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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 years ago

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Camp North Star - June 25th

AFAB!Reader x Jeon Wonwoo x Xu Minghao x Kwon Soonyoung x Choi Seungcheol

Word Count: 8979

Contents: drinking and being inebriated, swearing, your boss walks in, fivesome oral (giving and receiving), handjobs, face fucking, rimming, dom!Seungcheol, somewhat dom!Wonwoo and dom!Minghao, sub!reader, Soonyoung is a needy sub and also a bottom, fingering, nipple play, teasing, slight begging, protected sex, slight choking, drooling

Note: Mayhaps you voted for this hehe this was so much work oh my god it took so long oh my god i hope you appreiacte this filth if you dont so help me please enjoy this fivesomes are difficult skdhakshdas

“Never have I ever…” Minghao trailed off, swirling his beer in his hand as if it were a glass of wine. “Sucked anyone off.”

“Ahh that’s too general,” you laughed, taking a swig of your beer. Soonyoung quickly took a sip of his but not so quickly that you didn’t notice.

“I am learning so many things about you tonight, Kwon Soonyoung,” You said.

“There are so many things to learn,” He giggled.

“I already know too many,” Minghao deadpanned. The three of you laughed. The sound of footsteps came over the din of the crowd around the nearby campfire. You looked up to see Wonwoo wandering near and you beckoned him over to join you.

“Hey, what are you doing?” He asked quietly, taking a seat close to you.

“Never Have I Ever!” Soonyoung proclaimed boldly, making Wonwoo jump a little. You snickered, patting his arm.

“Soonyoung, it’s your turn.” You said.

“Hmmmmm,” He hummed into his beer bottle. “Never have I ever… had sex in a canoe.” He looked at you pointedly.

“Why do you think I have?!” You cried.

“Why wouldn’t you, it's fun if you don’t fall in.”

“Did-” Wonwoo started. “Did you- Which canoe did you have sex in?”

Soonyoung didn’t answer, merely sipping on his drink with an overly innocent look on his face.

“Soonyoung!” You cried.

“I hoped you cleaned it,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“Wonwoo, you should go next,” Minghao said.

“Alright,” He settled back, resting on his hand, still eyeing Soonyoung suspiciously. “Never have I ever given a handjob in the woods.”

“Oh that’s just mean,” You muttered as you took a sip.

“When was that?” Minghao questioned.

“Who was it with?” Soonyoung asked.

“Some stories I keep to myself,” You said, shooting Wonwoo a glare. “Moving right along. Never have I ever had sex in the pool.”

Minghao quietly took a sip and before any of you could speak he raised a hand.

“I’m not telling you. Though I will say I’m not looking to repeat the experience any time soon. Some things are better left in the imagination.”

“I need more goss,” Soonyoung whined. “This game is for goss. Someone needs to add something risky.”

“You’re so impatient,” Minghao chuckled. “Alright, never have I ever had sex in someone’s office.”

“Does it count,” You asked, already knowing the answer was yes, “if it was with the owner of the office, not like sneaking into someone else’s office?”

“Yes, drink,” said Wonwoo.

“Now I’m curious,” Minghao eyed you.

“Really cuz that just gave me an idea,” Soonyoung said giddily.

“What? Office sex?” You laughed.

“Sneaking into someone’s office to have sex,” he grinned.

“That sounds like a dumb idea,” Minghao said.

“Now hold on,” You said. “Which office would you propose?”

“You’re not actually considering this, are you?” Wonwoo asked.

“I mean if you don’t wanna be invited you don’t have to come,” You grinned.

“I’m thinking a nice big office when I know for a fact that it’s owner is relaxing for once and not working.”

“You’re not about to break into the programming office,” Minghao said.

“Nice big desk, comfy chairs,” Soonyoung said.

“That would make for some nice goss, what a wonderful commodity.” You chimed.

“I mean, it might actually be the best place for it,” Wonwoo said.

You all looked at him.

“What does that mean?” you questioned, watching his face flush more and more red.

“It- uh- if you go, I’ll show you what I mean.” He finally settled on.

“Can we?” Soonyoung chirped excitedly.

“Why the fuck not?” You said.

Soonyoung grabbed Minghao’s hand, even more giddy in his slightly tipsy state. “You have to come too.”

“Wh-Why do you want me?”

“I don’t know if Wonwoo’s going to stay and they don’t have a dick.” He said, jerking his head towards you. His bluntness made you laugh. You truly were learning a lot about Soonyoung tonight.

“I didn’t know you were a bottom but I don’t think I needed to know that,” Wonwoo mumbled.

“Minghao, please,” Soonyoung begged.

“I- I’ll join you for the walk over, but no promises,” He said. Soonyoung happily clung to him as you all got to your feet, heading for the programming office. Soonyoung skipped ahead with Minghao and you fell back beside Wonwoo.

“Why would Seungcheol’s office be such a good place for sex?” You asked.

“You’ll see, there’s something there you’ll find useful.”

“Are you going to stay?” There was a quiet moment between you as he seemed to think it over. It was much quieter here, away from the bonfire and the rest of the staff.

“I might. I’ve never done anything like this so…”

“Well if you do, I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled. Wonwoo gave a nervous chuckle, cheeks flushing pink.

“Thanks,” he mumbled almost shyly as you approached the office cabin.

“Is it going to be locked?” Minghao asked.

“We’ll just break in,” Soonyoung shrugged.

“Okay we won’t do that,” Wonwoo said. “He usually doesn’t need to lock it during the day so maybe? He might not have locked up yet. Let’s just try the door first and see what happens.”

Minghao and Soonyoung reached the door first. Minghao reached out his hand and turned the handle slowly. The door creaked in a bit and he carefully pushed it fully open. You all knew Seungcheol was down on the bonfire but there was still something a little scary and very thrilling about being here.

You had been in his office once or twice before but never for long. It was it’s own building near the other office buildings, a small cabin but more than enough space. The back wall was lined with bookshelves stuffed with books, safety manuals, and documents. A standing lamp was on along the back wall, bathing the room in a warm light. An old, comfy couch sat along the side of the room under the window and in the center was a large desk, much bigger than Hongseok’s. Seungcheol’s spinning chair sat on the far side and two chairs sat on the closer side for small meetings. Despite how busy he was his desk was relatively clean, only his laptop and a small stack of papers sat on it, everything else neatly tucked away.

You slipped your shoes off on the mat along with the others, wandering into the room.

“Is he coming back?” Minghao questioned, eyeing the light.

“He was drinking down on the beach,” Wonwoo mused. “He can’t be planning to work more after that, can he?”

“He wouldn’t,” you said. “Maybe he forgot to turn it off.”

“I’m unconvinced,” Minghao said.

“Come on,” Soonyoung whined. “We’re here. Let’s have fun anyway. He’s not here now and he can’t be planning to work soon, right? Besides, the thrill of it is that we might get caught.”

“Getting caught by the boss,” You said, running your fingers lightly up Wonwoo’s arm. “That’s kinda a hot idea, isn’t it?”

“I-I- I mean-” His cheeks flushed pink. “Kind of, yeah.”

“This has got to be against so many rules,” Minghao said.

“You knew that before coming over here,” you pointed out, wandering towards the desk with Wonwoo in tow. Soonyoung linked his fingers with Minghao’s slowly pulling him closer to the desk, grinning giddily when Minghao followed him.

“I’m sure there’s some rule about sleeping with your supervisor,” His tone was a little lighter, more joking.

“Does it change anything if you’re the one in charge?” Soonyoung purred, backing up against the edge of the desk and pushing the chair aside.

“I’m thinking about it,” Minghao hummed.

“Wonwoo,” You looked at him quickly. “Didn’t you say this was a great place for sex? Why?”

“O-Oh yeah,” he hurried around the desk, face still flushed. You watched as he pulled open drawers, looking for something. You couldn't quite tell if he was planning to stay yet. Was he excited? Or nervous? Or overwhelmed by the idea? Maybe all three? You weren’t sure if you were bad at reading him or if you were just a little too tipsy to easily figure it out.

“Here,” he said. “In here.”

You all wandered curiously around the desk and let out a collective gasp when you peered in the drawer.

Apparently, the condom stash was hidden in Seungcheol’s office all along. The drawer had quite a few boxes of different kinds of condoms. Not only that but a number of different types of lube sat in the drawer as well, even a few packs of dental dams and some gloves laid in the drawer.

“So this is where the condoms came from,” you mumbled.

“Why does he have all this stuff?” Minghao wondered.

“Who cares?!” Soonyoung said gleefully, grabbing lube and condoms. “This has everything we need!”

You met Wonwoo’s gaze. “You really weren’t kidding, huh?”

“It does have everything we need,” he said.

A grin tugged at your lips. “So you’re staying?”

He looked between the three of you. “Might as well have some fun, right?” He giggled, still sounding a little nervous.

Soonyoung grabbed onto Minghao’s hand, giving him starry eyes. “Will you stay too, please?”

Minghao’s lips twitched into a grin. “I have to admit, I kind of want to hear more of your begging.”

Soonyoung bounced on his toes as he pulled Minghao back around the desk, moving the stack of papers aside. You watched Wonwoo grab the laptop and move it aside while you pushed the chair out of the way.

Soonyoung was quick to grab the front of Minghao’s shirt and pull him close to make out. Minghao seemed only caught off guard for a moment before he relaxed into the kisses, letting his eyes slide closed and pressing Soonyoung’s hips back against the edge of the desk.

You leaned back on the desk yourself before locking eyes with Wonwoo. He blushed and looked down, stepping a bit closer. His eyes flickered to your lips and then to your eyes and you felt heat rise into your cheeks. Quickly you swooped in, pressing kisses to his neck and feeling his hands on your hips as he let out a quiet sigh.

“No hickeys,” he mumbled.

“What if they’re where no one will see them?” You teased.

“Th-That would be okay,” he replied.

You heard ruffling beside you and peeked over to see Minghao pulling off Soonyoung’s shirt between Soonyoung’s kisses which already looked to be getting desperate. You let your own fingertips trail down over Wonwoo’s chest before playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Can I take this off?” You asked. Wonwoo gave you a quick nod and you helped him pull off his shirt before trailing your lips down his neck and along his collarbone. He let out a sigh as you sucked at his skin but it got lost in the low moan that Minghao let out next to you.

Soonyoung’s lips were on his neck and his hand had slipped between their bodies, already palming Minghao through his shorts.

You followed suit, listening to the shaky breath and feeling Wonwoo grab and squeeze your hips in response as you started touching him. He pressed his hips subtly into your hand, relaxing a little between the sucking of your lips on his skin and your hand slowly working him up.

Both Minghao and Wonwoo let out quiet, low moans as you and Soonyoung worked them up. You couldn’t speak for Soonyoung but every little sound they let out, and every squeeze of Wonwoo’s hands on your hips, sent a rush of arousal down your spine. Each second you were growing more and more turned on and excited.

“You’re eager to use that mouth, aren’t you?” You heard Minghao murmur. You looked over in time to see his hand on Soonyoung’s head, slowly pushing him down to his knees with a smirk. You locked eyes with Wonwoo and felt heat rush up into your face, the blush on Wonwoo’s cheeks told you he felt just as hot at the prospect of doing the same.

You left his chest with one more kiss before sinking to your knees, not making eye contact and instead focusing on undoing his belt slowly. Soonyoung seemed to be moving fast, already having freed Minghao’s cock from his shorts and trailing his lips along it. You took your time, only stopped when Wonwoo tugged at your shirt to pull it off.

You pulled his cock free, wrapping your hand around it and biting down on your lip. Had it seemed the same size when you were giving him a handjob, did it only seem bigger because it was right in front of your face? Or because you could take it further tonight? Or simply because you were horny?

“What the hell are you doing?!”

All four of you froze at the sound of Seungcheol’s voice.

Your eyes darted to look at Soonyoung. His face had flushed red and you could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to come up with something. You yourself may have been buzzed but you certainly weren’t drunk enough for this. Still, was letting a horny, tipsy Soonyoung handle it the best idea?

“H-Hi Seungcheol,” why you were aiming for a lighthearted tone as you peeked around Wonwoo, his cock still in your hand, you didn’t know. Seungcheol looked less than impressed.

“Why, are you and Soonyoung, giving blowjobs, in my office?” He asked. His voice was far too even for your liking.

“It- uh…” You had nothing.

“It was a group effort,” Minghao sighed.

“That much is clear,” Seungcheol replied.

“We didn’t think you’d be back tonight,” Soonyoung said with a nervous giggle.

“You didn’t notice the light on?”

“It somehow slipped past us?” You offered.

Seungcheol looked between the four of you before he sighed. “There is nothing in the handbook for disciplinary action when 4 of your employees have sex in your office.”

“You’ll have to come up with something,” there was a grin in Soonyoung’s voice and when you looked at him there was mischief in his eyes.

“Yes,” you chimed in. “Be creative. An out of the box solution.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What are you two up to?”

“I just think you should find a… fun solution,” Soonyoung said.

“Yes, this must be stressful, find something to help you relax from that stress.” You added. Wonwoo nudged you hard with his knee, as if to tell you to shut up but it seemed Minghao was on your side. He looked back over his shoulder at Seungcheol.

“The campers show up in two days. And it’s nearly midnight. You’ve finally had a relaxing evening. Do you really want to ruin that?”

“So you think…” Seungcheol was processing your words.

“You should relax,” Minghao shrugged.

“Find something enjoyable,” Wonwoo added quietly, joining in your game.

“Do something fun and out of the box,” You chimed.

“Look,” said Soonyoung. “We’re already on our knees.”

You kept your inhale quiet. The four of you had been dancing around the suggestion but once it was put so blatantly there was no taking it back. You watched Seungcheol’s face as he thought, hand running through his hair as you tried to figure out if you were about to have a fivesome or about to get fired.

“Fuck it,” Seungcheol said, hands falling to his belt as he kicked off his shoes. “I could use this.”

A grin broke out on Soonyoung’s face and it was infectious, spreading to your own. You spared a glance upwards, catching Minghao’s relieved grin and the pink tinge of Wonwoo’s cheeks as you and Soonyoung slide closer to each other.

Seungcheol came closer until he was standing between Wonwoo and Minghao, pants slipping down his hips just enough to let his cock free. Your hand was still wrapped around Wonwoo’s cock and you started to pump him slowly, noticing him relax just a little. Soonyoung’s hand was moving much faster already on Minghao’s cock as his lips started to trail along Seungcheol’s cock.

You leaned in as well, pressing kisses along the other side of Seungcheol’s cock and hearing his quiet groan. Soonyoung’s hand was wrapped around the base, holding his cock between the two of you. Seungcheol’s cock started to grow harder between your lips as the two of you teased him. Your hand kept moving on Wonwoo’s cock, squeezing a little tighter. Your lips drew into a slight smile at the small moan he let out.

Soonyoung slipped underneath, sucking Seungcheol’s balls with his lips as you drew your tongue around the tip, drinking in the groan that fell from his lips. The small sounds all three of them were letting out curled down your spine, arousal settling between your legs and deep in the pit of your stomach.

You felt Seungcheol’s hand on the back of your head, urging you to take more of him into your mouth and you obliged. You started moving your mouth along his cock, taking a little more of him into your mouth each time, trying to keep a steady pace with your hand lest Wonwoo start to feel neglected.

“Just like that,” Seungcheol’s voice was low and a little breathy as he spoke, laced with the heat of arousal. His hips pressed forwards towards you and Soonyoung as you moved your mouths on him, Soonyoung’s movements growing greedier with each passing moment. You found a steady pace in sucking him off, your hand replacing Soonyoung’s at the base of his cock.

“Soonyoung,” Minghao purred, seeming more emboldened now that Seungcheol had spoken. “I want more of your attention.”

Soonyoung obediently shifted. He brought a hand up to play with Seungcheol’s balls as he took Minghao’s cock into his mouth. You looked to the side enough to see the sweet, wide-eyed expression he gave Minghao as he took his cock deep into his throat.

“That feels so good,” Minghao moaned, letting his head fall back. Soonyoung moaned around him and you couldn’t help yourself, moaning around Seungcheol’s cock before moving your mouth more quickly.

“Fuck,” He breathed. His fingers tightened in your hair, guiding you at the speed he wanted. You took him as deep as you could without choking, letting out more moans around his cock and feeling the arousal build even more in your core. Your gaze started to grow heavier but you still looked over to check on Wonwoo as you jerked him off.

He was more relaxed than he had been but still much quieter than you knew him to be. Was he nervous about it? You wanted him to relax fully and enjoy himself and you searched your brain for the things you had done last weekend, trying to remember just what he liked.

You moved your hand a little faster, adding more of a twist to your movement and earned a small moan from his lips, catching sight of his eyes falling closed. He leaned one hand on the back of the chair that you’d pushed to the side to brace himself.

The sound of gagging beside you drew your attention to Soonyoung as he deepthroated Minghao’s cock. You were equal parts jealous and impressed. How did he get so good at that? Maybe you needed to ask him for pointers.

The moans that fell from Minghao’s lips pulled you out of your thoughts very quickly. The sound sent arousal rushing through you and welling in your core. You pressed your thighs together, subtly shifting your hips and moving your hands and mouth a little faster. You let your gaze shift up to look at Seungcheol and it only made your arousal worse.

He was gazing down at you with a heavily lidded, heated expression. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and as you locked eyes with him he held your head still before thrusting into your mouth. You held it open for him, keeping your eyes on him and moving your hand a little faster on Wonwoo’s cock, thumb teasing his tip here and there, as Seungcheol fucked into your mouth.

Moans were falling from all three of them now, though Wonwoo was still quieter than you knew he could be. Beside you Minghao pulled Soonyoung back off his cock, a string of spit connecting his lips to Minghao’s cock. Minghao’s thighs were trembling slightly as he caught his breath, clearly not wanting to cum too soon.

Soonyoung shifted towards you and you pulled back. Seungcheol’s hand fell away from your head as Soonyoung brought his lips to Seungcheol’s cock. You turned all of your attention to Wonwoo, gazing up at him and meeting his eyes as you took him into your mouth slowly.

Wonwoo let out a shaky breath that was quickly covered by Minghao’s shaky moan as Soonyoung wrapped a hand around his sensitive cock. The sounds rushed through you, making you wetter by the second. Still, you kept your eyes on Wonwoo’s face as you took his cock into your mouth and found a quick pace.

As you brought your other hand to his cock, wrapping them both around, you took in the look of pleasure that overcame his features. His brow furrowed and mouth hung open, moans getting louder as they poured from his lips. A rosy hue was spread across his cheeks, his hair falling in front of his eyes that were scrunched shut.

Seungcheol’s groans had grown louder, as had Soonyoung’s gagging as he took all of Seungcheol’s cock into his mouth. Seungcheol kept a hand in his hair but let him set the movements, his own head falling back as groans and curses came from him.

On his other side Minghao braced himself against a chair, panting and moaning as Soonyoung kept his hand moving on his cock. His fingers curled into the back of the chair and his hips pressed forwards into Soonyoung’s hand, thighs still trembling.

You let out moans around Wonwoo’s cock as you moved faster, getting more desperate. The need in your core was getting unbearable and had you shifting and rocking your hips in search of the sensations you desperately craved. Judging from the few moans Soonyoung got out and how tight his shorts were he wasn’t fairing much better.

You felt Wonwoo’s hand on your head, suddenly pushing you back as he panted. You looked up at him in surprise which melted into smugness when you took in the dazed look on his face, stopping you before he could cum in your mouth.

Next to you Seungcheol dug his hand into Soonyoung’s hair before pulling him back.

“Aren’t you two getting needy?” He asked, his voice rough.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Did we do a good job?” Soonyoung asked. “I need someone to touch me.”

Seungcheol reached his other hand out, grabbing your chin and holding you so you were both looking at him. You felt your face burning and yet more arousal curling in your coil from the heat of his expression.

“You’ve done well so far,” he said. “Stand up.”

You did as he told you immediately, scrambling to your feet. Very quickly hands were all over you as they pulled off yours and Soonyoung’s clothes. The three of them shifted around. Minghao urged you to sit up on the desk while Seungcheol turned Soonyoung around and bent him over the desk. Wonwoo made his way around to where Soonyoung’s head was and Soonyoung was eager to wrap his lips around Wonwoo’s cock.

Minghao leaned in, giving you a kiss as his hands trailed over your body. You felt the goosebumps in their wake as he trailed fingers over your sensitive skin. He leaned closer, reaching his hands around behind you to undo your bra and you let him pull it off. His hands moved over your chest, drawing a sigh from your lips before they found their way to the hem of your panties.

“Lay back for me,” he murmured against your lips.

You did as he said, letting your head fall to the side to look at Soonyoung. He had a sweet, hazy look in his eyes as Wonwoo slowly thrust into his mouth, letting out quiet moans as he did so. All of Soonyoung’s sounds were muffled but you could still hear his moaning as Seungcheol drew his tongue over his entrance, teasing him. Drool pooled at the edge of Soonyoung’s mouth, his hands splayed out over the desk, already wrapped up in bliss.

A gasp left your lips as Minghao drew his tongue over your sensitive clit. You reached out, grabbing at the edge of the desk and your other hand finding Soonyoung’s wrist. You squeezed at him, not paying much attention to the curious look he gave you as you started to moan, back arching off the desk as Minghao fell into a quick rhythm with his tongue.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you moaned quietly, the sound getting a little lost between the sounds rising up all around you. Wonwoo’s moans, though still quiet, were rushing through your body. Soonyoung’s whiny moans and gags as Wonwoo pushed his cock down Soonyoung’s throat were dizzying.

You felt the curl of the coil, the pleasure that was building inside you, spurred on by the lewd sounds of Minghao eating you out and Seungcheol eating Soonyoung’s ass. Seungcheol let out low groans, hands gripping at Soonyoung’s ass and thighs as his tongue moved quickly. Minghao let smooth moans vibrate through your core, hands holding your thighs open and keeping your hips from bucking into his mouth or grinding too much against his face.

You shifted your gaze up and felt your cunt clenching around nothing as you took in Wonwoo’s face. His brow was furrowed, hips thrusting forwards into Soonyoung’s mouth. Red coloured his cheeks and burned the tips of his ears and his mouth hung open in quiet moans. His eyes were screwed shut and the sight made your head spin.

“F-Fuck,” the curse fell from your lips as Minghao dipped his tongue into your core, curling it into a sensitive spot and sending a tremor through your body. You heard him chuckle at your reaction but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care, instead pressing your hips closer to him as his tongue ran back up over your clit again.

You squeezed at Soonyoung’s arm, watching his nails slowly scratch at the desk as he pressed his hips back towards Seungcheol. His gaze was heavily lidded, though his eyes opened a little wider as Wonwoo grabbed his hair and jerked his head up roughly, an action that sent even more heat rushing through you.

He didn’t need to say anything, Soonyoung simply looked up at him, keeping the eye contact as he let Wonwoo fuck his mouth, drooling and moaning. Wonwoo seemed to be relaxing and growing into his confidence tonight.

And you couldn’t deny it looked so good on him.

“Wonwoo,” Seungcheol’s voice called your and Wonwoo’s attention, though Minghao kept his tongue moving through your core. “Why don’t you come back here and help him out? Since he’s been so good to you.”

“Of course,” there was much more surety and calmness to Wonwoo’s voice than there had been when you began.

A moment later you whined as you felt the loss of Minghao’s presence. You propped yourself up on your elbows with a pout as he moved away from your core, but much happier when Seungcheol took his place, smirking at you from where he kneeled on the floor.

You had enough time to catch sight of Wonwoo pouring lube onto his fingers before the feeling of two fingers pushing into your cunt pulled a gasp from your lips. Your eyes locked with Seungcheol’s as you panted and he started to move his fingers.

“You’re already so wet,” he purred.

“You’re welcome,” Minghao chuckled quietly, moving around the side of the desk and kneeling again. You felt his lips start to press kisses along your side.

“I think you could take our cocks right now,” Seungcheol murmured.

They’re teasing was interrupted by the loud, desperate moan that left Soonyoung’s lips, now unhindered, as Wonwoo slipped a long finger inside him.

“Fuck, please,” Soonyoung groaned, dropping his face against the desk as he pressed his hips back, trying to fuck himself on Wonwoo’s fingers. Wonwoo and Seungcheol both chuckled at his neediness and you were distracted by the sensation of Minghao’s plush lips wrapping around one of your nipples.

“You really are needy, aren’t you Soonyoung?” Wonwoo teased.

“Please,” he drooled. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t rush it,” Seungcheol grinned, as teasing as he was serious. “You need to be properly ready for it.”

Soonyoung’s only response was a groan, resting his cheek against the wood of the desk, facing you. Your own head fell back as Seungcheol started moving his fingers more roughly. He held a hand on your hip to keep it down and you let your eyes fall shut as you took in the sensations.

Soonyoung’s moans rivaled yours, both of you growing louder and louder with little care if anyone would hear you. Soonyoung gripped onto your wrist, trying to find purchase of his own. If his moans were any indication he was getting closer by the second.

You lost yourself more and more in the feeling and sounds. In the sucking of Minghao’s lips and the slow circling of his tongue around your nipple, fingers trailing gently over the skin of your hip and up your side. Seungcheol’s fingers deep in your core, thrusting and curling quickly. The lewd sounds of fingers moving in wetness and your moans filling the hot air.

Pleasure was building inside you quickly, Panting and moaning you felt yourself getting closer to your edge, clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers. Your hips ground as much as he would allow, chasing every little bit of sensation while the focus of cumming took over your mind.

Soonyoung let out a broken moan next to you and you peeked down to see Wonwoo pushing a second finger into his entrance slowly. A tremor ran through his body and his hand squeezed your wrist as he rocked his hips back as much as Wonwoo would allow.

The sight of him only added to your own arousal, making you clench around Seungcheol’s fingers even more. Soonyoung’s eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth hung open, drool and moans pouring from his lips. His skin shone with a sheen of sweat and his hair fell across his face prettily, moving with each roll of his hips.

“Oh, fuck,” your own eyes squeezed shut as Seungcheol eased a third finger into your core. You took it easily, knowing how wet you were, and feeling the craving for more.

“You’re getting needier too, aren’t you?” Seungcheol chuckled.

You felt Minghao’s lips pull away from your chest, moving up to murmur in your ear. “Is that greedy little cunt of yours ready for some cock?”

Your back arched off the desk and you moaned out loudly as Seungcheol started to draw his tongue over your clit quickly. The only answers you could manage were incoherent whines and moans as the coil in your core curled impossibly tight.

“We’re so far from done with you, yet,” Minghao purred. “You better be ready for more.”

“F-Fuck,” the word came out breathy and high on your voice as Seungcheol’s fingers started pounding into you. Minghao brought his fingers to your chest, playing with your nipples and you only barely registered the way Soonyoung groaned loudly again, no doubt also taking another finger.

Quiet, breathy pleas started to pour from your lips. Seungcheol held your hips down, sucking on your clit roughly and fingering you fast. Minghao’s lips nipped at your ear, hot breath fanning out across your skin.

“I’m so looking forward to sinking my cock into you and fucking you dumb,” Minghao murmured.

You cried out as you came hard, clenching around Seungcheol’s fingers. Your back arched off the desk and your whole body shook. Pleasure washed through every inch of you, stealing your breath. Your hips only stuttered when the sensitivity started to set in. Your hands started to weakly push Seungcheol away from your core as you shook.

Minghao helped you up to sitting, letting you rest your head against his chest as he let his fingers run over your shoulders. Somewhere in your needy haze you’d missed the part where they all rid themselves of their clothes but you weren’t complaining at the sight.

Soonyoung choked out a high moan, body shaking as he came, riding out his high on Wonwoo’s fingers until his hips dropped, knees going weak from the force of his release.

Seungcheol had moved around the desk and was now running his fingers through Soonyoung’s hair. “I hope you’re not done after just a few fingers, Soonyoung,” He teased. Minghao and Wonwoo chuckled and Soonyoung tried and failed to open his eyes, incoherent sounds mumbling out through his lips.

You slowly caught your breath, thankful for the moment to do so, while Minghao ran his fingers gently over your body. Wonwoo gently smoothed his hands over Soonyoung’s ass and Seungcheol played with his hair, all three of them pumping their own cocks slowly until Soonyoung pushed himself up to stand shakily.

Seungcheol smiled. “Are you two ready for more?” There wasn’t any teasing in his tone this time, only sincerity. You and Soonyoung both nodded, a little tired but eager.

Minghao helped you off the desk and you let him lead you to the chair. He urged you gently to kneel on the chair. You brought your hands to rest on the back of the chair, and then your cheek. Your heart was beating quickly with anticipation as you heard the sounds of condom wrappers ripping open and lube being poured out. You squeezed the back of the chair and wiggled your hips absentmindedly before hearing a chuckle.

You gazed up from your spot to find Seungcheol gazing down at you where you kneeled. His fingers came to your chin gently and tilted your head to look at him properly.

“Are you impatient?” He asked gently.

“Maybe,” you hummed. “Maybe I want a little more.”

“How much more?”

“Maybe I-I-” you stumbled over your words as you felt Minghao’s hands grip your hips and his cock ground against you, moving through your folds and teasing your sensitive clit.

“You lose your words so quickly,” Seungcheol hummed. “He hasn’t even started and you can’t compose yourself.”

You felt heat rush to your face as you tried to find the words you wanted. But they seemed too jumbled on your tongue. The sound of Soonyoung’s moan as Wonwoo eased his cock into his ass drew your attention for a moment before Minghao slowly pushed into you.

A gasp fell from your lips. Your eyes nearly closed as you sunk your hips back towards him but Seungcheol grabbed your jaw firmly and your eyes snapped open instead. You focused your gaze on him as moans started to escape your lips again. Minghao slowly thrust into you, letting out a breathy moan of his own.

“Does it feel good to finally be full?” Seungcheol murmured.

“Mhm,” your whine was high in your voice and you gave your head a little nod. Seungcheol regarded you with a heated smirk, leaning in closer. Your own gaze slipped to his lips as your mouth hung slightly.

“Are you so greedy you want kisses too?” He teased.

“Please,” Did you have a sense of shame left? Decidedly not as you leaned even more forwards, braced on the back of the chair.

Seungcheol chuckled at you but still, he closed the distance between you. His hand stayed on your jaw as he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth which you let inside easily. Your moans came out muffled by his lips, though they were only getting louder.

Minghao kept one hand on your hip, the other slipped up to your chest. You keened forwards into his touch as he started to roll and tug on your nipple roughly. He thrust his hips in a steady pace, each one even and deep and sending a rush of pleasure to your dripping core.

You only got wetter as you took in the sounds of the room. The sounds of your own kisses and muffled, messy moans mixed with the low, breathy groans of Minghao behind you as he fucked you slowly. His sounds hitting your ears and making you clench around him.

Soonyoung and Wonwoo were both growing louder as well. Soonyoung held onto the edge of the desk, chest flush against the hard wood, now hot under his own burning skin. His moans were messy and broken, coming out as gasps and cries with each one of Wonwoo’s thrusts. His hips pressed back for more all the while.

Wonwoo’s sweet moans were finally sounding how you knew they could. The sound made you dizzy, loud and full and punctuated with curses. Complemented the lewd, wet sounds of cocks filling your holes, moving through your wetness, pounding into Soonyoung’s ass. The air in the room only felt hotter and hotter as the moments ticked by.

“F-Fuck,” another curse fell from your lips between kisses as Minghao started fucking into you a little faster. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure through your body and deep in your core the coil was starting to curl in on itself again. Mixed with the sparks of sensation as he played with your nipple roughly.

Seungcheol pulled back, letting you breathe and gasp for air. His own voice came out rough and breathy as he jerked himself off to the sight of you getting fucked.

“You look good like this,” he purred.

“S-So good,” you managed. You heard Minghao’s breathy chuckle from behind you.

“Tell him properly, then,” Seungcheol said.

“It f-feels good,” you moaned, bringing your hips back to Minghao’s and trying to urge him to go faster.

A gasp left your lips as Seungcheol wrapped a hand around your throat, pressing you back against Minghao’s chest and squeezing just a little. A smug smirk hung on his face as he took in your reaction.

“You can do better than that,” he purred.

“Tell me how you feel,” Minghao murmured.

“It f-feels so good,” You stumbled out. “It’s s-so f-f-fucking good. F-Fuck you’re s-so deep. Please. Fuck. P-Please don’t s-stop. I- hnnnn f-f- I n-need this s-s-so bad.”

Minghao’s hips snapped into you harder, making you cry out pitifully. You felt the tremble in your legs, the coil tight in your core and the burning need for touch on your clit, to bring you to your release again. Minghao seemed to be chasing his own high, both hands now on your hips and holding you firmly as he fucked into you and you let your eyes roll back in pleasure.

A bang and a cry of pain called the attention of the three of you, your own eyes snapping open, even if your vision was a little hazy.

Soonyoung was shaking, gripping onto the table as Wonwoo tried to help him up. His legs had given out and his knees had slammed against the side of the desk.

Seungcheol rushed over quickly to help him up and to sit on the desk. And you only let out a slight whine as Minghao pulled out of you before heading over to check on Soonyoung as well. Soonyoung was no worse for wear, as Seungcheol and Minghao crowded around him he gave them a pout.

“I feel too empty now,” he whined.

“That can be fixed,” You heard Seungcheol say to him as he pushed him gently back to the desk.

You shifted off the chair as Wonwoo came closer, pulled off his condom before rolling on a new one. He came close in front of you, hands landing on your hips.

“Do you need a little something more too?” He asked.

“I could use some more,” you grinned, pulling him to the couch. “I was so close.”

“So was I,” he murmured, sitting sideways on the couch. You climbed over him, straddling his hips and giving him a smile as you lined yourself up with his cock before slowly sinking down onto it.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed. He had to be bigger than you initially thought. His cock had you feeling so wonderfully full. You braced yourself on his shoulders, resting your forehead against his. “You feel so fucking good,” you breathed quietly.

“So do you,” he replied.

Even as Soonyoung started to moan from the desk as Seungcheol thrust into him slow and deep, you stayed still for the moment, enjoying the feeling of your cunt wrapped around Wonwoo’s cock. You let your breath even out, Wonwoo’s hands held your hips and he didn’t urge you to move. You both soaked in the moment, feeling a little as if you were in your own world.

Slowly, with your forehead still resting against Wonwoo’s, you started to grind your hips down. A quiet gasp fell off your lips and Wonwoo chased it with his own, low moan and a squeeze of your hips. The delicious feeling as you slowly moved your hips curled through your core, working you up again.

Wonwoo pressed the tip of his nose against yours as you let your hips move the way they wanted, trying to find the movements that felt the best. You listened to all of Wonwoo’s quiet sounds, now so close to you, some part of your mind wanting to find what he liked best as well.

“Now I’m kind of wondering why we didn’t do this sooner,” he murmured breathily.

“You were the one who wanted nothing to do with my seduction,” you chuckled.

“I’ve seen the light,” he giggled. “I’ve changed my mind. This is good.”

Your words were interrupted by a particularly loud moan from Soonyoung, one that both drew your attention and made you clench around Wonwoo, drawing out a moan of his own. You bit down on your lip as you looked over at Soonyoung. Seungcheol had him on his back on the desk, holding his legs, thighs hugged to his chest. Seungcheol was fucking into him, starting to let ouy moans of his own and Minghao was next to them, kissing Soonyoung’s neck with a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it quickly.

Just watching the sight had yet another rush of arousal rushing through you and you started riding Wonwoo a little faster, grinding down on his cock more quickly and letting small moans fall from your lips as you met his gaze again.

Wonwoo had pulled his head back a little, he shook his hair back slightly and his gaze was heavily lidded as he regarded you. He was drinking you in as you rode him. You felt heat rushing through your body and to the surface of your skin at the expression he held, the look on his face as his eyes trailed down your chest to where you were taking his cock. Something in his gaze could have made you feel shy if you weren’t already so far gone.

Your eyes trailed to his lips, idly thinking about his last kiss while you started to move your hips a little differently, swirling your hips as you searched for just the right movement and feeling. Your own high was coming back into your brain as the coil inside you curled a little more tightly.

As you swirled your hips you felt Wonwoo’s nails dig into your sides as his head fell back.

“Do that again,” he breathed.

A small smirk tugged at your lips as you obliged, repeating the movement a little faster and trying to fall into a rhythm with it.

Wonwoo's mouth fell open in a series of moans that were growing louder and louder. You felt yourself clench hard around him as you took in the sight. His mouth hung open in a pretty round “o.” His hair fell just a little into his face, some of it stuck in the sheen of sweat over his skin. His eyes were screwed shut, brows furrowed and face twisting with pleasure. His chest heaved with heavy breaths and shuddered as he started to get closer to his own release.

You let your eyes trail down, taking in his toned chest that you were just now paying attention to. You kept one hand on his shoulder, the other trailed down, scratching lightly over the skin of his chest.

Wonwoo keened into your touch with a moan, trembling just a bit from how close he was. Your own edge was getting closer and closer, the coil curled tight again and you started to move faster, chasing after your own high as well.

Your own eyes fell shut and you took in the sensations of Wonwoo’s cock moving in you. Each of the sounds filling the room, Wonwoo’s lovely, loud moans, Soonyoung’s broken desperate cries, and Seungcheol’s low, rough groans, mixed in with yours and nearly made you dizzy, all of it making you more desperate.

You adjusted your legs before lifting yourself up and starting to fuck yourself on Wonwoo’s cock.

“Shit, don’t stop,” he moaned. “Please don’t stop.” His nails dug into your hips, urging you to keep up the quick pace.

“D-Don’t worry about that,” you managed to chuckle through panting and moans. You were too close again to want to stop. You felt yourself clenching around Wonwoo. Lewd sounds filled the space between you as you sunk down on his cock with your dripping cunt over and over. Wonwoo was breathing fast between his moans, his hips messily rocking and bucking up to meet you, making both of you moan and cry out.

Soonyoung let out a particularly needy, beautiful moan that had you clenching, nearly releasing around Wonwoo.

You heard him cursed quietly under his breath as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and leaned back before bracing his legs and fucking up into you hard.

You let your head fall into his neck as you cried out at the feeling. Your own eyes screwed shut and you dug your nails into his back as you held onto him. His own moans came out unabashed and more desperate as he hips worked, chasing after his high roughly and fucking you dizzy.

Wonwoo let out a choked moan, squeezing you as he came into the condom. He stayed buried deep in you while his hips crashed back to the couch, his body shaking.

You pulled back enough to rest your forehead against his again as he leaned into you. Wonwoo started to catch his breath until you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Wonwoo sat up quickly, looking flustered and you felt heat rust to your face as embarrassment flooded your system, starting to stutter something out before you heard Soonyoung’s cry as he came, cum landing on his lower stomach and legs shaking as he gazed up at Seungcheol and Minghao, the former of which slowly pulled out of him.

You were quick to climb off of Wonwoo’s cock, wobbling your way over to the desk.

“Did you cum yet?” You asked Seungcheol, taking your mind off the awkward moment.

Seungcheol smirked at you. “Not yet. Why don’t you lay back on the desk?”

You did as he said, sparing a glance at Wonwoo who was now resting and catching his breath on the couch. Minghao was sitting into a chair and Soonyoung, who had gotten up, was moving towards him before straddling his lap.

Your attention came back to Seungcheol as he finished putting on a fresh condom and threw your legs up over his shoulders. You bit your lip, grinning up at him and wiggled your hips, eager to cum again and still so close and sensitive. He brought one hand to your hip and the other guided his cock into your heat.

The moan from your lips matched the groan that left his. A slow burn of pleasure ran through you as you stretched out around his cock. He brought his other hand to your hip before leaning down over you a little more, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips and heat in his gaze as he pulled his hips back before rolling into you, nice and deep.

You let out gasps at the feeling, eyelids already heavy and body so sensitive and needy from both Minghao and Wonwoo. You let your thoughts and feelings slip away from you, instead focusing every bit of your energy on the sensation of Seungcheol’s cock thrusting into you, giving you more pleasure with each roll of his hips.

“Don’t close those pretty eyes,” he murmured, bearing down over you. You felt one hand travel up from your hip until he fingers rested against your neck. You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze properly and giving him moans in response.

“Good job,” he purred.

You gave him a lopsided smile, eyes drinking in his intense gaze and it only added to the fire inside of you. His low groans, Soonyoung and Minghao’s pretty moans from the chair. And Wonwoo’s breath, still slowing after his release.

Seungcheol wrapped a hand around your throat gently and you whined pitifully for him. But it turned into a loud, broken moan as he pulled his hips back and slammed into you roughly, sending a shock of pleasure through you.

“Do you like that?” He teased, though clearly breathy and getting close himself.

“Fuck y-yes,” you stuttered. “P-Please~”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he grinned before pulling back and doing it again.

His thrusts came harder and soon faster as well. From the slow roll of his hips he was now properly fucking you. You reached out for anything, your hands finding the arm leading to the hand around your throat and you grabbed onto it, trying to keep your eyes locked on his.

Every one of your senses was alight. The sounds and smells around you were utterly dizzying and nearly overwhelming. You felt your thighs trembling as you gazed up at Seungcheol, unable to form anything other than a string of moans as the oh so close coil in your core curled tightly, so close to coming undone.

You tried to reach one of your own hands down between your legs but Seungcheol was faster. He pulled his hand from your neck and pressed his palm against your lower stomach before his thumb started to rub over your clit quickly and roughly.

“F-F-F” you couldn’t even manage one word at the sensation. Your legs started to squeeze together but it only made the feeling more intense. Your nails scratched against the desk and your back arched off the wood, now hot from the skin of your back. Seungcheol chased his high with quick, rough thrusts, rubbing your clit as fast as he could.

Finally your hips bucked up, only kept close enough for him to keep fucking you from his strength as you came hard on his cock. Your eyes rolled back and fingers tried to dug uselessly into the hard wood as spots dotted your vision and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over you. The cry that came from your lips was louder than anything else in the small cabin, nearly a scream as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Even as you came down he didn’t stop. His hand came back to your hip, spurred on by the feeling of your release and you let out broken moans, only barely noticing Minghao doing the same as he came. Whimpers left your lips at the feeling, almost overwhelming you but also feeling so good in your post orgasm haze.

You let out a series of messy moans, feeling drool slipping from the corner of your mouth and eyes unable to open as his hips slammed into you roughly. You were slightly more aware of Soonyoung’s muffled cry into Minghao’s neck as he came for a third time. But your attention came quickly back to Seungcheol as he let out a low growl that even in your state had you clenching around him.

Seungcheol’s hips stuttered to a stop inside you as he spilled his release into the condom. His chest heaved as he panted and there was a slight tremor in his legs as a series of groans fell off his lips until he quieted.

Seungcheol pulled out of you carefully before dropping back into the other chair, catching his breath. Wonwoo stepped next to the desk and gently helped you up to sitting. His hand landed on your back, rubbing it in what you were sure was an absentminded gesture. You leaned against him for support, noticing he had found his boxers and thrown them back on. You gazed around to Soonyoung who was resting against Minghao’s chest, still shaking slightly.

“So,” his voice was clearly tired and yet still mischievous. “When is round 2?”

“Never,” said Seungcheol, even though still breathless he gave Soonyoung a pointed look. “And if any of you tell anyone I’ll fire you.”

“Why are you looking at me?” He whined.

“You’re the gossip,” Minghao chuckled.

“You’re the only one who would blab.” you added.

“You too,” Seungcheol said to you.

“Hey, I’ve kept some secrets. You guys don’t know everything.”

Seungcheol fully relaxed back into his chair. “Good. Soonyoung, since I’m sure this was your idea you get to clean my office tomorrow.”

“I- yeah okay,” he mumbled.

“And if any of you break into my office again and start having sex I will be firing you. Understood?”

A chorus of “yeps” and “yes sirs” rang out around the room.

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mythiccheroacademia · 5 years ago

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The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou:

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC

he has a family in the future

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time”

cue the waterworks

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes

oh shit

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,” you say to the boy

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

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wispy-fox · 3 years ago

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@projectdarkstache

Darkstache Week: Day One - Decorating/Pumpkin Carving

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

It was that time of year again where screams filled the air, creepy decorations were displayed, and children got hyper for the sweets that were to come. There were still a few days before that special day, but that only meant excitement for it could fester and grow. Especially for a certain candy-loving man who had a passion for holidays and going all out on them. In fact, his boyfriend had been decorating the mansion for a couple weeks now. Even his office has been transformed to match the theme of the month.

Bats and spiders hung from the ceiling with cobwebs in the corners. Lights in the shape of pumpkins were stringed along where the walls and ceiling met. Speaking of pumpkins, a tiny one- the one everyone seemed to adore- sat upon his desk. A "scary" face drawn on it by the one and only Warfstache. It was unprofessional, in his opinion, for an office to appear so… childish. But when it came to harmless activities such as these, the guy could hardly tell the man-child 'no'. Especially when the allowance of decorating earned him such a beautiful smile.

The other egos helped out when they could, but Wil didn't mind making the place "spook-tastic" by himself. Dark of course offered assistance as well when he had the time, but was usually told to return to work or relax. The latter was mostly encouraged, though, since the eccentric didn't want the entity to overwork himself. Though, someone had to take care of the business around here, and Google and the Host were busy with their own assignments. So that was what he was doing at the moment, looking over papers and signing them. It-

His head snapped up at an abrupt scream. Those were typical to hear during this month, for the egos took fun in scaring each other. However, this yell was all too familiar and was followed by a loud thud. It wasn't from inside the building, though. No, it was right outside of it, near his office. Without much hesitation, Dark abandoned the bills to investigate, heading for the balcony.

As the male stood out on the ledge, searching for the source of the shout, he wondered what his lover did now. It could be absolutely anything, especially if it warranted a scream. Though, the real question was- where the hell was he? The guy couldn't find the lovable fool anywhere on the ground below. Perhaps he thought wrong about where the yell cam-

"Oh! Hi Darky!" A rather chipper voice suddenly came from above, cutting through his thoughts.

He blinked, shifting his attention upward. "Wil-" His brows shot up, registering the sight with wide eyes. The obsidian orbs darted around, assessing the situation before narrowing. "How the hell did you manage this?!" He gritted out through clenched teeth, trying to figure out how to undo this without any injuries. One mishap and Wilford could end up concussed or breaking something. After all, he was hanging upside down, a perfect position to break one's neck if they plummeted.

"There's no need to take that tone with me, mister." The colorful man huffed, as if he had any ground to stand on. "But if you must know, I was simply setting up the lights when my ankle got tangled up in them. I attempted to shake them off, but one second I was on the roof, and the next I'm suddenly hanging like a bat!" The mustached fella explained, smiling from coming up with that last bit. "Ooo! Mayhaps I should dress myself as one and hang here for Halloween! That would surely asto-"

"Absolutely not! Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?!" He snapped, and while he appeared quite exasperated, Dark was deeply worried. Any good partner wouldn't desire true harm on their lover. Not even the "cold-hearted" ego.

"Oh, danger smanger!" Wil said, making a dismissive motion with his hand. It resulted in him swinging a bit, something that did not ease Dark's nerves at all. "Let me be a part of the decorations!"

A low growl escaped. This idiot would give him a heart attack if the organ still functioned. "Will you quit moving around?!" He snapped, his form glitching before appearing on top of the flat rooftop. Right where a cord of lights spilled over the side, attached to the interviewer's ankle. "It might loosen the cord and you'll fall, ending up hurt. Plus, it will hinder the process of getting you out of this mess."

"Oh poppycock!" Yet, despite wanting to be stubborn and prove he was safe, that he was not hindering anything, he stilled. Simply tilting his head in order to see his boyfriend peering over the edge, testing to see if he was in arm reach.

"Alright," the grey being began, satisfied with at least something. "I'm going to pull you up by your feet, and if you dare kick or anything and cause either of us to fall, I will not hesitate to make you sleep in your own bedroom tonight. Understood?"

Exclamations of indignation were sputtered out, protesting he wasn't that careless while waving his arms around. "Wilford." He warned, tight-lipped as the other swayed again. Once they quieted to mumbling and crossed their arms, a brow raised at the behavior yet accepted it anyway. "Better. I'm going to pull you up now."

After a few tense minutes and a close call, Dark stumbled back, falling onto his back with a grunt. His lover falling on top of him didn't help as it knocked the air out of him. Not that he had much to lose anyway… As they both laid there, catching their breaths, the pink-haired fella squeezed him tightly. "My knight in shining armor! You shall be rewarded handsomely tonight if you don't kick me out."

Alright. That sort of earned a soft huff of amusement. Though, there were still going to be repercussions. Ones that needed to get through his lover's reckless head. "You are no longer permitted to decorate alone. So as long as you can follow that rule, we can continue sharing a room. Understood?"

That got him a whine of protest. "But Daarrrk- I am not some child that needs supervising!"

Oh, how he wanted to argue that, but the guy decided it’d be a waste of time. "Perhaps not, but you are my partner and I’d rather not have you risk yourself like that without someone around to prevent it, or at least aid you afterwards.” He paused, observing while letting that sink in. It was clear by how Wil’s face became less pouty that he was finally realizing why Dark’s feathers were ruffled. “Now do you understand?"

With a nod, Wil pressed a sweet and reassuring kiss to their cheek. “Yeppers! I do indeed, my beautiful raven.” Then, without further ado, nuzzled his neck. "My apologies for the scare I might've caused."

Between that and the affection, it was enough to draw out a little smile, more at ease now. Enough so to plant his lips on their head for a few seconds, simply expressing his relief and love. With a satisfied hum, Dark pulled away, still holding onto him. "It's alright, Wil. You didn't mean to frighten me this time. However-" A look of seriousness popped up, but soon faded away to a smirk as he finished speaking. "If you try jumpscaring or pranking me on Halloween after this incident, I might not be so forgiving~"

"I'll keep that in mind, Darkling~" The eccentric giggled out, wearing a lopsided grin as his eyes sparkled.

"Good." Another pause. This time glancing over the other male's body before meeting his gaze again. "Now, how about we get you untangled and finish setting up the lights, my vexatious bat?"

"I think you meant 'My precious bat', love~"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

With a quiet chuckle and shake of the head, Wil was freed from the cord before they finished up with the lights, managing to do so without any more accidents. And when night came, the manor was indeed more terrifying thanks to the ominous glow and outdoor horrors, truly looking like a haunted house where strange beings lived.

Please don't steal my story.

Have a wonderful day/night! :D

#markiplier egos #wilford warfstache #darkiplier #darkstache #ProjectDarkstache2021 #DarkstacheWeek2021 #darkstacheweek2021 #projectdarkstache2021 #darkiplier x wilford #mine #my story #my fanfiction #wispy-fox fanfic

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iwavibes · 4 years ago

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first off i’d like to say i rlly love your writing🥺🥺 and i want to thank you for sharing your work with us!!! ive read ur whole masterlist and it’s all so so good! i’m obsessed w pretty setters 🥰 i was mayhaps .... wondering if you could write something maid cafe related w either suga, kageyama or kenma? 😳 u don’t have to obviously KDNDKNDKS anyways hope you have a good day today!!!

AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE PRETTY SETTERS SO FAR!! you're so sweet omg lemme give u a kith this made my whole day 😩💞 it's 11PM rn so this might be a bit of a mess 😭 fingers crossed that my tired brain won't fuck this up 🤞 finished this at around 12AM NSKSJSKM i hope you like this anon 💕💗

hq reacting to y/n working at a maid cafe

---sugawara, kageyama & kenma

sugawara koushi

sugawara is very adventurous like he'd be all out on trying new stuff

may it be food, hobbies, anything.

man is a knitting legend and he only went to one (1) lesson 😩

king shit 👑✊

so when noya suddenly dragged him to a maid cafe, he didn't think much of it

he was already used to his friend's pervy tendencies

why he was hanging out with him on his own was a mystery

he would quickly scan the menu, eyeing the pictures of cute food along with whatever dish sounds appetizing enough

his concentration was cut off, however, when he heard a familiar voice

even tho you purposefully raise your voice up a notch this man would still know that it's you

he'd blush furiously as soon as his eyes meet yours and seeing you in a cute maid outfit really did not help his case

you'd freeze as soon as you processed the identities of the customers in front of you mostly at suga

noya would eye the two of you knowingly, a somewhat proud smirk on his face

"NOYA I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ANYBODY"

"really??? must have slipped my mind."

you wanted to kill him

you would try to get back into character very awkwardly if i might add and suga would just stare at you in disbelief

was this why you always rejected him whenever he asked you out?

my boy would be having a whole ass epiphany and now he's seeing you in a whole new light

"and you, senpai?"

still, even with all these new information, he can keep his cool and tell you what he wanted smoothly.

after that, everything would be going smoothly

but then, as time passes you notice that sugawara hasn't left yet and noya is nowhere to be seen.

by the time your shift ends, he'd stand up from his seat and jog towards you with a smile

"since your shift is over, is it okay for me to take you out? or atleast walk you home?"

and tbh how could you say no to that

"you know, you could've told me that you were working during the weekends. now i feel bad for trying to keep you away from your job." he said as he walked you home.

"well... working outside school campus is strictly prohibited and i didn't want to take any chances. only one of my friends know about it and noya only found out by accident." you explained. "i'm sorry if i made you feel like i didn't trust you."

"it's okay! i totally understand why you didn't tell me. at least now i know when you get off work, this way i can walk you home everyday." he beamed.

you feel your heart pound in your chest at his words, heat slowly spreading across your cheeks as you look at him in shock.

"that is, if it's okay with you?" he stopped walking before turning his body to you. politely awaiting your answer. you nodded your head slowly and sugawara can't help but smile wider.

"you're very admirable, y/n."

kageyama tobio

unlike sugawara, kageyama is a very awkward dude

he lost a bet against hinata and now it was time for his punishment

kageyama may be the king of the court and he may look like the coolest man alive whenever he's on the court but thats about it

everything else, this poor boy is really clueless and awkward someone save him

so while they were walking around town, hinata trying to figure out what to make kageyama do, they passed by the maid cafe you work out

believe me when i tell you a light bulb suddenly sprouted from the tangerine's head

all he needed to do was go inside the cafe and buy some milk

simple stuff

but you should remember that this guy is so awkward and unaware that it can be painful just to look at him try to fit in

and soon kageyama finds himself walking to the cafe, money in hand, as he tried psyching himself out as he steps nearer to the entrance

'i can do this'

'i defeated oikawa so this will just be a piece of cake'

'boke hinata boke'

when he does enter the cafe, he opened the door too hard, making all the customers and employees turn to the sound

this boy would be glaring as he walked to the nearest empty seat

i kid you not everyone is terrified of this boy rn

and he's embarrassed enough as is because of how loud he opened the door and now everyone was looking at him 😭

baby just wants some milk 😩

it gets worse once he sees the person that will be serving him

bc wow have you seen yourself???? you're fucking hot bRO

stutters. A LOT.

and you can't help but to smirk at his flustered state.

"uhhh... m-milk please?" this was the guy everyone is scared of? you wanted to ask your co workers. it's just kageyama. the boy in your class who failed that one exam and practically begged you to tutor him. this?? this is who you're scared of?

you raised a brow teasingly at his state. "of course! would that be all, master?"

this guy literally chokes on his own spit while shaking his head frantically. you chuckled before walking away to get his drink.

"here you are, sir." you say as you settled the glass on his table. taking the money from his outstretched hand. no words. he just wants you to take the money and save him from further embarrassment.

"you know, you may be scary on the court but you're actually very adorable, tobio-chan."

ERROR kageyama.exe has stopped working

kozume kenma

if you guys thought kageyama was bad then... you right kenma is just behind him by a scratch

unlike his fellow setter, kenma can still form words when he saw you

why was he in a maid cafe in the first place? simple;; kuroo

it was one of the rare instances where his best friend actually managed to get him out of the house

and now he's salty

has a permanent frown etched on his face the whole walk to the cafe >:(

and kuroo would be talking away, unbothered by his friend's attitude and now here they were

"you know i've always wanted to come here. i heard they serve really tasty milkshakes."

"kuroo."

"yeah?"

"shut up."

he'd start playing on his phone while kuroo scolds him about how unhealthy it was to play games this much

but kenma remains unbothered

however, the moment he sees you, boi is already lost

he'd stare at you for a long time until you hear the small sfx indicating that he died.

he couldn't care less tho as he pocketed his phone inside his hoodie

kuroo quirked a brow at his friend before turning to you

"y/n! i didn't know you worked here."

"im trying to buy the latest installment of [insert random game here] so i need the money."

wow,, can you be any more perfect?

rn kenma's brain is already whirring with thoughts as he pictured this as one of his roleplay games

y/n says: so what will you be having?

choices: [banana] [latte] [ps4]

he picks the latte

"coming right up!"

and for the first time that day, kenma smiles

"oya?" kuroo spoke up the moment he sees his friend's upturned lips. "what's this?"

his face turned into a scowl again as he glared at his friend. "none of your business."

kuroo smirked, already scheming before standing up. "i'm gonna go to the restroom. watch our food while i'm gone."

"it's not like it's going anywhere." kenma huffed but his raven haired friend was already walking away.

"here are your orders, kenma." you announce, setting the food down on the table. "let me know if you need anything else."

you were just about to walk back to the counter when you suddenly felt a hand stop you by your wrist. you turned around towards a sheepish looking kenma. his eyes landing on every where but you.

"i have that game you're saving up. if you want, we can play it together. it's a multiplayer game right? i haven't started on it because kuroo sucks at shooting games." kenma's voice has always been soft and very quiet. some would've found it hard to understand what he just said but to you, you could hear him as clear as day.

"sure, we can play it this friday if you want?"

kenma nodded, finally lifting his head up to look at you.

"see you on friday then."

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savnofilter · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 15

siren!s. hitoshi

☠️ warning(s): ⚠️ everything between both parties is consensual. ⚠️ 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, mind control, aforementioned memory loss, referenced breeding kink, slight possessive behavior.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: 1.8k [7 minutes, 20 seconds].

☠️ summary: shinso came back for round two, except he couldnt make you his in time.

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary) | part one

☠️ a/n: ehhhhh warnings are a lil scary but its really just story building stuff. things happen before they get in the smexy times! still thread carefully. c:

You jumped awake as you heard a bump on the wall, the cool air caressing at your skin. You weren’t sure as to how you got here and you were questioning just what the hell was going on. But just like each time, the clench in your chest also aided in the… ache between your legs. You weren’t even sure as to what you were afraid of and there were no clues to help ease the curiosity either. Sadly enough it only took a moment’s notice to realize you were in your cabin’s room. It appears that your friends had gotten you cleaned up and dried, no longer having to wear the soaking and cold clothes you were before.

You yawned as you had noticed it was almost midnight, going to your window and stretching to see that the car for your trip was gone. You softly frowned upon the discovery, itching the back of your neck and rubbing it as you put on your slippers and left your room, deciding to make rounds to each of your friend's doors only to see that all their doors were either slightly ajar or open to see that they also didn’t occupy those rooms.

Weird.

Even with how odd it was, you didn’t pay any mind to it. The strong urge of hunger poking at your stomach. You trudged down the steps down the stairs to go to the kitchen. You went straight to the counter upon finding the food they had brought for you (assuming it was when they had gotten from when you passed out) and had your name on it.

“Eat this when you wake up! We’re out getting supplies to clean up those cuts.”

You hadn’t even noticed the injuries. You lifted your hands to look at them, huffing at the comically small bandaids, chuckling to yourself as you knew that they at least tried. Wasting no time, you put the food into the microwave and left the adjoined kitchen to the living room, and plopped down on it. A bump against the window had you jump, senses on high alert before you could calmly rest back down, and breathe out a laugh of relief when you noticed it was just a man.

A man? You snapped your head back to see that there was nothing there, only groaning in pain as in the process you had also cracked a few joints. The pain just didn’t suffice the answer being you mistook a tree for a whole person. But it didn’t excuse the same bump that had woken you up. All of this felt like a dump cheap rendition of Scary Movie and you weren’t feeling the vibes not one bit.

“Oww.” You complained, hand coming up to roll your neck. ‘just what the hell is going on?’ the thought runs through your head, a frown not leaving your face as you tried to calm down and decide to entertain yourself. Maybe after this dinner, you’d have to go back to sleep. As if hearing right on time as you managed to pick something on Netflix your food had finished in the microwave. You followed in suit to the kitchen, happily opening the door and getting your food out. You sat it in on the counter and went to the fridge to look at something to drink, looking for condiments as well. Just in the process of getting yourself together, you felt the presence in the house shift, an involuntary gulp coming from you. You quickly picked out what you needed before slamming the door shut. You were swift in getting your food not wanting to spend any more time before yourself and get back upstairs. Your attention barely sat on the show as you ate your food, the chill of your body knowing that something wasn’t right. And yet even though you didn’t want to run, you wanted to get rid of a feeling.

You were in the middle of eating when you thought you heard a lovely singing from the show. Again, though. Your stomach went into knots as you could hear the same thing before you had blacked out near the pond you had gone to. You weren’t sure what to do as you froze up, that action as involuntary. Your heart started to beat slower, body moving in a trance as it set whatever you held on the coffee table and got up. You left the TV on behind you and followed blindly up to your room. Your mind was starting to go blank but the familiar sensations of being awake were latching onto you. You watched as your body stopped at your room, no second later a body pressing up into your back. Now you were really scared,

‘did someone break-in? is this a sick joke? do I know who this is?’

As embarrassing as it was you were getting turned on by this. He lightly pushed you into your room, making your stumble before catching yourself in time. Your pupils dilated as you managed to gain enough strength to turn your head. Your heart stopped as you had managed to recognize him, your body twitching to life as your flight or fight kicked in. Even with the twitch of your muscles you stayed put -- you wanted to know what he was going to do with you. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he smirked at you, one that surely wasn’t kind or innocent.

“Take them off.”

‘take them off-?’ Although you were confused, it seemed as though your body wasn't as it followed its commands. It started with your shirt and followed all the articles along with it. The temperature was no longer cool anymore, the night heater’s starting to kick in no longer gave you an unpleasant chill. You sucked in a small breath as he closed the door behind him, locking it, and stepped closer to you. He walked until he was close, very close at that. It was almost as if he was examining you once again, and although you couldn’t remember what had happened you already knew that he’d at least seen more than his curious nature led on.

His hands started to glide over your skin, groping, and feeling wherever he wanted. You bit your lip as you let him, looking at something else on the wall to distract yourself as the feeling of being in the hands of someone you didn’t know was stirring up your hormones. That was when you realized, you could move and you didn’t. Or should we say, wouldn’t? You were too intrigued and um, turned on too. He had stopped his tune about ten minutes ago and yet you stayed still just for him. Your breath hitched when bent down to look at your now wet lips, your hands flying down to cover it. Your cheeks were hot as he swatted them away, looking up at you with a glare as you looked back down at him. His hands moved to your hips to bend them, your balance falling onto the bed you hadn't noticed you were so close to. His hands wasted no haste in gripping your thighs and spreading them apart. Your thighs twitch too close, embarrassed to have him that closely inspecting you.

“H-Hey-”

“You talk when I tell you to.” He responds before you can finish, leaning in to immediately suck on your clit, growling at the taste of your essence on his tongue. Your back arched as you could feel his tongue expertly play with your bud, apparently not in the mood for playing. His strokes were exact and precise as if knowing exactly how to pleasure someone. It felt too good.

Your back arches as his mouth move down to insert his wet muscle inside you instead, and it is almost abnormally long. It squirmed as if it was feeling around, poking at the one spot that got you off without every time. You trembled as his almost rough touches from before softened, teasing you instead of doing what he did before. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, toes curling in pleasure as he continued to eat you out as if you two were long time lovers. You whimpered and gripped the sheets, moving to look down at him. It seemed he was enjoying himself as well, letting one of your thighs press against his face while the other stroked his cock. He pulled away with an even breath, dangerous eyes trailing up to look up at you. You watched as he pulled away with a messy mouth, wiping the slick from his mouth and getting ready to fuck you.

His size was bigger than you've ever seen or taken, sucking in a breath as he wasn't careful in inserting himself already. Surprisingly, unlike what you thought you would've felt pain, and yet you didn't feel it. He fits snug in you like you've already taken him before and mayhaps he already has. His ears twitched as he heard the nervy commotion of your friend's car, cussing in his head as he'd have to speed this up. His hips slammed purposely into yours at a rate that was enjoyable and liked at your g-spots, needing to edge the beginning process of his courting to settle in your body. You opened your mouth to question, the muscles in your jaw pausing once he leaned down and started singing a soft tune in your ear. Versus the last time he had sung to you your body didn't tense instead he wasn't trying to control you, he was trying to help you remember something.

Your hands gripped his shoulders once you're receptive enough to take it in. All the night's worth of time and thoughts flood back into your brain, the knowledge making your brain hurt while the lower part of your brain feels pleasure nonetheless. Whatever the fuck he was doing was too much for your brain to handle. His lips abruptly closed shut when he finished, smiling a bit as you had fallen asleep in his arms, leaning back to admire your beauty. He knew that it was your final vacation day and he couldn't bear it. He didn't make any rushed movements to leave, huffing in annoyance when he heard the slam of the door downstairs that signified they were back again. He had no interest in carrying his last phase of courting you right now, pulling out his aching cock and quickly getting you dressed as he heard the steps approach closer.

"You will visit the lake nearby Hiyoko when you return from your trip." He says -- more like commands -- to your subconscious, giving your lips a lasting kiss before he pulls away from you altogether. He looks at you one last time, undoubtedly bothered he couldn't make you his as he planned. Neither of you got to finish and he wasn't keen on fertilizing someone in their slumber. He slips out from your window just as he'd snuck in before, beginning his journey back to his soon to be forgotten home.

He'll make you his bride at all costs.

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shorkbrian · 5 years ago

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You’ll learn to love me back

Prelude - Yooo mayhaps I’ll do a thirst post soon for daddyzawa. This man is an absolute control freak but he’s also logical and so so soft. Reader may seem stupid and like they’re accepting the situation but like?? If someone kidnapped me I’d be like so scared. Bros I am so trusting a villian could be like ‘Yo there’s a dog down that dark alley, you just have to pass those two burly dudes with the chloroform.” And i’d be trotting on down looking for the puppy.

https://youtu.be/eCCtiK7KlSo This is the vibe

Prompt - “I’m taking care of you now. That’s why you’re here”

Warnings - SFW until the very end. Mild groping and an intense build up to off scene NSFW.

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He knows it’s wrong. You know he knows that everything he is doing and has done to you is wrong. Problem is, he doesn’t care.

It had been hard to adjust at first. You thought the underground hero could be trusted, despite his ragged appearance and few words. Even though he mainly stayed in the shadows, not preferring the spotlight and the praise his counterparts received, everyone knew his trademark black hero outfit and yellow goggles. Plus, you had seen him a couple times around at work. So when the man dropped out of nowhere, rushing you to “come with him”, you immediately complied. Who were you to disobey a hero?

Confusion grew as it seemed like he was leading you to a slightly run-down apartment complex, the outside paint fading, the elevator out-of-order. But he was a hero, there was no reason for you not to trust him. There would be no reason for him to hurt or trick you, you were an upstanding citizen and did your job diligently. You worked at UA as a nighttime janitor, trying to supplement your meagre income that you earned working during the day at a nearby grocery store. Prices were insane these days and you always felt like you were barely scraping by.

Looking back, if you could give any advice to your past self it’d be to run away screaming. It would be futile, of course; the erasure hero was quick and efficient at immobilizing fleeing villains, so capturing a simple civilian would be a piece of cake for the man. He refused to answer your questions as the two of you climbed the stairs of the apartment complex, urging that there was “no time” and the two of you needed to hurry. Who were you to argue?

It only started to register that something was wrong after he steered you through one of the doors on the seventh floor, immediately turning and fiddling with something on the door the second you were through. “Mr. Eraserhead?” You had tried, his back still turned as you timidly continued. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?” The man had faced you then, an off-putting smile dancing along his features. Your stomach filled with butterflies; something was wrong.

You tried to stay calm, I mean, that’s what they tell you to do in scary, bad situations right? But as he began talking, your heart felt like something was squeezing it, your limbs numb with cold. You were going to stay there now, he explained, and you weren’t going to leave. It was for your protection and safety, and the pro-hero would accept no arguments on the matter. There was water in the kitchen and the bathroom was in the back, next to the bedroom.

You had smiled uneasily, thinking it was some sort of joke. Heros did that sometimes, right? For TV commercials or elaborate pranks on celebrities. There were probably cameras hidden somewhere, and a man ready to jump out with a wide smile claiming you had won something or passed a test or something. There was no way that Mr. Eraserhead was serious about this. But as the seconds ticked on, your anxiety grew. The man in front you shouldered past with a “Make yourself comfortable”, and promptly disappeared into one of the rooms down the hall. You were left in silence, confused, scared……. Should you still wait for the cameramen to jump out?

There were no cameramen.

It hadn’t seemed bad at first, technically, temporarily staying with Eraserhead. He preferred you to call him Shouta, but he also preferred you to not try and escape the clean, minimal apartment. There was something on the door that thwarted your attempts, and the windows were useless because you were seven feet off the ground. There was no fire escape, and there was no escape for you.

He treated you well enough, considering you were a prisoner in his home. You had learned that it was his apartment the first night when he had offered you the chance to sleep in his bed, which you shakily refused. The apartment matched the man; simple, practical, and quiet. The first three or so days you had been in shock, sitting numbly on the black leather couch, staring blankly at the equally-blank wall as you waited for Erase-Shouta to come and tell you it was all a cruel joke.

He hardly said a word to you.

Shouta was a relatively silent man, but when he did deign to speak it was practical, to-the-point, and his voice was soft and low, as if he was talking to a scared animal ready to bolt. In some way, you guess that’s what he saw you as, trembling nervously all the time, your eyes filled with fear as you continuously tried to take up as little space as possible. For the most part he left you alone, aside from asking what foods you preferred or if you wanted water at mealtimes. There was a TV in the living room, but it stayed off. The only form of entertainment you could find was the small bookcase near one of the windows, filled with classics.

If Shouta wasn’t sleeping, he was hovering nearby, sipping coffee while he tapped away on his phone or worked on his laptop. Whenever you glanced at him you were unsettled to find his eyes already trained on you. You would glance away as quickly as possible and return your focus to the book in your hand, heart thudding away beneath your ribcage.

A problem had arisen the fourth night, when you were getting ready to fall asleep on the couch, since you refused to go anywhere near Shouta and his bed. You didn’t know what the mans intentions with you were, but you didn’t want to take any chances or make things easier for him. He had come to the door of his bedroom, leaning against it lazily as he crossed his arms, that studious gaze never seeming to leave you. He had suggested you take a shower and change, and that he had clothes and towels and anything else you might need.

You shook your head.

He had tried again, his voice just as soft as he reasoned with you. The man was logical for sure, but you had a queasy feeling in your stomach as he tried to convince you to change out of the same clothes you had been in since he lured you to his apartment. Yes, personal hygiene was important, but how could you be sure Shouta would leave you alone while you were vulnerable? The only bathroom in the place didn’t have a lock.

Shouta had sighed when you remained silent, only shaking you head. He had pushed himself away from the door, treading silently until he could crouch down and meet your gaze glued to the floor in front of you. Immediately you shifted your eyes to your hands clasped nervously together in your lap. You felt clammy and sweaty and cold and hot and it was all too much. Mostly you just felt like crying. This was such a bizarre situation and you didn’t know what was going on. The man had tilted his head to try and catch your eye again, before giving up and sighing. “You can either shower by yourself, and then change into new clothes, or I’ll have to force you. The latter will not be as pleasant as the former.”

You had quickly chosen the former.

The clothes he provided were obviously his. They smelled like him, and he smelled like the shampoo nestled on one of the alcoves in the shower. He probably used the same brand for laundry detergent. You were grateful that he had provided you a toothbrush, slotted next to his own. Admittedly, you did feel better after cleaning up, but that feeling was quickly dashed after Shouta took your old clothes after you had exited the bathroom. He didn’t say anything as he dumped them in the trash. You distantly hoped it was because they smelled bad.

After a week of sleeping on his couch, Shouta had appeared in his hero outfit. He had to go back to work as a hero, and there were going to be rules from now on. They were simple and practical, like eating at mealtimes, taking care of your hygiene, and obviously, no trying to escape. Otherwise there would be consequences. You didn’t want to find out what those were.

The two of you fell into an easy routine. He worked mainly in the early morning, from 2-8, sometimes 9. While he was home with you, you would read or work on the crossword book he had let you mark in. He would go to bed around eight in the evening, and when he he left at 1:30 you would crawl into his empty bed. It had felt so nice the first night you had dared to do so. You usually tried to wake up and vacate his bedroom before the man returned, but on the days you didn’t Shouta said nothing. He didn’t seem to mind you using his space.

By the third week of living with him, you were bored to the point of tears. There was nothing for you to do; there was seemingly no remote for the TV, you didn’t feel like re-reading books you already knew, and you had completed the crossword book. Shouta seemed to pick up on your distress and had shown up one day with a tiny kitten and a giant bag filled with more reading material and activity books. You tried to ignore him as you cuddled the kitten in your arms, but you still heard his fond admission that you deserved a gift for being so good.

You tried your best to hide your shiver.

When you confronted him (timidly and with the kitten clutched to your chest like a shield) about why he was keeping you locked up in his apartment, Shouta had turned his eyes from his phone, blinking slowly as you fidgeted uneasily under his gaze.

“If I had been anyone else, you would’ve been dead the moment I got you away from the main streets. You’re too trusting. Furthermore,” Here he set down his phone, standing up from the small table and looming over you in a show of dominance. “You’re a complete pushover and your personality is so meek and submissive that I’m frankly surprised no one has taken advantage of you yet.”

Shouta took a step forward, and you took a step back.

“I’m keeping you safe.”

Another step forward, and you stepped back again.

“I’m protecting you.”

Another step. Your back hit a wall.

“Do you remember when you first started working at UA? You had let that senior janitor boss you around, making you do stupid things that had nothing to do with your job. Did you really think he needed you to bend over to pick up the supplies he dropped, or that holding your waist as you cleaned the top windows was necessary?”

Shouta slammed his hand into the wall next to your head, and you felt the vibrations in the back of your skull. Your breathed hitched, and your knees felt like buckling as you tightened your grip around the kitten. You wouldn’t be surprised if you passed out. Yes, the man who you worked with at UA had made you feel immensely uncomfortable, but you needed the job. As much as it disgusted you, the paycheck was worth the discomfort.

“You never wondered why he disappeared? Why you suddenly got promoted?”

Shouta was still talking in that soft, low voice, but that did nothing to quell your fear.

“I took care of you then, and I’m taking care of you now. That’s why you’re here.”

His eyes held your gaze for another second, before the flickered away, down towards your lips. The waver in his attention was so brief that it was possible you imagined it, before the kitten in your arms mewed weakly. Shouta tore himself away from you, and began to move towards his bedroom. Your mouth felt dry and your eyes were watering. Was Shouta implying that he had killed the man? Surely not, he had only fired him, or threatened him, or…. something. You didn’t want to think about it. You had never exactly seen the pro-heros that worked at UA, but that’s because you had worked the night shift. But that didn’t mean it was impossible for Shouta to have been there, and it would explain the signs that someone was working late, like the coffee machine brewing in the break room.

Hot tears spilled over your cheeks.

Had he been watching you?

Why you?

You voiced your last thought out loud. Your voice was barely above a whisper but Shouta stopped dead in his tracks, and you knew he had heard your question.

Silence.

Then he stormed into his room and shut the door.

You tried your best to avoid him after that conversation, feeling even worse whenever you caught him looking at you while you played with the kitten or read a book. It creeped you out to no end to know that the man had been watching you, stalking you. You couldn’t, didn’t want to think about what any of it meant, instead choosing to busy yourself with getting lost in fictional worlds.

You tried not to jump as the front door slammed, Shouta returning from a double shift. He had grime all over his face and his hair was a tangled mess, and you could sense something was off by the way he stomped into the bathroom to shower. When he re-emerged, the man was shirtless as usual after a shower. You were uncomfortable with the amount of naked skin, but at least he had pants on this time, usually opting to wrap a towel around his waist as he sauntered back to his room to get dressed.

Barely sparing you a glance, Shouta grabbed your arm in his tight grip, ignoring your choked gasp as you dropped your book and tumbled off the couch as he pulled you after him.

“Shouta? What-what….. Hold on-“

His grip was unrelenting as he tugged you into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you two before the kitten could follow. The plaintive mews held the same confusion you felt in your mind, but quickly turned to cold, drenching fear as the muscular man shoved you onto the bed. You twisted onto your side, scrambling to your knees as Shouta advanced menacingly, his eyes flickering with an emotion that you had seen simmering beneath the surface ever since the day he locked you in his home.

“Shouta, wait please I don’t wanna….. you’re scaring me!” You sprang to your feet and dashed towards the door, only to feel his strong arms wrap around your waist and lock you against his body.

“I know you’re shy, but I’ll be as gentle as possible.” He grunted, trying to contain your panicked thrashing as he set you on the bed again. He forced you onto your back, kneeling over your waist and sitting on your hips to immobilize you. He reached forward and grabbed your wrists, despite your failing attempts to push him off of you. Who were you kidding; the man was fully grown and his career was capturing and detaining bad guys. Out of nowhere he produced a length of his capture weapon, and swiftly started looping it around your hands, tying you to the headboard. Where had he gotten his capture weapon from? Your mind was racing so fast you lost the thought as soon as it entered, immediately moving on to the next desperate thought as you tried to rationalize what was happening.

“Shouta please, please! What are you doing-I don’t wan-mmfpgh!”

Wrists now effectively trapped, the man pressed a hand gently to your mouth, smoothing the other over your hair as he softly stroked your head.

“Shhhhh…… it’s okay, I would never hurt you.” You wanted to scream, bite his hand and spit in his face. You felt so small and afraid, knots in your stomach and tears building up behind your eyes.

“You asked “why you?”” The hand that wasn’t on your mouth moved to gently caress your chest before moving to the zipper on his pants. The tears in you eyes spilled over. You felt like vomiting.

“I’ve been wanting you since I first saw you…. So gentle, and weak, and submissive.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Something was on your chest, trapping you, holding you down and suffocating you slowly as Shouta talked while he unfastened his pants. Instead of taking them off, his hand moved to your (his) shirt, rubbing the fabric before pulling it up over your chest to bunch around your armpits. You screamed behind his hand.

“I tried to let you settle.” He was breathing heavily now, his calloused hand rubbing at your chest as you sobbed behind his other hand. “But you’re such a timid little thing, I realized it was pointless to let you make the decisions. We’ve lived your way-“ You tried to kick him, but your legs were in such a position that all your did was wriggle underneath him. “-now it’s time to do it my way.” At your anguished muffled screech, his eyes flicked from where he was focused on squeezing your chest up to your face.

“Shhh, shhhhh. This’ll feel good……. I’m doing this because I love you.” He paused, watching you shake your head, face puffy and red from all the tears.

“You’ll learn to love me back.”

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phantoms-lair · 5 years ago

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“Another day, another mystery solved!” Fred cheered as they drove the Mystery Machine home.

“Like speak for yourself. I would love to have a quiet trip for once,” Shaggy complained. “I thought that Mole Monster was gonna carve me up like a turkey.” He shuddered in the memory.

“Okay, I know we’ve been doing our best not to bring this up,” Velma interjected. “But Shaggy, you’re an honest to goodness werewolf.”

“So what?” Shaggy asked confused.

“You can turn into a giant mass of muscles, claws, and teeth just by taking off your necklace. Yet you’re terrified by someone in a rubber mask.” Velma raised her eyebrow.

“Monsters are scary!” Shaggy defended.

“Give it up Velma, werewolf or not, Shaggy’s still Shaggy.” Daphne stated. “Something which we’re all very grateful for.” she added

“I guess you have a point,” Velma ceded.

“Besides, as long as I’ve got this amulet, I’m as good as human.” Shaggy proudly displayed the brightly glowing moonstone. “And I’m not taking this off for any reason.”

“Not even in the shower?” Daphne asked, aghast.

“Wet fur.”

“I revoke my objection.”

“I dunno, I think it would be kind of cool to be a werewolf.” said Fred.

“It’s not.” Shaggy’s voice was strangely flat. “It’s weird and creepy. At least with this I can actually be norma-” As he spoke the amulet pulsed a ring of pale golden light. “That wasn’t good, was it?” As he spoke his teeth and nails began sharpening.

Velma turned in her seat and saw the now brilliantly glowing pendant and the slow transformation her friend was undergoing. “Freddy...step on it.

By the time they had reached the house they shared, the transformation was almost complete. They hurried inside, Scooby keeping a watch so that no one saw them. On the way in, Velma noticed an envelope by the front door. Grabbing it, she noted the strange texture of the paper. She was the last inside, studying the the envelope intently.

Daphne was flinging the curtains closed. While they weren’t famous enough to warrant paparazzi, the occasional reporter would stop by unannounced to ask about their latest case and none of them wanted them to make a scoop out of Shaggy’s curse. “Velma, can you put that down, we have a much bigger problem on our hands.” Shaggy made a small whining noise.

“I’m not so sure it’s unrelated.” Velma broke the wax seal and began untying the string. “This envelope is vellum, sealed with string and wax. I’ve only seen one like it once before. The envelope that copy of Bisclavret was in.”

Shaggy’s ears perked up “The one which gave you the clue on how to turn me back.”

“Exactly. The note inside said it was left by someone I had spoken to about werewolf lore. Since we were at a werewolf festival, that could have meant anyone. I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but it’s been bothering me for some time. What are the odds that out of the twenty or so people who heard the prayer, only Shaggy became a werewolf? My guess is not as high as me just so happening to buy a magic amulet that would reverse the effects, at least temporarily. And then having an anonymous well wisher leave me a book that explains how to use said amulet.”

Freddy’s eyes narrowed, “What are you saying Velma?”

“That someone arranged, or at the very least knew this was going to happen. These envelopes are a way of sharing information when he or she thinks we need it. Aha!” The envelope opened and a few pieces of paper fell out, followed by a note card.

The pages were photocopies of a much older book. Prominently displayed on the page were drawings of a familiar moonstone necklace. On the card was printed: Why did Bisclavret run through the woods for days? Mayhaps the time would have been lessened if another would bear his yoke.

Velma read the card out loud for the other. “Bisclavret again. And this proves that there was no coincidence with the pendant.”

“But what language is this?” Daphne was looking at one of the photo pages. “It’s certainly not English, but it doesn’t look like Latin, or Cyrillic, or anything else I’ve seen.”

“It’ll take some time to decipher,” Velma agreed. “But I think the note is what’s important. The timing can’t be coincidental. If we received the book before Shaggy was permanently transformed, we might not have been focused on how Bisclavret returned to normal - or forgotten it under all the other werewolf stories we’d been hearing. Likewise we just so happened to receive this package on the day the amulet failed. Since it would take too long to decipher the pages, the note is the key.”

“‘Why did Bisclavret run through the wood for days?’ Well, he was a werewolf. He wasn’t affected by the moon, like in more modern variants. He could transform by taking his clothes on and off. Hmm,” Velma began pacing in full analytical mode. “But why for days? If he could transform back just by putting his clothes on...That’s it!”

“What’s it?” Shaggy asked hopefully.

“Why would Bisclavret stay as a wolf for days if he didn’t have to? Because he did have to. He had control over the mechanism of his transformation, but he couldn’t halt it completely. At some point he had to transform.”

“The amulet probably works the same way. Or rather it gives Shaggy the ability to be normal, but it’s not a cure. He has to spend some time as a werewolf, or it stops working. When I bought it, it looked like an ordinary necklace. But it’s been glowing steadily more and more. I think that was it’s way of showing it was ‘full’.”

“Great, so how do we, like, change me back?” The pleading in Shaggy’s tone was obvious. Which made Velma’s answer all the harder to say.

“We wait it out. Allow the amulet to discharge. When it stops glowing, it should be able to change you back.”

“How long do you think that would take?”

“I’m not sure, but given the whole parallel with Bisclavret…”

“Days?” Shaggy whimpered.

“Could be.” Velma admitted. That werewolf moaned and curled up into a ball.

“Rut arout re eggs?” Scooby asked.

“Eggs?” Daphne asked.

Shaggy uncurled slightly “The note said something about yolks, right?”

Velma shook her head. “Not those kind of yokes. It means...” She stopped. “Shaggy, toss me the necklace.”

He hesitated, he hadn’t taken the thing off since the festival he’d been cursed at. Still, it wasn’t exactly doing him any good as it was.

Shaggy tossed it over. Velma’s arm tingled as she caught it, which hopefully was evidence for her theory. She slipped it over her head and the necklace pulsed again. A strange tingly feeling swept through her body as bones and muscles rearranged. Fur grew in, along with claws, fangs, and a tail.

“Okay Shaggy, I see what you were talking about. This is weird.” Velma commented as she looked at her new self. “Wait, I have a muzzle, how am I even talking normally?”

Shaggy’s jaw opened and closed, no words coming out.

“Velma, are you okay?” Fred asked, concerned.

“Fine. A little weirded out, but fine. I have so many tests to run.”

“Tests? Velma what is going on?” Daphne asked, “You were wearing that necklace the day you got it and nothing like this happened.”

“It wasn’t ‘charged’ then,” Velma explained. “The key to the note was the word ‘yoke’. It has two meanings. The literal one is a harness farm animals use to pull plows and other equipment worn around their necks. This gave way to the second meaning of yoke - to have a burden on you. The note uses both of them, referring to Shaggy’s being a werewolf as his ‘burden’, which can be ‘harnessed’ by the item he wears on his neck.

“Why did Bisclavret run through the woods for days? Mayhaps the time would have been lessened if another would bear his yoke.’ In two sentences it tells us that Shaggy does have to spend some time transformed, but the amount of time can be shortened if someone else is willing to be a werewolf with him, and that wearing the amulet will achieve that.

“You know, I think you just said that in one sentence a lot more clearly.” Daphne said dryly.

“Our informant isn’t exactly trying to be clear. The first contact was meant to be seen as coincidental. My guess is the only reason this message is as overt as it is is he couldn’t figure out a way to-” Velma broke off. “Shaggy, are you okay?”

Shaggy did not look okay. He was bent over hold his head in his hands, his tail seeming to be trying to wrap around his waist. “Someone did this to me.” He finally said. “I thought it was some random magic thing, could've happened to anyone. But it wasn’t. Someone meant to turn me into a werewolf. Why? What did I do to them?”

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This is from ‘A Shaggy Wolf Story’, which was the original werewolf Shaggy thing I was going to write, but wanted to wait until Mirror’s Gaze was finished. Then Fangs happened

#Scooby Doo #Werewolf!Shaggy #Ghost Writing #spiffylindster

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inkribbon796 · 5 years ago

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The Mouse and the Mantis

Summary: Chase has been making a new friend, which everyone thinks is a pretty good idea since Chase needs more personal friends. Unfortunately that friend is Damien, and Chase isn’t known for his good decisions.

In the Mayor’s office, Chase and the Mayor were talking. Chase had slowly been making a habit of coming over to check on the Mayor but these days he’d made a habit of lingering in his office just to talk. Sometimes the visits lasted for five minutes, other times they carried on for about a half-hour.

Their topic of conversation had moved to Chase’s weapons. Since Chase dealt more with civilians than he did with dangerous supervillains, Damien had been curious about how he conducted his superhero work against much more vulnerable and human civilians.

Damien was looking at one of Chase’s rifles while he sat at his desk, it was a modified NERF gun. He turned it over in his hands for examination, “It’s made of plastic.”

“Yeah,” Chase rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t wanna kill people. Jackie helped me turn it inta somethin’ that fires more than foam. It’s gotten a couple upgrades an’ replacements over the years.”

“I always thought you were just modifying your weapons in a basement,” Damien commented. “I suppose I was partially correct.”

“Well, yah know, ye can get older but yah don’t have ta grow up,” Chase chuckled.

Damien let a little laughing sigh, “I suppose. Egoton never has been a safe place for people like you, hopefully it can be like that again.”

“Least people aren’t as afraid ‘a the League as they used ta be, so there’s that,” Chase shrugged. “I know Althone’s gotten safer.”

“I hope so,” Damien passed the gun back, the NERF rifle was now covertly missing one of its hard rubber rounds.

“Yah ever shoot a gun b’fore?” Chase asked curiously, attaching it to his back.

“When I was a child my father would take my sister and I hunting,” Damien answered, glancing back at Chase. “I never took to it, didn’t like the noise much. Celine, however, was a natural.”

“Really?” Chase asked.

“Oh yeah,” Damien chuckled. “If our father hadn’t been such a controlling, old fashioned asshole, I would have been written out of his will entirely.”

“That’s rough,” Chase commented uncomfortably. “Bet that makes reunions awkward.”

“Besides my sister I don’t see any of my family anymore,” Damien commented, his tone curt and a bit aggressive.

“Uh, so,” Chase faltered, sensing he was trending on uncomfortable territory, and trying to change the subject. “Can yah do any magic?”

“Parlour tricks really,” Damien waived his head dismissively. “Nothing really big or impressive.”

“Like card tricks?” Chase gasped, clearly excited. “I love those.”

“I’m a little rusty,” Damien shrugged. Dark reached into his bottom drawer, ripping open a small hole in the Void and pulled out a deck of cards from the Manor’s game closet. He quickly closed the tear again before Chase could even lean up to look over the top of the desk.

Damien shut the drawer with his leg as he adjusted his chair. Tossing the deck over to Chase, Damien asked, “Check if it’s a full deck, my boyfriend may have gotten his hands on it and cards always disappear when he shuffles.”

“How’s he doin’?” Chase asked, checking the deck.

“Eccentric as always,” Damien groaned. “He tried to use the oven to make toast, which might have gone well if he hadn’t walked away and let it turn into a blob of charcoal.”

“Yikes,” Chase coughed, his hands stalled while he was shuffling the deck. “So yeh the one who cooks then?”

“I would, except I have no sense of taste, so I don’t know what tastes good or not, I mostly go by texture.”

“That sucks, when did that happen?” Chase passed the deck back. “Yer missing the Jokers.”

“I’ll just add my boyfriend’s pictures to the deck,” Damien jokes. “That should be enough.”

Chase chuckled, hopping his chair closer to the desk, “So show me some card tricks, come on, Marv says they’re not really magic but I think that’s because he can’t do them.”

“Well don’t expect anything big, like I said, I’m rusty,” Damien warned.

Chase was almost leaned onto the desk, his knees brushing the side of the desk he was facing. “It’s better than anything I could do.”

Damien gave a small smile, “Well there’s two types of card tricks, the kind without magic that anyone can learn.”

He shook the deck, and the queen of spades became the ace of diamonds once he tapped it on the desk. “And then there are the tricks that require a bit more delicacy.”

“Wow,” Chase gasped and reached out to take the card. He turned it over. “That’s cool.”

Damien shuffled the deck, taking the ace back and dealing five cards to Chase. “Alright, Average, look at your cards, pick one and then shuffle them back in the deck.”

Chase did as he was asked, then passed the deck back to Damien. The Mayor paused, running his thumb along a side of the deck before turning the whole deck over and tossing it onto the desk. Every single card had been turned into the three of hearts.

Damien cocked his eyebrow and Chase’s eyes got huge. “Why does Marv hate these, that was amazing?”

“Like I said, Celine was always better at magic, what I can do is limited card tricks, anyone could learn these,” Damien dismisses.

“Could yah teach me?” Chase pleaded.

Damien looked over to his desk calendar, “Well . . . I get out a little earlier on Sundays. You could swing by the office every night for a half-hour and I can see what I can do. Mayhaps then?”

“I would love ta,” Chase jumped up excitedly, missing the small, sharp smirk on Damien’s mouth, pulling out his phone. “Maybe . . . Shite! I’m late.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if I kept you,” Damien apologized, checking his own watch.

“Nah, I came in distracting you first, see yah on Wednesday,” Chase stood up. “Have a nice day, best of luck with the boyfriend.”

“Stay safe out there, Average,” Damien said. “It’s a dark, scary world out there.”

Chase stayed still with his hand on the door, his teeth pulling at his chapped lips. “Brody.”

“What?” Every part of Dark froze, he’d known Chase’s real name for almost five years now, but didn’t think the hero would be so foolish as to just say it out loud to someone who Chase had just met barely a year ago. The only reason he’d never done anything with it was because Anti had beaten him to that option long ago.

Chase Brody the person was self destructive, burning more bridges than Dark could believe. Making poor choices in his personal life that astounded Dark, but as a hero . . . Well Damien was impressed.

“It’s Chase Brody,” Chase admitted. “I figured since I’ll be comin’ over a lot and yah’ve been workin’ super hard with the Coalition that if I could trust anyone it’d be you.”

“I’ll protect it with my life,” Damien promised, not feeling guilty in the slightest. You idiot!

“I’ll get out of yer hair,” Chase said. “See yah Sunday.”

“See you around,” Dark promised.

Chase left and Dark was able to hold Damien’s form for a couple more minutes before it broke back into Dark. On either side of the Entity was a blue and a red perfect replica of himself. Dark and the red echo looked over at the blue copy. He was looking at the door with a happy smile.

“You got lucky he’s a complete idiot,” Dark told him. “If this turns out to be a waste of time, I’m holding you responsible.”

The blue echo shot Dark a glare, emotions bouncing between the three of them.

“Vulgar bastard,” Dark scoffed at the blue echo, dissipating the two of them. “Do your job for once.”

Dark drew a deep breath and pulling some of the power from the Void into himself, Dark turned back into Damien and rolled his shoulders, trying to look like he was still human and not the humming amalgamation he usually was.

Getting back to work, Dark felt a sense of pride as he worked through whatever inane rambling the city was trying to focus on.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Jacksepticeye #Markiplier #Chase Brody #Darkiplier #Damien the Mayor #wkm Damien #secret identies #Chase makes more bad decisions #but in his defense he thought he was making a good one #card tricks #magic

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btsrmono · 5 years ago

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Trial & Error | chapter 2

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun

Part 1

CHAPTER 2

A good few weeks had passed and you only made a small group of friends. They didn't seem to be anyone you’d ever grow close to though they were nice people. You mainly stuck to having Jinsoul as your best friend in Korea. You guys hung out all the time and she helped you study Korean, boosting your skills in communication. You were really grateful and thanks to her, you seemed to meet a lot of new people outside of your school. Based off of what you’ve observed, Jinsoul was very popular.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" she had asked.

You looked up from your notebook to her lying at the foot of your bed. "I don't know, probably nothing or hanging out with you, as usual. Why?"

"Well, I was invited somewhere and I don't want to go by myself." Jinsoul was always doing something crazy like auditioning to become a trainee or going to a party and there you were, always getting dragged to places you didn't want to go because of her.

"Um, maybe I'll take a rain check this week," you replied, not really feeling in the mood.

She laughed while slightly rolling her eyes. "It's not what you think," she informed you. "I actually have a date."

You completely stopped focusing on your literature homework and wondered what she'd possibly want you to go on a date with her for. "You're... asking me to .... be a third wheel? Are you really that nervous?"

"No, I'm not asking you to be a third wheel, but yes, I am very nervous."

"If you're not asking me to be a third wheel then what would you consider someone tagging along on a date?"

"You're not a third wheel because you're a forth wheel," she answered quickly.

You wasn't exactly sure what that was supposed to mean but you wasn't really up to questioning her.

"Please?" she begged.

".... I don't know, Jinsoul."

She sucked her teeth. "Jimin is going to be there," she uttered, making you completely freeze. A sly grin showed on her face. "You can't lie, I know you like him, it's written all over your face whenever you see him."

"I-I don't like him, I barely- I don't even know him," you stuttered. And it was true, you didn't like him. Did you think he was cute? Yeah. But you saw the way he flirted with other girls at the bus stop or at parties so you instantly was never attracted to him in that sense.

"Y/n," she pleaded. "I'll never ask you for a favor like this again. You said you owe me, remember?"

You sighed, considering it. "Well whose the guy that has you so hooked?"

She smiled, biting her lip shyly. "Jacob."

"Jacob?" you asked, shocked but not shocked. You could always tell she had a little something for him but from what you knew, he wasn’t single.

"Yeah." She sighed, the smile quickly fading. “I already know what you’re gonna say--”

"Doesn’t he have a whole girlfriend?" you cut her off.

Her shoulders slightly dropped. "That was a long time ago.”

“They were just making out at the bus stop after school last week.”

“Exactly. A long time ago!” You looked at her skeptically as she sighed heavily. “They just broke up, y/n. He's a really sweet guy, believe me. And I like him a lot. You'd find out for yourself if you go on this double date. And who knows," she added, "maybe you and Jimin might have a connection you never knew was there. You both lowkey have a thing for each other, if it's not obvious to you, you're blind." She then laid back down into a comfortable position on my bed. "Think about it, he's always staring at you."

You wasn't going to deny that but you always thought that maybe the boy just had staring issues. "If I say I'll go can we make a deal that you'll shut up about this for the rest of the day?"

Her eyes widened. "Of course! A million times, of course," she exclaimed. "Thank you, y/n!!"

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Only 20 minutes into the date and everything was just completely awkward. At least between you and Jimin. Jinsoul and Jacob were hitting it off just great. A little too great. You and Jimin were both completely ignored and all you two really did at that point was watch the two flirt and giggle, completely immersed into their own conversation.

You looked out the booths window on the left side of you, watching people walk on by as your thoughts began to wonder, one hundred percent bored out of your mind. At that moment, you thought about home and how much you missed it. Those days, you were so caught up in your new life that you tended to neglect your past, not even caring to call back your friends due to your busy schedule and the time zone differences surely didn't help. It was hectic and even if they didn't think so, you felt sorry.

But alas, your thinking was interrupted when you heard Jacob suggest for him and Jinsoul to go play in the restaurants arcade. She then giggled, agreeing as they both stood up, not even caring to look back at you and Jimin. You guys were practically invisible to them and you were starting to get nervous. You had never been alone with Jimin, not that it was a big deal but there was just something about it that made you sweat.

You looked over at him just to find his eyes already glued to you with a smile on his face. But then he slowly turned away. And just like that, you guys sat in an awkward silence for a good solid minute or two, neither one of you saying anything or even checking your phones when, suddenly, he spoke up.

"I... sorry if this sounds weird but I just wanted to let you know that you look really pretty today."

This caught you off guard , causing you to hesitate and only sweat a little more. "Um... thank you," you said shyly. You had no idea what was wrong with you, you’re not usually like this with boys but something was different about Jimin-- not in a good way but not in a bad way either. It was just that he seemed intimidating.

He let out a chuckle. "Are you okay, y/n? You're not usually like this. This isn't the you I'm used to seeing."

You shrugged your shoulders, unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry," you apologized. "I just find this all to be a little awkward, you'd be lying if you said you didn't too."

"Yes, it's true," he admitted. "This is very awkward. The things we do for our friends, huh?” he chuckled. “But breaking the ice is the way to make this a little more natural, no?"

Nodding your head, you agreed. But the only problem was that you didn't know how to break the ice.

“What state are you from by the way? I wanna hear all about it.”

You kind of laughed. “It’s funny this hasn’t really come up in most of my conversations with people here. They just hear ‘America’ and it’s all they need.”

He shook his head, giggling a bit. “My love, haven’t they told you I’m not most people?”

“Well,” you sighed, clasping your hands together. “I’m from New York City.”

Jimin’s eyes lit up upon hearing this. “Whoa, the Big Apple. Very nice place, I’ve been a few times.”

“Oh, have you?”

“Eh, not to brag or anything. But let’s just say I’m well travelled.”

You laughed at his obvious cockiness. “It sucks I’m not from some place a bit smaller, I wish I could tell you about places you don’t know much about.”

“Are you kidding me?” he asked you, surprised by this statement. “Do you know how many people would kill to live in New York?”

You knew he was right but you couldn’t help but to feel this way. “I know,” you sighed. “But when you grow up there it just feels so... I don’t know.” You tried to think of the right words to describe your experience but you just couldn’t. “While I appreciate the diversity of people, everyone there is kind of the same in a sense.” He looked at you, truly interested in what you were saying. “We all strive to do our best in school to get into a top University and get a good job just to impress our peers and family... Nothing is authentic and we’re all miserable, really.”

He shook his head, showing that you had his full attention.

“You would think living in a place like New York would allow you to freely show your creativity and do what you want but, no. That’s what people move to New York but for people that live there, we don’t see the big dream when it’s been our whole life.” You began to think about all of the missed opportunities you had while trying to live for your parents instead of yourself. You began to think that maybe it was just you.

“I don’t know,” you continued. “I just feel like everyone is shallow and I’m living a cliche.”

He nodded. “Funny enough, I know what you’re talking about. It’s the same here. Luckily, I was able to pick my career path but it’s still pressure.”

You somehow knew what he meant. You saw the way everyone around you acted. It didn’t seem any easier to you than New York. Mayhap's the pressure in Korea was even worse. “I see,” you said. “Everyone here are such hard workers. I know it must be tough.”

He shook his head, agreeing with you, somber thoughts seeming to fill his mind as his eyes wandered off. “You okay?” you asked.

His eyes snapped back to yours. He paused before taking a good look at you, a smiling creeping back up on his face. “Of course I am, y/n.”

Luckily, Jimin was a talkative person who knew how to easily lighten the mood as he went on to tell you horror stories of what went on in his dorm. You got really comfortable around him pretty quickly. He was a fun person who was really chill and easy to get along with.

".... and that, my friend, is why you must always fill your ramen cup up to the indicated line." You laughed after hearing his story on how he almost blew up the dorms microwave. "I mean, I'll tell you," he continued, "Jin hyung was so mad, it was almost scary."

Eventually, time started going by slow and Jimin began to run out of stories. You both had finished your food and neither Jinsoul or Jacob bothered to come back. You guys had officially been sitting there for a little over 2 hours, the waiters even asking if you guys were ready to pay the bill--more than once--to which, Jimin ended up paying for.

You sighed, finally pulling your phone out for the first time in which felt like forever. Your cell lit up with multiple notifications that you didn't even feel like checking. You just wanted to occupy yourself with something.

As you scrolled through your Instagram timeline, you could feel Jimin's eyes on you. "What?" you asked him nonchalantly, still scanning your phone.

"It's funny," he started, "us two being here."

You quietly chuckled, finally looking at him. "What?"

"Were you dragged here?" he curiously wondered.

"'Dragged' is an overstatement, but yeah, she did kind of beg," you admitted. "Why? Weren't we both?"

"No. When he said you’d be here, I didn’t have a problem with coming."

You awkwardly paused before making a small "tsk" sound, scolding yourself mentally. He turned around to survey the area to which you found yourself staring at him in quiet awe. You wasn't going to lie to yourself by saying that Jimin wasn't your type but you had to remember why you were there to begin with. It sure as hell wasn't because he asked you to.

At that moment, you took a second to check the time. It was currently 9:31pm. You looked back up at Jimin whom was already looking at you. "It's getting late," you stated. "My parents will start to worry. I should get home soon."

He nodded his head, quickly agreeing. "Yeah, that's totally understandable. I should walk you."

You paused, unsure of what to say. You weren't exactly expecting him to offer something like that so it took you off guard a bit. "Um... that's okay, Jimin. I can walk alone, the bus stop is only a short block from here."

He sighed as he slowly began to make his way out of the booth standing. "Can you at least allow me to pay for a taxi home?"

You then proceed to stand as well, smirking slightly. "A taxi? If you insist... But please let Jinsoul know where I went. I will text her as well but I'm sure she's not checking her phone anytime soon."

He smiles, tilting his head a bit. "Totally. And you know something, I really had a good time with you."

You surprisingly had a good time too. And it was then that you felt that maybe, just maybe, Jimin and you would become friends.

A/N: Yayyy so we got a little more of Jimin! Next chapter, a small (kind of big) shock comes to this small group of friends. Stay tuned!

(p.s. Jacob is below! Him and Jinsoul would make such a cute couple haha)

PART 3

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roseusuitta-a · 5 years ago

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awkwardspontaneity · 5 years ago

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Ebony

soooooo........ I mayhaps have written a thing. I wrote it for my little brothers final English assignment and it’s kinda been sitting in my docs vibing. It’s inspired by the horror genre but I don’t think it’s scary?? 🤷‍♀️

Only has 2 characters, MC being gender neutral. themes of death so, be warned ig.

warning of probable bad writing?? low-key had to redeem myself after an embarrassing spider related crackfic I wrote for someone

Beep...

Whose alarm was that?

Beep...

‘Not mine…’ Sam thought. They didn’t have work today.

Beep…

So what was that noise? What was going on?

Images of highway signs flashed behind closed eyelids. Brows furrowed as the memories came back. Dark roads... Pouring rain... An argument on the phone... Was that a deer?

With a cry Sam jolted forward. It was still dark. The only source of light came from the numbers on the dashboard. Through cracked glass, Sam could make out the 1:3, a black spot covering the final number. Was it still around 1:30 in the morning? Or had the clock stopped with the car’s momentum?

How long has it been?

Something was broken. Was it Sam? Everything and nothing hurt all at once. Like Sam had been thrown out of their own body on impact and was now watching someone else's agony. The tree had stood its ground, metal giving way to the firm embrace of the centuries old oak.

The ringing in Sam’s ears gave way to sound. Thunder crashed above, earth shaking from its force.

The sound was nothing compared to the hoarse cry that ripped from Sam’s throat.

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The rain had stopped by the time Sam woke up again. The moon shone above, peeking through the canopy of trees like an eye.

Always watching.

Sam was lying down. Splayed across the forest floor. How had things become such a mess? They were supposed to be at home by now. Sitting at the coffee table as if that stupid argument had never happened.

Would anyone notice I’m gone?

Maybe it was best this way. A moment of peace at the end. No more fighting to hold on. Like the lone leaf fluttering from its branch to the ground. The fall would be calm… easy.

Snap!

Awareness flooded through Sam, body vaulting to a stand. Every instinct screamed to run. But the muscles wouldn’t listen.

What was the point in fighting when they had been on the brink of defeat only seconds ago?

“Is anyone there?” No one responded to the shaky call. The forest was quiet. Dead quiet.

And then the shadow appeared.

A dark figure moving with a swiftness unlike any person.

Instincts won. Beat up sneakers taking the young adult through the undergrowth and deeper into the woods.

The chase didn’t last nearly as long as the adrenaline. It was almost pathetic, the way Sam slumped against a tree body protesting even the shallow breaths. Sam began to wonder if they had swallowed glass from how torn and raw their throat felt. Gripping the bark with trembling hands, Sam choked back a sob. The wind in the leaves was the only noise.

The ten minutes Sam sat waiting felt like hours. Every noise echoed, striking fear like a gunshot in the dead silence. Dark thoughts gnawed at already frayed nerves. There was nowhere to go but back. Find the car. The phone waiting to be retrieved from the Volvo’s grave.

Would anyone even answer the phone?

Braced against the tree, Sam forced down the bile. They had to make it home. Apologize for all the harsh words.

2 steps.

They had to go back.

4 steps.

Keep moving. Don’t let it catch you.

7 steps.

There it was. The dark figure waiting. Far enough that no features were visible. They just stood there.

The longer the stand off held out, the more the figure blurred. Whether it be from the tears spilling down Sam’s face… or the ebony smoke seeping from the dark cloak. Staring at it was like being pulled into a void.

And then it moved. Flickering with tendrils of ebony fog reaching out like an octopus. Sam stumbled over roots falling to the ground. They didn’t even feel pain as they scrambled back up and running like their life depended on it.

Because this time… it just might.

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Sam ran until they saw lights. Pushing burning muscles past the point of exhaustion for the sake of reaching the dirt road up ahead. It was lined with cottages leading to a lake at the end. If things were different, Sam might have taken a moment to wonder at the shimmering light over the lake. Glistening at the end of the road.

“HELP!” the scream tasted of iron as it tore from an already raw throat. Sam would care later.

A couple was entering their home nearby. A man laughed as he ushered the woman inside. Sam called out, vaulting up the stairs as the lock clicked shut. Still they pounded on the door with scratched arms, begging for someone to see them.

“Open the door! PLEASE! I need help.” Sam shouted and cried, begging for the door to open. Or at least for a voice to respond. For someone to notice the screaming person outside their homes.

Sam stumbled away from the door, eyes desperately searching for lights. It could have been the exhaustion and defeat, or just a loose rock on the road that sent Sam tumbling to the ground. It wouldn’t matter either way.

“Help.”

No one was coming.

“Don’t leave me alone.”

It would catch up soon. It was probably already watching.

“Are you alright?”

“No.”

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And so Sam found themselves at the table of a rickety old cottage. It was strangely warm despite the appearance that no one had been there in years. An elderly woman brought two cups of tea, passing one with a kind look in her ebony eyes.

“I was in a-an accident. A-and this, this thing started following me.” it was like everything hit all at once. The fear, the pain… relief. Someone saw them. “Nobody let me in. th-they just… sat there.”

The woman sighed. Dark eyes holding a trepidation and pain that seemed to be more than her own. “I’m afraid, the people here aren’t too... fond of strangers.”

“Even when lives are at risk?”

“Sometimes, people believe it best for them to keep to themselves. Best way to avoid a bad situation is to trust no one.”

Sam wondered if the woman knew about the contradictions of her words and actions. Something about the spark in her eyes made it seem like the answer was yes. “What if it comes after me still?”

“You’ll be safe so long as you aren’t afraid.” as the woman reached out to take Sam’s teacup, her sleeve pulled back to reveal rough scarring along the inside of her wrist.

The breath caught in Sam’s throat, “Afraid of what?”

“Whatever happens next.” the way she smiled was almost nostalgic. But as quickly as the flash of her scars, ebony eyes lit up. “Move along now, it’s time for bed.”

“I-i’m sorry, bed?” Sam was reminded of their own mother pushing them off to bed after a long drive. They allowed the elderly woman to lead the way to an old door. The wood looked like it had been pulled straight off the tree, chipped bark and all.

“You’ve had a long day.” the elderly woman gestured to the old door. “Rest.”

Sam met her kind ebony eyes with furrowed brows. Something about the way she said it felt so… final. Like the woman was saying it was okay. Nonetheless, Sam allowed themselves to be pushed through the door. They were given one final kind smile before the door closed.

Rest.

Sam spun away from the door to find themselves back in the forest. The wreckage steaming as metal hissed in protest. Fighting to stay alive despite the damage.

Sam approached eyes trailing over the glass, scattered outward like tears. The seatbelt hung loose, removed in an attempt to grab a fallen phone. But what really drew Sam’s attention was the blood. Speckles of red that stood out amongst the silver and black. Splattering a trail from dashboard to headlights.

The first drop trailed over Sam’s cheek. Reaching a hand up to touch the warm liquid, they noticed the scratches. Cutting through the thin shirt to open skin. Sam was covered in dirt, and glass… and blood. Sticky red dots to match the liquid running down Sam’s nose.

Sam turned around and there they stood. The shadowy figure blocking the ground Sam had been thrown into. It was watching...waiting for Sam to accept its hand.

Beep…

The hand emerged from the wisps of darkness palm up to reveal rough scarring along the wrist.

Beep…

Don’t be afraid of what comes next.

Beep.

And Sam realized, reaching out to take her hand… they weren’t. Sam looked forward to meet ebony eyes.

Rest.

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melodiiousnocturne · 5 years ago

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( dylan wang , cismale , he / him , kingdom hearts ) * &. i know it must be scary for you , demyx , after surviving the takeover . to turn into someone like myde lu , a twenty-one year-old part time clerk at the hq and part time instructor at the record scratch , right here in castle town . just remember that you are as easygoing as you are indolent , and to be wary , be safe , be true to who you are : neutral through and through .

hi as i said in gc , this is one big tl;dr i’m a demyx stan !

BEFORE CASTLE TOWN.

where do i begin

demyx — number ix in organization xiii ( demyx vc : are we still gonna call ourselves organization xiii now that there’s 14 of us ? ) he is ... lazy . arguably the most cowardly of the bunch , doesn’t like fighting , and would rather nap or play music .

that being said ... despite his very emotional exterior in comparison , we have seen that he can get just as serious / dark like the rest of them if he really needs to ...

idk i have a lot of feelings .

he’s very ?? idk how to explain it bt like . “ what’s in it for me ? ” ( as we really see in kh3 ) & like . i wld say he is a mix of ravenclaw / slytherin just . minus the whole cutthroat ambition of slytherin etc bc tbh that isn’t him . he’s kinda just along for the ride . i am rejecting those MoM theories and i’m not sorry ab it idc if they say it’s true , i REFUSE .

i feel like since demyx allegedly never remembered his somebody life , he probably didn’t care as much ab the whole kingdom hearts thing because he didn’t drink the kool-aid because like why would he want a life that he doesn’t even remember you know ?? plus it’s — he already knew xemnas & saïx were fucken lying when they said the nobodies didn’t have hearts JKDWJHSNS why did he need to be a somebody to regain a heart when he believed he already had one !!!

whatever .... lmao

anyway demyx in the manga was honestly a mood and a half i adore him

when he was brought back to the organization for kh3 , he was made into a seeker of darkness — meaning baby water boy got NORTED . his ears didn’t appear to be pointed in some way ( like the others ) so it’s safe to say he didn’t get as much of xehanort’s heart placed inside of him . bt it was enough to turn his pretty blue eyes into that ominous gold .

regardless , he was benched despite going through that whole process which like i HIGHLY doubt is an easy one to even do ( so good on demyx for being strong enough to withstand it ,,, ) bt it’s ! to be noted ! because he felt bitter ab being demoted after , and ofc with a mystery incentive from vexen , demyx finally took the offer of backstabbing the organization ( read : it goes back to what i said ab him being like well what’s in it for me ..... since before he got apparently satisfied enough , he’s like uhhhh sorry bt have u seen what happens to idiots who betray these guys lol like idk ab all that )

so basically self-preservation of a slytherin . there i said it ! plot twist he isn’t a coward , he’s just smart enough to not throw himself head first into danger . go figure , right ? like look alright he may be comedic relief bt ... he is also more than that !

in the organization he was known to kinda be a bully / play pranks / manipulate others into doing his work for him bt at the end of the day he ?? isn’t like . REALLY a bad guy or whatever . saying it was the pressure of the organization is dulling everything down , because he still actively chose to do what he did and didn’t do and i will hold him responsible for it , bt . u know . shit happens !

like we have canon evidence he wld join in xigbar when it comes to the more like . idk i guess harsher teasing ? and all ? and like again demyx made the conscious choice to go along w it so he isn’t innocent bt , i firmly stand by saying demyx unintentionally looked up to xigbar despite even ‘ fighting ’ with him , bc .. well . i stan them being a That duo . because to me , he’s just a prankster who wants a laugh .. even at the expense of another .. which yea idk still yikes ... bt it isn’t like , malicious .. when he is on his own .. imo . i mean take the days manga , he puts a whoopee cushion on axel’s chair ? bitch pls ..

( also quick going back to him being strong enough to accept getting norted — please just remember .... nobodies aren’t even supposed to exist ! they only technically form when the person who lost their heart is strong-willed & tbh ? i think it speaks volumes for demyx bc despite the show he puts on ,..... he is there . )

alright so look i know i sound like i am in denial of the MoM stuff and that mayhaps be so . however there’s definitely smthin off . like we KNOW he can be uhhhh a pos like the remark he has in days ab how the castle that never was is quieter without everyone who was eliminated at castle oblivion , bt — it was always a really weird line to me because he’s always been branded as the most emotional of the organization / the one who adamantly believed they had hearts the whole time ? which . inch resting ! i wld like to formally say ONE OF THESE is a fucken coping mechanism of sorts or smthin bc it’s really ... a lot and nothing makes sense and like that’s the entirety of kh lore in a nutshell bt ya . like i think it ties into the whole self-preservation thing bc it’s like , wow they really went and got themselves fucken murked ... how dumb ... bt at the same time bc like again the biggest pusher for #nobodieshavehearts , it’s like “ oh that’s depressing ” & like . a mess .

idk what else to say for this besides he was really great at recon & apparently was a keyblade wielder in the past ! which subsequently makes me emo on main bc he’s really out here like lmao nah that’s ... it’s cool bt like hm idk sounds like kinda fake u know

again fuck canon if it does u know what

AFTER CASTLE TOWN.

where do i begin , chapter 2

now myde is actually my hc somebody name for demyx so like going off that it technically is his real first name .... he just doesn’t know that bc although he survived this , he didn’t uh really remember his old somebody life so like lmao fuck all honestly this life could be his real life for all he knows

except he does know it isn’t

so like he’s ?? more of a somebody in castle town opposed to a nobody meaning he ! has a whole fucken heart now ! although because his eyes are still indeed gold , he’s kinda like well shit is old man xehanort still in there too

anyway myde lu .. my son ... the memories of castle town life are . something else . he grew up with a single mother who worked odd jobs here and there struggling to make money to provide . so while demyx is like ah fuck working i don’t wanna fucken do this , he got two part time jobs the moment he could to help her out . because even if she isn’t his real mother , it’s ??? really nice to have someone caring ab him :/

he rooms with neko / noriko now because an ad on craigslist bt he still sends some of his paychecks & like whatever money cut he gets from the troubvdours ( also , ironically from a fucken craigslist ad ! ) etc to castle town mom bc honestly life in castle town has kinda uh . made him like . wow wait fuck haha oh man i actually ???? i can’t just nap and play music and do whatever i want ?????? like i mean he still does bt castle town memories / the life he was forced into here made him arguably more responsible even though he is still a little shit and completely at the same time not that responsible in the slightest

it’s like . fake getting ur life together

idk he doesn’t like all the work like he’s exhausted bt it’s paired simultaneously with he ? kinda also doesn’t mind it solely bc there’s like ,, a benefit from it ? like with the two part time jobs ( which one is being a music instructor like i feel as if he doesn’t consider that one much of a job bc he gets to play music !! ) it’s being able to help the poor soul who got stuck as his ‘ caretaker ’ KKDKWJSJSJ and with the band it’s . bc he is passionate ab music and again although exhausting he loves to do it

boy’s chaotic neutral as always bt i suppose castle town is bringing out those hidden good tendencies

hmm he is forever bitter ab the fact he didn’t get his sitar tho .... what the fuck is he gonna do w his stupid organization cloak huh ? my god

so he picked up rhythm guitar bc it’s like . the closest thing without getting an ACTUAL sitar , because ! arpeggios is actually a rhythm technique & that’s what his sitar is named so .... food for thought i suppose . plus this world’s sitar isn’t the same anyway :/

despite being natural blond in game etc i’m making the executive decision to say he was given naturally dark hair in CT & now has to keep bleaching / dying his hair blond bc .... he does not think he suits black hair . nor does he want to . it reminds him too much of like idk xigbar or vanitas or whatever with the dark hair + gold eye combo u feel JDWJJSJSNS

he dated isolde in CT & honestly i suggested it to bloom as a crackship bc haha different bt then it got really soft and really emo so here we are . they close tho now still & she’s the only person he’s opened up to ab his real life / the organization so far !!

he is bi :/ and sad :/ bt honestly mood , i say as i’m pan not bi bt whatever :/

anyway part 500000 , he sleeps at the library sometimes bc big gay still for ienzo and likes to really just hang around them bc he wants them to remember being zexion .... & well . more selfishly he wants them to remember him bt like y a h

+ for the fact i have not really mentioned it : he still loves water iskaksns catch him like . chillin in his bathtub for hours like bitch stop wasting water and the water is FREEZING by the time he does decide he is finished . he misses his water abilities ok . he can probably like move stuff a little bit here and there bt it’s Nothing like before :/ yeah .

idk what else this is a mess !! please plot with me tho uwu xoxo

#castletown.intro #uhhhhh i dont ?? think ?? i need any tws lmao #bt it's also very late rn so i dont know what im doing sorry

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yukiwrites · 5 years ago

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Corrin, Being Supportive

Thank you so much for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! And Happy birthdayyy! :D<

Summary: Xander and Ryoma found themselves in a hidden room inside Corrin’s quarters. In there, they found a very unsettling amount of information regarding their allies’ relationships with one another, which Corrin dubbed as ‘Support Board’

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The Astral Realm.

No matter how grim the situation looked on the world outside; no matter how much time passed and how weary the soldiers were, the Astral Realm never changed.

After both hoshidan and nohrian army joined forces to fight alongside Corrin against their true enemy, the soldiers could feel the walls they had built around themselves fall one by one.

Be it inside the Astral Realm or during battle in Valla against their mysterious enemies, both armies mingled as one with Corrin standing at their center, eager to see everyone getting along.

It had been a most smooth transition, from decades-long enemies to fast friends in such a short amount of time. If one stopped to think about it, it would actually feel rather scary, but alas, there were more pressing matters to attend to. Like winning the war, for instance.

Enjoying the pleasant late afternoon climate, Crown Prince Xander of Nohr walked with decisive steps towards the Master's Quarters inside the AR, his frown deep as usual.

From a distance, High Prince Ryoma of Hoshido spotted his counterpart and, still not able to discern an actual annoyed frown from the usual frown, called out to him. "Prince Xander!" He called from afar, closing in their distance as the nohrian stopped on his tracks. "May I ask where are you going with such a fierce look in your eyes? Did the enemy infiltrate our base?"

"Why, Prince Ryoma," Xander blinked in almost surprise, his harsh expression not alleviating. "Forgive me if my perpetual frown has thrown you off -- I am merely taking a walk while enjoying the climate. I do not suppose you wish to join me?"

"A walk? Surely you jest, Prince Xander. Your steps were much too decisive to be simply walking aimlessly."

"Ah, I suppose you HAVE come to know me, after all." The Crown Prince flashed an almost smile, lifting his gaze to the large tree he had been making his way to. "I am actually heading to Corrin's quarters to retrieve something he borrowed but keeps forgetting to return."

Resuming their walk, Ryoma followed Xander closely. "Oh? Might I ask what it is?"

Xander shrugged slightly, keeping his eye on the path ahead. "It is merely a book, a very old one I have been meaning to read once more."

"A book... Very well." Not really believing what Xander was saying, but not finding any evidence to the contrary, Ryoma simply concurred as they made their way into the master's chambers, unabashedly opening the bedroom to start their search. "Could you enlighten me on its characteristics, Prince Xander? For example, the color of the cover..."

Looking through a bookcase, Xander went through all of the books stacked in there. "It is green."

"Very well..." Ryoma glanced at Xander's general direction before returning to his own search, near Corrin's desk.

A few minutes into the search and a green covered book was still nowhere to be seen until- "Oh, what do we have here..." Xander mused as he felt a draft coming from behind the bookcase.

Moving a specific book out of its way made the entire case whirr and emit crackling sounds, slowly moving out of the way to reveal a hidden chamber. "How fascinating." Xander said simply, stepping into the room with one hand over his chin.

Surprised, Ryoma jumped in behind Xander. "What's the meaning of this? A hidden room in Corrin's quarters? Did you know of this, Prince Xander-"

"I had an inkling, yes." The Crown Prince replied, looking at a very large cork board stapled at the wall facing the entrance to the small room.

Ryoma glanced at the board, then at the piles and piles of paper stacked over a secretary right beside it. "Is this perhaps the reason-"

"Nonsense, I truly am looking for the green book."

"... Right." Ryoma shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "Mayhap we should leave- this is betrayal of Corrin's trust."

"Betrayal? Such harsh words, Prince Ryoma. Unethical at best." Xander replied without so much glancing at the hoshidan, his eyes focused on the cork board and its contents.

There were... dozens of hand drawn portraits pinned onto it. Portraits of their most trusted allies from both hoshidan AND nohrian army alike. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be divided precisely like that: hoshidans occupied one side of the board while nohrians governed the other, with a few neutral units amassing the middle: Azura, Jakob, Felicia, Kaze, Silas, Mozu as well as Corrin himself.

That wasn't the most impressive -- or rather, disturbing -- part of it, not by a long shot.

The portraits were connected to others by differently colored strings; hundreds of them. Red ones, green ones, blue ones, black ones... everything was meticulously organized, to the point of bringing a chill to both princes' bones.

"Wha-t... is the meaning of this?" Ryoma frowned deeply, feeling a primal urge to run away, his flight reflex blaring to take him out of there. His eyes fell upon the stacks of paper by the secretary while Xander examined the strings on the board.

He had always known Corrin to be a very... meticulous and prepared person. During their strategy lessons, Corrin would always take his time to prepare and position each unit after giving serious thought. It was no surprise that he would devise such an elaborate plan to unify their forces.

But, by the gods, the accuracy of it all was rather unsettling. Xander noticed right away the true correlation between the colored strings to the person's relationship with another's: His eyes had taken him to follow the red string connecting Silas and Hinoka, making him remember the day the knight and the hoshidan princess announced their engagement to everyone in camp.

The black line connecting Oboro and half of the nohrian soldiers made Xander nod in realization, as well. Black strings meant they were enemies, or at least people they wouldn't get along with. Red strings meant love... But how could Corrin have such an insight of people's hearts like that? Was he observing them all that intently?

"What about the green and blue ones..." Xander muttered to himself, using his index to help him navigate the cluster of strings. He could see that he, Leo, Camilla, Elise and Corrin himself were connected by green strings, so perhaps they meant familial bonds... "Or rather not," he mused as he saw the same green string connecting him to Ryoma. Perhaps it meant a budding trust, as opposed to the blue string... which he saw connecting his own portrait to Mozu, a girl from an abandoned village Xander had interacted once or twice.

Blue meant neutral ground, perhaps. Acquaintances, even.

"Prince Xander, you will not believe what is written in these documents." Ryoma broke the silence with a huff, his heart growing cold.

"Try me," the nohrian prince replied, focused on finding where the red string connected to his portrait led to.

The High Prince took a deep breath before reading the document aloud. "Day 254, I have come to the conclusion that I shouldn't have had paired Niles and Oboro to battle; they almost killed each other! Well, Oboro almost impaled Niles 'by accident', so I've decided to give up on seeing their bond grow further than this. She did get better while talking to Benny, though, so I might go back to see how she and Niles interact after her feelings cool down a bit. Day 255, onto Niles and Setsuna, then! I'm having very good vibes about these two, so I'm sure they can develop their bonds much faster and become closer than intended... Or perhaps, as close as I hoped! I hope their love blooms just like Subaki and Felicia's did, way back in Day 23... What a sight to behold!"

"What a cheery manner of speech," Xander commented, trying to ignore the blatant emotional manipulation going on with his little brother and their army, though it looked like not even Corrin realized how shrewd all of that sounded.

"This- this is...!" Ryoma almost dug a hole into the paper he held, his body shaking with rage. "Is he toying with us?!"

At that moment, the clatter of a door opening made both princes look over their shoulder to find the owner of the room gasping at the sight of them inside the hidden room.

"Oh! Whoops, I guess you two found out!" Corrin said with a carefree giggle, spots of red flushing his face. "I-"

"What's the meaning of this, Corrin? For how long have you been emotionally manipulating our family and allies like this?" Ryoma waved the paper in front of Corrin's face, making the dragon prince flinch.

"I must say I agree with Prince Ryoma here, Corrin. I did not think of you as someone to use such underhanded tactics-"

"Oh no, but that sounds so mean!" Corrin jumped to get the papers from Ryoma's hand, quickly organizing them back into their stack. "I just want to see everyone getting along, so I made a chart of sorts!"

Ryoma and Xander exchanged glances. "That is far from a mere chart, Corrin. It is a rather unsettling sight."

"Weh? B-but I took a long time to make it... See, I even color-coded the relationships-"

"I am aware of their meaning," Xander interrupted. "I still fail to understand how did you manage to gather so much personal information about our allies to the point of making such a... detailed report."

"I call it Support Board, thank you very much." Corrin pouted. "I just realized that our bonds usually grow stronger much faster whenever we're paired in battle! I mean, the thrills of such a life and death situation makes anyone drop their guard around someone who got them covered, right? And then they become fast friends! I just want people to get along so there won't be any more need of war..."

Ryoma scowled. "Our feelings do not matter, Corrin? By your logic, you are placing people from either side together to force a relationship-"

"H-huh? But I never forced anyone to go out of their way to buy rings and propose marriage, you know? I just found that they might get along well and see what happens... It ends up surprising me more often than not!"

By the sincerity in the dragon prince's words, Xander could see that despite the unsettling and somehow nauseating nature of the so-called Support Board, Corrin meant well. It still felt a bit, nay, largely disturbing, however.

Ryoma wasn't still convinced.

"I understand your reasoning, Little Prince-"

"Wait, I do not." Ryoma took a step forward. "This is no mere joke, Corrin. If the others found out about this, our entire army could collapse. We are building a fighting force based on mutual trust and confidence in YOU as our leader. To see that you are using this authority to set up 'friendly'," he made a disgusted sound, "interactions between the soldiers is manipulative at best, tyrannical at worst! You are looking deeply into the people's hearts and throwing them around to fit your whim."

Confused, Corrin looked up at his brothers. "I really think you're overreacting a bit, Ryoma. As you said, I may be using my authority to make people get along, but is that so bad? They're developing deeper bonds than they would have if I had left them alone! I'm just giving them the little push they need to interact and bridge the gaps between our nations through friendship and true love rather than, I dunno, forced marriages or something."

"True love?!" Ryoma hissed as Xander flickered his brow. "You are emotionally manipulating them- us!"

"Surely you cannot think we will find true love during battle because you have paired us with other people, do you, Corrin?" Xander crossed his arms, imposing. Corrin tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"But... aren't the two of you getting along reaaaally well with Charlotte," he pointed to Xander, then to Ryoma, "and Camilla? I only did the first push to make you interact, and now your feelings are doing the talking, are they not?"

Both princes widened their eyes, their memories with the aforementioned women flashing inside their minds.

It was true. Ryoma did feel attracted to Camilla's natural charms to the point of wanting to get to know her better to ultimately enjoy her company because of her personality instead. The same could be said for Xander's situation.

Frowning, the princes utterly despised to feel as though they were being used, but they couldn't deny that their hearts were truly doing the talking.

Was such behavior acceptable? Would they truly come to think of Corrin's Support Board as something that ultimately brings joy instead of creeping them out?

They started doubting their own feelings, not wanting to accept them simply because they found the idea of being pushed into the relationship unacceptable despite not ever feeling the push in the first place.

Corrin could almost hear the gears moving inside his brother's brains, smiling to himself due to another job well done. It wouldn't matter if they had found out about the Support Board.

They would follow along Corrin's directions... whether they wanted it or not.

"Heh," Corrin giggled darkly, enjoying the troubled expressions of his brothers. "Such fun."

#ryoma #xander #corrin #fire emblem fates #i'm crying this was so much fun to write #my writings #yuki's commissions

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