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i still cannot get over The Twins like.
imagine.
you have another version of you out there arguably living a life just as difficult as yours, if not more, that you can talk to at literally Any Time! and they're You so you basically already have half a convo down anytime you decide to pop on over via a portal
1610 and 42 stepping out of their respective portals side-by-side just to stroll out of an alleyway like nothin happened just going:
1610: LOUD SIGH
42: rough day too huh?
1610, brushing debris off of his shoulder: yeeep. another run-in with the rhino. again.
42: you didn't lock his dumb ass up like, last month? how'd he get out?
1610: don't know, don't care. so done with this week, i just wanna... i dunno. hibernate til spring đźâđš
42: man, what a mood.
1610: what happened to you? you look like you had a rougher day than me!
42, covered in visible bruises and cuts along with his bandages: mannnn... rougher week more like. well... rougher life. but. anyways.
they both nod at each other in Understanding
#mine#spiderverse#miles g morales#miles morales#can yall imagine the Sleepovers#and the fact that if miles canonically has anxiety then All Mileses have anxiety#goddamn. in 42's case the panic attacks would be SO damn painful alongside obvious ptsd symptoms#OUHHHHHHHGGGGHGGGBH MY BABY BOYS#if i think abt it too much ill cry đą#they are both Anxiety Brothers In Arms. just sharing one look between each other#and thats all they need#i am also so so so so enamoured with them swapping Mental Health Tips with each other#bc you know damn well aaron is NOT helping 42's traumatized ass with any of that đđđ#poor kiddo#then he finds 1610 and 1610 is like 'dude that sounds like symptoms of ptsd. also youre having a panic attack rn'#and a whole new world is opened up for widdle miles g#but 42 is Not Dumb and i know he has coping mechanisms of his own!#catch him str8 up sitting on 1610 when he's havin a panic attack and 1610 goes 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING'#42: trust me bro. you need pressure on you rn. i do this all the time when im panicking like u are#1610: you get someone to sit on you?!#42: uh. no. i haul over aaron's punching bag off the chain and lay it on me.#1610 who is now visibly much calmer: uhhh wow. hm. that's kind of a good idea actually#42: right?! it helps out a lot!
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My favourite things about the whole OceanGate disaster, in no particular order
That the vessel was originally named Cyclops II but the CEO renamed it to Titan, so itâs even BETTER than the Titanic
He also called it indestructible
The guy piloting the vessel is an ex-naval captain who has been on several titanic manned trips. But the guy is 77 rn
The billionaire from Pakistan is apparently friends with King Charles. Youâd think for someone whoâs besties with a guy whose job was literally being born, heâd care more about protecting his bloodline. Instead, he brought his 19 year old with him
Meanwhile, the stepson of one of the other billionaires (I think the British one named Hamish) went to a Blink 182 concert. When questioned about this, he basically went âmy family would want me to go to the concertâ. Today, minutes after posting about asking for thoughts and prayers, he @âed an OF model on Twitter, asking her to sit on his face
Bc itâs part of the safety demo & music track list for the trip, there is a VERY good chance that if thereâs still some power left in the sub, itâs playing an instrumental of My Heart Will Go On on loop
Also, the vessel is a submersible bc it doesnât meet literally any of the safety regulations to be called a submarine. Which the CEO knew, because heâs blatantly said that safety regulations get in the way of progress
The CEO once stated that he thought the future of humanity was not in space, but in the ocean when the surface becomes uninhabitable
Apparently the controller heâs using has REAL bad reviews because the connection always fails
These idiots paid $250k EACH but they had to pack their own lunch. Not even a damn charcuterie board
The pilotâs seat is on the toilet. So whenever someone needs to go, the pilot needs to move
Thereâs 1 window looking out. Thatâs it
Itâs about the size of a minivan
The sub uses texts (but only to the CEOâs phone) to communicate, as well as StarLink, but they can only access that if they surface
The door literally cannot be opened from inside
There is a decent chance that at least 1 person has been cannibalized (my bet was the pilot since heâs not rich, but bc of the banging sounds, heâs probs not dead, so it may be the CEO)
Theyâre supposed to run out of oxygen tomorrow (22/06/23) at 7 am est, but tbh, the CO2 scrubber system will probs fail before that
The toilet is a plastic bag
This is only the 3rd time in 3 years the vessel has gone to the Titanic. Every other time, thereâs an issue and they gotta turn back within like 4 hours
A lot of major news networks are trying to remain positive, but itâs a HILARIOUS comparison when you go to social media and every single person is like âyeah that shit is built like a cardboard boat, theyâre fuckedâ
The companyâs name is literally called OceanGate
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18+ Minors dni Enemies to lovers with some massage therapist Bucky. Breeding kinnk, aftercare, Bucky is a secret softie, all that.
Imagine Rival Biker Bucky x f reader. A smutty, slutty little concept while I add the finishing touches to another fic, just getting this out of my system first. I just love the idea of a sexy, bad boy Bucky getting his hands on the one girl who won't give him a second glance because she's too good for him and they're from opposite worlds. Since childhood. Now he's a biker. Covered in black ink. He works in an auto shop. Owns the bar that brings in chaos. He's smoke, whiskey and leather.
She, however, is soft, pretty, smart and does not have the time to entertain someone like him. She has her degree. Working on a second. She has a career. She does not associate with the likes of him, not as the police chiefs daughter. She'll be damned if she has to even breathe the same air, especially when his gang is the cause for half the problems in the town that her father has been trying to get rid of.
Now, imagine that hours of working on her notes and papers leave her with unbearable knots and kninks in her back. She doesn't want to take a break but the pain only gets worse as the week goes by. It doesn't take long for her to shoot her regular massage therapist a message to book the very first available appointment.
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You unclasped your bra, folding and setting it off to the side while waiting for Wanda in the warmly lit room. You could have sworn she was a witch with the way she made pain disappear; sheâd also become a good friend after your many visits.
The knock at the door interrupted you as you slid your shorts off, leaving you in your panties, not rushing to jump onto the table considering it was just Wanda anyway.
âCome in!â You smiled, making your way to the massage bed as the door clicked open- âOh my God!!â You nearly shrieked seeing Bucky walk in, a shit eating from spreading across his face as you scrambled to grab the tiny towel to cover yourself though it was a futile attempt. âWhat the hell are you doing here?!â
"You have an appointment, don't you?" He quirked an eyebrow as if it was clear as day why he was there.
"Yeah, with Wanda, why are you here, did you get lost on the way to jail?" Your face scrunched in a mix of confusion and disgust ignoring the roll of his eyes while you snatched your shirt to better cover up.
"Well Wanda couldn't make it in but she sent me" He said with a shrug, sighing when he saw your less than impressed face, "Don't flatter yourself, I'm just training under her as part of my physiotherapy internship"
"I'm sorry, you're trying to tell me you of all people are learning how to give massages? Please"
"Physiotherapy" Bucky corrected, "You're not the only one who has a degree, princess" Bucky watched as you groaned realizing you hadn't put your bra on, opting to stuff it in your bag instead of putting it back on in front of him.
"You are NOT laying a finger on me-ow!" You hissed, feeling the knot in your back tug at the rest of your muscles.
"You're not gonna be able to do a whole lot with that much pain" Bucky smirked, only half joking. He wasn't wrong. The pain was worse than before and you needed this an you really didn't have the time to reschedule.
"Fine" You mumbled, turning away from him so you could take your shirt off again, glaring at him when you noticed he hadn't turned away. "Could you at least give me some privacy instead of lurking in the corner like a pervert"
"Whatever you want, princess" He bit his lip as he faced the wall, hearing your feet pad across the tile to lay down on the massage table.
"Alright" You huffed after covering your lower body with the towel, now laying face down, immediately second guessing yourself as he walked over.
"Let me know if anything's uncomfortable or if you want me to stop" His voice was no longer snarky; in fact he sounded professional. "Where do you feel the most tension?"
"Um-shoulders and-lower back" You mumbled out the last bit, he was going to massage you there anyway so there so no pointed hiding it. You tensed at the feeling of his oiled fingers starting to work at your muscles, he had no right to be that good. At all.
âShitâ you hissed trying to keep your voice down, ignoring the clench of your stomach feeling his rough fingers press down on the areas that were tight. Little did you know Bucky was struggling far more than you were.
It went against every bit of professionalism he had. Every moan you tried to silence went right to his cock, his hands making their way lower before trailing up again. Fuck, you sounded so pretty...
"Better stop making those sounds"
"Or what" You challenged back before you could even stop yourself.
"Princess..."
"Your attitude is what needs fixing" Bucky growled, professionalism be damned, "fuck this"
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You have no idea how you ended up here. It didn't matter though, not when there wasn't a single cohesive thought in your brain as you wailed letting Bucky absolutely rail you. Your back didn't feel an ounce of pain as he took you on all fours, pulling your hips to slam back against him, gripping your ass with enough strength to leave you sore.
"Feel better now huh baby, not trying to stay quiet anymore, are ya" He let out a low chuckle which melted into a groan feeling you tighten on his dick, "Such a good little princess like you letting me put my dick in you, dirty girl"
You hate to admit it but the clench of your cunt betrays how much you love this. It was so wrong. You had no business fucking someone like him and yet where you were letting his precum paint all over the inside of your walls.
"What would your daddy say princess, if he knew where you were right now, what you were doin'? Thinking you're studying when you're actually all pretty and naked, letting me rub that gorgeous body up and down, bet you'd let me put my cum in you too, huh? Bet your dad would love that, his perfect little girl all knocked up with some bikers baby"
You could have said no, stayed silence, just about anything but nope. You screamed feeling his fingers reach around the massage your clit, your orgasm wasting no time hurling towards you.
"Ja-Ja-JAMESSS"
"MMMPHH I love the sound of that baby, could get used to hearing you sayin' my name, say it again princess, say my name with my cock in you, c'mon, that's it"
"Fuck-James-I-James" You were a mess and loving every bit of it, tears starting to flow down your cheeks, all the pent up stress you were feeling finally releasing. You felt your throat tighten, a sob escaping your lips as you let go, your arousal making a creamy mess on the dark curly hair on the base of his cock.
"God, you're milkin me, you want my cum that bad huh baby, want a little biker baby in that tummy of yours, I'll give it to you, give you so much I might even put twins in there-FUCKK"
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"Shhhh" Bucky cooed, wrapping you up in a fluffy towel while cuddling up your limp body, wiping away any remnants of tears while you stayed floating in a subby, post sex haze. "I got you, you did so good princess" You only manage to let out a weak whimper, giving into his warm, thick arms that rock you.
"You alright angel?"
"Mph" you mumble against his chest and he reaches over for a glass of water that's nearby, bringing it up for you to take a sip. You're surprised at how sweet he's being, drinking up before snuggling into him again. Damn him for being so warm and comfy.
"Y'know, there might be a little Bucky in there" He whispers with a playful smirk in his voice, fingers tickling your lower belly, chuckling when you narrow your eyes at him.
"You wish" You sass back, ignoring the butterflies you feel.
"I do" He admits, biting his lip, his previous cocky demeanor replaced with a shy one, though he tries to mask it. Poorly. His cheeks are pinker than the time you threw paint on him for pulling your pigtails. When you were both 4. "I'd want Bucky jr. to have your brains though"
Imagine that incident sets off a very interesting chain of events. A confession of feelings. You both couldn't be happier, meanwhile your father is grumbling about how he knew this fuckin' day would come, God damn it.
"I never liked that boy" He struggles to keep a scowl on his face watching you giggle like you were 4 again, running to the door as soon as you hear the rumble of his bike.
"Shut up, you love him" Your mom chides, watching Bucky swoop you up for a loving kiss, heading you a bouquet of yellow flowers as he always does.
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"I still don't like 'em" Your dad says while you roll your eyes, your arm linked with his as he walks you down the aisle.
"Is that why all the files you had to build a case against him all suddenly went missing?" You tease and your dad shugs.
"Wasn't me"
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just an idea.
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đïžâđČđ°đđŽ đ¶đ¶đž........... THE SORCERER KILLER ......filed under the that's not my jjk man series
visitor log: an extra toji fushiguro should be double the trouble and double the fun but neither likes to share, you know for sure which ones your tojiâbut do you really even care?
classifications: bratty!reader, brat taming, breeding, baby trapping, hair pulling, spit play + creampies, jealousy, grump!toji, daddy kink
incidents: 4.8k
*bam-bam*
Your favorite playlist pulses through the speakers as you occasionally stir the creamy mac and cheese simmering thatâs almost ready for dinner, the rich aroma of melted cheddar and butter fills the kitchen.
Using the spatula as a microphone youâre filming a cute lil reel for all your IG followers. So absorbed in the tasks the unexpected knock at the door pulls you from your groove.
âTojiâDaddy, Iâm still cooking. Can you get the door?â
Urgh, youâd have to edit this out.
*bam-bam*
âBaby, thereâs someone at the door!â
*bam-bam*
âTOJI! ANSWER THE DAMN DOOR NOW!â
Irritated, you stop recording and storm out of the kitchen.Â
To be honest you are already at your witsâ end as Toji had been gone all week and had promised to take you out tonightâquarantine be damnedâafter being stuck in the house for so long. However, he showed up much earlier than expected, looking like a stray dog who hadnât seen shelter in days and grumbling about being hungry.Â
He frankly didnât look like heâd be in any condition to take you out later but you werenât about to let him weasel out of this so easily. So you drew him a bath, sat him in front of the TV with some beers and were now cooking him food like the good little domesticated girlfriend you were proving to beâensuring he had no excuse not to take you out tonight.
You wanted date night and new content to post after so long in isolation!
Stomping into the living room, ready to tell him off, you find Toji completely knocked out on the sofa, sound asleep snoring, with a UFC match playing on the TV.
âUgh, youâre lucky youâre kinda cute when you sleep, old manâŠâ
You shake your head, yet the pounding at the door interrupts your musings.Â
*bam-bam-bam*
âYeah, yeah Iâm coming! Keep it in your pants.â
Rolling your eyes, you mumble the last part under your breath.
Wiping your hands on your apron, you peep through the window only to see that your impatient visitor wasâhuh?!
TOJI!?Â
âHey, been waitinâ out âere forever doll, lower the barrier. Câmon, mamas.â
You freeze before slowly backing away from the door.
Fuck! A doppelgĂ€nger âŠ?Â
Or waitâŠsurely your Toji is already inside, right?
RIGHT?!
Quietly, you creep back down the hall into the living room to find Toji still passed out on the couch. His head tilts back, mouth opened wide enough to catch flies as he continues to snore, legs sprawled out in a manspread. In one of Tojiâs hands he holds a scratched-off lottery ticket (he won 2000 yen), while the other lazily scratches his balls in his sleep.Â
Empty, crushed beer cans are scattered across your coffee table, while the crumbs from your brand new, yet now-demolished, bag of wasabi peas linger on his chest.
Yeah⊠*sighs* ...this was definitely your Toji alright.Â
It also dawns on you that with his heavenly restriction, any barrier is pretty much nullified.Â
Toji didnât need you to lower it for him. He could waltz right in himself like it wasnât thereâlike heâd done earlier tooâcompletely surprising you as he didnât even bother to knock or call ahead.Â
Okay, well, yayâyour first dopplegĂ€nger encounter and you correctly identified it.Â
That was simple enough.
Now to actually deal with the doppelgĂ€nger at your door was a different matter entirely.Â
You sure as fuck werenât letting them in.Â
But you also werenât so sure it would just go away on its own as theyâve been reported to be pretty persistent.
Tsk, should you wake Toji up then?Â
You knew Toji to be a big grumpy olâ man bear after a nap and you didnât want to deal with that. Plus, youâd barely seen him all week with an increase in his contracts from Shiu due to the doppelgĂ€nger appearances, itâs why heâs passed out so hard in the first place.
Toji would be even more disgruntled to see a doppelgĂ€nger of himself of all people, effectively ruining the night youâve been waiting all week for.
So you would just have to get rid of this fraud Toji yourselfâŠsomehow.
Easier said than done though as itâs not like you could kill the thing yourself, being the low grade sorcerer you are, especially if it mimicked Tojiâs strength too.
You lightly chew your nail in contemplation, unsure of what to do exactly when you hear the knocking again, this time more urgent.Â
*bam-bam-bam-bam-bam*
Shit at this rate the real Toji would wake up.
With a huff you return to the foyer. You were more quiet this time in your approach but the doppelgĂ€nger curse senses you regardless as he speaks to you through the door.Â
âCâmon on baby, Iâm so sorry for not being around as much. Please lower the barrier, alrite? Iâll make it up tâya mamas.â
Cautiously peeking out the window again you frown as doppelgĂ€nger Toji is still parked outside your door, clearly not going anywhere. The copy was pretty convincing too you have to admit, looking every bit as delectable as the real thingâmaybe even a bit moreâgiven the actual Tojiâs current sloppy couch potato status.
BUTââSo sorry?!â Â
Since when did Toji ever so willingly apologize for anythingâand the âpleaseâ?!Â
Yeah, please is right, as itâs something Toji would never say this easilyâthis creature was definitely not your Toji!
Even if you had been moved ever-so-slightly by the tinge of genuine contrition in its voice, this thing had Tojiâs personality all wrong.
You had to admit it was a pretty good ploy though.Â
The curse even sounded just like Toji and used similar lingo, it was almost flawlessâbutâthe flaw it did have was huge.Â
âListen, Iâm gonna level with you. Itâs not worth it buddy, turn into someone else. He's sleeping now but he'll literally rip you apart if he wakes up and I donât wanna deal with the âtude heâs gonna have after. It will ruin our whole date night and I never get date night!â
You harshly whispered through the door.Â
Although, to be honest you were a little embarrassed you let that last part slip out like that. However your frustrations from the isolation were boiling over and this Toji looked just like the real one, you couldnât help but take it out a little bit on them.
âBesides, I know for a fact you arenât the real Toji.â
Pulling away from the window, you check the barrier again as you silently hope the doppelgĂ€nger will just get the hint and leave.Â
Standing in the foyer, you donât hear anything for a minute and you think it might have actually leftâalthough you wouldnât know without looking again as the thing seemingly also mimicked heavenly restriction to a certain extent as you werenât able to sense him either. However, thankfully the limitations of the fraud Toji appeared to be keeping it from freely passing through barriers apparentlyâone thing thankfully that could not be mimicked.Â
âYa know maâŠI already knowâthat you know, that is. Tsk, wouldn't be hard to figure out, given his abilities alone.â
Tojiâs smooth voice comes through the door. Well, not your Toji, Toji #2, the doppelgĂ€nger.Â
You had a sassy remark ready to throw at him but the doppelgĂ€ngerâs next words give you pause.
âBut it wasnât the abilities that gave me away, right? He doesn't apologize as much as he needs to, eh ma?âÂ
Silence.
âNâ ya really think yâer going out somewhere tonight, mamas? That old man ainât waking up for a while.âÂ
You're not sure how exactly to respond to copycat Toji.Â
Thoroughly stunned, you know his words ring true, yet they manage to sound just as condescending as the real Toji does sometimes when he's certain he's right.
Scoffing, you know you remaining quiet is an answer all on its own.Â
âYou know you donât deserve that, mamas⊠You could do better. Someone who could actually be around more, eh?â
Spot-on in his assessment, doppelgĂ€nger Toji doesnât need to see you chewing on your lip to know he has you hooked. You are too caught up in your own head, left isolated for too long to think rationally at the moment.Â
However, had you taken the time to peek out of the side window again, you would have seen the self-satisfied smirk on the cloneâs face knowing he had slightly hooked you.
âDonât think of me as a copy mamasâconsider me an upgrade.â
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When Tojiâthe real Tojiâfinally wakes up, heâs practically ravenous.Â
The wasabi peas did little to satisfy him, waiting for you to finish cooking your famous mac and cheese and drinking all that beer had amplified his hunger even more.Â
Although overall, it had left him tired. He hadnât been on this many jobs in literal years. Though he had turned down many contracts in the past out of disinterest or sheer laziness, the money these clowns were offering to eliminate wayward copies was pure insanity
Upwards of 150 million yen for some light-weight level one & two curses?
Toji would be a fool to turn down that easy money.Â
And while certainly easy, the jobs had been tedious, feeling near endless.Â
Nearly every bastard in Tokyo had a copy running aroundâif not multiple and after a week of non-stop work with barely any sleep, it finally caught up to Toji.
With a yawn more similar to a light roar, Toji looks around, cracking his stiff neck. He isnât sure how much time has passed but heâs a little annoyed. Most of the lights are off and you are nowhere to be found, usually heâd hear you in the kitchen or youâd be curled up beside him, molded into his side body.Â
His eyes briefly narrowing, Toji knows he was supposed to take you out tonight so you can finally get some air after being cooped up so long. But knowing how big a brat you could be, youâd better not have disobeyed him and gone outside yourself just because heâd oversleptâit was still too dangerous.
Yet any remnants of sleep instantly dissipates when Toji hears your soft flirtatious laughter coming from the foyer.Â
Rising up from his hibernation spot on your sofa and following the sound of your voice to the front of the house, Tojiâs annoyance grows with every step. He can sense somethingâs offâhis innate senses are screaming at him.
When Toji lays eyes on you he realizes thereâs actually something that leaves him even more irritated than you speaking with your coworker, Gojo Satoru.
Much worse.Â
You were talking, noâflirting with Tojiâs own doppelgĂ€nger at that!
Not only had you made yourself comfortable, chatting with him through the screen door from a cozy chair while he sat on a stool heâd scooched over on the porch, but youâd even lowered the barrier long enough to give the lousy clone a plate of foodâa plate Toji instantly recognized as the mac and cheese you were supposed to make for him.
You fed that fucker his food too?!
Tojiâs patience dwindles rapidly as you fail to notice him right awayâtoo deep in conversation, happily entertaining a version of Toji that, for once, actually listens to all the topics the real Toji dismisses as âgirly shit.â The clone lavishing praises of your dancing skills and how cute all your photos look as you show off your IG and TikTok.Â
Even though you are genuinely clueless, it's apparent that his doppelgĂ€nger notices Toji. The subtle smirk and twitch of his clone's scarred lip mocks the real Toji as the doppelgĂ€nger leans into the barrier, trying to get closer to you. If Toji were the introspective type, he might have realized in that moment how insufferable he sometimes appeared to you, seeing as how much his own expression had just pissed him offâbut the murderous intent boiling in his veins seared away any such thoughts.
âTHE FUCK?!â
Hearing Tojiâs roar starles you so bad you almost fall out of your chair.Â
Snapping back to reality you had nearly forgotten youâd spent the last 3 hours or so chatting with DTâshort Doppel Tojiâas you dubbed him. Unlike your real block-headed oaf of a boyfriend you have, Doppel Toji was so easy to talk toâabout anything!Â
Wanting to learn more of human culture and customs, Doppel-Toji hung on to your every word as you explained the details of being a new breakout influencer and how hard it was seeing as the real Toji wanted you to block nearly every man who commented on any of your posts. Â
âOh, Toji, youâre finally up? Itâs only been 3 hours and the restaurant is likely closing down by now!âÂ
You roll your eyes.
âAnyway while you were napping, Doppel-Toji, DT here, has been keeping me company.â
Doppel-Toji nodded in approval of the nickname, the same smarmy smirk on his face that the real Toji was itching to rip off.
You turn back to the real Toji, seemingly unaware of just how close he was to losing his entire shit.Â
âBabe, these doppelgĂ€nger âs arenât that bad at all! Some, like DT here, just want to live normal lives as doubles! DT here wants to be a milkman, isn't that right?â
Doppel-Toji gives you a wide smile that reached into his eyes, one that creeped Toji out to see on his own face, especially as you were even smiling back at him foolishly not even realizing how the doppelgĂ€nger âs gaze had since drifted onto your jiggly tits and then even lower to see how your dress had ridden damn near past your supple thighs.Â
Wearing only your cute, thin, cotton-ribbed lil pj dress with cherries printed on it you were practically naked as the sheer material teases the color of your nipples and shows the outline of the thong straps digging into the swell of your thick hips.
Yeah, by the way his doppel is looking at you the real Toji is certain the only milkman job his freak of a doppel wants is to be one turning your succulent fat cunt into heavy cream.
Heh, over the Tojiâs dead fucking body thoughâwell the copy of it at least that's for sure.
âMamas, câmon you canât be this bird-brainedâŠâ
The real Toji crossed his arms leaning on the wall trying to keep his cool so you'd realize on your own just how silly you were being but he unintentionally made you lose yours.
âA bird?! Did you just call me a fuckinâ bird Toji Fushiguro!?â
You turn back to Doppel-Toji, whose smirk shifts to an understanding expression by the time you meet his gaze again.
âSee this is exactly what I was talking about!â
Pointing an accusing finger at the real Toji and DT nods sympathetically, shooting eyes over to the real Toji who didnât need his enhanced senses of heavenly restrict to sniff-out this nice-guy act was all a fuckinâ farce from a mile away.Â
Voicing your frustrations, you're still griping as you once again face the real Toji who was just about fuckinâ fed up with this stupid-ass charade.Â
âListen, Toji we need to talk⊠DT says you donât appreciate me enough! You havenât been around at all lately and I know youâve been busy but you could at least callââ
The real Toji closes his eyes, unraveling his arms and cracking his neck as you continue to prattle on. Heâs at his limit and he ainât about to sit through a nagging lecture all while a phony ass version of himself sat there ridiculing him too.
Furthermore, despite there being truth to Toji not being around lately, heâd actually tried to make up for it the best he could. Toji had venmoâd you money to cover your groceries and billsâsomething he hadnât done for a woman since his late wife!
Overindulging you, Toji even bought you the newly released iphone you wanted (even though you still have last yearâs model and its working just fine). However, according to youâ âyou need the latest new camera for your reels! And what else were you supposed to do but take fire selfies for all your followers if youâre stuck inside all day!âÂ
Rolling his eyes at the memory, Toji wasnât exactly sure when you had domesticated him. Nevertheless, somehow heâd gone from asking you to âhold 4000 yen for the weekâ to sending you large chunks of his payouts to keep you happyâall before he realized heâd cared enough about you to even go this far.Â
If you being a materialistic attention-seeking slutty lilâ thing wasnât enough, you were also greedy tooâstill not satisfied and pouting until he was home again to bend your legs back over your head while he ruined your greedy lil' pussy.
As a result of the real Toji spoiling you sour, youâd turned into the nag before him now. Acting like he cared nothing for you whenever you didnât get your way exactly when and how you wanted it.
ââand thatâs why DT says you better act right before you lose me!â
HehâŠ
Your clingy lil ass wasnât going nowhereâyou were a fuckinâ brat and Toji should have known it would come to this.
Opening his eyes with a chillingly murderous grin, Tojiâs demeanor sends shivers down both you and the doppelgĂ€ngerâs back.Â
âSâthat right ma?âIs that what he says, eh?â
From there it all happened so fast you werenât sure what exactly even happened.
You think Toji had ripped the screen door off its hinges, destroying it and shattering the barrier while seemingly producing inverted spear of heaven out of thin air to take the doppelgĂ€nger's head right off his body.Â
But you werenât sure.
Where were you? Still in the foyer?
In fact, you canât really be sure of anything at the moment as Toji has your nighty rolled up past your tits that bounce wildly in his face as his big brawny hands around forcibly slide you up and down on his girthy cock.Â
You didnât know where your panties had even gone, Toji likely tore them off, shredding them to bits, for all you know.Â
Your thoughts and current timelines are utterly jumbled as Toji completely hollows out your insides, molding your poor abused hole to the shape of his cock. His brawny grip imprints into your flesh, slamming your hips flush to his while allowing his bulbous cockhead to roughly kiss your cervix with every breath-stopping thrust down on his length. Shivers furiously ripple through your body as your clit is continuously assaulted over and over by the unkept pubes at his base.Â
The rough treatmentâjust how you like itâreleases waves of sublime ecstasy sizzling in your brain. Toji is effectively lobotomizing you with his mean fat cock, the relentless drilling thrusts liquifying your consciousness.
FuckâŠwaitâum, what was your name again even?Â
The only name, thing, place you can think of right now begins and ends with Toji as he continues to bully himself inside your body, rippling shockwaves through your cunt that shift your organs around just to his liking.
âTojiiiiiii, d-dahddy puh-leaseeee!!â
Your slurs are near intelligible but Toji can still make out his name as drool spills over your lips almost as fast as your babbles, thoughts of his doppel completely wiped from your slutty lilâ head.Â
Yet even with the now decapitated clone, it wasnât fully dead just yet. It was a stronger one, near special grade, severing its body parts wouldn't be enough to destroy them. The effects of the inverted spear made RCT impossible for it though as it withered on the ground.
It lay helplessly, dying slowly as Toji fucked the dogshit out of you on the comfy chair you had once been in. Proving to you and the curse that no copy could ever hope to have you falling apart like thisâcompletely dumb for his cock only. Â
So easily getting cockdrunk anytime Toji stirs up your guts is why you donât even register the raspy words Toji practically growls as youâ
ïżœïżœYou hear that, baby?â
Smacking your ass hard, your flesh ripples against Tojiâs palm.
âAnswer me slut!â
His insatiable plundering of your cunt as you so blissed-out that the sting of your sore redding ass startles you.
âT-T-Tojsshii!!!â
You whine, sobbing as tears pour down your face, soaking your nighty that was damn near pushed up to your neck now. Toji knowing how big he was usually let you have the reins while in cowgirl but not this timeâthis was your punishment for being such a bitchy lilâ brat thinking he could be swayed behind some empty fuckin' threats of being replaced.
âNuh-uh, slutty mamas.â
Toji mercilessly delivers another opened palmed smack that sizzles the nerve ends on your reddening bottom.
âYa fed that discount version of me my dinnerâso Iâmma have to make my ownâmmm ya hear that? My version of mac nâ cheese sâalmost ready.â Of course, the mac and cheese Toji is referring to his none other than your ooey gooey cunt. Your pussy lips stretch to their limits, yet desperately swallowing his thick girth with a series of wet squelches, glops, and bubbles. The milky fluids that are pushed out of you make an awful mess, running down Tojiâs heavy balls and soiling your expensive comfy velvet chair.Â
âNow thisâthis is how you make mac nâ cheese ma, hear that creaminess? You thought that fuckinâ loser ass fake was gonna make a freak-nasty pussy like yours sing like this?â
You can only gasp in response, trying to hang onto him and your own sanity while you dig your nails into Tojiâs biceps for leverage as he drills you down on him within an inch of your sanityâthe acoustics of your cunt ringing salaciously in your ears.Â
âTsk, look at ya ma, actinâ like you canât take it when this is what ya really fuckin' wanted all week.â
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
Youâre really going to have to speak up now to get Toji to hear you over the sordid sounds of your cheeks being clapped to hell and back.Â
"HMPH! MMMâN-No! AHHHâI-I want⊠SHIIIIIIT SâGUDâahhh ahhhâd-date!!â
Another slap stings your ass as you pathetically pout, making Toji smack your jiggly flesh once more for good measure. Your cute lilâ expressions only fuel his mean streak.
âNow mamas, ya know we were never gonna go on that dateânâ I know, ya know why.â
Blushing, you bite your lip, shaking your head as you feign ignorance. holding back your sobsânot wanting to own up to what you and Toji both already know to be facts.
âCâmon slut, donât act all shy now. Ya know the reason why we never go on datesâbecause this filthy leaky cunt of yours canât be âround me for too long without wanting to get filled upâat the movies *smack* âin the back of the bar *smack* âheh, didnât ya even make me fuck ya horny lil ass dirty in the filthy-ass stall at the park? *smack* Bratty lil cunt not being able to wait the 5 minute drive homeâŠâ
Your pussy flutters tighter around Toji, answering for you as he continues to chuckle at your embarrassment. You were a shameless lil' whore for his dick, and you were at your worst level of brat when you didnât get it for even a short period of time.
âWhaddya say then? Ya donât think I appreciate ya ma? Even though I fuck ya, whenever and however your pretty pussy begs for it? Heh. Well then, let me show this pretty cunny how much she's appreciated.âÂ
Further sliding down the chair, Toji plants his feet firmly on the ground so he can pump himself into you harder. The new angle has his cock pounding deliciously against your g-spot. You bounce wildly for a few pumps before your core muscles, fatigued and screaming at you, have you falling forward onto him. Nuzzling your head into his well-sculpted chest to smother your wails, you're unable to do anything but just take it.Â
âYa hear that, mamas? That's your pussy saying thank you to my cock. Sheâs always so grateful t'me mamas, better behaved than you anyday.â
Biting into one of his large pectorals Toji chuckles at your feeble attempt to still rebel against him. Your bites feel more akin to a soft tickleâyet the indents your teeth leave spark a feral urge in Toji, who in turn, ramps up the voracity a few levels.Â
Sliding his hands from your waist he grips your cheeks, spreading them while you sink down further a few millimeters that almost seemed impossible, already being so full of him.Â
âI know she knows how much I care about âer by the way sheâs gushinâ on me, squeezing me like sheâs begging me make her cum, she deserves it even if ya donât.â
Cheeks cracked-open wide, your puckered rear exposed, Toji smirks as he presses his middle finger against your ridges to toy with the entrance of your asshole. When Toji starts rimming the tight ring of muscle in a furious circular motion, the finger already so slick nâ sticky from your juicesâyou can already feel just how fuckin hard your about to cum.
âTskâshame that mouth of yours you always gettinâ her and your lilâ ass in trouble, eh?â
Soundless moans leave you, your throat raw from the straining of your vocalsâthat is until Toji sinks his burly finger deeper into your hole, hooking and pressing against the thin wall to the point he can feel how hard he is coring-out your cunt from even the tight insides of your ass.
OH FUCK!Â
Too much!Â
Too good!
The intrusive and unexpected assault on your back hole is what finally does it for you. Toes curling to the point of cramps your bision blacks out and you think you lost consciousness completely but its your own vocals croaking out cries as you cumâhard that grounds you back to reality. Shivers take over your body and your clenching around Toji so ferally he lets out his own string of curses and he bites into your neck, filling you upâhis hefty load overstuffing your pussy as it squelches out and down the sides of his cock.
You donât know how much time has passed but youâre still trembling in the afterglow of your orgasm. Weakly look up at Toji, all teary-eyed and dazed, in pout so adorable it only makes him want to ruin you more in the most animalistic way possible.
You honestly had him wrapped around your finger like no woman had before and he was going to fuck that knowledge into you, preventing this situation from happening again.
Better yetâToji was gonna fuck a baby into you to prove it.Â
Sear his cum directly into your walls, painting you with his scent and effectively turn your womb into a pretty lil' dump over nâ overâuntil he finally planted his kid in you.
You wouldnât be able to complain to him about being lonely then and fuck knows how long this doppelgĂ€nger shit was gonna last.Â
Fuck tho.
The thought of you fully pregnant and round with his child got his dick back up nâ jumpinâ just from picturing you n'your cute round lil' belly waddling around. So much so that when Toji pulls you off of him to manhandle you into the next position he doesnât even notice your brand new phone on the ground next to his feet untilâÂ
*CRUNCH*
âTojiiii my new phone! I still have reels that havenât been posted!!!â
Youâre coughing out your complaints, dizzy and out of breath from being fucked so hard. Scanning the ground for your phone you can barely support yourself as you bend forward to access the damage, until you feel Toji snatch you back up.
âHeh, fuck that phone and fuck ya IG ma. Iâmma about to give ya something to put on a sonogram insteadânow drape ya fine self over the back of this chair nâ toot that pretty peach of an ass up.â
The slap to your backside this time is so loud the force causes your ears to ring along with the rest of your body to tingle, your tongue lolling out of your mouth drooling from the force rocking into your overstimmed cunt.Â
âNâ mânot asking ya!â
You would have surely collapsed to the ground if Toji, fed up, hadnât just taken matters into his own hands and positioned your limp, ragdoll-like body over the chair himself.
Ass up and out on display, Toji parts your swollen folds with his thumbs. Admiring his cum plugging your gaping slit, Toji gifts a wad of spit into your hole adding to the fluids before he rubs his dick, now even harder than before, through your ruined folds.Â
Grabbing your hair and yanking your head back Tojiâs words send shivers down your spine as he bullies himself into your core once moreâall in one go, taking him in so nicely like a slutty lil glove.
âListen ma, the only DT I ever wanna hear you say is âDaddy Tojiâ. Now scream it for me, baby. Loudly. Tell the whole neighborhood, eh? They're already lookinâ. â
Huh? What was heâŠFuck, the front door was wide open this entire time?!?!
Struggling to keep your bleary eyes open, your body keenly jolts from the backshots Toji is ruthlessly gifting your cunt. Losing yourself to pleasure again you see another doppelgĂ€nger on the approaching from the streetâ
This time itâs a perfect copy ofâyou!Â
However your copy freezes on the lawn once it catches sight of your state caused by the giant bear of a man recklessly pummeling into your limp body from behind and his nearly dead doppel, whose limbs still miraculously twitch while scattered over the porch.Â
Your doppelâs face twists in horror before she quickly flees the scene, smart enough to have more self-preservation than Tojiâs as she wisely decides against engaging in any of these fuckinâ problems.
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Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)
Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)
Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)
Masterlist
CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), mammon and mc taking a shower together, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, kinda ooc but i had so much fun with this
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Lucifer
Wherever you went, rumor followed. Haven't you heard? The mighty Lord of Pride has a significant other. Who could it be? Maybe the prince or his butler? Both of them? Or perhaps it was just some random demon? Surely not the human... right?
"Of course not!" said the witch, surrounded by both curious and jealous nobles.
You weren't in the balcony, but you could still hear the conversation in your spot near the open door. You could also hear the gasps and the murmurs. It was ridiculous.
What to do next? You could interrupt the gossip and make your relationship public; after all, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you both in Ristorante Six or an empty hallway in RAD.
Ignoring them was the better option, however. No words sounded aggressive and yet polite enough to get the witch to shut up without making a scene. Plus, Lucifer was looking exquisitely fine that night. His wings did wonders to his appearance.
"Then who?" the voices asked while you walked away towards your boyfriend.
"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything..."
Oh no she did not.
"But we're just so in love"
I'll be damned, you thought. She did.
The wrath you felt was primal and it provoked a worried glance from Satan, who was chatting with one of his many contacts in the other side of the ballroom.
You wanted to make an entrance, a dramatic one, but you could only watch as the witch talked and talked about her supposed first date with Lucifer, their first kiss, their first time, his performance in bed (which... No. She was so wrong about that one).
Finally, you opened your mouth.
"You don't say?"
But that wasn't your voice.
Beside you stood Lucifer in all his glory, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a hand hugging your waist. The floor trembled under your feet as he walked and, if it wasn't for his tight grip, the magic induced vertigo would've send you to the ground.
You could tell he was trying not to harm you too much, but the group in the balcony wasn't so lucky. All of them were on their knees and some even coughing blood.
"Do tell all your stories tonight, by dawn you'll have no tongue to keep lying"
The witch had tears in her eyes, too focused on her own pain to be aware of her surroundings or his words. Was he being serious? You wanted to ask what would really happen to that woman, but Lucifer was always two steps ahead.
He cradled your face and kissed you, slowly yet firm. His cold skin felt good against yours, already blushing under his half lidded eyes.
"Dance with me?" he asked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.
Damn, did he know how to distract you.
Mammon
"You're dating the Great Mammon!" he'd said with his characteristic smile, both of you eating ramen in your bed while watching bad romcoms "That's something to be stoked about! You need to tell everyone about it!"
Of course, that translated to: please, please, please, I need people to know that I bagged YOU and YOU chose ME.
So, there you were, chatting with his makeup stylist and some other models while he posed in front of the camera. It was better than you expected, actually. You thought the fashion world in the Devildom would be full of self righteous assholes and insufferable divas, but you couldn't be more wrong.
Well, of course, there's always an exception.
There was a demoness in the other side of the studio, taking selfies with a pout in her lips and a fake, nauseating, innocence in her expression. She looked toxic from a mile away.
And yet, your boyfriend dated her for three months; three long and excruciating months, yes, but still. They'd dated.
And you were cool with that. So so cool with that. You were chill. A freezer, even. You loved Mammon and everyone and their mother could tell Mammon loved you. Everything was fine.
Except... well...
It was easy to forget the brothers were famous and popular bachelors, princes of hell, that, just like in every human monarchy, had fans to spare. People that would support them no matter what they did and no matter who they dated and people that would hate everyone they dated because... You don't really know why.
You just had some haters.
And this bitch was taking advantage of this, you knew it in your heart.
Rumors of Mammon cheating on you with one of his model coworkers had been there since the beginning of your relationship. It was something you just had to live with, one of the reasons the Avatar of Greed doted on you with everything he had.
Mammon loved you.
So why did you panick so much when he stood up in the underwear he was advertising, getting ready for the next picture, and the demoness took a selfie of her lips with his half naked body behind her?
"That whore" whispered another model behind you. You liked them.
But it was okay, you didn't mind. No, really. You didn't.
Except you did.
And so did Mammon.
"Oi!"
Everyone looked at him and you could swear his demon form was starting to show, blending with his siluette in blurred edges.
"Delete that"
She could've laughed at him, like everyone tended to do. She could've ignored him and tempt fate, but it was not a wise idea.
There was static in the air, black mist barely clouding your vision and a faint voice whispering in the back of your brain. The sound of feathers filled the room and soon crows started to surround the studio outside the window.
After a couple of sickening minutes, a loud pop settled the place back to normal and caused the birds to fly away.
The demoness gasped, letting her DDD fall to the ground like it burned her. Looking at her smoking hands, it probably did.
After that, everyone acted like nothing happened. You, however? Your whole body was buzzing, leaving you paralyzed with feelings you needed to explore in the future and making Mammon look at you with a knowing smile.
"...sick of those rumors..." he'd say hours later while he washed your hair in the shower "and you dumbass humans believe everything you see, even if it's stupid"
He'd wait until you were both in bed, ruminating about every little thing that happened back there before talking again.
"Because it's stupid, you know? I'd never cheat on ya. The Great Mammon would never do that to you. I mean, I'd never to that anyway, but specially not to you. Keep that in mind, human! You catched the best demon of all hell! Lucky you!"
Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.
You understood him anyways.
Leviathan
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!
.
.
You stared at the screen and the screen stared back at you.
Reading the user name physically hurt you and you'd lie if you said you weren't worried about it. Did you trust Levi? Yes, absolutely. Did you trust f3istyk1ttenuwu? Not really, no.
So (this time voluntarily), you opened the gates of hell.
It was the Devildom version of Discord, which was worrying enough, and the user's pfp showed a cute pinked hair girl with dainty horns and half of her boobs out.
With a frown and your heartbeat in your throat, you opened the chatroom.
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: their a party pooper
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?
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Oh, heeeeell no.
First of all, it was leviachAn. Second, YOU were the only one who could call him THAT.
Ignoring the voice of reason, you checked the door before investigating the previous messages. Levi was in your room, retrieving your nightwear as punishment for not letting you win in Devil Kart YET AGAIN, so, knowing how flustered he got everytime he saw you in the Ruri Chan's inspired piyamas he got you for your birthday, you were sure you had another couple of minutes alone in his room.
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether
wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR
You couldn't help but mock her in the privacy of your mind. Did she think writing like a 10 year old was attractive? If so, what the fuck?
@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: call? brke my pc & cn't fix it alone \(-o-)/
"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.
"Henry?"
Fuck.
You turned around like a deer in headlights. Levi's cheeks still wore a furious red, but he remained quiet at the door when he saw you snooping through his private conversations.
Fuck it, you thought after some uncomfortable seconds. If someone could understand jealousy, it would be him.
"Who's this girl?"
Levi frowned and got closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to see his computer, probably giving you the closeness he'd crave if he was in your place.
"Oh, I don't know" his final answer disappointed you "Some girl the others wanted in the party"
But why was she talking to him like that?
"And why is she talking to you like that?"
He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that both of you knew the answer. Then, he straightened like he had an epiphany, and looked at you with shining eyes and a smile too big for his face.
"Are you jealous, MC?"
Levi jumped in happiness before you could say anything, unable to truly express how happy he was upon his sin affecting you.
"My Henry is jealous!! Because of a yucky disgusting otaku like me!! This reminds me of that anime: 'Help?! My crush snooped through my pc and now they're jealous because someone else is flirting with me??'"
It was obvious by now you had nothing to worry about, so you let him be. You let him appreciate how much you loved him.
In the end, you had to shower his face in kisses to shut him up and, for great measure, you also changed into that extra large Ruri Chan t-shirt in front of him.
Hours later, both of you were sweating in the comfort of his bathtub and Levi was completely sure you fell asleep.
And if you saw how he offered himself to fix this girl's computer only to hack her camera and post her real face all around the internet, no you didn't.
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ââđ delicate seashell - beach vibe, hotel sex
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content: friendgroup beach trip, hotel sex, penetrative sex, sweet loving, kind of body worship, established relationship, oral (fem), "gguk" bc its hawt
note from cherry: ignore the typos pls it's late :(
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summer hit seoul like a ton of bricks, the usual rainy weather turnings into 40 degree Celsius heat, living without aircon? Impossible.
For the first week of vacation that your work has granted, your far less busy friends and boyfriend all gather up for a trip
Fuck it, let's fly to jeju and enjoy the seaside while the sun lasts
Although blaring and someone unbearable from sweat drenched clothes, noting beats a beach day with enough suncream and fruit to cool off
"Soojin, are you gonna be ready soon?" namjoon calls out, your best friends boyfriend being just as impatient as she is,
"Seriously? We just started getting ready!" She shouts back, rolling her eyes at the closed door,
Sully who's also your childhood bestie, and you share a giggle at Soojin's typical behavior
"Baby?" a soft voice calls out for you, sticking his head into the small gap of the huge hotel bathroom, three girls still in pj's that are busy with skincare and waterproof mascara or the perfect bun all inside
His eyes only land on you, if the other two didn't speak, you're sure he wouldn't even have noticed
"Kook? You okay?" You turn, caressing his head with your hand,
"Yeah, we're gonna ahead though, if that's cool with you? Like, set up the chairs and drink station" he says, now stepped fully inside the doorframe, his hands finding your tshirt covered waist immediately
"If you promise not to look at girls in bikinis?" you raise an eyebrow, cracking into a smile shortly after
And my god did he look irresistible, already in swim shorts with that white muscle shirt that did nothing but show off his ripped body, big arms fully on display and his abs peaking out from the side of the opening
He tsk's , kissing your forhead softly
"You're crazy ma, you know damn well i only care for you" his voice is delicate when he speaks,
"Ew gross get out already" sully yells, even though she's 3 meters away from him
"Grooooosss they boutta start fucking in here" Soojin adds, making a disgusted face for you to see in the mirror
Jungkook laughs, "Sure ladies, take your time" surrendering to the fight against two very protective best friends, he leaves the room
Leaving you to continue your grwm session, 30 mins later, all three off you leave in your bikinis, bags stuffed with change of clothes, hairbrushes and something to keep you distracted
"what the fuck" your boyfriend mutters when he spots you from afar,
Even while laying on a foldable chair, just being able to make out your silhouette in the distance is enough to make him drool, willing to drop to his knees for any taste of you he can get
The dirty thoughts only become louder urges when you stand in front of him, setting your bag down,
As if the tiny, red triangle- tie up bikini doesn't already reveal enough to him, the way you bend down right there, tits almost falling out of their hold, pushed together by the bikini throws him off even more
He's sweating, nervously thinking how he would be able to keep his dick soft for hours if you're gonna walk around like that
"Baby" he says sternly, the look in his eyes letting you know that you're playing with fire, but you don't seem to care, smiling at him when you lay down on the chair right beside his,
"Ahhh, the breeze is so nice" you hum, closing your eyes momentarily to take in the roaring waves and rays of sunlight
Unable to stop himself for devouring you with his eyes, he just allows it
Tracing over your collarbones, the way your waist dips in before the squishy roundness of your hips, how your thicker thighs press up against the chair, making the string bottom appear even smaller on your covered cunt
It cant get worse, right?
Unless you decide on what you're doing right now, letting your beautiful hair out of the bun's restraint, shiny stands flowing messily over your chest area
You notice his obvious staring, looking at his needy eyes and spotting the suspicious looking bulge inside his swimmers,
Jaehyun shoots Jungkook a look as if to say "you cannot be serious" once he also notices the effect your innocent swim attire has on the younger friend
You stand up from the chair abruptly, while looking at Jungkook's dick you noticed how muscular and comfortable his thighs look,
"Baby please" he whispers into your ear, your ass planted down right on his bulge, the tiny string doing nothing to create an extra barrier
His hands move to caress your thighs, his chest pressed up against your back while he's trying his best not to grind you down on him in front of your whole friend group
"Namjoon, you need to cover my back well" Soojin says to her boyfriend when turning around and jungkook is sure he will thank her for this to the end of time, something in his brain lights up,
"Oh shit, i totally forgot about sunscreen. Lets go grab it" his finger nudges your side, a clear clue for you to agree and get up with him,
Why would you ever deny him anyways?
Your friends watch you leave hand in hand, rushing back for... the sunscreen..
"They're gonna fuck aren't they" Sully says, looking over to the rest with an annoyed look,
"Yep" Soojin answers, popping the p at the end,
"Whatever i'm going in" jaehyun announces, dragging sully up with him to push the unsuspecting girl into the water
"Fuck baby this bikini is too sexy, i can't take it" Jungkook says against your skin, immediately attaching himself to your neck the second the door shuts
He's gentle but desperate in his kisses, moving along messily but not putting on too much pressure, kissing his way all along your jawline, down to your neck and collarbones where be begins to nibble,
"So pretty, this body of yours is driving me crazy" his soft moans make your skin react, goosebumps spreading fast while you run your fingers along the muscle of his shoulder
He unties your top in no time, kissing and licking at your nipple while his hand stimulates the other one, groping and tugging on the pink flesh ws gently as he can
"Feels so good gguk" your nails dig into his shoulders, chest arching into his mouth with loud whimpers of pleasure flowing from your lips,
He responds by moaning, biting down on your nipple softly before switching sides, teasing and kissing with so much love
"I love your tits so much, they are perfect so perfect" Jungkook stops, big doe eyes looking up at you with need, one hand moves down to cup your pussy,
"let me eat it please , i wanna taste you so bad baby, please let me eat that sweet little pussy out" the way his desperation becomes evident in his pleas instantly weakens your will to tease him, nodding to him with a small bite to your lip
He wastes no time carrying you to the soft silk of the hotel bed, spreading your legs with his hands and dragging the string down from your hips,
"Mnhmm baby you smell so good" his kisses trail down your abdomen until they halt on the outside of your pussy, moving to your inner thighs instead, his hands working to caress you in the meantime
"Gguk please" you whine, squirming under the soft touch of his hands running down the inside of your thigh,
He smiles, leaning his head down between your thighs, right in front of your glistening cunt,
Thumbing your clit side to side, he takes a second to admire you, back arched just for him
"Cute pussy, all mine"
"Mghmm yes!" your high voice cries out, fingers finding his small locks and engulfing them into you, tugging at them while simultaneously pushing his head further into your neediness
"Just like that" you continue rambling, grinding your heat against his skilled, warm tongue that's working hard to lapp up all your juices
His tongue is tireldessly pushing into your hole, fucking you until you can't help but shake,
"You taste so good pretty"
"Prettiest girl" he whispers, blowing some air on your swollen clit, his cock throbbing inside his swimshorts as much as your soaked entrance
"Want your cock please baby!"
He stops, pressing a kiss to your cunt before crashing his covered lips onto yours, your hands busying with his shorts, pulling his hard on out with a sigh
Then, you turn sideways to kiss his neck, licking over his sweet spots and making him moan until he can't wait anymore, gently lowering your back on the bed and aligning his stiff dick against your entrance
"God so tight" he whines, hands getting lost in the flesh on your hips, you moan from feeling so full,
His bicep flexes while he begins thrusting into you, as needy and hot as it is, he's slow and firm nonethelss, keeping his eye contact with you
"You're beautiful" he smiles, referring to so much more than your tits slapping against each other erotically, than your little cunt drenched in slick or your soft face in the sunlight, he means everything, every little detail on your skin, that mole on your neck, that sound from your lips, the way you touch him, the way you love him
"You feel so so good, so pretty too ggukie" your moans are genuine and long, not hasty or in a rush to release
He does feel himself get close when you begin touching his torso, abs flexing with the little touches and his cock becoming more and more desperate to paint your gummy walls white
Savoring the moment with a passionate kiss, he caresses your hips and listens carefully to your moans,
"Almost there pretty, cum for me" his encouragement drives you up the edge, the, getting pushed over it by his finger drawing small circles on your oversensitive clit
You cum blissfully, coating his cock in your essence while he paints you with his, smiling into ths open mouthed, messy kiss
"Mhm.. i love you" he breathes out, kissing your cheek repeated, his softer cock remaining inside you
"I love.. you too jungkook" you reciprocrate, pressings a tiny kiss to his nose
The romantic moment is disturbed by your phone buzzing,
Soojin: did u find the suncream or did he cream you instead?
Both of you giggle, sending a selfie that shows both of you are probably naked, happy and definitely naked.
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#redcherrykook#jungkook x reader#jungkook fanfic#jeon jungkook#jungkook x you#jungkook x y/n#bts fanfic#bts jungkook#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff
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surprise post bc my blogs fixed woo hoo!! i initially sent this as an ask to @hanasnx as my contribution to his baby daddy!jason au, but i also wanted to share it here for u guys as a little treat :p
Baby Daddy!Jason, who you co-parent with, in a very civilized way. No joke, the picture of camaraderie between exes. He takes your daughter on the days he's supposed to (which isn't that often, given his occupation) and brings her back on time, always with a little gift for you as well. Flowers, chocolates, a little knick-knack reminiscent of when you were together. It's not because he's in love with you or anything; it's just the principle of the matter. "Happy wife, happy life," not that you were married or even dating, but he figures the mother of his child should get love sometimes.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who, the next time he sees you, it's to drop off something your daughter forgot with him, and as he's handing you the bag, he casually asks why you haven't been asking him to take her more often. You had been for a while when you were going on dates weekly, but for some reason, the relationships never went anywhere, so you just gave up. "Oh, you know, it just wasn't working out." you say off-handedly, "Kept getting ghosted." you sound only marginally disappointed, moreso annoyed. "What a shame, they're really missing out," he says, getting real close to you and taking up your entire field of vision.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who's got your entire calendar memorized and knows that his daughter's not home tonight and that you've got no plans other than watching movies in solitude. He knows you're too stubborn to call him over for company even though you've been giving him fuck me eyes in passing for the past few months, so he figures he just has to take matters into his own hands and corner you until you give in like he knows you want to.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who fucks you on damn near every surface in the house, telling you he's just christening the place like he would've already done if you lived together. Whispers apologies in your ears about scaring off all of your dates while he's splitting you open, bullying his cock into you while your eyes roll to the back of your head because you haven't been fucked this good in years, not since the last time you'd been with him. You're face is deep in some pillows when you realize the memories you had of his dick pale in comparison to the real thing, and you aren't sure you could go back to using your imagination to get off after tonight.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who keeps you up all night until your pussy's red and puffy from how many times it'd come in contact with his hips while he was fucking you. Fat tip kissing your cervix until you were clawing at his biceps, begging him to give you some reprieve, tears in your eyes while you babbled incoherently, too lost in the feeling of him to make any sense. He admits in the midst of sex that he tried to get over you; he really did, but he just couldn't; he just couldn't picture you with another man in any capacity. The thought of someone else touching you, fucking you, loving you, made his stomach turn, filling him with rage and an overwhelming need to claim you as his.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who's a level-headed, non-fragile ego'd man until it comes to his family, which, contrary to what some would say, did not only consist of his daughter but you too, and any guy who tried to get with you was a threat. he didn't know the intentions of other men, but he knew his own, which was to keep his little family happy as long as he was alive. If that meant putting a gun to the head of anyone who made a move on you and consoling you by stretching you out the way he knew you liked until you just said "fuck it" and let him put another baby in you, then so be it.
#jason todd lover#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd smut#jason todd imagine#red hood#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood x fem!reader#red hood smut#red hood imagine
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soooo I wrote this for the art god @devotion-disorder because
1- they're one of my favorite artists ever!!!!!!! And they're someone who portrays yanderes in such a đđ€ chef's kiss way that I can't help but admire
2- I am obsessed with their oc kuuya
but if you'd rather I delete it, just let me know!!
Warnings: NSFW, yandere behavior, unhealthy obsession !!! Minors DNI !!!
Part 2 of this fic here <3
The skin on the nape of your neck prickled, making you shiver at the strange sensation.
The steady gaze outside your window was so piercing and unmoving that it could be as sharp as needles nicking your skin.
Although, if you were to be fully honest, it felt more like a knife.
It would be just another night, if it wasn't for the fact that your co-worker lurked outside your house.
"Kuuya", you mouthed his name, just to feel how it moves against your lips, because you could never really say it during daytime without having him spiral headfirst into a meltdown.
Kuuya was a disaster.
He never talked to you.
You would sometimes catch him staring at you during work, which made him blush like an anime schoolgirl, but that was the extent of his interaction with you.
He was a regular employee, didn't stand out much, nor caused problems. He was just... there. Constantly looking exhausted, with his back hunched and in the verge of a mental breakdown.
And you were so attracted to that mess of a man.
Your friends would probably frown and sigh if they knew, but they were also pretty much aware of your type: sickly victorian-looking men, anemic, with extremely dark circles under their eyes, who probably sneeze a lot and shake like chihuahuas.
And, hey, that was Kuuya to a T. How could you not have a crush on him?
You soon realized, however, that he probably had a few screws loose.
It started slow, a few things going missing. First it was a pen, then some of your hair ties, then old post-it notes you had forgotten about, until their absence reminded you of their existence.
These things were inconsequential.
You wouldn't even notice their disappearance, if it wasnt for the fact that one day you saw Kuuya with a fluffy hair tie that looked way too similar to yours to be a coincidence. It even had the same little star charm that yours had.
And then you noticed the pens, carefully placed inside a cup near his computer.
And the erasers, the post-its, the pencils, all the other office appliances that you were pretty sure were yours.
But they weren't, right?
That was just your fertile imagination playing tricks on you.
Right?
One day, just to erase this silly idea from your head â I mean, you were probably just paranoid â you waited until you saw Kuuya take a break from his assignments and make his way to the bathroom.
You observed through the corner of your eyes how he stared at you while making his way to the other side of the office, anxiously shaking your leg as you mentally egged him to hurry up and go to the damn toilet.
As soon as you were sure he was inside and you were out his sight, you bolted towards his desk, earning a few pissed off glances from your other coworkers.
You had to work quickly though, since you didnt know how long he would take to come back. Looking over your shoulder constantly, you opened the drawers under his desk, searching for something and feeling silly all the while (what if you're the crazy paranoic one for real?), until your hands haphazardly touched some papers and you heard the sound of crinkles.
Looking over your shoulder one more time to make sure he wasn't around, you lifted the papers and mouthed a silent "oh." as you saw what was underneath them.
Dozens and dozens of candy wrappers, discarded notes and even more of those old post-its laid organized in what you could say was impeccable fashion, if it wasnt for the fact that it was all trash.
Your trash.
In the back, you saw some plastic bags with questionable contents, but your anxiety was in an all time high and you decided to just put things back were they were and close the drawer.
You had your confirmation. He WAS crazy and you were still paranoid, but at least you were right.
You made way back to your desk and sighed, sitting down.
Conflicted feelings pooled in your gut.
You knew all of that meant that he was indeed crazy and obsessed and potentially dangerous, but also... you couldn't really deny the excitement that made butterflies fly all around in your stomach and the giddy feeling that made your heart race with expectations â of what, you didn't know.
And as these feeling swarmed you, you failed to realize the pair of eyes that were locked tight onto your figure from the very start.
If Kuuya could properly express his feelings, he would be moaning and whining in pure despair.
They saw everything. They saw where he keeps all his treasures he had been collecting for the past months.
But why?! Why did they even think about looking for that? Has Kuuya been acting too obvious? But he made sure he wouldn't be too creepy! Well, at least not as creepy as he truly wanted to be. How was that happening all of a sudden?!
The taste of copper interrupted his mental breakdown and he looked down at his thumb, where tiny droplets of blood appeared after he anxiously chewed it.
"It's okay, it's fine" he kept repeating in his mind, like a mantra. He'd just need to see how you'd act around him after that.
If you stopped interacting with him (even if most of those interactions were just good mornings and good evenings coming from YOU), he would probably just... end it all for once. Or maybe kidnap you so you wouldn't run away. Whatever crossed his mind first.
With his heart beating loud on his chest, Kuuya walked back to his seat and forced himself to work, spreadsheets and numbers flashing on his mind, unnoticed.
All he could think was of your hands rummaging through his drawers.
Oh god, your hands touched his things.
Kuuya exhaled sharply, rubbing his thighs together to alleviate the sudden discomfort in his groin. What would he do if you never even looked at his direction again? Sure, you could even report him to the HR, but not being able to see you was a fate worse than being fired!
His mind tumbled, wandering through every worst scenario possible, and in his despair, he didn't notice it was already time to clock out.
"Good evening, Kuuya." You say as you pass by him, nodding your head, with a tight smile.
'Huh?'
Kuuya stares at nothing in front of him, until the fact that you talked to him registers in his mind.
'HUH?'
You talked to him?
Wait.
Did you really see what was in his drawers? Was he just hallucinating? No, there's no way he was. He saw how your colleagues stared at you when you ran to his table. They SAW you. Just like he did. So you saw everything. And you don't hate him? What the fuck. You don't find him disgusting? What? What the hell.
He didn't understand.
He couldn't understand.
He had to understand.
And so, he led himself towards your house, hiding in the bushes right in front of your bedroom window.
How lucky was he that you didn't live in an apartment building?
He was there to understand you better. Just for that. And it'd be just this time, he swore. Just to see what was up with you.
His breath was ragged and heavy and his cheeks burned red. He bit his bottom lip tightly to keep any moan from escaping as he palmed himself through his pants, while he watched the way you stripped yourself of your work clothes.
Quickly undoing his belt buckle and his pants, he let himself be completely overtaken by pure lust and began pumping his dick mercilessly as he was graced with just a little bit more of your skin, right in front of him.
He saw you sigh as you got rid of your pants and his eyes rolled back, imagining how you'd sound if he was the one taking your clothes off.
Oh, what would he give to be able to jump through your window and grab one of your dirty clothes and get drunk on your scent...
The thought made him buck his hips forward clumsily, and he gritted his teeth, hard.
Well, fuck.
He panted, while he observed the way his cum dripped from the leaves of the bush, and as coherent thoughts started flowing back to his mind, he suddenly hoped he wasn't moving too much to catch your attention.
You hadn't even looked his way, so he was safe, right?
Right?
You rubbed your thighs together as you kept your back turned to the window. The windowpane was open, in order to allow the wind to flow through your bedroom, and due to this little fact, you could hear a faint sound coming from the plants right in front of your window.
A quiet, almost indiscernible (if you weren't paying close attention) plap plap plap sound.
You bit your lip to keep your grin from spreading through your lips.
The dumbass was masturbating! Right there! Right in front of your room!
You sighed, feeling the heat pool in between your legs, but controlled your instinct to pull him out from wherever he was and fuck him silly in your bedroom.
You desired him so fucking much. You thrived in his attention, like a sunflower leaning towards rays of light.
The thing is: while you loved his obsession, you were also deathly afraid that he would lose interest in you as soon as he found out how much you also wanted him.
Much like a cat who discards a prey. Except this cat was wet, sad, pathetic and still, you were ridiculously eager to keep playing dead so he would put his grimy, sticky little paws on you just a little bit more.
How would Kuuya feel, you wondered, if he knew you were as obsessed with him as much as he was with you?
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Releasing The Noctwind Brothers
Yandere Twin Vampire Brothers x Gender Neutral Human Turned Vampire Reader CW: Incest between the vampire brothers, mildly dubious consent, intoxication, reader initiated sex, threesome, spit as lube, cum as lube, biting, blood sucking, forced to drink blood, forced to turn into a vampire, bullying, bully gets killed, beating, reader has temporarily broken bones, temporary injury, overprotective yanderes, general yandere behavior, twin yanderes, surprisingly whole ending, surprisingly happy ending Word Count: 3.3k (I know this kind of fic isn't for everyone between the violence the bully receives and the incest, but I hope a lot of people like it anyway. I worked very hard. Also yes, this is a repost because the original had an accidentally gendered pronoun. I apologize if anyone read that and experienced dysphoria.)
You had made a mistake. One that would, soon enough, prove to be a fatal one. Not just for you.
In your haste to start a task you had as one of the townâs carpenters you had turned a corner and ran right into the town brute himself, Jorry. Running into him, at any time, could result in a punch from his large meaty fists, but he had been carrying eggs freshly laid from his hens. This resulted in egg yolk covering an outraged Jorry.
Jorry had bullied you for as long as you could remember, he and his friends pummeling you whenever you happened upon them while he was in a bad mood. Or in any mood really. He just really liked using you as a punching bag. Most people left such behavior in childhood, but not Jorry.
You wasted no time at all in fleeing upon seeing who you had ran into. You werenât quite in the mood to be nursing a broken nose that day. Luckily he had to wipe egg goop out of his eyes and that gave you some crucial extra seconds to make yourself scarce.
Despite making it a good way out of your village, the angered Jorry pursued you. He was nothing if not persistent. You hesitated a bit, but decided your only hope was to flee into the cave that everyone in all the nearby villages were terrified of. No one could remember the truth of the matter, but it had long been forbidden to enter. Many superstitious folks wouldnât even travel within viewing distance of it.
You did not put much faith in superstition though, and no matter what was in there it couldnât be worse than how badly Jorry would beat you if he caught up to you. If you had just taken your punishment in town someone would have happened by or heard your screams and he wouldnât have been able to do nearly as much as he would all the way out here.
Again, a truly fatal miscalculation. You damn fool.
Hoping that you were safe in the cave you crouched in the shadows. But, while absurdly violent, your pursuer was not particularly dimwitted. He pretty quickly surmised that the cave was the logical place for you to have gone. You heard him scream and call for you in the distance.
The only chance to avoid the beating of your lifetime was to retreat farther into the cave. You crept back as silently as humanly possibly. When you went as far back as you could you came across an old metal door, carved into the rock surrounding it were twisting serpents. An ancient rune of unknown meaning was etched into the door itself.
Staring at it filled you with dread and you were possessed with the all consuming urge to flee the way you had come, but it was forgotten as if it was never there when you heard Jorry again, this time near the entrance of the cave. If he entered it now he would be able to see you. Light still made it this far.
With the subtle magic of the rune no longer working on you, you slowly opened the metal door and entered into what looked like an underground mausoleum. An underground tomb long forgotten by the histories of man.
You found yourself between two large rectangles of stone. A chill ran up your spine when you realized they were sarcophagi. Evidently the final resting place for two souls left to the dark and dust of this cave. They were plain and unadorned, other than some words on the top. You leaned over and tried to make out the inscription on one when you suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of stone grating against stone.
The sarcophagus opposite of you moved before the one in front of you did. You tripped backwards in fright as the lids were pushed aside and two pale emaciated corpses pulled themselves up and faced your direction. You couldnât quite tell in the dark but it seemed like their eyes were completely black, creating a chilling contrast with their pale skin.
The thin pale figures slowly began to pull themselves out of their not so final resting places as you got over your initial shock, got up, and got the fuck out of there. You sprinted past the metal door and back into the front of the cave.
You were so engrossed with the current task of running away from the corpses of the damned risen to do any manner of unholy things to those still living that you did not see Jorry as he entered the cave. For the second time that day you careened right into him, knocking you both out of the cavern and on to the dirt outside.
Jorry growled and grabbed your leg, pulling you over to him.
âYou ran like a bitch, finally decide itâs better to face your punishment?â
âNo, no, no, you donât understan-â
He pinned you and began wailing away at your smaller body with his mighty fists. Blow after blow. Your nose was surely broken. Then he got up and started stomping on you with his powerful foot. Now some ribs were certainly broken too.
Suddenly you heard Jorry yelp and the beating stopped. Your face was swollen and bloodied, your mind consumed by the pain of broken bones. You couldnât tell what was going on. Jorry was screaming, blubbering like a girl. The dearly departed had been slowed due to their time without feeding, but with Jorry distracted by his treatment of you he was easy enough prey.
The thin pale figures had him down on the ground, pinning him with less effort than he had pinned you. They bit into his body, ravenously drinking his blood. Not enough to kill him, but enough to reinvigorate themselves and make him weak and helpless. Barely able to move.
You had managed to wipe the blood from your face and saw what was transpiring. You tried your best to drag yourself through the dirt and put distance between yourself and them, but you only managed to get about a foot away before they finally noticed you.
âAlaric look! The one who saved us⊠they need tending to.â
The vampire evidently named Alaric joined his companion in looking over you. As injured as you were, you struggled to plea for mercy.
âShhh, shhh. We arenât going to hurt you. Weâd never hurt our savior.â
âIâm Anthelm Noctwind and this is my twin brother Alaric Noctwind. We're going to help.â
Anhelm positioned himself so that your head was propped up in his lap. He bit at his wrist until blood was flowing.
âHere. Drink.â
You weren't sure what lore was true and what was merely myth, but you were fairly positive that it was universally agreed upon that turning into a vampire required the consumption of oneâs blood. You struggled to turn away but you were powerless to do so. Alaric held your mouth open as Anthelm held his bleeding wrist above it.
Blood dripped in and you gagged as you were forced to swallow. It tasted the same as any blood, though perhaps a little sweeter. Shortly after you consumed it you lost consciousness. Both due to the blood itself and your rather severe injuries.
They took you and Jorry back into the cave. It would take the rest of the day and a lot of the night for you to turn and heal. Alaric carried you with the utmost care and consideration for your wounds while just picking up Jorry and tossing him in unceremoniously, causing him to cry out in pain as he hit the hard rocky floor.
âIâd kill you now and decorate this place with your entrails, but we need you for something, so just keep quiet.â
Between Jorryâs incessant pleas to be freed and his attempt to run out of the cavern while they were both busy watching you resulted in his clothes being torn from him and ripped into strips that were used to bind and gag him.
Alaric, the cruelest of the brothers, watched in amusement as their hog tied victim cried and shook in fear. The hulking peasant experiencing the fear of death for the first time. The amused vampire went over to him and pet him like he was a pet, in mock sympathy.
âDonât worry~,â Alaric cooed, âYouâll be out of your misery soon enough.â
That prompted renewed struggles from the naked man. Alaric only laughed in a maniacal fashion as he returned to your side. They had removed their coats, still pristine as the day they had been sealed away, and used them as bedding for you.
They patiently waited for hours, Alaric occasionally taunting poor Jorry, until you finally stirred. The swelling had gone, your bones had mended, and they had licked up the blood that had covered your face. The only evidence that you had ever suffered at all were the bloodstains on your clothing.
It was well past midnight, the twins had lit a fire to keep you and themselves warm. You could see them clearly now that your face was healed. They both looked exactly alike, down to the same outfits. High class, but outdated, attire. They had pale grey eyes that observed your every movement, completely different from the black voids you thought you had seen earlier. Flawless pale skin with delicate, feminine, features. Their long straight hair accentuated their looks perfectly. They could certainly pass as women if they wore the right attire. Maybe they lured in victims that way.
You were confused and more than a bit groggy, but you managed to piece together all the events that had transpired before your rest. You jumped up and made for the door but they were quicker than anything, human or animal, that you had ever encountered. One got behind you with his hand on your shoulders and the other stood in front with his hand on your cheek.
âDonât be afraid, dove. We arenât going to hurt you.â
You whimpered as they each took one of your hands and guided you over to Jorry.
âYou consumed vampiric blood, right now it has transformed you. Temporarily.â
âYes, to make it stick youâll now need to kill.â
âTechnically it doesnât need to be human, any mammal will do, but since we have this lovely volunteer we figured we shouldnât waste it. â
âDonât really want him talking about us. Donât really want him to live after hurting our dove. And, well, it spares some rodent that is more deserving of life.â
You shuffled nervously.
âI⊠donât want to be aâŠÂ vampireâŠâ
You looked down at your feet, trying to avoid eye contact with them or Jorry who looked up at you with tears streaking his face.
âSorry, but we arenât really giving you a choice.â
âWe didnât mean to make it seem that way, please forgive us.â
âYou saved us, you had enough magical power to open the door and ignore the rune. You will be a strong vampire, and we can tell a lot more about you by your scent.â
âSmell things like personality, even some thoughts. We know you will be perfect for us.â
âUh⊠canât I just stay with you and remain human?â
âNo.â They both said in unison.
âHumans age and die.â
âHumans have betrayed us too. Thatâs how we ended up here. You broke the seal so we have to show our gratitude.â
You kept staring at your feet until you worked up the courage to ask the question you were afraid to hear the answer to.
âWhat if I refuse?â
Anthelm smiled and Alaric laughed as if it was a funny joke. Not that you could tell them apart yet.
âNot a choice sweetie, remember?â
âIf you donât do it willingly then I block the tomb entrance so you canât go deeper.â
âAnd I guard the cave exit so you canât leave. Then we leave you alone with your friend. Your hunger will grow. Youâll crave blood. Your senses will be unbearable.â
âYouâll hear his heartbeat, he will smell delicious, then youâll drain him dry.â
âIn more normal circumstances he could survive that, and the blood consumption without a death only prolongs the transitional period, it wouldnât make you a true vampire. Go long enough without blood, have someone tie you up for a few days, and youâd turn fully human.â
âBut he is weak and beaten. He wonât survive.â
You looked at them and stated boldly that youâd resist.
âYou are more than welcome to try.â
They each took their agreed upon spots to guard against you fleeing. True to their word you did steadily become more and more hungry. Thirsty for blood. Your senses became acutely aware of the food that had been tied up for you. You tried to resist. Your body shook with the effort. You had a splitting headache and panted heavily. Jorry smelled so good, and the beat of his heart beckoned you towards him. Though you resisted longer than most, the outcome was inevitable.
You descended upon him, he squealed as much as he could with his gag as you bit into his neck and sucked him dry. His futile struggles getting more feeble by the second until they stopped entirely.
Alaric and Anthelm were behind you watching with wicked smiles.
When you finished your meal of Jorry you looked on in horror. But only briefly. You had over consumed and the effects were as powerful as they were swift. You were a bit dizzy and felt as though you were light as air.
âWith his death youâll be with us forever!â
You tried to get up but stumbled and nearly fell. One of the twins caught you. You smiled and nuzzled into his neck. There was a cute man holding you, why had you been so horrified earlier? You shrugged it off, if you couldnât remember then it probably wasnât too terribly important.
âCareful, dove. The first times on human blood and drinking to the point of death can be intense.â
âAnd we definitely let you drink too much.â
You giggled and stroked Anthelmâs soft black hair, not at all paying attention to his words.
âYouâre prettier than any girl Iâve ever seen.â
He blushed and Alaric cackled at the spectacle. Until you kissed Anthelm deeply. Then Alaric looked a bit jealous.
You grinded your crotch against Anthelm and giggled at the face he made.
âEverything feels so⊠intense.â
âDdonât you want to go somewhere a bit more... comfy?
âOr romantic? We could find a town. An inn.â Added Alaric.
You ignored him, proceeded to unbutton his shirt and then rubbed your hands over his lean abs. He started returning the treatment, Alaric came over and helped him undress you. It didnât take long for all three of you to be nude. They used the clothes to make an impromptu bed. Anthelm laid down, his erect cock on full display.
He pulled you on top of him, kissing and nipping at your neck while Alaric was behind the two of you. He pressed two spit-lubed fingers into both you and his brother. Both of you writhed in pleasure, but it simply wasnât enough.
Alaric didnât need to stretch either of you out, vampires wouldnât be pained by something like a cock shoving its way in, but it would feel better with more moisture. He withdrew his fingers, making you pout, and lubed up his cock with saliva before sucking on his brothers for a moment to get it wet.
Then he guided his brother's dick into you before sliding his own cock into his brother. You pressed back against it, trying to get the girthy member as deep into you as possible. Anthelm humped into you slowly, timing his thrusts with your bounces.
Alaric gasped as his cock was gripped by his brotherâs tight inviting insides, he gripped Anthelmâs legs for leverage as he drove himself deeper. Anthelm, in the middle of all the action, could barely think. Simultaneously making love to you while being bred by his twin had him drooling.
âAlways so tightâŠâ
âAlaric, h-harder.â
His sibling obliged him.
You were in a worse state than Anthelm. You were new to being a vampire and the blood drunkenness combined with your recent kill made every sensation indescribable. More so when the sensations were that of a vampire at your neck and a cock humping into you while you weakly continued to bounce on it.
Anthelmâs entire body shook as he came in you, shoving his cock far into depths before unloading his seed. He took a few moments to catch his breath, an orgasm evidently enough to tire a vampire. If only for a moment. He stayed hard and began fucking into you again.
âI think you were made for us, angel.â
The stimulation was just too much for you and you screamed as you had the most intense orgasm of your entire life. Your body relaxed as you lay on Anthelm, no longer bouncing on his cock but content to let him keep using you as long as he saw fit as you nuzzled into his chest.
Alaric gripped his brotherâs legs tightly as he finally slammed in hard and filled him like he had filled you. Without missing a beat he slid out of his brother, covered his cock in the cum that pooled out of him, and slid it right into you. Both of there cocks now covered in a slimy mix of both of their loads, using it as lube as they thrust into you in tandem. You whimpered at the sheer immensity of the pleasure that was filling you.
The three of you spent the rest of the entire night, and a good chunk of the morning, engaged in a rapturous sea of sex. Eventually you all fell asleep on top of them. Given their recent centuries long slumber they stayed awake and idly toyed with your hair or caressing you as you slept soundly.
They whispered to themselves about what the plan from there was.
âThereâs a stream outside we can clean ourselves off in.â
âYeah, I can smell it. After that head to a town?â
âA large one where we can blend in. Feed on livestock outside the walls. Maybe rats too if necessary. Always rats in large towns.â
âWhat about humans? Always rapists and thugs in cities that need to be taken care of.â
Alaric looked at Anthelm hopefully.
âTrue. True,â Anthelm relented, âI suppose it wonât hurt to remove a few bad ones. On occasion.â
Alaric broke into a large grin.
âYes! I love how our new partner gets when they are drunk on human life.â
You stirred a bit in your sleep though you didnât wake, drool under your cheek and on Alaricâs bare chest.
âQuiet, they need their restâŠâ
âSorry,â Alaric murmured sheepishly.
They continued chatting about the future until you woke up. With a clearer head you were once more traumatized by what you had done, but they calmed you down and explained how he deserved it and that you were not a monster. They would guide you in your new life.
They were eager to leave behind the cave that had held them prisoner for so long. Bidding the cave farewell with a piss on Jorryâs soon to be rotting corpse, the closest thing he would get to a burial, the brothers departed with you.
You made a life for yourselves in one of the larger cities. Anytime someone tried to hurt you they went missing quite fast. It would be many years still before you had the degree of strength and power that the twins possessed. And even once you did theyâd always remain overprotective.
You quickly came to accept and love your new existence with them. Anthelm took up your trade with you while Alaric became a prominent cook and eventually owner of his own restaurant. Apparently the hypersensitivity of vampiric taste buds helped him make delicacies. There was always a need for carpentry and fancy food, so you never had any money troubles, (un)life was good. And you had an eternity to spend it with them.
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Heart sweater | B.B
Your daughter got a present for his daddy and Bucky isnât afraid to show everyone what his little girl got for him.
Pairing: Mob!Dad!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Wife!Reader
Wordcount: 2.033 Words
Warnings: none, just lots of fluff
Authors Note: I couldnât help myself. This sweater is just so adorable and imagine Buckyâs little girl getting it for him. So yes, soft spot, feeling soft right now. Hope you enjoy!
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Seasonal Delights Bingo: fall vibes | Row One-One | soft kisses | @seasonaldelightsbingo | Fairytale Bingo | Row One-Three | Goddess of marriage | @fairytalebingo
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist
âDaddyyyy! We gots you a present!" A childish voice echoes through the hallway of the building. Your and your little â big â families home. Others may say that you, Bucky, and your daughter are family, but there are so many more; they arenât from the same blood but with the same big hearts.
Buckyâs men, who not only needed to earn his trust but also needed to earn their place in the family, are more than just his men. They are Buckyâs friends, your friends, and your daughter's uncles. None of them would let anything happen to you or the little girl â not just because Bucky told them to take care, but because youâre a family.
Your little daughter runs further through the hallway until she finally reaches her dad's office door. The second floor of the building is just an office â for Bucky and his men. And since he had an important meeting, he suggested that you could go out with her to get some new toys and clothes.
Of course, your little baby girl didnât go to the toy store first. She loves it, but youâre shopping? She has to get a present for her daddy. She kind of gives herself a treat after finding the perfect present for Bucky â and then she uses all the money she can to get a lot of toys and stuff for herself.
You watch the toddler with amused eyes whenever youâre shopping without Bucky. Mostly Steve comes with you, keeping the two of you safe and just giving you a helping hand so you donât have to carry all of these bags yourself.
âSweetheart,â you chuckle while she already jumps to reach the handle and almost falls into her dad's office. You laugh softly, shaking your head â she is just as stubborn as her daddy when it comes to letting someone help or listen once they get excited.
Buckyâs head shoots up the moment the door swings open. He smiles at his little girl, then his eyes wander further toward you. The ocean blue orbs glistening when his lips curl up into a soft smile â one he reserves only for you and your little girl.
âTake care, my sweet little plum. Donât want ya to get hurt, do we?â He asks, his voice soft but still a bit firm, so the little girl will listen to him. Her eyes â which are just as blue as Buckyâs â roam over her daddyâs body, from his legs up to his face, before she smirks with the widest grin ever.
âWe gots you somethingâ, daddy!â She says, excitedly. Bucky crouches down, resting his arms on his knees while he waits for his little girl to continue talking. âMommy! Daddy waits foâ you!â
You chuckle, looking for the bag in your hand she wants to have before placing all the others down and handing her the one she put her daddyâs present into. Buckyâs eyes move toward you; without any words, he makes sure youâre okay and that you can be without a kiss for a few more minutes while he focuses on his baby girl.
Once heâs sure youâre fine â after you settle down on the couch in his office and sigh softly â he mouths, âI love you, my pretty girlâ to you. And oh damn, you know why you fell in love with that man. He may be a big, feared mafia boss, but around you he is the sweetest, most loving, caring, and perfect husband â and father for your daughter â you could have wished for.
Bucky may be mad because of work sometimes; he may be annoyed, but he never lets it out on you. He would rather punch himself than make you feel like he doesnât appreciate you or that youâre a burden for him. For your husband, youâre the most precious woman, and he will do everything to keep you safe and loved. He does the same for your little girl.
Luckily, Bucky discovered immediately that whenever he's mad, he just needs you, and everything is perfect. Preferably when he can keep you on his lap. His arms are tightly wrapped around your waist and pull you as close as possible while he presses his face into your chest. You will run your fingers through his hair, and he knows heâs safe â no reason for anger or annoyance, just love and affection, so he calms down without needing anything but you.
âSo what do you have for me, my little plum?â Bucky asks, looking with amusement and curiosity at the little girl in front of him. She giggles, her tiny hands grasping his cheeks, and she runs her small fingers over his stubbles.
âScâatchy,â she mumbles and squeezes his cheeks together. Bucky lets out a low chuckle, letting her play with his scratchy stubbles. He knows how much his sweet little girl likes his stubbles; she is just like her mommy loving his metal arm and his stubbles â even though you have other intentions when it comes to his metal arm or his stubbles. But those are secrets that stay in the bedroom.
âSweetheart, you wanted to show Daddy what you got for him,â you remind her when you notice that she got lost in her little game to play with her daddies cheek. But she was so excited to get him his present, plus you know that Buckyâs curious as well.
She removes her small hands and grasps the paper bag again, opening it before hiding her face almost inside of it. You would never leave her with a bag without anyone else around her, but as long as you and Bucky are there, you donât feel scared if she puts her head slightly into it to tease her daddy a bit.
âYeah, my little plum. What do you got Daddy, huh?â He asks, bringing his big hands to her small sides to poke his fingers into her soft flesh. The little girl laughs, throwing her head back while she wiggles in his grip.
She pulls her tiny hands out of the bag and holds a big, white sweater with hearts on it in front of her. Her smile grows and her eyes sparkle as she shows it to Bucky. And the big, most feared mafia boss has the sweetest expression on his face.
His eyes shine, and it looks like the sun is brightening them. His smile reaches almost his ears as he stares at the fabric in his daughter's hands. Buckyâs eyes wander to you for a second, then back to his little girl.
âThank you, my little plum,â he coos, taking the sweater out of her hands to admire it a moment longer. Your daughter watches Bucky intensely â the same intense stare Bucky has if he wants to find out how you think about something. âYou want me to take it on right now?â
She nods, letting herself fall backward into her butt while she holds his gaze. He nods, smirking softly. Bucky leans forward, his big hand placed at the back of her head, and he brings her closer to press his plump lips against her forehead.
âThen I will do that,â he says, getting up from the stop he was kneeling. His eyes land on you, and before he leaves the room to change into the new sweater, he makes his way over to you.
He towers over you, both of his hands finding their way to your thighs, and he leans closer. His lips almost brush yours when he grins at you. âShe chose the sweater all by herself, but you allowed her to buy it, didnât you?â
You shiver under his intense stare and his rough voice. âS-sheâs just really convincing. I know you said you donât want presents, but I guessâ I guess she got that from you,â you giggle and Lena closer to chase his lips for a soft kiss. Bucky chuckles, kissing you once again before he pushes himself up and makes his way out of the room to change into the sweater you and your daughter got him.
Your daughter gets one of her new toys out of the bag and shows it to you. Itâs not like you donât know what she bought, but she loves to show you and explain everything about it anyway.
âMommy, wants book or wants dolly?â She asks, lifting her small arms and holding both up to let you decide which of these she should show and explain to you.
âDo you want me to tell you more about the book you got?â You ask. She nods and puts the doll down, walking with the book in her hands toward you. The little girl places the book on the couch next to you, her small fingers digging into your thighs, and she tries to push herself up onto the couch. âDo you want me to help you, sweetheart?â
âNuuu, âm big girl!â She nods, underlining her words. You chuckle; let her climb up without help. Your hand is still behind her back just in case she falls backwards, but she doesnât.
Once she is on top and next to you, she wiggles a bit and takes the book, placing it in your lap. She just wants to explain why she got the book, whoâs on the cover, and what she knows about her favorite series â the book is about it â when Bucky walks back into the room.
Her eyes widen, and she giggles as she sees her big daddy in this pretty sweater she got him. You smile softly at him, reaching your hands out for him to come closer. âYouâre pretty, Bucky,â you say and run your fingers over the back of his flash hand, then over the fabric of the sweater.
âDidnât know I would look that good in that sweater,â he jokes. Stroking one of his hands over the fabric. And he really does look adorable with his middle long hair, his broad chest, and his big arms â the feared mafia boss â wearing a sweater with a lot of hearts on it because his sweet little plum got it just for him. âSo, my little plum, what do you think?â
Bucky gets down on his knees in front of the couch, looking at the little girl. Her ocean blue eyes roam over him a little longer before she giggles. âLooks pwetty, daddy! Now we can go back to work!â
He laughs, shaking his head. âI thought I could take out my girls for dinner.â Bucky tilts his head. His fleshy hand holds yours tightly while he watches the little girl, considering if she wants to work or prefers to have dinner with the two of you.
âDo we gets my favorite food?â She asks, taking her book and making grabby hands, waiting for Bucky to pick her up. He nods, wrapping his arms around her to lift her onto his waist before he holds a hand out for you to grasp and let him pull you up.
Bucky doesnât care that people could look weird at him for wearing a sweater with hearts on it. His sweet girl got it for him, and he knows that no one will disrespect him â not even when he looks like a sweet puppy with an adorable sweater.
âYou know, babydoll,â Bucky says, looking at you as he wraps his free hand around your waist to pull you into his side. His nose brushes over your cheek until his lips press against your temple. âThank you for letting out sweet plum to buy me such a pretty sweater. Now Iâm wearing your necklace, our wedding band, and my little girl's sweater. I love you, my babydoll, pretty momma.â
Buckyâs voice is low, and he smirks against your skin as you shiver. You knew he would love the sweater â he loves everything you or your daughter get him. âI love you too, Buck,â you mumble before you make your way to the restaurant â letting Bucky show his sweater around to let everyone see how proud he is to have his family, how much he loves you and his little plum, and how much he appreciates you and your love.
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Dabi was infatuated with you from the moment he laid eyes on you. Your cute clothing and the features that made you look like some sort of prey animalâŠ
You where fucking adorable to him, precious and sweet and delicate like if he touched you youâd just break into peices. He didnât understand at all why such a cute thing like you wanted to cling to him all the time, not that he was really complaining. He loved the contrast between you two, the way you held onto his arm and trailed behind him slightly when together. The way the insane amount of cute keychains on your bag jingled when you walked. And the way your lip gloss rubbed off over his scars every time you kissed them gently; it didnât take long for him to become obsessed with you.
He loved having traces of himself on you, not exactly corrupting your cute innocent self- but something akin to it. He smirked when he was able to leave enough marks on your neck and thighs that they showed in places your clothing didnât cover, the dark marks and bites making the cute bows and socks and sweaters you wore that much cuter.
He had you wear one of his obnoxiously chunky and aggressive looking rings- which couldn't even fit on your finger. Even better to him, he put it on a necklace and you wore it around your neck every day- it wasnât noticeable enough to ruin your outfits but it was clear you were someoneâs- claimed by him.
His favorite was when you got cold, the way you cling to him and begged for his jacket, heâd call you a brat and complain lightly, but the way his heart ached seeing you drowning in his jacket was unmatched, now that definitely ruined your cute outfits, but he didnât care and neither did you.
He also doesnât give a damn how much or little you wear, a pretty girl like you shouldnât have to worry about creeps. So he makes sure to keep note of whoâs looking at you so he can cremate them later, so you donât have to worry your pretty little head.
After all youâre his. Since the moment he first laid eyes on you, since the first moment you opened your mouth and spoke to him, that sweet soft tone he has come to love, he had already claimed you in his mind, his pretty doll and no one elseâs.
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AHHH hi ⊠I wanted to write something similar to the Tomura x Doll S/O with Dabi because I absolutely love him and he reminds me of my bf
I so hope you guys enjoyed thisssss !!
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From Gold to Mold
Chapter 4: The Deal (Warning: this chapter will feature violence. Read at your own risk)
A/N: had free time this week to produce this. Next week is chock full of tests and midterms, so thisâll probably be the last chapter for some time. Enjoy! Also, Iâm sorry to those who asked to be added to the tag list and werenât. I tried to add many of you, but Tumblr wasnât able to find your blog for whatever reason.
When you open your eyes, darkness goes on forever in all directions, the only thing you can see is yourself. Where are you and how did you get here?
âHello,â you call out, hoping someone is nearby to hear you, not caring who hears you just as long as someone comes to you. âIs there anyone here?â
Nothing, which you expected, but you had hoped against reality that someone was here⊠wherever here is. The cold air surges through your body and you shiver, your teeth chattering, echoing in the void.
âWhat happened,â you ask yourself. âHowâd I get here?â
Just then, your memory kicks in and images and words assault your mind all at once: walking through the East End, the three thugs, the dirty shack in the middle of the woods you had been dragged to, andâ
âOh my god,â you say as the final memory flashes before your eyes. âThey killed me.â
Thatâs right, the flash of the muzzle and the sound of the gunshot still rattling in your head. And if you think hard enough, you can vaguely remember falling to the floor after the bullet entered your head.
âWait,â you say, realizing something very important. âIf they shot me, then why am I here?â
Sure, you arenât religious (all beliefs in a just and loving god died after you lost your Momma and was forced to live in an abusive and neglectful household for thirteen years), but this dark and neverending void is a far cry from the bright and golden imagery thatâs always been associated with heaven. And this sure isnât the fire and brimstone that comes to mind when you think of hell. So, is this purgatory? Or limbo? You never could keep the two straight.
Is this your fate? To spend the rest of your afterlife alone in this abyss? Why couldnât you just cease altogether? Was it too much to ask that you just close your eyes and never wake from your eternal slumber?
You realize youâre crying and youâre amazed that after crying so much throughout your life, you still have plenty of tears to shed, even in the afterlife. But thatâs been your lot in life since you lost Momma: to be the worldâs punching bag.
âSuch powerful emotions,â a familiar voice says.
You look up in shock and see your Momma, looking exactly the same as the day she was taken from you.
âMomma,â you exclaim, rushing to her and embracing her, squeezing her as hard as your arms will allow, afraid that if you let go, sheâll disappear.
âThis form brings out such joy, sadness, and loss in you,â she says. âFeelings from someone alive are far more vibrant than from someone deceased.â
âWhat,â you asks, looking up at her in confusion, but when you do, itâs not your Momma you see looking down at you, but Bruce. You let go of the man as quick as you can and put a bit of distance between the two of you.
âWhat did you do to my Momma, you son of a bitch,â you shout in disgust.
âThis form brings out such anger, pain, and hatred in you,â Bruce says, looking you up and down as if dissecting you like a damn lab experiment. âHow interesting.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about? Howâd you get here and what did you do to Momma?â
âAnd itâs not just this form.â You see movement all around you and in perfect unison, the other members of the Wayne Family appear from the void. âYou hold these forms in equal amounts of hatred and contempt.â
âYou deem this one a failure,â Bruce says.
âThis one a hypocrite,â Dick says.
âThis one a brute,â Jason says.
âThis one a know-it-all,â Tim says.
âThis one a stranger,â Barbara says.
âThis one annoying,â Stephanie says, before turning to Cassandra. âAnd while youâve never heard that one speak, you deem her a freak.â
âAnd you deem this one a monster,â Damian says. He gestures to Bruce. âYou hate this form and that one in equal measure, far surpassing the others.â
You see another figure step out of the void and when you make out the face, itâs Alfred. You feel relief surge through your body, happy to see the butler; if thereâs anyone who you can depend on, itâs him.
âWhile this one serves the others, you hold great respect for this form,â Alfred says. âAlthough, you hold a not insignificant amount of resentment towards him.â
Your heart skips a little at the accusation. No, you love the man, who took the place of a father when Bruce failed to fill the void left by your Mommaâs death; sure, youâve had the occasional thought that if the man was given a choice between you and them, heâd choose them over you since heâs always helping them, but heâs always been there for you since day one!
âNo,â you say, pleading with the man. âAlfred, I donât!â
âBut you do,â the butler responds. âAccording to you, he is the true master of your prison, but instead of using his power to make them acknowledge your existence, he allows them to continue parading through Gotham, fighting criminals.â
âYou also believe all these forms belong in Arkham,â Bruce adds. âAnd that you wish to be the one to subject them to electroshock therapy.â
You finally realize that somethingâs wrong here. All of them have never been in your presence long enough for you to say how you feel about them (not that theyâd care, anyway) and youâve never told Alfred how you often daydream of locking them away in Gotham, strapping them to metal chairs, and flipping the switch to send hundreds of volts through their skulls, hoping to shock them into being decent human beings. All this has been kept in your head for well over a decade.
So, how the hell did they know all this?
âYouâre not them, are you?â
âNo,â Not-Bruce answers. âWe only took the forms of those you see before you.â
âThen who the fuck are you,â you growl. âAnd where the fuck am I?â
âWe have no name,â Not-Alfred says.
âWe are one, and yet we are many,â Not-Damian finishes.
âIt is impossible to define a being such as us,â Not-Jason chimes in.
âAlright, that doesnât answer my question,â you mutter to yourself, but say it loud enough for them to hear. âThen answer me this: where am I? The last thing I remember was being shot by three thugs.â
âYes, we know of your attack,â Not-Stephanie says.
âAs for your question, we are appearing to you in your mind,â Not-Bruce says.
âMy mind,â you exclaim. âHow?â
âWhen you appeared to us, we reached out and established a link with you,â Not-Tim explains. âIt is from there that we were able to peer into your mind and see your memories.â
âMy memories,â you ask, dumbfounded.
âYes,â Not-Damian responds. âThrough your memories, we saw these forms and assumed them. We thought it would be more preferable for you to speak to us if we took the appearance of the people who have the most influence on your life.â
âIf you looked through my memories, then you should know I want nothing to do with any of them,â you snap at them.
âWe know now that we were in error,â Not-Bruce responds, a ghost of a smile gracing his face. âWe owe you many thanks. Never before have we been put into a situation where have known the sensation of being incorrect. We will ponder this experience for years to come.â
âSo, what do you really look like.â
All of them look at one another, unsure how to answer your question.
âWe are not sure if you wish to see our true form,â Not-Alfred responds.
âWhile you are the first sentient being weâve interacted with in our entire existence, we know that our true form is something many of your kind would consider⊠terrifying,â Not-Stephanie adds.
âI donât care,â you snap. âIâm not talking to any of you while you look like this and I sure as hell donât want you taking Mommaâs form! And if weâre going to talk, weâre gonna do it face to face!â
âVery well,â Not-Bruce acquiesces.
And with that, everything fades to black and for a moment, youâre scared youâll be left here in the dark by yourself again. Maybe you shouldâve let them stay like that.
Just then, above you, you see an odd red glow. You look up and you feel your blood freeze, your heart stop, and the air catches in your lungs. Above you is a giant mass of red, bioluminescent flesh hanging from a cave ceiling, thick black tendrils extruding from it and digging deep into the surrounding rock, allowing it to remain suspended in the cavern. And if that didnât freak you out enough, you can see the flesh obviously resembles the shape of a fetus in the fetal position. This thing looks like something out of an H.P. Lovecraft novel.
âHoly shit,â is all you can say.
âWe told you you would not approve of our true form,â it says, its voice beaming directly into your mind.
âWhat are you,â you ask, still awestruck at the sight before you.
âWe are have no name,â it responds. âBut, with the knowledge we have accumulated over the centuries, we suppose you can call us the Megamycete.â
âMegamycete?â
âYes, we are a supercolony of sentient fungus that has existed for over four-hundred years.â
âFour-hundred years? Thatâs as long as Gothamâs been around.â
âWe have existed as the city above. When its founders first arrived, we were nothing more than a collection of small, independent and unaware colonies of mold. Not long after the first buildings were built, an earthquake shook the area and revealed something we now know as a âLazarus Pit,â a pool of green, luminescent liquid that possesses remarkable restorative properties, and the colonies that would become us were plunged into it.â
âAnd this pit made you the way that you are?â
âThe pit made us aware, but it did not give us our intelligence. With our enhanced capabilities, we were able to spread out our roots beyond the mountain. Not long after, we discovered the corpses of the first of Gothamâs citizens, buried after they drew their last breath; when our roots came into contact with their bodies, we found we had the ability to archive the knowledge, memories, and even DNA of the deceased. We became obsessed with growing our archive, so as Gotham grew over the years, so did our roots; overtime, we archived hundreds of its deceased, increasing our intelligence and knowledge of the outside world. Now, our roots touch every part of this city, becoming one with it, not only archiving the remains of its living, but seeing and hearing everything that goes on within its boundaries.â
âSo,â you say, your mouth becoming dry at your newfound knowledge. âYouâre like some fungal god?â
âWhile we know many of your kind may consider a being such as us god, we hold no illusion of being a divine entity. We think of ourselves as an immortal observer.â
As you attempt to process this information, your mind brings something to your attention and you feel your heart stop when you realize it. You really donât want to know the answer, but thereâs that damn stubborn part of you that has⊠no, it needs to know.
âSo,â you begin, trying to summon the courage to ask your question. âEarlier, you said all of this is going on in my head, right?â
âYes, our roots were able to establish a link with you and allow us to convene with you in your mind.â
âSo, if weâre in my head right now, whereâs me? I mean, my body?â
Although the Megamycete doesnât have eyes, nor does it turn anything that resembles a head, you can feel it shift its awareness to the side, as if looking at something. You feel yourself break into a cold sweat as you slowly turn your head to the left, wondering what exactly youâre going to find.
And when you do, your greeted by a sight that makes you feel as if the world around you had crumbled away and youâve been left behind to float in the void left behind: you, lying in a mess of tendrils composed of mold, broken, battered, and bloody; your limbs lying in directions theyâre definitely not supposed to be in, your eyes glazed over, and a gaping bullet hole in your left temple.
âOh my god,â you shout, utterly horrified at the sight before you. âOh my god!â
âWe saw the torture those three criminals subjected you to. Their leader was quite thorough in inflicting damage.â
âSo thatâs it, huh?â While this is all just some projection in your head, you feel like youâre hyperventilating. âThis is how it ends: being eaten by some sentient mushroom and becoming a part of it? Doomed to spend the rest of eternity tethered to this damn city? I survive in a place where youâre likely to be killed by some trigger-happy murder clown and his psycho-ass whore while getting your mail and some two-bit thug is what does me in?â
âIf you look closer, you will find that you are still alive.â
You practically snap your head to look back at your body and sure enough, you can see your chest moving up and down. It may not be much, but itâs there.
âIâm alive,â you ask, shocked at the sight of you breathing.
âYou still live,â it answers back. âYour life force is low, but still there.â
âBut how? He shot me in the head and then threw me down here! People donât live after something like that!â
âWhile a gunshot to the head is normally fatal, our archive shows us two revelations: that the bullet did not go through your brain, but graze it and that the bullet used was of a lower caliber. While the wound was grievous, you still had a chance of surviving it. As for the fall into our chamber, your body was caught onto our roots as it fell, slowing it down and allowing it to land with diminished force.â
âBut Iâm still going to die, right?â
âYes,â it answers, seemingly sympathetic. âIf you were in a proper hospital, you could recover, but right now, your body is slowly shutting down. By the time anyone found you, you would long be deceased.â
So, you survive attempted murder, but youâll still die in the end.
âFuck,â you mutter. âWasnât the end I had in mind.â
âWhat did you have in mind for your death,â the Megamycete asks.
âShouldnât you know what i had in mind for my death?â
âWe do, but our knowledge shows us talking to the dying brings a form of comfort to them. Plus, this is the first time we have had the chance to interact with a living mortal. We wish to prolong the experience as much as possible.â
You chuckle at that. âI thought I would spend my final days back home in Goodsprings, sitting in the big recliner Momma bought for me. I use to spend Saturday mornings in it, eating cereal and watching cartoons.â You smile at the memory of the chair. âIt was a damn good chair.â
âWe see it, a brown cushioned seat, perfect for watching television or reading books.â
âYeah, thatâs the one. Wouldâve been perfect to spend my last days in.â
âPerhaps you still can.â
You look up at the Megamycete. âWhat?â
âWe offer you a deal: we will repair your body and give you the strength to leave this chamber and rejoin the outside world.â
âAnd youâll get what?â
âYou become our host.â
âWhat,â you balk. âHost?â
âYes, we will entangle ourselves with your very being, becoming as one.â
âAnd why the hell would I agree to that,â you exclaim. âYou fix my body just to take it over? No deal!â
âYou misunderstand. We will not override your control over your body. We will be nothing more than a spectator in your life, seeing but being powerless to intervene. In addition to being restored to your former glory, you will gain access not only to our vast archive of knowledge, but gain abilities many of your kind would consider supernatural.â
That certainly cools your temper. âSo, you fix me up and give me superpowers, but all you get in return is front row seats to my life. Sounds like Iâm the only one benefitting from this deal.â
âOn the contrary, we stand to gain just as much as you do. For over four-hundred years, we could see the outside world, but not join it. With each new corpse we archived, we began to desire a way to interact with the world firsthand and not by mere memories. You are our solution to this dilemma. Through you, we will know what it means to feel the sun on our face, or to taste the finest meals, or to hear a symphony.â
The Megamyceteâs words shock you to your core. You guess if you were stuck in this cavern for four centuries and only knew of a world beyond it through memories, youâd do anything to experience it, too.
âPlease, Y/N, we beg you to accept our deal. We promise everything we are, from our archive to our longevity, will be at your disposal. You will be stronger, smarter, and better than those who thought less of you. In comparison to you, they will be nothing more than mere ants.â
Youâve thought about showing the Waynes up for years, to be able to pay Jason back for that black eye, to make Tim feel like a complete idiot, and especially to make Damian feel inferior in every way possible.
âWe can do that for you. With us at your side, youâll attain a level of perfection they could never dream of. All we want is to be able to witness this firsthand.â
âAlright,â you relent. âIf all you want is to go outside in exchange for making me better than them, you have a deal.â
âWe thank you, Y/N,â it says, sounding incredibly happy. Relieved, even.
And with that, your world fades to black once again and when you open your eyes, you find that youâre back in your body, feelings of pain overwhelming your senses, making it hard to concentrate on the Megamycete pressing its tendrils into you. You watch in total awe as the giant, fetus-like mass that is the Megamycete begin to shrink and when you look down where the tendrils are embedded in your skin, you can see a black substance being injected into under your skin. The more of the substance being pumped into your body, the smaller the Megamycete gets.
Thatâs when you feel weird all over, like every cell in your body is transforming into something else. While not painful, per se, itâs an incredibly odd sensation.
(Your body is becoming one with our mold,) you hear the Megamycete explain in your head. (Not only will it repair the damage that was done to you, you will find that you are far more durable than any mere mortal and have the ability to change your form into any that is stored in our archive, both man or beast.)
âWait, youâre saying I can shapeshift?â
(If that is what you wish to call our mimetic abilities, then yes, you may âshapeshift.â)
When the last of the mold was transferred to you, you find your body stitching itself up and the incredible pain you were in fading fast, like it was never there. You see a puddle of water lying nearby and when you look in it, you see that all your injuries are gone, even the scar on your left check that Damian gave you three years ago. If you didnât know any better, youâd say it never happened at all.
And not only do you look better, you feel better! You wouldnât say you were the healthiest person ever, but you tried to stay somewhere in between active and sedentary; sure you werenât going to be running any marathons, but you were able to climb the many stairwells at school when the elevator took too long. Now, however, you felt like you could run and win a marathon, or climb up a mountain without climbing gear, or swim the English Channel during a hurricane! And you didnât feel better physically, but intellectually as well! Gotham, for all it many flaws, has attracted the best artists, architects, doctors, engineers, musicians, scientists, and more; you feel your mind being rushed with the knowledge and memories of countless people throughout the ages, ranging from the cityâs early days to now. Hell, you even have access to the memories and knowledge of some of Bruceâs greatest employees, giving you knowledge on much on Wayne Enterprisesâ tech and projects that heâs spared no expense in keeping under wraps. Maybe you can get a pretty penny from Lex Corp in exchange for this information since everyone knows Bruce and Lex are bitter rivals and are constantly trying to one-up each other, with Bruce, unfortunately, often being the winner in their battles to develop the next technological development.
âI feel like I could run circles around Einstein,â you laugh, completely blown away with your newfound intellect. Right now, you feel like you could write a symphony that would make Beethoven feel inadequate while at the same time painting a masterpiece that would eclipse the Mona Lisa and designing a fusion reactor capable of powering the entire country. You look around the cavern, looking and not seeing a way out. âNow how do I get out of here?â
(There is a passage directly above you.) You look up to see a big hole in the chamberâs ceiling. (That is how you ended up here when those three threw you in here. Our archives have absorbed many of Gothamâs birds. Any one of them should give you the power to fly out of the chamber.)
The mention of the three thugs remind you of your stolen pen and Game Boy, which then fills you with rage. Youâve never liked thieves and the thought of your Mommaâs treasured pen and your gift from your thoughtful boss in the hands of such lowlifes gives you even more of a reason to hate them. By now, they could be anywhere, maybe even outside of the city for fear of your disappearance being reported (mostly by Alfred, the only person left in Gotham who would give a damn).
(Remember our roots span all of Gotham,) the Megamycete says. (Through them, we have seen and heard all that occurs in this city. As our host, you now have access to them. All you have to do is reach out and think of who you wish to find.)
Following its advice, you reach out and feel the roots that entangle Gotham like a spider web. As soon as you do, youâre overwhelmed with sights and sounds from every corner of the city.
(Focus on the three,) it advises you. (If you concentrate on who exactly you want, the roots will do the rest.)
It takes some doing, but you manage to push aside the multitude of people that are in your mindâs eye and focus on the three kidnappers. Youâre taken across the city, rushing past the many buildings and stopping at some seedy building in Coventry. Your newfound knowledge of Gotham tells you this is the My Alibi bar, a place for Gothamâs criminals to get together to eat, trade gossip, and find work.
With your destination known, you search through the Megamyceteâs archives and something to get you out of here and find something that should do the job: crows. Your body manifests into a murder of crows and takes off in perfect unison, keeping in formation. Itâs extremely weird to be a bunch of birds; you know that what was once your body is now numerous birds, but while youâre multiple birds, youâre still one person. You can see through all their eyes all at once and change their flight path and they actually do it like itâs nothing. In a matter of seconds, youâre on the surface, flying above the forest and looking down at the twinkling lights of Gothamâs buildings.
âYou know, from above, that cesspit actually looks kinda pretty.â
(We thank you, Y/N. We never thought we would be able to experience such a sight firsthand, but here we are. Now, shall we retrieve your stolen property?)
The crows fly through the city, zipping past the buildings and as you do, you realize that youâve just fulfilled a dream youâve had since you were ten-years-old: to fly like a bird. When you realized that the Waynes were awful and all you wanted was to go back to Goodspringsâ to take flight like a bird and leave this city and the Waynes behind. Now, you can turn into a flock of birds, or even grow a pair of wings, and fly all the way to Nevada!
Eventually, you reach the My Alibi club, which looks even worse in person than through the Megamyceteâs roots. You land on a nearby buildingâs rooftop and see the only security for the entire building is a single bouncer. You command the birds to land near the bouncer and when they do, they come together and reform your body, but instead of revealing you, you command hardened black mold to cover your body, not wanting your face to be seen by anyone.
Whatâs going to happen here needs to not get back to you.
âWhat,â the bouncer stutters. âWhat the hell?â
âLeave,â is all you say.
The bouncer says nothing before he runs away.
(Are you ready,) the Megamycete asks as you near the door. (We highly doubt your three would-be murderers will take your return likely. Nor will they likely be in a hurry to return your property. You may have to resort to violence.)
âGood,â is all you say as you enter.
The noise coming from patronsâ conversations, drinking, and arguing comes to an end when you walk inside. A quick look around and you can tell this place lives up to its reputation of being for Gothamâs criminal element; everyone here looks like theyâve done time and will probably spend their last days in prison.
And in the back corner sit your targets, looking at you with their table filled with glasses and plates of food. The sight fills you with rage; they shot you in the head and threw you in a ditch and here they are, eating and drinking like they just got off work and wanted something to take the edge off. And what really pisses you off is seeing the one called Butch holding your Game Boy like it was his right!
âIâm here for them,â you say, pointing to your quarry. âThe rest of you are free to go.â
âUp yours, freak,â some shithead shouts back, pulling out a revolver and fires it three times. The bullets hit the hardened mold and fall to the floor, looking like crushed tin cans rather than deadly projectiles. âWhat the hell?â
He goes to fire it again, but you raise your hand and a tendril emerges from it, piercing the manâs heart; he drops his gun and lets out a disgusting gurgle, blood dripping from it and pooling on the floor, before falling silent, dead.
While most of your mind is disturbed at the sight; youâve just killed a man, his blood literally on your hands, but you canât deny thereâs a part of you thatâs not saddened by your actions. After all, he did try to kill you and if he was in a place like this, chances are he was a piece of shit and Gothamâs a slightly better place for his passing.
For a moment, everyone is paralyzed at what just happened. The place is so quiet, a pin could drop and it would deafen everyone. Then, everyone breaks out of their stupor, practically all of them pulling out their guns and begin shooting at you, but just like their friend here found out, their bullets are useless against you. Numerous tendrils emerge from all over your body and rush at them; some of them empaling them, others wrap around their throats and crush them, while the rest just whip them with enough force to break them in two. One by one, they fall until itâs just you and your prey.
âLook, man,â you killer whimpers as you draw closer to him. âI donât know what you want, but you can take what we have. Tom, hand him the bag.â
The other one throws a bag, which lands at your feet; you look down to see itâs your book bag. You pick it up and open it to find everything still inside, from your binder and notebooks to your phone and the gift box Mr. Chen gave you. Youâre relieved to know that youâre not missing any of your school stuff and donât have to go looking for anything or replace it. You are, however, missing all the money from your wallet, but a look on the table shows where it went to. But, youâre still missing the most important thing: your Mommaâs pen.
âHere, take this, too.â The leader takes the Game boy from Butch and holds it out to you, which you snatch from him, reveling in the fear in his eyes as you did, and carefully place it inside.
That just leaves one last order of business. You extend two tendrils and wrap them around the leaders throat and hold him up from the floor, his legs kicking around, trying and failing to get him back on the ground; his arms pathetically wrap around the tendrils, trying to crate some room for him to breath, and his mouth is gaping like a fish out of water, trying to get any sort of air. His cohorts go to say something, but a quick glare from you shuts them up. You bring the man close to you until you can see your reflection in his eyes, which are wide and full of terror, and open your mold mask, revealing your identity to them and based off their expressions, all three men could probably crush coal into diamonds with their sphincters.
âHoly shit,â Butch whispers, his face showing his complete disbelief.
âItâs that kid,â Tom adds, his face mirroring his partner. âBut, we killed him, right?â
âMy pen,â you say, looking at this piece of human filth with complete contempt. âWhere is it?â
You loosen your grip to allow him to speak.
âMy pocket,â he says. âItâs in my pocket. All the pawn shops were closed, so I wasnât able to sell it.â
While youâre happy that your beloved pen is not is some sleazy pawn shopâs display window, youâre utterly disgusted at the thought of this manâs audacity to think he had the right to sell your most treasured possession like its some worthless trinket. A small tendril emerges form your shoulder and searches the manâs pocket and pulls out that beautiful gold ink pen. You have it deliver it to your left hand, which is empty as your right hand is being used to hold the man in front of you, and hold onto it with a vice-like grip.
(Not even death could separate you from your Motherâs memento,) the Megamycete states. (We are impressed at your dedication to it.)
âLook, weâre sorry for what we did to you,â the man pathetically whimpers. âReally, we are.â
âDid you know this was my Mommaâs pen,â you ask as if the man had not just said something. âI lost her on my sixth birthday and was forced to leave my home in Goodsprings to live here. This pen is the only thing of hers I was able to bring with me. And you had felt like you had the right to take something I treasure more than anything else in the world and pawn it off for some petty cash.â
âWe didnât know, man,â Butch responds, now realizing the depth of his mistakes. âWeâre sorry.â
âWe promise we wonât tell anyone about this,â Tom adds. âJust let us go and youâll never see or hear from us ever again.â
âYouâre right, we wonât see each other again, but wouldnât you like to know who I was forced to live with?â The three of them pathetically nod in unison and you have to fight the urge to laugh. A few hours ago, these men were looking down at you, sure they could do anything they wanted, but now, here you are, far above them in the food chain. âI was forced to live with my father, Bruce Wayne.â
âBut he saidââ the leader starts to say, but you cut him off.
âThat bastard has ignored me since I moved in with him,â you shout, shutting him up. âI was his first biological son, but heâs completely forgotten about me!â You take a deep breath. Just the mention of him brings out the worst in you. âBut it doesnât matter. I donât need him. Just like you donât need your lives.â
And with that, you rip the manâs head clean off his shoulders, not even giving him the chance to realize his fate before killing him. You release the body and both it and his head crumple to the floor in a heap of lifeless meat and to further invoke fear in them, you stomp on the head while looking at them, the thing making a wet splat sound. The other two shout, but you cut them down with ease, tendrils emerging from your back and wrapping around their heads and crush them with ease, showering the floor in their blood and grey matter. Their bodies fall to the floor and flail around for a while before finally stopping.
(Well done,) the Megamycete praises. (You cut down these criminals and made Gotham safer faster than any police officer we have known. Perhaps the local police should seek out your services?)
âNot gonna happen,â you laugh as you walk out of the bar with your backpack in hand. âI have no intention of staying in this place. Once I graduate, Iâm going back home.â
(Yes, Goodsprings. A small town located in Nevada. We look forward to experiencing your return to your point of origin.)
And with that, you manifest a pair of black wings on your back and take flight, flying far above the cityâs skyscrapers, so hopefully youâre safe from detection. In just a few minutes, youâve flown from Burnley Island to Bristol, something that shouldâve taken almost an hour by car. Thanks to the Megamyceteâs roots, you can see the Bats still out and about throughout Gotham, so you donât have to worry about running into any of them while hurrying into your room.
You land down the street to avoid being picked up by the security cameras (Bruceâs picture is the definition of paranoid based on the amount of cameras in both the estate and in the house itself) and walk the rest of the way there. Normally, walking down the marathon-length driveway to the manor when coming home from work, but his time, you cross the distance like itâs nothing; in fact, you feel like you can do this another dozen times and still feel energized.
But, while youâre physically invigorated, youâre mentally drained and all you want to do is curl up and bed and pass out; you enter Wayne Manor and hurry to your room, never more thankful for being far from the rest of the household than you are now. While youâve been flying under the radar of Gothamâs vigilantes for years now, youâll afraid that even they wonât be able to ignore you when they found out about your newly gained powers. During your stay here, youâve listened to their conversations when they thought you werenât around and you know that while they distrust everyone (even each other based on the fact that no one seems to be allowed to have secrets), they distrust those with superpowers the most. Two years you listened in on a conversation between Bruce and Superman, who offered to help him during a time when many of Arkhamâs most dangerous patients escaped all at once, and Bruce said in a tone that felt like sandpaper being dragged across your face: âGothamâs off limits to metas. You step one foot in my city and youâll regret it.â
Honestly, youâre confident that Bruce is only on this planet to be the biggest asshole who ever lived. He treats his first biological son like shit, he raises his âtrue childrenâ to be as paranoid and pessimistic as him, and he threatens anyone who offers his sorry ass any kind of help. It seems to you that the only one who shouldâve died that night in Crime Alley is Bruce.
You shove the manâs image in your head aside. Before tonight, he wasnât important to you, but now, heâs irrelevant. You never needed him before, but now, you really donât. With the Megamycete, you have everything you need.
Just then, your phone rings, bringing you out of your thoughts. You fish out your phone and look on the screen to see Alfredâs caller ID staring back at you.
âHello,â you answer.
âMaster Y/N, are you alright?â
âYeah, of course. Why wouldnât I be?â
âBecause itâs over an hour since you shouldâve called me since getting off work.â You wince when you peek at your phone and see youâre overdue your nightly call with the butler. âSo, I ask again: are you alright?â Based off his tone, heâs not going to accept âIâm fineâ as an answer.
âYeah, I am.â You quickly think of anything that could explain your tardiness and realize something: the best lie is an obvious truth. You just need to modify it a bit. âI just stayed behind to tell Mr. Chen goodbye. Today was the last day for the store because his daughter said Gotham was too dangerous for him to stay by himself, so she brought him to her home today.â
âOh, Master Y/N, Iâm sorry.â His tone says heâs bought it and you actually feel bad lying to the man youâve come to see as a father figure. âI know how much you loved working there. Are you alright?â
âYeah, I will be. Iâm gonna miss him.â
âOf course you will, he was a good man and you were the best employee he could ask for. Can I do anything for you? Iâm halfway through with my vacation, perhaps I shouldââ
âNo,â you cut the man off. âYou donât have to come back early, Alfred.â With everything thatâs happened today, you need some time to prepare yourself before facing Alfred in person again. It would be a disaster for you to expose yourself as some form of metahuman in front of him. Plus, he deserves to have all his allotted vacation time. âIâll be fine, really.â
âIf youâre sure,â he says, obviously wanting to say more, but doesnât press the issue. âIâll let you go, Iâm sure youâre tired and you need your rest. Please make sure you catch up on your sleep Iâm sure youâve missed this week during your spring break.â
âI will, Alfred, donât worry. Iâll talk to you tomorrow.â
âVery good, Master Y/N. Good night, my boy.â
âGood night.â
You hang up and let out a sigh of relief, glad he bought it.
(You say you trust the butler with your life, but keep the events of tonight a secret from him. Why?)
âBecause Alfredâs highly protective and would most likely steal a boat and sail back to Gotham within an hour if I told him I was kidnapped. And if he knew about you, heâd probably drag me to a hospital and have every last trace of mold surgically removed.â
(We do not wish for that to happen.)
âMe neither, bud. You know, after tonight, I think weâre gonna do great things together.â
(We agree. Now, heed the words of your butler and rest. Tonight was very eventful for you. It would not do well for our host to shirk in his bodily needs.)
You chuckle and strip down to your boxers before climbing into bed. Not long after you get comfy, you feel yourself drift off to sleep. For the first time ever, youâre actually looking forward to waking up in Gotham.
Bruce hears Jason whistle at the sight, but says nothing in favor of studying the carnage inside the My Alibi bar. Bodies are scattered everywhere around the establishment, some are relatively intact while others look like they were ripped in half.
âLooks like someone had fun here,â Jim says as he approaches him, Jason, and Damian. âWhat do you think?â
âLooks like someone had a score to settle,â he responds to the police commissioner. He motions to the remains of three men crowded together in a corner of the bar with their heads missing; two of the heads are near the rest of their bodies while the third has been reduced to a fine red paste. âEspecially these three. Based on how they were killed, Iâd guess whoever did this was after them.â
âDoesnât look like Jokerâs handiwork,â Jim adds. âNo one hereâs smiling and the place is devoid of murderous gag toys.â
No, this is definitely not the clownâs MO. Neither does it match the MO of anyone currently missing from Arkham. The only one he could think of that could rip apart and crush some of the victims is Bane, but that doesnât explain why the remaining victims are impaled; plus, the giant is still locked up in Arkhamâs high-security ward. So, this can only mean one thing.
âThis is definitely the work of someone new,â he says, bending down to study the squashed head. âAnd with this being the only scene we know of, this was their first time killing.â
Whoever did this is highly dangerous and needs to be stopped and fast before even more people get hurt. Looks like he and his family are going to have their hands full for the foreseeable future.
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characters: jobe x reader
summary: when your boyfriend's job is to keep you warm during the winter
may contain spelling and translation errors!
birmingham, england â december 30
It was one of those cold winter nights, where the icy wind seemed to cut through your skin even through layers of clothing. You were wrapped in a blanket, looking out the window as the streets of Birmingham were covered in a thin layer of snow. Winter there always took you by surprise, being much colder than what you were used to. You sighed, even more so when the wind howled loudly outside.
The sound of the door opening made you look back. Jobe walked in, taking up almost the entire door frame with his tall, broad body. He was 6'4", and with his strong arms, he was the kind of guy who didn't go unnoticed. That big boy, as SZA sang, was the exact definition of what a girl needed in the winter.
âDamn, it's so cold out there.
He commented, closing the door and shaking out his coat. A slight smile appeared on his lips, even as he rubbed his hands together to warm himself.
âYou should wear more clothes, babe. âYou said, still wrapped in the blanket. âIâm freezing just looking at you.
The youngest Bellingham smiled, that warm smile that always warmed your heart, even on the coldest nights. He took off his heavy coat and threw it on the couch, revealing his strong arms covered only by a short-sleeved t-shirt. He was the typical guy who wasnât intimidated by the cold. While you shivered at the thought of going outside, Jobe acted as if the sub-zero temperature was just a cool spring breeze.
âWho needs a coat when you have arms like that?
He joked, flexing his muscles and winking at his girlfriend.
You rolled your eyes, but couldnât help but smile. There was something so comforting and safe about his presence, especially on cold winter nights.
âCome here, big boy, warm me up.
Jobe didnât need any further invitation. He walked over to you, sitting on the couch next to you and pulling you onto his lap with ease. Your legs dangled in the air for a second before finding a comfortable spot. He wrapped his arms around you, and you immediately felt his warmth envelop you.
âWhat would you do without me this winter, huh?
He asked, his voice low and husky, but full of amusement.
âIâd freeze, for sure! âYou replied, snuggling even closer. The feeling of his strong arms around you was enough to drive away any chill. âYouâre like a human heater.
âYou know thereâs nothing better than a great guy to keep you warm.
He said, chuckling to himself.
You couldnât deny it. Being in Jobeâs arms during the winter was like finding the perfect refuge in the midst of the icy chaos. You were warm, safe, and the soft scent of his perfume enveloped you. You were silent for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being together.
âAnd not only that... âJobe continued, as if reading your thoughts. âIâm also the guy who brings all your groceries in one trip. I bet you canât do it alone.
You laughed, remembering all the times he had actually done that. It didnât matter how many bags there were âJobe always managed to bring them all in at once, balancing the groceries with ease as you followed him, almost in disbelief. It was impressive, to say the least.
âYou really are useful for this! âYou agreed, laughing. âIâve never had to make more than one trip from the garage to the apartment again.
Jobe kissed the top of your head, still with that smile of someone who knew he was winning the debate.
âSee? Iâm the whole package. A true gentleman.
You just nodded, but you knew he was right. There was something special about being with someone like himânot just because of his physical appearance, but because of his presence, the sense of security and comfort he brought. Even in the midst of the most intense cold, Jobe was like a shield against it all.
The wind outside began to pick up, and the snow was now falling in thick flakes, covering the city streets. You looked out the window and mentally thanked yourself for being inside your house, in your boyfriend's arms. There was no place in the world you'd rather be right now.
âAre you hungry?
He asked after a while.
âA little...
You admitted, not wanting to move.
âIâll make us something.
Jobe said, standing up with you still in his arms. He carried you to the kitchen with ease, while you laughed and protested that he didnât have to do everything alone.
âI can walk, you know?
You said, laughing as he placed you on the kitchen counter.
âI know, but I like carrying you! âHe replied, winking at you before starting to look for something to do. âBesides, whoâs the big boy here?
You just watched as he started stirring the pots, feeling lucky to have him by your side. The winter might be relentless outside, but inside, with Jobe, you knew you would always be warm âboth in body and in heart.
âNow âJobe began, as he put the water to boil. âWhat do you want for dinner? I can make anything.
You watched him for a moment, biting your lower lip, as if you were considering it. Then, with a mischievous smile, you said:
âAnything that will keep me warm... but, more importantly, I want you.
Jobe stopped what he was doing, looking at you with a look that said here we go.
âIâm already enough to keep you warm, honey. âHe said, walking over to you and planting a quick kiss on your forehead. âBut, okay, Iâll make dinner special too.
And on that cold winter night, as the snow fell outside, you knew you wouldnât need anything else but Jobe and his warmth to get through the cold.
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Honey would please write something like when Armando left his gf she is a hacker and a weapon specialist without saying anything turned out that's not the only person he left behind. ( Tiny a baby girl who like to hold a wooden spoon ) They meet again when they going to the ammo squad in bad boys for . Her Kelly are besties . Very very angst.
(I accidentally deleted the ask, but I wrote it down before I did so above is the prompt for this, asked by anonymous)
Regrets and Punishments
â„Summary: Armando knows he made a mistake. He knew when he decided that his mother was more important than his girlfriend. But he planned to return to her, he did. He never couldâve anticipated being gone for as long as he was. Seeing her face again was like getting shot: You get that adrenaline rush, yet the pain ends up biting you in the ass later on. Especially when he discovers what, or dare I say, who he also left behind all that time ago.
â„Warnings: Slow burn, kidnapping, language
â„Word Count: 2.7k
â„Part 1/2
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AN: Iâm ngl Iâm not sure if you meant that you wanted them to have a kid or not, but I wrote it just in case, let me know if that's not what you wanted and Iâll rewrite it! (I also gave the kid a name)
I think Iâm going to make this a two parter because I kinda took this prompt and ran with it lol
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He never thought heâd see you again. As much as he didnât want to, he accepted the fact that heâd fucked up your relationship when he decided to leave you in favor of helping his mothersâ dirty work. He didnât even give you so much as a call after heâd left to let you know that he was even alive. He only hoped that you were doing fine on your own.
Nonchalantly, Armando walked through the door to the house of the people Mike and Marcus knew, not giving a damn about the warning to stay outside like Mike had told him to. No wonder a gun was drawn and pointed at him as soon as he stepped foot in the home.
âWoah, woah! Kelly-â Mike began his attempt to mediate the situation, âI asked you to wait outside for a second⊠Alright, Kelly, heâs with us.â Standing in between the gun and his son.
âHe canât be here.â Kelly retorted, keeping her gaze on the wanted criminal standing before her.
âThis is my son, Armando.â
âI know who he is and thatâs why he canât be here,â The gun never faltered as she spoke with a solid, demanding voice, âI trust you with my life, but I sure as shit donât trust him.â
âI trust him,â Mike confirmed.
âThen take him to your house.â
Dorn cleared his throat, trying to release some of the tension that had built in the room. Armando said nothing as Dorn came over to try to calm his girlfriend, and Mike took his son to the opposite side of the room.
Marcus sat down on the couch in the middle of the room and snatched up a bag of chips, âThis is some dysfunctional shit.â He said, looking back and forth between the two duos.
They came back together after a minute or two. âSheâs fine,â Dorn said.
âShe donât look fineâŠâ Marcus expressed, taking in the obvious irritation and discomfort on her face.
âIâm fine.â
âYes, you are.â Everyone turned in the direction of Armando, where he only opened the fridge to grab a drink.
âItâs the language barrier,â Marcus explained to Dorn.
âIt was English!â
âIt was definitely English.â
âI have to call someone. Iâll be back,â Kelly said, picking up her phone and already beginning to dial, âIf Iâm going to do this Iâm gonna need another girl here. Sheâll be able to help with the tech stuff too.â
âIs itââ Dorn began, but cut himself off when Kelly nodded, âTell her to leave Demi at home, we donât know what kind of shit weâre getting into.â
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When you got the call from Kelly, you werenât entirely sure what to make of it. She told you she needed you to come over, but when you asked her why, she only said something about âemotional supportâ. Youâd tried to press her for more details but she only mentioned having some people over and needing your tech skills. After a while, you just decided youâd go, but not before you handled your own business.
âDemi, come here please!â You called out while folding another shirt, making a nice crease and adding it to your pile of similar neatly folded shirts.
The aggressive pitter-patter of small feet hitting your hardwood floors alerted you that the person youâd called for was on their way.
âMama!â You felt the bed on which you were folding clothes dip a bit as a weight threw itself into the soft mattress. You smile when you set your eyes on the girl who is smiling to herself contentlyâyour daughter.
âMimi, mama has to leave soon,â You said as you picked her up and set her on your hip so you could continue to fold while holding your toddler, âTiara should be here soon to look after you, okay?â You say, referring to your babysitter that you should probably be paying more considering how many times youâve called her in the past week or so.
âMama leaving⊠again?â Your heart dropped when you watched the smile fade from your daughter's face when she realized you were going to be gone and she was going to be left with the babysitter for what felt like the hundredth time. You always felt bad when things like this came up but⊠you couldnât just blow Kelly off. Not after all sheâs done for you.
âYes⊠Mamaâs leaving, Iâm sorry baby but I promise Iâll be back as soon as I can okay?â You tried to cheer her up by giving her stomach a few tickles but your daughter was as stubborn as they come, her pout seemingly permanently stuck to her face.
The doorbell stole your attention and you gently set your daughter down. She followed you to the front door, and when you opened it her permanent pout was replaced with nothing but⊠confusion. You joined her in sporting this facial expression when you both looked at the stranger at your doorstep.
âCan I.. help you?â You ask the woman. She had a soft smile on her face, but for some reason, it didnât seem welcoming.
âIâm your babysitter.â The woman replied.
âUm⊠Iâm sorry there must be some mistake. My usual babysitterâs name is Tiara, I called her a while ago-â
âTiara asked me to come here in her stead, she isnât feeling too well, unfortunately. Iâm a coworker of hers.â The woman explained, but you werenât convinced. Tiara hadnât mentioned any of this to you when you called her-
Just then, as you were about to make up your mind about whether or not you wanted to slam the door on the lady, you received a message from⊠Tiara.
3:34 Tiara (Babysitter): Hey, so sorry for the inconvenience but Iâm not feeling good today, I sent over my coworker because I know you needed a sitter ASAP! Her name is Sara.
âWhat was your name again?â You asked, slowly taking your eyes off of your phone and to the lady, still wearing that smile on her face.
âSara.â
You look her up and down once more before stepping to the side to let the woman inside. Your daughter hid behind and clung to your leg, only peeking out when she was sure the strange woman was not looking at her.
âUm⊠This is Demi,â You gesture to the girl who has glued herself to your right leg. You try to get her to say hello but she refuses. Sara stoops down to your daughter's level and tries to wave at her but Demi only scooches further out of sight. âThe fridge is fully stocked, there are only a few weres, really: Donât invite anyone else over, no drinking, oh and her bedtime is 8:30.â
âPlease do not worry, Iâm sure me and Demi will have a great time together.â Sara expresses, that damn smile still plastered on her face. Thereâs something about this lady that you just donât like, but if Tiara sent her then itâs probably just you overreacting, right?
âRight⊠Could I get your phone number, just in case?â You say. She recites her number to you and you quickly enter it into your phone and save the contact, just in case of an emergency. You then turn around and kneel to look your daughter in the face.
âBe good, okay Mimi? I promise Iâll be back soon,â You say, giving her a quick peck on the forehead and a hug. She looks extremely hesitant and to be honest, so are you, but youâre already running late⊠âI love you.â
âI love you too,â Demi says meekly.
You smile and turn to leave.
If Tiara sent her, there shouldnât be a problem, right?
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You parked in front of the house that your best friend and her boyfriend lived in. You had no guesses as to why she called you here, but if your technology skills could be useful to her, youâd want to help in any way you can.
You knock on the door and after a while, Kelly answers but stops you before you can go inside. âWe kind of got ourselves in some shit, weâll fill you in.â
She grabs your wrist, pulls you inside, and closes the door shut. The first thing that you lay your eyes on is the monitors that Dorn was sifting through. Pulling up various pictures of people and files that look confidential.
Should I even be here right now�
âWhat's the situation?â You ask as you move towards Dorn.
âRemember when we told you all that stuff about Captain Conradââ
â(Name)?â
You pause when you hear your name. The voice sounds so familiar you're almost scared to turn around and see who it was that called you. You think you know who it was that called, which is probably another reason as to why it takes you so very long to fully turn and face the man that has broken your heart time and time again.
Itâs like the world stopped. All of a sudden, everyone in that room except for the man in front of you was irrelevant. There were so many things you wanted to say, yet no words left your mouth.
What is he doing here?
Why is he here?
All of the emotions flowing through you quickly became too much. Without a word, your feet guided you to the nearest room in which you could be alone.
âDo yall know each other?â Mike asked, but received no answer when his son went after the girl, âDo they know each other?â He asked in a more general way, but was met with nothing. The tension silenced everyone.
You ripped your arm out of the hand that had caught it when you reached the empty room. âGet the fuck off of me! What the hell are you doing here?â You exclaimed angrily. All of a sudden, all of those feelings you felt were entirely replaced by rage. Anger, directed at the man whoâd left you without a second thought.
âIââ Armando began, but was cut off.
âYâknow what, I donât care! Get the hell out of my face!â
â(Name), waitâ stop,â He said, grabbing hold of your bicep when you tried to turn away from him again.
âYou have some fucking nerve!â You growled, entirely in shock of the fact that he thinks heâll just have a nice chat with you, âI havenât seen your ass in years! Not a fucking call, or even a damn text! Nothing!â
âI know, I know, I didnât plan on it being like that,â he pointed out. In actuality, he had no clue or reason as to why he followed you here. He knew he fucked up their relationship and a few words wasnât going to change that fact. So why was he so desperate to get you to hear him out? He was never like this. Itâs been years, why do you still have this weird affect on him?
âYeah? Well I never planned on being abandoned by you, but look where we fuckinâ are now. Get the hell away from me,â You seethed. He had no clue how hard you were trying not to cry, âI said get the hell off of me!â
You snatch your arm from his grip. Deep down, underneath all of the anger that had boiled up to the surface, youâd missed Armando. You really did. Dealing with the pain of losing him, and never hearing from him until, well now. Taking care of Demiâ
Does he even know about Demi? Does he know heâs aâŠ
âGuys, so sorry to interrupt but we have a problem,â Kelly announced from around a corner. You hold eye contact with Armando for a few more seconds, trying to read his face but ultimately giving up. You didnât want anything to do with him anymore. You stomp out of the room, and he lags behind you.
Upon entering the room where everyone was gathering around Dorn and his monitors, you see he is tapped into someone's security feed, which you quickly find out is Marcusâ and Mikesâ homes where their families were. Dorn was notifying the police to send backup and you realize that there are people attempting to break into the homes. Does this have something to do with their investigation with Captain Conrad?
Mike and Marcus grab their phones and quickly make calls, telling their people to hide, and leave their houses. You watch the cameras and watch as the masked men make their way into the two guysâ respective houses.
âFuck, fuck!â Marcus says when he watches someone from his house grab a gun from a safe and hide the rest of the family in a closet. You can only home that whoever Marcus decided to trust with his familyâs safety was skilled.
Everyone watches and commentates on the man's performance in the security feed, taking down the trespassers one by one until he is able to safely transport the rest of the family out of the house, but not before saluting to the security camera for us onlookers to see.
Mike is not so lucky, as he is not able to reach his wife in time to warn her and the girl who was with her at the time. We all have to watch when sheâs easily overpowered and tied up. Mike is still on the phone with her, able to hear everything thatâs going on.
A sudden devious voice sounds through the phone, one that was definitely not his wife, âMr. Lowrey.â
âWho am I speaking to?â Mike lowers his voice and says in a serious tone.
âI think you know who youâre speaking to,â the voice says ominously, âI need your boy, and whatever evidence your beloved Captain has foiled away.â You eye Armando whose eyes were flicking back and forth from the phone to Mike, âAnd for that, you can have your wife. Iâll call you back with instructions.â
âAh, shitâŠâ Mike grumbles, but the man on the other side of the phone has not yet hung up.
âMs. (Name), I know youâre there as well.â Your heart drops to your toes. What could this man want with you? âIâd go ahead and check the security systems for your house as well.â A beep was heard as the man hung up and your eyes widened. NoâŠ
He wouldn't, right? You had nothing to do with this operation.
Nevertheless, you pushed Dorn out of the way and pulled up your homesâ cameras, and scanned for anything out of the ordinary. You spotted Demi playing with dolls in her room. The only thing was that you couldnât spot the babysitter, but you figured she mustâve been in the bathroom.
You let out the breath you didnât realize you were holding in.
âWhoâs kid is that?â Armando spoke up. You looked over but didnât fully turn around, fearing heâd already figured it out, and just wanted clarification. You were afraid. You were afraid that if he found out, heâd come back into your life. Demiâs life. You didnât want to get hurt again. You donât think you could handle him leaving you again, so you stayed silent. You left the question to hang in the air.
The breath you let out was sucked back in when you saw your front door open slightly, then all the way and three masked intruders walked in. âFuck!â You exclaimed, snatching up your phone and dialing the phone number youâd received from the new babysitter before. She answered after one ring, which you were entirely grateful for, âSara, grab Demi and get the hell out of there, now. Please!â You frantically spew out. Youâd be surprised if she caught any of that.
There was no response on the other end until Sara spoke, âThereâs people in the house?â She asked, too calm for your liking.
âYes, so grab Demi and get the fuck out of there. Take the window if you have to, theyâre searching the living room right now,â You say, watching the men search the living room and kitchen, slowly making their way down the hallway which they would find your daughter.
Again, no response. That is, until the chilling words made their way into your ears. âFinally, I was wondering when theyâd arrive.â And she hung up.
Your eyes were blown wide enough to where you were sure you were going to start hearing colors and seeing sounds. You were speechless and your heart was racing a mile a minute as you watched the âbabysitterâ pick your daughter up and⊠deliver her to the intruders.
You could only watch, helpless as your daughter was kidnapped.
What the hell just happened?
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not so bad
â in which rafe and y/n absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned y/n as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.
college!rafe cameron x reader au
warning(s): n/a. just a bitchy rafe whos generous n gets awkward as fuck when it comes to u
authors note: college!rafe is lowkey nicer to y/n since he canât help his buried feelings !! but heâs still an ass. i wouldve casted drew as himself but drew is too sweet i cant even imagine him having like a female sworn enemy that he lowk has a crush on
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the door swings open, revealing rafe himself. heâs silent as soon as he sees you. âlock the door,â he says as he turns around and starts to head further inside, leaving you at the entrance.
âlock the door,â you mock-mumble under your breath as you enter, closing and locking the door behind you like youâre told. you look around, realizing youâve never actually seen rafeâs dorm before. his friendsâ dorms maybe, but never his.
his dorm is surprisingly clean, with only empty to fully filled water bottles scattered around, but very few. both sides of the room are displayed with posters on its walls, you can fell which bed is his and itâs made with its sheets tucked tightly in the crevices with two large pillows at the head of it.
you watch as he walks over to his desk and sits in the chair, opening up his laptop to the online textbook provided for the class.
he peers over his shoulder to glance at you, âcan you fuckingâi donât knowâsit down somewhere? the furniture isnât coated in poison, you know.â
you fight the urge to make a remark, and you just sigh and let it go. âkay!â you say, and carefully making your way over to sit on the edge of his bed, placing your bag by your side. you catch his eye when you reply so eagerly without a problem, but you ignore this.
âwhereâs your roommate?â you ask him, looking around. âjust wanna make sure when i need to expect someone- also, typically i charge for tutoring, and if crawford is making me tutor you then iâm charging you double. hundred-fifty an hour.â
rafe looks pissed, shaking his head and opening his mouth like heâs about to argue before closing it again. finally, he sighs, leaning against the wall by the kitchen. âmy roommateâs just . . . out . . . today. heâs running errands. whatever, can we just get this over with? iâll pay you after.â
you grin, feeling even satisified that rafe has to use his own cash to pay for however long this will take. âhave a girl coming over tonight?â you guess from the way heâs rushing you. you reach into your bag for your ipad, âthis wouldnât be happening if youâd just pay attention in class, you know.â
âi know," rafe mutters, still annoyed but trying not to show it. "i just don't get how humanities could be important in the real world," he says, running a hand through his hair before resting the side of his head against his spread index finger and thumb, looking at you. âor my world, i mean.â
âstill trying to do real estate?â you puzzle, pulling up the notes you took during class for him to look at. âitâs like your dadâs job, right? the cameron department thing.â
âcameron development,â he corrects you, hissing through his teeth.
âwhatever. just surprised youâre not pursing sex work from all the girls i see you pull into bathrooms at parties,â you mutter out the end of your sentence under your breath, in a way not wanting to bring up that youâve even noticed that before . . . again . . . and again . . .
âyeah?â he seems amused. âsex could sell more homes than fuckinâ humanities ever could.â
âsex?â you repeat with raised brows. âdamn near prostitution versus political science, sociology, journalism, anthropology,â you name off as you lean left and right in your seat, pretending to think and weigh out your options. âyeah, maybe passing your humanities class can be a good thing! pull up your notes, please?â
âi did," rafe grumbles, gesturing to his laptop.
âi said notes, not the textbook. i wanna see what youâve even written down while in class,â you say.
heâs silent as he opens up his documents, and he pulls up his most recent document filed under notes. he hands his laptop over to you as he leans back in his seat. you look over his text.
furrowing your eyebrows, you say, âokay, so you . . . you wrote the title of his lesson yesterday. thatâs good. but under that you didnât even write down any notes, you just have someoneâs phone number. are you that predictable?â
he chews on his dog tag necklace and shrugs, taking his laptop back. âshe was new. just wanted to make a friend,â he insists, closing out the tab.
you hum. you donât really believe him but it isnât like you care enough to argue over that. you hand him your ipad to show him your notes. âweâll start at the beginning of the unit,â you tell him as he takes it.
rafe lets out a breath from his nose as he matches your energy from before, ââkay!â he skims over your writing, gnawing on his pencil quietly.
you almost catch yourself smiling that he does this, but you refrain.
the lesson seems to be going better than you thought, though there are some pissed glances here and there from both sides. it takes two hours to go over the unit with examples and practices. youâre already exhausted.
finally, after what feels like an eternity, the lesson ends. rafe slumps back in his chair, relieved to be done with the humanities assignments that you made him do for now. he looks up at you, barely casting a smile your way. âthanks for the help,â he mumbles, awkwardly meeting your gaze.
âthanks for the money,â you say, half-reminding him that he needs to hold up his end of the deal as you stand from your seat.
as he stands, he bumps into your ipad on his desk. it collides with his opened water bottle heâd been drinking out of the past hour or so and both of you know whatâs about to happen. you blurt out a noise and try to dodge the water coming your way but fail, getting his water on your legs and even more pouring at your crocs that invite even more liquid in. you can just feel your socks absorbing it now.
rafe grimaces as he stares down at your wet legs, and the least he does is reaches down to grab the bottle and the cap that flew off the desk. he closes it up and sets it on his desk as you take off your shoes and socks, holding them with barely your fingers.
âi have uh . . . towels, paper towels,â he says, and you just nod immediately, accepting whatever to dry yourself off.
when he comes back, you grab the paper towels and shove your soggy socks into his chest which he takes out of instinct before exclaiming and dropping them on the floor. you canât help but look back and glare at him before patting your legs dry, and then tossing the paper towel into the nearby trash can that sat at one of the ends of his desk.
you can see rafe shrug as he picks up your socks and hovers over his trash can too. âmight as well,â he murmurs.
âwhâ are you serious?â you try to catch the socks, but then again, heâs too far and you have no business carrying some wet ass socks back to your dorm. your hands fall to your sides as you sigh.
itâs like heâs visibly contemplating (or debating with himself) before he walks over to his dresser and rummages through a drawer, finally pulling out a pair of socks. âhere,â he says, tossing them to you, which you almost fail to catch from the sudden surprise. âtheyâre clean. swear.â
you give him a doubtful look. âi didnât need your socks. i have plenty in my own drawer, thanks,â you say, placing the pair on his desk to reject them, and he stares at you.
he shakes his head and turns around. âso difficult,â he murmurs under his breath, and he quickly cleans up his drawer before closing it.
he grabs his wallet from on top of the dresser too, pulling out the wad of cash. you can tell from the look on his face that heâs not only doing this to count his money properly but also to subtly flex right in front of you. you roll your eyes and look away.
he counts out his three-hundred before handing it to you, scrunching up his nose as he stuffs his wallet into his pocket. you stare at the money, then take it while giving him a glare.
you quickly count it but bless, thereâs two hundred dollar bills and then five twentyâs. perfect.
âokay, good luck on your exam,â you say and grab your bag, heading for the door like youâre in a hurry this time.
âwait,â rafe says, and you almost groan from annoyance. you just want to go back to your dorm. âhere,â he mumbles to himself, and he steps over to the mini-fridge in the corner. he opens it up and grabs a water bottle, then tosses it to you.
ârafe,â you say, not really expecting all of these âgiftsâ just for screaming at him for two hours about humanities. you toss it back to him, which he catches.
âjust for the road,â he insists with a shake of his head. âsince i spilled mine on you.â
you stare at him like heâs stupid. âdude, i live down the hallway.â
when you see his awkward reaction, you almost feel bad. actually you do. and itâs weird. usually you donât notice this at all, but something about rafe feeling dumb about trying to thank you just makes you feel guilty for how youâve treated him. fine.
you give him a look like youâre saying okay. that itâs okay to give you gifts and that youâre okay with receiving them. rafe doesnât even cast a smile, he just nods. you squint your eyes at him before heading for his door again.
rafe meets you there and holds out the water bottle for you. you look up at him and take it. you almost smile, and it seems like he might too, but you both catch yourselves and quickly look away.
âace your exam so you wonât have to hear from me like this again,â you say, half-joking to keep up their normal behavior.
âiâll try, iâll try,â he says simply, and stands at his door while you leave. you raise your eyebrows once before heading off to your dorm, taking your bag and your water bottle with you. you hear his door shut from behind you.
as you walk away, you canât help but replay the moment in your head, the weird sense of camaraderie that just occurred. maybe, just maybe, rafe cameron isnât the most horrible person on the planet. and it doesnât help that heâs unfortunately attractive, which makes it slightly more difficult now to keep up the mutual hatred you have for each other.
from inside the dorm, rafe stands there for a moment, staring at the closed door. he shakes his head, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
ânot so bad,â he mutters to himself before turning back to his desk, ready to tackle his upcoming humanities exam thanks to you.
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