.

When they'd been messing around with a ouija board, goofing around about how hot it would be to fuck a demon. After months of not getting any, she admitted she was desperate enough to try it.

But that was all fake. They were jokes.

A slender eyebrow raises as a laugh slips from her mouth.

"You can't be serious."

"Deadly."

"What?" She laughs again, "You're just some sex demon that comes to any girl that calls you?"

He leans forward, "Not just any girls. Only the prettiest ones."

Butter her up nicely.

She flushes at his words.

"What's your name, doll?"

Turning in her chair to fully face him, she leans forward too, chest more exposed through her tank top as she does so.

She’s never been one to doubt the existence of such creatures.

"Amanda."

So easy.

"Pleasure to meet you, Amanda."

She's not sure who started it or how they got here, but they end up on her bed, the demon leaning over her as he kisses up her jaw, then down to her chest.

She pushes him away and onto his back before climbing on top, leaning down and mouthing at his chest.

JK lets her do as she wishes.

It doesn't really matter to him.

He's bored of it already.

The girl keeps making sounds of pleasure as she touches him, but he doesn't really pay attention.

He can't feel it anyway.

He can't feel her touches against his cold skin.

Not her lips against his chest.

It feels numb. Dead.

Nothing more.

He's never been able to feel the touch of humans.

So, why could he feel yours?

JK's mind flits back to you lying unconscious, plagued by nightmares.

No.

He came here to forget about you.

He can’t keep risking it.

His mind inevitably slips back to the clearing in the second ring.

He could feel the heat of your skin against his, warming him from deep within.

You were so soft and squishy, so fucking warm.

His lips could feel the life running through your veins as he kissed your neck. It made his head spin. If only he'd let himself actually kiss you, he's sure he'd feel it. He’d probably never feel anything like it again.

Why are you different?

Amanda whines in annoyance when he suddenly pushes her off of him.

They'd only just gotten started.

"What're you doing? I thought you were supposed to pleasure me. Isn't that what you're made for?" She spits.

The demon stands up, buttoning his shirt back up, but not before she gets a glimpse of a tattoo on his chest, "You're boring me to death. That’s got to be some kind of record."

She scoffs, "No fucking way. You're such a dick, I knew it."

He doesn't bother answering her as he pulls his boots back on.

Amanda leans over and grabs his wrist, trying to pull him back down on the bed.

When he harshly rips his arm away, she glares at him.

"How useless are you? An incubus that's in love? Ridiculous." She chuckles bitterly, shaking her head.

JK narrows his eyes at her.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

She rolls her eyes, "Do you think I'm blind? You're so pathetic. Imagine being so fucking desperate you'd carve the reminder of someone on your skin." She continues to laugh obnoxiously loud to herself.

The laughter cuts short when he leans into her space and snarls, "Seems like you're not only boring, you're also a fucking dipshit. If you're desperate enough to call another demon to pleasure you because no one else will, you better hope you don't end up calling me."

She doesn't say another word as he turns and walks back into the shadows of her bedroom, gone faster than she can process it.

Your eyes open slowly.

The world is not full of spinning colors and strange sounds.

Slowly, you shift your gaze around without moving your head.

Vision becoming more and more clear, you realize that you are not out in the light anymore.

There are wooden walls around you, falling apart but still keeping the heat out.

There's a worn leather arm chair in the corner of the room.

Finally moving your head, you see a small table by a door that's nearly off its hinges.

The breath gets caught in your throat when you tilt your head up and see a window with tattered curtains hanging from it.

How did you get here?

A horrible dread settles in your gut as you sit up and look around again.

There's a large chest sitting on the other side of the one room shack.

You close your eyes, hand moving to your heart as you feel yourself start to hyperventilate.

Where is he?

Where did he go?

Why did he bring you here and then leave you?

You fumble off the bed, falling to the floor when your legs are too weak to hold the weight.

Get me out of here.

You start to crawl across the floor that's covered in sawdust and spiderwebs, heading for the flimsy door.

You have to get out.

It's impossible to breathe in here.

Just as you're reaching for the handle, the door flies open harshly, luckily swinging outwards instead of in.

You flinch back, curling in on yourself as someone steps inside.

"Yo-...You're awake."

You open your eyes when you hear his voice.

"Please get me out of here."

JK frowns and crouches to get closer, "What did you say?"

"Out," You speak more clearly, "I want to get out of here."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I-" You cover your face with your hands, "I don't know, I just-...It's creeping me out."

When he doesn't answer, you take your hands away and see him smirking at you.

"You've been through seven circles of Hell, and you're scared of a little haunted shack?" You look away from him but he continues, "I'm the one that haunts places, doll."

"What is this place?" You grit out, "How is it here?"

He chuckles, "It's not really here."

You look at him, confused.

"Okay, well it is. But it's not. It's abandoned, no one usually comes here. I thought it'd be good for you to rest-"

"Are we not in Hell anymore?"

"Oh, we're still in Hell."

"I don't get it," You whisper, not meeting his eyes.

The demon sighs and sits on the floor in front of you, tired of crouching.

"I guess the best way to explain it would be that it's kind of in both. It's still in the forest where it's always been. Teenagers go there to do things they don't want to be caught doing. They bring things, take things," He gestures at the leather chair and bottles of alcohol littered on the floor.

"Some places, for one reason or another, are stuck between dimensions in a way. There's not really a straight answer as to why they're between Earth and Hell."

"And Heaven?" You ask quietly.

He scoffs, "Nah. They're too busy living the good life up there, too fucking high and mighty to be bothered with the physical world."

"So," You clear your throat, "We're here. And other people might be here too. But we can't see each other?"

He nods, "Pretty much. They might hear a thing or two if I decide to fuck with them. You don't need to worry. To the real world, we're the only ghosts here."

Your heart clenches at that.

Looking away from him again, your eyes land on the chest.

You slowly stand up.

Walking carefully over to it, you approach as if it's a snake ready to bite.

He just watches you curiously.

Your bare feet make no sound on the floorboards as you stop right above the antique piece of furniture. Reaching a trembling hand down, you grab the rusty handle and pull it up.

Dust and cobwebs fly off the lid as it's opened, settling to the splintery floorboards as you stare down at the contents.

JK stands up and walks over next to you, glancing down into the chest he never bothered to open.

"Huh. I thought it'd be more thrilling because of the look on your face."

You say nothing, just continue to stare numbly at the soft fabric that's riddled with mold and old age. The vase sitting next to it is clearly just as old, cracked and unusable now.

After a moment of dead silence, you turn and look at him.

"Pick it up."

He looks at you like you're crazy.

"Pick what up?"

"The dress. The vase,” Your hands begin to shake, “The plates, books, feathers! Maybe the child's shoes! I don't care! Just pick it up!!"

"Are you mad?"

He watches in mounting confusion as hot tears stream down your cheeks.

"Maybe I am!! Maybe I've completely lost my mind!" You scream, slamming the lid shut and walking over to the rickety cot you were sleeping on.

The demon does nothing but stare as you climb on the bed and grab the ratty curtains, proceeding to rip them from the window and tear them up before flinging them to the ground.

"This!! Is all your fault!!" You scream at the top of your lungs, grabbing at your hair and tugging on it as you shriek.

Ghostly screams echo from somewhere in time as a result of your fit, but you don’t care.

Frantic footsteps run to the door and fling it open, the terrified wails becoming more distant.

The sight of a particular drawing on the wall behind the bed that you accidentally moved, makes you break down into gut wrenching sobs.

Then you get off the bed and run to the chest again, flinging open the lid and digging inside.

"What are you doing?!"

You ignore him and grab the vase, then stand up and throw it at the wall, watching as it shatters into hundreds of pieces, right along with your heart.

"Why did you bring me here?! Why here?? Why?!" You pick up the withered clothes and easily tear them to shreds, the ancient fabric practically dissolving in your hands.

When he reaches to stop you from going for more, you fight him off, fisting his shirt in your hands and yanking and ripping at it before pushing him away.

Your hands move to your head, squeezing your ears shut as you scream and scream.

You've lost all control. Every last little ounce that you've had since coming to this wretched wretched place. Since finding him near the entrance to Hell.

This place was the last straw.

When your voice cracks from the volume you reach, you cough and choke. Then you turn and dig into the chest again, smashing plates against the ground and going back for more. You freeze though, when you pull out the small handmade boots.

Your whole body starts to shake as you stare at them sitting in your hands, cupping the teeny tiny things as tears fall onto them, washing off the dirt and grime that has accumulated through all these long long years.

Then you fall to your knees, a loud crack sounding as you hit the hard floor. You don't say anything though, you just stare at the sweet little shoes that fit in the palm of your hand. Silently, with tears still falling, you bring them close to your heart.

To the real world, we're the only ghosts here.

Even now.

Lifting your head slowly, you look around the room that you’ve brought to shambles.

The sun filters through the window, falling across the floor. It sweeps the cobwebs and shards of glass away until there is nothing left but wood and light.

The cot has soft pillows and blankets on it.

The curtains are not torn.

The vase sits pretty on the little table by the door, full of your favorite flower.

Beautiful red roses.

The chest is open, full of fresh linen, new plates that Yoongi gifted you, and maybe a fruit or two.

When your eyes land on him, he is no different.

He stands there, handsome face looking as confused as ever, tattoos littered across his perfect skin. His deep brown eyes are full of so many questions, his shirt that you tore at is slightly opened. And you see it.

A splash of color.

A splash of red.

Just above his heart, one more tattoo that is all by itself, usually hidden from view.

Even as his dark eyes look at you with no recognition, you say nothing as your heart begins to bleed out onto the floor.

Your eyes flit back to where his own heart lies dormant.

The rest of the shack fades away as you stare at the small image scratched into his skin, imprinted on him to make sure he will never escape it even as he forgets. A reminder. A mockery of what once brought so much more than this.

A torture he will always feel but never know why.

Nothing but a small apple.

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m-jelly · 6 months

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OH MY GOODNESS

The dragon hybrid Levi was sooooo good I read it like 20 times, and I was wondering if you can make one we’re the reader is very pregnant and dragon Levi is soooooo protective, and maybe they would live in a nest or a cave of some sort, and pregnant reader decides to take a bath in the water fall near there nest and some wild animal or men who are like scavengers of something try to kidnap her or eat her and dragon Levi swoops in

I’m so sorry that was sooo much lmao, you don’t have to write I just thought it was a good idea

Just changing this a little bit anon, hope you don't mind.

@ladycheesington <3

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Levi x fem reader

Hybrid Levi, dragon Levi, pregnant reader, romance, fluff, married, drama, reader is attacked, Levi to the rescue, mentions of blood.

You leave Levi to sleep in your large bed in the castle on the mountain to go to a little shop. Your maid and a knight join you to keep you safe while making the trip to the town, but your carriage is attacked. You try to fight back, but you have to be careful because you're pregnant. When you think it is too late, your husband comes swooping in and saves you.

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You placed a few loving kisses on Levi's face as he lightly slept in your massive bed. The two of you had explored each other's bodies all night, so Levi was a little tired and so were you but you wanted to go shopping to get him a gift. The deep sleepy growl that came from Levi was electrifying to you.

He lifted his head a little and gazed at you. "My precious gem, good morning."

"Morning."

He reached over and massaged your thigh. "I thought I exhausted you."

You hummed a laugh. "You did, but I have pregnant lady energy."

He kissed your six month belly. "You're incredible."

"Thank you. Anyway, I'm off out now."

He gave you puppy dog eyes. "You're leaving me?"

You slipped out of bed before he dragged you back in. "I'm just going shopping for a bit, that's all. I will take my maid and a knight with me."

He pouted a little. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

He reached over and touched your necklace. "Good, you have this still."

You blushed. "Of course."

He nodded and kissed you. "If anything happens, just bite down on this."

"Promise!" You hurried to the door and waved. "Love you!"

"I love you too. I'll keep the bed warm for us."

You blew him a kiss. "Perfect."

The castle was lively with the staff moving around and preparing it for a baby. It was sweet how excited the staff were to welcome a little life into the castle and so they were babyproofing everything. A lot of people were scared of Levi's castle on the mountain, but after you entered his life people softened to him and asked him for help and let him help.

You climbed into your carriage and sat opposite your maid. "What a lovely day. The winter air is crisp and the fog is so light."

Cali, your maid, looked out the carriage with a gentle smile. "It's so lovely."

You rubbed your belly as your baby moved. "Mm."

"Everything okay?"

You nodded. "They're moving a lot." You looked at Cali. "I'll be okay. I think they're just excited." You fell off the seat when something slammed into the carriage. "Ow."

Cali helped you to sit on the floor before leaning out the window. "Sir George?" She gasped when she saw him fighting bandits. "Sir George!"

You grabbed Cali and yanked her inside just as a sword slammed against the window. "Careful!"

The carriage filled with Cali's screams and the smell of blood and mud. Hearts raced as the carriage moved faster down the path until it felt like no one was in control and the horses were just blindly running. A loud thud from boots was heard on the carriage followed by walking and another thud.

The carriage came to a stop and the only thing you could hear was boots moving in mud and your racing heart. With a shaky hand, you reached up and grabbed your necklace. You raised the stone and went to bite down, but the door was yanked open and a bandit with a scar-covered face grinned at you.

The man grabbed you and yanked you out of the carriage as Cali screamed for you. "This one will be worth a lot of money fellas! She's pregnant too." He threw you to the ground. "Seeing the markings on her carriage, it seems she's fucking a dragon man. Her baby is a mix! We're fucking rich!"

You glared at him. "You're all fucked."

He laughed. "What you gonna do? You're weak."

You lifted your necklace and smirked. "My husband will rip you to pieces." You bit down on the stone causing a burst of magic.

The bandit stumbled backwards. "Shit. You stupid bitch!"

You crawled backwards as he stormed towards you. "He'll rip you apart! My husband is the dragon lord Levi Ackerman."

He raised his sword in the air. "You're lying! He would never love another!" His eyes widened when the top of his arm holding the sword dropped to the floor in front of him. He lowered his arm down to see it'd been cut clean off. He held the end near the cut before screaming. "My arm!"

Levi flew past and sliced the bandit's neck clean open. He landed and snarled at the bandits left as blood flowed out of the leader's neck. "My precious gem? Close your eyes for me."

You covered your eyes. "Yes, Levi." You focused on your baby moving in you instead of the screams and cries of your husband killing people. A gentle touch on your hands covering your eyes made you flinch a little, but you then recognised the tough. "Levi."

Levi pulled your hands away and grinned. "Hello, my precious gem. Shall we go home?"

"Yes, please. Are Sir George and Cali okay?"

He cupped your face and kissed you. "Yes, they're okay and I will take them to the castle. I must take you first." He scooped you up into his arms. "Hold on tightly."

You squealed as Levi flew fast to the castle. "So fast."

He flew onto the balcony of your room and carried you inside. He sat you on the bed and kissed your forehead. "I'll be right back, my love."

"Okay." You waited for him to fly off before removing your clothes and climbing into the always full and hot pool bath. "Mm." You scrubbed the dirt, blood and aches away. "Better."

"Love?" Levi hurried around the bedroom. "Loooove?"

"In the bath!"

He raced into the bathroom and sighed. "I was worried."

You leaned on the side of the pool. "Sorry, but I needed to clean. Did you get Cali and Sir George?"

He stripped fully and climbed into the water. "They are here and being tended to." He wrapped his arms around you. "I'm so sorry you were attacked on my lands."

"It's okay." You reached up and gripped his arm. "You can't get rid of all bad people. Plus, I'm sure they were ventured into your land because they heard there were dragons taking lovers here."

He kissed your neck. "Possibly. Our love story is well known."

You hummed a laugh. "It is."

"Are you and the baby safe? Are you both well?"

"Yes." You closed your eyes and relaxed against Levi. "I'm perfectly fine thanks to you." You turned your head. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed you and purred against your lips. "I'll always protect you and come running."

You smirked. "You're gonna keep my locked up here for a few days, aren't you?"

He smirked a little. "Maybe."

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junkissed · 2 years

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take a bite

member — vampire!seungcheol x human!f reader genre — fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort (?), humor word count — 1.5k warnings — mentions of blood (reader's), sulky pouty cheol but he turns into softie happy cheol, an ounce of angst, an annoying little kid (but he's cute), reader is referred to as wife (but they aren't married) & uses she/her pronouns notes — from this dialogue prompt list i found! thanks @onlymingyus for the cheol pics :)

one reblog = one bucket of halloween candy

“hey, nice costume, man! the blood looks really realistic!”

it’s late halloween night when you’d suddenly had a craving for curly fries. having wrapped up the festivities for the night, seungcheol had driven the two of you to the nearest fast food place, grateful for the new “open 24/7” hours they’d recently added.

but in your sudden hunger, you’d forgotten that your boyfriend had had a snack of his own earlier; the bandaid on your neck is still fresh– and your blood is still smeared across his mouth in a rather unflattering way.

you both have your costumes from earlier on, too lazy to change into something more comfortable for a simple late-night food run.

you’re waiting for your order by an empty table inside when someone speaks up. seungcheol jumps, and your eyes dart across the room to see where the voice is coming from. by the register stands a man with a little girl, no older than six or seven, holding tightly to his hand and staring at cheol with nervous eyes.

“uh, thanks,” he says stiffly, glancing at you. you shrug imperceptibly, mouthing “i forgot!” at him.

“i don’t like monsters,” the little girl blurts out, her eyes still glued to seungcheol.

the man laughs. “you don’t have to be afraid, sweetheart, he’s not a real monster. it’s a halloween costume!”

you nod awkwardly, and cheol gives the man a tight-lipped smile.

“number 117?” a worker's voice cuts through the restaurant. you rush forward to grab your order, grateful for the excuse to leave.

you open the passenger side door and climb into the car, instantly met with a scowl from seungcheol. you open the glove box and hand him a napkin– ironically, a cheap party napkin, black and white printed with bats and vampires, that you’d taken back with you from your friend’s party.

“i told you we should’ve gone through the drive thru,” he mumbles, dabbing at the corner of his mouth.

he turns to face you. “did i get it all?”

“no, you've still got a little– cheol, there’s a mirror right… nevermind.” you sigh, forgetting.

he pouts, pursing his lips and tilting his chin down to look at you with sulky eyes.

you lick your thumb and reach across the center console to wipe it along his lips. he keeps his mouth closed tightly as you work, so your finger won’t get caught on his sharp teeth. he's always careful like that around you, as if you're the most delicate person in the world.

"there, all gone now. nothing to worry about," you say, leaning back into your seat.

he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, one hand on the steering wheel. you flip on the radio to fill the silence. the local station has been playing seasonal music since october 1st, and even more so tonight.

michael jackson croons about thrills in the night over the radio speakers as the car drives on, the streetlights casting long shadows, shifting across the dashboard. seungcheol drives in silence for a few minutes before he finally speaks.

"i'm not a monster," he says quietly.

you turn off the radio so you can listen to him. "of course not, baby, nobody ever said you were."

"that little girl thought i was."

the car goes quiet again. you study his face, but he keeps his eyes fixed on the road, purposefully avoiding eye contact with you. nothing but the humming sound of the heater fills the air, starting to grow tense.

"she was just a kid, cheollie. kids don't know what they're talking about," you say, trying to comfort him. you reach across to lay your hand on his thigh. "you're anything but a monster, honey."

"but i hurt people," he says finally.

"not anymore."

"but i did."

"but not anymore."

he sighs, relenting. “i know.”

“good.” you give his leg a gentle squeeze. “you’re the least scary person i know.”

he gives you a half-hearted smile and turns his attention back to the road.

as you drive through the town, the streets are still lined with trick or treaters; it’s late, so most of them are older kids, but there’s still a few little ones here and there. witches and skeletons, superheroes and black cats, and everything in between run along the sidewalks, swinging orange buckets or pillowcases filled with sweet treats.

soon the car rolls to a stop in front of your house, and seungcheol turns the key in the ignition. despite his protests about drawing attention to you, he’d finally relented and bought a few decorations for the front yard: simple strings of orange lights wrapped around the trees, and small pumpkins lining your driveway. you’d wanted to put more out, but you didn’t want to push him. it’s only your first halloween together, and you’re already planning on spending many more with him. there’s plenty of time to amass more decorations later.

you make sure the porch light is flipped on, inviting any late night stragglers to come and raid the bowl on the steps for candy. you’d wanted to put the candy inside the house and make them ring the doorbell, so you and cheol could show off your costumes (you were especially proud of how natural your homemade cape looked next to his authentic, centuries old one) but all you’d gotten was a pout and a firm ‘no’ from him.

it’s been decades since seungcheol interacted with humans as much as he has recently, and you’re determined to slowly but surely bring him out of his shell. you know everyone would love him; if only they’d meet him, they’d see him like you do– a big ol’ softie, the sweetest and most caring man you’ve ever met.

no sooner have you shut the door and started to slip out of your costume that the doorbell rings. you ignore it, hoping they’ll take the hint and take some candy instead, but seconds later it rings a second time.

you glance at seungcheol, still holding your food in one hand.

he sighs. “go sit down, i’ll get it.”

you nod, giving him a warm smile and taking your seat on the couch. you hear the front door squeak open, and a little voice calls, “treat or trick!”

a woman’s laugh. “it’s trick or treat, honey.”

you turn to look behind the couch, careful not to twist your neck too far and risk reopening the wound. a mom and a little boy stand in your doorway, the child peeking his head around seungcheol to look into your house.

cheol may not have wanted decorations for the outside of the house, but he couldn’t stop you from covering the inside of the house in leaves and pumpkins. the boy’s gaze finds you, watching from the couch.

“is that your wife?” he demands. you giggle, lifting your hand to wave at him.

the woman shushes him. “don’t ask things like that, honey, it’s rude.”

seungcheol laughs, and you can tell it’s a real, happy laugh. “not yet,” he says, and you grin, hearing the smile in his voice.

“is she a vampire too?”

“ma-aybe,” cheol says, pretending to be ominous, and the kid gasps.

“cool!” he turns to the woman. “mom, they’re real vampires!”

she laughs. “no, they’re not, sweetie. now, what do you say?”

“oh.” he sticks out his little orange pail. “trick or… treat?”

cheol swoops his cape around, playing up his role. “let me see what i can go find– in my lair!”

he turns around dramatically and walks into the kitchen, leaving the boy to tug at his mom’s sleeve and point excitedly. “do we have anything else? the bowl is out,” he calls out softly to you.

“top cabinet,” you reply with a smile.

he grins and gives you a thumbs up, bringing the extra bag out to the door.

“happy halloween, mr. vampire!” the boy calls, waving behind him as he walks away.

cheol stands in the doorway, waving goodbye and closing the door behind him with a sigh before coming around the couch to plop down next to you. he wraps his arm around you, gentle to avoid your neck.

“see? like i said, nobody thinks you’re a monster,” you say, hoping the sweet interaction with the boy has lifted his mood.

“no, they do,” he says, then breaks into a smile. “but at least they think i’m a cool monster.”

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cold cheek. “the coolest monster i’ve ever met.”

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sathina · 2 years

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Fantasy

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - everything written on a piece of paper, can become the dirtiest fantasy

Warnings - smut reading, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem), slightly rough sex

You felt the heat between your thighs rise by the passing seconds. Your imagination running wild to see the things that are written on the page.

When he was close enough, he pressed his lips to hers, quickly swiping her tongue and leaving him in charge. His kisses traveled down towards her neck, arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her own head was thrown back, breathless moans filling the room.

You were so into it you didn't even notice the door opening, heavy footsteps making their way over. As your eyes scanned the page, you felt a soft hand touch your thigh.

Quickly your heart beat picked up, your body jumping from the shock.

" Jack!" you threw the book down, looking up at the man smirking over you. " You scared me." You breathed out clutching your chest.

" Oh, I'm sorry, ma." Still, the teasing smile didn't leave his face. Instead, his gaze traveled to the book, the shiny cover out in the open. " And what kind of fine literature has got my baby rubbing her thighs like that?"

Before you could even process what was happening his hand already reached out, grabbing the book before you could tell him otherwise.

" No, Jack-" He didn't listen to your pleading though, ironically skipping to the chapter you were on only a few moments ago. " His hands traveled down to her thighs, giving them both a gentle squeeze before grabbing the hem of her shirt." The man above you quietly mumbled out, chuckling to himself. " You into this shit?"

When you didn't answer he only laughed louder.

Your eyebrows pulled together, lips settling into a soft pout. " Stop it. You don't see me making fun of what you're reading, do you?" Snatching the book out of his hands you turned around, placing it on the nightstand.

You pretended to be busy with the bed, tugging and pulling on the sheets. Jack on the other hand was still laughing, one hand on the wall to keep him steady. But when he finally processed your word his chuckles died down, now only a small smile still visible on his face.

" C'mon. I'm only teasing." Jack crawled up behind you, his hands landing on your hips, his lips meeting your shoulder briefly. " And besides, we could recreate some of that stuff. Don't you think?" His palms moved lower, lightly tracing down your thighs.

" No. I don't want to memorize a script while we're having sex." You tried to get up, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his lap.

" Who said anything about memorizing, mama? You can just read and I'll do the job."

" Jack…"

He turned you around so you were facing him, hands still lightly resting on your hips. " Just tell me what they were doing."

With moments of complete silence you spoke up yet again. " They're in the kitchen." Your voice was small, quiet against the heavy heartbeat in your chest.

" Continue."

" He has her up on the counter." Jack moved to sit you up on your own, quickly moving beside you and picking you up bridal style.

" Will the vanity work?"

" Yes…" you breathed out. The excitement was pumping in your veins, your blood boiling.

You were still in his arms while he walked to the farthest wall, your stuff was cluttering the whole wooden surface. While you were looking into his eyes you heard a crash, quickly you were dropped off on top of the vanity, your makeup and hair stuff on the floor beside it.

Your eyes scanned the mess, your favorite blush clearly broken in pieces.

" Jack! Why did you-"

" I promise I'll buy you ten more. Now tell me what happened next."

You looked back at him, his own eyes filled with lust.

" I-I don't know. I haven't gotten any further." He only smirked and turned around, quick footsteps leading their way to the nightstand.

Your own desire only grew stronger watching his muscles flex under the thin material of his wife beater.

He shortly returned with the book, handing it to you with a soft smile. His warm palms found their way back to your thighs, squeezing and molding them between his fingers.

You flipped it open, the numbers engraved in your mind so you wouldn't forget a single word.

" So?"

" Uhh, the guy, he's shirtless by the way." Jack pulled off his shirt, only for a second breaking the contact between you.

" What happens next, sweetheart?"

You cleared your throat, your hands slightly shaking, your eyes barely being able to focus. " His hands traveled down to her thighs, giving them both a gentle squeeze before grabbing the hem of her shirt. ' The breakfast…' " you read out loud, at the same time feeling Jack's hands doing everything the story is telling. " 'Baby, I wanna have my meal first.' The thin fabric was pulled from her body, cool air hitting her bare skin. As he slowly crouched down, his lips moved to her chest, hands palming and grabbing the soft flesh. ' I love you.' "

He quickly pulled your shirt off, mouth meeting your boobs as he too fell to his knees.

" C'mon, continue reading."

" Uhhh, she moaned in response when his teeth grazed her nipple, her fingers running through his curly hair, b-brushing out the morning knots. He finally fell to his knees, spreading open her legs, he quickly bent down. His tongue running up and down her folds–" a whine fell past your lips when you felt Jack's mouth on your pussy, the vibrations you were feeling explained perfectly on paper. With a trembling voice, you kept reading out loud. " –thumb circling her clit a-as she wrapped her legs around his broad shoulders. It only pushed him in further. She started rocking her hips against his face, hands still pulling at his hair strands, the pressure making him moan, sending vibrations through her w-whole body."

His tongue met your clit, lazy figures eight drawn over the small, sensitive bud. Your moans only grew louder, he was licking and swallowing, tasting any and every piece of you.

You honestly forgot where you were, the intoxicating feeling making your head spin, your mind turning blank.

" Keep reading, mama." Jack quickly said before returning to his delicious meal.

" Sh-she felt like a mess. Eyes tightly shut, red blush on the tip of her nose and cheeks, pornographic moans spilling out like a-a prayer. And when she felt the usual feeling of her stomach tightening, legs shaking and breath hitching, he pulled away. S-she let out a desperate whine while he only smirked, his lips glossy, coated in her wetness." The man below you stuck his tongue out, shaking his head from side to side, your pussy lips moving with him. " Mhm, ' I-I wanna feel you.' He quickly hosted her up in his arms, swiftly placing her on the counter and leaning in a kiss."

And Jack did just that. He rose from his kneeling position, his hair now messy, his lips glossy. Just like in the book.

" So, what's next?"

" It was a s-sweet, wet, hungry kiss. His mouth was perfectly molding against hers as his hands untied the knots of his apron. The fabric falling off somewhere on the kitchen f-floor."

Your boyfriend undid his sweats, the material falling down to his ankles, only to be kicked farther away from you two. He gave you an encouraging nod, silently telling you to keep reading.

" He pulled h-her closer, his palm moving up and down his dick. He quickly placed the tip, and with a thrust of his hips, he placed himself in her. Th-the feeling was magical, she was so full again, while he was feeding off of the feeling of her sq-squeezing him." And when Jack did the same, the book was long forgotten.

It fell to the floor with a thud, both of you completely ignoring the sound.

His hips were molding into yours at the speed of light. Every hit pushed you closer and closer to your release.

" Fuck." Your soft voice croaked out, your mouth was wide open, head thrown back, skin glistening with a thin coat of sweat.

Jack adored the sight in front of him. With hooded eyes he watched your back arch, your chest pushing into his as you came undone in his arms, his hips still moving, still chasing his own release.

" I-I can't…"

" C'mon, baby. I know you can. Be a good girl, okay? Make me cum."

And you did, you squeezed around him, arching and whining, moaning right beside his ear, in the process, cumming yourself, yet again.

When his movements stilled, you both were out of breath, leaning on each other's shoulder.

" I'll run you a bath, okay." Jack asked in a silky smooth voice, the deep cracks still making you shudder.

" Yeah, that would be nice."

#jack harlow #fanfic #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n

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brainr0t-landfill · 2 months

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🌃Mercurial

ghoap x male reader

Chapter Two: Hunger

"...you had these compelling magnetized eyes you must've lost when you got older."

-The Taxpayers, I Love You Like An Alcoholic

(tw: aftermath of violence, poverty, alcohol, implied past addiction)

It started in an alleyway your aching back against the cold bricks, blood from your nose ruined three times over slowly dripping onto your lap, staining threadbare jeans, headlights occasionally blinding your left eye.

You don't look around, you keep your dry, itchy eyes on the filthy floor wondering if they'll finnaly fire you for missing work tomorrow or showing up looking like a battered street cat, you wonder if you'll be able to keep the lights on with whatever measly savings you've got left, you wonder if mom will clear out the basement for you, you wonder if you'll need the E.R if you can even afford that.

The thought of prescription pain meds brings about that familiar spike of excitement, of desperation you thought you had burried a while ago but it's short lived. Your head is fuzzy, almost cloudy with the rush of the recent bar brawl, if you can even call it that when in reality it was little more than you running your mouth in a place you knew not to when in reality it was you getting battered and thrown out of your fifth pub in this town. This is what happens when you stay in one place for too long, you get restless, you get mean. İt's no excuse, it's just how you are.

You hear footsteps approaching and before you can look up a hand is under your scruffy chin lifting your face up.

The first throughout in your head is 'He's beautiful' and he is. Blue eyes and thick baby cow lashes, a well sculpted face, overgrown stubble, thick shoulders and a surprisingly fitting mohawk.

"Ye alive laddie?"

He asks, thick accent and scotch on his breath but all you can focus on us the scar curled like a snake nestled in the scruffy stubble of his chin then you notice the other man behind him, taller or at least you think he is, you can't tell where he ends and the shadows begin untill a headlight passes over, illuminating a juvenile skull mask, thick shoulders, wide arms straining against the sleeves of his jacket.

He seems like a guardian angel, like the grim reaper himself.

"Yeah, thanks mate,"

You groan throat scratchy and dry as you pull yourself up, no energy to dust yourself off as you pat his shoulder.

"Looks like ye could use some help, we'll drop ye off."

You shake your head instinctively

"Nah, thanks, not my first, 'be fine."

He frowns, it's akin to a pout and you're stuck with the thought that he can get anything he wants when he does that.

"Nah, yer in no state to be walkin' home by yeself, plus we insist, don't we?"

He turns to the man behind him who shifts either nervous or stiff and nods.

"Yeah, we do, c'mon."

His words are clipped, voice gravell not that much of a contrast to the other man's like sniew and heartstrings.

You haven't got much left to lose and help is always appreciated -never really deserved - so against whatever better judgement you've got left you let them hold you up by the shoulders and half march, half drag you home.

They're strong, much stronger than you and they carry you with an ease that embarrasses you, you do your best to not look desperate between them, not look needy.

The first one -John- fills the awkward air with small talk and jokes, the other one watches as if he's thinking you through, writing down the pros and cons and although you slur and stumble through your words and laugh way too much you dare to think a favourable judgement has been passed on you when you wake up to a band aid on your busted bottom lip and a note with two numbers on it signed John and Ghost.

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vshthestmpede · 1 year

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please, don't go - romantic wolfwood + platonic sibling!vash

wc; 725

cw; near-death experience, guns, canon violence

note; a little more angsty than my usual works but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! any sort of criticism is always welcome <3

cross-posted to ao3

"c'mon, stay with me."

you groaned loudly as there was some pressure placed on your abdomen. you wanted to push whoever was on you away and curl up but you could barely move.

"(name), please, open your eyes," a soft voice pleaded somewhere to your right. vash. you didn't even realize your eyes were closed but you did as asked, squinting at the harsh sunlight. "okay, that's a start, good. okay. alright."

he was panicking. you slowly turned your head to look at him and attempted to give him a reassuring smile but he couldn't calm down while his eyes darted between yours and the blood gushing from the bullet wound in your stomach.

"where the hell is wolfwood with the bandages?" meryl cursed, doing her best to keep her hands steady as she kept applying pressure. "don't worry, (name), it's going to be okay. he should be back any second."

she had hastily added that last part when you looked around and realized that your lover was nowhere to be seen. your heart dropped when everything caught up to you all at once: the fight, pushing nicholas out of the way, taking the bullet that was meant for him.

"n-nico." you tried to sit up but the combination of vash, meryl, and the excruciating pain forced you to lay back down. "is he okay?"

"he's fine, (name)! healed and dandy like always," meryl promised you, holding a hand up to vash to try and calm his nerves. "like i said, he should be back any -"

"BANDAGES." you flinched as a door slammed open and hurried footsteps came towards you. "oh my god that's so much blood."

meryl grabbed the bandages from him and began to work on patching you up, muttering something under her breath. wolfwood settled on your left, frantic hands running through your hair.

"the hell were you thinking?" he asked and you shrugged. "you think yelling and tackling me was a good idea?"

"you're okay, are you not?" you prompted and he sighed. "then i'm fine with my decision."

"i'm not too happy about it," vash piped up but you waved him off.

nicholas pulled a handful of vials from the inside of his jacket, holding him up. "you see these? these mean bullets are pretty much useless against me, my star. which means all this -" he gestured to your bleeding body "- was heroic, yes, but not needed."

"totally necessary," you concluded. "i think i totally took that guy off guard, too. made it easier for you guys to beat him."

nicholas chuckled. "well, yeah, screaming like a lunatic would throw anyone off their groove."

meryl finally got off of you, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "you should be good for now, (name), until we can get to a medic so they can get the bullet out. just. . .keep laying there for a bit, okay? i really need to wash my hands."

"thanks, meryl," you called as she shuffled away. "vash, go make sure she gets some rest."

vash pouted. "but i - my sibling just got shot and now they're sending me away. what a life."

"i got them, needle noggin," wolfwood reassured. "you'll be the first i call for if anything happens."

"fine, fine." vash pushed himself to his feet and, after giving you one more look, followed meryl.

"so, are you going to start referring to me as your personal knight in shining armor?" you teased, earning you a laugh and a kiss on the forehead. "on a serious note: you know i'd do anything to keep you safe, right?"

nicholas hummed, his lips trailing chaste kisses down your face until they reached yours. it was like that kiss brought all the energy and life back to your body as you reached up and cradled his face, running your thumb over his cheek.

he pulled away slowly and you realized there were tears running down his face.

"nico -"

"i know you'll go to the ends of the planet for me," he whispered, voice cracking a little as he sniffled, "but please, my star, stay with me forever. don't die for my sake. we have so much we need to do, so much to see. promise me."

"i-i promise." you nodded, wiping his tears away. "i'm not going anywhere, nico. i belong here, right with you."

#trigun #trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #meryl stryfe #vash the stampede

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the-old-witch-writes · 1 year

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Random Luffy Headcanon (18+/NSFW, modern/college au, Luffy x nerdy!afab!reader)

a/n: this was supposed to be for Six Sentence Sunday but it turned into a thing that is not six sentences lmao.

i swear to God, i actually am normal about this boy—but i know many of you aren't. and that's enough to enable me.

content warnings: sexual content, mild choking, mild sadist!Luffy, me inserting/continuing my sadist!Luffy agenda, luffy realizes he has a glasses fetish and he's totally normal about it 😏

feel free to buy me a coffee, if you can or want!

~~~

not much turns Luffy on. he isn't typically turned on by most of the usual things that get people going—so when it comes to you, his sexuality is super unpredictable. in fact, you're more likely to melt from desire than he is.

oh, he's always willing to do things with you—he loves you, and he finds it adorable whenever you ask him to get intimate, especially if you get all shy and blushy (it tickles something deep and dark inside him)—but he rarely goes feral in his arousal. he will not become the type of boyfriend who will go full caveman on you, let alone in front of all your friends and peers. he will not be the sort who randomly drags you into a closet or an empty classroom or one of the abandoned clubrooms in the student union to fuck you dumb against the wall, because something about you just left him hard as a rock.

he is not that type of boyfriend—until he is.

it all began when, on a random day, you walk onto campus wearing those.

you don't even need them most of the time, they're mostly for reading. they aren't particularly elegant like how most "sophisticated" glasses look, all narrow and catlike and making you look older than you are. they are huge lenses that make your already doe eyes look bigger, with this frame consisting of black with blue & pink flowers. unlike the stereotype, when most people see you with them, they don't think "student prodigy nerd". in fact, you look kind of dorky.

that's why it doesn't hit Luffy right away. he actually belly laughs in your face and calls you a dork, shifting quickly to giggles as he appeases you and your pout with sweet kisses. for weeks afterward, that's how your interactions go, for the most part. he calls you his "dork", you protest cutely, and he gives you kisses to reassure that yes, you dork, i still love you and your nerd glasses.

and for the most part, it's all normal.

...until it isn't.

it happens during a study session in his dorm.

Luffy has always been a shitty student. fortunately, you are just smart and articulate enough to explain concepts in a way that he understands, especially for one of the few classes you two share. you are right in the middle of explaining something—your voice trailing off as your interest in the subject makes you go off tangent, information from your own personal studies—and Luffy takes the time to watch you, his mouth spread into a warm smile as his eyes lid over while leaning his chin on the heel of his palm. at this point, he's completely lost on what you're talking about, but he finds your voice so soothing and sweet, no matter what. he takes in how your cheeks flush with excitement over the topic, how the words rush out of your perfect mouth in your passion, how your eyes just get this sparkle behind your—

suddenly, he goes completely still, his eyes going wide. although it might look like he's frozen, his blood is suddenly running so hot—rushing to spread a flush from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears and then dip right down to his suddenly very throbbing cock. his mouth begins to water, his throat starts to ache for something to relieve his thirst, and his breathing becomes harsh and deep.

have your eyes always looked so...pretty, when you got like that, all sparkly and wide with wonder and intelligence? were you always this painfully beautiful, overwhelmingly hot?

oh. oh, fuck, Luffy thinks with a hard swallow, his eyes watching as you adjust your glasses—which had begun slipping down your nose—and he lets out a little groan from his throat as the lens glints in the sunlight seeping in from the window, somehow further emphasizing the beauty in your eyes. sweat begins to bubble along the back of his neck, then slowly drips to dampen his red shirt as he finds it impossible to look away from you, your face, your eyes, those fucking glasses—

then you're turning to him and you pause, blinking wide eyes.

"Uh...Luffy? You okay?"

Luffy stares at you, the hand he was leaning on moving to rest on the table and clench into a tight fist.

"Ah, o-oh my g—Luffy!"

he lets out a little growl while sinking his teeth into the back of your knee, nearly at the meat of your thigh. then he licks the spot in a near apology, his mouth spreading into a smirk against your skin as he keeps slamming inside you. Luffy watches you with dark, lidded eyes as you keep falling apart for him, your little pussy so wet and messy already, he can already taste how close you are.

he sees you with your arms stretched above your head, your hands grasping at the edge of the table beneath you. most of your clothes are already on the floor, leaving you only in that button down shirt that he tore apart, leaving your tits out and bouncing deliciously from the force of his thrusts. your whole body is flushed and littered in marks from his teeth and tongue, especially along the slope of your neck. he takes in how you throw your head back, how your swollen lips part to release those broken moans of his name and profanities from the depths of your throat. and then, of course, there are your glasses. the lenses fogged, the frames tilted on your face, half on and half ready to fall to the floor.

Well, that won’t do, Luffy thinks with a frown. he pauses briefly in his thrusting.

dazed, you watch him and stammer out, “H-hey, what’re you...?”

“Just fixin’ ‘em,” he rasps, placing his free hand—the one not holding your leg over his shoulder—on your glasses to adjust them. when they're back on your ears, the alignment straight again, he grins. “There we go! Much better.”

you blink through fogged lenses, confused. but then you see how Luffy’s grin grows, like a wolf stalking you through the woods, and you moan at how he looms over you, your leg folded and still thrown over his shoulder.

“Gotta make sure my best girl can watch me stuff her full, yeah?” Luffy says, his voice a deep rumble and his dark eyes boring into yours. you swallow, feeling suddenly nervous under the direct eye contact. but when you try to turn away, he places a hand over your throat and squeezes lightly, his thumb pressing right under your chin. and you know you should feel afraid of him squeezing the breath out of you, but his touch just goes right to your throbbing clit, makes you clench around him with a dark want.

Luffy’s grin turns crooked, amused, as he starts moving again, your gaze unmoving from his.

“That’s it, baby. Keep those pretty eyes right on me and only me.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece smut #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #smut #nsft #18+#mdni #luffy x reader smut

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nanqmies · 1 year

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(Late) Halloween Headcanons w Toji

ftm reader implied!

tw : slight degradtion, cumflation, breeding kink, creampie, clothed sex, modern au, daddy kink, overstim, slight dumbification?, toji is a good father

wc : 0.8k

not beta read so there might be mistakes !

sfw~

Toji wouldn't give a shit about the holiday unless you did, he'd sigh and go shopping for halloween decorations and candy with you. If you take him to get pumpkins he WILL be annoyed if you ask him which ones to get

"They all look the fuckin same anyways." he rolls his eyes at you.

He is surprisingly good at carving pumpkins, way better then you. He does laugh at you if you mess up but he'll help if you pout. His is detailed and and look nice, spooky faces and characters are carved on the skin. Your pumpkin is a little derpy and more cute next to his. He'll tell the trick or treaters that you made the nice looking ones just to make you feel better.

Megumi is excited to have his sleepover and go get candy with Nobara and Yuji , hes dresses as a wolf with fluffy ears and a tail with his pumpkin basket.. You can't help but kiss his chubby cheeks all over and fill your gallery with pictures. "Look at you! Oh you look so adorable!" you coo, leaving pecks all over his face, his hands placed on your shoulders, Toji grins at the both of you. "You're smothering him again.."

He wants to scare the trick or treaters while he gives out candy, his costume is very different compared to yours. Your costume is cute while he used too much fake blood on his.

When Gojo takes Gumi out to trick or treat with his friends in his cute costume, you both put on your owns. Toji of course wanted to scare the kids with his, he wore a jason mask and had a fake machete to scare them. You sigh at him as the kids were too scared to take the candy out the bowl so you had to give them handfuls yourself.

Toji would constantly try to sneak some pieces of candy while you weren't looking so you would have to swat his hands away every time he reached in for one. He frowns at you when he pops a piece of chocolate in his mouth and you roll your eyes again. “Don’t eat all the candies they're for the kids!" you say, glaring at him. He shrugs in response and grabs one more before leaving you there without a word.You huff and cross your arms as you watch him go back inside.

nsfw under the cut~

It's 8pm when your candy bowl is empty, you walk back into the house to refill but Toji stops you. He pulls you to the couch and shuts the front door, kneeling behind you.

His big hands grab the fat of your ass through your tight outfit, you groan from the roughness and pull out of his grip. "I need to give out the rest of the candy.." you whine trying to get away from his grasp, he only laughs and presses his hard on on your ass, "You think you can run away after being dressed like this?"

Pulling your bottoms to the side and stretching your sex around his thick fingers, hitting spots you'd never be able to yourself, "Teasing me like that, dressing up all slutty so i'd fuck you hm?" He bites the shell of your ear, licking down to your throat. "You want that so bad? So bad you'd dress up like this?" He whispers harshly, pumping his fingers faster, "So I could fuck ya right here? Right now?" You pant and nod your head quickly, bucking your hips against his hand, feeling the pressure building in your tummy.

You cum atleast twice before he finally entires your abused hole, his fat tip pushing into you with ease as he kisses your neck. He grips your hips harder as he starts thrusting slowly, you gasp and let him know how good it feels. It doesn't last for long before he starts fucking you roughly, the grip around your hips getting tighter everytime his pelvis smacks against your ass. "Daddy's gonna breed his little slut yea?" he moans out, kissing the side of your neck roughly, "Mhm… Daddy.. m-more please!" you moan out, grabbing at the couch to hold on to something. "Please!" you whimper, tears running down your cheeks while your eyes roll back. Toji keeps pounding into you, your walls clenching against him each time he goes in deep, his hand digging into your hips.

You cum again and again as Toji fills you up full with his warm cum, he pants as his orgasm washes over him once again. He pulls out, his previous loadx dribble out before pushing it back in."This one will take.." he breathes, rubbing your bloated tummy. Your eyes flutter closed humming softly in response, "All breeded full for me.. Maybe we'll give Gumi a sibling.." he pecks your lips gently.

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olivyh · 2 years

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Haircut- Ruggie Bucchi x reader (Little bit of angst)

Publishing stories that I either wrote a while back or started writing and never got around to finish. May do a part 2 to some of these if I have time. Self-indulgent Ruggie fic because he has always been one of my fav twst characters and has been on my home screen for the greater part of two years ;;;; he has so much unexplored depth that people tend to look over and I would really like to write a character study on him (that along with a study on Kalim, and maybe a further study on their friendship dynamic...)(I've been doing a lot of analyzing and interpreting metaphors in my classes,,, the lines between school and hobby are blurring aaahhhh)

TW: Poverty, a little bit of blood but not a lot, injury, insecurity, absent parents, death

Ruggie nervously runs his hands along the now shorter, nearly shaved sides of his head, the fluff that ran between his ears and down the back of his head much more prominent and fluffed out. His ears twitch at the sudden summer breeze, unused to being so open to the elements. He no longer has to blow his bangs out of his eyes, the brown that was once a small portion of his hair now making up the majority, the blonde only coming out when he pushes his hair back with his hand.

His hair had never been cut so close to the sides, never been so short before. He keeps catching himself rubbing his hands over the short strands. Even when he was younger and had to cut it, his grandmother would always leave it a little on the shaggier side, cutting it so that he could see and it didn't cover too much of his neck.

It all started when he was about to return to NRC after spending the duration of summer break in his hometown, picking up extra hours because he didn't have to worry about homework, tutoring the neighborhood kids, and helping his grandmother around the house just as he had before he had to go to school. At some point, it got in his eyes so often that he had to continually tie it back out of his eyes, a short, flower like tuft atop his head with spiky strands sticking out of the sides and the rest of his hair cascading down the back of his neck, another hair tie going to putting that in a small ponytail.

He came home that night, sweaty, tired, and thoroughly worn out from the day. He collapsed on one of the wooden chairs that was in the kitchen, sighing as his grandmother walked in, laughing.

"What...?" He frowns, looking up at the woman.

"Ya look like a show horse," His grandmother holds him close, taking both the ties out and watching as his hair falls around his face, completely obscuring his eyes and draping down his neck. "Don't'cha think you should cut it?"

"Ya think I should?" She hums, detangling the strands with her claws as Ruggie sighs and leans into her comforting touch, allowing his eyes to slip closed as she fixes his hair. She pulls away, cupping his face in her hands and blowing on his face, making him squirm.

"Bibi..." He whines as she pulls away, ducking into one of the cabinets under the sink and rummaging around. "Let me get whatever you're lookin' for, I don't want ya to get hurt-"

She huffs, standing from her position with a groan as she brushed off her skirt, old scissors in hand. "Sit." He does as she says, a little unnerved by the familiar look of determination in her eyes as she brandished the object. "Don't you wanna look put together for your little friend back on campus?"

"Friend...?" He flushes.

"The one you're tryin' to court," She says matter-of-factly as Ruggie feels some of his hair be lifted and he hears the familiar snip of the scissors, watching the sandy strands fall to the ground in thick chunks. The blush creeps up his neck and he pouts.

"Bibi, it's not like that at all!" He winces when she grabs both sides of his head and moves him so he's sitting up straight. "They're just a friend of mine, promise."

"Do not lie to me, mister," She says. "I raised you since you were a minute old, I know ya too well for you to try playin' these tricks on me!"

"Right..." He sighs, staring at his clenched fists that sit in his lap. "It's not gonna get anywhere, though. They don't like me like that." He feels a rush of sadness, his heart aching as their smiling face flashes in their mind, quickly followed by the familiar burn of envy when he thinks about them being with anyone else. Nobody had treated him with such kindness before, nobody had listened to his story in earnest, taken in every detail and attached it to his character rather than just writing him off as a petty thief from the slums.

But even more importantly... nobody else had seen past that. Nobody else had looked him in the eyes and told him that where he came from didn't define his worth, didn't define who he was as a person. That yes, it was a part of him, but it wasn't him.

He was more than a petty thief, more than the slums, more than a deceased mother and absent father. He was Ruggie, and that's all they cared about.

Maybe that's why they were able to capture his closed off heart so easily.

"What makes ya think that?" His grandmother interrupts his train of thought, continuing to cut through his coarse hair, the strands making his neck and back itch until it's nearly unbearable.

"I..." He pauses. "They're smart, and strong, and kind. I-I wouldn't wanna drag them down with me, y'know? They... they deserve more than that."

"If they were really worth this much of your attention, they wouldn't be the kind of person to care about all that," She was right, Ruggie knew that. The prefect wouldn't care to live the kind of life that he had to live, but he didn't want them to. As much as it pained him to say, he wanted for them to not have to fight to live anymore than they already are in Ramshackle.

With a stab of pain to his heart, he realized that he would rather them marry someone like Kalim or Leona- someone with status, wealth, someone that could take care of them and keep them safe, keep them comfortable and happy for the rest of their life.

His grandmother sighs. "If they care about you this much, they'll accept everything about you."

"I-I don't know if they actually care," His gut twists at the thought of them liking him back- a mix of anxiety and excitement that makes him sick to his stomach. He knew it was a lie, though. Of course they cared for him. Of course, after everything they've done...

"They do. They stuck with ya during the Magshift match, didn't they?" She pushes his head down, cutting off another layer of hair from the back. His mind flashes back to that day, the intolerable pain of his throat and lungs being turned to sand, watching parts of his own arm crumble to bits and fall to the ground with drops of his own blood dripping into the dry dirt. And, of course, the prefect pulling him away from Leona, dragging him to safety and holding him in their lap as they tried to get his lungs to function normally, using their blazer to block his face so he wouldn't breathe in any more dust than he already has.

"Breathe, Ruggie," He remembers hearing their soft, shaking voice in his haze, hand rubbing the sides of his throat. "Breathe, please."

And, of course, the other times. Giving him their lunch when they 'weren't hungry', working with him in the Lounge and helping him fight off unruly customers, doing laundry with him, sitting with him while he cried on his eighteenth birthday, the familiar guilt of his life being traded for his mother's filling his heart as it does every year.

They cared. They cared more than anyone besides his grandmother had. That's what scared him the most.

"Listen, kipenzi," The woman's normally gruff voice is soft, taking on a tone that he heard often when he was a little kid. "This person means a lot to ya, I can tell," She resumes, now standing in front of him and cutting his bangs, making him wrinkle his nose and hold in a sneeze. "You're a smart boy, open your eyes and see what's really happening."

"I know I'm bein'..."

"A boy in love. That's what you're bein' right now," She chuckles, taking the hair on the sides of his head off in thick chunks, going shorter than she had with the front and back of his hair. "I know you're not the kind of person to do these things without thinkin', or without fightin' it as much as you can. You've been that way since you were a little boy, y'know?" She chuckles and he closes his eyes, feeling tears well up behind his eyelids. "You're smarter than that, and I know that you know what you're doing."

"I don't-" His voice breaks and he fights the urge to sniffle. Ruggie's face flushed a light pink in embarrassment, crying over a school crush in front of his grandmother, who simply hushes him and wipes his tears with her thumb.

"You do know. You just have to be more confident. I know you can do that. You're my strong, confident little boy," She kisses the space between his eyebrows. "And ya always have been, nobody can change that fact."

"How can I...?" He gulps, trying to hold in his sniffles as she finishes cutting his hair, placing the scissors on the table and pulling him in for a hug, lightly pushing his face into the crook of her neck as he tried to control his breathing, the feeling of doubt that he's become quickly accustomed to muffling any coherent thought he could piece together.

"Do what you always do. That's what attracted them in the first place, no?" He nods as she backs away and hands him a small mirror. He smiles as he looks at his reflection, rubbing the sides and laughing at the rougher texture, playing with his bangs and shaking out the extra hair that may have gotten caught.

He's pulled back to the present, standing in the courtyard brimming with students, new and old. He recognizes some familiar faces; Riddle lecturing some of his new arrivals, the Octavinelle trio practically scaring their new students half to death, Kalim excitedly showing some students around, Epel from Spelldrive club last year adjusting the crown given to the Dorm Leader of Pomefiore every year, Ortho, now donning the Ignihyde Dorm Leader uniform, and the new Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader of Diasomnia, Silver and Sebek, the latter of the two yelling so loud that Ruggie was sure that even the non beastmen could hear him from where he was standing.

His heart leaps when his eyes land on the Prefect, grinning and giving them a wave.

"So," He practically runs up to them, nudging them with his shoulder. "How was summer vacation with the Headmaster?"

They chuckle in response. "Short lived. He sent me to Crewel's after the first two weeks." Ruggie frowns at that, sighing dramatically.

"Oh how terrible~!" They punch him lightly and he laughs. "You seem pretty normal, though, so you weren't tortured or forced to be one of his dogs or anything."

The Prefect nods in response. "You seem pretty normal too, except," They smile, and he feels his heart soar at the sight. "Nice haircut. Trying something different?" He shrugs.

"It's my third year, y'know? Gotta switch things up," He, as if on instinct, pushes his hand along the side of his head.

They smile. "It's cute," He pauses, nearly choking on air as he fights the blush from creeping across his face. "I'm gonna miss the old fluff, though."

"It's still fluffy on top," He simpers, ducking his head. They take the hint and, although hesitant, run their hands through the longer part on top. He bites back a hum of contentment as he feels their delicate touch run along his scalp, brushing over the nearly bare sides before dropping off his head- much sooner than the hyena would have liked.

They smile at him before opening their mouth to say something else, cut off by their first year- well, now second year- friends.

"Prefect! Over here!" The prefect waves at them before turning back to Ruggie. "Hey, so, I have to run. But lets hang out soon, okay? Especially now that you don't have to babysit Leona," They both laugh at that. "See you later, Savanaclaw Dorm Leader."

"Y-yeah, bye!" He watches them run to the former first years, suddenly excited for the school year that lays ahead of him. With a pep to his step, he strides back to the mirror chamber, already planning to decide how he was going to confess.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst headcannons #ruggie bucchi twst #ruggie bucchi x reader #twst ruggie #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst angst #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfiction

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funnywormz · 10 months

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please “you know when i was little, i always thought my toys would come alive when i’m not around like they would in Toy Story. i still think they do.” but with howner lol

"You know, when I was little, I always thought my toys would come alive when I wasn't around like they do in Toy Story. Sometimes I still think they do."

"What?"

She's grinning at him. Blood trickles down from the gash in her skull to stain her teeth red. It's not a friendly smile. She's mocking him, speaking of things he doesn't understand. He grunts softly. "When were you ever little? You're not a guest. And I certainly can't imagine you playing with toys."

In the past he wouldn't have dared to be this blunt with her, for fear of her wrath. She just laughs at him, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, there's plenty you don't know about me, dear. And I still play with toys!" Her hands snake around his arm, her fingers long, nails like claws. Her voice deepens to a purr. "You and the others are like my little toys, of course."

There's no argument or rebuttal to be made, so he just grumbles. His heart still beats in his chest, fluttering like a caged bird, and he can feel his face flushing with heat. Usually he resents his decay, but he resents this even more. Especially since he knows she notices it.

"I suppose we're your toys come to life, then?"

"Oh darling, I wouldn't exactly call it life." She giggles. "And anyway, you can't really be anywhere where I'm not, where I can't see you, so it's not really an apt comparison... I wonder what would happen if I left you somewhere that I couldn't see..."

It's not a question, and certainly not one posed to him. The more he thinks about it, the more he's unsure that he can even comprehend being somewhere that she isn't. He has only ever existed under her gaze, inside of her. Part of her, yet separate, a cold reflection of her own vibrant deadly starlight.

"You know, I can't always keep track of myself. Perhaps somewhere there's a version of you I can't see, and maybe he does come to life outside of my gaze." Her voice is quiet. He wets his lips with his tongue, unsure how to respond, or if a response is even required of him. Her blood is soaking his suit, now. It's warm...

"... I'm just a toy, though. This version of me." He ventures.

"Perhaps. I think so, dear." Her eyes refocus on him and she pouts in faux sympathy, patting his arm. "Don't worry yourself too much about it, OK? I can't have you fretting yourself into an existential crisis."

She giggles again. Whatever strange thoughtful moment it was that had passed over her, it's gone again now. "You don't even know what Toy Story is, do you? Perhaps I should let you three watch a film or two sometime. It could be good for you. Give you something to relate to the guests over."

"I would rather not... Relate to the guests." His lip curls in disgust at the thought. "And where are the other two? Usually the Manager would be at her desk, but she's..." He looks around. He hadn't even thought about where he was before now, or the appearance of the lobby, but suddenly he's noticing it, like the world is coming into focus around him.

The lobby is a large wooden room tonight, with stone floors and a crackling hearth in a brick fireplace. The walls are lined with shelves. He can't see a desk, or a closet door. The realisation sends a cold shiver down his spine, one he can't fully explain. All along the shelves, dolls and toys stare down at him. They're completely still, and yet there is intent behind those beady eyes which twinkle in the firelight.

Her blood on his suit has gone cold.

She isn't beside him anymore. She's perched in a decadent armchair by the fireplace, her blood running down the armrests. Below her, on the stony floor, three dolls stand in a circle. He hates himself for it but he pads quietly to her side, like a loyal dog.

The dolls are nutcrackers, with staring eyes and huge teeth and fluffy beards glued to their wooden skin. As he watches, they shift and creak and begin to walk.

Soon they're stiffly marching up and down in bodies which were not made for movement, and yet move regardless. The wood of their bodies buckles and cracks, shedding splinters on the ground. Their jaws clack and judder with the movement.

"Why do you make them walk?" He says, suddenly, in a voice so quiet and distant it almost surprises him. "Why not let them just be toys?"

She turns to face him. She's rotting now. Her blood is coming in intermittent thick black spurts, and her lower jaw is slack, her blue dress slick with fluid and loose around her caving body. Dimly he is aware of his own decay setting in. His skin is shrivelling and pulling away from his teeth, his hair falling to his feet to expose the ivory of his skull. He can hear her speaking, but her jaw doesn't move.

"I think it's fun when they move, darling. It's entertaining."

The wooden legs of one of the nutcrackers snap under its unnatural movement, and it falls. It jitters and writhes on the ground, like a beetle stuck on its back.

"Can't you see it's hurting them, though?" He bristles. His own legs are beginning to crumble under his weight and he grips the armchair to stay upright. "Why would you give life to something that wasn't made for it, something that can't cope with it?"

Slowly she reaches over to him, stroking his cheek gently. "Oh, dear..."

Her face splits into a grin. His vision tunnels, fading into blackness. "Because it's ever so fun to watch them break, of course."

#SORRY THIS GOT LONG #this is a first draft so it's probably bad.#idk how the hotel has watched toy story but she contains many mysteries #sorry anon i have no idea if this was what you wanted but i had fun writing it anyways #the hotel #the hotel podcasts #z writing #drabbles #howner #the owner #madam hotel #the hotel herself

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fangaminghell · 1 year

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I wanted to write something in regards to Leo, so here it is! Major trigger warning: lots of self-loathing and inner homophobia are portrayed by some of the characters near the end. It's not a total reflection of who these characters are, but rather what Leo thinks they view him as. But still, lots of negative thoughts in this one, so if that stuff triggers you, please don't read! With all of that being said....

" Raya! Raya, look!" A young Leo, hair still black, focuses his energy on a single rock. After a few grunts, the rock starts to float slightly above the ground. Suraya, much younger as well, gasp and dashes over to her little brother, wrapping her arms around him in a giant hug.

" Oh Leo, you did it! I'm so proud of you!" The sudden impact of the hug made Leo lose focus, causing the rock to fall to the ground.

" Ra-ya!" Leo pouts as his sister squishes their cheeks together, " You made me lose focus!"

" Whoopies~. Sorry, Leo! I'm just so proud!" Suraya giggles. Leo rolls his eyes, but happily returns his sister's living embrace. His soul feels warm and safe. How long has he felt like that?

----

" Wait?! What do you mean you can't go?!" Leo huffs, watching his older sister pace back and forth in her room. They're both a bit older now, with Leo's black hair now having slightly dyed tips.

" I'm sorry, Leo!" Suraya says,still pacing back and forth gathering different times from her room. She isn't looking at him. " But you know how mom and dad are about my training! I have to-"

" Maintain the family legacy, I know," Leo grumbles, crossing his arms as he glares diem at the floor. Suraya stops pacing and finally look at his younger brother. She sighs, but walls up to him with a reassuring smile.

" Hey, don't worry! Once my training is done, I'm totally free! We can hang out all we want then. But until then, why not go hang out with your friends?"

Leo almost wanted to laugh. Friends? Please. Those people are beneath him in every sense of the word....well. Except Micah.

" Okay...." Leo relents, and his sister's smile grows bigger.

"Yay! Thank you , Leo,I promise we'll hang out once I get this training done!" She gives him another hug, one that goes he hasn't gotten in a while,but quickly let's go.

" Oh shoot, I have to go. See you later, Leo!" And with that she runs out of her room. She was just there, but Leo already misses her.

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He feels heavy. So heavy. And is in so much pain. The pain of everything: his family, his lost friends, all of his mistakes, are just screaming at him , tearing him down. He can't breathe. He can't breathe, he can't -

" First you slack off on your duties, making us look like fools, but now you come to like men?! You are not my son," his Dad hisses, filled with venom.

" Oh Leo, where did I go wrong?" His mother sighs, and he can hear beginning to sob, " Where did I go wrong in raising my son?! Oh, why must he be such a disappointment," his mom continues to sob and his body feels even heavier, tears starting to swell.

" I'm sorry!" He cries, " Mom, dad, I'm so sorry, I'll be better-"

" Better? You? Please," Leo's blood turned cold. Micah.

" You're just saying that to lift the guilt of your shoulders. You will never change, Leo. I'm proof of that,". Against everything, Leo tries to shake his head. He tries to say ' I am getting better, I know I am!'. But Micah catches on top quickly. His face seeths with rage.

" NO?! ARE YOU TRYING TO DENY ALL THAT YOU'VE DONE?! ALL THE PAIN YOU CAUSE?! ARE YOU REALLY THAT SELFISH?!" Micah yells and berates, and soon the entire room that Leo is in erupts in noise. So many voices. So many voices tearing him apart, telling him how wrong he is, how much he failed. He tries to cover his ears, his tears rapidly falling as he tries to apologizes

" I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll be better, I'll be a better son, a better friend please I'm sorry I'm sorry-"

The room is suddenly silent. No voices. No yelling. Just him. Leo slowly lowers his hands from his ears, looking around the vast emptiness around him. Nothing. At least. Not at first.

" You really are something else , Leo," Raya. She stands a few feet ahead of him. The white haired man tries to get up, to run to her, but his body is too heavy to move. All he could do was stare, as his sister begins to walk.

" You are the most selfish, arrogant person I have ever known,". What? Wait- " All you ever do is mess things up for everyone else. Do you know how troublesome that is?!" This isn't Suraya, it can't be-

Suraya stops in front of him, looking down at him with utter disgust.

"R-raya?" Leo squeaks out, his voice so small,so torn, so pathetic .

" You are such a waste of space. I wish you were never born".

Leo can't breathe.

______

" Sevi? Sevi!!!" Leo's Serperior, Jesse, nudges him as he says suddenly wakes up, gasping for air. Jolting up, he realizes he's alone with Jesse in the wilderness. But his mind can't process anything right now. His breath is uneven and his body won't stop shaking.

" I'm sorry, I'll do better, I'm sorry-" was all he would mutter. Jesse wraps himself around his trainer, gently nudging his face to his and he tries to comfort Leo. Leo, whether he knows it or not, leans into his Pokemon's touch. But he doesn't stop apologizing.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

It isn't until long until Leo falls back asleep. But Jesse is still wrapped around him. Just in case.

#oc: leo ✨#hello! how is everyone doing :D #felt like writing angst i hope it was good #leo....is not okay!#once he finishes his journey he's getting his ass into therapy #pokemon reborn

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Bestie help I watched a play through of "That Dragon, Cancer" and now I'm sad :( can I have some head canons of the boys (2B, Hank, Deimos, Sanford) with a fluffy Grunt s/O? (Just smol and fluffy, probably 4'7)-vibrating anon

Yes, of course you can. Here are your headcanons, hope you're feeling better. :) 💕

Their Reaction to a Short, Fluffy Grunt!Reader ft. Hank, Deimos, Sanford, & 2BDamned

Hank’s height makes him tower over everyone in the group, but the difference between you two is staggering. When at your tallest, leaning up on your tiptoes, you only come up to his lower chest, and you still have to crane your neck to look him in the eyes.

But at least he’s considerate enough to lean down when you want to talk to him, moving his face closer to yours as if to better hear what you're saying. Though, sometimes you'll have to tug him down further if you want to give him a quick kiss (which he's all too happy to accommodate, always quick to tug down his mask to help you with that).

(It’s shocking to everyone else, seeing Hank actually be nice to another person was very weird. Doc thought he was delirious from blood loss the first time he saw this, but no. Turns out he’s just like a lovesick puppy around you. Well, in a Hank-type way at least.)

He’s very fond of your fluffiness, it just makes you cuter to him (not that he’d openly admit it to anyone). He's definitely one to absentmindedly run a hand over you when you're curled into his side. You're just so soft.

In fact, he seems to have some strange fascination with it, and you've received great amusement from the way he'll hyper-fixate on the thicker fluff you have on your cheeks and paws. (His hands will even shake when he cups your face, lightly smooshing your cheeks together while you look at him with a curious expression).

Needless to say, he thinks you're adorable and a part of him internally screams every time he looks at you because he just. Can't. Handle. It.

Deimos, for one, is very vocal about how much he loves your height and your fluff. It makes up like half of what the others hear from him, even when it has no bearing on the current situation whatsoever.

For example, the comms will be on during a mission, like usual, and he and Sanford are on separate ends of the place they're staking out. Complete radio silence except for the few minutes in the beginning when they confirmed that the target hadn't shown up yet. Then suddenly, after three hours of quiet, Deimos will start a conversation: "Hey, San, have I ever told you about how cute"- "Yes, Deimos. You have." (They've had this conversation at least twice on the way here. But Sanford's fine with putting up with it for the most part. He's glad you make Deimos so happy.)

Deimos is very happy that there's finally someone shorter than him in the group, and frequently does things to tease you. He’s the type to hold something above you and laugh when you try to reach it (though he won’t do it if it really upsets you). He just finds the pout you get when he does it really adorable (he has to hold a hand over his face to hide the blush he gets from seeing it).

Another plus to how small you are is that you’re the perfect size to cuddle with, and your fluff just makes it better. He'll nuzzle his face into you and sigh happily, purring as he pulls you closer to him.

He's always been very physical with how he shows affection, he just can't seem to keep his hands off you most of the time. Always petting the fluff and down that covers your arms, rubbing circles and the like over your skin. It's actually quite soothing, and it's very easy to fall asleep when he does it. (Especially if you're comfortably pressed against him while cuddling. His body heat and purrs will do you in if his touches don't.)

Sanford is not as tall as Hank, but the height difference between you two is still very noticeable. Though luckily, it's not to the point where it's uncomfortable to look up to talk to him. (He does find your size to be cute though? You're just so small, it fills him with the urge to protect you from everything.)

He's very courteous about his interest in you; he’ll always ask for permission before touching you (no matter how many times you’ve assured him that it’s okay). He just doesn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.

Once you say that it's alright, he'll carefully smooth his hands over the fluff on your hands, lightly running his fingers up your arms as his focus shifts up to your face. He smiles bashfully when he locks eyes with you for a brief second, running his thumbs softly over the thick fluff on your cheeks. (You have to stifle a giggle at how red he gets when you quickly turn your head and give one of his hands a peck).

While he isn't as physical as others are, Sanford is always incredibly sweet with his affections. He's never seen another fluffy grunt before, so he's actually worried that you might feel self-conscious about that aspect of your appearance. As such, he'll always be the first to assure you of just how beautiful you are. If anything the fluff only adds to it.

2BDamned is curious about you, mainly because he’s never come across a grunt that was fluffy before. Presumably it’s a genetic thing, but even so, he wonders where the trait first originated. Forgive him if he’s too clinical with this, it’s just how he tries to explore things that intrigue him.

Although he does enjoy more hands-on examinations of this feature of yours. He’ll run his fingers over your fluff, looking closely at the way it parts and any layers it has. If he uses these little (rather pointless) inspections as an excuse to ignore his work to spend time with you, it's not like anyone else would find out. So long as he conveniently forgot to report what he was doing, of course.

He finds the feeling of running his hands over you very soothing. It’s a combination of feeling your softness along with the physical touch being a reminder that you're here, safe and away from any danger. He doesn't leave the base as often as the others, and he worries about you when you're away. Having the chance to feel you gives him a rest from that constant anxiety. (You don't mention how his touches linger and how clingy he gets when you return from a mission. It's nice to feel needed.)

Depending on just how fluffy you are, he’ll also ask if he can help with any maintenance that your "coat" might require. He's generally the main person the others go to for finding supplies anyway, and he'll be happy to find any brushes or combs you'd need. Plus, he's a quick learner, and he'll take any chance to be together with you.

As for your size, your height difference with him isn't something that he thinks about often. But it does hit him when he's close to you, and it's something that makes his worry about you worse.

You're formidable, and he doesn't doubt your capability. But he knows how enemies can take advantage of that disparity in combat. As such, he'll make sure all of your weapons are in perfect condition, and he'll get you the best gear possible (custom-made for someone of your height). He knows he can't protect you when you leave, but being able to do this brings him some solace.

#you said s/o so i'm assuming you wanted romantic headcanons #but if I was wrong on this please lmk :)#catch deimos up at 3 am fawning over you to a sleep-deprived sanford #bottom line: fluffy reader is adorable lol #hank j. wimbleton x reader #hank j. wimbleton #deimos x reader #deimos #sanford x reader #sanford #2bdamned x reader #2bdamned #madness combat x reader #vibrating anon #my writing

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rendevousz · 3 years

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niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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