#[this prompt confused me a bit but I tried heh]

[mrs-padalecki2341]

Hey um. This is my first time doing an ask but can u maybe please write an enemy to lovers

Sam and reader (reader is assumed to be vamp or wolf or something else but is innocent and 100% human)

Misunderstanding

(Sam x Reader)

I tried my best to fit the prompt, so I hope I did okay and that you like it! Enjoy!

Warnings/Promises: Gunshot wound, canon level violence, smut, screaming kink, unprotected sex/ creampie (wrap it before you tap it), slight praise, kind of like an enemies to lovers thing, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed something.

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You were on a case, hunting what seemed to be a werewolf. After three days and no luck, you decided to take a break and hit the local bar. Now, you were on your way back to the motel, when someone screamed help from an allyway.

You turned the corner to see the werewolf running off and a man lying dead on the ground.

You walked over and crouched beside him to check for a heart, and sure enough, it was missing.

You sighed and wiped the blood that got on you on your pants. You were about to go call the cops about the body when someone called out behind you.

"Hey!"

You turned and saw two guys at the other end of the ally right as one of them shot a silver bullet into your shoulder, just missing your chest and heart.

You stumbled and collapsed against the wall, grabbing your shoulder with one hand and reaching for your gun with the other.

"What the fuck?!? Who the fuck are you!?!?" You called out to the guys.

"Shit. She's not a wolf..." The taller one said as they both ran up to you.

"Wolf? As in "Werewolf"?" You asked, still leaning against the wall, a slight strain to your voice from the pain.

How did they know about werewolves?

"Yeah. We're looking for a werewolf..." The shorter one says.

"Wait, so you're hunters?" You asked, confused.

"Yeah, I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. So, are you a hunter too then?" The tall one replied.

"Y-yeah... Did you say Winchester? As in *the* Winchesters?" Your eyes went big.

"Uh, heh, yeah. That's us." Sam chuckled as you stumbled a bit. "Oh, yeah, sorry about shooting you... Here, let me see..." He moved your hand away from the wound and examined it. "Whew, yeah, you're gonna need stitches for that. We can take you back to our bunker and fix you up there if you want."

He reached his hand out to help you stand up from on the wall.

"Thank you." You murmured, accepting his hand. "I'm Y/n, by the way. Y/n Y/l/n."

They helped you back to their 67' Chevy Impala and drove you to the bunker.

Once you got there and they stitched and patched you up, you leaned back in your chair. You glanced at the room around you, which was a library with shelves filled with countless books on legends and lore.

"Y'all have a nice place." You sighed and relaxed your body.

"Thanks." Sam smiled and sat down beside you, turning on the little lamp in the center of the table.

Dean came walking into the room with three beers in hand.

"Want one?" He asked and looked at you. When you gave him a nod he tossed it to you, then tossed another to Sam, before sitting down across from you and opening his own.

You cracked open the bottle and took a nice sip, then sat it back down, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you admired the men before you.

The three of you had sat there and talked for a while and drank a few beers, when Dean stretched.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night. See y'all later." Dean said though a yawn as he gathered all the empty beer bottles the three of you had accumulated.

"Kay, g'night Dean." Sam called to his brother.

"Night, Sammy." Dean called back as he walked off to go to his room for the night.

Once Dean was out of earshot, Sam turned to you, a slight smile forming across his face.

"Y'know, I've been thinking, this whole time while we've been sitting here, about how pretty you are." He said, his smile growing.

"Really?" Your face flushed.

"Yeah. And I do kind of have some making up with you to do after I shot you and all..." His face flushed as well. You could tell he was a bit nervous.

Taking the hint that he was trying to flirt, you leaned forward.

"How about you do some making *out* with me instead, and we'll call it even?~" You smirked, making him blush harder.

"Deal." He whispered, smirking back, before scooting closer to connect lips with you.

When his mouth reached yours, you couldn't help but let out a little squeal of excitement, a thin layer of sweat forming on both of your bodies. You scooted out of your chair and into his lap, wrapping your thighs around him. He groaned around your lips as you deepened the kiss, your tongue twirling around his.

"We should probably go somewhere more private." He said, breaking the kiss.

You nodded in agreement, and he grabbed onto your thighs, picking you up as he stood from the chair. You twirled his thick hair around your fingers and nipped at his neck as he carried you back to his room.

The door opened and shut with a creak and left you and Sam alone in the privacy of his bedroom to do as you pleased. You were shaking with excitement and lust as he laid down on the bed with you. You wasted no time finding each other's lips again and you both let out tiny groans of enjoyment as you kissed enthusiastically.

"Take off your clothes." He commanded in a deep and rough tone.

You did as you were told and stripped off your clothing, starting with your blood-stained shirt, until all that was left on you was the patch over your wound.

"You're even prettier than I'd thought you would be." He gawked as he removed his own clothing.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of him. How the hell were you going to take all of that??? He noticed the way you were staring and chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle at first until you get used to me."

You nodded and then pulled him back down on the bed and kissed him. It was like he was a drug or something. You just couldn't get enough. Every second that your lips were away from his felt like an eternity-long withdraw.

He moved his hand to his cock to line it up with your soaking wet cunt.

"May I?" He asked, waiting for you to consent to him entering you.

"Please..." You moaned, needing him inside you like a fish needs water.

He slowly pushed his tip in, causing you to let out a loud, uncontrollable moan.

"Do you need me to stop?" He says, worried he hurt you.

"No, please, God no, don't stop." You begged through a moan.

"Okay, let me know if you do need me to stop though, okay?" He said as he pushed in deeper.

"Okay." You said while you moaned and mewled in pleasure as he pushed himself deeper inside of you. You could feel every last bit of him as he eased into your throbbing core.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to move." He said as he bottomed out, his hips against yours.

"Okay, you can move." You said with a deep breath.

He pulled out slowly, until just his tip was inside of you, then he pushed back in, then out, then in, then out, then in.

"Mmm, fuck Sammy, you're gonna kill me. Faster." You whined.

He sped up his movement just slightly, making a subtle difference.

"Mm, no, *faster*. If you don't hurry up and fuck me right, I might explode." You exclaimed, desperation clear in your tone.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied jokingly, pulling his hips away and then pushing back in at a finally decent pace.

"Ahhh, that's more like it." You sighed, moving your hips to meet his with each thrust.

"Yeah... Damn, you feel amazing." He praised, groaning in pleasure.

"Fuck!" You yelped out as he hit your g-spot, sending an extra strong jab of pleasure through your core. "Mm, fuck, right there..." You spread your legs further to give him more room to move inside you.

At this, he sped up, pushing harder into your g-spot with each thrust into you until you were practically screaming.

"Ah, shit, you sound perfect. Keep screaming, baby." He groaned, moving his hands to your hips and pushing even harder to make you scream louder.

"F...f... fu... mm... FUCK, SAMMY. MMMN~" You yelled out as you squeezed around his cock and came so hard your vision went fuzzy.

He kept moving in and out of you, until his rhythm faltered, and his pace sped up for the final pushes into you until he came inside you, digging his fingers into your sides hard enough to leave marks.

"Wow." Was all he could manage to say as he exhaled heavily and rolled over onto his back beside you.

"I agree. Wow." You sighed, still euphoric and half blind with pleasure.

You huffed out with a soft "hmmm~" and scooted in closer to Sam's giant figure that lay next to you on the bed.

"You're good at that." You spoke softly after a moment.

He just smiled in response and chuckled as he laid there with you in his arms.

You were both already about to pass out, when there was a thump at the door.

"Y'all okay in there? I woke up to Y/n screaming." Dean's tired voice could be heard from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, we're good." Sam called and you both let out a little laugh.

"Ohh... alright then." Dean replied as it clicked in his head what types of screams they were. "Well, I'm going back to sleep then. Try to keep it down."

"We won't!" You called to him, fully intending on screaming at the top of your lungs next round.

Sam just laughed, gently kneading one of your breasts in his hand.

"So, I guess that means this is a more than one round type of thing then?"He suggested, smiling at you coyly.

"Mmhmm. I hope you didn't plan on sleeping tonight~" You purred, pulling him back up against you.

"Oh, I don't plan on sleeping for a week if you're gonna keep this up the whole time~" He groaned back, snatching you by the hair into an aggressive kiss before climbing on top of you for round two.

-SP<3

[miintsprigz]

Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for the Demo, Engie, and Heavy for the fear-punch prompt if that's okay. Thank you!

FINALLY WRITING THIS. I appreciate your patience so much, Anon. It means the world to me.

GN!Reader fear punching the Mercs, part 2

Characters: Demoman, Engineer, Heavy (Team Fortress 2)

Warnings: uh some stuff relating to anxiety/panic attacks, cuz fear response.

Part 1 can be found linked below!

Demo ⚔️

You finally had the base to yourself, or at least, you thought so. Everyone had been all up in arms lately, it was just exhausting. Having fixed a cup of your preferred hot drink, you went to walk back to your room.

A door suddenly opened loudly behind you, and with your free hand, you swung, not even registering what you were doing until your fist made contact.

“Hey—oof!”

Your mug clattered to the floor, breaking and spilling everywhere.

“Demo!?”

“…oh! Did I scare ya there? Sorry ‘bout that!” His eye caught the mess on the floor as you tried to catch your breath.

“…now, that won’t do—”

“Tav, lemme—”

“No, no; I scare you, you drop it, tis only fair that I clean up the mess—”

Stumbling over to the closet to grab a broom, mop, whatever else he might need—still a little hungover—Tavish got to taking care of it in no time. He worked with surprising efficiency.

“Now, we oughta replace that drink o’ yours.”

“…Tav, I’m sorry.”

“Wha? Whatever for?”

“…I punched you…” Your voice shook a bit. The guy had only just woken up, and you’d socked him in the face.

He seemed confused at first, then touched the side of his face that you’d struck tenderly, realizing.

“Ah…that ya did.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Oh no, no! That’s alright, luv. Sometimes ya just get spooked. Used to do it to me mum all the time.”

“Really?”

He smiled in a somewhat tired sort of way. “Yup. Ya’d think I’d be more careful, especially cuz she couldn’t see me, but I guess I sorta forgot m’self there.”

Demo gave you a pat on the back, gentler than the usual. “Sorry ‘bout that. I’ve definitely knocked a few lads on the floor m’self, so trust me, I get it.”

“Thanks, Demo.”

“O’course, mate!” Your hair was lightly ruffled, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Want me to help ya replace that drink though? Heh, maybe I’ll make one for me, too!”

“That might be good. Do you want some ice though?”

“…nah, nah I think I’m good.”

Engineer ⚙️

It had been such a long day. You were more exhausted than you’d thought you were capable of being.

So when you arrived back at home base, you basked in the peace and quiet and decided to kick back and read for a bit.

Hearing sudden rapid, thundering footsteps, however, your adrenaline skyrocketed again, and so when the “intruder” inevitably entered…your adrenaline did the work.

The Engineer bursted into the room, clearly quite excited about something he was working on.

“Ah, (Y/N), c’mon, I gotta show ya—agh!!”

Your eyes locked onto him, staring daggers in fright as he rubbed at his jaw, wincing.

“Now what in Sam Hill—oh. Oh no.”

Those wide, terrified eyes told him all he needed to know. He didn’t even realize how suddenly he’d come flying in…

“…oh, darlin’. I scared the daylights outta you…”

“A little…” Your voice came out as a squeak, and all at once, everything became all too much. Tears flooded your field of view.

“Honey, I’m so sorry…”

“I, I didn’t mean to hit you…”

“Shh shh shh, I know…I know, I’m okay… lemme just…”

Offering open arms to silently ask first, Engie wrapped you in a hug when you stepped closer, petting your hair softly. He didn’t say anything really, aside from the occasional coo of reassurance that it really was okay.

There was a slight sway to him as he held you, trying to soothe the sudden rush of anxiety he’d accidentally triggered.

You knew, but between the fright and the guilt you felt for socking him in the face like that when he was just excited about something…you couldn’t help but cry for a minute or two.

After a bit, he pulled back, looking almost as though he could cry himself.

“I’m…sorry about that. I wasn’t thinkin’. I know ya had a long day, I just…”

“You were just excited to show me something.” With one last sniffle, you smiled over at him. “It’s okay.”

“…would ya still wanna see? I get it if uh, you’d rather have some time alone…”

“No, no! I’d love to see…”

That warm smile returned to his face once again. “You promise you’re alright?”

“I promise, Dell.”

With a nod, he took your hand sweetly. “Well alrighty. I think you’ll really love this, (Y/N), I’ve been tinkerin’ with this new feature for weeks, and I think I finally got it down!”

Chuckling, you followed after him, feeling your frantic heart slowing once again as his fingers gave your hand a light squeeze.

Heavy 🥪

You are in the thick of it now—bombs flying all over, a hail of bullets seemingly around every corner.

Truthfully? It was too much. But you had no intention of letting the enemy team know that.

Although it seemed cowardly to you, you ducked behind a corner for a minute to just…exist uninterrupted for a moment.

Your overwhelming didn’t go unnoticed though. Help was on the way…but you were unfortunately not able to fully recognize it.

A tap on your shoulder sent the tension building in your mind over the edge. Your fist made contact with the stiff gray of Heavy’s protective vest.

“(Y/N)! Is only me! Do not be afraid. Am here to help you.” Thankfully, the person you’d struck was basically a brick house. He had hardly felt it. He didn’t look angry…actually, he seemed worried.

“Uh…Heavy?!” “Da, it is me.”

“Well. I punched a friend. Great…” Looking down at your hands as you went to pick your dropped weapon up, they were shaking.

“Hold one moment, (Y/N).”

One huge hand carefully cradled yours, holding it steady.

“All due respect, I am giant man. Is very hard to hurt me. So do not feel so bad, okay?”

You tried to breathe, and it caught in your throat. Carefully setting Sasha to the side for a moment, Heavy looked down at you. Even with the chaos nearby, his eyes were so soft when he looked at you.

“Take deep breath.”

You followed that direction as best as you could.

“Very good. Again?”

It got easier.

“Perfect. Battlefield can be scary place…I know that too. Is okay to be afraid.”

He gave you a quick hug—it seemed he really was full of surprises today. His hand practically covered your shoulder as he gave it a pat when you pulled apart again.

“You need minute? Heavy is here! Giant man is on your side, remember?”

Now that you thought about it, maybe you’d be a little more prepared if you had a minute or two to yourself. “…could I just take a second back here out of range? I know it’s kinda chicken of me—”

“Not at all, (Y/N)! What do you think I carry sandvich for! Even big strong man need break. Smaller strong one like you no different.”

To your surprise, he actually handed you half of the tasty treat in question.

“Here. Enjoy, eat, and do not worry.” Picking up his minigun, Misha gave you a determined smile. “Heavy and Sasha will crush anyone who move too close until you are ready.”

If you weren’t where you were right now, it honestly might have made you cry. “Thanks, Heavy.”

“Of course, (Y/N). You are very important to me, you know that?”

A bit of warmth rushed into your face as he gave you one last grin before walking back out from behind your little shelter to face the opposing team.

“That’s right, I AM BACK! YOU MAY NOW RUN AWAY! HAHAHAHAHA!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you took a bite of the sandwich and breathed easy, knowing nobody would get within range of you anytime soon.

Whew! I hope that was good, Anon. I had fun writing it. I’d love more Heavy, Demo, and Pyro requests! I don’t write for them much but they’re a lot of fun!

[purpleberiii]

"Want you"

☆Prompt: Your ex lover wants you back after she realises she misses you.

☆Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of reader drinking.

In the middle of the race track, you stood there motionless as you tried to digest what your ex had just told you. "You're kidding right?"

"I'm not sweetheart~ I mean it when I say I want you back," Bai yi sat on her bike, her legs crossed. You raised an eyebrow at her, still not wanting to believe her.

"Two years ago you said you don't love me. Dating me was a dare from Zoya. Now you want me back? Did you fall off your bike or something?" She let out a loud laugh at your question, seeming to be amused.

"I can never fall of my bike. I know how to ride but I'd prefer 'riding' something else," she put an emphase on riding.

You shook your head in disbelief before hopping onto your bike and driving away, needing time to process it. Bai Yi watched you like a hawk as your bike got further and further away from her. K.K and Che walked up to her, they were even confused as well. "You're not kidding her right boss? Because you kept saying how she didn't mean anything to you and how she was just a fling."

"I know what I said and I regret it now... dating her was truly a blessing and I didn't realise that. I miss her. I want her and I always get what I want." Before they could say anything, Bai Yi drove off in your direction.

After an hour of driving, she found you in a local bar, one that you two used to go two years ago. She found you sitting on a table, far in the back, a few empty bottles of beer. As she approached you, she took a seat on the opposite side, resting her face in her palm while gazing at you lovingly.

"You're so beautiful you know~"

"As if you aren't any different," despite flirting back, you had a grumpy expression on your face making her chuckle.

"Flirty and grumpy. You haven't changed a bit huh?"

"What do you want? Are you here to toy with me again?" At some point, she knew she had to come clean and Bai Yi wasn't one to get too emotional but if it meant having you back, then so be it.

"I miss you," she frowned, hoping that it would convince you.

"You miss me? Or you miss me loving you?"

"Both. I'm so truly I hurt you, I just thought you'd be... boring... I didn't expect that I'd actually fall in love after you left. Please baby, come back to me."

Looking into her eyes, you saw a genuine confession. As much as you loved her, and still wanted to be with her, you don't think you could handle another heartbreak from her. You loved her to bits.

You let out a sigh as you became frustrated, a loud groan leaving your lips. "Bai yi I swear if you're playing with me again-"

"I'm not I promise! I love you y/n!" You stood sat there motionless, finally hearing those words that you dreaded to hear.

"You... you love me?" Bai Yi nodded slowly.

"Do you still love me?"

You nodded enthusiastically before grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bathroom. You locked the door and immediately smashed your lips onto hers, taking her by complete surprise. It took her less than a second to kiss back and wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you deeper. Your lips moved in sync with each other, and it fit so perfectly together.

Once air became a problem, you pulled away. Bai Yi smirked, her arms still wrapped around your neck. "You kissed like you were hungry there, darling~"

"Heh. I was. I haven't had sex since we broke up."

"For two years?! How did you survive?"

"I don't know. But I know you won't after tonight," you gave her a sly wink. Her eyes widened, since when did you become even bolder? She wasn't complaining, she liked this side of you.

She gripped the collar of your shirt and smashed her lips onto yours again, running her hands all over your body. You pulled away and started sucking on her neck, exactly on her sweet spot. She titled her head, giving you access as she let out soft breathy moans.

"Hey! Don't be fucking your lady in there y/n! I saw you dragging her in there!" The owner of the bar shouted at you, a hint of playfulness in his voice. The owner knew you two, but he knew you far more than he knew Bi Yi.

You groaned at the interruption and Bai Yi smiled as she tapped your cheek. "Let's get out of here and finish this is bed. My place or yours?"

"Whichever you're comfortable in."

"Your's it is."

A/n:

Of course the first fic had to be about my wife 😋

[lifblogs]

It Does

Week 6 @summer-of-bad-batch Prompt: Battle Scars Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 993 Summary: Hunter works up the courage to ask Crosshair if the scars on his head ever hurt. READ ON AO3

“Does it ever hurt?” Hunter asked, words halting.

He and Crosshair were down by the docks, dusk painting the sky in purple and gold, the waters now dark, comfortable shadows enveloping them. The soft lapping of the water against the wood and the docked boats was soothing, which was probably the only reason Hunter had worked up the courage to even ask this.

“Does what hurt?” Crosshair spat. 

Oh, classic Crosshair.

“Your scars—the ones on your head,” Hunter explained.

“Did you take me down here just to talk about this?”

“No.”

He had just wanted a quiet moment with his brother—he felt all the work they were doing on their house recently had made it so they were always busy, always doing something. Most days Hunter appreciated that, the soldier in him always ready to be on the move, to strategize, to organize, to lead. He was still learning to take breaks, even when he woke up in the middle of the night, having a horrible fear clenching over his entire torso, and stealing his breaths, telling him he was in danger, that his family was in danger, that he was in the middle of battle. He didn’t tell anyone, but he used those moments to work on their home. Today he was just tired, so tired, and he was doing his best to listen to that for once. He had to remind himself he actually had the luxury to.

“I just think we needed a break,” he explained. “Besides, Wrecker, Tech, and Phee took Omega to that night market Shep’s hosting.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t really my scene.”

“So… the scars,” Hunter ventured again, guilt flooding his chest right above his stomach, like he’d swallowed too much of something too quickly, and it burned going down. “Do they—”

“Yes,” Crosshair admitted.

They sat for a bit, listening to the gentle water.

“Of course it hurts,” Crosshair went on. But his words weren’t bitter despite his tone. “Bacta helped to heal from it, but they had to do a skin graft.”

Hunter turned to look at his brother, to look at the scar.

“I don’t blame you,” Crosshair said. “I think I did for a long time, and in a way, I still hurt, but I see the choices we thought we had to make. What happened was inevitable. Besides, I shot you. You should be the one complaining.”

Hunter leaned back, resting his weight on the palms of his hands, watching the gold transform further into a to a deeper purple before his eyes. The lamp he’d brought with them that could sense when it was dark turned on, adding a soft, golden glow to their surroundings, lighting up Crosshair’s scar, casting shadows to the deeper pits in it.

Hunter made himself look, not because the scar was strange, but because he wanted to face the truth of it.

His brother was in pain.

“Sometimes I think my choices hurt more than the scar does,” Crosshair admitted. “I, uh… I had my inhibitor chip removed afterwards. It was my choice. I had AZI do it. I hid it from the Empire.”

Hunter’s eyes widened, and he looked at his face, the face that was still so-often closed off, that was working on showing honesty.

“What?”

“I didn’t want to say it before,” he went on. “It didn’t matter much to me because…” He sighed. “Because, well… I believed in the Empire, even without the chip. I tried so hard to believe in them, to believe they cared, that they’d given me a place, a purpose. I’m s—”

“Don’t apologize,” Hunter said.

Now it was Crosshair’s turn to look at him with confusion. “Why not?”

“The Empire hurt you in ways I didn’t understand—in ways none of us understood. You were working with the information you had, just like I was.”

Crosshair gave a slight shrug, and looked back to the water, kicking his feet.

“Heh, I guess so.”

“You still blame yourself, don’t you?” Hunter asked.

“Just as you do,” Crosshair responded, as sharp as ever, still able to not only pinpoint a precise target, but to understand everything he saw and took in. Watching others had given him a keen understanding of humanity, maybe one even stronger than the one Hunter’s enhanced senses gave him.

Hunter let out a deep exhale, the sound filling his ears, interrupting the beat of his brother’s heart to his senses.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s stupid,” he eventually said. “We’ve been through so much, and we still have these—these battle scars.”

“What, you think scars just go away?” Crosshair asked, tone almost teasing, glancing at Hunter with an expression that anyone outside their family would have thought was disgust.

“No, but… time’s passed, and yet it’s still there. Why does it work that way? What is it doing for us? You know what I mean?”

“I do wish they would leave,” Crosshair admitted. “I don’t… hate you, Hunter. I’m not sure I ever really did.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

Crosshair huffed out a laugh, and shoved him.

“You’re right though. It would be nice if it could stop hurting.”

“Does it ever?” Hunter asked, referring to Crosshair’s physical scars as well.

Crosshair smiled at him—he actually smiled (Hunter was so going to use this as blackmail)—and he said, “Yeah, it does.”

Hunter knew where his mind had gone, and his had inevitably gone to the same place: Omega, their family.

Hunter stood, grabbing the lamp, and then held out his hand to help Crosshair up. For a moment he felt his chest constrict (but in the most pleasant way) when Crosshair took his hand without hesitation. This was his brother, and he was happy to be with him, and it seemed Crosshair felt the same.

“Come on, I’m still hungry,” Hunter admitted. “Let’s go meet up with the others and see what food the night market has.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

[thecreativecorner33]

heh... you already know who and what I'm gonna ask for...

Ted x reader. PLS STOP THROWING TOMATOES AT ME I'M TOTALLY NORMAL ABOUT HIM OK!!!!!! But what if reader just so happened to know Ted before AM? Ex-friends, ex-lovers, or maybe just another victim of Ted's notorious con schemes. I'm not picky with specifics on reader or what type of fic it will be, twas just a silly lil thought I had. I lovb him so much runs away and dies (honestly really vague prompt... My apologies. I do not know how to request things. If you actually write something for this... Just go wild with it... THANK YOU LOLZ!!!!)

A/N: Why would I throw tomatoes at you for liking Ted ;0? I like him too, silly!! He is my favorite after all <333 I will protect you from the tomatoes, friend!! It's funny you bring up this prompt because I've been writing my own; the concept of what if Ted and I were ex-lovers. Though it goes in a totally different direction that what I've written here for you!! So it seems we all have the same idea in mind. Man. Apologies this is only hcs; I had no clue how to make a oneshot of it until I finished, but it's too late now </3 rip. Maybe another day. We'll see. Still, I hope it's to your liking I hope you enjoy!

Oh.

Ohhhhh no.

Nonono.

You did not plan for this. You absolutely did not prepare for this, oh dear- 

And frankly, neither did Ted, nor AM.

Let’s give a bit of backstory: Yes, you knew Ted. An ex-lover of yours from high school. The both of you had grown up in the same shitty small town, where everyone knew everyone, including the two of you. You had been close, once. You had been friends. Lovers. You thought you meant something to him.

And then he disappeared from town one day, never to be seen again. 

Rumors had spread about what happened. His family never came forward of his whereabouts if they knew where he was, but you doubted it, given they had filed a missing person’s report. 

Some said he was kidnapped by a maniac. Some said he was buried in a ditch somewhere. Talk about the stress and pressure from school made him turn to things he shouldn’t have. Or maybe he just left of his own free will.

Some claimed they spotted him driving away with another woman. And that hurt the most to think about. But you didn’t think about it.

Until now, that is.

At first, you and Ted just try to avoid each other. It’s easier that way; he pretends you don’t exist. And maybe it’s better that way. It helps the group way more if you two just act that way. But, you learn quickly this won’t work for long: AM would not allow that. No, he digs up your past to you and him every chance he gets.

As the years go by, your anger, resentment, confusion, sadness- they start to come out more than you’d like. You can’t help the way you act towards him because of it, whether it’s passive-aggressive, trying to plead for answers, or straight up treating him poorly because of your hurt. 

Of course he’s defensive. Why wouldn’t he be? How is he supposed to react? He starts fighting back, maybe worse than you’re doing. And it’s awful. It sucks. It hurts you; it hurts him. It hurts everyone. 

It’s what AM wanted.

By the time it was your 75th year living through Hell, day after day after day, you and Ted’s relationship had reached its lowest point. You and him would fight every time you got near each other, forcing the others to try and keep you two separate, which didn’t do much. You swore you hated him at this rate; for what he did to you, to everyone, for abandoning you with no explanation, for refusing to explain what happened. You hated this. You hated him.

Until the day you got separated from everyone by accident. 

Really, it was by accident. Swarms of locusts had been chasing you all, and you all just ran, unable to pay attention to where you were going. You ran until your legs gave out, and you collapsed onto the ground. You weren’t sure how long you stayed there, but when you could finally get up again, everyone was gone.

Fuck.

You tried calling for them. You tried walking back the way you came- at least, you think it was the way you came. Everything looked unfamiliar to you. 

Fuuuuck.

What were you going to do?

Did they really all abandon you? Did you do this to yourself?

… Maybe you deserved it. 

You were about to give up until you heard a familiar voice calling your name. That’s when Ted came into view, looking and sounding genuinely worried. 

Wait, worried? For you?

When he saw you, relief flooded his face one moment, then it was swept away by something else. Something unreadable. He didn’t say much; just that they were looking for you and to follow him back to everyone. With no other choices, you did as you were told.

And you walked in silence.

At least, for a little while.

… Until you finally broke it.

“… Why did you leave?”

You weren’t sure why you were asking. You knew how it went whenever you did, but-

“I’m sorry.”

Huh?

It was like the gates finally opened. The two of you finally got to talking. And he told you everything. About the other woman he had been seeing. About how much he hated his life at that point. All the empty promises she had made him. Being too ashamed to face you before he left, and too ashamed to come back. 

And as he finished up, all he could do was apologize, over and over- he was sorry. He was so sorry for hurting you, not just for leaving, but for never explaining himself, for hurting you instead of coming clean. 

He was so sorry.

And you… Well.

You felt a lot at that moment. But the biggest one was relief, for finally having the whole truth. For finally getting an apology. You could finally let go of this.

Did you plan to forgive him? You weren’t sure yet. 

But at least you were finally making amends.

[astupidscribbler]

THE PEOPLE ASK FOR ANGST? THE PEOPLE GET THE ANGST!!

It was a calm day in Branch’s bunker, very little going on, Bruce was relaxing on the sofa, just reading a book, while humming a small tune.

Floyd walks into the living room and sits down

“Hey pink-stink, what's up?” Bruce asks casually

Floyd responds meekly “Nothi...nothing much y-you?” Floyd feels quite tense, but Bruce doesn't notice this.

“Ehh, nothing much, been a pretty boring day” Bruce says nonchalantly

Floyd’s speech is still meek “Oh..uhm, okay...“

Bruce, noticing Floyd’s meek and cautious voice, and puts down his book “Uhm, hey, are you good dude?”

“Me-me?” Floyd asks, confused

“Yeah, are you good?” Bruce asks again, growing more concerned

“Uh...yeah.” Floyd responds, slightly brushing off his fears, he looks away from Bruce and turns his gaze to the ground, looking a bit more sad than before. 

Bruce notices this, and gets worried. “...Floyd?”

Floyd doesn’t respond

“Floyd...are you doing alright, man...you can talk to me...“

Floyd starts sniffling, getting overwhelmed, prompting Bruce to turn Floyds head to face him, and tears are streaming down his face, prompting Bruce to hug him tightly in an attempt to comfort him

“Floyd, what happened, bud?” Bruce asks, gently

A lump forms the back of Floyds throat, and he trembles. “I’ve be-bb-been ha-ha-ha-h-having...“ he stumbles over his words and hyperventilates lightly for a few seconds to calm down

“Hey, take your time, it’s alright, bud. I’m here.” Bruce says, reassuring Floyd

Floyd takes a few deep breaths to steady himself, and it works somewhat

“I’ve b–be-been having night-m-m-mares about being back in the bo-bot-bottle!” he says, getting misty-eyed

“Oh, Floyd...“ Bruce says gently and sympathetically, feeling bad for him

Floyd dives into Bruces arms and cries into his chest, letting out a number of choked sobs

“There, there, little bro...you’re alright now, they can’t hurt you, it’s okay...“ Bruce says, hugging Floyd tightly

Floyd starts wiping the tears from his eyes and looks up at Bruce, and call out for Bruce gently, still choked up

“Yeah, bud?” Bruce asks gently

Floyd, regaining some of his composure, manages to say “Can you..uhm...actually no, it’s stupid, nevermind…” He stops himself, getting embarrassed

“Ah, come on, Floyd, it can’t be that stupid, what is it?” Bruce says, reassuring him again

“...Floyd, please, you can tell me, It’s alright.” Bruce tries to push his request out of him

“Can...can you hold me?” Floyd says meekly

“Hold you? Huh?” Bruce asks in confusion

“Yeah, it cheered me up when we were kids, when Grandma or John held me...you know? It made me feel safe and less small.” Floyd says, blushing a bit from embarrassment

“I mean, hey, if it makes you feel better, then sure. C’mere, bud.” Bruce pats his lap, inviting Floyd to cuddle

Floyd climbs into Bruce's lap and cuddles up with him, content, and Bruce starts rocking Floyd in his arms like a baby

Bruce starts humming a soft tune to soothe Floyd’s nerves, and he continues humming for a few minutes until Floyd lets out a small yawn

“Bruce...“ Floyd says, getting a bit tired

“Yeah?” Bruce says, relaxed and content that Floyds more comfortable

“Bet it ain’t that much of a boring day now, huh?” Floyd says, smiling

“Heh heh, that’s a bet you win, bud.” Bruce says to him, as he starts drifting off to sleep and snoring

Bruce lays him on the couch and puts a small blanket over him and ruffles his hair, prompting Floyd to crack a small smile in his sleep

Branch walks into the room “Uhh, hey, what's happening here?” he says, puzzled

“Hm?” Bruce asks

“I heard crying.” Branch says, concerned

“Oh, right, that...Floyd just uh...needed to vent.” Bruce says sheepishly

“He’s...he’s asleep though?” Branch asks, confused

“Yeah.” Bruce says

“I thought you said he was crying, how is he asleep all of a sudden?” Branch questions

“Basically what happened is he walked in, he sounded pretty tense, so I asked what the problem was, then cue the waterworks, I managed to calm him down enough for him to doze off.”

“Uh huh...and how’d you do that?” Branch asks

“Well, he asked me to hold him an-” Bruce explains

Branch interrupts “Hold on, pause. Hold him? What do you mean?” he asks, extremely confused by this point.

“Yeah, he said it made him feel safe when we were kids, so I started rocking him a little bit in my arms, then he went to sleep. I can’t lie, it was pretty adorable to watch.” Bruce says, chuckling a little

“Oh, right then. Why was he crying anyhow?” Branch asks, getting curious

Bruce sighs “He’s still having nightmares about when he was still in the bottle, thinking he's still there…”

Branch looks slightly saddened after hearing this “Ah, I see…”

“Yeah, this will probably be happening for like...a while.” Bruce says, sadly

“I mean, to be fair, he did go through a lot, he LITERALLY had the life sucked out of him, he DIED. He must have been terrified, man…” Branch says,, waving his arms around a bit

“Yeah, I suppose you have a point there.” Bruce says in agreement

“Look, either way,  how long do we think these nightmares will be happening for?” Branch asks, becoming more serious

“I would imagine a couple a few more weeks, unfortunately, but...I can’t blame him.” Bruce says getting slightly sombre

Branch sighs in despair “Yeah, that...that does sound about right.”

Floyd’s nightmares would continue for a few weeks, but every couple of nights, they became progressively less intimidating, and he would still have nightmares occasionally about his capture.

[lalaluuz]

Luz's Challenge: Finale

One final door awaited her before she’d have all of her keys. Luz approached it, taking in its appearance to try and guess who might wait for her on the other side. But this door looked so… unassuming. Plain. It wasn’t decorated like the other doors she’d been through. As she gripped the doorknob, it hit her: 

It looked like her bedroom door.

She pushed through, and indeed, found herself once again in her bedroom in the human realm. Exactly where she’d begun, including the large door that had appeared at the start of it all. She pulled the keys she’d retrieved from her pockets, approaching the door to insert each key into their corresponding lock. Three keys, with one empty lock remaining. But… who would have it?

A clattering sound from behind her prompts her to turn around, only to come face-to-face with… herself. This Other Luz gapes at Our Luz with wide, shocked eyes, and a tray of crafting supplies scattered at her feet.

“Um… Hi?” Our Luz greets, unsure, with a wave.

The Other Luz blinks, and waves in return. “H-hi. Um. You–you’re me, right?”

“Heh, uh… yeah, I am.”

“Like–like from the future or something? Holy Cow!” The Other Luz gasps, clapping her hands to her cheeks with an excited smile. “Oh, man, are you here to like, warn me about something? Is there something I have to do to prevent, like, aliens from invading, or vampires destroying the world, or–”

“I’mma stop you right there, because it’s… not exactly like that.”

Our Luz holds her hand up, an amused little smile gracing her lips. It hasn’t been long since she was this Luz, full of excitement and wonder, only wanting to find where she belonged at the risk of just about anything.

Even to the point of running away from home, and lying to her mother.

“Well, then… what is it like? What’s happened, that you’re, like… here?” The Other Luz asks, confusion coloring her features and tone.

Our Luz bit her lip, thinking how to approach this. “How far would you go, Luz? To find someplace you… you fit? The space meant for you, for us?”

The Other Luz blinked, but then considered the question seriously. Her expression fades into one of near-blankness at the topic. “That’s… I’m not sure. I feel like… like I’ve tried just about everything I can, you know? And nothing works. I think maybe trying a different setting would help, in some ways, right? That’s what Mama was saying before.”

Our Luz nodded, then took a seat on the floor, cross-legged. She waved at the Other Luz, directing her to join her on the floor. When she did, Our Luz folded her hands and continued:

“Would you be willing to change yourself, just to fit in?”

The Other Luz furrowed her brow. “Well, I mean…” she sighed. “It’s starting to feel like that’s the only option.”

Our Luz reached forward, placing her hand on the Other Luz’s knee. “I know it feels like that. But we… we can still be ourselves, even if we change naturally, you know that? You don’t have to force a change on your entire being, just to find someone who… who understands you. Because…”

Our Luz blinks, an epiphany hitting her. “Because the people who really understand you won’t ask you to change yourself. Actually, they’ll accept you, and love you, as you are.”

“How? How could they do that?”

Our Luz’s attention is drawn back to the Other Luz, who’s pulled her knees up to her chest, her eyes downcast towards the floor, as she asks this.

Our Luz smiles, a gentle curve to her lips, and she scoots closer, taking both of the Other Luz’s hands in her own. “There’s a place you’ll find soon. It’s magical, and wonderful, and… and terrifying. You’ll meet so many other weirdos like us, and you’ll stick together through everything, and help each other. You’ll make friends, and… and fall in love. But… but you’ll also have to do some really hard things, make some really hard decisions while you’re there.”

Our Luz swallowed, worrying her lip for a moment. “Things are a little on the unknown side for me, right now, if I’m honest.”

 The Other Luz watches her, and then softly prompts: “Is it… is it still worth it? All of that?”

Our Luz thinks it over: meeting Eda and King; getting into Hexside with Willow and Gus; dancing at Grom with Amity; destroying her portal home to protect the Human Realm from Belos; getting closer to Lilith; meeting Hunter and getting to know him; falling for Amity; learning she’s at fault for Belos getting in contact with the collector; losing grip on King as he shoves her and her friends through the portal home….

And then everything that’s happened in Spirale: her friends, like Kay, Lloyd, Zelos, (and the ones she hasn’t seen in a while, who have left, like Shadow, Baizhu, Zhilan); the people from the Isles who were also in Spirale, who she got closer to, like Hunter, Eda, Lilith, Willow, Gus, and Amity. All the things she’s learned about herself while she’s been away from both her homes, and the support she’s had going through it all….

Our Luz asks herself: would she recommend the experience? Would she do it all over again?

“Heck yeah, Luz. It’s… it’s so worth it. So don’t shy away from what your gut tells you to do, okay? Trust yourself. And remember: Magic comes from the heart, okay?”

The Other Luz gazes at Our Luz for a long moment, before she smiles in return.

“Yeah. I’ll remember that. Thanks.” Her eyes shift past Our Luz’s shoulder, and she shuffles, reaching behind Our Luz to grab at something on the floor.

“Hey, uh, did you drop this?”

The Other Luz holds up a key, similar in design to those Our Luz had received from the others in this dream. Its appearance echoes that of the key to the original portal, but it’s decorated in lilac and white filigree, its eye a golden brown, like the color of her own eyes.

Our Luz perks up and nods. “Yeah, thanks! I… I need that to get back to where I was. I’ve got people waiting for me, you know? And… and you will too, when you get there.”

The Other Luz smiles and nods, before she holds her hand out with the key. Our Luz accepts it, before she takes the Other Luz’s hand and shakes it. “Good Luck, Luz. Not that you’ll need it: you got this.”

The Other Luz laughs, shaking Our Luz’s hand in return. “Yeah, you too!”

They help each other stand, and Our Luz turns to the large door and its remaining empty keyhole. She turns the key, pushes open the door, and steps through, without looking back.

[sinful-morningstar]

Spartober day 13 Stylish (DaNero)

Author's Note: As usual this prompt is spicey and suggestive but no actual smutty penetration happened just alot of foreplay and dirty talk, yknow the usual..anyways this was really fun to write, i hope you all Enjoy today's prompt! Prompts by whatsanapocalae1 (I use a combination of SparTober and Devil MayTober prompts) 13: Stylish (DanNero) Nero walked into Dante's office with a smirk he heard that the demon hunter had tried on a new look and was dying to see it, well..it was new to Nero but not to Dante, it seemed that Dante had found his old coat from his early days of hunting the one red coat that was strapped across his chest back in the day and he was dying to show Nero.

but the young Sparda didn't expect to see his uncle standing in the red coat that looked like a mix between a biker jacket and a trenchcoat. his top off showing his toned abs and muscles making Nero blush.

"Oh ..wow..that's uh..well that's new" he stammered blinking rapidly processing it all.

Dante flexes his muscles and smirks at Nero “What do you think, kiddo? You like the style?  He admires the old jacket now modified as he puts one foot on his desk. His chest was exposed as he wore nothing beneath the coat except for his jeans.

Nero swallowed softly feeling dizzy at the sight, Dante was breathtakingly handsome with his shirt on but seeing it off made Nero almost drool with desire, he bit his lip and nodded gently he replied his voice cracking nervously as he shivered . "H-Heh..yeah it ..it suits you..."

Dante’s smirk widens as he notices just how flustered Nero was, it seemed his plan had worked, dressing in this old thing, showing off his body , he knew he would make nero submit in seconds. he  approaches Nero and puts a hand on his shoulder, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear. “ I can show you what else looks good on me, if you're interested~” he purred.

"U-Uh sure, yeah i mean, that's why i'm here right?, you needed a second opinion, so i..i would be happy help Dante.." Nero nodded, suppressing his blush. He couldn't take his eyes off of Dante.

“Well, I wouldn't say no to the help, kiddo~.” Dante takes his hand away from Nero's shoulder and walks back towards his desk, placing both hands on it and leaning into it as he turns back to look at Nero. “ I'll tell you what, why don't you.. help me... test out the coat with no shirt underneath~?”.

"H-How do you think i should go around doing that?" Nero asked, tilting his head gently in confusion.

Dante let out an amused hum “ heh, It's simple, kid. “. he takes a step towards Nero and leans in close, putting his hand on his Nephew’s chest. “Just touch my chest.. right.. ..”he pauses and  puts one of his hands on Nero's hand guiding Nero's free hand to his own chest just underneath the open coat. “.... here, right there” he finished saying as he let Nero touch his bare chest.

Nero looked up at Dante blushing scarlet as he bit his lip and let his hand reach out to stroke Dante's chest making him shiver as he sighed sensually. "D-Dante~"

“Yeah, kid? This is what you wanted, wasn't it? “ Dante looks down at his chest as Nero's hand rubs along it, feeling his hand against his skin. He swallowed and sighed sensually as well, his voice just a little bit deeper. “Well.. I hope you like what you feel.”

"I..." Nero’s vision was blurry as his mind was clouded with lust "Y-You look so good..you feel great, Dante...You..heh you should dress like this more often..."

“I think you're right.. This feels pretty good.. Maybe I should keep the look “ Dante chuckled with a smirk as he saw how flustered Nero was getting. “You like what you see, kid?”

Nero without missing a beat groaned softly "Oh hell yeah i do.." he blushed at just how eager he sounded. He licked his lips nervously before biting his bottom lip.

“Good” Dante said with a nod as he sits down on his chair and beckoned Nero over, putting a hand out in invitation. “Now.. come over here and sit in my lap. I think I have another way for you to help test the coat… “ he paused looking up at Nero with a devious grin “ If you don't mind helping me out, that is~.” he purred.

Nero nodded gently as he went over and sat down in Dante's lap happily "Yes...Yes I'm more than happy to help..."

“Good boy.” Dante praised gently as he looked down at Nero as he pulled him a little closer, his hands going around his Nephew's waist as his voice deepened just a little. “ You smell good, Nero. Your body feels amazing…” He held him closer “ I can feel you trembling. Are you Nervous about what's going to come next or anxious about it~?”

Nero gasped gently at the touches as he shuddered in pleasure his head spinning as he tried to listen to his uncle's words but he just let out a soft whine "Mmm i..i don't know really..all i know is..it feels good and..i..i want to see what's next..."

“Ah.. Well, why don't we find out together, hm?” Dante pulls Nero a little closer, their faces just barely apart.. He grins as he leans in just that little bit closer.. and suddenly, he's not just leaning anymore.. He's pushing his lips to Nero's as he pushes Nero back slightly onto his thighs, his mouth moving against his nephew's.

"Mmmph!~" Nero moaned softly at the kiss in surprise before melting in it wrapping his arms around Dante as he kissed back eagerly deepening it passionately letting his tongue meet with Dante's

A satisfied hum fills Dante’s throat as he and Nero kiss, the taste of his nephew's tongue setting off ripples of pleasure through his body. “Mmm.. That's right, kid. Show me how much you want this~.”

Nero felt his heart rate spike as he heard Dante's words, it made him want to just give in entirely; spread his legs and become nothing but a mindless toy, but he knew better than that, for now he'd behave himself and be smart about all this. he panted gently as he started to move his hips against Dante's thighs getting some friction out of it making him moan in pleasure.

Dante pulls away for a moment, his face flushed with desire as his eyes flick down, taking in the sight of his nephew's body against his.”Wow, somebody likes using their hips.. Just for that, I'm gonna hold you down. “ he shifts and pins his nephew against his thighs, his mouth finding Nero's once again as he pushes him down onto his thigh, and his words cut off with a moan as the kiss goes even deeper.

Nero whimpered softly trying to move his hips but he was kept still by Dante's hold, he let out a pitiful cry "D-Dante..please..dont..ah..Mmmm..Don't tease me..." he pleaded as his breath became high and his body trembled.

“Tease you?” Dante asks his voice is a low rumble as he speaks right on the edge of his nephew's ear as their lips lock together, his other hand slowly wandering over to grab a handful of one of Nero's butt cheeks, gripping it firmly as he moans into the kiss. “ Tease you?.. I'm more than happy to give you what you want~”

Nero panted gently as he looked up at Dante with a hopeful expression his cheeks dusted pink as he moaned at the grip to his backside "Ahh...Y-You are?" he asked .

“I am. And you know what I want first?” Dante squeezes Nero's backside even harder in answer, as his words carry a little bit of a growl. “I want you on your knees~”

"Oh..Fuck..." Nero groaned gently as he nodded, fighting the urge to faint from all this attention, he swallowed softly panting as he slid himself off of Dante's lap and looked up at him with a puppy eyed expression and bit his lip now not only out of habit but for aesthetic. "Like this?~"

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean, little one~. You're doing just perfect, just perfect” Dante nods gently, looking down at Nero with nothing but affection in his eyes. “ Here, let me be even clearer.” he paused as he reached down and pulled Nero closer, his words carrying a huskiness as he spoke into Nero's ear. “On your knees and open wide~”

Nero moaned out loud his growing warmth and excitement making his arousal more prominent as he did as he was told listening to the huskiness of his uncle's voice telling him exactly what to do. He opened his mouth wide.

Dante grins as he watches his nephew, enjoying the way his body is reacting to him, looking like he had already melted completely. “ Good boy~.” he purred out praise with a smug smirk as he reached down and grabbed the bottom of his coat, quickly whipping it open and pulling it off his body in one fluid motion. “ Now then, why don't I give you something to do while you're down there~?”

"Uh huh!" Nero nodded eagerly, his eyes resting at Dante's own arousal in his jeans, he wanted nothing more than to take him expertly .

Dante’s eyebrows raise slightly at the sight of Nero's gaze.. a smirk tucks into the edges of his mouth and he leans down a little so he's right in front of Nero. “ Are you looking for permission, kiddo, or should I just force it outta you?” the sound of rustling fabric and a button being undone is heard as Dante slowly opens his zipper.

Nero lets out a small moan as he watches Dante unzip his pants. "Permission..is good..but..you can force me if you want..I'll do whatever you want Dante~" he groaned softly.

“Oh, you are naughty,Boy. Well, I like a little attitude.. but I just know you're ready for what you're about to get.” Dante leans forwards and grips Nero by the jaw before pulling him in again, their lips once again locked together. His free hand wraps around Nero's neck and he pushes him gently onto the floor, pushing his jeans down to his hips with his other hand. “Oh yes.. that's more like it.”

"Fuck!" Nero cried out as he fell back looking up at Dante seeing just how excited he was for him within those boxers, it made his head spin. "Y-You wanna take me dont you Dante?" he asked gently. “Yeah, I really do, Nero”. Dante’s voice drips with lust as he pulls himself towards Nero, pushing the rest of his pants down and straddling the younger Sparda's body with a grin.

“There, better right? My turn to enjoy this view~.”

[narrators-journal]

hi gib unhinged knifeplay jun w tatsuya for kinktober bc u love me <3

Not much to say, I do adore you, and I hope you enjoy <3

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Knifeplay, Jun's a lil nutty, blood is drawn and tasted

Tatsuya had never thought he’d actually manage to marry the love of his life, yet there he was. Standing in their kitchen, washing pans and plates for that night’s dinner while Jun stood a bit away chopping washed carrots in a comfortable silence.

Glancing at the ravenette, Tatsuya smiled slightly. Even dressed in a ratty old t-shirt and pajama pants, with his bangs pushed back out of his dark eyes, the ravenette still seemed to bewitch the old wildcard. In fact, the domesticity of their married life as a whole was one of Tatsuya’s favorite things about his life. If he’d only known that all of his torment and hell would end in him getting to safely marry his childhood love, maybe he wouldn’t have resigned so easily to the fate of eternally being alone. Yet, as he stared into the sudsy water, mulling over his contentment, he couldn’t shake the sense that something had gotten lost in that comfort.

It wasn’t some midlife itch for excitement, the brunette had been through two seperate lifetimes of thrill and adventure, he didn’t even understand how Eikichi had the energy to still pursue his dreams of being a rockstar after everything, let alone wanting more of it for himself. Yet, he did want something fresh, he just couldn’t place how to get it.

Not because Jun or him were prudes, Tatsuya didn’t have many kinks, but he still kept his stash of handcuffs and blindfolds. Though, he could admit that it had been a while since they’d tried anything else.

However, before he could even make a move to bully himself for any inkling of being bland, he felt his husband’s warm hand slip under the back of his shirt a moment before something colder bit into his skin. A slow trail being drawn up along his back to force his spine to straighten on instinct. “What the fuck?!” He yelped, spinning around to find that Jun was the culprit. Standing behind him, his knife wiped clean of carrot to instead cut into him.”Jun! The hell was that for?” He asked, relaxing slightly, only to be filled with confusion. “I want to cut you.” “Heh?!” the ravenette put a hand up to signal Tatsuya to let him explain, so, despite the many questions running circles in his head, the brunette let him speak.

“I want to try something.” He began simply, stepping closer to his husband, wrapping an arm around his waist, “While I do have a blast sleeping with you, I think we can both admit that we’ve fallen into a routine,” he continued, taking the purse of Tatsuya’s lips and glance away as confirmation of his words, “I want to try something new. A little more exciting than our usual, that’s all.” With that, he wiggled the blade in his fingers, pressing himself to Tatsuya to trap the taller man between himself and the sink as he eyed the knife and thought. “Why...exactly the cutting, though?” He asked tentatively, his hazel eyes returning to Jun’s to watch his husband shrug, “I’ve wanted to use a knife for a while now. I always thought you were very pretty covered in your own blood~” He hummed, oddly bringing a heat to the brunette’s cheeks when he ghosted the blade over his shirt to trace a heart shape over his pec. “Of course, we don’t have to, but I think it’s worth a shot to at least try it, hm?” With that, the shaggy haired male smiled sweetly at the brunette. Putting the knife on the counter to simply hug his husband.

I mean, I was just thinking of that… Tatsuya mused, mindlessly putting his arms loosely around his partner in return, and, I do trust him. He might be a little nuts, but he wouldn’t hurt me too bad. Plus, he’d stop if I said, so… The brunette let out a slow breath, “Fine, but...don’t, like, carve your name in my ass.” He said, making Jun laugh, “Aw! But how will everyone know you’re mine?~” He pouted playfully, making Tatsuya laugh in turn, “You already have a ring on my finger! And a curse jar at the ready for Lisa! I think they know, junbug.” the debate was paused so the brunette could kiss his husband, letting him slip his hands back under his shirt to feel along his softened body, no longer toned by hours of fighting or thinned by growth spurts.

Breaking the kiss to pull the shirt over Tatsuya’s head, Jun added with an amused hum, “I really hope Lisa’s not on any list of people who might see your ass,” Making Tatsuya snort, “She’s not, I promise you that.” Chuckling again, the ebony-haired witch pulled him into another quick kiss, yet stopped the brunette from herding him towards their room. Instead, he grabbed the knife again and used it to gesture to one of the chairs sat at their kitchen table.

So, without questioning it, Tatsuya went ahead and sat where he was directed. Going ahead and kicking his pajama pants off when he saw his husband doing the same. Watching as the dark-haired man came and sat in his lap, kissing a trail along his jaw to his throat, nibbling a few spots to get the brunette to jolt or gasp and fan the lascivious embers in his belly.

Then, leaning back, he gave the brunette a sweet smile and started off gentle. Only dragging the sharp blade down Tatsuya’s arm, not cutting him, only enjoying the way the mere chance of pain made his husband tense. Which, to the taller man’s surprise, was far more erotic than he’d first thought. Not quite the thought of the kitchen knife drawing blood, but just the hint of measured danger, and letting his husband indulge. That’s what sent sparks through the brunette’s blood when his partner moved the knife to his sternum. Giving him a small look of ‘get ready’ before proceeding to let the cold edge of the knife bite into Tatsuya’s skin slowly, dragging out the sting until it curled his lip and left a thin line of red welling up on his chest. A hiss slipping out when Jun finally pulled the blade away. “You sure you’re okay with this?” The witch asked, tilting his head slightly as he watched the blood well to the surface. “Yeah...just hurts,” The brunette muttered, swiping the blood off of himself before it could trickle down his stomach, making Jun hum before grabbing his hand to lick the crimson off of his finger. Which...shouldn’t have sent such an electrifying rush to the man’s groin, yet he was sure his husband felt him twitch beneath him, judging from the way he smirked, “Uh...but it...doesn’t feel as bad after the initial cut.” He assured, glancing down at Jun’s bare thighs, then at his pajama pants on the kitchen floor.

His answer was another amused hum from his husband before he pressed his cheek into Tatsuya’s palm, drawing his hazel eyes away from the floor to lock onto the shining silver blade of the kitchen knife as Jun teasingly ghosted it down his arm, making sure to keep it perpendicular to his limb and to keep the pressure gentle so that he didn’t cause too much of a bloodbath. Which, stirred up more of that confusing heat in Tatsuya’s belly.

On one hand, the lethal weapon in Jun’s hand needled into his anxieties each time the blade nipped his skin. On the other, that lethal weapon was in Jun’s hand, and while Tatsuya could see an unnerving spark of madness in his husband’s dark eyes, he couldn’t help but trust him with his entire body. So, as much as it hurt when Jun drug the point just over his collar bone and back down his sternum to leave a pink cat scratch leading into the blood-dotted cut he’d made before, it equally sent a rush through Tatsuya’s blood with each throb of dull pain in it’s wake. “Y’know, I don’t have to only indulge in my kinks, honeysuckle. Maybe next time we could try something you’re into.~” Jun offered, his flirtatious suggestion a dry log on the lascivious bonfire in Tatsuya’s stomach, earning another smirk before the witch leaned forward to kiss the brunette. Happily drinking down the moan Tatsuya let out and wiggling his hips to earn another.

Not bothering to respond, Tatsuya simply wrapped his arms around his husband, sliding his hand under the permanently-stained t-shirt to enjoy the way his partner arched into him with his own hum. Breaking the kiss to smile at him before he pushed himself back so he sat up properly in the brunette’s lap, the knife still in hand. “I’m gonna go fetch the lube,” He said, sliding off of his husband’s legs to stand up, making Tatsuya almost jolt out of the kitchen chair when he suddenly stabbed the kitchen knife into the seat, leaving it standing between Tatsuya’s thighs, “then I’m gonna ride you like a fuckin’ bronco. Don’t move.” He said, and if the blade sitting with the sharp side towards Tatsuya’s erection wasn’t enough, the dark tone lacing Jun’s words were enough to make the brunette nod and stay firmly put. Only watching his husband stroll out of the kitchen as if they were doing nothing more risque than having couch sex.

Tatsuya really should not have been as turned on by that as he was.

Yet, his husband just had that power over him. Even in his moments of lunacy, Tatsuya couldn’t help but get a thrill out of it. Perhaps to cope with how similar his husband could get to Joker, or maybe he was just as crazy.

Yet, those thoughts were sent skittering back to the corners of Tatsuya’s mind when the ebony-haired witch yanked the knife free of the chair and pointed it at Tatsuya’s nose, a hair’s breadth from him. “Up, Tatsu.” He ordered, lowering the blade when the brunette jumped to his feet and obediently discarded his boxers. Letting the smaller male push him back into the seat, Tatsuya instinctively put his hands on his husband’s hips to help the inky-haired florist position himself to lower onto his cock. Shuddering when Jun let out a shameless moan as he was filled, wiggling his hips again to lure out tatsuya’s own lewd moan.

Only to swiftly cut into his thigh with his knife when the brunette did, earning a mix of a moan and a yelp instead. “What was that for?!” The taller male huffed, his husband simply giggling, “I just think your pained and shocked noises are cute~” He admitted, bringing the knife back between them and patting his cheek with the cold metal and leaving a light line of red of his husband’s blood on his cheek. Meanwhile, Tatsuya’s face had a tinge of pink for a more internal reason, which got another giggle and earned him another heated kiss from the witch before Jun began grinding and bouncing on his cock. Filling the kitchen with the sound of skin on skin and soft sighs and moans, clawing the back of the kitchen chair Tatsuya sat in, letting the brunette claw into his hips as he moved.

Yet, even with his partner’s hips moving and giving delicious friction, the taller male couldn’t forget the shiny kitchen knife his husband held. Shuddering in a mix of fear and desire when Jun drug the tip across his throat, just hard enough to bite into the skin without drawing real blood before he lowered his head to nip and suck at the aggitated skin. Sending bolts of electricity through Tatsuya’s blood once again to mix with the building warmth Jun’s slow, methodical movements stoked. In return, the brunette took a deep breath and let it out as a pleased sigh, laying his head back to give his husband full reign of his throat and succumbing to the euphoric fog that devoured his thoughts one by one.

With that lascivious coil tightening more in his belly, the only thing the wildcard could focus on was the lewd mix of his husband’s moans and sighed curses, skin slapping skin, and the cool contrast of the kitchen knife Jun kept hold of to knick and scratch him as he went. “Don’t space out too hard, Tatsu.” He breathed, hooking an arm around his neck to make him lift his head again, “Or I’ll leave more than a few cat scratches.” The warning making the brunette’s cock throb more, which got an evil grin out of his husband and earned him another kiss.

Though, Tatsuya’s thoughts were too scattered at that point. He’d given into the surprisingly strong pull of arousal, he couldn’t pull himself free that easily. Which, Jun seemed aware of, as he simply used the increasing haze of lust in his husband’s eyes as an excuse to draw more blood in slower, torturous cuts to the man’s chest. Giving a surprised moan when Tatsuya abruptly thrust up into him, “Easy,” He warned, slamming his hips down and pausing any of his movements in revenge, menacing the sharp blade again at the brunette’s throat while his dark eyes shone with a lot more of a hot sort of madness that took Tatsuya’s breath. “Just because I’m riding you doesn’t mean you have any more dominance here than usual.”

Despite that, when he did return to moving, he did pick up the pace. Moaning along with the brunette as the heat in his blood increased and the spring in his stomach tightened again. “Jun!” He partially whined, silenced by his husband’s mouth on his, knife forgotten as they both gave in and chased the head-rush of euphoria. Letting the throb of cuts stoke the flames with each brush of Jun’s shirt against them until that spring finally snapped with a gasped, “Fuck!” and a blinding rush of pleasure that took what breath was left in Tatsuya’s lungs.

And for a moment, he simply soaked in the thoughtless buzz and let his breathing even out once again. Hardly having the mental focus to contemplate how long it had been since his entire body had felt that weak after an orgasm. Speaking of orgasms, he blinked back to the moment, wrapping his arms around the boneless heap laying with his head on his shoulder and nuzzled his husband. “You came, right?” He checked gently, rubbing circles into the witch’s back until he’d come down enough to nod and push himself back up. “Your blood tastes like motor oil.” Was the first words out of the disshevelled man’s mouth, and Tatsuya could almost hear a record screech. “Excuse me? Does it really?” He asked, Jun just snorting, “Do you really wanna know how your blood tastes?” He asked in return, threading his fingers through the brunette’s hair as he weighed that thought. “No.” “Exactly. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, honeysuckle. Then we can order out for tonight.” he hummed, giving him a softer peck before pulling himself up with a small hum, letting his husband support a bit of his weight until they were sure he could safely stand. Then, he simply pulled on his boxers and went to get the first aid kit.

Showers and laundry were definitely on the to-do list, but for the time being, the pair focused on cleaning and bandaging the cuts Jun had left on Tatsuya, and cuddling up as they ordered a pizza for the night.

[munsuneddie]

couples costume

summary: eddie munson hates cliches and hates couples costumes on halloween the most. or… does he?

warnings: none, some fluff and angst(?), not my greatest but

word count: 1.7k

pairings: eddie munson x reader. no use of y/n

disclaimer: just pretend the movie was out when eddie was in high school heh

eddie’s never been a huge fan of couple’s costumes, in fact you’ve heard many different complaints from him in the past week as your peers dressed up.

“it’s not even halloween yet,” he rolled his eyes, tossing a few peanuts into the air and failing to catch them. “why does hawkins insist on a spirit week leading up to the actual day? and these “couples costumes”? it’s like-“

“eddie,” steve groaned. “just let them have their fun. besides, aren’t you two gonna coordinate?” he gestured between the two of you and your cheeks reddened when eddie glanced at you before shaking his head.

“uhm, n-no. we agreed not to.” you spoke quietly, a whisper of your own complaint dripping in the air.

you and eddie haven’t been together very long, but halloween was one of your (and his) favorite holiday and it killed you that he didn’t want to do a costume with you. your habit of overthinking kept leading you to the idea that eddie did want to do a couple’s costume, just not with you.

the table had changed the topic and you were grateful to just be able to stew in your own dissatisfaction. eddie kept glancing over to you to check your mood, but you refused to look over at him. you couldn’t be mad: he told you outright that he hated cliche’s and anything remotely close to one, which included couple costumes. but you couldn’t shake the feeling that if he were dating anybody else, eddie would be all up for it.

the final bell rang and you gathered your half-eaten tray of food, dumping the contents into the garbage before briskly walking to your locker. there was an assembly to end the day before the halloween weekend, and all you wanted to do was get it over with so you could go home. but when you’re dating eddie munson, you should always expect the unexpected.

“hey, beautiful,” eddie leaned on the locker next to your’s with a lopsided grin splattered across his face. “where are you headed on this fine afternoon?”

despite the burning bubble in your stomach, you couldn’t fight back your smile as you looked at him over the door of your locker.

“the assembly, just like you should be?” you prompted with a raised eyebrow but eddie just looked at you with a confused look.

“assembly?” he quirked, bringing his hand to his chin to feign confusion and thought.

“yes.. the one right now? in the gym?” you narrowed your eyes at him as you could nearly see ideas processing behind his eyes.

“better idea - and hear me out - we ditch the assembly and watch scary movies for the next 6 hours. uncle wayne’s out of town for the weekend so i have the trailer all to myself.” eddie winked as he slowly closed your locker, his hands finding home on your waist.

the idea he had reminded you of everything else and the burning sensation in your stomach resurfaced. you sighed in defeat and tossed your bag over your shoulder.

“that sounds great eds, but i think i’m just gonna head home.” you offered him a weak smile, hoping it was enough to disguise the hurt you were feeling.

eddie’s face dropped and you felt your heart sink for making him feel like he did something wrong. and maybe you were overreacting a little bit, but was it so wrong to wanna dress up with your boyfriend?

you’d started walking the hallway to the back exit, wanting to sprint but fighting the urge as you felt eddie’s eyes on the back of your head. you made it all the way to your car, about to open the door when your boyfriend had managed to catch up to you, slamming the door shut.

“did i do something wrong, sweetheart?” he was out of breath from running after you, but the sincerity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“n-no, eddie. everything’s fine, really,” you tried not to make eye contact with him because you knew your eyes would give everything away.

and as if he could read your mind, eddie’s fingers gently cupped your jaw and titled your face to his. you tried not to cry when your eyes met his dark brown ones that were flooded with worry, tried so hard.

“baby, what’s wrong? and don’t say nothing ‘cus i can read you like a damn book.” he insisted, pleading with his eyes for you to just spill the beans already.

you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the rambling nonsense that was about to spill from your mouth.

“look, i know we agreed not to do a couple’s costume because you hate cliches or whatever but halloween is my favorite holiday and i know it’s yours too so i just can’t figure out why you wouldn’t wanna dress up with me. like i-“

eddie immediately softened his gaze even more if that was even possible before cutting you off with a kiss. your first thought was to push him away from you to finish your speech, but it quickly fizzled out when his tongue slipped into your mouth and his hands were all over your waist. he backed you into the side of your car to gain purchase against your body before pulling away, faintly remembering the two of you are in the school parking lot.

“welp, you’ve ruined it, princess,” he mumbled against your lips before pulling back all the way. before you could scream at him in disbelief, eddie continued.

“i had it all planned out: trick you into thinking we weren’t dressing up together just to bring you to my trailer to show you the metal-as-fuck costumes i got for us. was gonna be a surprise, but,” he gestured to you. “clearly not a good one. i’m sorry, baby.”

you were shocked, to say the least. eddie munson - the boy who claims to hate couple’s costumes - prepared one just for the two of you. and he did it all in secret, which is huge because, well, eddie has a large mouth.

“no, i’m sorry for overreacting,” you ran your hands up and down his chest, a sigh of relief erupting from him. “i just got in my head is all. but can we talk about how you kept this surprise a secret? very impressive, babe.”

eddie flashed a triumphant grin and kissed your cheek before opening your car door for you. “right? only person who knew was harrington. which reminds me, i’m gonna kill him for that little stunt at lunch today.”

the two of you laughed at the idea of eddie trying to get one up on steve harrington, before a thought passed your mind.

“does the offer to come over still stand?”

“sweetheart, as long as i’m breathing, that offer always stands.” he winked again, his voice low.

he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping aside to let you into your car and the two of you parted ways only to reunite at eddie’s trailer a few agonizing minutes later. you had but the slightest idea of what costumes eddie had picked out for the two of you and you were nearly bursting at the seams to get a look.

“c’mon eds!” you urged him to hurry up from the stoop of his trailer as he gingerly hopped out of his van. he knew what he was doing, he just couldn’t help himself.

after what felt like hours to you, eddie was finally unlocking and opening the front door. you glanced eagerly around the living room and the kitchen and much to your dismay, no costumes were found. you looked to your boyfriend who was shrugging off his jacket with a chuckle.

“oh, baby. you didn’t think i’d just leave them somewhere you’d see, did you?” eddie tsked before walking to the closed door of his bedroom. you made moves to follow, but he turned around abruptly to stop you in your tracks.

“be my good girl and wait in the living room, ‘kay? i’ll be quick, promise.” he bent down to capture your lips in his before he was walking away again, and you slumped to the couch to wait.

a few minutes had passed and eddie still hadn’t emerged from his room, and just as you were about to give up the waiting game and barge in there, you hear the door click open. you weren’t entirely expecting him to come out in his costume, but you could guess that’s why it took him so long. and it was definitely worth the wait.

eddie was wearing a long, tattered black cloak with his infamous ripped jeans underneath, a pair of black leather gloves, all paired perfectly with the ghostface mask. he’d even splurged a little bit and got the mask that can drip blood with a button and a retractable knife.

he did a full body turn with his arms up to let you see the whole thing. “so? what d’you think, baby - pretty fuckin’ metal, right?”

you grinned at your boyfriend as he struck mildly inappropriate poses at your expense. “absolutely. where’s mine?” you asked, unable to contain your excitement any longer.

eddie held up a finger before quickly walking back into his room and came back out with your sidney prescott costume. which didn’t take too much to achieve, but he wanted everything to be perfect so he’d gotten a few different options for you to choose from. the wig eddie bought was the selling point in your opinion. you stood up from the couch and bridged the gap between you and him, lifting the mask from his face just enough to crash your lips into his.

when you pulled away for air, eddie removed the mask and set it atop his head so he could really look at you.

“what d’you say, sweetheart? be my final girl?”

and it was so utterly cheesy, so cliche, that all you could do was nod your head so sternly that eddie feared for your life.

and when you were both dressed, you’d decided to go to steve’s house for his yearly halloween party, cheers and laughter coming from robin and nancy when they saw your costumes. although sometimes you would have to explain who you were when eddie left your side for a brief moment, it was all so worth it to be there with him.

[totallynotbat]

Bonding - Tickletober Day 4

Prompt: Day 4 - Reward

Summary: Fundy and Phil have some bonding time together, which is rare for these two usually. 

Relationship is platonic. No ship tags! 

Wooo! I’ve been waiting for this! I love Fundy and Phil’s relationship. You don’t see it often! I figured this fits well enough with the two prompts.

Takes place after Wilbur’s revival. 

T/W: Swearing, Stress attack, Bit of angst.

Phil was stunned. 

Wilbur, his son, lied to him. He starred back up on the destroyed L’manburg, thinking about everything from when he first joined up too now. 

Was he really that gullible? Why’d he believe those letters? 

“Phil?” 

Philza turned his head, seeing Fundy to the right of him, the two sitting on a piece of near crumpled rock, across from the L’manburg flag, what was left of it at least.

“Are you alright?” Fundy asked, Phil shaking his head, looking down.

“No…I’m not…I just…” Phil mumbled, placing his hands over his face. Fundy placed a paw on Philza’s shoulder, ears lowered, but a small smile on his face.

“C’mere Phil.” Fundy pulled the avian into his arms, hearing a few muffled sobs as Phil pressed his face into Fundy’s chest. 

“Aw…Phil, I know. I know.” Fundy stroked a paw through the blondes hair, curling it with his claws. “This okay?” 

Philza simply nodded, as he continued sobbing. “Am I that gullible? Fundy? Why did I believe those letters?!” 

“Shhh, no your not, it’s okay Phil, it’s okay buddy, just relax and breathe, okay?” 

Fundy continued, using the same tactic Wilbur used on him sometimes when he was younger, stroking the blondes hair carefully, curling a few strands.

Fundy couldn’t remember much of his childhood, but he did remember this tactic Wilbur or his mother would use whenever he was stressed. 

Fundy wished he could spend more time with Phil but he didn’t know how to even ask, or even if Phil wanted too. What would they even do? 

Fundy heard Phil’s muffled sobbing, feeling like he wanted to strangle Wilbur soon if he saw him again. Fundy sighed, not thinking of any other way to calm the hybrid down.

Or maybe…

A sneaky idea came upon Fundy’s head, him placing a paw, wiping tears from Phil’s face, slowly tracing a claw towards and across Phil’s ears, noticing how they twitched and flapped a bit. 

“Fundy!-“ Phil squeaked in surprise, covering his mouth with his hands. 

“Aw, your ears are twitching!” Fundy chuckled, using one finger to tracing across the avian’s ears, which continued flapping as Phil squirmed and shook his head.

“Eheheasy Fundy!” Phil chuckled.

Fundy luckily stopped, allowing Phil to breathe from the attack. 

“Whahat the hell Fundy?” Philza said with a chuckle. 

“Just tried a tactic, Wilbur used with me.” Fundy smiled, releasing the avian from the hug.

“Heh, he got it from me.” Phil thought to himself.

The two climbed up to the top of the crater, walking over to Phil’s house. Phil allowing Fundy to talk, while Philza was thinking about what happened earlier.

Philza thought for a few minutes, he kinda didn’t want Fundy to stop, but how would he ask about Fundy, his grandson. To tickle him? He didn’t want to be an inconvenience to him but…given there history and rocky relationship it was going to be-

“Phil?” 

Phil looked up at Fundy, who stood in front of the doorway, confused. 

“Ah! Right, come in mate!” 

The two sat on the couch, watching TV, Philza still flustered a bit, the pros winning over the cons in this situation, but god it was getting frustrating. 

Philza doesn’t get flustered easily and here he was.

“Erm…Fundy…uh…” Phil shyly spoke, already feeling butterflies immediately at the pit of his stomach. 

Fundy turned his head, looking up at the avian. “Yeah?” 

Phil sighed, inhaling, gesturing to his ears. “You know how you traced my ears earlier?” 

“Yeah, what about that?” 

Philza began getting red again, dammit lee mood showing up at the wrong time. 

“Erm uh, could you possibly…uh…will you?” Phil mumbled, his wings flapping and twitching. 

Fundy smiled at the avian, noticing his wings. “You want me to tickle you, again?” 

Philza pressed his face into his hands. “Yes!” 

Fundy smirked, leaning back. “Of course, you need it anyways.” 

Phil smiled, a red flush on his face, Fundy allowing him to get comfortable on the couch, Phil laying his back on the armrest, his wings folded back.

“Just tell me when, okay?” Fundy asked, Phil giving a weak nod. 

Fundy started tracing Phil’s ears again. The older flinching and covering his mouth with his hands. 

“Aw!” Fundy cooed. “You can laugh Phil, this is kinda like a reward for you helping me.” 

Phil squirmed, him resting his head on the couch cushion, squeezing his eyes shut, a flustered smile on his face. 

Fundy smiled, using a claw to trace around the feathers behind the wing-ears, which continued twitching. 

“PFFT-Hehehe!!! Hahahaha! Ehehehehaha!!! Nohohoho! Hahahaha!!!” Phil began softly breaking into light bubbly giggles, he couldn’t keep his laughter contained for that long.

“Aww! There we go!” Fundy smiled. 

“Fuhuhuhndy!” Phil giggled, covering his mouth with his hands. 

“Yesss?” Fundy cooed, scribbling across the sensitive ears, which flapped and moved under the gentle touch. 

“It-Itit thihihickles!” Phil muffled laughter broke through his words.

“Aw, well that’s the point!” Fundy smirked, bringing his paws down to the man’s underarms. 

“FUNDY!” Phil squeaked, slamming his arms right uptop of Fundy’s paws, showing Phil’s flustered smile. 

“Aww, sensitive spot? TickleTickleTickleTickleee~” Fundy teased, wiggling his claws against the hollows. 

“Ehehehehahaha! NOHOHOHO!!!” Phil laughed, squirming around. “Gehehet out of therehehe!!!” 

“Hmmm nah!” Fundy smirked, continuing to tickle the man’s underarms. 

“AH! AHAHA! FUHUHUHNDY!!!” Phil squeaked, letting out an embarssed snort. 

“Aw! You snorted like a pig!” Fundy cooed, trailing a hand down to his sides. 

“Ihihihi! cahahant hehehelp it!!!” Phil snickered. 

“Heh! That’s on you when I do this!” Fundy scribbled across Phil’s sides.

“FUHUHUHNDY!!!” Phil giggled, a high pitch squeal escaping his mouth. 

“Someone’s a little giggly here~” Fundy cooed, wiggling his claws in between. “Who’s a lil ticklish giggle monster! You are! You are!” 

“Shuhuhut up Fuhuhuhndy!!!” Phil squeaked. 

“Shut up? Why I outta!” Fundy immediately sprung his claws to his bottom ribs. 

“EHEHEHEHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed. 

“Oh little sensitive here?” Fundy moved his claws across the top of his ribs, sending Phil into high pitch laughter. 

“NAHAHA FUHUHUHNDY THAHAHAHAT THIHIHICKLES AHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, a set of embarrassing snorts escaping his mouth.

Fundy happily yipped, never hearing Phil laugh that much, slowing down a bit when Phil began wheezing.

“You mind?” Fundy placed his snout near Phil’s neck, Phil shook his head, he didn’t care. 

Fundy nuzzled Phil’s neck, his nose tingling against the avian’s neck and skin. 

“F-Fundy!” Phil snickered, trying to stifle his laughter. 

Fundy smiled, nibbling as lightly as possible across Phil’s neck.

“Ehehehehe!!!” Phil squeaked, pushing his head to the other side. “Nahat neheheck thihihickles!!!” 

“Oh, can’t handle nibbling? Too bad!” Fundy continued, nibbling faster up and down on the skin, switching over to the other side of his neck to blow a raspberry into the skin, sending the avian into a series of snorts and squeals. 

Fundy stopped, allowing Phil to sit up and walk over to hang up his kimono, revealing the green t-shirt and shorts he wore, his wings flapping a bit in response. 

Fundy smirked, noticing a red quill on the table. 

Phil was going to turn back and sit back down when a squeeze at his hips made him squeak. Fundy smiled, squeezing his hips again, the avian nearly falling over, Fundy catching him in his arms. 

“Fuhuhndy! Ehehehehahaha!!!” Phil fell apart like a sack of bricks, Fundy yipping in delight at Phil’s laughter. 

The two laid on the floor, Phil laying down as Fundy held him in his arms, continuing to squeeze and tickle Phil’s hips. 

“Plehehease Nohoho! Stahahap! Ahahaha!” Phil giggled softly. 

“Awww!” Fundy cooed. 

Fundy stopped, looking at Phil, whom was a giggly mess on the floor. 

“Mind if I play a game with you Phil?” Fundy asked, watching his grandpa carefully, attempting not to force him. 

Phil blinked, sitting up and nodding as Fundy sat in front of him, grabbing the quill. 

“Now, I wanna try and use this feather over a few spots, I’ll go lightly okay?” Fundy smiled softly, not wanting to force or hurt Phil, the avian nodded. 

“Okay, here we go, ready?” Fundy held the quill in his fingers, Phil nodding with a sharp inhale. 

Fundy stood up, walking and sitting behind Phil’s back, moving the quill towards Phil’s ears, stroking it behind, back and forth, back and forth.

“Phil, you can laugh, it’s okay, your adorable when you laugh anyway.” Fundy smiled when Phil bit his lip, noticing Phil squirming when Fundy told him that. 

Fundy sighed, moving the feathered quill faster, the ears twitching and flapping in response. 

“Hehehehehahaha!!! Fuhundy! Nuhuhu! Hahahaha!!!” Phil began giggling, a flustered grin on his face. 

“Aww! Someone got ticklish ears? How cute!” Fundy teased, moving the feather across Phil’s neck. 

“Nahahahahat! Cuhuhute!” Phil squeaked. 

“Yes you are, your adorable!” Fundy smiled, continuing to move the feather across the skin. 

“Ehehehehahaha!! Ehehehe! Itit Thihihickles!” Phil squeaked. 

“Oh I’m aware.” 

Fundy stopped after a few, leaving a giggly avian on the floor, going back to sit in front of the avian. 

“Lift your arms up?” Fundy asked. “Please?” 

Phil did as followed, holding his arms on his head. Fundy lifting his shirt up a bit. 

“Here we go…” Fundy smiled, moving the feather across Phil’s armpits. Phil squeaked and began giggling, a flustered blush on his face. 

“Ticklish?” Fundy asked teasingly. 

“Yeheheah!!!” Phil squirmed around. 

“Awww! It’s okay!” Fundy smiled softly, tracing the feather towards Phil’s sides. “Besides your giggles are adorable to hear!” 

“Nohoho thehehey arehehe nahahahahat! Ahahahahaha!!!” Phil squealed. 

“Yes they are! Here is the proof!” Fundy smirked stroking the feather across Phil’s ribs, lightly tracing his right lower with his nails and using the feather on the other side on his left upper ribs. 

“PFFT- AH AHAHAHAHAHA!!! FUHUHNDY! HAHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, wings flapping in joy as he laughed. 

“Hmm?” Fundy smiled, slowing down a bit. 

“Itit reheheally thihihickles!” Phil chuckled, letting out an embarrassed snort. 

Fundy stopped after a few minutes, Phil resting his arms back down, curling up into a ball and resting on Fundy’s chest, his back on his left side. 

“Aww, Giggleza!” Fundy thought to himself, trailing the feather across Phil’s exposed belly. 

“Hehehe!” Phil giggled, nuzzling his head into Fundy’s shoulder. Fundy moved the feather faster, trailing it around Phil’s belly button. 

“FUHUHNDY NAHAHAT THEREHEHE!!! EHEHEHE!!!” Phil squealed, frantically twisting right and left to avoid the tingly feeling. 

Fundy yipped happily, trailing the feather back and forth faster, relishing in the squeals that escaped his mouth.  

“FUHUHNDY!!!” Phil screamed out, letting out a snort, rolling over onto his back. 

“Well what do we have here?” Fundy smiled, wiggling his claws into the ticklish skin of Phil’s stomach. 

“GAHAHAHA! FUHUHNDY! HAHA!” Phil squealed. 

“Hmm?” Fundy hummed. 

“PLEHEHEASE HEHEHE! Stahahap!” Phil curled up, wheezing and coughing. 

Fundy slowed to a stop, lightly tracing Phil’s neck and ears, which made Phil giggle from the light tickling. 

“Okay, your all good Phil.” Fundy smiled, tracing the avians tickle spots, smiling at the giggles escaping his mouth. 

Phil fell asleep, Fundy continuing to tickle the giggly man below him.

[lunar-wandering]

Eventide

bet yall thought i forgot about the Sunset Wukong AU didnt you

jokes on you, i didn’t.

welcome to Macaque’s intro, aka me kinda just rewriting episode 9-

Word Count: 1.5k

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"You know, when I found out that I was going to be trained by Monkey King, the 'Great Sage, Equal to Heaven', I had no idea.... that I'd be stuck here, hammering walls 12 hours a day!" MK yelled, throwing the hammer off to the side, ignoring the loud crash it made as it hit the ground, turning to glare at Wukong. "Why am I doing this again?"

"First of all, it's only been 2 hours, not 12." Wukong said, casually leaning against a nearby pillar. "Secondly, it's so that I can make a neat little breakfast nook."

"But I'm meant to be the Monkie Kid, not Construction Boy, and besides, this barely counts as practice!" MK said, crossing his arms with an annoyed huff. "How am I meant to defeat demons if I don't know any of the fighting...stuff."

"Oh, so you want to learn the 'fighting stuff', huh?" Wukong said, pushing off the pillar and picking up the staff from where MK had left it laying on the ground. "You mean like....this?"

MK barely managed to duck down and dodge as the staff proceeded to go sailing over his head, hitting the wall hard enough to break it and leave a sizeable hole in it.

"Yes! Exactly like that-" MK paused mid-excited ramble as he registered the wince on Wukong's face, as well as how the Monkey King had placed one hand behind his back. MK sighed, the excited energy leaving almost as fast as it had came. "Monkey King, I've told you multiple times that we could move training to nighttime, after sunset."

"It's fine, it's fine, you need your rest." Wukong said, waving away MK's concern, at the same time revealing exactly what MK's had suspected, that the tips of Wukong's fingers had turned to stone. "Besides, you're not ready for that kind of stuff yet anyways."

"But I am ready! What's smacking a wall going to teach me anyways?"

"Look, I'm never going to teach you something you don't need to know, okay?" Wukong said, sighing. "Anyways, this wall isn't going to destroy itself. Remember, step into the strike-"

MK's phone rang.

-

MK climbed over the edge of the building, a whole rant already building in his mind.

"Monkey King, I swear, I know it's sunset, but we have told you so many times not to use your powers during the day-" MK cut himself off once he got a good look at the monkey standing before him. "...Oh. This is awkward. You're not... Monkey King."

"Heh, I get that a lot." The monkey said, giving a nervous laugh. "The names Macaque, Six Eared Macaque, although that's more of a nickname really.... nevermind that, you're the Monkie Kid, MK, right?"

"...How'd you know?" MK asked, suspicious. Macaque gave an airy chuckle.

"Not exactly everyone can wield that staff, kid." He said, turning and starting to walk away. "Anyways, I should go-"

"Can you teach me that cool move you did?!" MK blurted out, almost as shocked as Macaque himself was at the sudden question. He wasn't sure what had prompted him to ask, but as it was he wasn't getting any stronger right now, and this powerful monkey didn't have a curse that turned him to stone in the daylight, so... "Please?"

Macaque eyed the horizon for a moment before responding.

"Isn't Wukong teaching you?" He said, and when MK looked nervous, followed it up with, "But I suppose you can never have too many teachers, right? I'm sure Monkey King wouldn't mind...."

And so, Macaque wormed his way into MK's weekly schedule.

Oddly enough, Macaque, like Wukong, insisted on never training MK during the night, but MK was fine with that, as Macaque was actually teaching him, unlike Wukong, who continued to simply make MK slam a hammer against a wall, day after day. Going back and forth between both training sessions, and his job of delivering noodles was no easy task, but MK figured he was managing it pretty well.

...Okay, so maybe he felt a bit more tired, a bit more irritable than usual, but he could overcome that! He could get better at balancing his schedule.

He could do this.

...His rising anger over how Wukong continued to have him do nothing but smack a wall, repeatedly, over and over, every single day, wasn't doing him any favors though.

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He is the weapon.

That sentence repeats like a mantra over and over in his head as he stares down the glowing eye of the smoke monster. Maybe he says it out loud- he can't be sure. All he's focused on is the sparks of energy flying around him, the resistance he feels keeping him from landing a hit as he pushes harder, summons as much energy as he can-

The air shifts, and MK barely has time to blink as the smoke monster smirks (and he hadn't even known that it could do that), shifting, twirling in on itself-

He thinks of looking back at Macaque for help.

But then the smoke clears away, and despite his confusion, he instantly knows the help would never come.

He finds himself face to face with Macaque, remnants of smoke and shadows slipping off of the other's form as he looks up and meets MK's gaze, revealing a scar over one eye, and really, MK should've seen this coming.

But it's not really Macaque's betrayal that surprises him.

No, that honor goes to the stone slowly creeping it's way up the side of Macaque's face.

And then Macaque's fist hits MK's chest, and MK gets the wind knocked out of him. He drops, hitting the ground, hard. Groaning, he starts trying to pull himself up.

He feels....weaker, somehow.

Like something isn't quite right.

"Y'know, you really are a good kid." MK barely registers Macaque's hand ruffling his hair, but he leans back as the other enters the shadows on the ground. "Super nice."

MK watches as the shadow clone (because that's what it must've been right? Heavens he was stupid, falling for a plot as simple as this) merges with it's creator- noting that the stone isn't just on Macaque's face, both the monkey's right leg, his left arm, and slowly spreading onto his chest.

It took a few moments more than it should've for MK to notice the gleaming ball of magic in Macaque's hand, but by the time he'd noticed it, Macaque was already closing his fist around it.

MK watched in fascination and mild horror as sparks of magic appeared all over Macaque's body, and the stone-

The stone faded away.

MK didn't get much of a chance to think about that, as the next second, the magical recoil sent MK flying, his back colliding with the face of the mountain behind him, the staff following after and landing sideways, like a bar pinning him to the rock. Tried as he might to move it, he couldn't.

He was trapped.

-

Monkey King, of course, came to save him, as always. MK could only thank his lucky stars that the whole situation had taken place in the night, instead of the day. He had no idea what they would do if Wukong turned fully to stone during an attack. (And based on some of the things Pigsy had told him, this had actually come close to happening, far more often than MK would like. They all knew that Wukong would still revert back to normal at sunset, even if he'd been turned all the way to stone. But they also knew that it hurt. And MK never, wanted anybody to be in that level of pain just because he couldn't handle things on his own.)

Still though, they'd really been cutting it close, with there having only been mere moments before sunrise. MK could still vividly see the expression on his mentors face as he looked back, eyeing the horizon, before locking eyes with MK.

Wukong hadn't strictly asked for help, instead saying that it was time for the "hero stuff", as MK had previously put it. But MK recognized worry when he saw it.

Part of him relifting the staff was fueled entirely by his determination to be the one to help his mentor for once. But he wasn't about to tell the Monkey King that. (He was fairly certain that Wukong might get offended over it, if his reluctance to let others help with his whole 'turning to stone' problem said anything).

MK sighed, feeling tired as he watched the sunrise. It belatedly occurred to him that he had stayed up all night.

It wouldn't be the first all-nighter he'd ever pulled, but after what he'd just been through? He just wanted to collapse into a mountain of pillows right this instant.

"...I should probably head home." MK lightly pulled himself out from under Wukong's arm, standing up. "I feel bone tired."

"I'm sure you do." Wukong also stood up, brushing dirt and debris off of his clothes, before looking down the cliff they'd been sitting on. "Just uh, could I ask you for a favor first?"

"Uh, I guess?" MK yawned, leaning against the staff for support as he slouched.

Wukong eyed the horizon. The sun had already risen.

"...You and Pigsy would probably yell at me if I summoned my cloud and turned my toes to stone so.....mind giving me a ride back?"

[beomeli]

Rainy days - C.BG || p.2

Warning: swearing

Genre: angst, fake dating, unrequited love

Non-idol!Beomgyu x fem!Reader (Non-idol!Taehyun)

Click here for part 1~

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The days grew older, as the rain kept pouring continuously from the dark skies, you almost questioned if the rain was reflecting your own sadness, water droplets falling and hitting the ground hard, covering the entire town in a dark hue and constant wetness.

Taehyun kept his words, he really did treat you well. you enjoyed his touch. Lovingly leaning onto him, feeling his arms firmly wrap around you. His warmth was so genuine, soothing. Taehyun must’ve been as lonely as you, the way he held you closely and seemed to crave more and more cuddling from you suggested it. But he enjoyed your company as well. It was a romantic type of company, but no feelings were involved. Just enough to fill out the loneliness you both had bestowed.

In the end, you became addicted to his mere touch, sweet scent, soft voice. And even though he could seem cold at times, he always knew what to say or do to make you feel at ease, whether it was him softly patting your head, or telling you sweet words to make you forget about the world around you. He had you wrapped around his finger. But you were grateful, happy that Taehyun helped you. Helping you forget about Beomgyu, even just for a second.

When school came around again, people were quick to notice the changed behavior in the two of you. You no longer following behind Beomgyu, but instead settling around Taehyun, feeling his hand softly intertwined with yours. You tried your best ignoring Beomgyu, he didn’t seem to notice, he was to occupied with Ryujin. It hurt, a lot. He didn’t keep his words, neither questioning nor giving effort into walking you home anymore. He was so clear that he still wanted to do the deed, but ended up forgetting about it entirely in the end. You felt defeated, he had replaced you entirely. What was so great about Ryujin anyways?... No, don’t think like that.. it’s not her fault, not even Beomgyu. The one at fault is you, only you. Thankfully, you had Taehyun to lean against. You didn’t need to crumble alone.

People had it going when they saw you and Taehyun act more than friendly. Hueningkai seeing you and Taehyun hug, him telling you “you’re very pretty today” thinking no one was around. Or Yeonjun seeing you two alone behind the cafeteria, Taehyun kissing your cheek softly before stroking your hair. people started talking. Everyone was shocked to say the least, never did they think you two would become a couple, especially in such short notice. Some even questioned you and Taehyun, asking how ‘you two’ happened. But you never told the truth, giving them a “Well Taehyun just asked me out, we went to the movies and then we became a couple.” It was tacky and cliché, but it was enough to the get people satisfied with the answer. Though confusion was still noticeable.

It was weird, but Taehyun made you feel loved and wanted for the first time in a long time. At times when Taehyun and you would sit around in his room, taking a nap or cuddling together while watching a movie. You couldn’t help but feeling your mind run with questions. How would Beomgyu react to this? What would he say? Does he already know? Since Hueningkai and Yeonjun both had good contact with Beomgyu, along with the entire school chattering about the newly occurred relationship, there was a high chance he knew. Will he be angry? You couldn’t say, if so.. why? He didn’t like you. if you were in a relationship, he would support you, right? You tried your best to find comfort even in all your overthinking, wiping the thought of Beomgyu disapproving the relationship. Still, something in your mind told you that he would react strongly. You couldn’t shake the feeling off. No, Beomgyu is kind and sweet. He would never disapprove on you being happy with someone. Right?

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Saturday once again came by, and unsurprisingly, rain kept pouring outside, the continuous streak of bad weather was no longer bothersome, but more a sense of comfort. You liked how the streets were filled with water flowing in streams, dark clouds overshadowing the days giving off a dark hue. It made you feel calm.

You were home as usual, finishing up the last dishes you’d prompted up. Finally putting the last glass on the drying rack, you stretched your back in satisfaction. Happy that the annoying mess was finally finished and tucked away. Being home alone wasn’t anything new to you, your parents did god-knows what, but you didn’t care. Time alone was needed, even though loneliness was a curse you wanted to break. Still, you’d always appreciate a calm and nice evening.

You took a quick glance towards the clock.

6:48PM, your favorite show is about to begin, a funny cartoon you’d been keeping up with lately. Though you hated to admit it, but you’d started watching too much TV these days. occupying your mind was needed, and TV was your gateway to a distraction, aside from Taehyun, of course.

Sighing, you made your was towards the living room. Before you could settle down on the sofa, you heard the doorbell ring loudly, catching you off guard. You calmed yourself down before questioning who could be at the door. Taehyun wasn’t suppose to come over until tomorrow, and he never used the doorbell either. This was weird, but you weren’t scared. You set down the TV remote in annoyance, before calmly making your way towards the door, opening with confidence.

Big familiar brown eyes was met with yours, his dark chocolate hair and black clothes completely drenched by the pouring rain outside. Even his coat couldn’t save him from the wetness. Luckily, your roof was covering him from the rain as he stood at the door.

“Hi Beomgyu?” You were suprised to say the least. He hadn’t talked to you for almost a week, both of you being to occupied with your own relationships. He had visited you multiple times before without a notice, but these circumstances were different. And you knew he also thought so. With that, you couldn’t figure out if you were happy or sad to see him.

“Hey! It’s been a while since we hung out so I figured I’d visit you.” Like he usually did, he cut directly to the point. Giving you a soft smile that you’ve always adored. Even though he was standing in the rain, completely drenched, his hair a total mess and his cheeks giving of a tint of red blushing, he was beautiful. He’s always been beautiful. You couldn’t help but stare, blushing a bit.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, continuing on the ongoing conversation,

“Oh, okay haha.. I guess it has been a while since last we hung out.” You softly chuckled towards yourself, shyly scratching the back of your neck. You looked him up and down, seeing him stand there a bit nervous as what to say next.

Suddenly, you remembered something.

“Wait.. weren’t you suppose to be on that date with Ryujin..?” You had to admit it, you didn’t really want to bring up Ryujin during a moment like this. He wanted to see you, that was clear. And still you brought up the girl that made you feel instant jealousy.

You patiently waited for his answer,

“Kind of, well I cancelled.. actually.” Cancelled? Why? Just a week ago he was so excited about this. How could it change so quickly? You furrowed your brow at that, not comprehending his sentence at fullest.

“What? Why? You were so excited for this date..” you had suspicion in your voice, crossing your arms and tilting your head a bit as you looked at him.

He looked a bit nervous as he muttered out his reasoning, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

“The..,” he seemed to trail of, trying to find his words as he continued his sentence, before setting on an answer,

“the weather! it was too much rain so.. I cancelled.” You knew he was lying, he was a horrible liar. But he didn’t need to know that you knew. You couldn’t help but ask yourself. ‘Did he cancel the date.. just to meet me?’ No, there surely must be a different reasoning for this. Although the possibility didn’t leave your mind.

You pretended to fall for his lie, cutting him some slack.

“Oh, yeah I guess rain isn’t that date friendly..” you shrugged, softening your expression.

“Yeah.. well I didn’t really know what to do so, I figured I’d come see you.” He chuckled at that, clasping his hands together and nervously fiddling with his fingers. You found it adorable.

“Oh heh, that’s sweet..” you said in a soft tone, you once again questioned if he really cancelled the date, just for you. You couldn’t help but feel a small smile creep up on your lips, although you quickly dismissed it.

It was quiet for a bit, Beomgyu not really know what to say next. You took initiative,

“Hey, come in so that I can dry off your wet hair. Or else you’ll get sick.” You moved to the side for him, letting him step in. He nodded towards you,

“Oh, yeah sure..” he muttered as he made his way inside. You closed the door behind him before looking at him taking off his gear. As he was done, hanging everything on the clothing hook. You nodded and started making your way towards the bathroom.

“Just take a seat, I’ll go get a towel for you.” You said as you walked up the stairs. Beomgyu nodded quietly, listening to your request.

As you took out the dry towels from the laundry cabinet, the feeling of weirdness overcame you. As mentioned, Beomgyu had visited you numerous times before, especially without notice. But this felt weird, he usually wasn’t acting this nervous. And he surely never lied unless he felt necessary. What is up with him?

You sighed towards yourself, once again you couldn’t read what Beomgyu was thinking nor what his motive is. But you were used to it at this point. Beomgyu is a mystery to you.

Making your way down the stairs, you saw Beomgyu sitting quietly on the sofa. When he heard your small steps on the floor, he turned back to look at you, giving you a small smile.

You settled next to him, facing him directly before bringing up the towel to his hair.

“Here, let me help you.” Before he could say anything else, you softly rubbed his head with the dry towel.

“Oh, there’s no need for that! I can-“

“Don’t worry about it, you’re just going to do a messy job anyways..” you turned him down, you figured this was the least you could do, for making him come all the way here in the rain.

You tried being gentle as you quietly dried off his hair. His locks were still soft even though the water had completely drenched him. Even his scent crept through as you were so close to him. You tried composing yourself, not showing any admiration towards him. You didn’t want him to notice.

“There we go, all prepped up and done.” You said in a proud tone, cupping his cheeks softly in your hands with the towel. Beomgyu looked down at you with a smile. He seemed happy with the help.

Your eyes met his, before now, you hadn’t noticed how close his face was. You could feel his breath on yours, minty and sweet. Also with his eyes staring at you, occasionally watching your lips.

“You’re smiling.” He caught you off guard. You hadn’t even noticed that you’ve been smiling to yourself. An act that neither Beomgyu nor you were familiar with.

Still, you couldn’t help but get defensive,

“Y- yeah.. so what?” You had a defensive tone, letting go of his hair and tossing the wet towel on the coffee table, you didn’t bother folding it properly. You scooted a bit away from him.

He seemed to chuckle for himself,

“You don’t usually smile over nothing. Is something you’re thinking about funny?” He gave you a small smirk, he was obviously teasing you. You rolled your eyes at that, internally that is. Why did it even matter? You let out a small scoff at his remark.

“No.., what? I’m just smiling like a normal person, stop being weird.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed, your cheeks giving off a tiny red blush.

He let out a small chuckle before looking over at the TV, sighing quietly. It was quiet for a bit, only the sounds of the clock ticking could be heard, along with the loud TV. He shifted his position a bit, holding his hands between his lap. You watched him intently. The clock kept ticking, and as seconds passed, you noticed how his smile faded.

“Maybe...

it is Taehyun you’re thinking about..” he almost spat out Taehyun’s name, as he now looked back at you, His expression almost turned sour.

Your eyes widened at his sentence, did he know? Quickly you felt your heartbeat quicken, as anxiety build up through your chest and spreading throughout your entire body. You felt like sinking, as Beomgyu’s gaze deeply drilled onto you.

“Taehyun..?” You muttered quietly, your voice was evidently surprised.

“How did you know about me and-“

“Hueningkai told me, then Soobin texted me.. along with Yeonjun” he started, his tone darkening with each name he mentioned.

“And then Ryujin..” he lastly added. the way he said her name.. he didn’t have that sweet tone he once used. It was out of spite and anger. What had happened?

“Oh..” was all you could say. you didn’t know what to say to him, what else could you really say. You felt embarrassed, figuring he was mad that you didn’t tell him first. But how could you? He was the reasoning for this..

You averted your eyes from his gaze. Looking everyone but at him, finally landing on the palm of your hands. Tension build up the entire room, it felt suffocating. The TV was still on, loudly playing your favorite program, but you couldn’t hear it. You could only hear your own heartbeat, feeling like your heart would burst through your ribcage at any second. You didn’t want this, you hated the growing tension in the room. If you knew that Beomgyu would react like this, you’d surely suggest holding the relationship between you and Taehyun a secret. Only engaging with him behind closed doors.

You didn’t know what to say, nor did you know what Beomgyu was thinking. But there was one thing you knew for sure, he did not seem to like the idea of you and Taehyun together.

“...”

It was once again, silence fell between the two of you. Slowly, Beomgyu looked away from you, looking down at what you presumed to be the floor. Maybe he was finding his thoughts, you couldn’t say. But he was thinking for sure. You took small glances up at him, fiddling with your fingers nervously as you did so.

Suddenly, he spoke up, looking at you once again. This time, you didn’t avert your gaze.

“So, Are you two really in a relationship?” He had a tint of disappointment in his voice.

You nodded towards him,

“More or less..” your voice shook a bit.

“How long?”

“Jesus Beomgyu why-“

“How long?!” He quickly cut you off, demanding an answer. You were shocked, never had you seen Beomgyu this.. upset. It didn’t scare you, but you were surprised.

“.. since last Friday..” you quietly muttered in defeat.

“Bastard..” he spit out quietly as he looked away for a bit. you knew he directed that insult towards Taehyun.

“Why?” He continued, you could hear the desperation in his voice as he looked back at you. Softly taking a hold of your hand.

“Why him?” He sounded sad, confused and desperate. Guilt was building up, you hated seeing Beomgyu like this.

“I was lonely.. He said he’d treat me right, and love me.” You nervously bit your lips. Heart aching, this was not the first time you’ve felt this bad. You felt pathetic saying those words, but they were nothing but mere truth. You were truly sad, lonely, craving after a guy that never loved you. You had to occupy your mind, fill the empty void. You knew this was wrong, how could it not be? But the feeling of being held by someone was addictive. Your mind tried giving out an excuse. Surely, you weren’t the only one resorting to these things. Many people did the same thing, using a lover to fill their needs, whether it’ll be money, lust or just filling the silence in their lonely homes. Even so, you knew these facts couldn’t be used as an excuse for breaking your morals.

Your chest clench at the sight of him, not by a feeling of love, but instead nervousness, anxiety. He looked back at you with deep brown eyes, almost glancing a face of.. disappointment. He looked defeated, even angry. But he didn’t avert the negativity against you. No, he seemed to be disappointed at himself.

“I didn’t know.. I never noticed..” his voice sounded sad, as if he was in defeat. His eyes looking down in a sense of shame. And in a few seconds, you noticed small prickles forming at the corner of his eye. Beomgyu barely cried in front of you. You felt yourself stiffen at his reaction. A wave of guilt building up.

Trying to comfort him, your hands slowly cupped his cheek. Stroking it ever so softly with your thumb. He didn’t look up, just placed his hand on top of yours. Leaning into your soft touch.

You spoke up,

“I didn’t want to worry you.. we’ve only been friends for so long and..” you stopped yourself, not sure what to say next. You as well looked down, trying to find the right words. But nothing came.

“Y/N..” without warning, he pushed you down the sofa, towering over you. You were caught off guard as you laid there on your back. Heart skipping a beat at his action. He was looking at you, His eyes drilling holes into you. You couldn’t move, you didn’t know what to do. Never did you think Beomgyu would do this. On his hands and knees, hovering over you, as you laid there defenseless. Beomgyu kept his stare, his face looked troubled. he was contemplating something, but you couldn’t put a finger on what.

The tension filled the air once more, and you felt like you were in that position for hours. You tried speaking up but the words didn’t come out. Taking a small breath, you tried once more.

“B-Beomgyu what are you doing..?” Your voice was shaking, your lips trembled. Your eyes wide and big. You couldn’t hide your nervousness. Beomgyu looked away after what felt like forever, looking down once more. Closing his eyes. He once again, looked defeated.

“... I’m so stupid..” he whispered towards himself. he seemed to break, slowly leaning forward and embracing you in a tight hug. Wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his face in the crook of your neck. You froze a bit as he said those words. Why would he say that? Stupid for what? For a second, he held his breath against your shoulder, before letting out a quiet sigh. He leaned closer, craving more of your warmth. Taking in your sweet scent and bliss touch.

As you felt his arms wrap tighter around you, you lifted a hand towards his damp hair, stroking it softly, letting him further lean into you. You closed your eyes, sinking into his touch further. He was cold, his skin freezing to the touch. But you didn’t mind.

For the first time in a long time, sunlight could be seen through the cracks of your curtain, shining softly through your window, lightening up the room ever so slightly.

“So fucking stupid..” he whispered once again. You never quite understood what he meant, but you figured there was no need to ask. Instead you laid there, together. Holding each other as the time ticked on. More light seeping through the curtains and shining towards the two of you. You softly stroked his hair, feeling his chest rise and fall slowly.

In the end, you never really got to understand what he meant.

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A/N:

Hi again! Em here..!

Hope you enjoyed this part, i don’t think there’ll be any more parts unless I come up with something. I wanted to end the note on a sad ending, ops.

I might come around to write a more happy ending but I’m not sure. Maybe if enough people want a third part then I may come around to write it.

Anyways, thank you for reading and stay tuned for other fics in the future! If you have any requests or suggestions, you can always send an ask! Don’t be shy ;)

I’ll be sharing a prompt list as soon as possible!

Tysm for reading, bye!

This work belongs to @Beomeli on tumblr. Please do not trace or copy my work ©

[cutegirlmayra]

Sokai (Destiny Islands) Before KH1 Prompt

( Image found here: (x) )

Prompt:

Sometime ago... in my earliest memory... I remember the sound of waves...

Two boys came to the Mayor’s house,... it was the first time I met Riku, and Sora.

“There’s this island we all hang out on,” Sora excitedly stated, as we were walking to the water’s edge.

I wasn’t afraid... but...

My steps grew shorter... my breathing less deep as the waves sounded off one by one.

Riku must have noticed my hestiancy, and simply replied with, “Don’t worry, we’ve lived here a long time. Sora, you take your boat first, I’ll make sure Kairi gets there alright.”

“H-huh?” Sora seemed a bit confused, but then nodded with a big smile on his face. “Why don’t we craft her own, first?”

It was really sweet... the boys spent two full days helping me make my own small dinghy I can use whenever I wanted to go visit the island.

The island... they called Destiny.

“Why is it called-” before I could ask, a huge wave crashed over and got us all soaking wet.

Apparently, Sora and Riku looked immediately to me to see if I was still scared of the water or not.

But... I wasn’t scared.

The water wasn’t what kept me so unsure about it...

Something else drew me to be weary... as though... whatever sent me here had been somewhat unexpectant.

I... can’t remember. It’s like my memory is one big, foggy cloud... perfectly white with some grey spots... and if I try hard enough... those spots turn into darkness... so I try and stay away from thinking about it too much.

I began giggling, then full on laughing as Riku and Sora’s faces sprang into grins. They laughed twice as hard, and I think that’s when they offered to teach me to row towards the Island, Destiny.

It was beautiful!

I couldn’t stop smiling, I wanted to see everything and know everything there was to know with that little, but wonderful island! Coconuts, mushrooms, my very first Seagull Egg... at least, I think it was my first.

It tasted so new, I never knew they could cook.

“It’s good, right?” Sora kicked his feet out on the log, always having a smile that spread from ear to ear.

I nodded, “It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted!”

“Do you even remember what you’ve tasted?”

Riku’s line made me narrow my eyes with a pout, as Sora mimicked the expression.

I always knew he was on my side that way...

“Haha, you two could be twins!” Riku teased, something he was good at.

“Are not..!” Sora went to play-fight with him but Riku easily grabbed his hand and flipped him over his own log he was sitting on.

“He’s always egging you on, Sora.” I laughed, squinting my eyes as I had come to notice the dynamic of these two, mysterious and kind boys.

Much like this island... they were wonderful.

“Friends...” I looked out towards the sea. “...I wonder... if I had any, back where I was from.”

The boys both stopped before Riku gave me his verison of encouragement.

“Why not? We’ll set sail and find all sorts of worlds.” he seemed to have his heart in the right place.

“Riku’s right, I’m sure we’ll find your home world, Kairi. And when we do, we’ll ask all your friends if they’ve tried a Seagull Egg before!” he beamed his iconic, sunrise smile.

Sora... he seemed more interested in helping me find my past than even I was at the time.

Riku wanted to explore other worlds... and Sora... just wanted me to have closure, it seemed.

Sora...

“Oh, that’s right!” Sora rocked on his bum before getting back up from being flipped over by Riku. “We also spar here with other kids. Kairi... ah... oh, you... probably don’t remember if you’ve fought before, do you?” He put his hands behind his head and tilted a leg up behind the other.

“Heh, her? Fight?” Riku smirked and looked to Sora, then to me. “I’d like to see that. Who knows? Maybe you’ve got potential under that dainty form of yours.”

I narrowed my eyes in determination again. So... it wasn’t just Sora who he could get riled up, eh? Interesting...

“Who are you calling dainty? You’re on!” I got up, holding my fists out, ready to give anything a try! “I’ll show you ‘dainty’.”

Riku seemed pleased by my response, and got up. “That’s good, I thought you might be hestiant at first.” He waved a hand out as he spoke, “You know... considering you definitely don’t ‘look’ like you’ve held a sword before.” he put his hands on his hips, egging me on as well.

Maybe... that was Riku’s strength? He always found a way to inspire others to go and try something new... he really wasn’t afraid of the unknown, was he?

“Hold on, Riku.” Sora quickly put a hand to Riku’s shoulder, pulling him somewhat back. “We should get Kairi a weapon, first.” He looked around, then ran over and pulled out a stick. “This should do, for a test run at first. Just to see what fighting style you got.” He handed me the stick, but something... didn’t feel right about it.

“That’s too flimsy.” Riku shook his head, walking over and taking the stick as he shook it around in my hand a second. “It’ll break under one hit.” he let it go and I found myself still wobbling. Riku... felt very strong!

The stick didn’t seem so ‘safe’ now...

“Huh? Really? Let me see...” Sora walked over and then took my stick, while my hand was also still on it, and shook it around as I continued to be jerked around a bit.

“Enough!” I held the stick firmly and he let go, “I may not know what’s out there... nor what my strengths really are... What I’ve eaten... what kind friends I’ve made... But I do know one thing.” I turned to Riku, swiping the stick up by his nose as he leaned back, a bit shocked--somewhat--at the unexpectant maneuver.

“But I know my name,” I stated confidently, and swiped the stick over to Sora’s head, “And I know that... I’m about to fight you two!” I jumped back and readied myself the best I could, “Both of you!”

That got Riku and Sora excited.

“Our wooden swords would snap that twig in half.” Riku tried to caution, but then easily chose to just ‘demonstrate’ instead. “But if you insist.” He smiled, riled up by my little stunt from before.

“...Even if you don’t know where you came from... you still know who you truly are.” Sora put a hand to his chest, lowering his head and closing his eyes.

He... was thinking that deeply about it?

I continued to look strong... after all, something told me this was important... my light... my spirit to fight, and not just sit down and wallow in any self-pity.

A few of the grownups said it was odd how calm I was about all this...

I never cried, and I never really showed any fear.

Just uncertainty... but I’ve never been clearer about these two boys. Not ever!

“Sora!” I called out, as his head shot up in innocent, wide-eyed wonder as I gave him a look like--Believe I can do this.

Maybe Riku already knew that... that I needed something to distract myself from the cloudy vision of my elusive memory... like the sound of waves... I couldn’t quite reach what I longed for... but...

The darkness faded with rays of streaming light, and from those clouds... I could see Sora and Riku... and that’s all I ever needed.

My destiny... was with these two.

“Em, right!” Sora got into a fighting stance, “I understand!”

“Ready when you are!” Riku also held his sword up over his head in a very stylized manner, making me a little worried about how skilled these boys really were.

I felt my grip on my ‘flimsy’ stick... and tightened it. ‘I’m ready...’ I remember telling myself. ‘More than anything... I want these two to like me...’ But, also,... I knew they already cared. It had only been a few days, and they showed me their secret spot, the cave...

I picked up a stone and started drawing all the fun adventures we could go on, since Riku was already pretty jazzed about discovering that other worlds could be out there, and since I couldn’t remember anything... we all made up monsters to fight and mysteries to solve...

When we set sail... to find those other worlds...

Together.

Sora and Riku charged, snapping me out of my comtemplative state as I felt my foot move back, just a bit out of true doubt in myself...

                                         ‘...But don’t be afraid...’

‘Huh?’ My eyes shook, was that... a voice?

Was it real..? Or... am I ... dreaming?

The image of Sora and Riku coming at me slowed and blurred...

My fog... my head...

Their forms turned to silouettes, dark and then blobbing over and moving in strange ways... and a gate behind me...

Then a figure... reaching a large, dark viney hand down towards me...

I gripped my head, shaken up by something I didn’t understand.

When I opened my eyes, I looked down to a stainglass window that was also foggy with light... the glass tinked under my feet as I stopped stepping back.

“Where... Where am I..?” I looked up to the large, imposing figure of a vined, dark being with long entanglements of hair and an opened, gapping heart shape in his thinned torso.

                            ‘...Your path has been greatly altered...’

That voice...

I looked around, but the sky above me was dark now, too...

The figures that were once Riku and Sora were now small and circular, like dancing imps. They lowered through the ground, flattening themselves and beginning to move towards me.

I didn’t mean to, but I let out a small cry or grunt of fear and discomfort.

What was going on?

       ‘...But you hold a light like none other... Weild it... and your path will be made clear...’

I held the stick... and went to swing in my discomfort at their approach... jumping up to spring at me from the ground.

“Auuhhh!!!” I swung... but I heard a breaking sound.

Reality flashed back to me as I opened my eyes to see a ball had been flung directly into my swinging downward stick.

Riku and Sora jumped back, pausing in their spar to see three other kids.

“You were gonna fight, head-on, without us?” A boy with blonde hair jumped down from above and ran onto the beach, pulling out his own stick or rod, as it were.

“Unfair, two against one?” A girl with brown hair... wait, I recongized her!

She was very kind to me before, too...

She ran up to my side, smiling to me.

“Were these boys picking on you?” she tilted her head down to get a better look at me, curious of the situation.

“O-oh.” I shook my head, showing her it was alright.

“Come on, dudes, let’s make it fair!” The other boy had a weird way of talking, but he also had long hair that went up and out.

He went to retrieve his ball as I bent down to grab the other half of the stick...

“Ohh...” I wondered if I could even fight now...

That’s when Sora came up to me, bundling the two parts of the sticks into one hand. “See? This will make it stronger now. It can’t break so easily!”

Sora... I looked up into his eyes and smiled, nodding.

He gave me... confidence... No matter what I’m doing, where I am... that confidence... will always be Sora’s strength.

That smile that could reach even the foggest of minds... the cloudest of days... it’s like the sun truly shinging out in the sky...

Our sky...

Our Sora.

One sky... we all share in one singular smile.

The three kids began to form a type of ‘surrounding circle’, and I noticed their attention was on Riku, for the most part.

“You may have taken us three down before, but this time, we’re evening out the playing field!” The boy with the blonde hair pointed to Sora and Kairi, “I bet you can’t take us all down!”

“Wha? Against Riku?” Sora looked to Riku, thinking they were all being a bit unfair in that regard. “I thought we were all on our own teams?”

“We are.” Riku, brimming with confidence, threw his sword to Sora. “To make it fair, I’ll use Kairi’s broken stick, just to prove a point... once and for all!” That didn’t sit right with me...

“N-no, I want to try it.” I looked to Sora, still full of my own spirited belief in myself through his fueling smile.

Sora looked to me, then to the two swords in his hands...

He threw back Riku’s wooden sword.

“Wha? Hey! What’s the big idea?” Riku caught his sword, “Don’t you want her to defend herself?”

“She’s got me, doesn’t she?” Sora got back into fighting stance, “If her sticks break again, that’s on me. I foudn the stick, so... I should look out for them. You take care of the other three.”

“Heh, look at you, trying to play hero or something.” Riku shook his head with his eyes closed, but got ready to take on the three... at once?

“Riku...” I worriedly stated, but Sora looked back behind himself to me, standing guard.

“Don’t worry, Riku’s got this!” He cheered.

“Em, and I got you two!” I stated, trying to not sound too fake... something about Sora protecting me didn’t feel right... I wanted--no--I will protect Sora and Riku!

With these two flimsy sticks... bound in my hand... It was like the strengths of Riku and Sora. Together... they were making me stronger, to take on whatever I needed to... and in this case, to prove I could duke it out with the others.

“I can do this.” I told myself, and Sora looked behind his shoulder after hearing that too.

He smiled and nodded, without a second of hestiantion or doubt... he really did believe in me.

“Just don’t make me jump in and save Kairi for you, Sora.” Riku teased, and then charged, as well as Sora.

“I stick to what I say, don’t I?” he grinned, teasing back with another pun as he winked behind himself at me.

That made me feel... special.

I took the two, much smaller sticks now and ran ahead, too. I didn’t want to be left behind in the sand bank...

Riku deflected another hit of the ball and went for the boy with the rod, but the boy raced behind Sora and got a hit on him while Riku was pusuing.

As for the brunette girl...

I shifted my eyes to the left and held up my bundled sticks, having her jumprope--acting as a whip--grab and wrap around them.

“Enggh..!” I was pulled forward a bit. She was tough, too..!

“H-hey, give it back!” The girl tugged, but her rope had tied too tightly around my only source of protection I had.

“Kairi!” Sora’s voice called out as I looked up, Sora was sparring and pushing back against the blonde haired boy, but Riku had missed a deflection of the ball thrower.

“Look out!” Riku cried out, as the boy spun his fists around to knock Riku back when he turned to warn me.

I saw the ball coming at me... and my vision turned slow and blurry again...

I felt my bundled sticks become longer, stronger... A light grew from inside me.

The ball held no fear for me now... as I took the key-forming blade and pulled the brunette with me.

“Woah!” she scooted up with a lunge forward, and the sticks held together when the ball was deflected by them.

“Ah! My ball!” The boy took off as it was like a home run, falling into a waterfall pool just above the level of the beach.

I rolled the line she was using tightly as she kept coming towards me and then spun it out around her as I circled mulitple times around her, tying her up.

Riku went to help Sora, who then came to help me, but by then, I pointed to the blonde-haired boy, “I’ve got this one, help Riku!”

He looked a bit astonished, but nodded and turned back around.

I felt... good about that, not so much the fight, though.

Riku did--pretty much--beat the kids singlehandedly, but Sora did pretty well too.

“You did alright managing to stay out of trouble, Kairi. And Sora... always good for a support.” Riku ‘lightly’ boasted.

“Hey! I was more than that! Come on, Riku...” Sora jumped a bit up and down and held out his fists as though wanting more recongition from Riku.

I giggled into my hand.

“Ah, what are you laughing for?” The ball guy put his trusted weapon over his head with both hands, “You didn’t even get a hit on anyone.”

“Better luck next time, Kairi.” Riku gestured to me again, “You’ll get’em next time.”

“But that’s what makes her so impressive!” Sora quickly intervened, looking to me, “Kairi’s weapon wasn’t really necessary... her true power... came from her kind heart.” 

“...Ah... My ... true weapon?” I vaguely remembered my vision... that bundle of sticks becoming something different... surrounded by light.

“Your true strength.” Sora put a hand to his chest... wait... his heart?

“My... strength?” I mimicked his action, then smiled before letting out a laugh.

“Huh? Oh, now you’re not making fun of me to, are you, Kairi?” He looked a bit defeated by that, but in a light-hearted way. Riku joined in, rubbing his hand to his head.

“Guess she just needs more practice, I can give you some pointers, Kairi’s.” Riku waited for my answer... but...

I shook my head.

“That’s okay. I think... I think I’m gonna work on my ‘true strength’ for a bit.” I put my hands behind my back and lifted a foot somewhat behind me. “After all... I did prove I’m not so ‘dainty’, right, Riku?”

He just smirked, “Whatever.” he pushed Sora forward and I caught him, helping him up.

The noggie Riku gave him must have been pretty hard... he wasn’t upset I didn’t want to train in fighting anymore... was he?

Or maybe... that Sora’s words meant more to me... was somewhat obvious to him?

Sora’s eyes rolled around, before patted his cheeks and made a funny face, smiling in a ridiculously exaggerated way.

I laughed and then looked to the other kids, “I’m Kairi, sorry to have hit your ball so hard, or tangled you up so much.” I bowed to them and they politely introduced themselves again and complimented me for basically fighting without fighting.

Sora’s words... held true for me. Even after I trained as a Keyblade Weilder... I always felt that the weapon didn’t give me my strength.

I knew what my strength was... thanks to those two.

That fateful day...

When I was in Sora’s heart, he had lost his Keyblade to Riku... and I could see how truly devasted he felt. How he thought his worth was somehow belittled because of it...

If only my voice could have reached him then... to tell him... the same words he told me.

Sora... your voice can’t reach from where you are now... but I hope mine still does, even... just a little bit.

I know where your heart is... I’ll keep it safe.

Please... remember where your strength lies... no matter what sky you’re under, or what world you’re in.

Writing these little notes to you can be somewhat embarrassing, but they also make me feel a lot better too.

I’m glad my destiny was altered... or rather, that I could meet you and Riku.

I’m... not going to cry so much anymore at it having taken you away from me... from us...

Because...

No matter what happens, I’ll always be with you. Our hearts are connected, and that means... my strength... is also your strength now too, Sora.

Use it wisely, it’s more than a weapon... it’s your friend, too.

Wishing you well, wherever your voice had landed this time.

And sail back to us soon.

-Kairi, the sound of the waves... I think it was always you, Sora, the sound of your kind, strong heart meeting mine...

Oh, and Riku’s too.

[ohworm-writes]

heh, hehe pinga x reader :) bonus points if hes spoiling the reader and theyre spoiling him back, just being wholesome dorks. do whatever you want with it, just wanted to request something with the "love of your life" it in

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Pairing - Pinga x gn!Reader

Warnings - none!

Note - you are an absolute doll. i had so much fun writing this, especially with the ‘love of my life’ hbdcshb. and yet, i do love him, so thank you for requesting!

Word Count - 0.6k

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pinga loves to show his affection through giving gifts

whether it’s something small, like accessories

or something meaningful, like something you had talked about wanting for the longest time

or simply something random!

he’s always getting you little gifts

With gentle hands, Pinga clips the necklace together carefully around your neck. Letting go, the gold jewelry falls against your skin. The simple chain golden chain looks majestic, the way the rays of light reflect off of it making you feel like that of royalty. Looking at it through the mirror, you lift a careful hand to run against it. You’re almost scared that if you touch it, it’ll shatter.

Pinga’s warm hands find their way to your sides, looping around your upper stomach to bring you against him. He lays his head in the crook of your neck, his eyes falling shut as a happy purr erupts from him. You lean your head against him, relishing in the contact. You cherish moments like these. Moments where it’s just you and him.

“Love, you don’t need to keep buying me such fancy things. It must be awfully expensive, no?” Your question isn’t meant to be taken as ungrateful, but you’ve never been able to wrap your head around why he’d keep buying you such expensive things.

He lets out a low chuckle It’s one that makes your heartbeat quicken. The same one that made you fall for him just that bit more. “My dear, these gifts will never equate to how much you mean to me. You’re worth them and so much more, can’t you see?” His eyes are lidded when he looks at you through the mirror, nothing but adoration in them. “You deserve to be spoiled.”

aside from gifts, he’s huge on physical affection and telling you how much he loves you

he’d never expect anything in return, of course

but if you do? well…

Nerves flow through your veins like a flash flood. You really hadn’t planned on buying something when you were out in the city today, but a particular burgundy jacket had reminded you so much of your lover, you just had to get it. The patches on the elbows, the soft and warm material, everything about it said him.

With the jacket placed carefully over your arm, you unlock the door, entering you and your lover’s shared home. Calling out his name while you place your keys on a table, you listen as his heavy footsteps come from down the hall. His head peeks around the corner, a genuine smile on his lips as he sees you.

“Welcome back, dove. How’d your little outing go?” You give him your own little smile, gripping the jacket with both hands as you hand it out towards him. As he eyes the jacket, his giddy grin drops as his face falls. Anxiety wells up in your chest as his hands reach out to touch the jacket.

All the anxiety melts right off of you when he looks back up at you. His eyes tell a completely different story than what you had been thinking. They’re full of awe, full of love. His pink eyes shine bright like a child opening up presents as he exhales a breathy laugh. He opens his mouth to speak, closing it as he tries to find better words.

“For… me?” His words are so full of confusion and love. A blush coats your cheeks as you nod at him, looking at the article of clothing and then back up at him. “It reminded me of you.” He breaks out into a wide grin, one that’s almost blinding. Looking back down at the jacket, he picks it up and holds it close to him. It’s adorable, and yet the thing that caught your attention is the almost inaudible ‘i love you’ that he lets out.

You love him too.

it’s become almost a little war between the two of you, seeing who can get the other the best present

something meaningful, something expensive; it doesn’t matter

you wouldn’t have it any other way, and nor would he

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

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The next time you visited her, the door to her hut was open. No need to knock, nothing - it was as if she already expected you and didn't bother to wait for you to knock. A gesture that basically told you were expected. She knew you'd come back. Was she mocking you again?

You went inside with a sigh, already feeling the heat between your legs rise once more as the familiar smell wafted around you. Leather. Smoke. Baked dough. A hint of lakewater, fish, and the fruity, sweet shampoo she used.

And there she sat, on the couch, yellow eyes cutting to you the moment you were inside fully.

"Knew yeh'd come today."

"Needed to give back your clothes."

Last time, she'd dissolved yours and left you without anything to wear - but had begrudgingly given you some of her own stuff, even some that more or less fit you. A tank and some pants. You'd told her you'd bring them back, and you hated her for the smirk she'd worn on her face. Of course she'd known that wouldn't be the only reason for your return.

"Aye. Thanks."

"Sure. So, are you gonna fuck me now or should I leave?"

"Gettin' right to the point, eh? Needy, are we?"

"Just want to know if I'm wasting my time."

"Oi, yer the one who jus' wandered in needin it again."

"And you're the one whose door was just about as open as her legs were last week."

"As I said. Knew yeh'd come."

"Make me, then."

With a smirk, you stepped closer, slipping the coat off of your body and dropping it to the floor just before you leaned over Sal and caged her head in with your arms.

"Be a good girl and make me come."

She didn't blush this time. This time, she growled, grabbing both your wrists with tentacles you hadn't seen out so far, slowly letting them slither upward.

"None of tha'. I had a shit day and if yeh wanna come, yer goin to go to the bedroom, lie down on yer back, put yer arms up and spread your legs like the pretty lil slut yeh are."

She pulled you in, until her lips were right at your ear and she could lick over it with her tongue.

"Oh, and put somethin' under yer hips. I wanna get into that tight lil' ass of yours. See how wet it gets yeh when I fuck it and how fast yeh beg me to put somethin' up yer pussy as well."

When she let go, she was smirking, tentacle slapping your ass once. And with as much dignity as you had left while you were already pretty much dripping, you went to her bedroom and undressed, piling your clothes and then lying down just as she'd said. On your back, arms up, legs spread, a pillow lifting your hips up for easier access. The position alone turned you on. Knowing what she'd do, that she'd use you to fuck her frustration out, turned you on. And you hated it and loved it both.

The village was utterly stuck up about sex in general, so something like butt stuff was... Considered utterly dirty. Sal knew that. And Sal made a point fucking your ass whenever she wanted and making it feel so good that you forgot all shame. You'd never come from it alone in particular, but the way her tentacles and possibly strap had pounded you... Alone the thought made you swallow.

Sal entered the room soon after you, naked, five tentacles out behind her back that made your core clench in anticipation.

"Good lil slut."

She said as she saw you, two tentacles immediately tying your wrists to the headboard into the dangling leather cuffs as she crawled onto the bed.

"Safeword's clear?"

"As usual."

"Good."

You used the headlight system - most simple, and utterly effective. Not that you'd ever used it so far. Sal let her gaze wander over your body as the two tentacles started roaming it, teasing against all your weak spots and making you squirm as her eyes latched onto your aching core, a chuckle vibrating in her throat as she blew cool air onto you and made you squirm.

"So wet already... Needy lil' thing."

Alone those words made it worse. As did the simple view of one tentacle, the tip already wet with its own lubricant, descending between your legs. It slid into your ass without too much resistance, stretching you out and making you whine out. Fuck, what was this woman doing to you? All the talk of anal sex being impure, and here she was, taking it for herself again and only turning you on more.

Your breathing hard as the tentacle spread its lubricant inside you, getting you all nice and prepared for the undoubtedly rough thrusts that would follow, wiggling around already - but it seemed more this time. Much more, in fact. And when you looked at Sal with a hint of confusion among the arousal, you saw her smirk wickedly as a second tentacle touched the entrance to your ass.

"Two?!"

"Ye."

As it slid in - with some effort, but you were so well lubricated that it didn't hurt in the slightest - you whined into the pillow next to you, your hips bucking, a hint of angry tears in your eyes as you felt yourself being claimed even more than usual. You hated her. Hated how good she made this feel. How wet you were for her, how the juices of your core were dripping onto the tentacles that were currently nestled inside you.

You tried to glare at Sal... But in that moment, the two appendages wrapped around each other and thrusted into you. And you screamed. Screamed in pleasure as you bucked down onto them, as Sal leaned over you and grabbed your hair, nipping on your earshell and growling a "Such a dirty lil slut. Ya just love havin your pretty ass fucked, dontcha?"

And then, a touch gentler, she added. "Yer look beautiful."

She added a twist to every movement, or a wiggle, but kept it slow, steady. Yet with force behind. And you knew you needed more if you were to come. You knew she'd be waiting for you to beg for it. For the last tentacle to fill your core and rub your clit. And you wanted to refuse it. You bit your lip, glaring up at her... But you didn't see her defiance or smug dominance looking back at you.

Instead, you saw pure need. Pure greed. Pure desire.

"Count yerself lucky. I can't wait today."

She whispered... And then filled you completely, bending over you and biting your neck harshly as she started pounding both your holes, listening to your screams while she marked you, making one thing abundantly clear.

This was only the beginning.

🤤🤤😩😩😩💦💦💦💦

GODS, FUCK.. AND WHAT DELICIOUS HATESEX IT IS.. FJFJDKSKDKDJDKSKJDKSKS..

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE, ANON 😏

And fuck, how you hated how lucky you felt - how utterly delicious it was to be filled by her. With the slick movements of Sal's appendages working your body in a way that made you wonder who wanted it more. A primal look to her eye that reminded you she could break you in half at any second. The sharp tips of her teeth teasing over your heated skin as she followed the fine lines of your body back up to you ear, leaning in.

"Aren'tcha a pretty lil' slut.. all filled and drippin' fer me."

A firm thrust by all three tentacles at once, forcing a sharp cry from your lips. A dark chuckle across your flesh as she licked over it, sinking her teeth in. The appendage in your core sliding up deliciously from the deepest part of it and over to your clit, again and again while the two in your ass proved relentless inside you. You knew she could smell the warm juices flowing steadily from your core as she teased and fucked it, and you knew how much she hated its effect on her.

"Ne'er seen yah so wet before. Like gettin' yer ass filled, do yeh?"

"Gods.. fuck.. f-fuck you, Sal."

"It's gettin' harder an' harder to believe yeh mean that, sweetheart."

The deep blush that spilled so easily across your cheeks at the change in petname, only fueled how much you hated the effect she had on you. You wanted nothing more than to scream out - to tell her to go fuck herself - but the desire to have her fuck you instead was always so much greater. There was no more intoxicating feeling, nobody on any earth - in any realm - that could fuck a person into next week like Sal.

You yelped as her teeth found you again.. as her pace swiftly picked up.. at the most delicious sounds filled the small home as her tentacles slid mercilessly in and out of you, forcing your desire straight from your core. Breath hitching in your throat at the supreme heat that spilled over you with each indulgent thrust.

"Ah-! Fuck.. but .. you're the one.. fucking me so good right now.. Sal."

You barely got the praise to roll off your tongue before a profound growl resonated deep in her throat.. before her hand was around your neck, forcing you to look at her. A flame of a warning burning deep within the embers of her eyes as they locked intently onto yours.

"Jus' fer that... lil slut.. I'm gonna make yeh come harder than yeh ever have in yer life."

She said the world's plainly, her voice calm and collected yet still sending a prompt shiver down your spine. The sharp smirk across her lips almost rivaling the sharp points of her teeth as they scraped over you. Her growl rolling across your skin like thunder as she drove her tentacles harder and harder into you, ripping countless cries from your lips.

"Beg fer it, slut."

The intense heat that switfly washed over you at the lack of warmth to her command. Her tentacles holding you in place as she watched how badly you wanted it - needed it - smiling down at you smugly as she waited.

"I.. fucking.. hate-.. Ah-!"

She drove her apprendages in your ass roughly into you, pushing the deep heated pressure that inhabited you to an almost frenzied level.

"I said beg fer me."

A sharp cry from your lips as she bit you again, licking crimson droplets from your flushed skin.

"Fuck.. please.. fuck.. fuck you, Sal... please.."

She chucked as you writhed frantically beneath her, utterly desperate for release.

"Heh.. needy are yeh?"

You cursed again under your breath, screaming out as she forced all three tentacles at once. Compelling an unhinged pleasure to shoot straight across your body, to engulfed you in a way that you had never felt before. White hot - unyielding - igniting ley lines across your body like a unhindered wild fire. Juices gushing from your core as her relentless thrusts pushed one orgasm on you after another. And fuck, how she was right.. how she'd kept her promise .. assuring that you had never came so hard in your life. Sufficiently soaking the bedsheets beneath you as she kept you filled until the very last shudder fell from your breathless body.

"Still hate me now, do yeh?"

Sal chuckle a tad softer, slowly pulling her tentacles free from your flushed body.

"More.. than.. ever."

You answered between labored breaths, between the inherent trembles of a body just wrecked.

"Heh.. good. Need aftercare?"

"Nah.. I'm good.."

She nodded and threw your clothes from their spot on the floor in your direction, making her way to the door.

"Ah.. sorry, ma'am .. but I sure the fuck ain't leaving without making sure that you hate me just as much."

Sal raised a single eyebrow, dropping her fingers from the doorknob as she turned to face you.

"That right?"

She smirked in a way that made you want to rip it straight off her mouth... to make her lips curl into the most delicious of moans. And as you began to close the distance the between you, you vowed you wouldn't stop until you did that very thing.

Gods.. fuck... fuck.. djdjksskksksjsjs..I'm. ... So fucking gay... fuck... 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 THANK YOU FOR THAT, DEAR

And not to worry all the non Sal simp fans, I'll be doing some Alcina soon 😘