#APEX SWEETIE I LOVE YOU

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Follow You Anywhere 12

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: yuhhhhhh.

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Gulls flap across the cornflower sky. Thin wisps of cloud crest beneath the gemlike sun, shining at you with a blinding gleam. You shield your eyes with your hands as Sy steers along the crooked backroad around the cliffs the face the coast.

Aika pokes her head out between the seats as she sits in the back. She is your only comfort on the long journey to a beach you’ve never been before. 

You don’t ask where you’re going. You wouldn’t know the difference, you only know that most people head to West Cove. You jostle with the truck. The sun reaches its apex. It’s a bit late to just be getting to the beach then. 

Yet, he doesn’t stop. He keeps driving. Around the rocky crags and cliffside, on and on, through the scatter of trees, and past that. You can still see the water but the clock ticks on. 

You sit up, more rigid than ever. You haven’t been able to relax but you’re on edge as you realise how far you’ve gone. How long he’s been at the wheel. 

“Everything okay, sweetie?” He asks. 

“Y-yeah. Um... does Aika need to go?” 

“She’ll let us know, don’t ya worry,” he chuckles. “Pretty, ain’t it? The water?” 

You peer around him as the water now stands at his shoulder. 

“Shouldn’t we be going towards the coast?” You ask. 

“We’ll get there, sweetie,” he assures you. “Just a little further. Didn’t I mention I got a surprise?” 

“Erm, no. A surprise?” 

“Don’t wanna spoil it,” he smiles and runs his hand over his beard.  

You shrink down and go silent. You don’t want to push him. You can’t help but hear the echo of his booming voice and the crack of plaster around his head. No, you won’t do that again. 

You come in sight of a house. The siding is beaten wood, the blue paint chipping away, and there’s a crooked shed around one side. The pillars of the porch are dusted with dirt and the old windows boarded up. A tickle creeps up your spine as Sy steers toward it. 

“Surprise,” he blusters excitedly. 

“Surprise?” You squeak and stare at the house. 

“It’s a beach house,” he proclaims proudly. You don’t have the heart or the courage to extinguish his excitement. Does he not see how decrepit it is? 

“A beach house?” 

“Oh yeah,” he shuts off the engine. “Just us.” 

“Wow,” you breathe. 

He laughs so loud it makes you flinch. He slaps his hand down on your thigh and squeezes, “don’t be so nervous. We’re gonna get it all cleaned up. Won’t take much.” 

“Mhm,” you hum as you look down at his large hand. You gulp and he lets you go. 

He gets out and you look at Aika. Her wet nose touches your cheek. Sy whistles and she hops between the seats and follows him out the open door. You climb out on your side and peer up at the house in dread. 

“Sy, it’s... it’s gonna be dark in a few hours though.” 

“Well, we won’t be driving back now,” he scoffs. “We’re gon’ be here a while. Just you and me. Like a honeymoon or such.” 

Your heart sinks. This man took over your life barely two days ago and he’s talking like you’re married. Worse, you let him bring you out to who knows where. Why hadn’t you been paying attention? 

“I’ll just get it opened up and air it out,” he says as he marches up to the porch. 

You watch him. Stunned. You really can’t believe this. It can’t be real. You scratch your scalp as panic razes through your skin. Aika sits on the steps and you turn back to the truck. You don’t understand... 

You go around the bed of the truck. It’s covered. And locked. You can’t pull it open. 

You hear him stomping before he appears. You quickly move away from the truck and pretend that you’re admiring the wooden bench amid the patchy grass. He calls your name and you turn to him, swallowing your fear down deep. 

“Wanna come see? Got a flashlight.” 

He wiggles the yellow plastic and clicks the button. He hits it to make it turn on. You blow out a breath and nod. You go to him, choked of your voice. 

He waves you ahead of him. You enter as he shines the flashlight around you. There’s furniture draped in sheets and an old cross stitch hung over a chest of drawers. There’s a fire stove that could be a century old and a carpet with fraying edges. You don’t know if this place is forgotten or condemned. 

“Get the boards down, get the dust out, and it’s perfect. Isn’t it?” He purrs as he comes up and puts his arm across your shoulders. 

You wince and nod. He guides you along as he aims the light into the kitchen and the stove that looks right out of a mid-century advert, well maybe if it got a fresh coat of paint. He squeezes you closer and stops. 

“You alright, sweetie? You quiet?” 

“Yes,” you sniff, “y-yeah. Like you said. It’s a surprise.” 

“Now I know you wee probably looking forward to the beach today but we’ll get this place nice and cleaned up and have a good fire. I brought stuff for smores. Heh, another surprise. Then tomorrow, we’ll have the whole day in the sun.” He waves the flashlight around, “you know, it’s not ten minutes walk to the shore. I know a shortcut.” 

“That’s... great,” you eke out. How does he know this place? 

“I’ll get the windows open. How about you pull them sheets off the furniture?” He suggests. 

“Okay,” you agree softly. 

You turn and go back down the hall. Aika watches through the door. You’re trapped here with this mad man and his trained dog. There’s no way out, even if you did know where you are. 

All you can do is distract yourself for as long as you can. Take your time, stay busy. It’s once you have nothing to do that he’ll be able to do anything he wants. 

You work at uncovering all the furniture. Then you find a cloth to dust the surface. Sy tosses the boards from the windows in the yard and you take the straw broom form the corner to sweep the floor. The sky ripples as the sun sets and you work in the dimming haze. 

Sy lights an old lantern, struggling to catch the wick. He leaves it with you as he takes the flashlight. He mutters something and continues into the shadows the hallway. There’s a clatter and Aika taps through the open door with breeze. She stops as her snout points after her owner. 

Thump, thump, thump, thump... the noise whittles off and you look down as you hear noise beneath you. There’s a basement? You wait as Aika keeps vigil, unmoving. You scratch the floor with the bristles as you try to get up as much dirt as you can. 

There’s a crackle and some more creaking. Sy thunders back up the stairs and you look up as he searches the wall. He twists a switch and shuts off the flashlight. The tinted bulbs on the wall light up.  

“Found the generator,” he says. “Look at you. Looks good in here.” 

“Um, yeah,” you continue to brush the floorboards. 

“Should I make up the bed?” He asks coyly. 

You put your head down as you move with the broom, “well, I am getting tired.” 

“Tired...” he mutters. “Mm, sure, but we’re still gonna have a fire, huh? It’s a nice night.” 

You nod, “if that’s what you want.” 

He sighs, “hm, I’ll... I’ll go fix up the bed then.” 

You know he’s disappointed. You’re trying to play along but you’re terrified. As the crickets buzz louder and you hear the forest cracking and swaying, the desolation sets in. Your hopelessness cannot be staved off much longer. 

Mistake after mistake, you can’t help but blame yourself for this. He might be the villain, but you set yourself up. You started that Instagram, you didn’t pay enough attention to security, you spoke to him at the grocery store, and you let him take you home. You let him invade your life and when you finally tried to get him out, it was already too late. 

It is too late. 

You still the broom and squeeze it. You stare at the window. You're lost. Entirely. 

He comes back out and you flinch. You try to shake off your despair. It clings but you make yourself smile. You lean the broom against the wall. 

“Can I help?” You ask. 

“Help, er, sure.” He accepts, “I got some fresh stuff in the truck.” 

He ushers you ahead of him. You go outside and he’s close behind. The keys jangle as he comes up next to you and you walk with him to the bed of the truck. He unlocks it and you nearly collapse. He drags out a large plastic bin. What is all this? It’s like he’s moving... 

How long has he been planning this? 

You step back and blink. You’re woozy with horror. All this stuff, you don’t think he’s planning on leaving. 

“Ah, this one,” he drags out another container. “Got the sheets in there.” 

He lifts the big blue bin and you take another step back. You shake your head as you stagger around dumbly. He doesn’t notice as he hauls the container in his arms toward the porch. 

“Be a sweetie and get the door,” he says. 

“No,” you wisp and clear your throat. “No,” you say loud as you stumble back. “No, no!” 

You shake your head as he turns to you, his face contorted in confusion. You spin and nearly trip over your own feet. You burst into a sprint. You’re not thinking. It’s purely your body moving on fear alone. 

You pump your arms and lift your knees, heading for the spatter of trees. They aren’t thick enough to hide you completely but you might be able to weave around fast enough to lose him. And then... 

Then... 

You don’t know. All you know is that you have to keep going. You can hear him. His footsteps crush through the twigs as he hollers, “Aika.” 

He whistles as you puff shallowly through the pain in your chest. Go, go, go. It isn’t fair. It’s two against one. 

You get past the first few trees as you hear his next order but don’t understand it. It’s in that other language. You’re hit from behind, a toppling force that sends you onto your stomach. You land painfully in the dirt as Aika stands on your back and growls in your ear. 

“Aika, please. You’re a good girl,” you plead, “Aika, off! Aika--” 

“She don’t know English,” Sy snarls as stomps up behind you and kicks your foot.  

You whimper and drop your head down. Your stomach, knees, arms, hands, legs, even your cheeks are scraped from your fall to earth. And fall you did. Back to reality. 

“Please,” you snivel. “Please, Sy. Take me home. I’m scared.” 

He sighs and snaps his fingers. Aika quiets and hops off of you. She turns as she stands by your head and Sy approaches you from behind. He pulls you up and turns you to face him. 

“You are home, sweetie,” he grits through his teeth. 

You pout and shake your head, “no, Sy. Why? Why are you doing this to me?” 

“Doing what?” His forehead wrinkles and his eyes dull. “I’m takin’ care of ya. What do ya mean?” 

“But... we can’t stay out here.” 

“Why not?” 

You stare up into his eyes. They’re empty. Like before. Like when he went rabid. You squirm and grab at his thick fingers. 

“Because,” you exclaim. “I don’t know you.” 

He winces and blinks. His throat bobs as his head tilts back and forth. He squeezes your shoulders and huffs, “no, no, you know me.” 

“I don’t,” you whine. “I don’t know you.” 

“You do. You do.” He insists. “You spoke to me. You smiled at me. Every night.” 

Your lip quivers and your tears overflow, “Sy,” you sniffle, “Sy, you... you... you’re not a bad guy, you’re just confused. Please, I know you don’t want to hurt me so take me home.” 

He closes his eyes and sucks in through his nose. His chest rumbles and he his breath out slow. His lashes lift. His pupils swallow up his irises. You shiver at the pools of black. 

“Captain,” he snarls. “I am your Captain.” 

[eustasskidagenda]

Losing your virginity to Eustass Kid

Resume : I just wanted to develop a bit further the idea of a sweet Eustass Kid with a virgin S/O.

CW : MDNI, female reader, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected sex, virginity, vaginal sex, size kink, dirty talk, fluff overall, cursing (from Kid, as always, duh)

WC : ~ 2000

"Are you afraid?"Kid asks, whispering close to your left ear. His both human and metal hands roams over your soft, bare skin. "I'm not," You repeat for the thousand time. But your stubborn boyfriend keeps asking the same question, anytime he feels your body shivering under his touch. Of course, you're a bit nervous to have penetrative sex for the first time, especially with your dear Captain Kid.  He's not small, in any way, so you’re a bit worry. But you're more than willingly. You love him and you're ready, both mentally and physically. Kid presses his lips against yours in a demanding, passionate kiss. You can tell he's a bit confused and not used to involve into kindness and gentle touch, because as he told you once, usually, he just fucks roughly his partner from behind. Taking things nice and slow is not common for him. But damn, he's trying to be reassuring, just for you. How cute. Pressing sweet kisses on your naked body, asking you over and over if you feel comfortable, if you're not cold or if you're shaking from pleasure or stress. 

"I really want to fuck you. Hard. But I don't wanna hurt you," He confesses, running his hands along your chest, cupping your breasts firmly yet gently. The skin feels heavenly soft under his calloused fingers. "Damn, they're amazing," He tells, kissing one nipple, smeared lipstick on your skin. He rolls the second nipple between his thumb and index. "Kid," you moan, your hands grabbing his hair. With his goggles off, his red hair is falling down on his forehead, and you love pulling on. You're wet, already making a mess with the bedsheets and Kid's arrogant smile can't live his lips when his fingers reach for your inner thighs. "Fuck, so wet already and just for me. Need me so bad, yeah?"

Cheeks totally red from embarrassment and yet totally aroused, you nod. "Spread those legs wider. I need to fit in between" You do as he says, spreading your legs wide open, enough for his large body. Kid amber eyes shines slightly at the sight of your wet, glistening lips. "Let me taste you," He groans before laying between your open legs, his tongue teasing your folds and one of his human finger circling your clit in soft motion. Embarrassed, you try to muffle your own sounds, covering your mouth with your both hands and writhing slightly, pressing your pussy against Kid's lips. "Stop covering your mouth," He snarls, pressing his thumb against your clit. You moan, arching your back, your palms still glued to your mouth. Kid groans and your hand starts to move by themselves. "It's not fair," You whimper and your boyfriend just smirks, satisfy with himself. Wearing metal rings with someone able to manipulate metal is not a smart move, next time, you'll take off all your jewels. "But I'm unfair" Kid answer, before returning to torture your wet folds with his tongue. 

Everything is too wet, too hot, and your stubborn boyfriend can't get enough of your sweet little moans. He's eating your pussy like a starving, drinking your juice, leaving smeared lipstick on your lips. You try to pull on his hair and to move his head away from your cunt, he pins your writs above your head with his power. You feel totally at his mercy, with a weird sensation growing in your core. "Kid, please, I'm about to cum" He stops, just for a second "That's the whole point, sweetie," He slowly pushes the apex of his tongue inside your tight pussy while his thumb still teases your pussy. You squirm helplessly. 

It feels too good and you can't hold back anymore. Back arched, you cum against Kid's lips and you can feel his cocky smirk against your wet folds. He would drink all of your juice like if it was the rarest cup of wine and when he raises his head, a slow trail of your honey flow from his lips to his chin, glistening with the candle lamp. Totally flustered, you try to avoid his gaze, your hands still pinned above your head. "Shit sweetie, you taste so good. I need to be inside you, now." He takes off his fancy yellow pants and then pull down his underwear. You already saw him naked a couple of times, but this time, you know what's going to happen and you feel a pinch of anxiety in your stomach. Saying Kid is well-endowed is a euphemism. He's huge. And the girth is… scary. 

"Now you're scared" he notices the slight shivering of your legs as he sets in between. "Not scared, just a little nervous." This asshole just laughs. Because he knows your thought about his cock. The first time you decided to suck it, you remember how your jaw was tense for the entire day. You snap back to reality when Kid presses a finger against your slit, feeling the slickness of your arousal. "Easy there, babe, I'm not gonna hurt ya" he says, his voice rough with desire. "I know" You assure, letting him know you're ready and willing. Kid is not comfortable with feelings, and you know he will never something as sweet as I love you, but you can tell he's really trying to be nice and reassuring. Kid position himself again between your legs, his hard cock twitching against your slick fold. As he feels the tremble of your body, he nicely rubs his thumb against your inner thighs. "Whenever you're ready," he says, taking a steadying breath, his chest slowly rising with each of his breathe. You entwined your fingers to his, and you nod softly. You decide to focus on nothing, but Kid beautiful, amber eyes and how beautiful he looks with his hair down. The tip of his cock press harder against your pussy and then, he begins to slowly yet steadily pushes himself inside you. You let out a shaky breathe and a slow whimper, he presses your hand gently. "Shh. It's alright babe, you're so fucking tight. Just let me in." His breathing hitches as he feels the squeeze of your walls around him and the sweet heat engulfing his length. "That’s it, good girl. Let me do all the work, just relax, let me in. I’m gonna fill you up just nice."

At first, it hurts, the stretching is uncomfortable and the thickness of Kid's cock makes your walls spasm around him. "Fuck… you're so wet, so hot, so warm…" He groans as he finally push his entire length inside you. Your body is a little sore, but not as much as what you thought. You feel loved and protected on this huge bed, the fur  bedsheets are comfortable, warmth and fluffy under your skin, and the big, naked body of your boyfriend totally covering yours make you feel safe and protected. "You're okay?" He asks. You gently stroke his cheek, smiling softly. "It's a bit overwhelming… but I'm fine. I'm not in pain." He nods. "Good, that's my brave girl, taking all of my cock so well. I dont wanna hurt ya." He groans softly as he starts to thrust in and out of your tight pussy. The bed is slightly creaking under your weight, or, more, under Kid's weight. He's heavy and full of muscles ; it's what you think while you run your fingers along the skin of his shoulders. 

You can tell how much Kid tries to be nice and slow. Teeth and jaws clenched tightly, sweat dripping from his forehead, muscles tensed and heavy breathes as he holds back himself to just slam roughly inside your tight pussy. He contains his rough desires, gently fucking you with nice thrusts. His pace is slow and steady, yet merciless. "Fuck, why are you so fucking tight, so fucking wet, so fucking warm…" Soft groan against your ear. It makes you shiver. That husky, feral, low voice, growling like that… all thanks to you, how good your body feels. It makes your heart beat his pride. Your fingers runs along his strong back, and then you grope his ass, feeling the muscles contracted with each thrust. "You like my ass, babe?" He asks playfully and you nod. "Such a naughty girl. I can't wait to fuck you roughly, to see that beautiful ass of yours while you're on all fours for me" He whispers, biting your neck. You really need to see him loosing his control, to know how it feels to fuck with Eustass Kid when he's not holding back. But you can't take it right now, so you're glad he indulges to some soft love-making, each thrust driving you closer to ecstasy. 

It feels too good… his cock hitting all the right spots, his human hand fondling your breasts, pinching one of your nipple and then the other. "Kid," you moan. His thrusts are a bit more sloppy and powerful, but yet gentle. "You're alright?" He asks once more. "Yes, it feels good." Even more when his thumb start to rub your clit. "Mh, that's my good  girl, so wet for me." Oh dear, you love when he talks that sweet to you. Being his girl sounds so nice. And damn, you're his girl, your pussy stuffed with his thick, long cock stretching your insides. The bed keeps creaking under your weight, it screams to everyone around you two are having sex together. But well, you don't mind, the pleasure you're feeling is just too good to be stop. The sloshing of your arousal mix with your moans, Kid groans, the goddamn bed and from time to time, the sound of Kid's metal hand, resting close to your head. You know you're close to climax and Kid too. He pushes deeper and harder inside your pussy, always groaning about how good you're clenching around him. "Shit, babe, it feels like you won't let me go. My dick feels that damn good?" You just squirm and moan in pleasure as you cum around his cock, making a mess on the bedsheets. Kid growls. As you reach ecstasy, your walls grip his cock and he cums, hard, filling you up with his hot, sticky seed. Oh, seeing your boyfriend with an expression of pure pleasure on his face is a spectacle you definitely want to see everyday, from now one. When he pulls off, you feel empty. And the spectacle of his dick glistening, covered of your arousal and his semen, is just too much to handle. Kid kisses your neck before collapsing against you, breathing heavily. 

At first, he doesn't say anything. You lay on your side of the bed, a bit nervous about what he might think. Without a word, he suddenly stands up, totally naked and gets out of his bedroom. He comes back a few minutes later with a hot, wet towel. Gently, he cleans yourself up, then himself. After throwing the towel away, he lays back on the bed, takes off his metal hand and in one moment of his chin, he allows you to rest your head against his muscular, bare chest. "You're okay? Are you hurt somewhere?" He asks, running his hand through your hair. "Just a bite sore, but it was amazing, I was nervous but it didn't hurt as much as I thought." You reassure him and he sighs of relieving. "Good. Next time, I'll give it to you. Harder." 

And you're already impatient to discover all the facets of your dear Eustass Kid. "I can't wait." But for now, you just indulge in some sweet aftercare, your body pressed against his. It only takes a few minutes to Kid to fall asleep. You laugh and kiss his cheeks, whispering a sweet "I love you" close to his ear, before falling asleep too.

End talk : English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes! And anyway, I had so much fun writing this, but next time, I'll go for a feral and rough Kid! My suggestions are open feel free to ask me some stuff!

[suguru-getos]

-> mean streak | kaveh x f!reader smut |

kaveh had been at it for hours. his fingers would languidly rub against your swollen clit, gather your slick from your drenched pussy and keep at it. your chest heaves, you look at your man who’s having fun torturing your body, watching your doe eyes quivering in anticipation and pussy weeping for more.

until… he stops touching. iliciting a moan from you, it is like a protest, you try hard to hump at kaveh’s retreating fingers, watching him slap your edged, needy clit in reprimand when you wiggle away in retreat, painful & pleasured whines echoing in the room. “ssh~ now now, you know what i’ve said about clenching up your thighs sweetie” kaveh mumbles, softly spreading your legs apart again. watching your twitching soppy cunt, fade into stillness.

tears are welling up in your eyes, head shaky and moans breaking when kaveh resumes touching you. it’s so intense you’d almost want to wiggle away from his rhythmic strokes on your perfect clit. the bundle of nerves being loved as you squirm for more. again, you are left humping at kaveh’s fingers and hand for more, desperately chasing your orgasm which has built stagnant.

kaveh presses your pelvis down, stopping any and every possible movement before giving you a stern look from his usually tender, sunshine like demeanor. “no no no- please i’ll be good.” you have retorted into incoherent mumbling & profuse begging. the only goal in your head is to shake against the heavenly tremble of the high you so desperately seek. you’ve been edged to the apex of your orgasm, never letting it overflow.

“why? why do you want to be a good girl?” kaveh sounds almost methodical in his methods of teaching you how to behave. “cus- cus- good girls get to cum.” your body is strained and tired, the sentence coming out as a fleeting lullaby.

“good girl.” kaveh quickly kisses your flaky lips, a result of your heavy panting, to ground his princess.

“cum for me.” the words sent jolts down the soles of your feet and your pelvis hurts from how your overwhelming orgasm takes over. your scream-moans are muffled by kaveh’s gentle kisses. it was until your shaky breaths turned sublime, your sweating body turned relaxed, that kaveh asked, “do you think i was mean enough for ya?”

you nodded, half lidded with pupils gaping through the almost invisible slit in your eye, slowly giving into slumber.

“good, cause it’s nothing for me if my sweet angel doesn’t like it. let go for me, i’ll handle the rest.”

[pedrisbanana]

bestie, I was waiting for you to open your ask box😭

anyway, Pedri eating you out while you’re facetiming your friend and you have to hang up because of the pleasure (+edging) thank you,love ya🤭💙

Pedri can be very distracting if he wants to...

Enjoy 🍌

Distraction

Why FaceTime ? My face looks awful today." You complained to your mum, who decided to make a video call. 

You were cuddled into the pillows of your sofa, watching your boyfriend play his video games. 

"Your face looks normal sweetie, don't be so hard on yourself just because of a few pimples." She said, smiling at you. 

Pedri sat next to you on the couch, focussed on his Fifa match. One of his hands was caressing your knee in between pauses. He looked at you, nodding to agree with your mother.

"How are your studies going ?" She asked. 

"Oh I just finished revising for some exams that are coming up next week. Ow." You kicked your foot at the midfielder who pinched your thigh. 

Looking at the screen you saw that he lost the match. Now he was turned to you, both hands on your legs. His full lips were turned into a small pout and his thumb rubbed over the spot where he pinched you to sooth the pain. 

"Everything okay ?" Your mum asked, worry in her voice. 

"Yes. Yes. Pedro is just being annoying again." You rolled your eyes at him. 

You tangled your fingers into his hair, playing with the longer strands while continuing to chat with your mum. It comforted you to touch him. 

Suddenly you felt Pedri lips traveling up your inner thigh. You spread your legs so you wouldn't crush his head. You shot him an annoyed look and tried to pull him away by his hair, before focussing on your call again. 

She asked about Pedri and your trip to Tenerife. His parents had invited you and it was finally some time for you two to get out of your daily routine and just enjoy being together. 

Pedri was stronger than you, also, much to your dismay, enjoying the way you pulled at his hair. The way his moan vibrated against your core had you bucking your hips into him. He smirked and chuckled into the apex of your thigh. 

Just as you wanted to reply, your boyfriend pulled your shorts and panties to the side. His fingers explored your folds. You were wet, yes, but not enough for Pedri's likeness. 

"The trip was amazing." You had to pause and take a deep breath, because Pedri spat onto your exposed pussy. 

His now lubricated fingers found your entrance with ease. Pumping two digits in and out repeatedly. You bit your lip to hold back your moan and clenched around him. 

"We um- We even went on a little boat trip." You hissed as his tongue joined his fingers on your core, little flicks teasing your clit. 

Your grip on his hair tightened, which spurred him on to speed up the movements of his fingers. 

Going into detail about the boat trip and beach day, you felt your orgasm build up in your lower stomach. Repositioning on the pillows, you listened to your mum's reply. 

Taking a deep breath, you prepared for Pedri to bring you over the edge, but he didn't. Instead he stopped the movements of his fingers abruptly. Clenching around his fingers, you moved your hips. 

"Are you sure you're okay ? You seem in pain ?" This question brought you back to reality. 

Pedri had to hold back his laugh, pressing his face against your core. 

"I'm not in pain. I'm fine. Pedro keeps being annoying." you explained, hoping she wouldn't poke further. 

"Well, that's not very nice, but if that's his way of showing that he loves you, you should appreciate it. It's the little things that make a relationship worth." Your mum loved to to give relationship advice, especially if it was unwanted. 

When you felt Pedri continue his his movements, you asked your mum about her plans for the upcoming holidays. It would be easier to listen to her than talking and trying to act like your boyfriend wasn't just edging you. 

Pedri curled his fingers upwards, hitting just the perfect spot over and over again. You tried to keep a straight face, but it was getting hard with the way the midfielder was practically drowning himself in your juices. You prayed dearly that she didn't hear the sinful sounds he was making.

He teased your pulsing clit with his nose, knowing well you loved when he did that. You pushed his hair back from his face again, sticky from sweat and your wetness. His other hand caressed your hip, mapping out the soft skin beneath your shorts.

You body was trembling from holding back the release you so desperately needed. Your clothes felt too tight and you were pulsing with need. You didn't even remember what your mum was talking about anymore.

"Mum ? I have to go now." You hoped she wouldn't notice the trembling in your voice. "Love you." 

Kissing her goodbye, you threw your phone away as soon as the screen went black. Screaming out Pedri's name, you were relieved you could finally enjoy the orgasm, which built up once again. 

Your boyfriend had other plans in mind. He removed his fingers from you and kissed your clit before sitting up on his knees. He sucked his fingers clean and smiled at you. 

"Was that annoying enough for you, carino ?" 

You wanted to wipe the smug smile right off his face. Tears formed in your eyes, he got you so riled up you'd actually start crying if he didn't make you come right now. 

"Fuck, amor, don't cry." He leaned forward to wipe the tears away, voice filled with care. His thumbs were soon replaced by his kisses. "You want to come for me, mi vida ? How ?" 

Pedri pushed your top over your breasts, exposing them to him. Your hardened buds begged to be played with and you breathed his name as he took one of them into his mouth. 

"Let me come on your cock." You moaned, hips pressing up into his erection. 

Pedri licked and bit his way to your other nipple, surely bruising. Your hands were pulling at the cotton material of his shirt. He looked up at you, one of his hands wrapping around your throat. 

"Ask again, amor." He pressed on your pulse point lightly, then with more pressure. 

"Can I come on your cock, please ?" You begged. "I need you to fuck me, please. Pedri." 

"Mmmmh. I thought I was annoying and now you beg me to fuck you." his voice vibrated against your chest. He must feel the pace of your heartbeat against his cheek. 

Pedri moved to take your shorts and panties off. "My little whore, all wet for my cock." 

Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt, just above his swelling erection, wanting to feel the defined muscles of his stomach under your fingertips. 

Again, he pushed two fingers against your entrance and let saliva drip down over your folds and his knuckles. He slid in with ease and you immediately clenched, not wanting to let him go. 

Pedri removed his hand from your throat and you could take a deep breath. 

"Are you sure you can take it princesa ? You barely handle my fingers." He added a third finger, stretching you out fully. 

"Please, Pepi." You didn't care how he made you come, but you needed your release. 

"Maybe you need to feel my cock in your mouth first, reminding you how to swallow like a good girl and take my size." He dragged his knuckles in and out of you slowly, making your body shake in pleasure. 

"No please. I promise I can take it. Please I just need you." Your words were coming out of your mouth with no pause. If he teased you again, you'd go crazy. 

Pedri removed his fingers again and you cried out in protest. He took his clothes off, you wouldn't be able to help him in your current state anyway and kneeled above you again. 

He stroked his cock and groaned your name. His other hand caressed your cheek before giving you a few slaps. 

"Open up, slut." You clenched your thighs and did as he told you. His hand found your jaw, holding it in place before he slowly guided himself between your lips. 

His cock was big and warm. Precum filled your mouth. You held onto his thighs and your eyes widened as he started to fuck your mouth. Relaxing your throat as much as you could, you swallowed him. 

Pedri threw his head back and snapped his hips. You gagged around him, as spit ran down your cheeks. He seemed to enjoy this position. His balls hit your chin as his pace became more ruthlessly. 

From the concentrated look on his face you saw that he was still holding back. 

He spread his precum and your saliva on your lips as he pulled out, leaving a smear on your breasts, now glistening with moisture.

You screamed out as pushed into you, pulling your hips flush to himself. Your pussy clenched around him greedily and you started playing with your wet nipples, arching your back into your boyfriend, looking for some physical touch. 

He kneaded your asscheeks, holding you in a tight grip. His pace was fast and he made sure to pull out completely with every thrust, teasing your clit with his tip ever so often. You were a screaming mess, seeking the orgasm he hopefully finally was going to grant you. 

You couldn't take it anymore, so you reached down to massage your clit yourself. Pedri hissed at the sight, nails digging into your ass. 

"Mi vida, what a cockslut you are. You're so tight." Pedri groaned, enjoying the way your inner walls massaged his sensitive shaft. 

You came with his name on your lips. 

Pedri. Pedri. Pedri.

Like a mantra you chanted it over and over again. Your body was quivering, hands holding on to your chest for dear life. Pedri still fucked you when you came down from your high. His cock felt big and almost uncomfortable in your sensitive pussy. 

You reached down to pull him out, but Pedri slapped your hand away, guiding himself even deeper inside now. You whimpered. 

"I thought you can take it. First you beg for my cock and now you're overstimulated." He pulled out and rubbed through your folds and over your clit, earning soft little cries from you. 

Settling his knees beside your hips, he started jerking his cock and you reached to help him. Stroking the soft skin he groaned, announcing his own release. 

His cum decorated your breasts and face and you licked your lips to taste him. Pedri helped you sit up and took off your scrunched tank top. 

"Let's take a bath." He suggested, kissing your temple

"Only bathing okay. No distracting this time" You pleaded, pouting. 

After all, he only teased you because he loved you.

A/N: I thought it would be more interesting if she called her mum.

A more tame piece of smut today.

I hope you like it. Leave your thoughts on your way to the heart button my banana babes 🍌❤️

[beachlifelez]

Cathy and her daughter Rachel took the opportunity of Cathy’s niece Polly’s visit to introduce Polly to the joys of all female intimate relations.

Polly was a bit shocked at first that Cathy and Rachel were often half naked or totally nude around the house. She was also surprised at the warm feeling she got “down there” seeing both her cousin and her aunt in the buff.

The second night of her stay, falling asleep in Rachel’s room, Polly could clearly hear Rachel masturbating in her bed. When she thought Rachel was asleep, she couldn’t help playing a little as well. Thinking of her aunt’s and cousin’s naked bodies and of the sounds Rachel was making when she fingered herself made her all warm and tingly, and she had a good climax on her finger. Rachel wasn’t asleep, of course, and made sure to let Cathy know in the morning about Polly’s self love session.

The next afternoon in the hot tub pushed everything over the edge. Cathy and Rachel were getting playful. Rachel undid Cathy’s bikini top, and Cathy just let it fall off. Cathy soon followed suit, and Rachel’s top was off.

Cathy and Rachel moved across the tub to put Polly in between them.

“We’re so glad you could come stay with us over the holidays, Polly, aren’t we, Rachel?”

“We sure are, mom. Are you enjoying your visit?”

“I am, so much. Thanks for inviting me.”

Cathy smiled.

“We love having you here, don’t we, sweetie.”

Rachel smiled back.

“We sure do, mom.”

Rachel leaned over in front of Polly and Cathy did the same. Their lips met and they began a slow, passionate kissing right in front of Polly. Polly sat back, soaking it all in. Then she felt Cathy’s hand at her neck, untying her bikini top. It fell, exposing her boobs.

Cathy broke off the kiss and looked at Polly.

“You’re such a beautiful young woman, Polly. May I kiss you?”

“Y-yes, Aunt Cathy. I’d like that.”

Cathy didn’t hesitate. She gently approached Polly’s lips and began softly kissing her. Polly responded in kind. Polly hardly noticed Rachel’s mouth latching on to one of her boobs as her sensual kiss with Cathy continued.

By the time she did notice, she was moaning into the kiss. Cathy took that as a positive sign, and slid a hand inside Polly’s bikini bottom. Her lips parted and Cathy began a soft up-and-down rubbing between them. Polly’s moaning increased, not surprisingly.

Cathy disengaged and smiled at Polly, who gasped a bit at the sudden lack of stimulation. She looked at Cathy questioningly.

“I think it’s time to dry off and take things to my bedroom. Rachel and I want to share all there is about our relationship with you. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“Omigod, yes. Soo much.”

“Good girl. Let’s go.”

And so Cathy’s large bed turned into a land of exploration for Polly that afternoon. Not in her wildest dreams could she have imagined what she’d experience with her aunt and cousin.

The apex came when she was over Cathy in a very erotic 69 coupling. Rachel approached from behind her and began an amazing tonguing of her back door. The unbelievable sensations caused a very intense climax she’d want to experience over and over again.

After Polly fell to the bed, a wet, sloppy mess, Rachel put a hand on her butt and began kissing her from behind. Cathy looked on approvingly. She was glad her bed could comfortably sleep three. They might not be leaving it much for the rest of Polly’s visit.

[thelunarfairy]

Hi, so… pleeeeeeease don't think I'm perverted XD please

It's just that I saw your answer about Hanako's sexual desire, so I was thinking…. you know, I ship Hanene a lot, so….

Do you think Hanako and Yashiro can… do… you know… S…

you know, if the two of them can do it….sometime?

For the love of God, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, and I'm not a peeeeervert

Oww sweetie, it's okay, I won't think you're a pervert hahaha

It's just curiosity, it's okay, talking about it is the most natural thing in the world, so don't worry, okay?

So, I think there is a possibility of Hanako and Yashiro having sexual involvement, but I believe the chances are very small.

There are some factors that lead us to this result.

Firstly, their relationship develops very slowly, and this is not without reason. Hanako is responsible for this, he and Yashiro could have started a relationship a long time ago.

Yashiro was going to accept Hanako's confession in the confession tree, which means that if he didn't ask her to reject it, they would be together now hahah in other words, Hanako is responsible for letting their relationship move slowly.

Yashiro gave him several opportunities to kiss her, but he avoided it for a long time, even though he wanted to kiss her back. Hanako doesn't do this for nothing or because he plays hard to get, no, he does it because he knows that their relationship would be very complicated to conceive.

He's a ghost, a murderer, a supernatural with a dark and cloudy past, he's insecure and afraid of himself, and he can't grow up. Even though he looks like a teenager now like Yashiro, he won't be able to keep up with her. And he still believes that he doesn't deserve to love or be loved by anyone. Hanako has many internal conflicts that he needs to resolve.

So he avoids it, he even tries to get away from her twice, in the PP arc and in the number six arc. He gives up on her even though he suffers from it, because he wanted her to live happily, even without him. He didn't resist when she went after him, she preferred him to having to live her "dream" life without him. Then he kissed her.

But despite the kiss, we didn't see the two talking about it. He kissed but soon after they changed the subject and time passed without either of them saying anything about it hahaha. Yashiro is afraid of putting pressure on Hanako, and he preferred to remain silent.

In other words, even though the kiss happened, there is still nothing serious between them, Nene decided that she will declare herself to him for this. She wants to be with him, but he shows no signs that he will accept being her boyfriend. He definitely wants to, but at the same time he avoids it because he's more realistic than Yashiro.

So, they took a while to hold hands and kiss, and even so the panel we had of the kiss was very distant. Hanako is perverted, yes, he has desires for Yashiro, yes, but he has impediments.

Hanako is now in love, so he will be more cautious around her. He won't stand around her or pressure her into having a sexual relationship, you don't see him having perverted interactions with her anymore. He hugs her a lot, but he doesn't talk as often about perverted things as he used to, it was very subtle but you could tell. He is now embarrassed.

Yes, don't forget that Hanako is also Amane, and Amane is shy. Hanako likes to flirt, he has confidence in it, but Amane doesn't.

If this is to happen, it will be at a very intense moment. Or during an intense romantic interaction, whether it's a long kiss or something, or a near loss.

Like what happened before the kiss, they had to go through a prolonged separation and a dramatic reunion before they could have their first kiss. So, for the apex of the relationship to happen, it would have to be something in that style. Did you see how it was with Hakubo and Sumire? After 100 years, to destroy the boundary, a dramatic and intense moment.

Another factor, the one who has a lot of desire is Hanako, and if he's avoiding it I think that will make things more difficult. It would be unlikely that Yashiro would take the initiative for this, so he would have to do so.

Let's think about something else, I don't know how Aidairo deals with this but, Hanako and Yashiro are teenagers, it's different from Hakubo and Sumire who are adults. Two teenagers, one with a thirteen-year-old body, and another with a sixteen-year-old, having sex… I don't know. They say that in Japan the age of "consent" was thirteen, but this year they changed it to sixteen. So I don't know whether or not she would do scenes like that if she considers their age.

Personally, I think it's very difficult for us to see, it could happen, it could, but the possibilities are very small. And in the worst case scenario, the scene we would have would be the same as Hakubo and Sumire's (please no)

I think if it happens, it will be very discreet, just like their kiss. Aidairo even showed Tsukasa's kiss up close, but Hanako and Yashiro's didn't, I felt harmed hahahaha

Anyway, let's see what will happen, JSHK likes to surprise us, so let them surprise us.

I hope you liked it, thanks for the ask! ♡

[dreamy625]

Mystery machine - one-shot

Words: 5140

Content: Halloween shenanigans. For once, a whole-band fic rather than a Steve-specific one. Shout out to the OG Def Leppard Halloween fic: https://defkisshalen.tumblr.com/post/632162929321672704/since-i-cant-draw-for-crap-i-thought-i-might 

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“Everyone, this is Susie.”

Susie smiles and gives a little nervous wave at the band members scattered around the lounge area of the bus.

“So, this is Phil.”

The moon is still waxing, so he’s more or less human at this point, but the big grin he gives the newcomer displays some unusually large and pointed teeth. Susie feels the faint vestigial fleeing instinct of an ancient shrew-like ancestor facing an apex predator, but smiles back politely. 

“Sav’s already retired to his tank, but this is Gloria, his girlfriend.”

Susie looks to where Joe is pointing but can’t see… “Oh. The… err… fish?”

Gloria swims to the front of her bowl and blows a cloud of bubbles in greeting.

“Right. How do I…?”

“Oh, she can hear you. And you can tap on the glass, but just gently or it gives her a headache. Sav can translate if you wanna chat.”

“Lovely to meet you, Gloria.”

“Of course, you’ve met Steve before,” the pale glowy outline of a slender, long-haired man raises its hand in greeting, “and that’s his better half, Cassie.”

“Hi Susie, welcome to Munster Mansion!”

Joe glances around uncertainly, “And someone’s invisible...”

“...but we don’t know who...” chimes in Phil.

“…because we can’t see them.”

Cassie shakes her head, “It’s Rick. Obviously. They’re just idiots. I think he went out with Kate, but of course you can never be sure.”

“Is Kate invisible too?”

“No, she’s a shapeshifter, so she could be anywhere, or indeed, anything.” Joe laughs, “Just don’t sit down or plug anything into the mains without checking!”

“Uh, useful tip. Noted.”

Cassie notices that poor Susie is looking increasingly uncomfortable. “Come sit here, fellow human.” She pats the seat next to her, “This is definitely just a cushion!”

Gratefully, Susie sits down. “Thanks. It really is lovely to finally meet everyone. I’m just not great with new, err…” she glances at Gloria gliding serenely around in her bowl, “people.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be one of the family in no time.”

“The Addams Family!” chips in Joe, rifling through the fridge for drinks.

“Pretty much!” agrees Cassie laughing. “After all, everyone’s secretly some kind of weirdo deep down, aren’t they?”

“I guess. But you’re not…?”

“Well, I’m a witch. But that’s something I do, not something I am. So yeah, I’m normal.”

Phil snickers, “Apart from the necrophilia!”

“Shut up, Muttley. Anyway, that would be spectrophilia.” She turns back to Susie, “Ghosts, not corpses. Yuck. And just the one ghost actually, I don’t have a ‘thing’ about it.”

“Course you don't, sweetie,” says Steve with a smirk, “you were just hanging around in that cemetery entirely innocently.” 

“For the hundredth time, I was collecting herbs!”

“So that’s how you two met, in a graveyard?”

“Yup.” Seeing the slightly startled expression on her face, he clarifies, “It wasn’t mine. I was visiting Bonzo. He was out, but then I saw this pretty girl lurking among the headstones and had to meet her.”

“He actually came up behind me and said boo!” she giggles.

“So I’m not great with new people either,” mumbles Steve, staring at the carpet through his feet.

Cassie smiles at him fondly, “It worked though, didn't it. Of course, I didn’t realise he was a ghost at first. It was pretty dark, and I didn’t have my glasses on.”

“And I didn’t realise she wasn’t a ghost, ‘cause of the make-up and the cloak.”

“My goth phase.”

“Didn’t find out until our second date…”

“When we were so busy talking we weren’t looking where we were going and I walked into a wall…”

“And I walked through it.”

“It was a shock, but by then…” she tilts her head to Steve’s phantasmal shoulder, causing a rosy pink glow to flare around them. “So we… figured it out. To be honest, the rock band thing has been more of an adjustment. You’d think, if you hooked up with a ghost, you’d be off haunting an old castle somewhere, not watching him play on Top of the Pops!”

Susie’s eyebrows lift with curiosity, “How can you still play if you can’t touch anything?”

“Vibrations. Music’s all just vibrations. I’m energy, vibrations are energy, I am the music.”

“That’s so… poetic.”

Steve’s outline shimmers in a spectral blush and he ducks his head bashfully.

“What he means is, he waves his hands over the strings and noise comes out,” interrupts Phil, sprawled across the seat on the other side of the aisle. “Ooh, is that how you two…? Vibrations, heh heh heh.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “That’s for amateurs. Astral projection. Everyone’s the same on the astral plane.”

“One of the great secrets of mysticism and you two are using it for a quick shag?”

“Why not? It’s what everyone else is using it for!” Cassie reaches out and flutters her fingers through her boyfriend’s hazy forearm. There is a little shower of purple sparks, and he giggles. “The vibration thing is more ticklish than sexy anyway.” 

“Your own personal theremin!” exclaims Susie delightedly, then claps her hand over her mouth in fear she has inadvertently been rude and spectrophobic.

Cassie laughs, “I’ve always thought more a plasma lamp, but that works too.” She runs her fingers along the glowy plane that is Steve’s thigh and he responds with a spooky howling noise. “Awesome! New game!”

Just then the bus door opens with a hiss, and a stack of precariously balanced pizza boxes floats up the steps. Susie’s mouth drops open in surprise, but when no one else reacts, she remembers. This must be Rick. The boxes and assorted bags are dumped down onto the table.

“So we’ve got Meat Feast with extra rare steak for Phil, Hawaiian for Joe and Susie - I can’t believe you’ve found someone who shares your heretical taste in pizza! And two veggies for the rest of us.” An invisible hand starts delving into the bags. “Plus dips, cheesy bread, hard-boiled egg for Gloria…” This is tossed to Cassie who starts to crumble it into Gloria’s bowl, “and Lucozade for Steve.”

“Mmm, sugar.”

“And… funny - I don’t remember getting Doritos?”

The bag of chips flickers, then transforms first into a head of lettuce, then a carriage clock, then a chicken, and finally into a girl with blonde curly hair perched on the edge of the table. 

“Sorry babe, I was tired, didn’t wanna walk.”

Ignoring the muttered ‘cheeky cow’ from her disembodied boyfriend, she sticks out her hand, “Kate, and you must be Susie?”

Susie nods and, somewhat gingerly, shakes the proffered hand, fearful that it could become something else any second. 

Kate reaches over to the counter, picks up a red baseball cap, and places it on Rick’s head. “Bus hat,” she explains to Susie, “stops us from bumping into him all the time.”

A small frown creases Susie’s brow, “So… we can see the hat, but not the rest of his clothes?”

There is a chorus of snickering from around the table.

“Um, that’s something it’s best not to think about too much, love,” replies her boyfriend with a sly grin.

After a beat, Susie’s eyes widen, “OH!”

“I know,” agrees Cassie. “We’ve told him it’s not hygienic but…”

“Hey, I wash!” protests the baseball cap.

“And also one of the reasons he resists all my offers to try and turn him back.”

“Why would I want to go back? This is ultimate freedom. And I get into movies for free.”

“How did you… if it’s not rude to ask?”

“Accident involving an Etch-a-sketch, a microwave oven, and a cursed tamborine.”

“Should’ve read the instructions.”

“Cursed objects don’t tend to come with a manual, Joe.”

“I meant the microwave. Rick turning invisible was a minor inconvenience, having to explain to the landlord why the microwave was now glowing bright orange and playing ‘Daydream believer’ on a constant loop was more of a problem!”

Kate’s hand is dragged sideways in front of Joe’s face and all the fingers, except the middle one, folded down by an unseen hand.

“Get off! Do your own swearing, weirdo!”

“I guess there are occasional downsides,” mutters Rick.

The door wheezes open again and the sickest looking person Susie has ever seen shambles onto the bus.  

“Evening girls and ghouls. If we’ve got everyone now, shall we make a move?”

Joe does a quick head, or hat, count. “Yep, all present and correct. Thanks Bert.”

“Driver,” he explains to Susie.

“Zombie,” adds Phil.

“Oh yeah, sorry, forgot to tell you that one. He’s great, doesn’t need to sleep so we can travel 24 hours a day if we need to.”

“Except if he turns the wheel too vigorously, he tends to pull an arm off and we have to get out the sewing kit!”

“A small price to pay for getting to gigs on time.”

“And the, err, brains thing?”

“Oh don’t worry, apparently Wendy’s burgers are just as good. Which is worrying if you think about it.”

Apart from occasionally getting distracted by the sight of a slice of pizza floating in mid-air before disappearing bite by bite, and Steve’s drink seemingly evaporating, the level going down without the glass moving an inch, Susie finds herself almost forgetting that these new friends are anything out of the ordinary. She even stops registering the thrum and sway of the bus as Bert, presumably all limbs still attached, steers them safely towards the next city. The rest of the evening passes in drinks and friendly banter and a card game which is acrimoniously abandoned after it is discovered that Kate had only pretended to go to the bathroom and had in fact transformed into an extra ace, giving Rick a winning hand three games in a row. Eventually the day-people start to yawn and the group reluctantly concedes that it is time to retire for the night. Only Phil, tending to nocturnal even during the non-transforming parts of the lunar cycle, expresses a wish to stay up, but he promises to play his guitar quietly, and no howling. As the others say their goodnights he reminds them that someone needs to put Gloria to bed.

“No worries.” Joe picks up the bowl and Gloria makes a grateful kissy face at him through the glass. 

In the sleeping area, where one of the sets of bunks should be is a large welded metal box with a lid. The faint purr of a filtration pump comes from within. Joe levers up the corner of the lid and, as gently as possible, pours the angelfish in to join her mate. He wishes the couple goodnight before snapping the lid closed again.

“How did you even get a tour bus with a giant built-in fishtank?”

“Surprisingly easily. The company that did it had just done one with a sensory deprivation tank for Peter Gabriel, so they didn’t even question it. It’s more difficult to explain why our rider includes 800 gallons of purified water!”

In the close confines of the bunk area, Susie can see why Rick’s visibility hat is an essential; it’s hard enough to navigate through the narrow corridor with random bits of luggage scattered about and the floor strewn with odd socks and guitar picks, without adding an invisible person-sized obstacle to the mix. She makes sure to know where the drummer and his partner are before entering the tiny communal washroom, but still finds herself eyeing the shelves full of toiletries warily. 

This is Susie’s first tour bus experience and it reminds her of camp. If cabins vibrated. And had snoring, farting, musicians in them. She’s still trying to get to sleep when suddenly a flash of purple shows around the edges of the curtain and there are two mingled screams, quickly muffled.

She clutches at Joe’s shoulder. “What was that?” Joe, half-asleep, just mumbles an unintelligible ‘mmpf’. “That. The flash, and the screaming!”

Joe wraps an arm around her. “Don’t worry about it. You see how small these compartments are? Well to get more space, Cassie sleeps on the bed and Steve hovers up by the ceiling. But his altitude control isn’t great when he’s asleep, so sometimes he drops down onto and, well, into, Cassie. And apparently a sudden unexpected full-body… smush… isn’t pleasant for either party.” Susie, remembering the prickly feeling when her hand brushed Steve’s arm, can believe that. “They used to have a top bunk, but one time, when he was drunk, he fell all the way through to Phil on the one below, which no one enjoyed, so now we make them have one of the lower berths.”

“I didn’t know ghosts could get drunk?”

“Sure they can. Why do you think they’re called spirits!”

Susie groans. Shifting her limbs once more to try and find a comfortable position in the cramped space she has a thought, “Can you do that? Hover?”

“Sadly no. Swoop, soar, glide, no problem. But no hovering.”

When Joe had first revealed that his bandmates also each had their own special talents and features, he’d been quite dismissive of his own gift, thinking it mundane compared to the others. But Susie had assured him it is just as impressive, plus useful - for example not needing the stairs if the lift’s broken - and also noting that it has the benefit of being minimally inconvenient and easy to hide.

“I mean, poor Rick can’t even see his feet to put his boots on, and Phil has no choice about growing fur and howling at the moon…”

“To be fair, he did that before he was a werewolf too.”

“... but you just have to remember not to jump off tall buildings when anyone’s looking. It’s an amazing talent with no downside, you’re so lucky!”

“I guess if you put it like that. Just, if you’ve always been able to do something, it doesn’t seem so special.”

“It seems special to me. You literally swept me off my feet!”

“Well you were going to get hit by that lighting truss.”

“You’re basically Superman!”

“Without the tights.”

“That could be arranged…”

When Susie wakes she finds she is alone in the bunk and the bus has stopped moving. Low-voiced conversation, interspersed with giggling, is coming from Steve & Cassie’s compartment, but most of the other curtains are pulled back. Stepping carefully to avoid treading on any items that might unexpectedly turn out to be Kate, she makes her way to the front lounge and finds Joe and Phil noodling on a couple of acoustics and drinking tea. Looking out the window, the bus seems to be parked in a mostly empty car park next to a big grey box of a building. 

“Morning guys. Where are we?”

“Morning, love. Err, Tennessee? No… err? I don’t know. They’re all starting to look the same.”

“Nowheresville, Arkansas,” supplies Phil, pausing his strumming to wave vaguely at the bottom half of the tattered map pinned to a cupboard door. 

“Sounds exciting. Is it okay if I take a shower?”

“Sure, Bert topped up the tanks when we got here. Or you can go across to the venue - probably communal but the water will be hotter.”

“I think I’ll cope.”

“I’d join you but I can only get in that little box if I crouch down.”

“But I’d fit just fine!” offers Phil, waggling his eyebrows.

Susie, not the tiniest bit tempted, ignores him and heads back through the bunk area, where she encounters Sav, dripping wet and wearing nothing but shorts and a towel turbaned around his head having just emerged from his tank. He’s carrying Gloria in her bowl under his arm. Not a morning person at the best of times, he looks confused by her presence until a few glubbing noises from Gloria remind him, 

“Oh, of course, Susie. Nice to finally meet the girl Joe will not shut up about!”

She notices that the hand raised in greeting has slight webbing between the fingers, but apart from that and the almost imperceptible lines of gills either side of his neck, he looks entirely, and indeed very nicely, human-shaped. She’s not sure what she was expecting - scales and fins maybe? In the mythopedia of Def Leppard, the entry for Sav would be frustratingly short - no one knew, and he wasn’t telling, how his particular condition had come about. When asked, Joe had just shrugged and said the bass player had always been amphibious. 

Blushing at both the expanse of bare bassist skin and the gratifying thought of Joe raving about her to his friends, she responds, “Good to meet you too. Say, you haven’t seen Rick around have you?”

Sav grinned, “No, not for about five years!”

“Duh, stupid question! I meant… I’m going for a shower and I just wanted to check…”

Sav reaches up to the shelf above his tank. “He might have gone shopping with Kate.” He hands her a golf club, “But wave that around when you go in, just to be sure.”

After a, thankfully, drummer-free shower, the rest of the day passes in preparations for the gig that night. It seems there are extra challenges to putting on a show where none of the participants are quite what they seem. In addition to the usual issues of poor acoustics, broken bulbs, and missing cables, Sav needs to be periodically misted with water to keep his skin moist, Steve keeps walking through amps and fusing the electrics, and someone needs to watch Phil and stop him from chasing any squirrels in the vicinity. The crew however are unflappable and manage all these problems as if they are entirely commonplace (to Susie’s mind, some of those guys also look like they might be of the supernatural persuasion, but then bloodshot eyes, growling, and eyebrows that meet in the middle seem to be pretty standard even for fully-human roadies!). By 6pm, everyone is ready and everything is tested and in its place. The support band appear for their soundcheck at 6:30pm, and the reason for their absence during the day is obvious even to Susie’s unpractised eye. Vampires. She hangs around for a while to watch - they’re pretty good, and surprisingly lively considering they just woke up - before leaving them to their monitor adjustments and complaints about the lingering smell of garlic from the catering truck.

When Susie pops down to the dressing room to wish her boyfriend good luck for the show, she finds him practising his singing in the showers, his feet just slightly leaving the floor during the high notes. The other guys are variously warming up on their guitars, picking at the buffet, or fussing with their hair. To be honest, that last one is just Sav - apparently spending 12 hours a day under water gives you terrible frizz! Susie watches with interest as Cassie casts an energising spell for the boys, and then a protection spell for all the performers and crew. ‘Just in case’, she says. Leaving their partners to carry out their final preparations and pre-show rituals, all the girls head out to the auditorium. Well, all the girls except Gloria, who doesn’t enjoy all the jostling from the crowds and so is safely ensconced in the tech booth with Phay.

The support band are just finishing their set and seem to be going down okay with the crowd. At least three-quarters of the audience are clapping and swaying along, but they’re interspersed with tough-looking blokes in trucker hats and dirty denim standing with folded arms - maybe they’re not keen on men in spandex and eyeliner? 

Susie had seen Leppard perform a couple of times before, in her pre-Joe life, but always way up in the nosebleeds, never this close to the stage. When the curtain drops, her eyes of course go straight to her boyfriend. He is absolutely in his element, strutting and preening and bouncing around the stage like he owns it. Which, effectively, he does! Phil, who apparently has not learned a single lesson from being turned into a werewolf by a resentful one-night stand, is flirting with all the women in the front three rows; the idiom ‘once bitten twice shy’ means nothing to him. Sav is also turning on the charm, slinking around the stage with a sinuous gait that makes Susie wonder if his origin might be more eel than fish. With the smoke machines and the lights, Steve looks somewhat ethereal but real enough and, even from right in front of the stage, you can’t tell that he’s not actually touching the strings. And then Rick, poor Rick, who used to play in nothing but the tiniest of shorts and drum gloves, but now has to wear trousers, a long sleeved shirt, socks, and, most annoyingly, a wig and make-up, just looks really hot, with sweat already pouring off him after the first few songs.

After the final encore, the girls make their way backstage, arriving at the dressing room at the same time as an agitated member of venue staff who comes running from the opposite direction.

“Guys! You’ve got to get out of here! Fast! Some of the locals… they’re turning nasty… they… they know what you are.” 

He gestures in the direction of Rick, currently appearing as just a pair of socks and a towel, and Steve, looking more like a cliché haunted-house ghost than usual as his outline fills with the cigarette smoke that Cassie is deliberately wafting in his direction. 

“Shit, not again.” Joe immediately leaps into action - literally, as he covers the length of the changing room in a half-jump, half-swoop - “Sav! Get out of the shower!” he yells, “We’ve got an angry mob incoming!” Casting his eyes around the room, he realises someone’s missing, “Where’s Phil?”

“Where he always is after a show - humping someone’s leg!” says Rick’s disembodied voice.

“I swear to god one day I’m going to get him neutered. Right, I’ll go find him, be ready to leave when we get back.” On his way out the door he pats Susie, who’s still standing frozen to the spot, on the shoulder, “Stay with Cassie, okay love. You’ll be fine.”

Cassie smiles a tight little smile, “Start packing, I’ll explain.” 

With Steve keeping watch in the corridor, the girls join Rick and Sav in speedily stuffing clothes into duffel bags and guitars into flight cases. 

“When people realise we’re… unnatural is the word they tend to use… it doesn’t tend to go down well. They get pretty keen on us leaving their town - think villagers storming the castle with pitchforks.” She looks up at Susie’s now-pale, wide-eyed face, “It’s okay, we’re good at fast exits, and Bert’s a great getaway driver!”

“Does it happen a lot?”

“No, just occasionally, in the smaller, more rural places. We usually get away with it because people think it’s a gimmick, smoke and mirrors. You’d be amazed how many of the supernaturally-abled are hiding in plain sight in bands, theatre, circus acts, and magicians of course.”

“What, like… David Copperfield?”

“Wizard.”

“Siegfried & Roy?”

“Not wizards. Least, I don’t think so. A wizard probably wouldn’t get eaten by his own tiger!”

“Joe and Phil are coming,” announces Steve, sticking his head through the dressing room wall, “are we nearly done?”

“Just about,” answers Sav. “Sorry about this sweetheart, it’s just ‘till we’re safely on the bus,” he consoles Gloria as he pours her into a plastic bag, tightening the knot with his teeth. 

Errant guitarist retrieved, and with Rick, hopefully safest of all of them in his invisibility, leading the way, they set off quickly but cautiously through the labyrinth of corridors towards the back exit. Before they even reach it they can hear shouting and someone banging on the door. 

“Quick, this way. I’ll take you to the loading bay. Your bus is waiting there.”

It is the same venue employee who came to warn them earlier. As they follow behind him, Susie thinks she catches sight of a rather more pointed than usual ear half-hidden under his hair and understands why he is so eager to help them. She hopes whatever strategies he’s using to stay hidden are enough to keep him safe in this troubled town.

Suddenly she remembers something,“What about Eternal Blade? Surely they’re a bigger target than any of us?”

“They were already on their bus and gone before we finished, off to make some new friends in the nearest city with some sleazy late-hours clubs.”

“They say country people taste funny!” quips Rick.

When they reach the cargo exit, Steve pushes his face through the roller shutter and surveys the scene outside. Bert has parked as close as he can get to the exit, but there is still about 75 yards of semi-open ground to cover; Any closer and the bus would be trapped if the crowd blocked the access ramp. He can’t see any people, but he can hear the clamour of a discontented crowd from the other side of the building.

“Coast’s clear,” he reports, “for now.”

“The door’s quite loud, so I’d make a run for it as soon as you can get under it. Your crew are loading up in the next bay, so hopefully that’ll cover some of the noise.”

As everyone lines up behind the door, Sav turns back, “Thank you… we didn’t get your name?”

“Alvin.”

“Thank you, Alvin. You gonna be okay here?”

“Yeah, I’m used to it. I’ve been beaten up more often for being called Alvin than for anything else!” He presses the open button and the shutter starts to lift. “Good luck out there.”

It seems to take an hour of clanking and grating before the gap is big enough to duck through. Joe, who appears to have gone into SAS mode, barks ‘GO GO GO’ and they’re off, running as best they can given the amount of luggage they’re carrying. Alerted by the noise, a swarm of people is rounding the corner of the building and a shout goes up when they spot the fleeing band. Phil, guitar case and duffel bag strapped across his back, drops to all fours; Joe and Steve would probably be faster in the air than on the ground, but neither of them would dream of leaving their earthbound partners.

“Shit, this is worse than normal!” Joe glances back over his shoulder, "Baseball bats and shotguns!"

The short distance to the bus feels like a mile, but being tour-fit and terrified speeds their progress until at last they pile onto the bus, flinging bags and flight cases haphazardly ahead of them down the aisle, with Susie and Joe bringing up the rear. As soon as the singer has both feet on the steps, Bert slams the door shut and pulls out of the loading bay as fast as a rattly and overloaded old bus can accelerate. They careen across the car park, the large tank of water in their midsection causing a concerning degree of instability, dishes and cans of baked beans tumbling from unsecured cupboards. Clinging onto the partition behind the driver’s seat, Susie watches through the side windows as their pursuers keep chasing. She whips her head round when she hears Bert growl ‘shit!’ and steer the bus abruptly to the left. Through the windscreen she spots the source of his alarm and grabs Joe’s shoulder.

“Joe! There’s a gate!”

Phil lurches up behind them, “What’s going on? Why have we turned round?”

"Car park gate's shut, we can't get out."

“Fuck. Can we ram it?”

“In this thing? We’d be smashed to bits!” He glances back at the angry mob, starting to catch them up as they’re now going in a circle. “I’m going to have to go out there. Bert, can you open the door while we’re still moving?”

“Yup, got a safety override.”

“I’ll jump out, then you do another loop round while I open it.”

“Joe, no!”

“I’ll be fine,” his voice doesn’t sound as sure as he’s making out, “I can fly, remember.”

“They’ve got guns!”

“I’ll dodge.”

As the bus reaches the end of the car park and lurches round in the direction of the gate once again, Bert pulls on the two levers that’ll force the door to open. 

Eyes darting from the large and very solid-looking gate in front of them, to the armed vigilantes now almost within touching distance on both sides of the bus, to her frightened friends huddled in the aisle in their pairs, to her oh so brave but reckless boyfriend hanging halfway out of the opened door, Susie feels like she has never been so scared in her life; the panic is pulsing white-hot behind her eyes. As she turns back to the windscreen, she hears, no, feels, a crack and a flash of light like a firework going off right in her face. She hears a gasp from the driver and, almost in sync, ‘bloody ‘ell’ from Phil and Joe. When her vision clears, she sees that the steel bars that moments ago had blocked their way have sprung open. It takes a second for Bert’s undead brain to process the change, but then he stomps hard on the gas pedal and, with a screech of rubber on asphalt, the bus hurtles through the gateway and clear of the baying mob. 

After a moment when everyone is too busy falling over and grabbing onto bits of furniture to speak, there is a cry of ‘yessss!’ from Rick, and a ‘woohoo!’ from Steve. The sudden acceleration had sent him backwards into the fridge and his hazy hair is streaked with strawberry yogurt.

“God, I really thought we were a goner that time,” said Sav, looking round for a suitable receptacle to decant his girlfriend into. “What happened?”

Joe and Phil, the only passengers with a clear view of the event, look at each other blankly.

“I… don’t know…”

“There was a sort of… pulse…”

“And the gates just…” Joe makes an expansive gesture with his hands.

“Pinged open!”

Joe turns to Susie, “Did you see… hey, are you okay?” When there’s no answer he steers her to a seat and kneels down in front of her. “Babe?”

“I… I think… I think… I did it?”

“Did what, love?”

“The gates. The…” she makes the same Moses-parting-the-Red-Sea gesture, “Something came from here,” she points at her head, “and…out… and pushed the gates open!”

Cassie claps her hands together, “Telekinesis! Moving things with your mind. It’s a well-known phenomenon. Well maybe not so well-known,” she adds looking at the vacant expressions that surround her.

“Like a superpower?” asks Steve.

Joe turns back to his girlfriend, a delighted grin on his face, “Hear that? You’ve got a superpower!”

“I do?” she says with a slightly less certain smile back at him.

“Welcome to the family, love,” says Phil, leaning over to ruffle her hair.

-----------------------------

Apologies to all Arkansas residents and wearers of trucker hats and denim who aren't pitchfork-wielding rednecks!

[malka-lisitsa]

if you're all about "not hiding behind a grey face", how about you tell us who you think the first anon was if you're so sure? be the apex bitch you say you are.

Oh, now who has the terrible reading comprehension? I said I was p sure I knew who the anon who asked about the competition was, bc she's stated similar things before with almost the exact same wording.

You, are so generic, you could literally be anyone.

Being the apex bitch means I get to make my own choices and call my own shots and your pathetic attempts to goad me are just not accomplishing what you want them to. I've eaten you alive every single ask, and while I admire your relentless pursuit of masochism, I'm getting a little bored now. I'm clearly well loved as I'm sure you've been stalking the comments on these asks, and so I really don't need your love and approval. If you're that salty about me sweetie just block me and move on with your life.

Your hurt feelings are not my responsibility to manage. That's all you booboo. Xoxoxo

[hemipenal-system]

oh yeah i also fucking love this one. its so good to me when domestication is a uniquely human trait (especially when combined with Humans Are Space Orcs / Earth Is A Deathworld)

qilan, vaguely cervid species: hey so why do you have an apex predator curled up in your lap?

human 1, whose clingy ass german shepherd is fully laying on top of them for scritches: oh yeah, don’t worry about Serial Killer! he’s an absolute sweetie. that’s right, aren’t you, boy?

vala, vaguely lupine species: 👀

human 2: yeah vala this is probably weird for you huh

vala, so horny she can’t think and wishing human 2 would leash her like that: yup yeah mhm its strange

human diplomat who has to be briefed on “stop fucking trying to pet everything. yes a lot of the people you’re interacting with have very soft fur and quite a lot of them do like being scritched but you can’t just do it and frankly it’s bad conduct during a peace meeting”

[bamboozlesforthefoozles]

This has got to be Loba's best skin

[ohthatsviolet]

Bangalore: Good work, kill leader.

Me:

[baeshijima]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

A/N : oMG YOO ITS BEEN WAY TOO LONG SINCE I LAST POSTED ANY STREAMER CONTENT KSLDFS (ಥ _ ಥ) BUT IM BACK !!! AND WITH OUR BELOVED GIGACHAD, ARATAKI NUMERO UNO ITTO ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

masterlist

wE’RE BACK TO STREAMER AU AFTER 6387562507349750TREYURET034 YEARS

 AND WITH STREAMER ITTO ??!?!?!?"!$"£%^ 

pog.

poggers

poggies

pogu—

ahem

anywho 👩‍🦯

our one and oni gigachad of gigachads, ARATAK1TTO, here would most definitely make a top tier streamer

i mean it

nO BC HE’D BE SUCH A FUN AND ENTERTAINING MULTI STREAMER ????

I SWEAR, ONE MOMENT HE’D BE KO-ING IN VALORANT OR APEX, THEN HE’D BE DOING 50 POKÉMON TCG BOX OPENINGS TO TRY AND GET CHANDELURE/GENGAR VMAX, THEN HE’D BE OUT VLOGGING WHILE BEATLE HUNTING SHIRTLESS

at this point it’s just a talent of his that his community have just,,,, had no choice but to accept their weird but loveable strimmer

i won’t lie, itto is just chaos incarnate

the physical representation of the elmo hellfire gif

the type to have that super obnoxious, yet cute and contagious laugh that sounds more like a wheeze but gets covered up by the loud slapping of his hand on his keyboard bc he missed the actual desk space if he’s not choking

probably leaned so far back once that he just fell off his spinny gamer chair and nearly knocked the desk over

ngl, there have been multiple petitions hosted by his community

one of which being :

pls give our questionable strimmer software funds so he can afford 3 new monitors, a keyboard, a mouse, endless lollipops, and life support to help him survive in his own room <33

he snacks and eats sm on stream that it would be weird if he doesn’t eat abt 10 mins after the last thing he ate

mf probably has a hexbug collection too

but speaking of community, he’s one of those streamers that everyone just,,, knows even without ever watching him

well, it’s purely for all his chaotic moments that went viral and got turned into a meme

which is literally every waking moment he records himself

also just gets KAPPA’d and OMEGALUL’d and UNLUCKYYYYYYYY 99.5% of the time he streams <//3

. . .

itto sweetie ur doing great, i swear

:’)

and another thing that really stands out with his community is that they’re not just ??? a community ???

like

they’re literally all bros

one big diverse, confused, wholesome family of bros

bros before hoes—

he also just calls everyone “bro”, “dude”, “man”, “buddy”, “pal” and “homie”

unironically calls his friends “babe” too

when voice chatting on streams he’s caused more misunderstandings than u can imagine :’)

unlike the other two streamers i have posted abt (albedo — whose community is just the epitome of wholesome — and childe — whose community is just the literal spawn of the devil), itto’s community just has this super warm and comfortable, yet chaotic vibe ??

idk how to explain it

u gotta be there in the discord server especially to know what i mean

all the times they voice chat, have a big watch party of an anime/movie/series, have a massive and stupidly competitve game night (probably pkmn tcg online or who can get the biggest in agar.io or smth)

but real talk, there have been so many instances where they all hype each other up to do dumb shit, as well as help one another through their lowest days that it honestly just takes the top spot as the number one community KJHSLJ

PLS THEY’RE ALL SO OPEN WITH EACH OTHER ???? BC ITTO’S COMMUNITY REALLY IS JUST ONE BIG FAMILY AT THIS POINT 😭🖐

definitely played doki doki literature club once bc his chat said that it was a super cute and fun game and he was down bc wow, cute girls and a fun dating sim? count him in!

that was until he actually got into it

there are many… many clips of him freaking out 

they all went viral, as expected—

“iF yOu LoVe Me leT me goOoOOOOOOooOo~~~”

beatboxes 74.2% of the time he’s on stream

but this big ole puppy has lots n lots of plushies !!! i just know he does !!!!

one of his favs is this bull plushie that he always has on him just to rest his head :(

lots of fanarts of him with the bull as his lil mascot 

so much so that it’s now his actual mascot 😭

he also has one of those little chomper thingies that u attach to ur charger as a gift from one of his viewers !!!

it’s a smol cow one (≧︶≦)

probably has quite a few pets !!

maybe like,,, 3 dogs, 1 cat, a couple of hamsters, maybe some ferrets,

and a goat

mans probably lives on a farm with horses and 10 cows or smth

wouldn’t be surprised

it’s probably why he’s broke tbh

nOW ONTO HIM BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER ?!?

well

it all started on this one, fateful day 

he was doing a pokémon tcg box opening and rambling abt his authentic hexbug collection (u know, as u do) when a viewer sent in a tts :

“hey boss !! (that’s what they call him when doing a tts ;-;) have u tried the game: genshin impact yet?”

and that folks is the beginning of him spiralling down the hell known as genshin <33

now

after finishing up his pkmn unboxing, he searched up the game and downloaded it !!

truthfully, he has heard of it, but it didn’t really interest him all that much at first

in other words, he’s only gonna give it a try bc his chat wanted him too (when he asked if they reallyyyy wanted him to play it and they all spammed yes, he gave in JHJKS)

while waiting for the download to finish, he began just going through the official website to see the characters

by this point, it would be around the 1.3 update, so the lantern rite festival would be the ongoing event in-game !!

so he’s going through the mondstadt character list:

“alright, not bad! this diluc guy looks like batman with his dark clothes, so that’s pretty cool! kaeya looks suspicious tho. could never be me.”

also thought fischl looked super cool too

he thought albedo was a cat until he saw diona, who was an actual cat of sorts

now thinks albedo looks like a puppy

then he gets onto the liyue characters:

“WOAH! WHO’S THIS?! XIAO? MAN DOES HE LOOK AWESOME, AHAHAHA!”

so yeah

he’s part of xiao nation now :’))

but then he noticed his chat spamming similar things

“wait where’s (y/n)???? they left out my beloved adepti ARATAKISOB”

“(y/n) modCheck”

“zhongli’s righthand adepti has perished ;-;”

“liyue’s nuke where KEKL”

and itto just sat there, being the confused bby he is like:

“(y/n)? who dat? 🤨”

and his chat went W I L D

next thing he knows, he has an influx of tts screamers, ppl spamming words of affection for u, others tryna send pics of u in-game + links of ur official art—

it seems his chat are all part of (y/n) nation (and rightfully so wink wonk—)

he managed to get hold of one of the links to ur official art promoting the 1.3 update and. . .

oh my

u hear the sound of that?

that’s the sound of itto’s jaw positively dropping to the floor and his heart stopping.

it was so quiet on his end that his chat had thought he died or smth 🤡

tho, that wouldn’t be all that far from the truth bc hOLY ???? IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A CHARACTER TO LOOK SO BADASS AND STUNNING AND SO FREAKING LOVEABLE N ADORABLE AT THE SAME TIME ?????”!”!£?$£$£^%&

itto be running laps rn

heart pumping, mind spinning, and a big goofy grin to top it all off

MISSION: convert mr aratak1tto from xiao nation to (y/n) nation has been a success !!

so when he realises that ur gonna be released in this current new update after xiao banner (in place of keqing bc as much as i love her, she’s a standard banner so i can easily replace her with ur release :’)), he’s now super pumped and impatient for the game to finish downloading

his chat get a front row view of him going through ur character demo, trailer, previews, art, and then him tapping his monitor screens in hopes it’ll speed up

they approve of their strimmer’s actions. 100000000000/10 !!

and once it does download? he’s right on it 🐥

until he realises he won’t see you until he finishes the prologue with mondstadt

and that xiao’s banner is still ongoing so he can’t even get u

f in the chat for aratak1tto sir 😔💔

but he forgot abt all that once the game displays it’s immaculate graphics

mans is hypnotised by dvalin roar and venti disappearing

NO BUT ONCE HE UNLOCKS WISHES HE’S SO CLUELESS

“luck? why would i need luck? i’m the luckiest man alive! just you all watch and see the greatness that is arataki itto—” *starts choking or smth as usual*

thought he was god when he got noelle in his first 10 pull until someone told him everyone gets her in their first multi on beginner <//3

n e who he did another multi on beginner and got another noelle

noelle gang rise—

no but i can actually see him as a noelle main pls 😭

but anyway he goes through the prologue, ranking up, screaming while fighting slimes and hilichurls, screaming while running from mitachurls, abyss mages, whopperflowers and ruin guards, screams while tryna steal the holy lyre der himmel, then just goes spin to win with noelle 25/8

shield mitachurls his beloathed until he remembers he has amber <//3

contrary to popular belief within his community, he actually completed the prologue quicker than they thought

and by that i mean within abt 4 hours or so

they all think he just wanted to meet u as soon as possible HKJHSDKL

bUT NOW HE’S IN LIYUE !! 

makes his way through the region to liyue harbour, only to discover more enemies to go on his beloathed list, which incurs more shouting on end and free entertainment for his chat :’))

enter: liyue harbour ~~

and w o w

the visuals are just ??? so cool ???

he was told by his chat to complete the liyue archon quest, and he would’ve sighed if it weren’t for the fact they told him u would be introduced in the first act

h a

itto is positively whipped and he hasn’t actually met u SKDJF

by now he’s built up a good amount of primos from his time in mond, and his chat told him to save for now since there was still about ten days left of xiao’s banner

so he did just that and witnessed rex lapis dying 💀

speechless

just sat there, gaping at his screen

man </3

fast forward some more and he’s screaming while running through the milelith bc he doesn’t speak sneak, just sprint

found childe weird when he first saw him and heard his name ngl JSHDKJ

then found him even weirder when he found out it was tartaglia bc it sounds too much like the pasta he ate literally an hour ago

but now he’s on a mission to find the five adepti with the sigil of permission !!

first meets moon carver while attacking the milelith with his spin to win tactic, then xiao who he practically fanboys over before shouting at the ruin hunter in the forest, then mountain shaper where he has a field day pretending to be an adepti messenger, and finally cloud retainer in which he complains abt not having enough ingredients to cook everything

and now is the time everyone’s been waiting for

ur introductory time :’))

after he finds the four, another quest pops up telling him to head back to liyue harbour, to which he finds a bit suspicious bc shouldn’t he be looking for u since ur the last one ?

but his chat reassure him so he proceeds

and lo and behold ur there waiting for him at the bridge

he didn’t even realise u were there until the screen went black bc he was too busy sprinting and gliding to notice HKJLSD

but once he realised what was happening he let out the biggest gasp

he let out an even bigger one when u looked at him his character

safe to say he’s now ur biggest and most devoted fanboy despite u not even saying a word yet <33

definitely takes so many screenshots to commemorate ur first meeting so he can look at it every anniversary 

he goes through ur dialogue and omg ur voice is so nice, and so is ur smile, and— wait no don’t leave already !!

D:

salt. and betrayal

anywhoodles he’s in love with u and now ur both official

who says? well, his community said so :/

also lowkey falls in love with zhongli and beidou but like,,,

who doesn’t ???

but timeskip of abt another few hours and it’s 1 am but he doesn’t care bc he’s a mAN and will power through to the end and his chat are both here for it and are ✨ concerned ✨

zhongli hinted abt u more than a few times, esp when at the guizhong ballista

ngl, a lot of ppl have so many theories and speculations that u two have/had smth going on, esp with zhongli’s voiceover abt u in his profile

itto may or may not have attacked zhongli’s model when searching for the broken parts a couple of times bc of it

but ye he awed at the osial fight but also shouted at the fatui until he started screaming bc of the speed buff xiao gave him

but anyway let’s just skip past that and go straight into ur banner bc this has somehow dragged on long enough at 2.2k words and i’m abt to cry bc of it but it’s okay—

bUT YES !! IT’S NOW TIME FOR UR BANNER

he’s so excited and has been waiting for this day since,,, well,,, ten days ago

itto became an ar 49 player with all the all nighters he spent grinding and exploring

but anywho, he has all ur mats ready and prepared for when u come home to him ~

his community both revelled in and pitied his introduction to artifact farming

they know what it felt like to get pummeled by rng but his reactions were too entertaining :’))

he actually got xiao somehow within 40 pulls, so now he has a lvl 80 dps xiao bc he’s not at ar 50 yet 💔

but rn he’s prepared for u as much as his ar 49 ass can so u better appreciate his efforts and external crisis

okokok sO

banner change

ur here

he cries at how amazing and cool u look in ur splash art bc 

“KSDJFHDKJGHDFJLKG ??@?!$£’?”

^^^^ his actual reaction

anyway, he hypes himself up and chat spams his (Y/N)NumeroUNO emote for good luck ><

one multi in. barbara.

telling himself it’s alright since he has no pity anyway

two multis in. the bell and another barbara.

telling himself it’s (not) alright since he only had 10 pity

three multis in. rainslasher.

telling himself it’s alright since he only had 20 pity

four multis in. gOLd no it’s purple. 

he got bennet

it’s alright, he’ll take bennett constellations but hahahsjhfds where are u?

five multis in. a fischl.

u know what? he’ll take that too bc fischl pog but no seriously where are u pls come home soon preferably now?

six multis in. dragon’s bane, barbara, and sacrificial fragments.

okay haha funny joke,,, now (y/n) pls come home—

seven multis in. barbara.

okay i take it back this isn’t funny anymore pls come home ;-;

eight multis in. ningguang and the bell™.

internally crying and externally screeching

nine multis in. if he doesn’t get u here he will—

keqing.

. . .

oH SHIT UR IN THIS MULTI TOO WTFJSDHOS

bro’s fallen off his spinny gamer chair again bc u appeared on the very last one <//3

he’s crying, chat’s crying, his lil mascot’s soaking up his tears, and ur the cause of it all ehe

no but as soon as he looks up and sees u on his screen he just has a big dumb grin on his face that he’s (kinda) forgotten abt the suffering u just put him through

now he’s on ur profile thingy and admiring u in all ur glory :’)

levels u up so fast and just,,, runs and jumps around with u in  his party of noelle, xiao, and bennett

ur party is called the ARATAKI GANG and he’s never been prouder

his fav voice overs are favourite food + when the sun is out + good morning + birthday (when he has his birthday, that is,,,)

did he set u as his profile icon?

pshhh, of course he did

did he change his signature to be related to u?

yuh-uh he did :

“me and (y/n) finish each other’s sandwiches o(≧▽≦*)o”

he was very proud of himself for coming up with that

did he change his in-game name?

hAH! obviously !!

“(y/n)’s ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧”

he also made sure to put u into all of his socials in any way he could

pfp? done. bio? EZ. display name? hah! child’s play

anything else?

well, he pulled for ur weapon with funds provided by his community bc they pitied him 

[tojigasm]

Toji comforting his s/o on their stretch marks by their thighs and hips

Omggg toji would absolutely adore your stretch marks dear anon, he'd find them so gorgeous,, you're absolutely perfect and he'd do anything he could to prove that to you

Cw: insecurities, vulnerability, kissing, pet names, a shit ton of fluff + Toji being the good bf he is

Word count: 679

He's so soft like this, plush lips pressed up against the soft index of your thighs, trailing warm kisses up and down your skin. You feel the cleft of his scar, its roughness rubbing against the pillowy seat of your skin.

He's so gentle, rubbing circles into your hips with the pad of his thumb, eyes tracing every line with lust.

He's adoring in the way he kisses you, rough fingers tracing the soft lines littered over your thighs. You're quiet, too quiet, Toji decides. So he kisses down the apex of your chest till he meets the apex of your hips.

"So beautiful fr'me, sweetheart," he mumbles against your thigh as he sucks on the meat of your hip, blood rising to your soft skin.

You feel so vulnerable in moments like these - under Toji's metaphorical microscope; dark eyes run over the lines of your skin and suddenly you're pushing him away, turning your head away from the scene; Toji's lips against your skin, whispers of admiration in huffs of soft breath.

"Stop it, Toji," you're pulling your knees to your chest, resting the apple of your cheek against them, turned away from him - curling back in on yourself, retreating away from Toji's warmth.

He's quick though. He's always quick to know when somethings wrong. To know when you're not so sure of yourself - Toji pulls himself up to sit back on his haunches, directly across from you; he lets you have your space, shaky breaths pull from your throat.

Toji only watches, running his knuckles up and down the bone of your calf softly, before he's opening his arms to you, "C'mere."

You're quick to follow, falling into his arms as he moves to sit against the headboard, pulling you into his lap, the pads of his fingers tracing over the lines of your hips and thighs.

A calming quiet envelopes the two of you, your body sinking into his hold, the heat of his chest helping calm your nerves, eyes falling lidded and body lazily clinging to consciousness.

"Ya know I love you, right?" Toji's deep voice pulls you back, eyes settling onto the side of his face as he traces your skin, both mentally and physically.

He likes being able to have the physical and mental reminder that you're here with him. That he hasn't lost you. That he can trace every single part of you with both his mind and his hands and memorize each inch of your body to completion.

You nod against his shoulder, lazily drawing lines across the heated skin of his chest.

"Which means I love every part of you."

You tense at that, about to pull yourself away from him but he catches you again, tightening his hold and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You don't say anything, you let him kiss the marks of your skin, let him trace them with his eyes and his hands until he could paint a picture with the physical memory he has of you, but he doesn't say anything either.

He whispers soft hums into your hair, followed by soft kisses and strokes of his hands down your thighs. You let him kiss each and every part of you, basking in his praise.

"So beautiful fr'me, sweetie," he places another kiss to your thigh, "So fuckin' perfect," he brings his lips to yours; smaller hands threading through his thick hair.

"Love you so much, baby." He whispers on your lips, hand running over your jaw gently, holding your head in place as he kisses you.

"Love you too." You manage, pushing your head into the crook of his neck, letting him continue to kiss and trace your skin.

You don't say anything after that. Toji knows, Toji knows you're okay. You just need time, and that's okay. Toji's willing to wait, he's willing to press a kiss to every perfect stretch of your skin, until you're crying beneath him and begging for more. He's willing to do it all, because he loves you, and he understands.

[waitimcomingtoo]

OOOOOO, I really like your writing and u asked for prompts. So, maybe u could do a really shy!reader or mute!reader with peter? I think that be cute! Or you can do it with tom since u said once that you like writing for tom more :)

secret language

Pairing: Peter Parker x Mute!Reader

Synopsis: a study in the silence that comes when two people understand each other

Masterlist

You sat alone at on a bench on your first day of kindergarten, feeling intimidated by the noise and spectacle of it all. You hugged your backpack to your chest, wishing the day could go faster so you could fo home.

Then he came up to you.

“Hi. I’m Peter.” A curly haired boy pulled the seat out next to you and sat down. You waved at Peter and put your backpack on the table, deciding to give him a chance.

“Do you have a name?” Peter asked, and you nodded your head. You took his hand and laid his palm flat, carefully writing your name with your finger.

“Wait, do it again.” Peter requested, watching your every move intently. You wrote your name again on his palm and he titled his head, staring at his hand like the word would be written there.

“Y/n?” He looked up at you once he figured it out. “Am I saying it right?”

You nodded happily and pointed to yourself before giving him a thumbs up. Peter smiled proudly and looked at his hand again.

“Do you not talk?” He wondered, making you shake your head no.

“That’s okay.” Peter shrugged. “Sometimes I don’t like to talk either.”

Peter began to swing his legs, looking around the classroom in awe before his eyes fell on Aunt May, who was talking to the teacher.

“Is your mommy still here?” He turned to you to ask. You nodded and pointed to your mom, who was laughing with one of the single dads.

“She’s pretty. Her shoes are so tall!” Peter exclaimed as he pointed at her high heels. You laughed silently, smiling to show that you agreed. Peter smiled back at you, several teeth in the front row missing. His smile faded suddenly as he looked down at his lap.

“My parents just died.” He confessed to you. “Uncle Ben said they’re in heaven. I tried to look for Heaven on the map on the subway, but I couldn’t find it. Do you know where it is?”

You shook your head and Peter sighed.

“Me either.” He said, pouring a little as he slumped in his seat. You sat in silence for a moment until you heard a little noise from Peter.

“I miss my mommy.” He said quietly, his voice sounding weak.

Your eyes filled with sympathy for Peter as you stuck your bottom lip out. Peter watched you curiously as you reached out your hand, taking his little one in your own and squeezing it three times. Peter gasped a little, looking up at you with wide eyes as you gave him a gentle smile. It reminded him of what his mother used to do when he was scared, three squeezes to say three words.

I. Love. You.

Aunt May didn’t know about their little ritual, so when Peter squeezed her hand three times as they lowered his mom into the ground, she didn’t squeeze back. It made Peter wonder if anyone would tell him they loved him in the secret language ever again. But here you were, squeezing his hand to let him know it was okay.

“Thank you.” He smiled, his eyes no longer glassy. “I love you too.”

You smiled at him and he noticed that were missing teeth too. Peter pointed to your mouth and laughed before pointing to his own. You both doubled over on the bench (I was over on the bench) in a fit of laughter, as if you had reached the very apex of comedy with missing teeth and gaps in your smiles.

You and Peter spent the day together, communicating though words written on his palm or on a piece of paper. He found it very easy to understand you, even when you didn’t speak. He liked your quiet company far better than the loud children in the class, knocking over blocks and crying over toys. You were different, and Peter liked different.

At the end of the day, Peter saw his family and grabbed your hand, running towards them with you in tow.

“Aunt May! Uncle Ben! I made a friend. She’s a mule.” Peter proudly presented you to his aunt and uncle. You smiled politely at them as they shared a confused look.

“What sweetie?” Aunt May asked as she crouched down a little. In the mean time, your mother had spotted you holding hands with Peter and made her way over.

“Mute. Y/n is a selective mute.” Your mother explained as she came up behind you. “Hi, I’m her mother.”

“Like on a remote!” Peter cheered as the adults shook hands. “Can she come over?”

“Is that alright with her mommy?” Uncle Ben looked at your mother for permission.

“Sure.” Your mother complied. “If you give her a piece of paper, she can write some words down. I’ll give you my number just in case.”

“She doesn’t need paper.” Peter shook his head. “We can already talk, look.”

Peter held you your enjoined hands and squeezed yours three times. You squeezed back, making him grin.

“See? She said she loves me.” He exclaimed, letting your hands drop back to your sides.

“That’s so cute. I was so worried about her making friends. She stopped speaking after her father passed.” Your mother quietly explained to May and Ben.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Peters parents just passed as well.” May said sympathetically while Ben watched the two of you. A complicit smile sat on his lips as he saw his nephew genuinely smile for the first time since his parents died.

“My condolences.” Your mother touched May’s arm kindly.

“Thank you.” May put her hand over your mother’s. “It’s been really difficult for him. It’s been so long since he-“

She was cut off by Peter laughing loudly at something you didn’t say, but conveyed. Tears brimmed in her eyes as you wrote something on Peter’s palm, something that made him light up like the forth of July.

“Since he’s been happy.” She finished.

“Lucky they found each other, huh?” Your mother smiled fondly as she watched you and Peter play, earning a nod from May.

And lucky you were.

Over the next few years, you and Peter developed a secret language entirely comprised of soft touches, expressive looks and squeezes. It was a dialect that only existed between the two of you, and that was how you liked it.

“Welcome, students, to your first day of high school. My name is Mrs. Ingrid, I’ll be your english teacher this year. I’d like us to go around the room and say your name and what you did this summer.”

You looked at Peter with panicked eyes as tired groans echoed around the classroom. It was your very first period of your very first day and you were already freaking out. Peter gave you a gentle smile as he reached across his desk and took your hand, giving it three solid squeezes.

“It’s okay.” He assured you. “I got you.”

“Mr. Parker.” Mrs. Ingrid said suddenly. “Since you’re talking, would you like to go first?”

“O-Okay.” Peter stuttered as he stood up from his desk. “My name is Peter Parker. This summer I watched all the Star Wars movies in a row without breaking to sleep.”

“Thank you for sharing.” She nodded curtly and turned to you, as you were seated next to Peter. “Ms. L/n, you can go next.”

“This is-“ Peter began.

“I believe she can speak for herself.” Mrs. Ingrid snapped, narrowing her eyes at Peter. You looked at Peter with eyes full of guilt as you unintentionally made him get off on the wrong foot with the teacher. You expected Peter to be scared, but his face showed that he was perfectly calm.

“Actually she can’t, ma’am.” Peter said politely. “This is Y/n L/n and she’s mute. She also spent her summer watching the Star Wars movies but she fell asleep sometime between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith.”

Surprised murmurs swept though the crowd at the mention of the word “mute”. It was something the students hadn’t been exposed to yet and you felt the individual pricks as they sunk their teeth into it. Knowing the pantomime spotlight was being shone on you, you turned to the class and gave a weak smile.

“My apologies.” Mrs. Ingrid said shortly. “I forgot we had a disabled student this year. Thank you, Peter. And welcome Y/n.”

She turned her back to the class to hide the flush of embarrassment as a student called her out, but Peter had more to say.

“It’s not a disability.” He spoke up, shrinking in his seat when everyone’s eyes went to him.

“I’m sorry?” Mrs. Ingrid turned around with an unamused grin.

“Well, Y/n is mute because of an anxiety disorder.” Peter explained. “She physically has the ability to speak, but she mentally feels like she can’t. She doesn’t see it as a disability.”

“Did she tell you that?” Flash, a boy with his name stitched onto the pocket of his shirt, asked from somewhere behind the room, making the whole room laugh at you.

The whole room except Peter

Peter turned around in his seat and glared at Flash, armed and ready to defend you if needed.

“Yes, she did.” Peter stated. “She tells me everything.”

Flash snickered and rolled his eyes as Peter turned around in his seat. Other students continues to gawk at you, as if your mutism could be seen on the outside. Your face flamed red until you felt Peters hand on your shoulder, squeezing it three times to calm you down.

“I apologize, Y/n.” Mrs. Ingrid smiled at you. “Would the next student like to go?”

You walked home once the day had ended with Peter by your side, quietly thinking to yourself as he talked about his science class.

“Anyways.” He paused time catch his breath as he finished his story. “How was your day?”

You looked at him sideways before grabbing his hand and writing an “E” on his palm.

“Come on. English wasn’t that bad.” He insisted, grimacing a little when you glared at him. You made a gesture of a circle before sharply pointing at yourself.

“I know. But I bet everyone had a moment today where they felt like everyone was staring at them.” Peter tried to assure you but you rolled your eyes.

“Tomorrow will be better.” Peter said decidedly. “That Flash kid is so annoying though. How many classes do you have with him?”

You held up three fingers and Peters eyes widened in sympathy.

“Three?” He gasped. I’m so sorry. Hopefully he was just trying to show off for the first day.”

You shrugged a little and pantomimed popping your collar, to which Peter laughed.

“Right?” Peter exclaimed. “Why does he dress like a mobsters son?”

Your shoulders moved up and down as you silently laughed with him, nearing your apartment building now.

“We should do something to celebrate our first day.” Peter decided. “What do you want?”

You looked at him and raised your eyebrows, a smile appearing on his face as he caught your drift.

“You read my mind.” He sighed happily and he shifted the weight of his backpack to his other shoulder. “Coffee ice cream and Impractical Jokers it is.”

You put your hands over your heart and made a dreamy expression, to which Peter let out a groan.

“Stop it.” He laughed though a whine. “You’re the only one who thinks Sal is hot.”

You shoved him playfully as you entered the lobby of your building, making a face he knew all too well.

“I’m not having this argument with you again.” He wagged his finger in your face as he pushed the elevator button. You pouted and took his hand, writing out an expletive on his palm.

“Don’t use that tone with me young lady.” Peter feigned a gasp as he held his hand to his chest. You gave him an unamused look as he laughed at his own joke.

“Hey. “ He said suddenly as he took your hand. “Happy first day.”

You reluctantly smiled at his newfound sentimentality and squeezed his hand three times, for for each word.

~

“Mrs. Ingrid.” Flash’s hand shot up one November morning. “When we present the projects tomorrow, can Brian present mine?”

“No, Eugene.” She sighed, a snicker coming from the class as he used his first name. “Every student must do their own presentation.”

“Then how come Y/n doesn’t have to do one?” He asked spitefully, making everyone look at you. You looked to Peter for help, who was already turned in his seat to face Flash.

“You know why she doesn’t.” He said dully, tired of Flash’s unjustified vendetta against you.

“Well I don’t think it’s fair that she gets special treatment.” Flash short back, making some students “ooo” and agree.

“It’s not special treatment. Y/n is mute, Flash. You, on the other hand, have made it very clear that you are not.” Peter sassed, making the class laugh. Flash’s face turned red in embarrassment as he looked around the room for help.

“Selective mute.” He emphasized. “That means she can talk if she wanted to. You said so on the first day, Penis Parker.”

“It’s not like a light switch she can turn on and off, Flash. She doesn’t feel like she has a choice. Leave her alone.” Peter barked, getting up out of his seat now.

“If she wants me to leave her alone, she should tell me herself.” Flash snapped, getting up as well. You looked between the two boys with fearful eyes, tugging on Peters sleeve to get him to back down.

“What’s your problem?” Peter asked angrily. “What are you, jealous because she’s never spoken in this class yet still outperforms you?”

The class laughed at Peters insult, only making Flash angrier.

“I’d like to see how well she’d do without you as her interpreter.” He yelled as he pointed a finger at Peter.

“That’s enough.” Mrs. Ingrid slammed her hands on her desk. “Both of you, sit down. Y/n will be doing a power point presentation. End of discussion.”

“Yeah, that’s enough Eugene.” Peter hissed as he took his seat.

“That’ll be all, Peter.” Mrs. Ingrid narrowed her eyes at your best friend. “If this continues, I’ll have to request that the three of you be separated and put into different classes.”

“Why should Y/n and I be separated just because Flash is a dick?” Peter asked, eyes widened when he realized what he said. The students laughed at the sound of a curse word, even if it was one the uses on a daily. You looked at Peter scornfully and tapped his desk twice, communicating with him to calm down.

“Mr. Parker. I’ll be seeing you in detention.” Mrs. Ingrid stated. “Everyone, take out your textbooks and turn to page 117.”

You put your textbook on your desk and looked at Peter, giving him a sympathetic pout for getting him in trouble. You reached over and took his hand, squeezing it twice to apologize.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He whispered to you. “Detention is a small price to pay for getting to call Flash a dick to his face.”

You squeezed his hand again and tilted your head to the side, making him shake his head at you.

“No, it’s not your fault.” Peter insisted.” It was mine. I interrupted the class, not you. Don’t worry about me.”

You sighed and brushed the side of your nose with your thumb, causing Peter to smile.

“I know.” He said softly. “I always worry about you too.”

~

You found Peter waiting for you at your locker at the end of the school day, bouncing with excitement to tell you a story from his algebra class. You listened intently as you collected your books, linking your arm through his once you were done. You walked past Mrs. Ingrids classroom and heard someone clear their throat, making you both stop in your tracks.

“Going somewhere, Mr. Parker?” She asked as she appeared in the doorway, arms folded and glasses perched on the lower part of her nose bridge.

“Shoot. I forgot I have detention.” Peter groaned before turning to you. “Do you mind waiting?”

You pointed behind you with your thumb and shrugged as Peter chewed his lip nervously.

“Are you sure? What if somebody asks you for directions?” He worried, not liking the idea of you walking home by yourself. You looked at him like he was silly and pointed your finger in both directions, signally that you could just point someone in the right direction of the asked.

“Well what if the directions are really complex?” Peter added, coming up with any excuse he could think of. You made a gesture that Mrs. Ingrid didn’t understand, but seemed to make all the sense in the world to Peter.

“You’re right. You don’t need a babysitter.” He agreed. “Do you want to meet back in my room at 4?”

You nodded and took his books from him so you could drop them off in his room.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” He promised as you took his hand and squeezed it three times.

“I love you too.” He smiled, giving you three squeezes before walking in the direction of the detention room. Mrs. Ingrid watched him until he disappeared around a corner, turning to you once he was gone.

“You and Peter, are you two together?” She questioned, making you shake your head. She smiled a little, looking amused as she took off her glasses and rubbed them on her shirt.

“Someone should tell him that.” She chuckled, sliding her glasses back on her face. You put your hand over your heart and rubbed it in a circle, the first gesture Mrs. Ingrid understood.

“I see.” She nodded. “You have a nice day now, Y/n. Get home safe.”

You smiled in appreciation at her before waving goodbye, walking out the doors of the school and towards your building.

You tucked your thumbs under the straps of your backpack as you walked, taking every precaution to step over the cracks in the sidewalk as you approached them.

“Hey, Hellen Keller, wait up.”

You froze for a moment when you heard Flash’s voice behind you before quickly picking up your pace. Unfortunately, he had the same idea and ran to catch up with you, grabbing your arm and forcing you to turn around when he got there.

“I was talking to you. Are you deaf too now?” He snickered devilishly as you pulled your arm out of his grasp. You kept walking, but he fell into a stride right beside you.

“So how does it work? Can you and Peter read each other’s thoughts? Does he ever think about me?” Flash batted his eyelashes but you ignored him. You swallowed nervously as you began to wish you had just waited for Peter.

“Come on, Y/n. You should take my interest in you as a compliment.” Flash smirked, making you roll your eyes. “I wanna hear you speak.”

Your unbreaking silence woke up something animalistic in Flash, making him grab both your arms and pushing you into a vacant alley. He pressed you against a wall, gripping both your arms so tight, you were sure they’d bruise.

“Didn’t you hear me? Say something.” He bellowed, getting right in your face as he screamed. You turned your face away and grimaced, fidgeting to get out of his grasp.

“Fine.” He laughed in a way that made your blood turn cold. “You don’t want to talk? Then I wanna hear you scream.”

Your eyes widened as he threw you to the ground, your body skidding on the pavement as you moved. He stalked up to you like a Brute, towering over you as you held up a hand.

“Where’s your little boyfriend now?” He asked, raising his fist above your head. A scream ripped through your throat as his fist came down, never making contact with your face. You opened your eyes slowly and saw him wiping his hands, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“That’s what I thought. See you tomorrow. Can’t wait to see your PowerPoint.” He quipped, spitting on the ground next to you before leaving. Once you were sure he was gone, you sat up. Your hands went to your elbow first, as you felt blood tricking from an open wound. It wasn’t anything serious, just a scrape and a friction burn. Your hands then traveled to your neck, fingers resting over your vocal chords. You hadn’t heard a sound come from your mouth in 10 years, not even a laugh. The scream that came from your mouth was different from screams you’d heard in movies. It was deeper and hollow, as if it came from an animal. Tears stung your eyes as you got up, body aching from hitting the ground. You looked around the corner before continuing your way home, looking over your shoulder every so often out of fear.

You cleaned your elbow up in Peters bathroom, sticking a few Paw Patrol bandaids to the cut as you waiting for him to come home. You ended up falling asleep on his bed, only waking up when he came in a quarter last five.

“Hey sleepy head. I’m sorry I’m late.” He spoke in a hushed tone as he knelt beside his bed. “Mrs. Ingrid made me write on the board 100 times like Bart Simpson. Did you get back okay?”

You nodded as you sat up, slowly opening your sleep heavy eyes. Peter smiled as he smoothed the hair that was sticking up on either side of your part, smile fading when he took a closer look at your face.

“What happened? Have you been crying?” He worried as he cupped your face, turning it slightly to get a better look. Taking a deep breath to brace for Peters reaction, you held out your arm. He caught sight of the bandaids almost instantly, looking at you in disbelief before gently examining your arm.

“Who did this to you?” He demanded as he carefully twisted your arm to see the full extent of the wound. You weakly pantomimed a popped collar, seeing the anger in Peters eyes grow as he understood.

“Fucking Flash.” He stood up abruptly and slammed his hand on his wall. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you walk home alone.”

You got up and went over to him, shaking your head sympathetically.

“I did too have a choice.” He disagreed. “People skip detention all the time. How could I let this happen?” He asked, more so to himself as he sat on the bed. He put his head in his hands, hiding out of the shame he felt. You took a seat beside him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders while resting your head on his body. You tapped his leg four times, making him bring his head out of his heads to shake it.

“It is my fault.” He told you. “I provoked him in English and that’s why he went after you. I should’ve been there. I’m so sorry.”

You pouted and took his chin between your fingers, squeezing his arm twice with your free hand.

“It’s not okay!” He yelled. “He’s been targeting you since day one. I bet he planned this. He’s probably been waiting to get you along. Did he hurt you anywhere else? Oh god, did he touch you?” Peter could barely see past his disgust long enough to get the words, turning a little green as the worst case scenario played in his mind. You frantically shook your head and Peter calmed down just a little.

“He’s lucky. He’d be a dead man if he did.” Peter stated assertively. You tilted your head and gave him a disapproving look that he read in seconds.

“How am I overreacting?” He asked. “You’re hurt! He hurt you! Screw this - I’m gonna kill him.” He got up again and heading towards the door. You sprung up from the bed and threw your arms around him from behind, stopping him in his tracks. You squeezed his tightly, resting your chin on his shoulder as you held him back. He struggled to break out of your grasp until he heard a strangled sound emit from your throat. As distorted and muffled as it was, Peter knew was you were trying to say.

“Stay.”

He hung his head in shame, knowing it scared you when he raised his voice. He put his hands over yours, which had been resting on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, keeping his eyes down. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. You know I worry about you.”

You slowly withdrew your hands and turned him around, taking his face in your hands and making him look at you.

“I know you don’t need me to protect you. Is it wrong that I still want too?” He smiled weakly as he leaned into your palms. You shook your head and moved your hands down to his shoulders, shrugging a little to tell him you didn’t mind.

“I’m walking you home tomorrow.” He promised as he pulled you into a hug. “And everyday for the rest of my life.”

You patted his back four times, making his body shake with laughter.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Sounds good to me too.”

~

You entered Peters room a little over a year later after receiving a frantic text. The text contained exactly one word, “ouchie”, and the rest was gibberish. Peters wise eyes met yours and you smiled at him, smile fading as your eyes trailed down his body. He was clad in nothing but his boxers and one single sock, glistening with sweat from head to toe. Your best friends lean and scrawny body that you has seen hundreds of times since your childhood was replaced with broad shoulders and solid muscle, features that made your face burn all the way to your ears. That wasn’t what shocked you, though. What shocked you was the series of papers, pens, shirts, and granola bars that were sticking to his body as if adhered with glue.

“Whats happening to me?” He screamed, tugging at a Nature Valley bar sticking to his nipple. You held back a laugh when you saw how scared he looked and approached him slowly like a deer in the woods. You reached out a hand but he backed away as if you might burn him.

“Don’t.” He croaked. “You’ll stick too and I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you.”

You waved your hand in dismissal and reached out again, placing a cool hand on Peters burning cheek. His eyes shut in tranquillity as he leaned into your hand, letting your touch calm him as it had done so many times in the past.

You peeled a shirt off his shoulder and plucked a pencil off his thigh as his breathing slowed down. You cupped his face in your hands and looked at him, wordlessly asking him to tell you what happened.

“I went to Oscorp yesterday and this spider bit me and I woke up really sweaty - and I mean really sweaty - and then I got super hungry so I went ham on granola bars - and I’m talking ape shit Y/n I didn’t even chew I just went feral on those crumbly bitches - and then things kept sticking to me and I don’t know what to do and-“

You acted on a whim and pulled Peters face towards yours, kissing him firmly on the lips. The only noise in the room was the sound of pens and granola bars hitting the ground as they slowly unstuck from his body. Peter places a gentle hand on your face as he kissed you back. You pulled away, feeling his eyelashes tickle your face as his eyes fluttered open.

“And you just kissed me.” He laughed slightly, pace significantly slower now. You gave him a knowing look and shrugged a little, making him laugh.

“You’re right.” He realized. “You didn’t stick.”

You wrapped your arms around Peters neck and pressed your forehead against his, letting silence fill the room as he held you.

“I don’t know what this means. I’m…I’m scared.” He whispered as he nuzzled against you. You shook your head a little, telling him he didn’t have to be scared. Moving your head up to look at you, you took his face between your hands and kissed his lips three times in a row. After the third kiss, a cheeky smile lingered on Peters lips.

“I love you too.” He told you, grinning widely before kissing you again.

~

You laid on Peters chest, a few years out of college now. His shirt was riding up a little, exposing bare skin that served as your canvas. A shy smile made on a home on your face as you traced letters on his skin.

“What was that?” He asked when he felt your touch but couldn’t make out your words. “Say it again.”

You chuckled a little at his phrasing, and he did too. In accordance to his request, you wrote your sentence again, taking your time with the curve of each letter. Peter furrowed his eyebrows a little as he propped himself up on his elbows, a little annoyed with himself for not being able to decipher what you were saying. He prided himself on being fluent in your secret language, so the only possible answer was that whatever you were writing now was something you had never written before.

“Wait, do it again.” He asked, determined to crack the code. You sat up on your elbow as well, looking at him through your lashes as you traced the words again.

“I’m convinced this is gibberish.” Peter shook his head through a chuckle, looking at curiously to see if you were messing with him. You let out a tiny whine as you stuck your bottom lip out, patting his chest twice to tell him to try harder.

“Fine, fine. Try again. But go slowly.”

You sucked in a breath and held your fingernail to his skin, slowly tracing the first word.

“Will?” He asked, grinning when you nodded and continued to write.

“You?” He looked to you for confirmation. “Will you?”

You nodded again, feeling butterflies now and you moved to the next word.

“Many?” He questioned. You shook your head repeatedly, anxious for him to figure it out. You wrote it again and saw it click for him.

“Ohh. Marry.” He smiled, proud of himself for getting it. His eyes met yours and all at once, he understood why he couldn’t figure it out before.

No one fault really, you just never proposed to him before.

“Wait.” His lips curved into a smile as he cupped your chin with his hand.

“Do it again.” He asked, unable to contain his excitement as you repeated your actions.

“One more time.” He pleaded, eyes filling with tears now. “I know what it is, I just want to feel it again.”

You wrote it again, writing it on every exposed part of his body now. You proposed on his arm, his chest, his leg and his bicep, a man excited squeal leaving his throat each time you did it.

“Give me your hand.” He fully sat up now, wrapping his arms around you and taking your hand in his. He opened your hand and flattened your palm, bringing his finger to your skin.

“Y-E-S.” He spelled out loud as he wrote on your palm. “Yes. I will marry you.”

~

Smoothing your dress with a shaking hand, you turned to your mom for last minute adjustments before you walked down the isle. She smiled widely as she touched up your hair, handing you your bouquet once she was satisfied.

“Are you ready?” She asked. “That’s a dumb question. You’ve been ready for this since kindergarten.”

Nodding at your mothers words of encouragements, you nervously clutched your bouquet of sunflowers and roses, yours and Peters favorite flowers.

“You’re so lucky to have found each other.” Your mother smiled fondly as she dusted off your shoulders. “To understand someone the way you do, it’s rare. Your father would be proud.”

Emotion overcame you as you pulled your mother into a hug, thanking her the only way you could for getting you that far. The vamping of the organ signaled to you that it was time to go, all your nervously butterflies turning into petals of excitement. Your mother gave you an assuring smile as she slipped her hand into yours, both of you facing forward now as the doors opened.

Everyone turned to look at you, a welcome gesture this time around, as you made your way down the isle. You made eye contact with Peter, who had a hand clamped over his mouth to hide his emotions. He wiped tears from his eyes as Ned patted his back, silently willing you to come faster down the isle. In his mind, you couldn’t walk fast enough. He was not interested in spending one more minute as just your boyfriend. As you got closer to the alter, you waved at the Avengers who had put on their best suits to attend your big day.

And finally, you made your way to Peter.

You whole life had been about making your way to Peter, and now, dressed in white, you had arrived. You handed your bouquet to your mother and accepted Peters hand to help you step onto the alter. Peter sniffled a little as he took your hands in his, overwhelmed in the moment by your beauty.

The priest began to speak, but you didn’t hear much. All you could focus on was your childhood best friend, soon to be husband. Your palms sweat as the vows approached, an unfamiliar tickle resting in your throat.

“And now, the vows.” The priest handed the baton to you and Peter.

“Sunsets, flowers, and you. Three beautiful things that don’t make any noise. I believe some of the most wonderful things a human being can experience happen in silence. I believe that because of you.” Peters voice cracked momentarily. “I stand before you today as someone who is permanently subscribed to your silence. I look forward to a lifetime of knowing looks and written messages on the palm of my hand. I never knew how much could be said through three simple squeezes of my hand, but it feels like my entire life has happened since the first time you touched me and the last. Though your voice has never fallen on my ears, I’m confident I could identify it anywhere. You and I have created something incredible rare, a silence that only comes when two people truly know each other. And I know you. I am blessed to say I know you. I have never heard you speak, but that doesn’t mean I don’t hear you. I hear you in the early hours of the morning when the birds begin to chirp. I hear you when the blood rushes to my face because you looked at me in a certain way. I hear you when the music swells in my favorite song, and I hear you in every beat of my heart. I won’t tell you I’ll love you until death do us part, because even the jaws of death couldn’t end my love for you. I will just find you in the next life, and the one after that. Nothing could keep me away.”

You touched delicate fingers to your under eyes as you dabbed away tears, squeezing Peters hands three times to thank him for his beautiful words. Now the spotlight had once again returned to you and this time, you were ready.

“Peter.”

Peters eyes widened in astonishment before brimming with tears as your voice fell on his ears for the very first time. It wasn’t perfect after so many years of being unused, but it was yours. That’s what made it Peter’s favorite thing in the world. He bent over and rested his forehead on your enjoyed hands, almost like he was bowing to you. He stayed there for a moment before standing up again, his face full of emotion. You knew he was composed enough for you to continue, so you did.

“I shut my mouth when I was 5 and I didn’t think I was going to open it ever again. But then I met you.” You broke into a smile. You spoke slowly, taking deep breaths every few words. “There is no other way I would want to use my voice than to tell you that I love you. I have always loved you.” You sucked in a deep breath as you got emotional. “My mom worried that I wouldn’t make any friends my first day of school, and I didn’t. I made a partner for life. It is one thing to be loved and another thing to be understood. You give me me both in three small squeezes. I love you, Peter.” You finished, punctuating your vows with three squeezes of his hands.

“I love you too.” He whispered, a steady flow of tears streaming down his face now.

“I love you more.” You said, verbally for the first time.

“Peter Parker, do you take Y/n L/n to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” The priest asked.

“I do.”

“Y/n L/n, do you take Peter Parker to be your lawfully wedded husband? To cherish and honor, for better or for worse?”

“I do.”

“Oh my God.” Peter gushed, making the crowd laugh. Peter was still recovering from the fact that your first word was his name, and now you had said the two sacred words he’d been waiting his whole life to hear.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.” The priest smiled. “You may kiss the bride.”

Peter wasted no time in taking your face between his hands and kissing you, smiling with joy into the kiss as you officiated your marriage.

“You did so good baby.” He whispered against your lips as the crowd clapped for you.

“Thank you.” You giggled, proud of yourself for what you did. “I’ve been practicing with my therapist since the proposal.”

“It was amazing. That’s was the greatest surprise anyone’s ever given me. Even if it was just for today, I’m so happy I could hear your voice. I love you so much.” He told you before pulling you into a hug. You rested your head on his shoulder and held him tightly, thanking God that he came up to you that first day of kindergarten.

“I love you too.”

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Untilted Revenant Project (Revenant x Fem!Reader) Part 10 Final

Warnings: Violence, Language, Death,

Pairings: Revenant x Fem! Reader

Previous

Heavy, your head felt heavy, your eyes stung as you tried to open them. What had happened? What had Loba done to you, where were you? Peaking through your eyelids, the painful sting of colorful lights battered down into your eyeballs. You reeled back, covering your face, and slowly removing them to take the light in slowly. Through the blurred vision you could make out a cup of ice water on a table, colorful lights illuminating the surrounding areas. You turned your head to look at the place you were currently in.

Taking a quick look, you could make out a dance floor, balloons, and streamers. A party had happened here before, but not recently. Were you at a club.

"Hey you're finally awake?" a voice said, feeling the table lightly move.

You looked across the booth you were currently in to see a man, wearing goggles and some sort of track suit with little mechanical circles all over him, they glowed and slowly faded.

"Sorry bout' that, would've put you somewhere nicer, but you're kinda heavy! Haha, Not that thats a bad thing! I mean you're pregnant and all the extra weight- NOT BAD WEIGHT I MEAN"

"Elliot shut up, leave her be," the voice of Loba shot at him.

Elliot grumbled and left the table shuffling to some unknown area of the building. Loba strutted into view and took his place at the booth.

"Sorry about that darling, Mirage doesn't know when to stop talking" she smiled sweetly at you, "Go ahead drink some water,"

"What do you want? Why am I here? What are you-"

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt any hair on your pretty little head" she chuckled, "I just wanted to level with you."

"What do you mean level?" you asked, putting your hands on your lap and staring at her, you wanted to go home, something felt off...

"Well...I just wanted to make sure you were aware of what you were getting yourself into, I mean...with your husband of course..."

"What's wrong with Kaleb?"

"Not Kaleb sweetie, Revenant, you need to understand that the man you loved, cherished, and made this baby with is gone, replaced with a robot only capable of caring about himself. A murderer, a killing machine who killed and hacked his way into the Apex games. Honestly (y/n), do you really thing you could raise a child with this man? Can you even call it a man?"

Earlier, back at your apartment, Revenant returned home after retrieving some more items to make your stay at home more comfortable, as he had read up on all the books he could regardig the up coming birth of your child.

But when he opened the front door, it was dark. Odd...Perhaps you were napping, turning the light on he was greeted with the all too familiar sight, a struggle, the main hall carpet being tossed over, signs of you pulling things down trying to pull yourself back up, signs of you being dragged out of the home the two of you shared.

Dropping the items in his arms, he turned to run out of the building, only to be stopped by a note on the fridge. It hadn't been there this morning, it wasn't his writing nor yours, and it was addressed to Demonio.

Now Revenant can't express many feelings, he can't properly kiss you, and he can't cry, he can't frown, nor can he smile. But anger is an emotion that can be expressed by him, and he has done it many times before. And he's about to do it again...

Back with Loba, you found yourself in tears, as file after file of Revenant's victims were placed in front of you and read aloud for you to hear. Loba proudly reading each word as if it brought her great joy to see you cry.

"Stop please!" you begged, wiping your eyes, the tears burned, you could barely see, your sleeves were wet with tears, and tears stained the papers on the table.

"Do you think HE stopped? When THEY begged him to? No sweetheart, he does whatever he pleases, he could do the same to you."

You quickly tried to stand up, find an exit, call a cab, leave. But a hand gripping your wrist harshly stopped you.

"No no no! I'm just beginning, your husband has made a name for himself the 200 years he's been off leash, there are thousands and thousands of victims, you could be one of them, and he won't stop even after you die!"

She threw you on your butt, and you his the ground with a thud, you cried harder shielding your stomach. Loba just began to yell more and more at you, about him.

She began to cry as well, letting herself get distracted and not seeing Mirage let in some familiar friends.

"Yeah she was in here-" Mirage started, turning to see the scene in front of him, quickly rushing over and covering you, putting his hand up to push Loba away from you.

"Hey knock it off!" He shouted at her.

A large metal hand gripped the door before it shut, slamming the door open, and the familiar sound of metal footsteps turned into the sound of running as Revenant burst on to Loba, pinning her down and raising his hand to a blade ready to strike down on her, but was being held back with the rest of the group he had notified before coming here.

Natalie and Anita held Revenant back, as Kairi hugged Loba, but not in a loving hug, a restricting one.

"What in God's name are ya doing!?" Dr. Somers yelled, rushing over to your side.

"I was telling her the truth of that DAMNED DEMON!" Loba shouted, her red makeup running down her face as she cried into Kairi's neck.

"You're gonna spend the rest of eternity as maggot food worthless skinbag" Revenant growled, standing up, effortlessly shrugging the other two off of him, and stepping towards Loba and Kairi.

"Hold up there Mecha!" Kairi said, taking the space between the two.

"Would the lot of ya stop bickering?! We have more pressing things to worry about right now!" Dr. Somers yelled.

The three of them turned to see Elliot and Dr. Somers trying to wake you up.

Had you passed out from stress? But why were you so pale now?

"Elliot try to pick her up we're taking her to a hospital" Anita ordered.

"Alright got it!" he replied, reaching his arm underneath you and suddenly pulling his arm back, your blood now coating his suit.

"Move!" Revenant ordered

Everyone backed away besides Dr.Somers, he picked you up, and turned to Elliot.

"Find me a towel and a blanket, and get this damn tin can back to mainland."

"Roger!" Elliot stammered.

Revenant wrapped you up with a towel underneath you, and held you close while Elliot tried to land his party ship.

Everyone huddled around him, everyone except Kairi and Loba, who were in a corner together sulking.

If Revenant was worried he wouldn't show it, but the human part of him was currently shaking and terrified of the thought of losing you again, permanently, along with your child who he thought was gone for so long. He couldn't bare losing you two again.

Arriving on the mainland, Anita secured a car, and the lot of you drove to the hospital. Dr. Somers kept massaging your face, arms and legs, trying to keep the blood flow going.

When you arrived, a series of Doctors and nurses were waiting, Natalie had called ahead to let them know of your arrival.

At first Revenant growled and snarled at the Doctors trying to reach for you, but a hand from Anita on his side let him know that he had to, so he begrudgingly allowed them to take you.

Hours passed, and the weird looking group awkwardly sat in the waiting room, waiting for any news of you to return to them.

8 hours had passed, and the people were asleep waiting, Kairi and Loba had left the moment you arrived at the hospital. Revenant stared at the double doors, waiting for any sign of movement for you to come out. holding your bundle of joy in your arms..

But you never did.

The doctor stepped out, covered in blood, ready to wake everyone up to tell them the news, but Revenant stood up and stopped him, terrifying him at the same time.

"W-wouldn't... it m-make sense to wake the other?" he stammered

"I'm her husband. Spit. It. Out." Revenant growled.

"W-we tried everything we could...she-she lost too much blood...she's not going to w-wake up...we don't think she'll make it though the night..." he stuttered.

Revenant quickly grabbed the Doctors throat, and squeezed, watching the color drain from his face and then releasing, allowing him to take a deep breath.

"What about the baby?"

"The baby is in the nursery! He's fine!" he cried.

He?

Revenant squeezed his throat again, this time waiting for any sign of consciousness to leave his face, dropping him on the ground and walking through the double doors to find your room.

He could see towards the end of the hall, your face though the glass window. But before he could go to you, in the corner of his optics, he saw the nursery.

Quickly checking his surroundings, he walked to the large room holding the newborns, forcing the lock and letting him in to the no entry zone.

He scanned the room, peering over all the small flesh balls before setting on one in the corner with no name besides yours labeling his cart.

Revenant walked over, and peered down at his son, he was small, so very small, he was pink in the face but weren't all babies?

Revenant was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of two nurses coming down the hall, quickly scanning the room, his eyes fell on the large vent in the ceiling. Removing the cover and crawling in, he looked down towards his son again, and then at the door that was still creaked open. As fast as he could, he grabbed his son, and back up the vent, closing it behind him.

Making his way back to the hall, Revenant stood outside your room.

"Let's go see your mother..."

Opening the door, Revenant saw you, so pale, all these wires attached to you. If he could cry, he would, but your son startled to fuss. Revenant made his way over to your bed, and laid down next to you, watching the weak heartbeat bounce up and down on the monitor. Taking your free arm that didn't have an IV, Revenant placed your son in your arm, and used his own to support the two of you. He nuzzled his face into your (color) hair, placing his unmoving lips on your skin, simulating a kiss.

Your son was no longer fussy, and nuzzled his face into your stomach.

"I love you (y/n)" Revenant whispered, "This is our son...he looks like me, but also like you...You would've been a great mother..."

Revenant and your son sat by your side for what seemed like hours, but was merely minutes. Revenant didn't want this to end, knowing what was going to be the next event.

The barely steady heart beat monitor slowed even slower, your heart couldn't take it anymore, the stress from everything, the stress HE caused you, it was too much for you.

With a final pump, the sound of the flatline buzzed throughout the room. Causing your son to cry.

Revenant kissed your lips, and placing his hand on your face, rubbing it tenderly and lovingly.

He returned your son to his cart, leaving only one thing behind.

The rush of doctors and nurses woke up your friend, and finding the main doctor on the ground unconscious was all they needed to understand what had happened.

Dr.Somers, Natalie, Anita and Elliot sat in your room as the doctors removed your IV, and unhooked the monitor.

Tears overflowed the room for their friend they had barely known for less than a year.

Elliot just stood there, as he didn't know you very well but stopped a nurse before she left the room to give your friends space.

"What about the baby?" he asked,

"Oh he's in the nursery." she replied

"Oh so it's a boy then?" Dr. Somers sniffed,

"What is going to happen to him?" Natalie asked, wiping her eyes

"Well considering both parents are currently no longer here...he will most likely go into the adoption process." she stated, leaving the room and heading towards to nursery to retrieve the baby, approaching his cart, she found a name carved into the plastic siding.

Jacob Cross.

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Sorry this took so long! I'm going to start college soon so I was a little busy between work and stuff! There will be a bonus chapter!

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Ok so what abaut Bodyguard and Agony whith a a naga prince that just hates the royal life and dreams of just having a simple life living in a cottage and selling homemade jewelry, so Reader his childhood best friend, personal bodyguard and person who he feel in love whith decides to make his dream come true (bonus if the prince has a sister so the kingdown whont stay whiout a ruler and she helps Reader whith the plan, bonus+ if the prince is kinda huge and scary to other people but he is just a chill dude that likes to make rings and necklaces)

Short scenario please! (Also sorry if its too long, feel free to just ignore this if you whant)

Not too long at all and I think it's an extremely charming idea! Thank you for sharing; big gruff, undercover sweeties are one of the most Choice(tm) archetypes.

This also got super long, but the vibes were singing to me.

Features: Slight angst, happy ending, kissing

Bodyguard + Agony (Monster Ask Meme)

Hands, Touching Hands (m!Naga x gn!Reader) [3.7k]

“Don’t lie, how many names do you remember?”

Alok yawned, curved fangs peaking out from almost-lips.

“None, thankfully,” he said, scratching at his curls, cut short enough that they barely formed.

“Impressive.”

“Oh—no, you won’t distract me. You agree with me don’t you?”

The book Alok had toyed the entire briefing slammed shut, the many bracelets at his wrist clinking for emphasis when you did not answer.

Watching him unfurl his tense length of tail, broad shoulders rising far above you as he 'stood', there was little to say but, "It’s not my place."

"Then it’s not mine, either."

He slunk toward the door and you picked up the book--the monstrous thing--with your arms rather than your hands before following him.

"Just give it time," you said in a reassurance that was too shallow to drown his mood.

Every move forward looked painful as he slithered forward like a child first learning to move against stone rather than soft grass. Unlike when he was a child, he was stilted by frustration rather than inexperience.

The conversation was left dropped, burning like the weight of the tome in your arms. If you were alone, you'd tell him to carry it. But servants, nobles, and royals passed frequently, all low bows and murmurs, moving on a touch quicker than polite.

When you first arrived to the kingdom, a slave dressed sweetly and presented as a gift, you'd marveled at how anyone could find the royal family intimidating when removed from their wealth and status.

Baby yellow skin and soft pink dapples painted everyone of them. Alok, himself, was more pink than yellow, and it reminded you of those delicate, painted dolls you'd press your face against glass to get a closer look at before being shooed away by the shop-keep.

You supposed little had changed since then, except now you were simply stared at, expected to keep your fingers off the pretty pink glass always, always in front of you.

The hallway Alok stopped moving forward in was empty, private; his. Without a word, you tossed the horrible book toward his crossed arms and swept the windows, floors, and ceiling for anything strange. His fumbling for the book, fingers audibly skimming against pages, made you smile.

"It's clear," you nodded. "Workshop, right?"

Alok deflated a bit, too caught between the mention of his workshop and pretending to have perfectly caught the book to keep his anger stoked.

"You're asking now," he said flat, looking from the book to you.

Putting up your hands in mock defeat, you turned, alert enough.

@

"I'm not angry at you.” The slits that served for his pupils, deep red and small in their focus on the gem he was cutting, turned to you when you said nothing in response.

“Sorry, I--” was dazzled by your eyes? Was enamored by how passionate you are for perfecting that sparkling little gem? “I know.”

“I just wanted to say it.”

You stretched from your place beside the door, perched on one of the few chairs at your disposal in the entire castle, “Thank you.”

“Don’t be patronizing,” Alok grumbled, pausing in his work. “I know...I know very well you must be tired of this, even if you won’t say it.”

The window was suddenly so interesting, your throat burning as you swallowed down the feeling kindling there.

“This is my home,” you said after hearing the scales of his tail shift closer. “There’s nothing to be tired of.”

Slowly, his hand rose to hover over yours, where it lay on your lap, “But you should be. I’d give you anything you needed. They couldn’t stop me.”

Everything you wanted to say was tucked in the patch of air that separated his touch from yours.

Any person, bought and raised to be singularly loyal would hesitate at the offer of freedom, wouldn’t they?

They’d want to grab his hand, wouldn’t they?

You could only guess as a love for a prince was not something to be said aloud unless you were allowed.

And you, a slave turned body guard, were not.

Standing, you scattered the almost-moment with a shake of your head, “I don’t care about freedom half as much as you think I do.”

His hand fell limp to his side, the slits that served as his nose flaring wide, as you continued.

“I’m your bodyguard and I’ll be your children’s bodyguard and I’ll be the same to whoever you choose from that book,” you finished, thoroughly shooing yourself away, wanting so much to run out the door.

Alok said your name quietly, but you remained silent.

And everything was still until it wasn’t.

In one smooth motion propelled by his sheer size, Alok stretched to the book and hurled it out the open window.

“No, you won’t. I’ll be their prince,” he said low, body suddenly too large for the room. “But I won’t be their king.”

You did run, then.

@

Perhaps the only place off-limits for a would-be king allergic to potential suitors was his sister’s drawing room.

Adur payed you no attention as she demanded entertainment from the brightly colored darlings and dark patterned beauties of the upper echelon.

“Did you know, I simply adore the pattern of your bangles lately,” she cooed, pointing to a decorated tail. “So perfectly in style.”

She continued on, picking this and that to sigh over, as you stood against the corner that provided the best view of the room, next to the door. 

You recognized each piece she fawned over as being similar to something Alok had on display or nearly-done in his workshop. Ah, to know a magician’s tricks.

Melting into a squat, you let their voices wash over you. No heart could hurt for long listening to women enjoy court gossip as much as this bunch did...from a distance.

When you, Alok, and Adur were younger, the rules seemed less stone and more like blades of grass, flexible and beneath you. Adur set you in front of her always revolving group of friends and tried to fit tail bangles around your thighs and waist. Alok insisted you sit side-by-side while studying geography, arithmetic, and etiquette. You lay between them on sunny afternoons, napping, legs touching tails.

But everything golden goes grey eventually.

“Well, do tell me. Did he throw it in the fire?”

You turned from the window, swapping red, setting sun for sharp, red eyes, “Out of the window.”

The room was empty but for you and her now. Adur pacing around, tail making quick work of circling the room as she read from her collection of letters.

“Still the amount of melodrama I expected so,” she shrugged, raising shoulders toward her pleased mouth as a silent finish to her sentence. “I, on the other hand, did pick.”

You rose, legs tingling from the sudden change. “Who?”

“Prince Talsa,” she said after cutting open a letter with her claw, “I’ve already decided on a short engagement and a respectable wedding down south. Perhaps closer to his kingdom than ours.”

“Talsa? Not rare one who everyone’s after?”

Adur looked at you as though you should know better before deigning to explain, “Prince Talsa is rather plain looking for a naga, yes, but that’s just the point.”

“Go on,” you said, wanting so much to be distracted.

“Think about it,” Adur scoffed. “Rare, beautiful babies create wonder amongst people, but children who look as though they could be born anywhere....don’t you see the appeal?”

She leaned against the window, long black hair obscuring her pink and yellow face, “They would be royalty that even the most common of folk could feel familiar to--feel endeared to. Even someone as devoid of charm or pretense as Alok could gain some favor. From their birth, I’ll have them attend every little festival and celebration. Their bond with the people will be unshakable.”

“You’ll make the best queen,” you said, unthinking to the implication.

“Has something happened to Alok?”

“No, you ju--”

Adur turned to you, delicate face empty, “It doesn’t matter what we know. He’s the eldest and alive and destroying a book won’t change that.”

Your hands shook as you laced them together, risking at least your life, by asking:

“What if we could change it?”

@

Everything in the little room lacked splendor, save the jewelry that her brother displayed to no one but himself, built only to separate Alok from his mentor. A failed attempt to elevate a man too gargantuan to grow further.

Even the flooring was rough on the tail, not smooth stone but brick for retaining heat. Only care for function within these four walls.

Adur noted her brother’s tail was bare as she swept over the lacking room, only his leather work belt draped over the apex where tail met torso. Every bit of jewelry he wore crowded his wrists and fingers, noisy as he worked on some large bangle unfamiliar to her.

He looked haggard, frown too ugly and deep to be a mere product of concentration. Grey tickled the roots of his bangs, pronounced enough to shine in the lamplight. Alok was getting too old to be a prince with only time for his hobby.

“Sometimes I think it would be kinder to simply put you out of your misery,” Adur said, closing the door behind her.

Alok’s back tensed, but he did not pause his work, “I’m surprised you said it out loud, but don’t say it like a joke.”

“Don’t be so serious,” Adur sighed, “of course it was a joke.”

“Where is--”

“Your human delight? Running errands for me.”

Alok did turn then, face flickering through emotions too fast to name, “They’re just as much your dear friend as mine, you little viper.”

“Forgive my callousness, but I find you respond to little else,” Adur said, picking at the sheer fabric of her top so it draped correctly against her arm again. “And perhaps they are my friend. But they are not just yours.”

“I won’t be king...even if they weren’t here.”

Adur laughed in a sizzling tone, forked tongue dancing with humor, “Oh? And I suppose your little fantasies of running away involve you doing so alone?”

Only the flames licking back and forth in the small forge answered her.

“You’re too old to be deluding yourself like this,” she went on, dropping a bottle and a sheer robe on Alok’s work desk. “It’s time to make choices once and for all, brother.”

“I’m not--”

“I’m not asking you to rule. You’d be pathetic at it, yes, I know. If not for our dear human friend, you’d have flunked every tutor save for your precious jewelry maker.”

Alok curled back over his tail, fingers picking at the fabric of the robe his sister had dropped. “Then what are you asking?”

Hand on the doorknob, Adur smiled, “if you had your way and left to live like a common man with your human, would you really never come back?”

“Never.”

Adur opened the door. “Good.”

@

The drider--Woodnet? Woodne? Wodner?--stayed near the the door as you did, but unlike you his sleek, black legs rested on a few thin lines of webbing where wall met ceiling.

Slowly, Alok raised his face to address the bodyguard, entirely unused to being the short one. Worse still was the struggle to match sights with the correct pair of the drider’s many blinking eyes. If you were here, you’d have nudged him to follow your lead already.

If you were here...this wouldn’t be happening in the first place. Just another wishful thought to swallow down as Alok struggled to stay polite in the face of his father’s prime bodyguard.

“Outside the room is fine,” Alok said in a clipped tone, turning as he did to avoid dealing with anymore niceties.

“Forgive me for questioning, Prince Alok,” the drider said, voice drifting down like floating silk. “But bathing is when you are most vulnerable. I can not help but object to the risk.”

The drider polished each word, in no hurry to finish his sentence and Alok’s eyes rolled once--twice--thrice by the time there was silence. If only this were any guard other than his father’s favorite.

“I understand,” Alok said. “But, the windows are trapped and you will be guarding the only entrance.”

The sound of burdened legs skittering down stone, followed by the opening and closing of the lone, stone door was his answer.

Driders were generally no longer friends of Alok’s kingdom. Wodnel....no, Wodni perhaps, was a relic of a time long gone, when his father was just proving himself a leader of a nation. That Wodnir--that was it, Wodnir--was so protective of Alok, having sparsely been involved with him and having been enslaved through ruthless, warmongering means made Alok’s shoulders bunch, the muscles between protruding over scales.

Is that how it was between you and he? Did you feign fondness and care or was it true? Was it true but maligned of him to hope for it due to how you came to be near him? Because of he was?

Alok disrobed and slunk into the hot water, hoping to drown his pithy doubts that crowded so large in his mind.

Flakes of shed rose to the top the longer he soaked, proof of a difficult shed. There was sure to be more bits to come as he scrubbed himself with the, apparently, ‘to die for’ body scrub his sister had left last week.

You were usually the one to soothe his bubbling stress in a life of constant politics and decorum, but the bits of dead skin were proof enough that Alok truly was getting too old for delusions. You’d only been away for a week and a spare number of days and here he was, so tense that not even a hot bath could unfurl him.

Ugh.

Politics and decorum. How would he survive tonight without you? Adur was announcing her engagement tonight, in tandem with the nobles emerging from their collective sheds at the tail end of the Harvest Festival.

Alok scrubbed himself raw, hoping to emerge a new man who could weather life half as well as everyone around him. But the harder he lathed himself in soap, the clearer the truth rang.

If only he could have you.

@

You had relieved Wodnier of his duties, thanking him with a bow, and standing stiff beside the door for precious minutes, waiting for his delicate range of hearing to wane.

As an apprentice, you had met Wodnier often enough to know he wished you well as much as any spider did a fly.

Hammering against your chest, you feared the vibration of your heart was loud enough for him to hear. And there was always a chance the door shutting at the end of the curved hallway was a trap; that Wodnier still stood in Alok’s quarters and was not making his way back to the King.

But you didn’t have time to be safe, only quick.

Jittered by adrenaline, you sprinted to Alok’s room---toe first, heel last--and back, holding your breath once you made it back to the door of the bath.

Sweat pooled against your forehead, but nothing sprang toward you sans the faint sounds of Alok bathing.

You slipped past the door, the pack in your hands bulky enough that the door opened wider than you’d wanted, the hinge creaking.

“Alok?”

The figure behind the curtain froze before calling back your name.

“We don’t have much time, Alok,” you pressed in a sure voice, but your legs wobbled as you neared the curtain. “I’m....I’m running away and I’m taking you with me.”

“What?”

Coming past the curtain, your chest could barely contain your quick breathing. His hair was devoid of any gray, blacker than pitch as it fell just above his ear holes and forehead. Muddy brown and maroon scales were sleek and wet, droplets rolling down his body, even near his---

You looked back up quickly, away from where his belt always covered. “I mean, I want us to run away and we need to go now.”

Having followed your wandering gaze toward the apex of his stomach and tail, Alok frantically looked toward his arms, the muddy water, “What in the fuck is this?”

“Adur is helping us,” is all you said and it was all Alok seemed to need as he picked up the bottle the dye had been in, nodding. “She said it’ll only last until your next shed but, by then, hopefully....”

“She wants to be queen very much,” he murmured.

You tore open the pack, reminding yourself that time was short, and held them out. “Yes. So, we need to go.”

“You have no idea--,” Alok started, before interrupting himself. “I need something from the workshop.”

“We don’t have time.”

He shook his head as he took what you offered, dressing himself in plain leather and thick, scratchy wool. “It will be quick.”

You opened your mouth--- “Please.” --but couldn’t keep firm in the face of his pleading.

“Okay.”

@

Alok threw a few rings, bangles, and tools into the bag.

“Only enough to sell and get started again,” he assured.

But as you turned to leave the room, his hand was on your arm, pulling you back.

“We--”

“I love you,” he breathed, holding two thick, ornate bangles in his free hand. Both were decorated, from the side you could see, with marigolds, jewels gleaming in the center of their petals. You recognized each one.

One was the size to fit a large tail while the other...

“Alok.”

“I want us to leave belonging to one another.”

Your shaking hands dropped the large bag and his slid to hold both yours in his large one. “If we leave together, we’ll live together too won’t we?”

Even your head shook now, from side to side, hoping to discern the moment as waking or dreaming. “Alok. Of course, because...Of course we will.”

“Oh, please say it,” he said, tugging you nearer still.

He repeated your name and like a spell, you found your words, “We’ll live together because I love you, too.”

His thin mouth, soft and bloodless, fell to yours from his full height, his body curling over you as he pressed against your lips again.

“Let me put it on you,” he whispered, mouth moving against yours as you clung to him.

“Hurry and then we can....Just the bangles and then we must go before it’s too late.”

Careful of his claws, he lifted you to sit on his work table before slipping his own bangle over the small tip of his tail and up further, until it stuck in place under his belt.

There was no time to remove your pants, to mold the bangle against your bare thigh as was intended, but Alok’s thick hands skimming around the metal the entire way up burned as though he were doing just that.

You slid off the table, when the bangle was snug, to melt against him for one brief moment of loving calm, your face rubbing against his neck.

You didn’t have time for more.

After disentangling from his tight hold, you threw the bag at him, near tears as he scrambled to catch it. “I know it’s selfish, but I’m so glad you’re going to be mine instead of a king.”

And then you ran, hand in hand.

@

“Hey! Heeeeey,” one of the children yelled as the whole group of five ran toward you, kicking up dust on the dirt-packed road. “My momma said that snake man eats kids who don’t do chores!”

“My papa said he can’t help with the festival because he’s growing more arms!”

“That’s dumb, Brittany. My papa is smarter and he said the same thing as Corey’s momma. He’s a kid eater!”

The group shrieked in delighted horror as they squabbled on the specifics of what was really, truly going on in their village.

You hiked the basket in your arms higher after several attempts to respond, loudly telling them to pay attention or you’d leave.

As though pulled forward by strings, they straightened as still as a child could, a few even holding their hands over their mouths to keep silent.

“All of your parents are right,” you nodded, “Every two months he must curb his huge appetite and force back his new, child-grabbing arms so he doesn’t hurt the very naughty children of this village.”

They all clamored to stress their innocence in a cacophony of babbling that soon grew into questions.

“Is that why you live with him? ‘Cause you protect the village?”

“And him,” you said.

“At the same time?!”

“Of course, it’s my job. Now go back toward the smithy before you find out just how many arms he has.”

Lunging forward in jest was enough to urge the children away, all of them teasing the other that they would be last to get there and a snake man’s lunch.

@

“You’re horrible,” Alok groaned, scales pale pink and yellow from a successful shed. “Soon, they’ll be grown-ups, running us off.”

Hefting the basket onto the dining table, you laughed, “they adore you in secret.”

The cottages here were baked of mud, hay, and a few supportive beams of wood and yours was no different. There was no splendor in the room-less house, but it was truly yours and his. And that was luxury enough.

“They had enough this time?”

You shook the canteen of dye, moving to stand next to him on the low hammock that served as bed, “And the next shipment of birch will contain enough to last us three months or more.”

Alok smoothed his claw down your face, his own expression wistful, “I feel too content to explain.”

You pressed your nose against the pink of his jaw, letting him raise you to straddle him.

“Then show me.”