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guaxinimraccoon · 3 years

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jesus christ why-

oh mY DEAR GOD-

FIRST OF ALL I'm SO sorry for taking so damn long to answer those, I've been really really busy and I'm very sorry, I'm doing my best to answer everybody ; o ;

BUT FINALLY let's talk about our big last Euphoria reveal (about four months ago but ok-), where I showed you guys that Alex is Brad's father and Elisa is Toby's mom.

"BUT GUAX WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? HOW?? WHEN??? WHERE??"

SHUSH , CALM YOUR TITS DOWN and let me explain:

Ok, so I'll be putting some links here and there because yes, Alex and Elisa's story is very, VERY connected to Brad and Toby's.

And get ready for a veeeeeeeeeeeeery long post. You were warned.

As you all already know, Alex and Elisa had a troublesome meeting, but eventually got closer to each other, they fell in love yadda yadda yadda BUT their will to get closer to each other, in other words, their relationship brought HUGE consequences.

Yes, they did manage to build a healthy relationship, they were happy, they were fine.

But they were also adults, adults that wanted something serious and concrete, they couldn't spend the rest of their lives as forbbiden lovers.

So Elisa did something literally illegal. She did a potion that was forbidden by the Colony authorities - a shrunken potion - to get closer to Alex.

Those potions were never developed, they're rustic and really antique, so they could do more harm than good or not work at all.

But Alex didn't care, he took the risk and drank the potion to get closer to his girl, the woman that was the love of his life.

The effect of the potion is temporary, so Alex would drink them from time to time whenever he had the opportunity to visit the Colony, spend some time with Elisa and, of course, be a part of her life.

He wasn't just trying to "be like her", he was also trying to be a part of her home. He made friends with her friends, he met her family, he met new imps, new fairies, all of it under his "imp disguise". He even fought for the Colony at it's war times (that is lasting till the current story time). He EVEN presented himself with a more “impish name” - Turk - to make sure people wouldn’t suspect anything.

Of course, people eventually started to ask why didn’t he live in the Colony with Elisa, why did he only showed up from time to time. Alex and Elisa lied, obviously, they told everyone that Alex belonged to a secluded imp tribe that lived walking around the forest as nomads, which made sense since those types of imp communities do exist.

ANYWAY THE POINT IS Alex grew affectioned of those people and with their lifestyle. He started to feel like he was one of them.

And, of course, he was now closer than he ever was to Elisa.

Since they were different species, they never worried about having kids. I’ve never said this before but Alex is a doctor, he knows about this stuff, so he always made sure to reassure Elisa that "they were their own condon" and, as sad as it may sound, they couldn't have kids.

... Or so Alex thought.

You know how tigers and lions can have offspring together? Yeah, it's the same thing.

It's very hard to happen, but they spent YEARS together if you know what I mean so yeah

That's how Alex and Elisa gave birth to their first child: Tobias, the only one of a specie that is a mix between human and imp.

His parents were really worried at first, afterall, they new NOTHING about Toby's condition. They didn't know if he was going to grow as large as a human or if he'd assume imp proportions forever. After some research with his son's blood, Alex found out that Toby was indeed half human and half imp, but he was predominantly physically an imp. That means his biological features are, mostly, imp like: he'd hardly grow as large as a human through his life's course and could live as a normal imp in the Colony. The fact that he showed talent for magic (once he was old enough to do so) and was able to do it just like any other imp in the Colony also made things easier.

Elisa and Alex chose to raise Toby in the Colony, they believed it’d be healthier and safer for him (especially after some events that I’ll be talking about in other posts), although it hurt Alex to pretend that he was an imp to his son and that he couldn’t see him everyday.

Even if they couldn’t see each other everyday, Alex and Toby were very close. Toby loved his daddy very much and was very attached to him.

After five years after Toby was born, Elisa got pregnant again and gave birth to their second child: Bernardo (that’d eventually be nicknamed as “Brad”), one of the two only beings of the specie Alex and Elisa accidently created together.

For preucation, Alex took a bit of Brad’s blood and made some research, just like he did to Toby.

And what he found out wasn’t exactly... relieving.

Brad, just like Toby, was half human and half imp, but he had expressed mostly human features in his physical body. He was as small as a baby imp now, but it was a matter of time until he started to grow very VERY large.

Unlike Toby, Brad couldn’t live as an imp in the Colony and things got very complicated for them.

Alex wanted to leave. He told Elisa the Colony’s community would NEVER accept their youngest, they would never accept Alex and probably wouldn’t accept Toby either. They had to leave that place before they couldn’t hide the truth anymore, even if it cost revealing Toby, a five year old child, that most of his life was a lie.

But Elisa was hesitant. She didn’t want to leave her home, her parents, her friends. She knew Alex was right, they couldn’t stand that play for too long, but how to leave everything she had built behind? How to leave everything she knew as home behind? It wasn’t that easy.

Until something very bad happened.

Remember I said Alex made a few friends in the Colony? So, one of them was Stefan, a experienced fairy soldier that had known Elisa for as long as she was alive. He was pretty much her best friend (even if he was old enough to be her father) and now he was also great friends with Alex.

Stefan is important here. He has a very tragic backstory involving humans. He lost pretty much everything to them: his whole family and his wings, something that meant more than just flying to him.

So, as expected, he hates humans and truly believes that they are nothing more than monsters that try to manipulate you and to get advantage from imp’s and fairy’s magic.

After some years, he started to get very suspicious over Alex. Some things weren’t making any sense anymore and that “nomad imp community” was starting to sound way more like an excuse than the actual truth. He simply didn’t understand what was stopping him to live with Elisa and his sons for once.

So he did some investigation. One day, he followed Alex (that he knew as Turk) out of the Colony, in one of the days he had only come to visit his family. Alex had said earlier that he had to “go back to his own society”. Yeah, right. Stefan was hiding the whole time and followed Alex till a good distane from the Colony’s limits.

And he didn’t get exaclty happy to see his best friend growing impossibly huge out of nowhere.

Stefan now knew the truth: Alex was pretending to be an imp using shrinking potions. He didn’t belong to any nomad imp group, he was a human that lived in his own house and was coming to the Colony to play family with them.

Of course, he didn’t only felt betrayed, but pissed as fuck. Stefan didn’t waste any time: as soon as Alex came back to the Colony he confronted him. Alex tried to explain himself, but they only argued and ended up having a pretty bad fight.

In anger, Stefan didn’t want to hear no more explanations, so he told some of the Colony’s high authorities about Alex’s lies and that they had to do something about it.

The Colony’s Council decided to call Elisa and solve things between imps and fairies only. But they showed her no mercy.

They basically gave her two options: or she’d prove her loyalty to the Colony and would kill her husband and her human son, or the Colony would sentence all of them to death penalty, including Toby and Brad, children that they claimed should have never been born.

Elisa was in shatters. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t kill the man she loved and her baby child, she just couldn’t. She was about to accept the second option, rathering die with her family than killing them, but Stefan decided to help her out.

He wasn’t expecting the Council to be so cruel and he started to regret his decisions the moment he saw how Elisa was worried about her family and how much she loved them, even if they were human. He hated Alex and Brad, but seeing Elisa in excruciating pain over them was impossible for him, so he made up a plan with her to save everybody.

It cost Elisa to trust Stefan, he had told their secrets to the worst people possible, but she had no option aside from accepting his help and following his plan.

The plan was simple: Elisa would tell the Council she’d kill Alex and Brad and would tell Alex that she had changed her mind and that they should leave the Colony as soon as possible now that Stefan knew the truth.

Alex believed her and, after Stefan’s confirmation, so the Council did. The next step was to take Alex and Brad to the Colony’s limits, pretending they were about to leave.

Then it happened.

Elisa made, with Stefan’s help, a huge barrier on the Colony’s frontier that didn’t allowed humans to cross it. It was basically a security method that they never thought it’d be necessary.

But now it was and it wasn’t meant to protect the ones inside the Colony...

Of course, Alex didn’t understand SHIT.

He spent MONTHS returning to the Colony in his shrinking form, trying to find a way to cross the barrier and to get Toby back.

Or to talk to Elisa.

Or to understand.

Or anything.

He just wanted his family.

Eventually, his potions ended and he was left to raise Brad on his own and to never see his wife and oldest son again.

Since then, he hates Elisa. Or at least thinks he does. He’s just deeply mad at her, he doesn’t understand why she left them.

He did everything for her. Denyed his own race, submitted himself to the dangerous effects of a extremely nocive potion which he faces the consequences till this day, did his fucking best to be the best father and husband his family could have-

All this love, all this effort, all this sweat and blood

Wasted.

It took years for him to fully recover. Aside from the health problems the abusive use of the shrinking potions brought, he also became alcohoolic. Because he wasn’t mentally estable enough, neither to take care of himself and of his very very small son, he went to live in his parents house. His family knew about Elisa and the children they had together, his folks actually liked her a lot so it saddened them as well that she simply abandoned Alex and Brad and that they would never see Toby again.

His family didn’t had to worry about Brad’s very little size for too long though, before he was one year old he had already reached his human size.

Anyway, Alex’s family gave him a huge help until he was healthy enough to take care of Brad, the only one left from the family he built.

Back to Elisa, she didn’t told Alex her plan because she KNEW he wouldn’t want to do it. She simply knew Alex would be too stubborn. He’d have wanted to try to escape or to face the Council. Both alternatives would get them all killed.

Toby didn’t understand why his mother did what she did. He was forced to go back home with her, screaming the whole time, saying that they left his father and brother behind while Elisa was crying endelessly.

Stefan came to them eventually and calmed Toby down. His heart broke when he saw Elisa. She was... not okay.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to assist her. He immediatly went to a representent of the Council and took them to Elisa and to the Colony’s frontier to prove that she had done it and did even more than she was suppose to. Of course, not without consequences to her sanity, she had just killed her husband and baby, of course she was in pain.

Nevertheless, the Council confirmed Elisa had done her part and left to leave her alone with the child they let live.

After that, Toby spent weeks returning to that spot of the frontier to look for his dad and brother. No sucess.

As time went by, he eventually forgot about Brad, he was very young when they tore apart and Elisa and Stefan never talked about him nor Alex. All he can remember is that there was a baby in the middle of that mess, but he can’t relate to it.

He kept the memories of his father though, who was closer to him, and till this day he believes he’s alive somewhere and that he can be found. But he has no idea he’s a human and has no idea of his own true nature.

Elisa and Alex miss their respective sons deeply and think about them everyday. They also miss each other very much and the first months after the incident were terribly agonizing for the both of them.

They kept going for the child that had remained for the both of them and raised them apart from each other. Alex never told Brad what happened and so Elisa did to Toby. Like that, none of the brothers knew about the existence of each other.

Until the day Toby was sent, coincidentally, to his “little” brother’s house

And none of them has no idea of this fucking long backstory I just spent four months writing :)

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bokugaos · 3 years

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— Guidance —

pairing: bokuto x f!reader, hinata x f!reader | msby manager!reader

length: 2021w ✧

summary: Someone needs to show Hinata how to treat you right, so Bokuto takes the matter into his own hands.

tw — corruption, exhibitionism, vaginal sex, oral (f.receiving)

Bokuto watches with a frown as Hinata talks to you. He’s still not quite sure what brought you to their training court today, but you seem to be enjoying yourself.

You hem and haw so much over Hinata that it is becoming hard to watch. You talk to him in a delightful manner, hanging off of your arm and turning your ass to him whenever you get the slightest opportunity to do so.

You are ripe for the plucking, but Bokuto notices that Hinata does not go for it. Not for a lack of interest, he assumes; you’re a total beauty, and whenever you’re around, everyone always looks like they’re about to drool right then and there. It doesn’t take a lot of effort for you, as their manager, to get them riled up enough that they set out to practice all on their own just to work off some steam.

You’re so well-behaved and soft-spoken, everything he loves and more. He’d take you in a heartbeat but it is obvious that Hinata has set his eyes on you with a kind of desperation that is pitiful.

Hinata has good intentions, but… he is young. Very inexperienced. He has not the first idea how to treat you so openly vying for a dicking, and it has lost its humor some time ago.

Bokuto takes another chug from his water bottle, slowly wiping the droplets off of his upper lip and the sides of his mouth.

Hinata reaches down, his hand lightly hovering over your hips. You immediately freeze and turn to him, your eyes undecipherable as they look at him—

Hinata flushes slightly. He loses the momentum and quickly takes his hand away again while apologizing. Bokuto slams his bottle down on the surface of the bleachers with a loud crack. The sound distracts you from Hinata, you jump and turn to stare at him as he stands and makes his way over to you, face set in grim determination.

“Hinata.”

“Y-Yes? …”

It is a damn shame. Hinata is not bad-looking by any means and nor is he insecure, but whenever you’re around, he deteriorates into a drivelling idiot.

“I’m gonna help you and show you how this is done.” He reaches out and grabs you by the hand, pulling you away from Hinata’s side and against his own broad chest.

You flail for a second, confused about the new scent invading your senses, but after a reassuring rub of his hand on your shoulders, you calm down fast.

“Uh… Bokuto-san?” is the only thing Hinata says despite his confusion.

Bokuto glances up from you. Hinata is watching you, his pale skin flushed a dark red. His big eyes are on you, watching how your face is pressed against the man’s chest, tucked away shyly.

“You will get her sooner rather than later,” Bokuto grins, trying to calm any hurt pride before it can flare.

Hinata swallows. For now, he seems willing to just sit there on the stool trembling beneath his weight, and to watch what Bokuto will be doing to you.

“She may look small and delicate, but she is not,” Bokuto starts with an indulgent pat to your back. He pulls you again, half lifting and half guiding you around until he has unceremoniously made you bend over and pin you to the table Hinata is sitting at.

“She can take a bit of rough handling and it’s okay. I’m pretty sure she even wants us to.”

He glances down at you, gauging the glassiness of your gaze before reaching down with his free hand and yanking your skirt up.

“There… look at this mess,” he murmurs on a sigh, then clicks his tongue playfully. There’s slick dampening your panties. Hinata leans forward, his hands clasped on his lap as he watches and learns like a good boy.

Bokuto smirks. He palms one of your cheeks to the side and leans down some, inhaling loud and deep.

“Isn’t it a beautiful thing? So cute and barely used… and she smells so good. So… ready.”

You are squirming but you’re neither trying to get away nor telling him to stop it. Some of your hair has slipped in front of your face, giving you at least a bit of dignity while Bokuto purveys you like a piece of meat.

“She wants it desperately. You can tell, can’t you?”

He moves your panties to the side and his fingers over, easily spearing it into your soft opening. Your cunt is soft and pliant; more than ready for cock.

You moan low in your chest. You sound like you’ve finally been able to rest your weary bones after days of walking. Bokuto smirks and slowly starts moving his index and middle finger, idly fucking the you on them while shifting his attention back to Hinata.

The younger’s face is flushed a deep red, his big eyes looking almost painfully bright.

“But… you haven’t asked—” he starts, voice breaking so badly that he falls silent again all on his own.

Bokuto hums and nods. He looks down on you once more, watching how swollen your lips have become. It gets puffy seemingly all on its own; just from a bit of a stretch around Bokuto’s fingers.

As he mulls his words over he begins to open his own slacks—without any hurry. You’re not going anywhere soon.

“She’ll definitely let us know quite clearly if she doesn’t enjoy it.”

He slowly pulls his fingers out and both of them stare as the slick stretches long. There’s just so much of it… Bokuto grabs his cock and starts to slowly slide it over your lips. You seem to freeze when you feel the fat head graze against your slit again and again, but you still don’t try to get away.

“See what I told you? She looks so small and delicate—but you’re sorely mistaken if you think she doesn’t want more.”

There’s not a hitch in his lecture, even when he finally starts to push into the silky hot clutch of your cunt.

Your eyes flutter shut, you’re moaning loud with deep satisfaction. Bokuto opens his eyes and leans over, gently brushing the hair from your face to watch how your eyes are rolling up into your head and your tongue is lolling out. Hinata looks shocked having jerked up from his chair, but Bokuto gestures for him to sit back down.

As the younger man watches, Bokuto begins to slowly fuck you. It does not need a hard pounding to get you delirious and on edge… not when his cock is involved. He has you singing in mere minutes, grabbing desperately at the edge of the table you’re spread out on, babbling for either mercy or for him to give it to you faster and harder.

It’s as if he knows exactly where to aim and releases his arrow with a painstaking accuracy. Hinata realizes that this is definitely not the first time. His mouth goes dry.

“Nothing compares to this,” Bokuto tells him slightly out of breath. He stares him down, not slowing in his efforts to drive you wild with the cock in your belly. “It feels like… heaven. And she will even thank you for it. … Won’t you, pretty girl?”

He looks down at you, huge hand gently petting down your back. He’s not even undressed you

“Th-thank you…” You slur, trembling and legs ready to give up it’s not for the table underneath you.

He tugs at your hair and you easily go up, hand fisted tightly near your scalp. He reaches down and his other hand circles your form and gropes your tits, and you – Hinata really thinks he hears you start to mewl.

Bokuto’s face lights even brighter with delight as he thrusts his hips onto your restlessly. You wince when he tugs you back up as you start to slip, the sudden jerk causing his cock to spear even deeper. Your legs wobble, your entire body kept up by his strong arms around you.

Hinata looks around before adjusting himself in his pants. When he feels a damp spot, he chooses to pull his waistband down just a tad, taking his cock out, face flustered even though Bokuto shoots him a grin. His cock flexes for you, pre-cum pearling at the tip.

Bokuto lets your wrist go and your body falls back on the table. Your face is turned to the side, staring straight at Hinata with your eyes hazy and sleepy looking. Bokuto nudges and you go wherever he wants you; crawling up onto the table and just letting your head hang low while he adjusts you, pulling to the edge of the table. Your legs immediately spread for him and he reaches between your legs for the gleaming puffy lips, before holding his fingers up for Hinata to see just how much of you sweet slick you’re already gushing out.

“You see? She’s well trained. And she never makes a fuss!”

You’d even kiss his toes to thank him if you need to.

Hinata’s pale ears grow dark red now; but he does not take his eyes off of you—beneath Bokuto whose biceps are twitching, spreading your legs to show off the twitching insides of your cunt.

His cock looks obscene flirting with your entrance, and you make a humiliating whimper as you reach for his dick in the haze of your impatience; he’s left you empty for a little too long already.

Hinata is squirming on the spot, cock flexing despite himself, staring at that sweet space Bokuto is occupying while he hammers his cock back inside you.

God, you’re so small… fit so well around Bokuto’s dick… he’s making you scream instead of those little breathy sighs Hinata has fantasized he’d fuck out of you with his careful pace.

He jerks when he realizes your eyes are on him again. Your gaze hooded and unfocused, a small candy pink tongue poking out against the corner of your mouth, doing a hurried swipe across your upper lip.

Hinata realizes now; you’ve been an open book for Bokuto the second he exercises what power he has over you—and he revels in your obedience. And now he’s graciously showing him what and where to read, how to flip the pages the correct way.

You curl your legs around his sturdy waist, pulling him closer to you, all the while without reprieve for your poor abused cunt.

Your fingers are clawing on the desk, your tits bouncing with each rough motion. Your back is arched so high off the surface that your tits are on his wide, muscular chest as he bends down a little and he ruts into you faster than Hinata has seen before, pushing you to your climax.

He is cooing for you, moaning low as it fills the room, but soon his burning golden gaze are fixed on Hinata once again.

He is gloating. Relishes in the power he holds over you.

The way your head is lolled lifelessly to the side, mouth set wide open even after your screams have died down to broken, breathless whimpers.

“And when she’s been a good girl, she gets a treat.” Bokuto exclaims loudly in glee, and you watch with tears welling in your eyes as he leans down to mouth sloppy kisses against your abused cunt. He eats you out with lewd sucking and obscenely slick drags of his tongue, making your moans grow louder as you keep dripping for him, offering everything you have up to him.

Hinata keeps watching with eyes blown wide in satisfaction as Bokuto mounts back up, one of his big hands in the back of your neck, carefully keeping you pinned down and giving him something to brace himself as he fucks into your presented cunt.

You gurgle, toes curling, breath coming in little stutters, and Hinata’s hand increases its pace as he keeps stroking, squeezing his cock.

You look so innocent, but you can take him like a champ.

Hinata is extremely impressed.

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wicked-mind · 3 years

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Read To Me

Summary: Bucky finds a new type of peace when you read to him.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: There might be swearing somewhere because I have the mouth of a sailor. Little tiny bit of drinking. Contains one line from The Hobbit. Fluff and pining.

Note: Not beta’d. Any mistakes are my own. Just wanted to write something quick and fluffy (: there will be a small part two 😉

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Bucky’s sleeping problems were no secret to anybody. Everybody had caught him rummaging around in the kitchen for snacks and beer at some point at odd hours of the night, or awakened with the occasional scream when he had a nightmare. It was one of those sleepless nights where Bucky just couldn’t catch a break that he met you. He had stumbled out of his room to head to the communal kitchen in nothing but grey sweatpants, his dog-tags jingling softly against his chest with every movement. He ran his hand through his untrimmed hair while the other pulled a bottle of beer from the fridge. He popped the metal cap off, discarding it into the trash and leaning against the counter as he took a swing of the beer. It was in the silent moment that he heard your soft voice speaking within the silence of the facility. Bucky pushed himself from the counter, heading quietly towards the source of your voice thinking he would have to apologize for waking another person at the hour of two in the morning. He found you sitting at a desk in an office, back to him. He tilts his head, watching you take apart one of Natasha’s guns and clean it while reading a book in front of you out loud. Bucky gently knocks on the door with his knuckles, not wanting to startle you.

You turned your head to look at Bucky, putting down the gun and clicking a button on your phone that was recording yourself reading the book in front of you. You spun in your chair to look over at Bucky. You had met him a few times before, but since you were the weapons specialist you didn’t go out into the field and instead helped make sure the Avengers’ gear was in tip-top shape for their missions. Your eyes ran over his bar chest for a moment before finally meeting those stormy blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dim lighting, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You ask softly.

Bucky’s lips twitched into a smile for a moment before he looked down. That was usually his line and you stole it right from his lips. He shook his head, leaning against the doorframe and looking back up to meet your gaze, “No, I was up. I thought I might’ve woken you up, came to apologize.” He replies before walking slowly into the room closer towards you, “What’re you doing cleaning at this hour?”

You shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep.” You mumble out, watching every movement that he made getting closer to you, “Figured I’d spend the time cleaning these.”

Bucky nods, lingering for a moment as he thought about what to do before setting his beer down on the desk and pulling up a seat next to yours. He picked up some of the polish and rags before picking up one of the guns and getting to work, “I can’t sleep either so I’ll help you.” He told you with a small smile before looking at the book, “You’re reading a textbook?”

You smile and look down at the textbook labeled abnormal psychology before looking back to Bucky, “Sort of. Peter mentioned he’s having a hard time being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, train, and maintain a life so I offered to record myself reading some of his textbooks so he can listen while he swings through the city at night.” You said with a small chuckle, “Do you mind if I continue reading while we clean?”

“Not at all.” Bucky smiles over to you. Truth was Bucky didn’t really feel like having conversation. It always somehow ended up talking about his past and then it was followed with pity eyes directed towards him. It drove him nuts and he wished he could take the parts of him that were shattered and throw them away so he wouldn’t be looked at like a broken person. He watched you tap record on your phone again before continuing to read the textbook, eventually getting lost in your voice as he cleaned the weapons with you. Eventually he slumped in the chair and fell asleep to the sound of your voice, getting a few hours of the best sleep he’s ever had.

After that night, whenever Bucky heard you reading recordings for Peter, he would come and sit with you. He would help with any task you were doing whether it was cleaning, restocking, or adding new upgrades to the weapons. He loved to just sit and listen to you read, the sound of your voice became his favorite sound and the way you would sometimes glance over and smile at him before continuing pulled at his heart strings a tinge. But what really made Bucky’s heart skip a beat was when he eventually would fall asleep listening to you read, which always happened at some point, he would always wake up with a blanket tucked around him that smelled like you.

One night, Bucky was having particularly bad dreams of him as the Winter Soldier, killing unlucky innocents that happened to witness his horrendous deeds. Every time he closed his eyes he could see them, begging for mercy and saying they didn’t see anything, that they wouldn’t tell anybody. It never worked though, he had strict orders as the Winter Soldier to leave no witnesses. He drug himself out of bed, wondering around the facility to try and calm his mind. It wasn’t until he came across your office, seeing you sitting on the couch against the wall drinking some tea and reading a book that an idea came into his mind. He gently knocked on the door, trying his best to smile over at you.

You tilted your head up to look over at Bucky standing in your doorway, a soft smile appearing on your lips. You noticed the beaded sweat on his skin, knowing it meant that tonight was a bad night for him, “Hey.” You said gently and patted the space next to you on the couch for him to sit beside you.

Bucky walked over and slumped himself down beside you, “Whatcha reading?” He asks, noticing an actual book in your hands rather than one of Peter’s textbooks.

You held up the book, flashing the cover to him, “The Never Ending Story.” You reply, “It’s really good. One of my favorite comfort reads, ever read it?”

Bucky shook his head, folding his arms loosely across his chest, “Can’t say that I have.” He said with a small smile towards you.

You scan your eyes over his tired features. Even when he looked like he had been running on no sleep with dark circles under his eyes, he was still one of the most attractive men you’ve seen, “I can read it to you, if you’d like.”

Bucky turned his head to gaze over your face, feeling those familiar heart strings being pulled at your offer. You reading out loud to him was one of the little joys he got out of his life. Something new that made him feel something other than the constant guilt and pain from the ghosts that haunted him. He didn’t have to force the small smile that spread across his lips, “I’d like that.”

And that is how it became a regular thing for you to read to Bucky at night. At first it started out whenever he had nightmares, but then it became like a ritual. He would come find you in your office and plop next to you on the couch, listening to you read until he fell asleep. It started with him sitting on the opposite end of the couch of you but slowly he inched closer until one day you had put his sleepy head on his lap, one hand absentmindedly running through his hair while the other held the book that you read. Sometimes Bucky would sit and you would lay down, your legs draped over his thighs as you read to him. He would steal glances at you when he thought you were so into the book that you wouldn’t notice, but you did, sometimes glancing up from the pages to give him a small smile that made his cheeks a slight pink shade.

Bucky often thought about the feelings you made bubble in his body over the time you two spent together. He felt relief when he was around you, like he was someone else other than the broken toy that had to be a soldier. When you laid on the couch with your legs draped over his lap as you read to him, he would run his fingers gently across your legs with a smile, sometimes getting lost in thought about what it would be like to be closer to you. Bucky wondered if he asked you out on a date if you’d say yes and if you did, he would take you to the best restaurant Sam could help him find on the internet. He would open your car door for you after greeting you with flowers, hold your hand across the table as you two talked, then maybe, just maybe, at the end of the night he would lift a hand to touch your cheek and you would lean into his touch giving him enough of a sign to move closer to you, wrapping his free arm around your waist to pull you close against his body. He wondered if he could make you lose your breath as his eyes would flicker down to those perfect lips of yours as they often did. Then, he would lean in closer to you until his lips brushed against yours. When, if, you kissed him back, he would pull you impossibly closer and take in every taste your lips had to offer him. Then, Bucky would ask you for a second date. Then a third until he gained the confidence to ask if you’d be his girl.

After a few weeks of reading through many books with Bucky, he showed up to your office with the newest book suggestion. He brought The Hobbit, one of the books he remembered quite well from his past but wondered what it would sound like with you narrating it. He walked into your office to find you sniffling and wrapped in a blanket on the couch. When you let out a raspy, ‘hi’ in his direction he frowned, walking over and sitting next to you, “You alright, doll?”

You nod, sniffling a little before talking, “Just a cold or something.” You told him before picking up the book in his hand, “The Hobbit, huh? Good pick.” You gave the book back to him before grabbing a tissue from the small table next to you and coughing into it.

Bucky smiles gently, “How ‘bout we do something different?” He asks, “I’ll go make you some tea and I’ll read to you. How’s that sound, sweetheart?” He didn’t even realize the flirty way the words that rolled off his tongue.

You smile graciously over to him and nod, “That sounds great.” You said softly with another sniffle before watching him get up and disappear out the door to go get you tea. You looked at the other blanket perched over your desk chair, letting out a small shiver as you thought about the need for more warmth. You stood up from your couch, still wrapped in the blanket and walked over to your desk. Just as you grabbed the extra blanket, you stumbled over your feet and stepped on the blanket you were already wrapped in. You went down with two thuds. The first being hitting your head on the edge of your desk and the second being you hitting the floor.

Bucky walked back in to your office with a smile on his face, a mug of hot tea in his hand then he saw you under a pile of blankets on the floor, “Y/N?” He asks, quickly setting the hot mug down on your desk and leaning down to check you over. He heard you let out a small groan and exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “What happened?”

“My blankets betrayed me.” You whimper out, moving to sit up a little with one hand where your head hit the edge of your desk, “That’s definitely going to bruise…”

Bucky chuckles at you and shook his head slightly at your antics, he couldn’t leave you alone for five minutes without you managing to bump your head, “C’mon, doll.” He said, gently helping you to your feet and putting you back to sitting on the couch, “Now I’m going to go get you an icepack for your head. Don’t you move, sweetheart.” He said, pointing a finger at you with a smile before leaving the room again. When he returned, he sat on the edge of the couch and let you lean your head down onto his lap with the icepack on your forehead. Bucky pulled the blankets up around you to keep you from shivering, watching you smile slightly up to him as he opened the book. He gave you one last glance with a charming smile before his eyes shifted to the pages in front of him and he started to read out loud, “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…”

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agent-cupcake · 3 years

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As a resident Claudefucker, I know am curious to know what our fave charming schemer is doing during this Mafia!AU. He'd look lovely in a suit.

~It was quite the headline when Godfrey Riegan died. The details are a little hazy, a little convenient, but people don't talk about that sort of thing. Car accidents are common. Tragic, but not unreasonable. There’s no reason to smear a man’s perfectly respectable political career for the sake of some sensational gossip.

~In the right circles, however, there was a huge uproar, questions about who was going to take over the Riegan family when the elderly boss Oswald died. The Riegan’s had been dominating Leicester for quite some time, but a lot of people began to predict that the Gloucester family was going to move in. They had powerful friends, it seemed. Friends with money, no less.

~Claude Riegan, grandson of Oswald, appeared out of nowhere just when he was needed. Stories of the lost daughter Tiana still circulated, sure, but there were still a lot of questions about Claude’s origins when nobody except Oswald were able to vouch for him. He obviously had military leadership experience—his skill with guns and ability to lead was just too excellent for any other explanation—but he dismissed the question out of hand. There’s no documentation of him, either, leading some to wonder if even his name was false. But Oswald said he was family, and that was that.

~Claude was quick to establish himself, in any case. Despite his cavalier attitude, his efficacy in overhauling the power dynamics of Leicester were profound.

~He decided, first and foremost, that the way to win the people over was to invigorate the local culture, which had seen a sharp decline as a result of new laws that were unfavorable to business, Adrestia’s growing market monopolies, and the bad reputation of the red light district Ailell. This included some perfectly legitimate campaigning and some under the table type schemes.

~The result was a flourishing Derdriu Street. While it lacks the prestige of Enbarr Square in Adrestia, it welcomes entertainment that would be considered too “low brow” like comedy, trendy new restaurants, and music venues. Even better, all of it is built on the recently cleaned up river. The Riegan family is involved in all of it, of course.

~Casino owner Claude. This exists solely to thirst but maybe it was preexisting and he took it over due to its poor management? If there’s going to be gambling anyway, it should be done right. The extra money’s not so bad, either. But, Claude lounging in a big leather chair in a dark blue blazer with gold brocade, his white shirt unbuttoned low enough to see enough his chest. Enough to make you drool. Enough that you’d definitely get caught staring and probably called out for it because he can’t help himself. Claude with his elbows on the arm rests and fingers folded in front of him as he considers you, gold rings winking because he’s just that ostentatious and appearances are important. Claude asking you how you feel about taking risks in a way that really feels like it has nothing to do with cards, staring at you with a friendly smile that doesn’t meet those calculating eyes—eyes that you know will pick up on every tell.

~Claude also struck a deal with the Kupala Distillery. They’d been fighting to keep hold of their historic business for years, and Claude offered to help them with that. You know, not for free, but he’s good at making deals that leave everybody happy.

~The second biggest thing he tackled was the drug trade. For the most part, no one family had ever had a complete handle on that market. The Goneril’s had a hold over the docks for years, but the Edmunds had been moving in and working with the Gloucester family to bolster their power. Distribution was scattered and hard to keep track of as it ultimately circulated wherever there was a profit to be made. Looking at it like this, Claude decided that the only way to fix things was to take control over all of it. In his line of work, shady things like the drug trade are impossible to avoid. At the very least, if he has control over it, he can ensure the product is clean and expel far more unsavory ventures.

~Through these escapades, Claude was able to make alliances with all of the major families. A lot of them had only remained loyal to the Gloucester family out of fear so as soon as they had an alternative, they bolted. This has an unfortunate side effect of revealing how his power is perceived. Every day is a balancing act for Claude. He allows each family to function as they please as long as they’re aware they do so at his mercy. It’s better to keep friends than to control enemies, but even that requires a delicate maneuvering of power.

~However, Claude likes the conflict. He enjoys the game and he especially enjoys winning the game. There’s a certain level of his excusing amorality for the sake of his family and Leicester, but there’s an equal part of him that understands his wrongdoings and deals with it separately. He wouldn’t hold to the naïve “ends justify the means” idea to excuse himself, but he would still argue that his actions have value and are even necessary. If it weren’t him, it would be somebody a lot worse than him. That’s probably something that would linger in the back of everybody’s minds whenever they shook his hand or paid their respects, whenever they began to think of how easy it would be to take him out. Fear, too. So far, Claude’s never done anything shockingly bad, only what was necessary. But with his power and intellect, it’s always a question of what he could do.

~If someone asked him that, Claude would smile that friendly smile and tell them that he would do anything to see his vision made real. Whether or not that’s true remains to be seen.

~Luckily, Claude’s not alone! Hilda is the stereotypical crime family princess. She joined Claude because he offered her freedom from the overbearing control of her father and brother. Her skill in manipulating everybody around her combined with her reputation as a ditzy rich girl makes her fantastic at gathering information, assuming Claude can get her to do so. But, as long as he’s not being too forceful, she’s surprisingly motivated to weave her way through social circles and charm everyone. Although she would never say it, the order he brought to Leicester, not to mention the entertainment, made everything a lot better for her and her family. Plus, she likes being useful after spending her entire life watching Holst give his heart and soul to family while she did nothing. Ultimately, the information she provides is essential and her relationship with Claude is one of the few either have that’s built on trust, respect, and loyalty. That said, sometimes even Claude gets a little shiver as he watches how easily Hilda can manipulate people.

~Lorenz was one of Claude’s most disdainful detractors, although a part of that was jealousy. Claude just swept in and did things that Lorenz had been waiting and planning to do once he became the head of the Gloucester family. Even after being on the receiving ends of such vicious attacks, once Claude undeniably had the upper hand in Leicester, he went behind the Gloucester boss’s back to Lorenz and told him that they were going to be friends or enemies, it was Lorenz’s choice. Not threatening him, just pointing out that the fall of the Gloucester family was inevitable under his father’s leadership and that Lorenz didn’t have to suffer for his father’s sins. Probably over mimosas and brunch. Lorenz is proud and has no appreciation for Claude, but he’s not stupid. After they worked out their disagreements and more or less accepted each other, Lorenz and Claude became pretty close. Claude knows that having someone to openly and aggressively disagree with him isn’t a bad thing. Not only that, but Lorenz’s a solid ally with a better grasp on some of the things Claude has difficulty with due to not being a native. Lorenz is willing to admit that Claude is a good leader.

~Marianne is well educated in the realm of the law and political action. The reason the Edmund family saw such success despite their lesser status was because of her adopted father’s genius. which he made sure to share with Marianne. She is invaluable in aiding Claude on the perfectly legitimate side of his business, and helping him hide his tracks for the shady stuff. Raphael is the muscle. Lysithea is a computer genius. Being a sickly shut in with issues that only recently saw treatment, she’s on the Mr. Robot level of hacker mode activated. Ignatz is an architect which is useful since so much of Claude’s power is in the property and infrastructure. He also designed a lot of places to have some neat-o hidey holes. Claude loves buildings that have secrets. Leonie is manages a lot of the physical and pettier side of the work. If someone’s stirring up trouble, she’s likely to pay them a visit as a warning before Claude has to get involved. She used to be a mercenary but being on Claude’s payroll is a lot better of a gig.

~As for the suits, one thing is very important. Claude would not, under any circumstances, wear something tight on his thighs. I actually kind of like the idea of him going for a 1980′s style modernized. In his post timeskip outfit, he’s already got a hint of that going on with how oversized his outfit looks. The 80′s (rightfully) gets a bad rep for fashion, but it’s also very iconic with those wide-collared suit jackets, matchy-matchy three piece suits, sportscoats with a fun patterned shirt underneath, open blazers, pleated pants with an oversized jacket, and—in particular—the trend of summer suits in shades of tan and cream with colored shirts underneath. Then, combine that with a pair of Ray-Ban Aviators and a topless convertible and you’ve got a distinctly recognizable mob boss who doubles as a devastating heartthrob. I’m not saying he’d do a 1:1 recreation, but you’d definitely see references to the fashion of the era in his outfits. He would wear oxfords or ankle boots. Whatever it was, they’d have to be comfortable. He also doesn’t shy away from jewelry. The earring, of course, and rings when he's feeling particularly decadent. When he’s wearing his shirts unbuttoned Claude could possibly wear a gold chain. I mean, what are you gonna say, no? That gold doesn’t look gorgeous against his skin? That it’s tacky? You’re talking to the man who wore quilted pants. Claude’s not afraid to stand out because he knows he will anyway, nor is he afraid to be seen as unfashionable because he doesn’t particularly care about trends. I also enjoy the idea of him emulating the 80′s as someone who didn’t grow up in a western culture and thus mainly saw things through the lens of movies. Whatever he wears, however, he would look very handsome.

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haworthiaace · 3 years

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Magic misfits! Did I update the masterpost specifically because of this fic? yes absolutely. A busy day for Scar, featuring TFC and some good ol’ Scar appreciation :]

The start of a new season was always interesting.

While TFC didn’t enjoy having to start from scratch every year or so; having gotten used to the comforts of late season riches, he did love the sheer amount of interaction that came with a new season. TFC was content to hear gossip about the others’ shenanigans while he stuck to what he was best at: mining. Some of the others called it cheating to use his earthbending down in the tunnels, but he called it cheating to be able to shapeshift, or use magic crystals, or any of the other crazy things the other hermits could do, so it evened out.

When he wasn’t down in his mine, TFC watched as all the other hermits scrambled to make the most impressive buildings and contraptions in as little time as possible. Many of his servermates placed more importance on finishing their creations than actually gathering necessities such as tools and armour.

As if to prove this observation, the Boatem village appeared on the other side of the nether portal, populated with structures that were much too large considering it had only been three weeks since they arrived in this world. There was also a… tree? At least that’s what it looked like; a thin oak tree stretching up past the clouds and out of view. Looks like Mumbo and Grian were up to no good already.

“TFC! Up here!” Scar’s voice came from somewhere above TFC’s head, and he looked up to see the wizard (although he no longer wore his robe and hat) standing on a balcony extending from a truly massive wagon, one hand on the railing and the other extended above his head, waving enthusiastically at TFC.

He climbed the ladder up the side of the wagon, entering a sparse storage room. Knowing Scar, he either hadn’t bothered to move in yet or lost all of his things in a cave somewhere. Despite his powerful crystal magic, Scar still managed to die more than any other hermit, so the second option was more likely.

“Well hello there! Welcome to my humble abode, please take a seat.” Scar led TFC to a balcony, where he gestured towards a table and two folding chairs. Scar sat down, crossing his legs and folding his arms in his lap. “So, what brings you to our little village today?”

TFC raised an eyebrow at the question, confusion evident in his voice. “Because you invited me? We were supposed to have tea today.”

Scar jolted in his seat, then proceeded to scramble out of said seat. “I’ll be right back! I have to go… feed Jellie!” This was quite obviously a lie seeing as Jellie hadn’t returned from her between seasons interdimensional travels yet. TFC’s laughter chased Scar into the wagon, where he frantically prepared the tea that he was totally planning on making because he definitely remembered his plans for the day.

After about five minutes of mildly concerning crashing sounds, Scar returned with two steaming mugs of tea (decorated with cat faces, of course) and a plate of chocolate chip cookies - Stress’ recipe if TFC wasn’t mistaken. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, appreciating the tea and cookies.

“So, how are you holding up this season, Scar?” TFC took a sip of green tea, looking out at the horizon.

“Oh you know, the usual. I don’t have my village anymore, but the magical misfits still come seeking my help.” He brought a cookie to his mouth and bit off half of it. “Not that I mind helping people!” He swallowed his mouthful before continuing. “XB was here last week convinced that he left his coat in season seven, but turns out it just ended up in one of Joe’s boxes.” He chuckled to himself, wiping crumbs off of his jacket as TFC stared at the distant ocean, lost in thought.

TFC broke the silence that had fallen. “You’re a good man, y’know that?” The wizard in question looked at TFC in surprise. He was used to ‘thank you’s, but the personal compliment caught him off guard. “You’ve created a safe space for folks from all sorts of places, and you’ve saved quite a few of them from bad people.”

Scar looked down, smiling at his cup of tea. He spoke quietly, a departure from his usual boisterousness. “Thanks TFC, that means a lot.”

Scar was in the middle of catching TFC up on what he missed from day one when something red and very fast crashed into the balcony. The something in question turned out to be Grian, shimmering wings protruding from his back. Something must have been wrong, since winged hermits tended to refrain from flying early in the season, in the name of fairness.

“Scar we need your- Oh heeey, I didn’t know you had company over!” He leaned on the railing, his urgency replaced with a forced cheerfulness as he (quite obviously) pretended nothing was wrong. What was probably supposed to be an easygoing smile stretched too wide, and his voice was more high pitched than usual. “How’s it goin’?”

Scar, completely oblivious, responded excitedly. “Oh, I was just telling TFC here about our adventure in the geode with Cleo!”

Grian’s uncomfortable smile grew wider, and his eyebrows furrowed. “That sounds great, do you think you’ll be done anytime soon?”

“Oh well, I’m not too sure. It depends on when we finish all of these cookies.”

“Oh that’s just wonderful,” Grian’s wings started to twitch behind him, “did you make those yourself?”

Scar took a breath, preparing for a tangent when TFC cut in, showing the poor fairy some mercy. “Alright Grian, out with it. What’s wrong?” Scar stared at Grian, somehow surprised that this wasn’t a completely ordinary visit.

Grian let out a long sigh. “Thank you so much TFC.” He turned his gaze to Scar. “We need a little help with curse breaking.”

Scar set down his mug and gave Grian his full attention, preparing himself for whatever strange curse one of the fairies had set on some poor hermit. “Really? How are you two cursing people already? It hasn’t even been a month!”

Grian’s tangent was accompanied by wild hand gestures that made it difficult to follow what he was saying. “Well, Pearl came up behind Mumbo and spooked him, he shouted something about not sneaking up on him, and now whenever he turns his back on her she teleports directly in front of him.” Grian looked nervously over his shoulder in the direction of Mumbo’s van. TFC followed his gaze, and burst into laughter again.

Mumbo was standing a few feet away from his campfire, spinning in circles and doubling over in laughter as Pearl kept popping up in front of him.

Scar pushed himself up from his chair, TFC followed suit. The pair headed to the door while Grian flew back down, Scar giving TFC a sort of briefing. “Alright, let’s go figure out what exactly Mumbo did before Pearl starts feeling particularly vengeful.”

It took two hours and a lot of trial and error (with TFC giving supremely unhelpful tips), but eventually Pearl could stand behind Mumbo again. At some point Scar accidentally applied the effect to both Grian and Mumbo, and he had to beg the two not to create a space time anomaly. But it was all fixed now, and TFC was sure Pearl’s revenge would be swift and cruel.

Scar made his way back up to the balcony, and the two continued their conversation. It was a good thing Scar had enchanted his mugs, something he had done back in season seven after his drinks kept getting abandoned and going cold.

After a few hours of peace (other than both Mumbo and Grian’s bases abruptly flipping upside down while the boys were inside), the pair was interrupted again by a voice behind them.

“Howdy, Scar. Oh, and howdy to you as well, TFC!”

Neither of them had heard Joe coming, so Scar jumped about a foot in the air while TFC nearly spat out his tea. It turned out that Cleo was there as well, looking quite a bit angrier than Joe, although that wasn’t too uncommon.

“Oh my goodness, Joe you scared the life out of me!” Scar held a hand to his chest and caught his breath as Cleo got right to business.

“Sorry about that Scar,” her voice was flat, and it was safe to assume that she was not, in fact, sorry about that. “But we have an emergency. It’s completely Joe’s fault, he-”

Joe smoothly stepped in front of his companion as he cut her off, “I wouldn’t say it’s entirely my fault, old magic is a fickle thing-”

Cleo shoved Joe aside, stepping in front once again. “He revived my leg!” She raised a foot off the ground and gestured at it with both hands.

Sure enough, both TFC and Scar looked down to see that Cleo’s right leg was significantly more flesh-coloured than the left, restored to what it presumably once was.

Scar’s lingering panic was instantly replaced by an amused grin as he gestured to the leg in question. “Cleo, why don’t you just get your leg reinfected? It’s not like zombies are hard to come by.”

The pair stood still, just blinking. (Completely in sync, it was eerie)

Cleo rounded on Joe and punched at his shoulder just as he raised a hand to deflect her fist. “How did you not think of that Joe?! I thought you knew everything there was to know about-” She gestured wildly about for a moment. “Everything?!”

“Shouldn’t you be some sort of zombie expert by now? How is that my responsibility?” The argument continued as the pair went back into the wagon and down the ladder. As they walked off, presumably to go find a cave, something occurred to TFC. He cupped his hands around his mouth to yell down at them.

“Cleo!” She turned around. “Don’t use Joe as bait!”

She snapped her finger like a defeated cartoon villain, as Joe turned to face her and presumably gave her grief for this evil plot.

It was only about five minutes after Cleo and Joe left (preceded by twenty minutes of arguing) that the next problem arrived, as it often did, in the form of Zedaph, Impulse, and Tango arriving on the shore of the village. TFC found this odd, seeing as how everyone was now connected by nether portals, but he assumed there would be an explanation shortly, even if it didn’t make a lick of sense.

Impulse shouted up from the ground, the three of them clustered near the front of the wagon. “TFC, we need your help!” Well that was a surprise, not many people asked for his assistance other than Scar. “We made an oopsie and Cleo said we could find you here!”

As every hermit knew, ��oopsie’ was a versatile word with these three. It could mean anything between making a minor mistake in a build to banishing Impulse for the fifth time. “What happened this time?” TFC stood up and made his way down the ladder, since shouting down at them wasn’t very efficient and they didn’t seem inclined to come up.

Impulse started twisting his hands together while Zedaph and Tango tried their best to look innocent behind him. It didn’t work. “Weeell, Tango wanted a terraforming job done around his base, so we made a little deal for it.”

Oh boy. Not much good came out of magical deals, yet the other hermits continued to make them with each other. Demonic deals were especially tricky since the demon didn’t have precise control over their end of the deal, not that it stopped these three. “Tango offered me his first beacon in exchange for the job, and it turns out that a beacon is worth a lot more than I thought- it’s probably easier if we show you.”

“Quick FYI guys: firsts are very valuable in deals! It applies to you as well Impulse, not just the fae!” Scar called helpfully from his still seated position on the balcony.

They all ended up going over to Tango’s house/ shop, which was literally buried in a mound of dirt and stone, along with about three quarters of Bdubs’ giant moon house. That explains why they didn’t use the nether.

The earth was offended after being touched by demonic magic, but after a long negotiation TFC managed to convince it that Impulse meant no harm, and it was happy to return to its prior state. Tango was mildly annoyed that he would have to do the terraforming himself and give Impulse a beacon, but it was better than the wrath he would have faced from Bdubs.

By the time TFC and Scar returned to the Boatem village, the sun was starting to dip below the horizon. While TFC admired the beauty of it, Scar just looked disappointed.

“I’m sorry.”

TFC raised an eyebrow at the wizard, a frown making its way onto his face. “What do you mean you’re sorry? Did you do something to the tea?”

Despite TFC’s attempted joke, Scar still stared at his perfectly polished shoes. “This was supposed to be a nice relaxing day to catch up, and people were just showing up left and right. I mean, we hardly got to spend any time together! Maybe I shouldn’t invite people over with all this wizard stuff going on.”

“But we did spend time together.” TFC’s rough hand landed on Scar’s shoulder, the latter looking up at the former, startled by the contact.

“Well yeah we had tea for a while but-”

TFC had to cut off Scar’s rambling or he would never get to his point. “Yes we had tea, but I’m talking about the rest of the day.” Scar seemed genuinely confused at this. “I helped you un-curse Pearl,” he did air quotes on the word ‘helped,’ “We watched Joe and Cleo argue together, and you came with us to fix Tango’s house.” Of course he didn’t do much other than laugh at Tango’s misfortune, but it was the thought that counted. “Just ‘cause it didn’t go to plan doesn’t mean I didn’t have a good time.” After all, not much went according to plan on the hermitcraft server.

Now Scar was smiling. “So I didn’t ruin the day with magical misfits?”

“Not at all.” TFC reached for his mug and emptied it one last time, then stretched before heading out. “But now I gotta get going. I don’t like my chances against the mobs with my crappy iron gear.”

Scar waved once more as TFC disappeared into the nether portal. “Goodnight TFC! And thanks again, for everything!”

TFC smiled as he made his way through the nether tunnels back home. Scar did a lot more for the hermits than he realized, allowing them to be free with their magic in a way they couldn’t back home, TFC included. He’d created a home for all sorts of ‘magic misfits’ as Scar put it, and he performed an invaluable service, whether he realized it or not.

He’s a good kid. Just needs some reminding every once in a while.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft 8 #magic misfits au #tinfoilchef #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #joe hills #zombiecleo #tangotek #impulsesv #zedaph #im not too confident on the Emotional bits but #practice makes perfect i suppose #theres a few things i implied here so feel free to ask and clear things up

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sporadiclilbook · 3 years

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Songbird

Yan!Childe x Singer/Dancer!Khaenri'ahn! reader

Proof-read by: @choquackette

a/n: in a way, does this count as a songfic :D? Also I'm gonna use Lost in Thoughts All Alone for this. And to be fair you're pretty much like Shigure/Azura from fates in this

TW: Kidnapping

You are the ocean's gray waves

Destined to seek life beyond the shore

Just out reach

Your voice rang out through the crowd who was listening. Your Hydro Vision glowed as you made particles of water float around you. It created an illusion that made them looked like it was sparkling. It was mesmerising. To Childe, it amazed him how you used it so beautifully for a show. Unlike his more....bloodthirsty uses of his. To think a Vision can do something so graceful and morbid at the same time.

Of course he had his Electro Delusion but this is the Vision we're talking about. He uses it as a weapon while you used it for entertainment. To be honest, he never thought he'd see something like this. It was all thanks to a mission he has to do. Tailing a guy who was in debt to the Fatui and all. Childe think he was a fool. Instead of trying to make his business better, he wastes it on shows like these. But now that he sees you, he understand why. Your exotic appearance was a sight to behold. The only known person to have the same eyes as you was that Favonius Cavalry Captain and he only showed one eye. One already can make one look intriguing but having both made you look ethereal.

Yet the water ever change

Flowing like time

The path is yours to climb

Your dance was graceful, fluid movements that did flow like water. Childe think you could've been a good sword fighter if you were able to incorporate these movements into sword fighting. But for now he'll enjoy your voice and dancing. There's just something about it he loved so much. Sure fighting is always the one he loves but there's just something about you that he's attracted to. Was it your appearance? Vocals? Movements? Or those pupils of yours? He thinks it's quite silly, he doesn't even know who you are and yet......

A burdened heart

Sinks into the ground

Here he is, eager to look for you after this whole mission thing. If there's one thing he knows, is to not judge someone's prowess by appearance. Take the traveler for example. They have a petite form and yet they were able to defeat his Foul Legacy form! Who knows what you might have in store for him? Just the thought of you actually being able to fight makes him feel giddy.

Alas, all he can do for now is listen to your song. With that said, he didn't forget his mission. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his target. The man was also in awe of looking at you. Too in awe of noticing his presence that is. He'll get right back to him when your show's over.

A veil falls away without a sound

Not day nor night

Wrong nor right

For truth and peace, you'll fight

He wondered if his siblings would love your singing. Sleeping to a lullaby sounded like a nice idea to him. Why he even thought of that was a mystery to him. Is this what they called love at first sight? He just can't help but wished to woken up by your voice that will roll out his name softly in the morning.

Sing with me a song

Of silence and blood

The rain falls, but can't wash away the mud

Within my ancient heart dwells

Madness and pride

Can't no one hear my cry?

The song ended and the crowd threw a round applause. You bowed and left the stage immediately. Childe, who hasn't forgot his mission, quickly trailed the guy he was after outsidd. "Ah! Hello there Mr. Wei Xing! I reckon you know who I am yes?" And so from there, he scared the poor man to the death with threats and grim reminder of the debt he owed. But Childe was feeling a bit merciful today "Tell you what I'll give you some more time on one condition." Wei Xing, his target, was confused. The Fatui giving a bit of leverage? Still, he would be an idiot to refuse "And that condition is....?"

Childe chuckled at his quick response. It's natural after all. All of his intimidation must have triggered his survival instincts. "Just answer me this. Who was that singer with a Hydro Vision?" Wei Xing was baffled. That's all he wanted? "A-as far as I know, t-their name is (Y/N). They're a performer that was passing by Liyue to gain more popularity across Teyvat." Childe hummed as he hears it. 'A travelling performer huh? Looks like I'll have to act quick if I want to meet them' There was moment of silence before he asked another question "When are they leaving?" "I-in a few days"

Childe let him go and as promised gave him more time for him to pay his debt. Should he fails again to do so.....he'll be history. He only had a few days to meet and talk to you so he has to be quick. Thankfully being a Fatui Harbinger does have it perks. One of those perks being having informants that can collect informations for you. And since this is no top secret info, it was quite easy to find out where you were staying and exactly how many days before you were gone.

As he wait for you at the road that led guests from Wangshu Inn to Liyue, he thought of what you might say. Maybe you'll recognise him right away? Or perhaps you were too innocent to notice the horrors of the Fatui. As he notices your figure walking on the horizon, he prepared to greet you casually. But then he was perplexed by your outfit. It seemed less travelling performer and more of a......fighter? Interesting. He drops the idea of greeting you and opted to follow your path instead.

He followed you until you reached a domain that was near one of the ruins. You stood in front of the entrance as he awaits your next move, intentionally letting his presence seep out. "You're not doing that much of a great job to hide yourself, Fatui. Or is it intentional?" Childe walks out from the spot he was hiding in and approached you slowly while saying "Well, isn't this a surprise? I just happened to be passing b-" His actions stopped midway as your pointed a spear at him. "Not a step closer, what do you want?"

Your starred pupils were sharped and narrowed. It held an intense emotion in it. Childe held up his hands in some sort of mock surrender and laughed a bit "Hey now! There's no need to get aggressive, is there? I was just curious why someone like you is doing here. Not exactly a good place to perform isn't it?"

"That's none of your business."

"Are you gonna go inside this domain?"

"...."

"If so, can I follow?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no."

"I'm very good at fighting you know. It'll be a shame if someone like you gets inju--"

Your spear was closer to him now. Threatening to slice him open any minute you wanted to. It didn't faze him at all. In fact it made him thrilled. He knew there was something about you that was enchanting and perhaps this was it. An unrelenting fighting spirit. In a blink of an eye, he immediately summoned his hydro javelin and parried your spear. You backed away in surprise but kept your guard up.

"Listen I have no time for you Fatui. Leave me be. I have more important matters to attend to." Childe just gave a fox-like grin at your attempt to intimidate him. "Is that so? Like what exactly?" You rolled your eyes at him. He was getting annoying for sure. "Like I said, none of your business." It looks like you might have to halt your plans for tonight. The Abyss Order can wait. "So, what are you gonna do little star?" Without warning you immediately engulfed yourself in a torrent of water and disappears. Childe was shocked when he sees it but still grinned. If you wanted to be a challenge then so be it. If he can't bother you during your 'missions' then he'll bother you during the day.

And that is exactly what he did.

For two days straight he kept trying to talk with you whenever you were out visiting the Liyue Harbour. At first you tolerated him but now he was insufferable. You were glad you were leaving as soon as possible next day but Childe was not having any of that. In just the span of two days his little curiosity had turned into a tsunami of obsession. Your expressions and reactions not to mention the little heart warming moments he saw you cheering up some of the kids in Liyue. He wants to know even more of you.

And precisely why he is fighting you right now.

As he has deducted, your move was as graceful as your dance. Your fighting style was as unique as your eyes. Something he has never seen before. You dodged his flurry of arrows, panting while doing so. How long has he fought you? It felt like an eternity. You tried to dash to him and deliver a swift strike but him and his stupid shield won't let you. You jumped back just in time before he strike his hydro swords at you. You can't even get an elemental advantage here, you had to mostly rely on your weapon.

"Well (Y/N), it's been a fun fight really. But why don't you surrender now? You're tired aren't you? I promise things will go smoothly if you just give up."

You didn't want to. There's no way you'll give up. What does he wants with you anyway? You only stared down at him in silence, refusing to answer. "Ah, stubborn now aren't we? I guess I'll have to use a little force...." He activated his Delusion and immediately dashed towards you, giving you no time to react. The electricity made you groan in pain. You use your spear as a stabiliser from falling to the ground but you were running out of energy at this point.

Before you could fall, Childe took a hold of your body. "See? It's not that hard to give up." You wanted to mutter a remark but darkness shrouded your vision before you fainted. You woke up in an unfamiliar room. Certainly not Liyue's architecture nor your homeland's. Your first thought was to look for an escape.

The door was locked.

Windows were barred.

The wardrobe had the clothes you brought with you across Teyvat along with some new ones.

There was a chain at your leg that's long enough to get you to the bathroom.

Your Vision and weapon was missing.

You waited in silence, pondering what to do. You certainly can't escape like this. But then you heard the door open. And as expected it was him. "Did you had a good sleep? You were knocked out for a while there." You scowled at him "Drop the act, where am I?" Childe hummed before answering "You're in Snezhnaya of course! Where else would I bring you? I'm quite lucky to be able to bring you here and visit my siblings! Say would you like to visi--" "Why would I do that?"

His grin dropped and his eyes stared at you. His eyes was....hollow...empty...devoid of any humanity in them. He walked towards you and you instinctively stepped back. He had you trapped against a wall. He lifted up your chin and let out a small but terrifying smile "Well, because your fate is in my hands. There's nothing you can do now, is there? But I'll forgive your behaviour for now.....if you sing that is."

You hated it. You hated the fact he was right. So you had no choice but to stay obedient and be his 'little songbird' until you found a window of opportunity. He lets go of your chin and sat down on a chair. With a heavy heart, you opened your mouth to sing.

You are the ocean's gray waves

Destined to seek life beyond the shore

Just out of reach

Childe smiled as you sing. He's sure you'll come around and fall in love with him soon enough.

Yet the water ever change

Flowing like time

The path is yours to climb

Shame that you can't meet his family yet. They would've love you. He can't wait for that day to arrive though. He can't help but feel joy. His little songbird, all his and no one else.

You are the ocean's gray waves.

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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How about some yandere!giant headcannons please?

(Yes I took the lazy route when drawing this, and if you see people you don't recognize it's because I decided to put my friends in it-)

(( I also had drawn Mikudayo and Miko because I just thought it was funny to make them considering the time I had mistaken them for each other-))

TW/tags: gender neutral reader // I'm gonna make the giant male because you didn't really say giantess? So I'm assuming it's male/gender neutral pronouns // being treated like a doll/pet // kidnapping // language barrier cause I'm yearning- // very generic giant story // delusional thinking // slight stockholm syndrome

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Don't even ask me, y'all read about eldritch creatures so a giant is literally no big deal- [Yandere!Giant x Reader - Headcanon]:

Oh dear, oh goodie, oh Lord-

Does anyone need a bit of context? Maybe a little storyline to start with? I could just go straight to the good stuff though??

Listen- I could pull out so many mother fucking posts under the category of Yandere Giants- Almost all Eldritch content in my blog involves the height difference of: vewy tol x vewy smol UwU

Anyway- Malos, the giant of our story. I'm going to go very generically since I didn't want to say something that could possibly not be of your taste boo-

Malos is your classic troublemaking giant, the type of which you would hear about in fairy tales created to scare the human folk all around your kingdom. All those stories talked about the world beyond the clouds, the giant's kingdom, living their lives in wealth, very far from the ground below where humans (their "favorite delicacy", allegedly) lived.

The one thing that all those stories shared in common was the violent behavior of the tyrants above, their arrogant and greedy nature mixed with the horrifying sightings of giants who would somehow find their way to get on land, specifically targeting a small town to torment. Many have said to have faced a big beast walking around in the woods, some would claim that they actually fought a giant or two, although there is no way to confirm such bold claims of being true.

Were you a common townsfolk who got themselves too far into the woods? An adventurer finding their way into a town surrounded by mystery? Or were you perhaps a noble who by terrible misfortune, had their carriage be stuck during a heavy storm in the dark of night?

It doesn't really matter which one you choose, considering that what happens next would be inevitable. You get lost at the dead of night, the townsfolk not even being able to comprehend how someone can simply disappear like this. You would wake up at a place you couldn't even begin to recognize, it was a very well decorated room yet none of it felt familiar to you.

Maybe it was because of how fancy and modern it was compared to what you were more accustomed with on land, or maybe it was the simple fact that everything in this room was awfully huge compared to you. It took you quite some time to realize that you were not only on top of a massive bed- But that you were trapped inside a bird cage.

Before you could question whether you were having a hallucination or not, your joyful captor made its way inside the bedroom. With such a blissful expression that makes a chill run down your spine- He was so big, it was obvious your captor would have been a giant considering your current location, yet it still shocked you for some reason.

Much to your dismay, your captor does not speak the same language as you, which made you scream at him to free you and put you back where he found you. You have noticed he wasn't understanding a single word coming out of your mouth the moment you started crying at the giant, begging for mercy in fear of what could be your destiny here.

Yet here you were, just- Being observed by such gentle eyes, concerned of your current state. He could talk and shush your cries all he wanted, but you couldn't understand a single thing he meant, the only certainty in this case being the fact you ain't getting out of here so soon.

Malos isn't evil, even if you can't understand what he says- You can tell he is very gentle with you, maybe because he sees how scared and panicky you are, or because he sees you as a pet- Who knows?

He did give you a lot of signs of seeing you as possibly just a "pocket companion", a pet and a doll, someone he could take care of and take wherever he wanted. You noticed how there was no one else who lived with him, maybe he was that lonely and desperate to find a friend that he took you- Without considering your actual feelings on the action.

You weren't too small compared to him, you were basically the height of his hand- A small doll to him, just for him. Whatever life you used to have could be kissed goodbye at this point, because even if you wish everything could go back to normal, that ain't happening, boo.

Malos loves dressing you up, giving you little trinkets to use, giving you small portions of his own food, hearing you make all those lovely sounds he doesn't understand one bit off yet it is still willing to try and comprehend it. He is a very skilled crafter, you know? He knows how to create small toys that will make wonderful gifts for you, at least in his own mind.

Whatever situation you were in that would have brought you to meet him, he would have thought the same thing regardless of what background you could choose for yourself- In Malos eyes, you were lost in the cold of the night, looking so lonely and in need of someone's attention, which he could relate to since he was also lonely and looking for company.

Malos is quite delusional, he has his moments where he has to face reality as a lonely toy maker who kidnapped a human to be his little companion. In these moments of lucidity, he will look at you as if he was lost, as if he was searching for an answer- A confirmation of his actions.

And looking at your cute small little self, confirms his beliefs. You were lost, he was also lost- Yet you found each other, and that's all that matters for him.

After being faced with so much love and attention, considering how weeks and months have passed since he got you here, it's not hard to imagine you feeling more comfortable in his presence.

His skin is so much warmer than yours, his rough hands hold you with such care- It's hard to not give yourself in to his gentle touches, to his incomprehensible whispers, he has such a smooth voice that is hard to not enjoy listening to it.

You didn't plan this to happen- But on each day that passes by, you start feeling like being taken care off is way better than having to fend for yourself down there with the other humans. His company has been so heartwarming, and it hurts you the times he has to go out and take long periods of time outside his house, probably selling his toys or even buying more food for you two.

It's so unfortunate to think that you, someone who was once a person, was now submitting to him and enjoying being treated like this- You would curse at yourself for being so weak, so desperate for his affection, to the point you enjoy being petted and loved as a doll.

With Malos, you could ignore the voices screaming at you to get yourself out of his house in the clouds, but whenever you were left alone locked inside a doll house he built, you would cry yourself to sleep until you could ignore your conscience telling you how much of a failure you are.

If Malos was somehow aware of this confusing thoughts inside you, he would try his best to calm you down, while also pulling you closer to the confirmation that he is here to help you, to take care of you and that there is no shame in you liking him as well. He already loves you so much, he just needs you to do the same for him.

However, Malos isn't always gentle with you- Not only is he easily excited, but he is also easily angered, very childishly. His outbursts are never on you, but rather on the things around you. You can feel the table under you shake whenever he has his temper tantrums, you can see him taking away some of your items as a form of punishment in case you have been acting up.

He would also give you an ice shoulder for some time if he felt as if you were in need of apologizing (even if he didn't understand your language, he could still see through your mannerisms if you were truly sorry or not). He wouldn't ignore you for long, considering how he is also very touch-starved, which leads into the next point:

Malos loves petting you, and touching you. You're soft and squishy and so charming to hold- How can he not love you to bits??!

He gets very confused sometimes, he isn't sure if he sees you as a small pet-like companion, or as a possible- Well, partner. His adoration towards you will start to twist into actual romantic interest, and I warn you to be careful darling-

The moment he sets his mind into something, it's nearly impossible to change it back.

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#yandere #sheep stuff #sheep's stuff #yandere headcanon #yandere oc #yandere monster #yandere giant #yandere giant x reader #yandere monster x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere oc?#special delivery headcanons #special delivery request

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Wilfords Demands: Raising The Stakes

Summary- 6.2k Curtis Everett x You. Its the day after the disaster of the trains New Years party. Curtis processes some of what caused his out lash towards you as well as start to prepare for the up coming tournament against Wilford’s Prized Champions. You are once more checked to see if you have become pregnant and the doctor decides to increase your chances.

Warnings- results of the readers punishment, some language, use of needle, mentions of pregnancy.

A/N- Its been months since I have updated this series. It is a darker series with a darker version of Curtis. But we all know that I have a severe soft spot. Its only so dark. I am who I am.

Chapter 2 / Wilfords Demands Masterlist

Curtis woke to you sniffling next to him, arching a bit and feeling he was still buried in you after he filled you with his cock in anger last night. You had your arms over your face trying to stifle the soft sniffles, and he grasped your hip in a firm hold, feathering his thumb over fading bruises on your hips. His bruises, you were his girl after all and the only one allowed to put them on you. Finally he easily slipped from you, and once he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, you drew your legs up in a fetal way. Curtis looked over his shoulder and clenched his jaw seeing you pull away from him. Maybe he let his anger get the best of him, Grey hinting that he wanted you and was willing to take you by any means necessary really helped fuel his temper last night after seeing his hands on your hips. Curtis had taken it out on you, and not the one who deserved it. A sorry wouldn't fix the trust he had taken from you, and he already regretted it now that it was morning. He would have to work on gaining it back if he wanted to live in peace with you.

Mulling over this new issue, he moved to a stand, and went to the bathroom to shower. Hoping that giving you some space would ease you a bit, give you a chance to pull yourself together. Stepping in the hot water, he took his time. Recalling things that happened from the night before, he was going to have to step up his training to beat Grey. Because Grey was good, agile, and had speed on his side where Curtis was more solidly built. He was fast and agile, but he needed to be prime to beat Grey. His hand brushed over his short hair to swipe the soap out and turned off the water quickly. Stepping out to dry off, he poked his head out to see you had moved to a sit, finding one of his oversized long sleeves to pull over and cover yourself up. Your shyness made him smile a bit. He was well familiar with how you would downcast your eyes and peek at him while he was going about his business when you were reading in the chair. Whenever he would glance, you would drop your head back into the book like you weren't doing anything. Even now you would glance at the door, and he pulled back in to wrap a towel around his waist, before stepping out. Sure enough your gaze dropped back to your hands, picking at the thread of the sweater you were wrapped in. Although it occurred to him that this time you were more scared of him then so much shyness over your naked body.

Moving to the dresser built in the wall, he pulled out some clothes, and glanced at you. Knowing you wouldn't move from the spot till he said something. Straightening up, he nodded to the bathroom. “Go get yourself cleaned up.” his voice rough and you were quick, darting past him into the bathroom and the door shut. Letting the air rush out of his lungs as he rushed himself to dress. He had a meeting with Wilford after his slotted time in the gym and wanted to get it over with. Soon he was out the door, leaving you alone to finish up. Sure the door was locked behind him, he glowered at one of Grey’s friends lurking around, snapping out. “What the fuck you doing at this end of the car?”

The man pulled up short, looking at Curtis nervously before remarking. “None of your damn business.”

Curtis sneered as he pushed Grey's friend against the train's wall, tilting his head as he looked the slightly smaller man up and down. “It's my business when you're sniffing around my door. Tell Grey to mind his own girl.” Curtis was pushed back, but the man was making a quick retreat to get out of the car. Curtis watched as the door swished open for him to pass through. Once he was satisfied he wouldn't be coming right back, he turned the opposite way, heading towards the train's training car.

You were undressing when you heard the main door open, and then the lock click, breathing out a sigh of relief knowing Curtis was gone. You were so sore from the night before. Your ass stun and when you turned to look in the mirror, you could see the hand prints of welts on your ass. The water was going to make them sting, you just knew it. And your core throbbed from where he insisted you sleep together last night. Up until last night everything had been minor. This was the hardest he treated you. All because you let another man touch you. Not intentionally, but that didn't seem to matter where this person was concerned. You felt your throat close up just thinking about the rage in his eyes when he found you. When had this become your life?

Going to start the shower, you slipped in muffling a cry at the stings the water pelted on your ass until it went numb and you finally let yourself relax. The heat and steam relaxed those sore muscles, and you let the water just cascade over you for a good 20 minutes before you went to wash your hair.

You could feel yourself starting to break at your situation. All you wanted now was to go back. The warm clothes and food Curtis brought you didn't make it any better. You were so completely under his control, that you couldn't stop him when he wanted you. That was so overwhelming that you ended up sinking to the bottom of the tub, curling up your legs and ignoring the pain as you let the sobs wrack your body, feeling so hopeless in your situation. Time passed, and the water started to lose its intense heat. Pulling yourself up, you started scrubbing and washing yourself quickly before it turned icy cold.

There was nothing you hated more than ice cold water chilling you. You got out and grabbed your towel to dry off, not looking in the mirror again since you didn't want to see the redness on your ass or some of the bruises that got left behind.

Looking out to make sure you were still alone, you went to look for clothes that Curtis had brought to you. Grabbing leggings and a heavy sweater of Curtis’s, it swallowed you, hanging loosely to one side as it almost exposed a shoulder. You sought out some food, and found an apple in the small refrigerator tucked near the bed. You debated going back to laying down, but that seemed almost like an invitation to get fucked once more. Instead you curled into the nearby chair, picking up the book to try and lose yourself in the story once more, listening for when the door would unlock and your personal demon would return.

Curtis reached the training ring, leaning against the edge to watch what would be part of his competition. So far they didn't worry him, their dancing movements around each other stumbling, their jabs connecting against flesh was weak, the opponent grunting but nothing more. He took note of which sides they favored, and as always, it was to the right they swung. Means he would work harder on his left hand strike.

Looking beyond the fighting men, he could see Grey on the other side, using a towel to dry his face and the ripple of muscles under his tattooed back was still taunt. He must have just gotten out of the ring himself and when Curtis scanned the mat, he could see that there was blood in one corner. Must have been the other guy. One of the help came over, a towel draped over his arm, water and wrap for Curtis’s hands. When Curtis saw it was Edgar, he softened a bit from his usual demeanor. The boy was 17, and hoping to work his way into the ring one day, fight for honor and Wilfords gifts to the winner. If he would survive getting that far, let alone survive the ring itself.

Not many did, Curtis bore the scars littered across his body and almost lost a time or two. His opponent had taken mercy on him, choosing not to kill him that time. Curtis had not forgotten being spared, but it was a kill or be killed lifestyle. He knew next time they might not show mercy on him, not if Wilford demanded a sacrifice. He learned from those lessons, worked tirelessly when he wasn't meeting Wilford’s other demands.

Edgar sat on the bench next to Curtis and took his hand, working on wrapping it around his wrist and up towards his knuckles. “Grey just finished.”

Curtis grunted in acknowledgment while Edgar continued. “They had to take Mikey to the hospital wing, Grey shattered his nose and probably half of the other bones in his face.”

Shaking his head and glancing at Grey leaving the gym, flexing his hands as if he's sore while smirking at Curtis, Curtis turned back to look at Edgar. “Well I hope your not fucking stupid enough to practice with him Edgar, or else you will be leaving the ring looking like him.”

“Oh I won't, I will take my name off the list first Curtis. This will be the fifth person he's done this to in training and no one is putting a stop to him.” Edgar finished his other hand and added the tape to keep it all secure. “Nah man, my kronole is on you. You win, I might get enough to live comfortably for a while.”

Curtis shook his head and arched his brow. “And if I lose the tournament?”

“Then I'm fucked, might have to move back to the tail end so they don't find me.”

Planting his hands to his knees to raise, Curtis just shook his head. “Putting a lot of faith in me to win.”

“Well…” Edgar followed along with Curtis to the punching bags so he could warm up, moving to hold onto it while Curtis started with some easy punches of his hand, loosening his muscles and warming up before he went into the ring. “... You kind of have more at stake now? Grey’s request if he wins is to take your new girl should he win.” Curtis paused with his hands raised near his face, nostrils flaring and jaw clenching at the thought of Grey laying his hands on you again. Anger rolled through him at the idea of it and next time his fist flew out, it moved the bag and Edgar backwards a bit before Edgar planted his feet.

“Over my dead body.” Curtis growled and Edgar peeked around the sandbag, wincing.

“I-uh- think that's what he is hoping.”

Shrugging, Curtis went back to punching the bag till sweat rolled down his back and along the sides of his face. Edgar threw him a towel, and after a quick swipe to his face, he moved on to other exercises. First jumping rope, moving light on his feet, onto sit ups, push ups and burpees. Once he went through his regular routine, breathing heavily, Edgar passed him his water and Curtis took a quick break to catch his breath. Even after using the towel, sweat still rolled down his body but he had one more thing to do before he could go meet with Wilford for his monthly demands. Go in the ring. “You ready?” Curtis asked Edgar, and he nodded while grabbing the padding for his hands.

Slipping under the ropes, Curtis let calmness wash over him. This was one of the few places he felt in control. The mat was slightly spongy under the balls of his feet, and he rolled his head back and forth to loosen up. This was his domain, there were two things he was good at. Fucking and fighting.

Edgar stepped in front of him to hold up his hands, giving a nod he was ready. The two men have built up a relationship over the years, from that first time Edgar as a scrawny preteen approaching Curtis.

Curtis let a bit of a smile slip at the thought of the kid, scrawny as he was back then, he insisted he could keep up with them, and Curtis relented. Allowing him to train with him, he became his shadow, always right there with anything Curtis might need. Many a day he showed him moves that he learned over time, giving him some pointers. Edgar at first was awkward, but over the years muscles built up and he became fluid agility on his feet. He still had learning to do, but he was noticed already by Wilford. As long as he could stay alive, Curtis suspected Wilford would keep Edgar.

“Come on Everett, best shot. You’ve been slacking lately.” Edgar kept his hands raised, and Curtis bounced on his feet before lashing his fist out, bullseye right in Edgar's palm.

“Weak old man! Shit the tailenders hit harder than you.” Edgar edged him on, and Curtis responded with a right-left, right-left. Edgar nodded with a grin.

“That's better, kinda.” He kept going and Curtis rolled his eyes before hitting him hard enough to back him up a few steps and his leg swung out in a kick for his foot to connect with the glove, backing him up towards the corner.

“You gonna keep running your mouth, you little shit?” Curtis snapped out and Edgar laughed, bracing for another hit. After a while, Curtis backed off, going to collect his bottle of water and squirted himself in his red strained face and into his mouth to swallow. Edgar had peeled off the protective gloves and stuck them under his arm to massage at his hands as he ducked out of the ring, knowing Curtis was done for the day.

“Same time in a couple days?” Edgar asked and Curtis went over to the board, looking at the time slots available. Of course he could see Grey had every day for the next couple weeks lined up.

“Same time tomorrow, I have to step it up for the tournament.” Taking the marker hanging nearby, he added his name to several days, and Edgar blew out a breath of disbelief but didn't complain about it.

“Okay, I will see you here tomorrow.” Edgar reached up and marked and E underneath all of Curtis’s signatures. Saying their goodbyes, Edgar split off to his car and Curtis went in to take a quick rinse off. After he had redressed, he left the gym and started to go through the cars towards the ending and Wilford to do his monthly meeting with Wilford. The guards looked Curtis up and down a moment, which he sneered at them in return. One made a threatening step towards him, but he didn't flinch, used to them trying to intimidate him.

“Tell Wilford I’m here for my appointment.” Curtis said once the guard backed off, and he turned away from them to lean on the railing, looking down at the main floor where he had been just the night before. There was still partiers, high as fuck on the kronole littered all over the booths. Orgies happening among groups of people, which at this point was just everyday with Curtis. But his eyes wandered from that, thinking about you instead of the groups of people wiggling all over each other. Those sweet mewls that he had to work out of you. How you tried so hard not to give into the pleasure he brought you, but eventually you wouldn't be able to fight it anymore, and when you would come for him, it was a beautiful thing.

Sometimes it made him lose control, feeling you tighten around him, and your arms circling around him to hide your face against his broad chest while he was pounding into you chasing his ending.

Fuck since you were delivered to him, he hadn't sought out the sensation of getting lost in a multitude of endless people, high as fuck on the kronole and blanking out on how he reached his orgasms, just riding that heightened pleasure till he untwisted out of the group. Even when he was assigned a woman to impregnate, that was just a job he had to do.

You though, since he has kept you all these weeks, it was different, or starting to feel different anyways. Maybe that was why he was so mad that Grey took notice of you? The creak of the door distracted him from his thoughts, and the guards stepped away so he could pass.

Stepping into the next car, the door slammed shut and he went through the high walk above the gears. Reaching the giant W, that door was open enough for him to slip through to see Wilford standing with a scrawny boy and measuring tape. Claude nearby, watching with a nod occasionally when Wilford said something.

“They just get scrawnier and scrawnier every time you bring me a new one Claude. Would think we were not feeding them.” Wilford sighed as he dropped the kids arm and dropped his hands to his waist. Curtis listened to the conversation now, and raised an incredulous brow at Wilfords comment. When you had come to him, you were delicate, weak in his hands. He had to be very careful that first time. Now with proper care, you were finally starting to gain weight. Fuller in his hold. You still bruised easily. “Alright Claude, get him cleaned up, hair cut, some workable clothes, good meal, and a delousing. He's crawling in them.” Wilford winced as he brushed his hands together like he was wiping away the child's filth.

“You got an important job son.” Wilford looked down at the boy, giving him a wide smile of flashing white teeth. If Curtis had to describe it, it was like the villains in the movies he would watch as a kid. Fake and vile looking. Even the boy cowered in fear. “Help me keep the engine running. Now you go with dearest Claude, and if you behave, she will give you a cookie.”

Claude was quick to snatch the child away, and Curtis watched with sympathy knowing the child wouldn't last long working for Wilford. The boy’s eyes turned up to Curtis in fear while the two passed, making Curtis have to look away, leaving the boy to Claude slipping him out and the door shut.

“Curtis! Already been a month?” Wilford approached him, a gleeful grin on his face as he clasped Curtis’s upper arms, giving a squeeze before letting him go. “I heard you've been in the gym quite often.” He moved aside to let Curtis come further into the room and settle at his little table. Wilford went about making drinks for the two of them. “So tell me son, how's the last month been? How’s your girl been treating you? Is she pregnant yet?” Wilford shot the questions at him, but Curtis knew the one he wanted to know, because that was the only reason Wilford put you with him.

“No, she isn't pregnant yet.” Curtis said sharply and Wilford took a pitcher and poured two glasses of crystal clear water, a rarity on Snowpiercer. Setting it in front of Curtis, he settled across from him and sighed.

“I'm getting a tad impatient Curtis. You’ve had her for several weeks now.”

Curtis pushed the water away without interest. “Well she wasn't healthy like the typical women I’m given Wilford. It's probably going to take a while.” he leaned back and watched as Wilford sighed with exasperation.

“You know that is pure snow melted. Not that filtered stuff through the system. You should really try it.” Wilford made a point to pick up his glass and sip from it. “I suppose you are right, just like that child. I don't really know what else to do with the tail enders. Maybe cull their group again like I did with McGregors Riots. They are just fucking to much, and filling up that space. No wonder they are all sick all the time.” Wilford sighed as if in a predicament, and he turned his attention back to Curtis. “Grey told me this morning that you had to discipline your girl?”

Curtis’s jaw clenched, wanting to snap Grey’s neck. He should have known Grey would run his mouth.

“Yesterday at the New Year’s Day gathering. I thought Y/N would be ready for a partial evening with others. She might have gotten a bit overwhelmed at it all, but she won't be making the same mistake again.” Curtis informed Wilford, a bite to his voice. Wilford chose to ignore it, and continued. “Mmh, from what Grey told me, she was and I quote. ‘A sassy bitch who Curtis was much too easy on.’ Then he proceeded to inform me that he would be willing to take her off your hands, seeing as she must be too much for you to handle.” Wilford's icy blue eyes twinkled a bit under bushy brows, well aware how his two favorite men he owned were always clashing. “Is that so Curtis? Can you not control your girl? I watched the video from last night. I have to say she was letting Grey put his hands on what is supposed to belong to you. And I have never known you be willing to share your partner before.”

“I said I handled it.” Curtis hissed out, his eyes narrowing at Wilford. “She thought it was me when she was dancing and Grey took advantage of her innocence. Trust me, she wont forget her lesson in paying attention.” half snarling out, now clearly pissed at having himself questioned if he could handle you. Curtis wouldn't let them take you because of Grey running his mouth.

“Okay Curtis, no need to get all up in a huff. Grey was just showing some concern for how you were managing her.” Wilford said rather quickly, and Curtis found it hard to keep his mouth shut about Wilford’s other prized breeder. The anger in Grey rippled through his body. Recalling how his hands were all over you, feeling you in a way he had no right to. Sliding on your hips, gracing your curves that all belonged to Curtis. His dark eyes looking down at you while you were blissfully unaware of the predator ready to steal you away. It made Curtis want to rage in a fury.

“I'm managing her just fine Wilford. Now can we finish up please?” Curtis reached into his jacket to pull out a list when Wilford paused him.

“Be patient Son, we still have the matter of the tournament to discuss. Do you know what you're asking for if you win?” Wilford arched his brow in question, and Curtis gave a sharp nod. In the past he always asked for the same thing. Time away from Wilford's program. Not having a woman in his charge for at least a month. This time that wasn't what he was going to ask for. He honestly didn't know what he wanted this time. He just knew you had changed it for him.

“Well I will tell you that Grey and Chaz asked for your woman specifically.” Wilford informed him, cocking his head to see Curtis’s reaction.

His jaw snapped shut, not worrying about Chaz. If he had to kill him to keep him from gaining his request, he could easily. But Grey, well he knew that would be harder.

“Right now you and Grey are closely matched Curtis. In fact your actually edged up in favor with the rest of the front end. I’m even putting a hefty bet on you as well.” Wilford leaned forward, eyeing Curtis like a prize. “Don't disappoint me.”

“You have nothing to worry about Wilford.” Curtis slipped his list across the table, and Wilford looked down, his brows lifted curiously while picking it up and reading through it. Giving a sigh like it was an inconvenience, he picked up his phone.

“Yes, I need the following things brought to the engine.” He droned on, and Curtis listened while remaining quiet, sure that Wilford requested for everything he had asked for.

You were curled up in the chair by the window, the book resting on your lap, and flipping to the page you had left off the day before. Your fingers traced over the words, thinking about Curtis dropping it in your lap last time he had come back from Wilfords. You hadn’t asked for it, but he seemed to notice you had gone through his small bookshelf already to keep entertained. It was the first real nice gesture from him. You had thanked him softly, and he just muttered that it wasn’t a big deal.

Your gaze lifted from the book to stare outside, letting your mind wander about your predicament with him. You wanted to go back to the tail end, to your friends. But he had assured you last night that there was no going back, you wouldn't ever get to return. So far, being here hasn't actually been all that terrible although you hated what you had become. You didn't want to enjoy being with Curtis, and most of the time you tried to fight back by trying to not enjoy it. But your body gave in every time under his touch. So you didn't even get the right to be able to say him fucking you was all that terrible. Did you choose it? No never. You have not initiated it once, and he had to force you to submit to him.

He was a vile man, you told yourself. Feeling shame burn your chest. You knew that wasn't the case. Curtis tried in his own way. He was forced into this, and used in this disgusting way. In fact from what you understood, he had come from the tail end to at first. Forced into this prostitution by Wilford. Leaning your forehead against the glass, a few tears slipped from your eyes. You still were scared of Curtis, he had a forceful power that could make you do whatever he wanted. Your fingers clenched around the book, wrinkling the pages in frustration.

Breathing out, you smoothed your books pages back again when the door swooshed open, and you looked up to see Claude snap into the room. “Come on Y/N, your appointment time.” She looked down at her clipboard, and then her wrist at a watch. “Hurry it up, the doctor doesn't have all day.”

You were quick to comply, grabbing a pair of pants and slipping them on, choosing to keep the over sized shirt of Curtis’s. Holding the door open, she ushered you out and steered you to another cart that was filled with all sorts of different compartments. You by passed front enders getting hair cuts, a dentist cleaning teeth, a seamstress measuring someone and Claude forced you into a doctors section.

The doctor looked over his shoulder at you and Claude. “Up on the table, I don't need you in here.” he waved Claude to leave. As always Claude gave you a warning look not to cause trouble and she slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her. “So, Y/N, how have you been feeling?” The Doctor started scrubbing his hands with strong chemical smelling soap. You picked at your shirt.

“Fine Dr. Fin.” you responded and he picked up a chart, looking through it.

“Ahhh were checking to see if Number 13 has impregnated you.”

“Curtis…” You looked away as you slipped off the table and worked your pants off. You hated when the Doctor referred to him as a number, like he wasn't a person but some kind of experiment for them to toy with.

“Yes Curtis.” Dr. Fin said absently as he waited for you to slip back onto the table and place your feet into the stirrups. “Have you two been together frequently since I have last seen you?”

You gave a nod while pulling yourself back onto the table and slipped your feet into the stirrups. Closing your eyes and tilting your bed, you tried to relax while the doctor checked you.

“Alright, well nothing yet.” He pulled away and motioned you to put your clothing back on, which you eagerly did. “But I have something that may just help with it.” He reached in the cabinet above his head and pulled out a syringe and needle top. You eyed the syringe in his hand warily.

“What is it?” you backed up a bit, trying to put some distance between the two of you while he next took out a bottle, and plunged the needle in it, drawing the liquid out and clearing the bubbles from it with a slight shake before turning to look at you.

“Nothing you need to worry about Y/N, now come over here and hold out your arm.” A shake of your head made Dr. Fin frown and narrow his eyes at you. “Come on child. Don't make me call in someone.”

You still refused to approach him, which you knew was pointless. That you were going to end up with the shot, whatever it was. But you didn’t have to make it easy for them. Dr. Fin sighed with impatience and hit a button under the table. “Just making this harder than it needs to be.” he tried approaching you again and you went around the table. Bolting to the door was an option now, although you were sure it would be locked to you. It didn't matter, because that's when an armed guard came through and assessed the situation. “You tailenders never learn do you?”

He grabbed you and pinned you against the table, you struggled, screamed trying to wrench away. The guard shook you viciously and used his weight to crush your chest into the medical chair, punching out the air from your lungs.

“I need her arm.” Dr. FIn said calmly, and you struggled with that too. Till you were knocked upside the temple, pain blossoming and black stars dazing your vision. “Wonder if 13 has this many problems with her.”

Your lungs burned and things in your vision went into a haze while your arm was stretched out, the guard above you snickered while you gave a few more weak attempts to pull free. “Not too bad from what we can see. Once in a while, but he is easily able to subdue her. Although Wilfords getting pissed that she isn't pregnant yet.”

You felt the sharp sting in your arm, trying to rip your arm away but there seems to be a firm hold on it. The burn of the medicine made you gasp in pain. But it was fading out, everything was fading out and then back in sharper. A fire raced your veins and you could feel it curl into your bloodstream wickedly. “W-what did you do to me?” Beads of sweat popped on your brow. The Doctor backed away and dispensed the needle away while the guard grasped your wrists to wrench your hands behind you.

“Y/N is ready now to be returned to Curtis. It's fast acting and won’t last long, so be quick to return her.” Dr. Fin said while ignoring you and with that you were wrenched from the room. Stumbling in the guards hold, you could feel your entire body itch, the weight of your clothing was suffocating. You kept gasping, trying to draw in some kind of air. You kept fighting his hold, sobbing as your legs shook and fell to your knees, while wiggling around. “I can’t! Somethings wrong.”

“There ain't nothing wrong with you bitch, get up.” He yanked on your wrists, making you scream when the pain at the unnatural angle twisted your arms till you thought they were going to snap. Hauling you back to your feet, he finally got to Curtis’s door. It opened to Curtis yanking off his sweaty work out shirt and he pushed you into the room. Once more you sprawled against the floor, similar to last night. Curtis was reaching down, a look of surprise in his eyes as he snapped at the guard.

“What the fuck is wrong with you people?!”

“She’s not my problem any longer, take care of her.” And the door was slammed shut, you curled in on yourself with a gasp as the heat took over again, and Curtis’s hands dug under your arms to lift you. Your hands pushed him away for a moment, and you started to paw at your clothing, tugging at them to get them off.

“Curtis, oh god get them off, get them off.” you said in a panic, and he once more picked you up and set you on the bed. Feeling him roll your shirt up and draw it over your head, he grabbed your shoulders to make you focus on him.

“Y/N! What did they do to you?” His eyes searched yours, dazed as they looked back at him. That heat settled now in your core, and you could feel your thighs trying to clench when a rush of arousal made your pants start to cling to you. You just needed him, right this second. Launching yourself at him, your lips pressing to his and biting at it, and your arms circled to his sweaty back, digging into the muscles.

“Curtis right now, fuck me.” you whined against his lips and pressed your chest into his, grinding your slick core against his groin. Curtis twisted you back onto the bed, his hand pressing against your neck to keep you pinned down while he leaned over you.

“Y/N, fuck your burning up. What did they do to you?” It was hard to miss the sweat running down your face and neck, droplets forming along your collarbone, and your breasts heaving as you took deep breaths, your hands wrapping around his wrist as you pressed yourself against him.

“Curtis please…” you tilted your head back and hissed as it all flooded you again, and Curtis gave you a slight shake.

“Answer me Y/N, what did they do to you?” He said firmly and you cried out in frustration.

“A shot! They pinned me down and injected something.” tears formed in the corner of your eyes, your pussy clenching needing to be filled, and you could feel him hard against you, but Curtis wasnt giving it.

“Those fuckers.” He snarled once you finally told him, and he pulled back to yank your pants and panties off, pulling you up to rip your bra off over your head. “We got to get you in the shower before you burn up.” You didn't care, were barely comprehending now his words. Locking your arms around his neck as you bite his shoulder to hiss against him while rubbing your sweat slick body to his, making him groan when your legs locked around his waist and your pussy slicked against his abs. Curtis could smell your arousal now, leaving him fucking aching and throbbing. The medicine they gave you heightened everything in you and you felt like you were loosing your mind. He slammed you into the wall beside the bathroom door, wrenching your head back to kiss you harshly, you met him back for the first time ever eagerly. There were no tentative touches and whines from you, no hesitation. You clawed at his back and rolled your hips against him, looking for more.

Tongues speared each other's mouth and teeth clashed, it was like you couldn't sate the hunger you had for this man now. You tipped away from that kiss, going down his jawline, and sucking on his earlobe.

“Fucking hell Y/N…” The solid muscle of Curtis crushed against you before pushing you two into the bathroom, he yanked your hot to the touch body off him, and pushed you into the shower to turn on the cold ice water. Slamming the glass door shut to keep you in there, he worked his sweats off his lean hips as fast as he could. Looking up, he could see your hand prints against the glass, pressing your forehead against the glass.

“Curtis, let me out.” you rolled your body into the glass, and he groaned seeing your skin clearing the sudden fogginess of the glass, your nipples pebbled in the icy cold water, and droplets running down your body while your eyes shined bright at him before you pulled away and the glass turned fogged again to just see your silhouette.

“Step back Y/N, i'm coming in.” Opening the door, you backed up, looking up at him from lowered lashes, water raining down on you to stream down your curves in drinkable streams. Stepping in, the glass door swung close again, your skin pebbled from the cold, but you paid no attention to the ice cold on the outside, but the burning on the inside. Taking in Curtis standing naked in front of you. You couldn't stop yourself, bringing your hand up to grasp the back of his neck, your arched to your tiptoes to close the gap, and dragging him into a kiss, his hands pushing you back against the wall, and his possessive touch squeezed your ass cheeks, making you want him in a way you never wanted before.

#wilfords demands #curtis everett #curtis everett x you #snowpiercer #curtis everett fic #snowpiercer fic #amber writes #sweater writes #tw: needle

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gallickingun · 4 years

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o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o I think I need me so sleepy time fluffy morning Baku sex. I've been corrupting myself too much lately LOL. Thirst post or drabble I guess? "Hey, you awake?" "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" "Don't cum yet."

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader RATINGS: M/E+ WARNINGS: smut WORD COUNT: 1.9k+

request from THIS prompt list - prompt fill sentences will look like this.

“Hey, you awake?”

You groan, stuffing your head beneath your pillow. It isn’t enough that he has the audacity to wake up before the sun rises, but for him to bother you until your eyes are peeled open? You smack your lips together, a disgruntled sound raking against your throat as you close your eyes again.

His palm is warm as it travels down the length of your abdomen, as if his scarred hands are prodding at every one of your ribs to count them in the early morning light, “I know you’re awake, c’mere.”

“Go back to bed,” you murmur into the sheets, but it holds no intent because you’re doing as he says, swiveling your body to tuck into his chest. Bakugou’s arms slink underneath your sleep shirt, a shirt he recognizes as his own, fingerprints mapping out the dips and curves of your back and shoulders. You hear him groan into the crown of your hair and you smirk, your eyes lazily drawing their way up to look into his crimson orbs, “Can’t sleep?”

On cue, Bakugou’s hips rut forward, and you feel his very prevalent boner press into your thigh. Your thigh muscles tighten at the sensation, the half-asleep haze still fogging up your brain so you can only think in partial thoughts.

His nose nuzzles your forehead, nudging against the creases until your skin softens, smoothing beneath his kisses. He grunts when you roll your hips forward, a teasing cant of your waistline making his blunt fingernails bite into your skin. A low growl rumbles in his chest, making its way up his throat until every cell in his body is vibrating with anticipation.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmurs into your tresses, voice dropped an octave when you hitch your thigh up over the top of his to get closer. Bakugou’s voice is still rough with sleep, all jagged edges and coarse tones as his mouth begins to wander, mumbling little aborted sentences into your skin, “Such a fuckin’ filthy tease in your sleep, babe. You feel that?”

He’s of course referring to the throbbing cock he’s currently sporting, pressed flush between your thighs and his. Bakugou licks the pad of his tongue over the length of your neck, tracing your jugular with his teeth. A fresh wave of arousal slickens the skin of your thighs, pre-come leaking from his tip to mix with your wetness.

“S’too early,” your murmuring against his collarbones, lazy, sloppy kisses pressed into his hot flesh.

Bakugou has always been a human heater – you suppose it’s just a side effect of his quirk. His body naturally runs hotter so he can kickstart his explosion quirk whenever he needs to. The stinging sensation of his palms as he tries to tame his power is not lost on you as his hands roam your body, pulling and dragging at you to keep you close and feel your frame.

He traipses a hand between your bodies, fingertips running down your abdomen until he reaches the spasming outer walls of your cunt, “Hah,” he is brash in his laughter, “you’re fuckin’ soaked, Princess. You really gonna tell me it’s too early?”

“Shuddup and fuck me,” you murmur into his neck, lavishing the skin with your teeth and tongue. Bakugou moans at the action, his eyelids slipping closed and his eyes rolling back in his head. You reach a hand up his neck to palm at his undercut until you get to a thatch of hair that you can hold onto, grasping at it desperately so you can bring him back down to kiss your mouth.

Bakugou is quick to roll himself over so he’s loitering above you, a shadow cast down on your body thanks to the beginning rays of the sunrise filtering in through your partially open blinds. He nudges his nose against the bridge of your face, tracing the outlines of your cheek bones while your hands busy themselves with his torso. You cannot get enough of his body, toned and yet somehow supple at the same time. Your fingers knead into the plush flesh of his ass, and he tilts his head so he can kiss you.

The head of his cock butterflies your pussy so he can collect the silvery strands of slick that have gathered between your lips. You moan into the cavity of his mouth, his teeth biting down on your tongue when he gets the chance, “Fuck, baby,” his voice is low as he sucks on the muscle, rutting his hips forward out of pure primal need.

“I love you,” you murmur into the void, playing with he blonde strands of hair that you can reach. Your other hand is rested between the planes of his shoulders, palming at the muscles that ripple as he moves.

Bakugou kisses your bottom lip, leaning back to admire your features, “I love you too.”

He accentuates the sentence by slowly dredging his cock forward, coating himself in your arousal at an agonizing pace that leaves you wanting more but somehow unable to beg for it. You adore him in these moments – when he is wanton enough to devour you whole, but uses his ever astounding self-restraint to savor your every sound. Bakugou is handsy when he’s just woken up, fingerprints searching for something to memorize, as if his very anatomy was pieced together to mesh with yours. He knows you like he knows himself, inside and out, and it only serves to better moments like this.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he’s almost whining, his voice thick as he does so. You find yourself sifting your fingers through his hair before your palm settles on his cheek, guiding his eyesight to your face so he can look down at you from where he’s hovering.

You swear you hear a gentle whimper when he makes eye contact with you, but you don’t press him about it, instead enjoying the view you have from beneath him. His hair shines like gold in the warm sunlight, his eyes are glittering rubies as his gaze bores into you, as if you might have all the secrets to the questions of the universe. You tilt your chin and kiss him on the mouth, tenderly and slow, and he matches your pace with the stuttering of his hips.

A moan passes between you, the origin of it unclear given that you now can’t tell where you end and he begins. You are a mess of tangled limbs and sounds, your arms and legs wound around his body as he fucks into you slowly. The bed creaks underneath your weight, but it only adds to the cacophony of sounds all intermingling together to form the melody of your morning.

“Damn, Princess,” Bakugou drops his mouth to your neck, softly sucking at a few different patches of skin. Hard enough to elicit a reaction in the way of your cunt clenching around his cock, but not hard enough that he might leave a mark that you’ll have to cover.

Bakugou works you to the precipice of pleasure, your climax fast approaching as the ministrations of his hips do not falter. You can feel his cock twitching from withing your walls and you clamp down to hold him steady, winding your hands in his hair as you hold him close, “N-No, don’t cum yet.”

He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, his hips bucking up into you in defiance, but it is only second nature for him. Bakugou kisses your jawline before murmuring in your ear, “I don’t know how you expect me to last much longer with this fucking perfect pussy of yours, all sloppy and wet around my cock.”

You shiver at his lewd words, your spine bolstering with confidence as he litters praise down on you like confetti. You tilt your head so your cheek is pressed into his, beckoning him forward with the gentle tug of your hand in his hair, “I-I wanna look at you when you cum.”

Bakugou is immediately upright, pulling his hips away from you so only the tip of him is submerged within your core, hot and throbbing with the imminence of his release. You feel him tensing up his body to try and force himself to look down at you, every nerve beneath his skin practically shattering at the sight of you so blissed-out and at his mercy.

His thumb brushes over the apple of your cheek and you feel like there has never been a more ethereal moment than this one. The soft smell of sweets cooking over a campfire fills your nostrils, a familiar taste in the air that you’ve come to know after many years of being with Bakugou Katsuki. Your chest brushes his as you inhale deeply, committing the moment to memory, commiserating it with the slight flare of your nostrils.

The sight of him so close to the crest of his release makes your thighs tense, but you want to savor this moment. These few seconds between when everything is calm and then the coil finally snaps, washing white-hot pleasure through your entire being. You press your palms to his cheeks, his still hazy eyes trying desperately to find a part of you to focus on.

A quiet curse falls from his lips before he sheathes his cock within you again, bottoming out on the first stroke. You can tell by the strain of his neck that he wants to lower his head, but he fights every instinct in his body and keeps his eyes focused on you, those vermillion irises ever present as you both begin to climb toward your release.

“Please, Katsuki,” you lick your lips and beg for him, clenching your thighs until they’re quivering, “cum in me, I want to feel you cum in me.”

Bakugou’s eyes are steely as he looks down at you, “Here you go, baby,” he murmurs into the void of your bedroom, the words airy and light as they drift from his lips to your ears.

Your heels dig into the plush of his backside, anchoring him to you as you feel the familiar heat of his spend coating your core. You moan in tandem with him, milking him with your glutinous walls trapping his cock inside. His tip is pressed hotly against your cervix, and you swear you can feel him in your spine, but that does nothing but stir your body into passion, brought even closer to the end when his thumb finds your clit.

“C’mon, Princess,” he mutters as he leans down to kiss you quickly on the mouth, “I want you to come for me, yeah? Come on my cock.”

That is all the encouragement your body needs, your arousal meeting his as you cry out, throwing your head forward to press against his collarbone. You sob at the feel of your body tensing up from head to toe, your orgasm shattering the world around you until all you can fathom is Katsuki.

Bakugou hums once you’ve fallen slack, nudging his nose along your cheek, “Where’s my girl?”

Your head falls back to the pillow and your hands find their familiar place in his ashen blonde locks, “Right here.”

As if there were anywhere else you’d rather be.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #morgan writes bnha #thirsty moe #cutesuki--bakugou #morgan gets mail

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queen-yalo · 3 years

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FFVII | Headcanons | Finding a stray kitten

Request: Hi sweetie!! Can I get a scenario for Rufus, Rude, and Tseng where their s/o sneak in a stray kitten they found somewhere random on a rainy day, while the guys are away at work. And the kitty just gets really attached to the guys for some reason. After they accidentally find out about the kitty's existence of course ♥️ Lets face it though hiding a kitty is hard, especially if they are loud lol Enjoy your 3 week vacation by the way!!! [by Anon]

A/N: That three week vacation was in July. Look at me. Not writing stuff for months. Who even am I. :( Hope you enjoy! ♥

Pairing(s): Rude x reader; Rufus Shinra x reader; Tseng x reader

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• Everything was perfect. You got the food, the litter box, the scratching post, catnip, a comfortable little bed... your tiny companion should absolutely feel at home. The only problem was... you had no idea how to tell Rude about the small addition to your household. You never talked about getting a pet because actually you never felt the need to. Yes, cats and dogs (or any animal for that matter) were cute, but you never thought about actually adopting one. Plus, how could you decide between those many animals that were looking for a forever home?

• Well, in this case you didn’t have to decide. The kitten decided for you. You heard it crying in the rain, looked at its tiny and soaked frame... and just knew you had to take it home. It felt like it was meant to be. After a quick checkup at the vet you learned that “it” was actually a “he” and “he” was very healthy. Just wet and hungry... but that was something you could fix very easily.

• Which got you into the situation you were in now. Sitting on the couch, the little kitten wrapped in a blanket while you were bottle-feeding it. You knew Rude was due to come home every minute now. And you had still no idea how to break the news to him. But as it turned out... you didn’t have to. The moment your heard the keys in the lock you jumped up, running to the door, ready to sweet talk Rude into letting you keep the kitten. You knew you had to choose your words very carefully. But as soon as you opened your mouth you were interrupted by a high pitched meow.

• The little guy climbed down the couch and followed you into the hallway, running straight into Rude’s direction and climbing up his leg as soon as he reached him. Rude was dumbfounded. There was... something.... crawling up his leg. His first instinct was to kick it off, but when he heard another tiny meow, something inside him told him to freeze.

• At first he wasn't too happy that you just took a stray animal home. But when you told him the whole story and when he realized the little guy was glued to his side, his cold demeanor slowly melted away, making space for a very giddy and very entranced Rude. In mere hours Rude became not only very soft for the little rascal. He also suggested to get another one because "He can't stay home alone all day, can he?"

• "The fact that my hand is on her back means nothing." Rufus glared at you when you came into the living room, looking at him and the kitten on the couch in awe. You quickly left the room again as to not make the tension inside this apartment worse than it already was, ever since Rufus came home. You didn't even try to hide it. As soon as he stepped into the house you proudly showed him the little furball that you found outside.

• At first Rufus was livid. How dare you just pick up a stray animal and take it home - bring it into both your lives like it wasn't a 20-year-commitment? What were you thinking? He told you to get rid of it, which you refused to do. So after a pointless and unnecessary argument you agreed on finding it another loving home. Rufus was fine with that arrangement... or so he thought.

• Now as he was petting the little floofer, he wasn't too sure of that decision anymore. He hated to admit it, but she was tugging at his heart-strings - and he didn’t know if he liked it. He didn’t like it, when something or someone was able to break his cold and aloof facade. You were the first person that was able to do it and that was already more than enough, wasn’t it?! But now, this little fluffy kitten was using him as her personal resting place, as she clumsily climbed onto his lap, and he knew he was a goner - even though he didn’t like it.

• You were wise enough to not say anything when you saw him watching her sleeping on his lap, his eyes soft and full of adoration. It was a rare sight to see Rufus so calm and gentle. But you also knew, that Rufus didn’t like to be called out on that. So instead, you just decided to watch silently and smile to yourself. Of course Rufus noticed you staring. But he too didn’t say a thing. What was he supposed to say? Everything he could say was already known to you. He lost the fight.

• "So...” You started after a few minutes. “Would you happen to know someone who wants to adopt a kitten or do I have to start the search from scratch?” You grinned slightly as Rufus glared at you from the couch, his hand still petting the kitten softly. “No, you don’t.” He mumbled quietly, laying the kitten onto his chest gently as he laid down. “You’ve won. She can stay.”

• You were anxious. Saving and taking home a kitten was one thing. Telling Tseng another. He would freak out for sure. It wasn’t that he didn’t like animals, he did. Just not… inside the house. But that was exactly what was going on right now. You brought a kitten home without asking or telling him. And now as you were shopping for kitten-stuff you were trying to think of a way to tell Tseng. Yet, no matter how much you thought about it… nothing was coming.

• Your heart stopped when you unlocked your door and realized you only had to turn the key once. Someone was already here. No, not someone. Tseng. You checked the time. He wasn’t due to come home for at least another two or three hours. You gulped. Maybe you were lucky and the kitten hid somewhere even Tseng couldn’t find it.

• You weren't lucky. Tseng stood right behind the door, kitten in his head, glaring at you. “Care to explain?” He asked sternly. You bit your lip sheepishly and took the small kitten from him. “I found him in the slums... he was all alone, have some mercy.” You pleaded, cuddling the little fluffer. Tseng rolled his eyes. “I told you times and times before that I don’t want animals inside the house. What’s so hard to understand?!”

• You assured Tseng that it would only be for a little time, until you found another home for him. He agreed reluctantly. But he wasn’t really happy about it. You feared that the next few days would be the longest of your life. The atmosphere at home was more than tense. Until... something changed. You didn’t know how and you didn’t know when... but at one point the kitten purred his way into Tsengs heart.

• He slept on Tseng’s chest at night. He climbed onto Tseng’s shoulder and stayed there whenever he could. At first, Tseng fought it... but withing a few days, he came to enjoy the attention. He even found himself actively bonding with him, playing with him, petting him... it was strange. He never thought that he would enjoy having a pet around. When you told him that you may have found a home for the little floofer, Tseng tensed up before saying the words you never thought you would hear: “No. He belongs to us.”

#final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii headcanons #final fantasy 7 headcanons #rude #rude x reader #rufus shinra #rufus sinra x reader #tseng #tseng x reader #x reader

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dodo-begone · 3 years

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Loyal here, and back from the dead! Had some health issues and family drama, but I should be completely back now! I hope this all makes sense, I had to take Benadryl so I’m kinda out of it at the moment.

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For those who have been interested in the idea of a reader from Undertale, I’m so happy! Anon who went into detail with how y/n might be forced into bringing out their soul? *chefs kiss* I love it. And with Ranboo or Techno doing it on accident because of the voice(s)? Then, when they snap out of it and see y/n begging this ‘Frisk’ person for mercy? AAAAAAA YES P L E A S E. I live for the angst and that concept quenched my thirst for it. When it comes to the resets, I think that most of what happened during them felt like dejavú to y/n when going through the Underground, making them give reactions similar to the monsters who seem to recall certain things when you play the game again. However, when it comes to the genocide route, I feel like they don’t remember anything. At least...not until they’re put under extreme stress, panic, trauma, etc., or if they’re in an intense life or death situation. Only then would they remember. But it’s messy when they do. They get thrown into a memory and basically have a mental breakdown. Whether they remember it once they calm down or not...? Up to you. Anyway, here’s some of my own ideas based off all this!

- In Ranboo’s case, I feel like he’d know who Frisk is and quite a bit about y/n’s world. He just seems like the type of person you could tell anything to and he’d listen. Because of this factor, I can see y/n having either already shown him their SOUL, or having planned to in the near future. He’d recognize the situation—a panic attack—and do everything in his power to calm y/n down. He isn’t the type to pry, so he wouldn’t mention the reader’s SOUL unless it seemed to be in really bad condition. He’d rather y/n come to him and open up on their own.

- It’s a cry fest. They’re both tearing up and telling the other not to cry. Y/n knows it wasn’t Ranboo’s fault and doesn’t want him hurting himself over it, especially because his tears hurt him. They forgive him, it’s okay. Ranboo feels incredibly guilty for what he’s done. And seeing them crying over what he did and the trauma he accidentally brought onto them? He’s crushed. You know those sappy movies where the main characters are comforting each other, crying but letting out choked/hiccuping laughter? Not because they find the situation funny, but because they both react the same way and just want what’s best for each other and it’s all around adorable? That’s them.

- But, if it’s yandere Ranboo? He’d probably see this as proof that y/n is far too fragile for this world. Clearly, they need someone to protect them. He’d most certainly feel guilty about what he’d done, but he may play it up a bit to get as much attention/sympathy/whatever from them.

- For Techno, unless he was there when y/n initially woke up in the SMP, I don’t think he’d believe them. So he probably doesn’t know shit (or, he at least knows the basics), unless he found out from someone else. That’s just my opinion tho. Either way, I believe he’d think it’s all bullshit. However, he wouldn’t force an encounter to prove his point. He has at least some decency. No he doesn’t. I feel like he’d remind y/n of just how hostile monsters Underground were in the beginning, so they’d be weary around him. (I’m doing flat out yandere for him from now on bc that’s all I can think of rn)

- If he doesn’t know who Frisk is, I see him being slightly insulted that they think of some random stranger—as far as he’s aware—who clearly hurt them. He’d never do that! He—oh shit, he kinda sorta did do that...

- If he does know who Frisk is and is romantically interested in y/n, he’d probably be peeved that they’re basically referring to him as their sibling. He gets that they’re going through a traumatic episode but c’mon! He’d end up pushing the thought aside to help them. However, he may be slightly petty for the next few days.

- Keeping on the romantic yandere side, I see him possibly making the situation worse even if it isn’t his intention to. Whether he’s told by y/n or someone else, he at least knows what their SOUL is and what it stands for (even if he didn’t believe it till now). So here’s his little darling, all curled up and clutching their SOUL to their chest like it’s their lifeline. Oh, wait, it is. Sure, he’s surprised that it’s real, but any shock he would’ve felt is replaced by awe and he can’t help but notice how mesmerizing it is. So, he forcefully gently pulls their arms away from their chest, cooing at them and saying that everything’s fine, and removes their hands from the entity so he can get a better look at it. He watches as the (color) heart bobs slightly up and down, and can’t help but be surprised by how warm it feels against the palms of his calloused hands when he cups it. Any whimpers and pleas from y/n begging for their soul to be returned are blocked out. All he can focus on is the SOUL in front of him, the very culmination of their being, and how small it is. This little thing, that takes damage whenever their body does, that physically appears whenever they are in a fight, is what keeps them alive? That won’t do. Not at all. This land is far too dangerous for them! They better get used to his cabin, for as far as Techno’s concerned, it’s their new world home.

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And Tommy forcing them into an encounter because he thinks it’s all bullshit? That would definitely happen. He’d feel so guilty once he sees the look of betrayal in y/n’s eyes and the disappointment that shows on the faces of anyone who had seen the forced encounter. As if they too weren’t curious. He noticed that no one stopped him. Let’s be honest. Most would be too curious to interfere.

- Y/n probably falls to their knees, cupping their SOUL in the palms of their hands. They know that Tommy wouldn’t actually hurt them, but they can’t help but feel as though their boundaries have been pushed aside, as though one of their only requests meant nothing to everyone. Tears slip and it takes watching the glowing heart, being lost in their own world as they mentally count every rhythmic bob to ground them. Once their breathing calms and their sobs turn into hushed whimpers, they push their SOUL back into their chest and stare at the ground, unsure of what to do next.

- Tommy definitely acts a hundred times more mature in the following moments. Depending on when in the DSMP timeline this occurs, he’d either be confident—and rightfully so—in his ability to help someone during a panic attack, or be hesitant, unsure of what to do, fumbling with his words and motions, but trying his damn hardest to help nonetheless. Either way, I see y/n appreciating it. Y/n literally come from a world where they would befriend creatures ten seconds after they genuinely tried to kill them and their sibling. I don’t see them holding a grudge. They’d most likely be slightly weary in the following twenty to thirty minutes, but get over it. After all, they’ve always chosen MERCY. Can’t say the same for their sibling, though. Tommy’s extra cautious about what he says or does around them after that.

- I feel like after a few weeks or months, y/n may bond enough with Tommy to want to show how much they trust him by bringing out their SOUL. Especially if they’re there through all the hell that Tommy goes through story-wise. To them, it’d probably be their way of telling him that they trust him with their life, and that they’ll always be on his side.

- Yandere or not, he does everything in his power to protect y/n if they remain weary of encounters. He’ll either find a way to avoid a fight, not wanting to hurt y/n by doing anything that would make him gain this supposed LOVE that comes from their world, or he’d do enough damage to allow them to escape without anyone or anything dying.

- If y/n discovers that they’re able to befriend the monsters of this world like they could their own, regular Tommy would respect that. He may be a bit antsy if the encounter drags on or if y/n sustains some damage, but he knows that they know what they’re doing. As previously mentioned, he’ll get involved if things go south, but he won’t kill anything. At least, not in front of them. Gotta get bones, blaze powder, and spider eyes somehow. But even then, he does it sparingly out of respect for y/n’s wishes. That, or he’ll have someone else get materials for him.

- Yandere Tommy wouldn’t risk shit. You can’t just talk to mobs, you idiot! You’ll die if you do that! And you’ve only got one life! He’d threaten to kill mobs right in front of y/n if it’d get them to stop trying to play house with disgusting monsters. That, or he may force y/n into killing. Their HP, AT, and DF increase when their LOVE increases, right? So they have to if they want to survive!

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I agree with the anon that Dream and Vilbur would definitely force y/n into an encounter. Yandere or not. If yandere, they’d probably become obsessed with the concept of SOULS and constantly pressure them into bringing it out. They use it as a nightlight JKJKJK.

- Ya know how in Deltarune, Kris yeets their SOUL into a cage? Well, imagine that, but it’s forcefully taken by Dream. He’d put it in a glass container and show it off like some damn trophy. That, or he hides it away where no one can find it. Vilbur would do the same but keep the SOUL on his person at all times. That way no one forgets who y/n belongs to. To him, it’d show power and ownership. Much to his pleasure and mostly everyone else’s disgust.

- I’d also add Schlatt to the list of people that force an encounter, as well as yandere Sam. Schlatt would pull it out in front of everyone to show how much power he can hold ever someone, or, to use as a shield when he thinks Pogtopia will attack. They wouldn’t want to hurt an innocent person who’s got a little sibling waiting for them at home, would they? With Sam, he’d do it to make sure that y/n is in perfect health. Can’t risk there being any cracks or the SOUL being dim! Following Tommy’s death and revival, he’d probably do the same as Vilbur, keeping their SOUL with him and never letting it out of his sight. However, instead of doing it out of a show of power like Vilbur, it’s out of paranoia. He can’t lose you too. He has to know that you’re okay!

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For some fluff, here’s who I think y/n would eventually trust enough to show their SOUL:

- Tommy (as mentioned earlier)

- Ranboo (also mentioned earlier)

- Tubbo (he reminds them too much of Asriel to not trust him with their SOUL)

- Captain Puffy (same as Tubbo, but for Toriel)

- Ghostbur (he’s just so nice!! How could they not? Besides, he sometimes reminds them of Napstablook! They probably call Ghostbur Blooky a lot on accident and the ghost just learns to roll with it LOL)

- Karl! (After hearing about this person who comes from a world with timelines and basically time travel, he can’t help but be interested. He’s losing so much, he needs someone who might possibly understand. They both share a similar hatred towards the concept of time travel/resets and the amount of pressure it puts on a person’s shoulders. That, and the lack of memories, even if they‘be both been effected by this in different ways)

- Bad (before he’s corrupted by the egg, of course. He’s so sweet omg. Besides, his personality gives me Toriel vibes)

I personally don’t see them trusting Philza enough, no matter how much he reminds them of Asgore. Then again, the King of Monsters is the one who basically put a bounty on their SOUL. He also refused their MERCY and forced them to FIGHT. Besides, when they hear from others—or see it for themself—that Philza kills his own son? I don’t think they’d ever forgive that. No matter what happens. You should refuse death, because there’s always another option. They’d know first hand, after all. With having their SOUL broken in half and pieced back together thanks to their own sheer will to live. To protect their sibling and save their friends. The battle against Asriel taught them so much, and they’d never take life for granted again thanks to it. “Asgore, though I may not stand by his methods of taking the SOULS of innocents—children, no less—I understand why he did it. He lost both of his children, his pride and joy, at the hands of humans. The real monsters of this w—of my world. He would have given anything to get them back. And you, you just throw your son’s life away? How could you?! Do you know how many beings, Monsters and humans alike, would sacrifice everything just to see their loved ones one more time? To take their place? To save them from a brutal death by the hands of those who want your SOULS? To see their small body covered in blood and burns or spears. Only for their death to have been meaningless, for their SOUL had shattered before it could be collected and used? When it should have been you, their big sibling, to take their place?” Yeah... they’ve definitely got some issues they need to deal with LOL. I personally headcanon that even if Frisk wasn’t able to reset, their soul would have been useless when it came to breaking the barrier because that thing shattered into PIECES. What would the monsters do? Use gorilla glue and hope the damn thing stays together?

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Imagine how different characters, Yandere or not, would react to y/n’s soul shattering. Especially if it’s because y/n took a hit for them.

ALRIGHT THATS IT AND IM GOING TO SLEEP LOL

Omg that’s so much. It’s all so fucking good but I am just overwhelmed by how much is here because I want to answer it all but,,,

IT’S SO GOOF NIGHTLIGHT SOUL JANSJS PLEASE HAHA that’s just hilarious.

Also putting the soul in cages? YES THAT’S SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT TO BRING UP!!! Vilbur wanting to own while Sam wants to protect. Both lead to a similar end. An emotionless reader with no care for themselves or others. Just a rogue being. A zombie, I’d you will. But not dumb. Oh not dumb at all.

Also putting the soul in a jar??? I ca see DreamXD doing the same, if not similar. Ooo maybe he wears their souls on him? Trapping it in a piece of jewelry to display your “loyalty” and “love” to him.

I’m sorry I’m just not feelin too good.

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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years

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Betrothed Ch. 5 - Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

Chapter 5 - Balmy

Summary: Your husband gradually learns what it means to crave you. But his trauma reaches deeper than you could imagine.

Warnings: Oral sex (male recieving), Angst.

Words: 2255

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A/N: Fun fact I wrote this at 2am on the Tumblr App kill me

"I didn't know you were a dancer!”

"I'm not" your husband retorted while effortlessly swirling you around and catching you in his arms.

You didn't expect him to be this good when you persuaded him into dancing, calling it ‘exercise’ so he’d agree. Well, to be perfectly honest, you just wanted to enjoy being close to him.

Of course he had perfect control over his body. It was Illumi, after all.

"You're so amazing" you whispered into his shirt, cheek pressed against his chest as both of you slowly moved to the music.

His heartbeat was always so calm, wildly different from yours.

"And you should not idolize me."

Looking up to the tall man, you stared at him with interrogating eyes. "Why?

"I told you already. I'm a monster."

His words only made you deepen the embrace, your fingers almost tearing on his clothes as they ran down Illumi's back.

"It's true, Y/N. I need to kill in order to feel alive." As if he could read your thoughts, Illumi reassuringly pat your head. "Don't be sad."

How could you not be?

The past months of your marriage were very troublesome for your husband - and you knew very well that you were the reason for it.

You were slowly but steadily tearing down the wall he had so carefully built around his conscience, making him question his actions and the indoctrination of his family.

It would still be a long way, but you were sure that all of this was very confusing for him.

You had figured that Illumi had been a very sensitive child in the past, mentally broken to fit into the life of an assassin.

The dance came to a sudden hold when you grabbed his shirt, forcing him down to your height for a kiss.

Your husband would always give in to your touch, even though he felt like his lips would stain your bright self.

"Let...let me prove you wrong, Lumi" you breathed into his mouth as your lips parted, leading his hands to your waist. "Please."

He wanted to object or ask what you meant, but you already intertwined your hands with his, signalizing him to follow your lead.

Right now, the only thing in your mind was to help him feel human again.

Only a few minutes later, you found yourself entering the bedroom to an already naked Illumi.

It was oddly surprising that Illumi had accepted your wish so quickly, making you even more nervous.

This was no time to be unsure: You were determined to be his.

Were you really ready?

Get yourself together, damn it!

"Do you like it?" you shyly asked, presenting your bare form to your husband. "How do I look?"

Of course you could've chosen nice lingerie, but you wanted him to see you as you were.

Pure and vulnerable. He should know you inside out.

Of course Illumi had his own way of approving.

"Acceptable" he spoke after taking in your appearance as if to evaluate you. "I guess common people would be aroused by the sight."

At least the awkwardness of your husband managed to brighten up the atmosphere.

You snorted at his comment as you climbed into the bed with him. "I take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one." His eyes were practically glued to you, running up and down your body.

Illumi was stiffly laying on his back, seemingly on high alert for whatever reason.

"Touch me all you like, Lumi." This was both your first time, so why not experiment on what felt good for both of you?

His body was a sight for the sore eyes, raven hair contrasting his delicate porcellain skin.

And little did you know he felt the same about you.

Just the way he was raised, Illumi listened to the command.

His fingertips were ghosting over your shoulders, adorably unaware about how to start.

"Go on" you praised with an affirming voice, smiling at him as brightly as possible.

With swift movements, Illumi's hand ran over your chest, along your waist to your hips, softly squeezing the flesh on your thight.

"No no, it's fine." You touched his cheek, leading his lips to yours once again.

A soft moan escaped your lips, making him blink at the foreign sound.

Illumi felt his chest tighten alone at the possibility of having hurt you.

The soft kiss soon turned more wild, almost exploring as your tongue ran over his lips before entering his mouth.

Of course he was going along with everything, but his lack of reaction made you unsure, so you pulled back.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? There's no need to rush."

You were flattered by your husband's worry and care, yet it felt like he was getting cold feet himself.

Straddling his waist, you felt a sudden confidence blooming in your chest.

Making Illumi feel good would suffice for today.

You had so much as the rest of your lives together, after all.

"Never been more sure about anything in my life" you whispered into his ear, starting placing tender kisses from his air along his neck, stopping at the shoulder.

Slowly but steadily, you began to work your way down - hands firmly caressing his sides as you simultaneously traced his chest and belly with kisses, leaving goosebumps along the way.

This was your work, you told yourself. You had that kind of effect on him.

As soon as you marked his loin with yet another, smooth kiss, your husband stopped you.

"Y/N" he breathed out and for a second he had to actually pull himself together. "There's no need for that. I can start whenever I want."

There it was again - his perfect self-control.

Of course you knew he didn't need any foreplay. His body would listen to his every command. It was trained to function, after all.

You felt something hard twitching under you, making you feel a sudden heat into your guts.

But that was not the point. And not what you wanted, either.

“Please, Lumi...”

No answer. That meant you may continue.

“Let me try something” you almost begged as you placed yourself between his parted legs, hands running up his thighs.

Illumi didn't seem to disapprove.

Lust was enhancing your senses a thousandfold, knowing one of the most deadliest assassins was laying right under you - completely at your mercy.

He wasn’t ticklish. Of course he wasn’t.

But you could feel that the way your fingers dancing over his lends still prickled on his skin. “How does it feel?”

“Not bad, i think.” His eyes were hard to read at that moment, laced with many emotions at once.

Of course he had masturbated some times before. He was still a functioning human being, sometimes unable to resist those natural needs.

But it has always been mechanical and rough, to get rid of that bothersome feeling as quick as possible.

Yet the sensations you teached Illumi right now were foreign to him. Pleasure, want, closeness...He was both intrigued and afraid of them.

And he knew he needed more.

Grabbing his shaft and rubbing the tip with your thumb, you demanded “Not enough. I want to make you feel good.”

And your husband trusted you enough to let anything you planned for him to happen.

You knew Illumi was secretly afraid of losing control.

Killing. Needlemen.

Manipulating his siblings.

All of this were desperate attempts to try and gain back at least a fraction of control he lost due to his upbringing - even if it was only an illusion he created himself.

So this moment, right here and now, was a very vunerable one.

"Beautiful" he spoke in a low voice, caughing you off guard.

If you weren't already that aroused, you'd probably get incredibly jittery - but right now, it only strenghtened your wish to exchange all of his hurt with full pleasure.

So instead of answering, you focused completely on him.

A sound of pleasure escaped your throat, wetting your lips as you lowered yourself onto him.

His cock sprung up taunt while you ran your tongue over it, and he sharply breathed in.

In your arousal, you began pumping his cock and simultaneously fondledwith his balls as you gently sucked the tip.

As you tried to swallow as much of his lenght as you could, you looked up into Illumi’s indifferent eyes. They were stuck on you, eagerly observing every single move and sound you made.

The relaxation you felt in his body was quickly replaced with a positive tension, his hands trying to assist holding you in place as you found his weak spot.

Your grip on his shaft was firm yet soft, enhancing the speed as you noticed how his hips began moving on it’s own, basically thrusting into your mouth.

Tasting drips of his precum only made you go wilder, moaning in extasy as you bobbed up and down on his pulsating cock.

Frantically moving your head, you tried to figure out what felt good for your husband, noticing every little twitch or shift.

Suddenly, you felt his cock swell one last time, growing thick in your mouth as he balled a fist in the sheets.

Strings of cum filled your cheeks as he fully pushed your head onto his cock, squinting his eyes together as he let out a deep, aggravated sigh.

Your look wouldn't falter as you observed his expression. Illumi's unaffected look quickly returned, petting your head as he watched you swallow his seed.

Illumi abruptly brought you into his arms, kissing you as if he needed to breathe you in while the afterwaves of his orgasm shook through his body.

"What a waste" he mumbled into your lightening up face as you tried ti calm down from that breathtaking moment.

"But you came!" you retorted cheerfully, snuggling onto his chest as he placed an arm around you. “Can’t be all that bad, you grinch.”

Illumi furrowed his brows as you poked his forehead, before burying his face into your neck. "Well, guess I didn't want to disrespect your efforts."

For a moment, you thought to recognize disappointment in his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. It felt...great." Illumi absentmindedly pecked a kiss on your forehead. "But I didn't do anything for you."

“Oh, dear!” you chuckled shyly, already pleasured just from seeing him cum. “You have more than enough time to repay me. The next lession will be that, then?”

“Whatever.”

“See? You’re a kind person...in some ways.” Your aura was hard to bear for Illumi at some times. It was so pure and full of honest affection - nothing he could ever understand how he deserved something like that.

“You don’t need friends.”

Illumi was still wide awake, watching over you like a guard dog. Yet while you were sleeping soundly, he couldn’t get the voice of his mother out of his head. And the statement - no, the commandment - he passed on to his younger siblings.

“They’ll all eventually betray you some day. And even if they don’t: You’ll grow tired of them, ultimatively ending up killing them.”

A blurry face flashed in front of his inner eye - yes. He had almost forgotten. He had a friend back then. One of the butlers in training, and probably the only one who wasn’t afraid to aproach him.

But in the end, young Illumi killed him. It was an accident, really. As a child, he had a great temper and couldn’t contain his powers very well.

Illumi didn’t know how to properly interact with people. So just as he saw his family treating people they cared about, he wanted to control his only friend. Manipulated and abused him. Maybe he went a bit overboard.

And when he saw the boy getting along with someone else, Illumi snapped.

“Friends are obsolete” his mother consoled him back then. “Family are the only persons that matter.”

After that, Illumi never dared to make friends again. Not because he wasn’t keen of his family’s displeasure, no.

He was afraid of hurting them because of what he was.

“Y/N will end up betraying you...How could she ever love you the way you are? You have no right to have friends.”

The words in his head got louder and louder, spiraling into a dangerous pit of despair.

“One day, Y/N will see what kind of monster you are and run from you to save herself.”

Wait.

There was another way.

His mind was racing, but he already felt a needle in between his fingers.

Like this, you would always be loyal. You could never leave or betray you.

His breathing hitched as he realized your eyes were suddenly wide open.

"What are you brooding about?"

It just made no sense.

Even half-asleep you should be able to see the needle and read the situation - yet you opened your arms wide for a hug.

"Y/N..."

"You won't do it."

Illumi couldn't keep his mouth closed at how firm your words were.

Why did you doubt a madman like him couldn't do something that fit his profile so well?

"How are you so sure?"

You cupped his face in your hands, slowly bringing it down to yours.

And then it dawned to him: He knew the answer all along.

"Because I love you, Illumi Zoldyck."

"You wha-" Bringing your lips onto his, you silenced any attempt of arguing about that fact.

Not even your husband himself could change the way you were feeling.

You knew those words held too much meaning for him to ever understand. But it didn't matter if he was able to feel the same. You'd always stay at his side. That was enough for you.

At that moment, he couldn't help but wonder what you made him become.

"My life already belongs to you, Lumi.”

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aka-indulgence · 3 years

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So. This was a.. detailed dream I had a week or more ago? the one I referenced in an ask... and I feel like writing out that scene because hoo... so many thoughts

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It was dark.

Night had fallen. It was late, most people have gone back into their humble homes and gone to sleep.

That wasn’t the case with the castle. Guards stood... well, guarded near the front gates, and near all other entrances on the ground. Not to mention, the ones making regular rounds inside the castle itself. All to keep the royals safe from anyone who wanted to get in for one reason or another. Theft, murder, sabotage....

...kidnapping...

Anyone would have a hard time just attempting to get in.

...

A raven watches from the distance, tilting its head this way and that, surveying the castle.

It flies, with its feathers as black as the night sky, no one sees it. And who would take another glance at a bird flying around?

It perches on the railing of a balcony on the second floor of the castle, looking down at the guards that stood vigilant at their stations. Inside, there was nary a soul passing by.

The raven hops down from its rest- suddenly becoming enveloped in shadows and darkness. Its form warps, and where the raven was now stood a tall imposing figure as the shadow’s creep away from him.

A grin would be first to come to attention if anyone was there to witness it. A cloak covered most of his body, apart from his hands and face, where you could see that this man was a skeleton. His hands weren’t made of flesh but instead finger-like phalanges, with “palm” made entirely of bone that resembled a human’s, with tendon-like shapes connecting the fingers to the base of the hand. His head was not a head as you knew it, but instead a skull. It wasn’t shaped in how you’d expect a skull to be either, more rounded with less edges.

But if you thought that’d make him look less scary, think again. His sockets were empty, empty of emotion. The grin he wore was nothing short of uncanny, as he approached the doors to the inside of the castle.

The door shuts with a quiet “clack” and he looks around. When he doesn’t see any guards he runs quietly from one hall to the other.

He’s silent, his footsteps not making so much as a whisper, a thud, against the floor.

Every time a guard or more comes by he slides into the corners and walls, hidden in the shadow, covered by the darkness. He smiles to himself. He could kill these guards if he wanted to, but that’d be such a mess... when others find the body, more would come, and that would make his little trip so much more difficult than it needs to be.

He bounds across the carpeted floors, where he didn’t have to be so careful about the sounds he’s making. Sliding by hallways like the wind, taking detours into various rooms whenever he needed to; a clear map of the castle in his head, heading towards his destination.

were there always so many guards walking the halls? Sans, the skeleton in black, thought to himself as he sweeps to the right, near a support. then again... i never had to worry about being spotted by them before.

Ah yes... old memories of when he still lived in this place. Even after all these years, he still remembers where everything is, just like he remembers all the little scars that litter his phalanges.

And it’s come especially useful now... as he ascends a flight of stairs, passing by unsuspecting men who were supposed to be protecting something... someone very important... he finally spots a familiar wooden door.

He doesn’t waste time, only making quick looks here and there before he darts to it from the landing, opening the door and quickly making his way inside.

He would’ve closed the door immediately if he didn’t also the one he’s been after for so long now.

The light of the torches outside, coming in through the crack of the door falls almost perfectly on your face, highlighting it. You had your hands under your cheek, your eyes shut, a small smile on your face. You seemed to be in such a peaceful sleep... your eyelids fluttered a little and your brows knitted from the sudden light of the outside.

Sans slowly, brought his hand back to find the door and quietly pushed it close, unwilling to glance away from the fair maiden his eyesockets had fallen on.

“oh... (y/n)...” He sighed lovingly, his grin turning just a little bit warmer, making his way towards your bed; his cloak brushing the floor.

He bends his knees so his chest was to your bedside- to take a closer look at you.

it’s been so long since i’ve seen you, love... He reaches out to touch your face, but thought better of it, his phalanges flinching. He might wake you up with contact... he didn’t want to alarm you.

Instead, he brought his hands down to the thick blankets that covered you. Of course, you were still so... fragile. Unlike him. You couldn’t stand the cold... not as much as him.

His turned his head, seeing how the blankets were draped over your body, he could see just a little bit of how you were shaped. His eyesockets trailed up, and settled on your hair. They reflected a bit of the moonlight that was quietly glowing through the windows. It looked somewhat shiny... like silk.

He looked down to your face. The tips of his phalanges sank a little into the bedcovers, seeing just how soft your skin looked. It’s always looked soft to him, but now? Now it looked almost ethereal under the pale light. Your brows had relaxed and with the little, innocent smile on your face... oh, it’s like he was falling in love all over again. His grin widens dreamily, and his sockets go down to your hands. They were under your head, but one had moved to the pillow, giving him a look. They looked so soft too... so soft and delicate compared to his hands of bone. So small too... he wanted to brush the tips of his fingers against the back of your hand, he wanted to kiss your knuckles, he wanted to-

...

His grin falls.

He’s... always wanted to hold your hands.

Back when he was still a proper member of this castle... when he was still one of the king’s mages, often times advising him in anything magic related. Whenever he thought of the perfect partner to spend the rest of his life with, it had always been you. He wasn’t really sure what started it. Maybe it was seeing you walk around the mezzanine so often as he was discussing with the other mages around the table below. Maybe it’s because of how sweet your smile looked. Maybe it was the way you were always so friendly to everyone, including the servants. He’s not sure. He’s always found himself staring at you whenever he saw you. Watching how your dress flows around you, the little movements your hands made when you were talking, listening to the sound of your laugh. He’s only talked to you once or twice, and he’s sure you’d forget about him...

There were plans. When the mages were looking to be betrothed, some had already known how taken he was with you (though they didn’t know to what extent). The lord had seemed interested too, as having such a powerful magic-user in the main bloodline would be ideal.

And... and then...

“YOU AREN’T WORTHY OF HER!” A voice booms through his skull, echoing from the past.

He found out how to use dark magic, and found himself to be quite skilled in it. He always thought light magic was fleeting... they had this way of slipping away from him whenever he used it. It never felt... powerful enough. But when he used dark magic... it was exhilarating. He’s never felt so much before. He knew it was taboo... he knew it was feared... but what is fear but something people don’t understand?

He saw potential in something everyone has always had an aversion to. Dark magic is dangerous if it’s let out of hand, if the user doesn’t know what to do with it. But he was learning. It came to him easier than it did with light magic. He was trying to use it to the benefit of everyone. And how did they repay him?

“Sans of Snowdin! Is it true you have been dabbling in the arts of dark magic?”

“y... yes... but! i swear to you brother! i only have the kingdom’s best interest in soul! i-i-”

“SILENCE mage! how can you say such a thing when you have been using such vile magic?””

“i... i’ve learnt how to use it, to control it! dark magic has aspects light magic doesn’t h-have, i could use it for good! i wasn’t trying to do anything treasonous!”

“That would sound honorable if we could believe you, Sans. Dark magic cannot be good. It’s in its nature. Normally we would try to purify the being corrupted by it but... you knew what it is, Sans. It is so sad to see the king’s finest mage turn out like this in the end.”

“n... no! you can’t... you can’t exi-!”

“Sans.” The lord stood. “I hereby exile you. Think of it as mercy, you could have been executed.”

The only thing on his mind was you... you were going to be his, he was so so patient... he waited for his bride, he was going to be happy with you, please...

“And to think I thought you worthy to marry my darling (Y/n)...”

“no... no!!”

They denied him your hand. They denied him you. He wasn’t trying to turn against them... he was loyal to the king..! And they cast him aside for using forbidden magic...

Your gentle hands... your warm embrace... your sweet smile...

Everything he was denied.

Tendrils of shadow danced across the ground as Sans bared his teeth to those who betrayed him. People he once called brothers... all turning against him when they found out he used dark magic in his lonesome.

“they could never keep me away from you, love...” He murmured, as he stood to his full height, and reached towards you. A hand took the blanket from his side and brought it under you while the other cupped you from the other side, picking you up, cradling you. He made sure the blanket was tucked around you properly, so you wouldn’t be cold.

“my sweet beloved (y/n)...” His hands shook, as he finally allowed himself to brush your hair away from your face, shivering as he felt your skin under his fingers. “you’ve always belonged to me. always... and i’ll love you with all of me. you’ll be safe with me, love...”

It’s apparent Sans got lost in the way your body settled in his arms, the sleepy sounds you made as you got comfortable. Turning your face to the warmth, cheek against his cloak, one hand gripping onto the cloth.

Because he didn’t notice the approaching footsteps, jolting when he heard the sound of a knock.

“My lady....” came the voice of your maid. “Is there something the matter? I hear voices in your room.”

Sans didn’t know what to expect- but in hindsight he should’ve guessed the maid would open the door without your answer. You’ve always been much more open with the workers in the castle, openly casual and making friends with all of them; though he didn’t know you saw your maid as more of your caretaker, and told her to come in your room if she thought something was wrong.

The door creaked open and light flooded the room, before settling on Sans. She made a gasp and Sans could see the color drain from her face when she saw the monstrous figure cradling you in its arms.

She saw him grin, not saying a word. Nor did she, as the next thing she did was to turn around and all but scream for the guards.

Many came running- but they were too late. When they came back, with the door still ajar, no one was inside. Not a trace of the monster or the lady was left, except for the way the bedsheets were messier than usual and that it lacked blankets. All was almost too quiet, apart from the almost silent wind blowing in through the now open window, the curtains lightly waving in it.

#dream post #sinister thoughts #...?#is it???#its just me writing a detailed version of a dream though kdsjhf #i dreamt the part where sans got into my room while i was sleeping #and got mad about thinking about being denied 'my hand'#i'll be honest i did minimal research for this... as this mostly came to me in a dream #so please dont be mad if there are some/a lot of inaccuracies when it comes to european/english(??) royalty kingdom stuff dsfkj

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housamo-side-blog-2 · 3 years

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Red Eyes

A celebrity is someone famous, not only for their blessings of beauty and knowledge, but for the hard path they have chosen to waik upon, However it can also be a double edged sword,for as one mishap of a wrong doing can end up being attacked by their followers,

Thus the role of being a celebrity is somewhat both an incredible achievement and a poise you have to maintained.Thus you have to bottle your emotions,for as you have the role of being a major role model for everyone. Anger, Sadness, Jelousy, and even kindness, people will always interpret it,,,, as another..

{Shinjuku Academy}

It is nightime Shinjuku, Thus, every student is safely inside their assigned dorm rooms, patroling the area out incase someone violates curfew, two teachers are assigned to patrol around the school,

However two unsuspecting figures managed to escape their rooms and quietly make their way towards Shinjuku Academy, What could they be doing at night that will cause them punishment?, And why at night specificly?

Student 1: Did you bring it?

A tall figure in a black jacket and pants quietly asked their accomplice, as they brought out a can of spray paint.

Student 2:Yeah,here.

Student 1: Awesome!, now then,,,Take this Harumo!

Student 2: Hahaha!

Furiosly spraying the wall,as if it was a canvas, the duo sprayed all around the wall as they write down letters that will cause a certain someone trouble

As they humbly sleep peacefully in their dorm room, dreaming peacefully and softly smiling as if they are having a wonderful time in their mind space.

Student 2: Dude,We better hurry before the teachers hear us!

Student 1: Hold on, I have to put that bastard’s name on it!

The second figure peaks to the side to check if they are nearby,

Student 1: Alright done!, Lets go!,...

Student 2: I can’t wait to see the look on that idiot’s dumb face when they get framed!

Student 1: Haha!, Yeah!

{Narrator}:What awaits your tomorrow Dear Harumo?

{Next Day}

{Shinjuku Academy}

You and your guildmates have just passed the entrance of the school, When Shiro noticed something strange.

Shiro: I wonder whats going on over there?

Looking upon the crowd of shocked students as they look upon wall, as the teachers are trying to get things around.

Kengo: Hey!, what the heck is going on here!?

Kengo asked a neaby student and said: Harumo spray painted the wall.

Shiro and Kengo: WHAT!

Harumo: Me!?,,

Ryota: Guys!, hah...hah...someone spray painted the wall, and...Harumo’s name is on it!

Harumo: What!, but i !

Kengo: What the hell are they taiking about!

Shiro: Its ludicrious for them think that!

Ryota: I don’t believe its Harumo either,but they are making sound as if you did it!

Harumo: Who?

Student 1: Hey look guys its the culprit who spraypainted on it!

Student 2: Why did you vandalised our school like that!?

All turn to gase you as they await your explanation.

Harumo: It wasn’t me!

Student 1: Yeah, tell that when your name is on it!

Kengo: Time to beat the shit outta him!

Shiro: Kengo stop, you’ll only make it worse!

Kengo: This assholes need a beating if they whats coming for them!

Harumo: For the last time!, I DID NOT DO IT!

Student 1: Yeah,yeah, criminals always lie whenever they did something wrong!

Student 2: Criminal! .Criminal!.

Ryota: Hey! Stop calling Harumo a criminal!, They will never do something like that!

Student 1: Then explain the grafiti then!

Ryota: Grrr..

Student 1: Yeah just like i thought!, Nothing!,Hey criminal! hu...

Harumo: FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Like a thunderbolt you violently rushed towards the cocky bastard pushing them against the grafitied wall and gripped they’re neck tightly as you look at them furiosly in the eye,staring as if you’re gase is like someone had been bottling up they’re pent up aggresion, and only now you are able to release it like nuclear bomb. as the color of eyes changed into a crimson,glare, almost as if a predator is about to bare his fangs on their prey. As you growled, fist clenched and hand on them tight as a rope,

Student 2: Hey! what the heck let him go...!

Harumo: GRAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Student 2: Graagghh,,Le...meee....gooo!

Harumo: GRAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!!,,

Ryota: Harumo, stop!

Kengo: Partner!, you’re gonna kill them!

Shiro: Kengo! help me, loosen his grip!

Ryota embraced you from behind as the two try to loosen your grip on them, slowly the two about to drown students are about to run of oxygen,as you blocked they’re airways with your tight grip.

Ryota: Harumo...Please stop!...Please...

Kengo: Harumo...thats enough or you’ll end up killin them!

Toji: Forgive me later Harumo...

Ryota: Toji?

{Toji knocked the anger filled student cold}

Toji: Get Harumo to the clinic, I’ll deal with this two..

Kengo: Shiro,Ryota, take care of Harumo for now,{ Clicks his neck}

Toji: Takabushi, I trust you’ll only knock them out..

Shiro: Kengo, don’t be an idiot!, you’ll only get in trouble, worse you might even get expelled!

Kengo: I couldn’t care less!, IM MAD!

Shiro: Kengo think about this! if you do this, you’ll never see Harumo again!

Eyes widening in realisation, as his gritted expression turn to an expression as if he’s gotta comeback to finish you two off.

Kengo: Dammit...Fine..Toji im leaving them to you!

Toji: All of you get out now!, Now. i have some questions needed to be filled!

Kengo: I gotcha Harumo..

Ryota: ....Harumo.....

{Shennong’s Clinic}

Cold air from the ac,fills the room,you’re cooped up in, as you make out what appears to be clinic,

Harumo: What ...happened?

You rub your head as you feel your head spinning almost as the blood on your head going everywhere,

Harumo: Wait.....

{Remembers the incident}

Harumo: I...i almost...

Hands shaking from fear, you took a moment to get your bearings in order.

{Door opens}

Shennong: You’re awake..

Harumo: Shennong what happened?

Shennong: You passed out, probably from the stress, your friends brought you here, Fortunately, the students you strangled are fine.

Harumo: I...almost killed them......

Shennong: .....

Mr Mononobe: Harumo..Thank goodness you’re awake..

Harumo: {Hugs Mr Mononobe}

The moment you come into contact, you let it all out..as tears flow and drip on Mr Mononobe’s polo. buried in his abs, as you can feel the rockyness of it as you hurt yourself a little from the impact..

Mr Mononobe: There..there..Harumo..

Shennong:I’ll let the other teachers know..

Mr Mononobe: Thank you Mr Shennong keep up the good work!

{Hallway}

Mr Mononobe: Shhhh...Don’t taik now..I’ll take you to your room,

Harumo: But i..

Mr Mononobe: The other students have already spread rumors about your recent outburst lately, and...it could affect you..

Harumo: Oh..okay...Thank you Mr Mononobe.

Mr Mononobe: Its only natural i care for my students.

.Harumo: Im sure everyone thinks im a monster now..

Mr Mononobe:...I don’t think you are..

Harumo: I nearly killed them!,

Mr Mononobe: But you didn’t..

Harumo: Thats because i blacked out! .

Mr Mononobe: And?

Harumo: And??..

Mr Mononobe: If you truly call yourself a monster,then those wouldn’t be in the office right now.

Mr Mononobe: “A monster is being whom only exist to bring destruction”.

Harumo:....

Mr Mononobe: You need time to cool off and think rationally. I’ll inform Shiro that i brought you to your dorm. So don’t worry about them..

Harumo:..Okay...Thanks again Mr Mononobe,

Mr Mononobe: Just doing my job..

{Dorm room}

Harumo:.....

“A monster is a being whom only exist to brin destruction”

Laying on your bed,facing the sceiling. while recalling your outburst on the two students.. the very thought of it,makes you jump out in shocked as you stare at both of your rugged hands,probably from the tightness you were gripping caused it.

Harumo:.....

{Knock Knock}

???: Harumo,are you there? can i come in?

Harumo: That voice...

{Door opens}

Ryota: Harumo!..You’re okay..

Harumo: Ryota, why are you here?

Ryota: Hehe. i sneaked out, preteding i was going to the bathroom,

Harumo: Ryota{ Hugs Ryota}

Ryota: sHHH..its Okay..im here for you Harumo...

Harumo:*sobbing on Ryota’s shoulders*

Ryota: Lets sit down Harumo..

Ryota: Are you feeling okay now?

Harumo: A ...little...

Both of you sat to next to each other on the bed, as Ryota gave his bottle of juice to the crying young man..

Ryota: ...Good news!,Toji caught the culprits who tried to framed you,

Harumo: Really?!, who was it?

Ryota: It was those two.

Harumo: ..Okay..

Registering the goodnews. you can’t help but remember the way you strangle them without mercy as you are lost in your own train of thought, from it, Silence fills the room as you sip from the straw. Ryota breaks the silence.

Ryota: I’ve never seen you act like that Harumo...

Harumo: .....Yeah....me too...

Ryota: Do you....want to taik about it?

Harumo:......

Ryota: Harumo..you know im always here for you, so does Shiro, Kengo, Moritaka,and Toji, We’re all here for you..If you want to taik I’ll listen to every word.so please don’t ..hold it in .

Harumo: Am i a monster?..

Ryota: Off course not! why would you think of that!

Harumo:” A monster only exists to bring destruction” thats what Mr Mononobe said, But the more i think about it, the more its ...its actually true..

Ryota: You are not a monster Harumo.. You’ve never been one, ever since we’ve met on the park,

Ryota: Do you remember,what i said about you could have saved yourself if you just abandoned me..

Harumo:....

Ryota: You didn’t abandoned me,and you saved me, even though we were strangers that time, if you really are a monster then i wouldn’t be here taiking to you, i would have been in Oni’s stomach by now..

Harumo: But i....

Ryota: You didn’t killed them,, and thats whats important right now...

Harumo: {Stares at his shaking hands}

Ryota: Harumo...

The orange chubby places a gentle hand, to ease your quivering palms, you can feel the warmness in them as you feel the soft touch of his skin coming into contact with your rugged hands. and places it on his cheek.

Your quivering expression turns to shocked as you stare upon Ryota directly into his peach colored eyes. But you look as if you’re staring directly to his warm soul, that it almost made you tear up..And as you do,

Harumo: Ryota....!

Ryota:......

You embraced the chubby cinnamon roll slightly tight, as you cry on his shoulders on the other one, While Ryota gently strokes your fluffy greyish hair, and closes his eyes as you let it all out,

Embraced in a warming matter, the hallway echoes your emotions,for as the sun rays down on an warming atmosphere, making it much more ....peaceful...

. . .

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justapoet · 3 years

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there is nothing new about me (but you)

Missing scene from 2x10

Or,

After Owen finishes helping TK and Carlos moving in, they have a little celebrating to do.

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TK watched from the door jamb as his father's car turned the street and disappeared from view. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his shoulder pressed against the wood, just like his head, and a silly, lovestruck smile in his face that was there for the whole morning ― and it would probably stay there for the entire week.

In the previous week, when he threw himself on Carlos' bed after an exhausting forty-eight-hour shift, he wasn't really expecting his boyfriend to be awake and roll in the mattress, holding TK close against his chest. He wasn't expecting, either ― and he seriously thought he had already fallen asleep ― for Carlos to kiss him sweetly and ask him if he wanted to move in.

His tired state made it take him a couple of seconds ― maybe a minute ― to understand all the words and what they meant together, and his brain processed it all like a kind dream. He mumbled an answer somewhere between a sigh and a smile and pressed himself even more against the warm, welcoming body of his boyfriend. Carlos chuckled, almost in disbelief, and kissed his lips once again before joining him in his sleep.

The following morning for that night was a little less calm as he almost fell down the stairs, suddenly remembering that it had happened but genuinely confused if it was only a surprisingly pleasant dream caused by his daily thoughts over living with Carlos. If so, he would definitely have a shadow over his head and puppy eyes to everyone.

"You okay there, Tiger?" Carlos asked as he approached a stumbling TK down the stairs. His boyfriend had a cup of coffee in his hands while stepping closer, a sweet ― oh, so sweet ― smile on his face, and looked unfairly gorgeous with those messy curls of his.

"Yeah, I― uh..." TK mumbled out, squeezing his eyes and trying to make any sense. "Fine, I'm fine. Just missed a step there," he moved his head towards the stairs, and Carlos chuckled softly.

"It would be nice for you to come down when you're a little more awake, babe. It wouldn't be nice for your own house to be a risk to your physical integrity," joked Carlos, and TK started to laugh when it died in his throat and the words settled in his brain.

Carlos only watched TK's confusion with a grin on his face.

"I― you..." TK started, not exactly knowing what to say. "Did I...? Did y― it wasn't a dream?" he finally asked, and Carlos chuckled lightly before shaking his head and shrugging softly.

"It wasn't, but if you want to change your answer while awa―" Carlos started but was rudely interrupted by TK's lips being slammed against his, making him take a step back and tighten his grip on the coffee mug he had in hand. "Alright," he said, then, against the paramedic's lips.

TK laughed and hugged Carlos' waist tightly, holding on to him until the very moment he was sitting in his car and driving to work. Then, he came back inside the house ― soon to be his ― and let himself sleep a little bit more on the bed they shared. If he used Carlos' pillows because he so idiotically already missed his boyfriend, then he's the only one to know it.

When Carlos came back from his shift that night, TK couldn't help but throw himself over the man, kissing him senselessly just because. Because Carlos was there; because Carlos was his; because he could; and mainly because he loved him with more than he thought he had to offer.

Now, with his father driving away ― which meant he had already brought everything he had to his home ―, TK couldn't stop smiling silly at nothing and no one. He had a warmth in his chest that was new, some sense of coldness melting away after all those years ― all his life ― without a safe place, a safe embrace for him to call home.

He felt a pair of arms wrapping his waist and let out a surprised gasp before feeling Carlos' lips touching his neck in a soft touch. Then, he melted to the touch and pressed his body against his boyfriend's, humming happily with another kiss pressed to his neck.

"Are you happy?" Carlos asked, his nose buried on the crook of TK's neck and his lips rubbing his boyfriend's skin. TK hummed, throwing his head back and using Carlos' shoulder as support.

"Happier than ever," the paramedic replied, closing his eyes as Carlos chuckled briefly and happily on his skin. "It feels good, you know?"

"Moving out from your father's house?" Carlos asked, the tone of his voice making the teasing clear. TK elbowed his ribs gently, and Carlos gently bit his shoulder.

"Home," he said, even if the answer wasn't actually required. "It feels good to be home," TK said again, and Carlos smiled brightly with his words.

A second later, the cop was walking backward and bringing his boyfriend with him, so they were both inside the house, far from curious eyes. TK let himself be led and heard the brief click of the door lock before his body was being turned around, Carlos' arms firmly around his waist and his lips suddenly against TK's.

The kiss was calm, sweet, and blissful, taking TK's breath away with such ease it was almost unreal. Carlos wrapped his arms tighter around TK, taking a few steps forward and pressing the paramedic against the door, the kiss suddenly shifting to something else.

TK heard the clinging of the keys and understood that Carlos had locked the door. The paramedic smiled in between the kiss, but it soon faded away, for Carlos' lips were a lot more lustful, slow, and deep over his mouth, stealing his breath and messing up all his senses.

"Very handy, uh?" Carlos said, breathless, still glued to TK's lips. TK tried to catch his breath, his smile getting lost somewhere between the both of them.

"Definitely," he answered, his hands ghosting over Carlos' shoulders just to find his nape, his fingers curling up to the base of his head while his other hand made its way to the curls on the top of his head. "And we do have some celebrating to do, don't we?"

"I think so," Carlos laughed, pecking a kiss to TK's lips before lowering his head to his boyfriend's neck, kissing it wetly, slowly, making the paramedic sigh heavily to the touches. "We could take it to our living room," Carlos whispered into TK's skin, and the new yorker felt his stomach twisting inside his body. "Here, in our dining room," he whispered, now against TK's jaw, his warm breath causing the man at his mercy to shiver. "To our bedroom," his voice was close to TK's ear, and now the paramedic felt like he could just melt right down to the floor, a moan escaping past his lips as his fingers gripped tightly to Carlos' curls, the cop groaning with the action.

"S― shit," TK grumbled out, getting a pleased smile from his boyfriend. "You're a tease," he whispered at Carlos, who was back to kiss his neck and groaned with a soft bite the cop left over his skin.

"And you're a menace," Carlos said, his voice so calm TK could punch him for being so cool while taking him out of his senses. He could've said something, but Carlos propelled his hips forward in a movement to get TK yelping, closing his eyes, and biting his lower lip.

Son of a bitch.

"If you don't fuck me now―" TK said, trailing off for a moment when Carlos wandered his hands under the shirt he was wearing.

"Shh..." Carlos said, his lips now back against TK's. "Let me take care of you, babe. Let's go to our bedroom, uh?" his voice was sweet, as it always was when talking to TK in any possible situation. It was something characteristic of Carlos to always keep his tone of voice low, sweet and comforting ― it was something his to show his love and affection whenever it was possible.

TK could only grumble out a "yeah" before his legs were wrapped around Carlos' waist, and he was completely surrendered to his touches, kisses, and overwhelming love. Surprisingly, they made it up the stairs in no time, and TK found himself pressed, now, against a soft surface.

The paramedic was quick to untangle his fingers from the curly hair, leading his hands down Carlos' torso until he could meander his hand under the shirt he was wearing, the warm skin under his touch setting him on fire. The cop groaned when TK snaked both his hands up his back, the shirt tangling all the way to his shoulders, where it stood for a minute as Carlos was busy kissing his boyfriend senseless.

"Off," TK murmured, and Carlos took a second to push apart from his lips and take the shirt off over his head. The paramedic grinned happily at the sight he had in front of him and enjoyed it while his boyfriend took his time to explore his body, still covered by the shirt he was wearing, kissing Carlos' neck, shoulder, and any piece of skin he could reach with his lips.

The cop took his time, his hands wandering around the incredibly silky skin, so white his fingers would still be there a few hours from then; so warm he could never remember how it was not to be surrounded by the long-length waves of a long-term feeling that would always make him whole.

And suddenly, it was too much to have Carlos kissing him senseless all the way down his chest, no more covered by the cotton shirt. TK gasped and whispered as the heated, swollen lips found their way to his belly, not an inch of his skin feeling cold or unloved ― not a crack in his soul feeling empty anymore.

Carlos could swear TK was the anthropomorphism of all existent gods when he kissed a specific spot over his V line, the burning skin being lulled by the cop's short breaths, and the paramedic moaned under his touch, giving Carlos a glimpse of how heaven sounded.

And heaven, oh... He could swear all heaven envied that TK was right there, right then, squirming under him. And he wanted all heavens and universes to envy him as he zipped down the jeans pants his boyfriend was wearing, the boxers, and the pair of pants down TK's legs in one go.

"Carlos," TK gasped between one breath and another when, unexpectedly, Carlos took him in his mouth as much as he could, his hands pressing TK's thighs down to the mattress so he couldn't move too much. When he made a suction move, an unnamed sound came out from the depts of TK's soul to his throat.

And, for all the Infernos Dante had written ― that was the epitome of sin.

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