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i have been writing at the crackship fic again so have a few. well. Lines, mostly, that i'd like to share
Out of everyone, Haru would never have imagined Toto would become a confidante and low-key partner-in-crime, but it’s exactly what role he’s quite naturally stepped into. So much so that she one day finds herself wondering if the real reason he and Muta bicker so much is that they’re so much alike.
and also
While the apparent prospect of introducing Haru to a frankly inadvisable number of kittens seemed to swiftly bolster Natori’s mood, he remained stubbornly uncommunicative otherwise to the end of their meeting, no matter how stealthily Haru tried to sneak it into the conversation. Had she requested to see the kitchens, she’s certain at one point he would have shoved a slice of cake in her mouth in order to distract her. Instead, he’d had to content himself with handing her a new, somehow even younger, fluffier kitten every time she tried to restart their earlier conversation. And she couldn’t say his method wasn’t an effective one.
#32 underneath#i just enjoy writing for toto tbh#he deserves to have a very faint mischievous streak#at least for when he thinks The Issue is silly and he can see a way to fix it#just has to be indirect about it#bc he's been with baron and muta for so long that he's become part of the problem smh. and he Knows it
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𝐂𝐮𝐩 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬
Parings → Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings → Fluffy fluff
Summary → You noticed something Peter always does, which makes you blush.



It started off as a small thing—something you didn’t even notice at first.
You and Peter had been dating for a while, and little habits formed between you two, the kind you don’t question until one day they suddenly stand out. Like how Peter always reached for your hand absentmindedly, even when you were just sitting on opposite sides of the couch. Or how he’d tilt his head slightly every time you tucked your hair behind your ear, as if mesmerized by the motion.
But this? This was new. Or maybe it wasn’t, and you had just been oblivious.
You first caught it at your favorite coffee shop, where you two sat across from each other, your books and notes sprawled out between sips of caffeine. It was a casual date, the kind you loved—just being with him, existing together in quiet comfort. You had taken a sip of your latte, set it down, and turned your attention back to your notes.
When Peter reached for your cup, you didn’t think much of it. He always stole your drinks, even though he had his own. But then, your eyes flickered up just in time to see him angle the cup to drink from the exact spot where your lips had been moments ago.
The realization sent a small spark through you, but you pushed it aside. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
Until it happened again. And again.
At home, when you made tea. At the diner, when you ordered milkshakes and shared a straw. Even when you handed him your water bottle at school, he’d make sure to drink from the same spot where your lips had touched.
Your cheeks heated every time, but you never said anything—until now.
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You sat across from Peter in the campus library, a half-empty cup of iced coffee on the table. You had just taken a sip, your tinted lip balm leaving a faint mark on the rim. Your eyes flicked to Peter, who, without missing a beat, grabbed the cup and pressed his lips to the same spot.
Your heart did a little flip.
This time, you weren’t going to let it slide.
"You always do that," you blurted out.
Peter paused mid-sip, blinking at you over the rim. "Do what?"
You leaned forward, pointing at the cup in his hands. "You always drink from where I drank. Like, exactly where my lips were. I've noticed."
Peter slowly set the cup down, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile. "Oh."
"Oh?" You echoed, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged, acting way too casual for someone whose ears were turning red. "It’s a cup kiss."
You blinked. "A what now?"
"A cup kiss," he repeated, this time grinning like he had just said something incredibly profound. "It’s like... a little indirect kiss. Through the cup."
Your face burned. "Peter!"
He laughed, leaning forward on his elbows. "What? It’s cute!"
"You—you've been doing this on purpose?" you stammered, feeling your heartbeat quicken.
"Of course," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why else would I always drink from your side?"
"I—I don’t know! I thought it was just a coincidence!"
Peter tilted his head, amused. "A coincidence that I, your very devoted and very smitten boyfriend, consistently drink from the exact spot where your lips were? You think that just happens?"
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "Oh my God."
Peter chuckled, prying your hands away gently. His eyes sparkled with mischief. "You’re blushing."
"You make it sound embarrassing!"
"It’s not! I think it’s sweet." He reached for your cup again and exaggeratedly pressed a kiss to the rim before taking another sip. "See? Cup kiss."
You swatted at his arm, but you were smiling. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm romantic," he corrected, eyes twinkling.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the warmth from spreading through your chest. You stared at him for a second, then reached for his drink.
Peter’s eyes widened as you deliberately found the spot where he had just taken a sip and brought the cup to your lips.
You drank, then set it down, arching a brow. "There. Now we're even."
Peter blinked, then broke into the biggest grin. "Ohhh, so you like cup kisses."
"I—I didn't say that!"
"You totally do!" He nudged you with his foot under the table. "You’re not even denying it."
You huffed, looking away. "Shut up, Parker."
He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispered, "Wanna share a milkshake later? Two straws, one cup?"
You shoved him lightly, but your heart was doing somersaults.
Yeah, you liked cup kisses. And you had a feeling Peter would never let you live it down.
∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗
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The Journey of Clone Force 99 (and Friends)
a fun little research project i've been working on -- mapping out the locations visited by [members of] Clone Force 99, as seen on-screen in their Clone Wars Season 7 arc and The Bad Batch show itself. i really wanted to see where these locations were in relation to each other in the big, wide, Star Wars galaxy.
click on the map images to enlarge them in new tabs/windows; hopefully you can read the planet names better that way!
the full list of locations -- known, and unknown (ie. not on the map) -- are listed below, along with my resources and other notes. enjoy! 😊🗺️📌
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Note #1: Any planet names on the map that I had to add/type in myself are locations that I had to approximate, based on their Wookiepedia entries. They're not 100% accurate but I feel they're pretty darn close!
Note #2: This is NOT the complete map of all locations visited -- there were about 10 places that had planet or moon names in Wookiepedia, but no information on their location within the galaxy, not even a sector name.
Note #3: the pink-purple "misc" locations are ones that were either A) visited by non-CF99 characters, and/or B) mentioned or shown on-screen but no one really 'went' to the planet. They're all mentioned in the big list at the end of these notes.
Resources:
primary map (the one in the images above); from Wookiepedia. I desaturated the colours for better visuals and trimmed the edges a little.
used the links here to access the sector maps for the Outer and Mid Rims. it's an older but legitimate Star Wars source, from a book published in 2009, but I believe it has remained accurate and carried over into the Disney Canon. I used this a lot for the locations that weren't on the primary map -- Wookiepedia gave me the planet's sector name, and I was able to find the sector using these maps.
this map is fan-made and can be zoomed into very closely to see a lot more locations. There are also faint outlines for the sectors. I don't think this map itself is 100% accurate either, but it was still very helpful in confirming some locations I was approximating.
Fun things I noticed:
with it's "cameo" / intro appearance at the very end of Season 1, Wayland/Tantiss is the only location that we see in all three TBB seasons.
(unless there was a Coruscant scene i'm forgetting from S1??? that would be the other most likely candidate. but I think we only visit Coruscant in S2 and S3.)
(Ord Mantell came kinda close, with an indirect reference in S3, re: the imperials finding and questioning Cid.)
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The VERY LONG list of locations, by approximate chronological appearance in TCW and TBB:
The Clone Wars Season 7 -- Bad Batch arc
Anaxes
Skako Minor
The Bad Batch, Season 1
Kaller
Kamino
Onderon
Saleucami
Ordo moon (location on map UNKNOWN)
Idaflor ("misc") -- at the beginning of Ep 4, Hunter says he wants to hide out on uninhabited Idaflor for awhile. Tech says they need supplies and they end up going to...
Pantora
Ord Mantell
Corellia (where they retrieve the tactical droid head)
Bracca
Bora Vio (Kaminoan cloning facility; location on map UNKNOWN, although I'd guess it's relatively close to Kamino)
Raxus
Ryloth
Daro (where they rescued Gregor)
(cameo appearance by Wayland, aka location of Mount Tantiss / Tantiss Base)
Season 2
Serenno
Desix (Crosshair only; with Cody et al.)
Serolonis (Safa Toma riot racing; location on map UNKNOWN)
Skara Nul
Vanguard Axis station/base (location on map UNKNOWN)
Kashyyyk
Coruscant
Ipsidon (ipsium mine; Mokko & kids)
Silla (crashed science vessel & escaped Zillo Beast; location on map UNKNOWN)
Barton IV (outpost w/Mayday)
Tantiss (Crosshair only)
Pabu
Balmorra ("misc") -- where we see an imprisoned Howzer being transferred; he's rescued by Echo & co. in Balmorra's orbit
Eriadu
Ord Mantell
Season 3
Tantiss
Devaron (home of the Isa Durand's council, per Wookiepedia)
Setron (abandoned Hemlock base with the slither vines; where Hunter & Wrecker find the younger clones Mox, Deke, and stak; location on map UNKNOWN)
Lau (where Crosshair & Omega crash their stolen shuttle; location on map UNKNOWN)
nameless Ryloth moon (where everyone reunites)
Pabu
Barton IV
Pantora ("misc") (Rex, Howzer, and co. only; where Riyo Chuchi meets Raxus's Sentor Singh in secret)
Teth
Veelo (where Fennec Shand, Hunter, and Wrecker track down Sylar Saris; location on map UNKNOWN)
random asteroid where Phee gases up her ship & CX-2 sneaks aboard (location completely unknown)
Erebus (labour camp where Rampart is being held; location on map UNKNOWN)
Bora Vio (Kaminoan cloning facility where they meet Echo and his stolen imperial shuttle; location on map UNKNOWN, although I'd guess it's relatively close to Kamino)
Coruscant imperial orbital station (where they latch onto Tantiss shuttle)
Pabu
BONUS -- Star Wars: Hyperspace Stories #10, which featured Clone Force 99 (pre-Order66)
Hylanth moon (location on map UNKNOWN)
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if I've missed anything, or something seems incorrect, please let me know!! again, it's not 100% accurate or complete, but I've tried my best :)
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Hi! Can I request the characters finding out that reader is a secret admirer of theirs but reader doesn't know they found out, like what would they do after. Sorry if this doesn't make sense
Demon Slayer Characters Reacting to Finding Out Y/N is Their Secret Admirer (Without Y/N Knowing)
📌 Post Info Characters Included: Hashira (Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi, Obanai, Tengen, Muichiro, Gyomei, Mitsuri) Main Trio + Genya (Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Genya) Upper Moons + Muzan (Kokushibo, Doma, Akaza, Gyutaro, Kaigaku, Hantengu & Clones) AUs Used: Canon-Compliant Short Summary: The Demon Slayer characters secretly discover that Y/N is their secret admirer, but Y/N has no idea they know! How do they react, and what do they do next? From smug teasing to flustered panic, everyone handles it in their own way!
🔥 Hashira 🔥
Rengoku Kyojuro
Gets all fired up with joy but pretends he doesn’t know.
Drops way more compliments than usual.
Subtly tries to catch Y/N in the act of leaving gifts or notes.
Plans a dramatic confession when the time is right.
Giyuu Tomioka
Internally panics but remains unreadable on the outside.
Becomes hyperaware of Y/N’s presence and actions.
Avoids confronting them immediately, afraid to scare them away.
Lowkey hopes they confess first so he doesn’t have to.
Shinobu Kocho
Smug but amused, teasing Y/N indirectly.
Might set traps to catch them in the act.
Leaves fake clues to see how Y/N reacts.
Secretly flattered but waits for the perfect moment to reveal she knows.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
“Tch. Idiot.” (Internally: I’m the idiot for feeling this happy...)
Acts more protective over Y/N, whether they notice or not.
Tries not to get his hopes up but ends up being obvious.
Watches for more signs and may purposely walk into their setups.
Obanai Iguro
Is very suspicious at first but then melts inside.
Kaburamaru delivers tiny notes back to Y/N without them knowing.
Subtly tests if they truly admire him or if it’s a joke.
Once sure, he watches over Y/N like a silent guardian.
Tengen Uzui
Instantly feels ✨flamboyant✨ about it.
Leaves dramatic hints that he knows and finds it hilarious.
Starts treating Y/N like a secret lover before they even confess.
Plans the most extravagant reveal—fireworks included.
Muichiro Tokito
Seems indifferent but keeps Y/N’s gifts like treasures.
Might space out thinking about them more often.
Lets Y/N think he’s still oblivious while subtly reciprocating.
The moment Y/N confesses, he deadpans: “I knew.”
Gyomei Himejima
Deeply moved, might even tear up in gratitude.
Prays for Y/N’s happiness whether or not they confess.
Becomes more protective and kind, ensuring they are safe and happy.
Would wait patiently, trusting fate to bring them together.
Mitsuri Kanroji
Freaks out in excitement but tries to act normal.
Gushes about how cute Y/N is without revealing she knows.
Gives Y/N even more affection than before.
Blushes twice as much around them and waits for them to confess first.
🌊 Main Trio + Genya 🌊
Tanjiro Kamado
Smiles warmly, feeling incredibly flattered.
Wants to make sure Y/N is comfortable before responding.
Would be the type to confess before Y/N has the courage to.
Leaves sweet, indirect notes as a way of gently pushing them.
Zenitsu Agatsuma
Screaming. Crying. Fainting.
Thinks he should pretend he doesn’t know but fails miserably.
Becomes even more dramatic around Y/N.
Will accidentally blurt out “I KNOW YOU LOVE ME” in panic.
Inosuke Hashibira
“Hah?! Someone’s got a crush on ME?!”
Initially doesn’t understand why.
Tries to catch them in the act with horrible stealth.
Ends up just bluntly asking, “Oi, you like me, right?”
Genya Shinazugawa
Completely flustered but pretends he didn’t see anything.
Avoids Y/N at first because he’s nervous.
Ends up acting extra nice without realizing it.
Would confess first once he gets over his anxiety.
🩸 Upper Moons + Muzan 🩸
Muzan Kibutsuji
At first, he’s indifferent. Then, intrigued. Then… possessive.
“How foolish to admire me, yet how fortunate for you.”
Secretly watches over Y/N, waiting for them to reveal themselves.
Once they do, he ensures they never leave his side.
Kokushibo
Internally shocked but keeps his cool.
Feels undeserving of admiration but secretly treasures it.
Observes Y/N more closely, his curiosity growing.
Won’t reveal he knows unless Y/N confesses first.
Doma
Smug and playful, acting completely unaware (but he’s not).
Purposely says things like “I wonder if I have a secret admirer~?”
If Y/N is shy, he’ll make it very hard for them to stay hidden.
The moment Y/N confesses, he smirks: “I knew, my dear~.”
Akaza
Conflicted at first but ultimately flattered.
Watches Y/N from afar to confirm if it’s true.
If Y/N gets nervous, he’d gently encourage them.
Will probably confess first once he’s sure of his own feelings.
Gyutaro
In complete disbelief.
Assumes it’s a prank at first.
If Y/N is genuine, he starts acting softer around them.
Wants them to confess first but ends up revealing he knows.
Kaigaku
Acts like he doesn’t care but is DYING inside.
Becomes extra flirty or mean just to test Y/N’s reaction.
Secretly wants them to be braver about it.
If they take too long, he’ll be the one to confess.
Hantengu (and Clones)
Hantengu: Terrified.
Sekido: Annoyed but secretly blushes.
Karaku: Instantly teases Y/N.
Aizetsu: Flustered but happy.
Urogi: Wants to surprise Y/N with a confession first.
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𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ghostface! caleb x fem! reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: everything caleb does, he does it for her, even if his little bunny is far too stupid to understand that quite yet. 𝐜𝐰: dddne, noncon, threats of death, stalking, prey/predator dynamics, murder, violence, omorashi.

the woods were quiet tonight.
the soft, damp kind of quiet, where even the wind seemed to hush itself in reverence. caleb stood still beneath the canopy, moonlight glinting off the smooth curve of his hunting knife. he twirled it between his fingers idly, the same way a man might spin a pen at work.
calm. relaxed. almost bored.
there was blood on the leaves, spattered in constellations beneath the dying man’s boots. a body slumped against the trunk of a pine tree, breath rasping wetly through punctured lungs. his fingers twitched, reaching for something that wasn’t there— his phone, maybe, or hope.
caleb crouched in front of him slowly, his mask glinting faintly in the dark and covering his face.
“funny thing about you,” caleb murmured, voice low, eerily calm. “you really thought she smiled at you like that because she liked you.”
he tilted his head. the ghost face mask caught the moonlight just right— smooth, impassive. “you bought her coffee. a vanilla latte, right? you couldn’t even spell her name right.”
caleb stood over the man's trembling form, his heart pounding in his chest as he gripped the knife tightly. the man's eyes were wide with fear, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he lay on the cold, damp ground of the forest. caleb could see the terror etched on his face, could hear the desperation in his voice as he pleaded for his life. but caleb felt no sympathy, no remorse. this man was a threat, a danger to the one person he cared about more than anything in this world.
he leaned in, close enough to whisper into the man’s ears. “you’re not the kind of guy who get to have a girl like her.” there was clear disgust in his voice. “bet you would’a fucked her and never called again,” he hissed. “bet you wouldn’t even remember what flavour she ordered. you don’t deserve her.”
the man whimpered, his hands scrabbling at the dirt as he tried to crawl away from caleb. but caleb was too quick, too strong. with a swift motion, he had the man pinned, the knife pressed against his throat as he leaned in close, his breath hot against the man's ear.
“you're a pathetic excuse for a man," caleb spat, his words dripping with contempt. “and now, you're going to pay for even thinkin’ you could have her." He punctuated his words with a sharp jab of the knife, not enough to kill, but enough to draw blood. The man screamed, his voice echoing through the darkened woods.
caleb's mind flashed back to the coffee cup, the one he had taken from the man's apartment. it was a plain thing, really, just a cheap cup from some coffee shop, disposable. but it had been hers, once. she had drunk from it, had left the lingering scent of her vanilla lotion and the faint sheen of her pink-tinted lip gloss on the rim.
caleb had kissed that rim, had tasted the faint remnants of her on the surface. the strawberry taste still lingered, mixed perfectly with the remnants of the vanilla latte. their first kiss, in a way, as indirect as it was. he’d thumbed over her name, albeit a crude misspelling of it, idly wondering what she had thought of such a silly mistake. one he would never make, of course.
the cup was in his room, preserved like a trophy, a reminder of what this man would never have.
“you’re pathetic," caleb repeated, shaking his head as he pressed the knife harder against the man's throat. “you don't deserve to even breathe the same air as her."
caleb's violet eyes flashed with a cruel, almost manic light as he stared down at his victim, a sneer twisting his handsome features beneath the grotesque mask. he could feel the man's terrified whimpers and pleas for mercy, but they only fueled the rage burning inside him. this pathetic excuse for a man had dared to pursue her, to think he could ever be worthy of her affection. it was an insult to her.
“you fell for it, didn't you?" caleb taunted, his voice dripping with mocking laughter. “the fake photos, the sweet words, the promises of love..." he shook his head, a harsh bark of a laugh escaping him. “you actually believed it was real. you're even more stupid than i thought."
he dug his fingers into the man's skull, thick and strong from years of military training, and slammed the man's head back against the rough bark of the tree. the sickening crack of impact filled the air, followed by the man's agonized cry. caleb paid it no mind, his grip tightening as he leaned in close, his masked face mere inches from the man's.
“coming out here, all alone, just for a chance to stick your dick in some girl while you were talking to mine?” caleb's words were like venom, spitting from his lips. “you didn't even have the sense to be suspicious. i could've been anyone, anything. but you couldn't resist the chance to fuck somethin’, could you?" he punctuated his question with a brutal punch to the man's ribs, feeling them crack under his force.
the sound of agony grated on his ears, but he paid it no heed. instead, he savored the delicious fear and desperation emanating from his victim, fueling the dark satisfaction coursing through his veins.
“shut up," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble beneath the grotesque mask. in one swift, brutal motion, he plunged his thick, gloved fingers into the man's open mouth, silencing his screams with a sickening muffled gargle.
the man's eyes bulged in terror as he choked and sputtered around the invading digits, his body convulsing in a panicked attempt to dislodge them. but caleb was merciless, his grip tightening as he forced his fingers deeper, pressing down on the man's tongue until it was pinned to the back of his throat.
“did you hear me?” caleb snarled, his face mere inches from the man's contorted features. “you don't deserve to make a sound, you piece of shit."
with his free hand, caleb raised the knife, the blade glinting cold and cruel in the moonlight filtering through the bare tree branches. he aimed it at the man's chest, directly over his frantically pounding heart. his movements were precise, memorized. he’d done this before, countless times. it almost came easier with each kill.
the man's eyes widened in dawning horror as he realized the true extent of his predicament, his struggles growing weaker and more desperate.
with a unnerving ease, caleb plunged the knife straight into the man’s heart, burying it to the hilt in one brutal, merciless thrust. the man’s body shuddered once, twice, then went limp, his life’s blood beginning to seep out around the embedded blade, his bite on caleb’s fingers growing weaker with each passing moment.
caleb stood over him for a long moment, ensuring with grim satisfaction that the light had faded from the man’s eyes, that the last ragged breath had left his lungs. only then did he slowly withdraw the knife, huffing as he wiped the blood knife on his pants.
the woods were quieter now at least.
caleb stood still, his breath fogging in the cool night air, the ghost face mask pushed up a bit to reveal sweat-matted hair and a jaw clenched tight with some simmering emotion. beneath his boots, the soil had been turned over, scuffed and soaked— evidence of the struggle, now over.
his chest heaved as he stared at what was left. a body, slack and cooling. blood darkened the forest floor in uneven blotches, but caleb barely registered it anymore as he wiped a globed hand down the back of his top, annoyed by how messy is had gotten.
the irritation wasn’t guilt. no— it never was. it was the inconvenience.
he huffed and tilted his head back, eyes briefly closing.
and there she was. in his mind’s eye, like always. her name thrummed under his skin, a prayer that spilled without sound past his lips. that soft smile, the way she always said “thank you” when the barista handed over her order— not even realizing he was always there, a table or two away, watching her like clockwork.
they never really spoke. she waved sometimes, polite, kind. probably thought he was just another familiar face in the neigborhood. just a friendly acquaintance who offered to buy her coffee when she was short on change, who gave her instructions when she was heading somewhere new, who always opened the door for her.
but he wasn’t just that. not to her. at least, not in the twisted world he’d build around her.
back home, his room was a shrine, a sanctuary dedicated to her.
photos. dozens of them. blurry polaroids of her at the cafe, stepping off the bus, walking home alone at dusk. a few were torn at the corners, stained from being clutched a little too long in sweaty hands. others, almost wilted and thin, from “overuse” and vaguely blemish with semen stains. one had a coffee ring in the margin— accidental, but he didn’t mind.
he had her lip balm. found it once on the sidewalk outside the bookstore. her lost glove from last winter. a napkin she doodled on, then crumpled and tossed aside. a newspaper clipping with her name and picture framed. a dried flower she’d dropped once. five empty coffee cups he’d pulled from the trash, her lip gloss smudging the rims in faint pink arcs.
she was perfect.
and she was his.
it didn’t matter that she didn’t know that yet.
he hadn’t planned to kill, not at first. it started with warnings— scaring off the men who asked her out. eliminating those who smiled too long or lingered in her space. anyone who dared look at her for more than a passing moment. a young woman who had pushed past her a little too roughly while she was in a rush, bruising up his poor baby’s shoulder. anyone she complained about in passing to her friends while he was eavesdropping.
and now, the man who had bought her coffee and called her “sweetheart” with a little too much ease. caleb had found his profile online, catfished him and lured him here under a fake name alias with worrying ease. it hadn’t taken much, men were pathetic like that, thinking with their dicks.
now, the man was silent, another shadow to hide in the woods. caleb nudged the body once with his boot, watching the way it didn’t react. his face didn’t twist with regret. only mild annoyance.
caleb sighed and rolled his shoulders back, catching his breath as the silence of the woods settled around him once more. he reached down with one bloodied glove and lifted the ghostface mask dangling from his neck— the smooth plastic slick with condensation, the expression forever frozen in a mocking scream. empty black eyes, a drooping mouth stretched in theatrical terror.
he slid it back over his face, adjusting the strap until it clung tight, sealing away the man beneath. there was no use lingering here any longer, and anyways, it was growing late. he needed to be up early to catch her before she got on her morning bus.
he took one step back from the body— and froze.
a sound cracked through the stillness. a brittle gasp, followed by the sharp snap of a tree branch underfoot.
he turned sharply, eyes locking onto the pale figure at the edge of the clearing.
(name).
she stood halfway between the trees, framed by moonlight and disbelief. her hands were clutched to her chest, eyes wide, mouth parted in horror. she wasn’t supposed to be here— not now, not like this, not ever. her sundress fluttered faintly in the breeze, a red and white gingham patterned dress, a thin cream cardigan over her shoulders that did absolutely nothing against the bite in the air.
too cold for a girl like her. too fragile.
he wanted to scold her. what was she doing out here alone, dressed like that? didn’t she know what kind of things roamed the woods at night? didn’t she know what kind of men watched her?
his mind raced, heart pounding behind the blank mask.
she took a shaky step back, stumbling over the uneven ground. her eyes flicked from the knife in his hand to the still body behind him, and her breath hitched.
she was going to run.
caleb took a cautious step forward, slow and deliberate, hands low at his sides. not threatening. not yet. but she didn’t understand— she couldn’t. not with the mask. not with the blood.
“hey,” he breathed behind the mask, voice muffled and desperate, though she couldn’t hear it properly. “don’t run.”
she did anyway. or tried to. her heel caught on a root and she stumbled again, nearly falling.
it was pure instinct really, she spun and bolted, heart thumping in her throat as she picked herself up and ran as fast as she could through the woods, her feet pounding against the earth as she fled.
behind her, the sound of heavy footsteps and ragged breathing echoed through the trees, drawing closer with each passing second. caleb's violet eyes glinted with a cruel, predatory light as he watched his prey flee, a dark thrill surging through him. he could see the fear etched into every line of her body, the way her breath came in short, frantic gasps as she ran.
her hair whipped behind her as she leapt over fallen tree stumps, the rough bark scraping against her palms and leaving faint red lines etched into her soft skin. sharp branches clawed at her cheeks, catching in her hair and snagging the sleeves of her sweater. she barely felt the sting, too consumed by the primal urge to escape the terrifying man pursuing her.
to caleb, she looked like a little bunny, all wide-eyed and panicked, her legs pumping furiously as she zigged and zagged through the dense underbrush. he could hear her heart hammering in her chest, could practically taste the fear radiating from her trembling form. it was intoxicating, invigorating, and he found himself chasing after her with renewed vigor.
his long strides ate up the distance between them, and he could feel himself gaining on her with each passing second. she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide with terror as she caught sight of the masked figure rapidly approaching. a choked sob tore from her throat, spurring her to run even faster.
her voice was pitched with genuine fear, unaware who this man was, only that he was chasing her with the single-minded intent of causing her harm.
caleb could hear the desperation in her voice, the way it wavered and broke on the frigid air. he could see the way her chest heaved with each labored breath, could practically feel her heart pounding in time with his own. he knew she was tiring, knew that her legs would give out soon.
caleb reveled in the thrilling pursuit, his heart pounding with a dark exhilaration as he leisurely chased after his terrified prey. He could have easily overtaken her in an instant, his military training and natural athleticism far surpassing her own meager physical abilities. but he indulged her, letting her believe she had a chance at escape, even as he relished the delicious sounds of her desperate panting and the melodic, if frightened, cries spilling from her pretty lips.
to him, she was a vision of helpless beauty, her dark hair whipping wildly behind her as she stumbled through the underbrush. like a frightened little bunny, he mused, watching her legs pump furiously and her eyes dart about, wide and fearful. he could see the way her dress, a delicate gingham print, fluttered against her thighs with each panicked stride. it was almost a shame to see such a lovely garment marred by the occasional green smudge of grass and dirt, clinging to the fabric as she ran.
caleb's eyes narrowed as he watched her approach a fallen tree trunk, its gnarled roots stretching out like the skeletal fingers of some long-buried creature. he could see the poorly timed jump coming from a mile away, could practically predict the precise moment she would lose her footing. and yet, he made no move to stop her, no attempt to warn her of the impending fall.
as he suspected, her foot caught on a gnarled root, sending her tumbling to the ground in a tangle of flailing limbs and startled cries. caleb slowed his pace, his heart clenching unexpectedly as he watched her pretty dress ride up, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs to the cold air and the unforgiving forest floor. her knees, he noted with a pang of something almost akin to tenderness, were already littered with thin red lines, the scratches a testament to her desperate flight.
approaching her, deliberately, caleb reached out and settled a large, gloved hand around the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her silky hair. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, could hear the way her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to scramble away from him. but he held her firm, his grip tightening just enough to keep her pinned to the ground, to remind her of his strength.
caleb grimaced as she squirmed and wriggled beneath him, her desperate attempts to escape only serving to annoy and frustrate him further. the sight of her skin, now scraped and scratched from her collision with the forest floor, only added to his growing exasperation.
with a low grunt, he move to step on her dress with a large, dirty boot, further restricting her movement and ability to escape.
“shhh,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble beneath the grotesque mask. “you're only makin’ this harder for yourself." despite his gentle words, there was an unmistakable edge to his tone, a dark warning that went unheeded by his squirming prey.
she, however, failed to heed his unspoken advice, continuing to thrash and struggle, her small fists pummeling weakly at his arms ands legs as she tried to push him away.
caleb gritted his teeth, a low growl building in his throat as he fought the urge to simply pin her down by force, to overwhelm her with his superior strength until she submitted.
but she was relentless in her desperation, her fear lending her a strength she might not have otherwise possessed. caleb could feel her heart racing beneath her dress, could hear the ragged, terrified gasps of air escaping her pretty lips as she panted with exertion and fear.
caleb's patience snapped like a frayed rope. with a sharp, frustrated hiss, he reached for the knife at his belt, the blade glinting cold and menacing in the fading light. he pressed the tip against the delicate skin of her shoulder, feeling it yield beneath the unrelenting pressure.
a choked scream filled the air, her body going rigid beneath him as the realization of her true danger crashed over her like a wave. but caleb paid her no heed, his focus solely on pinning his little bunny to the ground, on ending her foolish struggles once and for all.
caleb's violet eyes glinted with a dark, almost feverish light as he watched the knife pierce her delicate skin, a thin line of crimson welling up around the invasive blade. he could feel her trembling beneath him, could hear the ragged, terrified sobs spilling from her lips as he forced the knife deeper, the metal sinking into the soft earth with a sickening squelch.
but caleb was not a cruel man, not truly, at least not with her. he knew he had to be careful, had to ensure that his little bunny remained unharmed, save for the necessary wounds to keep her pinned and at his mercy.
he thought of her as a delicate butterfly, one that he longed to pin to a board, to preserve for all eternity. the image sent a perverse thrill through him, a dark desire to claim her, to possess her completely.
with a final, brutal twist, caleb forced the blade through the dirt, the knife now standing upright and pinning her shoulder to the ground. she let out a choked whimper, her body going pliant beneath him as the last vestiges of her strength drained away. caleb could feel the heat of her skin, the way her pulse raced beneath his fingertips as he pressed down on her, keeping her immobilize.
“shhh…” he murmured again, his voice a low, soothing rumble beneath the lifeless mask. “you gotta be still, now. fightin’ will only make this harder for you." he traced the line of her jaw with a gloved finger, marveling at the way her skin felt beneath the supple leather, at the delicate curve of her chin.
caleb's gaze raked over the length of her body, taking in the way her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs, the way her hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo. he could imagine her, forever preserved in this moment, a pretty bug pinned to a velvet board, her wings forever spread in a futile attempt at escape.
the thought sent a dark, possessive thrill through him, a deep longing to claim her, to keep her, to make her his for eternity. he knew it was a sinful, twisted desire, but he couldn't help the way his heart raced at the mere idea of owning this beautiful creature, of watching her tremble and squirm.
“’m not gonna hurt you. not really." the lie rolled off his tongue like honey, smooth and sweet, even as his heart raced with a dark, twisted excitement.
the sudden scent of urine assaulted his nostrils, the acrid aroma of her fear and humiliation filling the air between them. caleb's gaze flicked down, taking in the dark stain spreading across the fabric of her panties, the damp patch growing larger and more prominent with each passing second. the moisture had seeped through the thin cotton, leaving a telling wet spot on the dirt beneath her trembling form.
“you’ve made a mess, haven't you?" caleb taunted, a cruel edge to his voice as he pointed out her shameful display. “like a little kid, pissin’ herself in fear. do i really scare you that much?.” he tsked, shaking his head in mock disapproval even as a perverse thrill ran through him at the sight of her debasement.
all that left her was a pathetic whimper , her cheeks flushing a deep, mortified red beneath the dirt and tears streaking her face. she tried weakly to close her legs, to hide the evidence of her fear, but caleb was having none of it.
he pressed the toe of his boot firmly against her thigh, the rough leather digging into her soft flesh as he forced her legs apart, keeping her shamefully exposed.
“please," she begged, her voice breaking on a pathetic, choked sob. “d-don’t—“ tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her temples and disappearing into her hair. she was utterly humiliated, her pride and dignity stripped away, leaving her raw and vulnerable beneath his merciless gaze.
caleb could feel the way her thigh trembled beneath his boot, could sense the desperate, futile way she strained against the knife pinning her down. he knew she was trying to close her legs, to hide the dark stain of her shame, but he wouldn't allow it. no, he wanted her to feel the full force of her humiliation, wanted her to know that he saw her, that he knew the true depths of her fear. that he still loved her regardless.
unable to resist, caleb reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, his fingers curling around the bunched up fabric. with a sharp, brutal tug, he yanked the skirt up and over, exposing her stained panties and the creamy skin of her thighs to the chilly night air. he could see the way the flimsy cotton clung to her slit, the dampness spreading like a sickening rorschach test.
“dirty girl.”
as she thrashed and struggled, her foot caught on the bottom of caleb’s mask, the rough edge catching and tugging. for a moment, the mask threatened to lift up completely, to reveal the identity of her attacker. it lifted just enough to reveal the bottom half of his face, his mouth and the firm frown now settled on dry lips.
caleb cursed under his breath, his hand flying up to grip the mask, holding it firmly in place even as he glared down at her with a look of pure, unadulterated anger and frustration.
“fuckin’ squirmy brat," caleb snarled, his voice a low, menacing growl.
he pressed down harder on the knife handle pinning her shoulder, forcing a pained cry from her lips. the sound only fueled caleb's twisted lust, his cock twitching in his pants as he reveled in her suffering.
he could feel her trembling beneath him, could sense the way her body instinctively tried to shy away from his touch. but there was no escape, no respite from the nightmare she now found herself in.
“don’t cry now, bunny,” caleb mocked, his thumb rubbing cruel circles over her clothed slit, feeling the heat of her skin even through the soaked fabric. “i’m not doin’ anythin’ you don’t want.”
caleb could feel the dampness seeping through the thin cotton, could sense the way her body betrayed her, responding to his touch despite her fear and revulsion.
she whimpered pathetically, fresh tears leaking from her eyes as she stared up at her attacker with a look of utter desperation. “please," she begged, her voice hoarse and broken, “please, don't do this. i won’t tell anyone, i swear. j-just let me go."
a harsh, barking laugh tore from his throat, devoid of any true humor. “you beg so prettily. i think you're just a brat who needs to be put in her place, isn’t that right?”
caleb fisted a hand in her hair, forcing her to ‘nod’ in response to his line of questioning. it only forced another whine and whimper past her lips.
he pressed his thumb harder against her slit, rubbing the sensitive nerves through the damp fabric until she was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking and jerking in a futile attempt to escape.
caleb's other hand slid down to the waistband of her panties, his fingers curling beneath the elastic as he began to tug the garment down. she let out a choked sob, her hands scrabbling against the dirt and leaves beneath her as she tried to stop him, to hold the last barrier between them in place.
but it was no use. with a sharp, brutal yank, caleb tore the panties down her thighs, leaving them tangled around her knees.
his breath came in harsh, ragged pants as he fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, his desperation to claim his prize overriding any semblance of control. he could feel the heat of his own arousal burning through him, his cock throbbing and aching for the tight, warm embrace of her most intimate depths.
this was all he’d ever wanted.
with a low, animalistic growl, caleb fisted his hand in her hair once more, gripping the tresses tightly as he forced her head to the side. her cheek pressed against the cold, damp earth, the soil clinging to her flushed skin as she whimpered, still squirming uselessly.
“stop movin’, you’re going to make a bigger mess.”
straddling her hips at least somewhat, caleb freed his straining erection from the confines of his pants, the thick length slapping against the smooth skin of her thigh with an obscene sound. precum leaked from the swollen, purplish head, smearing a sticky trail of moisture across her flesh as he ground his hips against hers.
she let out a choked sob, her body shaking with the force of her terror and disgust. she could feel the heat radiating from his cock, could sense the way it throbbed and pulsed with a life of its own. the knowledge of his intent, of the violation he meant to inflict upon her, made her want to scream, to claw at the earth and beg for mercy.
but caleb was beyond mercy, beyond reason. he could only think of one thing, could only focus on the primal, all-consuming need to claim this defiant little brat, to make her his in the most brutal and primal way possible.
bringing his fingers to his mouth, caleb sucked on them, coating the digits with his saliva. he could taste the salt of her tears, the bitter tang of her fear, and it only spurred him on further, only made him more determined to take what he wanted.
with a rough, brutal motion, caleb forced his slick fingers between her thighs, lewdly smearing his saliva on her cunt, using a thumb to circle her little entrance. sloppily, he lined his throbbing, aching cock to her hole, gritting his teeth as he heard her begin to wail.
with that, caleb drove forward with a brutal, animalistic snarl, the thick head of his cock pushing past her dry, clenched folds. he could feel her tightness, could sense the way her virgin walls resisted his invasion, clinging desperately to the last shreds of her innocence.
but caleb was too far gone, too consumed by his own lust to care about her pain, her suffering.
he set a punishing, relentless pace, his hips slamming against her with each brutal thrust. the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with her anguished cries and caleb's own harsh, ragged pants.
he could feel every inch of her tight, hot cunt gripping his cock like a vice, and it only spurred him on, only made him fuck into her harder, deeper, with a ferocity that bordered on violent.
she screamed, her voice raw and hoarse from the pain and the cruel, relentless assault on her most intimate place. she could feel every excruciating inch of caleb's cock stretching her, splitting her open, as he rutted into her like an animal in heat. the knife in her shoulder jostled with each brutal thrust, sending bolts of agony radiating through her arm and down her spine.
but even through the pain, she could feel something else, a traitorous spark of pleasure that made her want to scream even louder, to wail her torment to the uncaring sky above. it was a sick, twisted reaction, her body betraying her as the man used her for his own sick gratification.
“shhh, no one can hear you here. ‘wouldn’t want to attract a big, scary animal when you’re in such a state, hm?”
he could feel her shiver beneath him at his words, biting her tongue as she sobbed and cried.
so, so cute.
caleb could hear the way her screams took on a different pitch, a higher, more desperate sound that sent a dark thrill through his veins. he had imagined this moment countless times, had pictured her just like this— naked, helpless, and screaming her pleasure even as he violated her. he had stroked his cock to the thought of her, had spilled his seed on the stolen mitten and her pretty polaroid, imagining the way she would sound, the way she would feel wrapped around him.
“you’re just as pretty as i thought," caleb grunted, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. “such a good little brat, screaming for me like this. i knew you'd be a screamer, known it from the moment i first saw you."
caleb could feel the sudden, sharp tension that gripped her body as the realization dawned on her with his careless slip. the tight clench of her inner walls around his pistoning cock became almost painfully exquisite, her muscles fluttering and grasping as if trying to expel the unwanted invader.
he gritted his teeth against the sudden resistance, his hips stuttering briefly before he forced himself to maintain the brutal, punishing pace.
she remained silent aside from her sobs, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps and muffled whimpers. the knowledge that this attack was not the random act of a stranger, but a targeted assault by someone who knew her, had been watching her, hung heavy in the air between them.
caleb knew he should be more careful, and yet… he enjoyed the thought of her being more wary, constantly looking over her shoulder, horrified that her stalker and rapist would come around the corner and hunt her down again.
leaning in closer, caleb brought his masked face down to hover mere inches above hers. through the eyes, he could see the wide, horrified eyes staring back at him, the whites glinting in the moonlight. he could feel her breath, hot and ragged, puffing against the cold plastic of his mask. he knew she couldn't see his face, not truly, but he wanted her to know he was there, that he was the one violating her, claiming her.
“ease up, bunny," caleb growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble even as his hand slid up to grip her thigh. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading, reminding her of his strength, his dominance. “you’re only making this harder on yourself."
he could see the confusion and fear warring in her eyes, could sense the way her mind raced with questions she dared not ask. he knew she wanted to know why, wanted to understand the reason behind this sick, twisted assault. but caleb had no intention of explaining himself, of giving her the closure she craved.
instead, he wanted to savour this moment, to revel in the power he held over her. he had dreamed of this for so long, had fantasized about the way she would feel, the way she would sound as he took her. and now, here she was, pinned beneath him, her body yielding to his every brutal thrust.
“kiss me.”
caleb could sense her confusion, could see the way her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of his gruff command. she let out a weak, choked sound, her voice hoarse from screaming and the dirt clinging to her tear-stained cheeks.
“b-but—“ she sputtered weakly, her words trailing off into a muffled whimper.
a grin twisted Caleb's lips beneath the mask as he reached up with his free hand, tapping against the large, downturned mouth carved into the plastic. he traced the curved line, his thumb pressing against the cold, smooth surface, before he pressed his own lips together in a mocking imitation of a kiss beneath the mask, not that she could see.
“kiss me," caleb repeated, his voice a low, menacing rasp, a demand. “i wanna feel your pretty lips on mine. don’t make me ask twice."
he could see the way her chest heaved with panicked, shallow breaths, the way her tearful eyes searched his masked face for any hint of mercy.
even with the dirt smudging her fair skin and the few stray scratches marring her delicate features, even with her hair a wild, mussed tangle around her face, caleb found her more beautiful than he ever had before.
she was a vision of debased, defiled perfection, a fallen angel splayed out beneath him, her wings clipped and broken. the sight of her like this, the knowledge that he was the one to bring her so low, sent a dark, possessive thrill through caleb's veins. he wanted to mark her, to claim her in every way possible, to make her his for all eternity.
she let out a choked sob, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she shook her head weakly.
with a pointed thrust, he growled again, his patience wearing thin. his hand slid up to grip her chin, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he forced her head to turn towards him. he could feel the way she trembled, could sense the desperate, futile way she tried to pull away. But he held
she hesitated, her lower lip trembling violently as she stared at the downturned mouth of the mask hovering before her. with a shuddering, reluctant motion, she leaned in, pressing her soft, tear-stained lips against the cold, unyielding plastic. a choked sob escaped her as she did, her breath hitching and catching in her throat.
caleb's eyes widened in shock beneath the mask at the feeling of her lips against his own, even through the barrier of plastic and fabric. the shy, hesitant gesture sent a bolt of electricity through him, igniting a fire in his core that he couldn't hope to extinguish. unable to resist the urge, caleb found himself pressing his own lips back against the inside of the mask, as if he could feel the ghost of her kiss, the phantom pressure of her mouth against his own.
it was too much, too intense, too perfect. the sensation of finally claiming her lips, even in such a way, of marking her in the most intimate way possible, coupled with the tight, fluttering clench of her cunt around his pistoning cock, pushed caleb over the precipice.
with a guttural, animalistic groan that echoed through the mask and into the night air, caleb came, his hips jerking and stuttering as he spilled his hot, thick seed deep inside of her.
his nails dug into the soft flesh of her sides, the sharp points of his gloves biting into her skin hard enough to leave marks, to brand her as his own. caleb could feel her own body convulsing beneath him, her legs quivering and shaking as her own release washed over her. the walls of her pussy clenched and fluttered around his pulsing cock, milking him for every last drop of his essence.
she let out a strangled, broken cry, her back arching off the ground as her orgasm crashed through her. tears streamed down her face, her chest heaving with ragged, painful breaths as she came undone beneath caleb, her body betraying her with the force of her unwanted pleasure.
caleb could only groan in dark ecstasy as he pumped load after load of his hot cum into her spasming cunt, filling her up until she was dripping with his seed.
he had dreamed of this moment for so long, had fantasized about claiming her, violating her, and now it was finally happening. she was finally his in every way that mattered.
caleb remained still, buried deep inside her spasming heat, as he listened to her muffled sobs and whimpers. her body twitched and shuddered around him, hypersensitive from the brutal, unwanted pleasure he had forced upon her. he could feel every clench, every flutter of her inner walls as she tried to adjust to the thick, heavy load of his seed sloshing inside her.
a dark, possessive part of caleb reveled in her distress, in the knowledge that he had broughther to such a broken, shattered state. he knew she probably feared for her life, probably believed that he meant to snuff out her existence as easily as he had violated her body. but Caleb had no intention of killing her, not when he had so much more planned for her.
no, everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her.
caleb gritted his teeth as he felt her body beginning to still, her sobs fading into hiccuping, shuddering breaths. with a low, reluctant groan, he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her cunt, the obscene sound of their mixed fluids filling the air as he withdrew.
she let out a choked, pained whimper as caleb’s cock slipped free of her battered body, a fresh gush of cum leaking out of her abused hole to trickle down the curve of her ass. she made a feeble attempt to close her legs, to cover herself, but caleb was quicker. he stepped forward, his boot pressing down on her thigh, pinning her beneath his heel and keeping her trapped, all spread open for his viewing pleasure.
caleb tucked himself away with quick, efficient motions, his pants and mask slipping back into place as he loomed over her broken form. he could see the way she stared up at him with a mix of fear and confusion, her tearful eyes searching his masked face for answers, for some hint of his intentions.
a sigh escaped caleb’s lips hearing her go back to her pathetic begging, pitiful and annoying as he finished adjusting himself.
he wanted to shake her, to scream at her that she was being foolish, that he would never dream of ending her life.
didn't she understand that everything he did, every cruel and twisted act, was for her? that everything he did was a necessary evil, that even hurting her was needed so she could understand what would happen if he wasn’t there watching over her?
but she was too blind, too stupid to see the truth. she could only focus on her own fear, on the pain and humiliation of being violated in such a brutal manner. caleb knew he would have to be patient, would have to guide her gently towards the path of enlightenment.
with a grunt of effort, caleb reached down and wrapped his fingers around the handle of the knife protruding from her shoulder. she let out a sharp, pained cry as he slowly, carefully eased the blade out of her flesh, a small trickle of blood welling up in its wake.
“shh, quiet now," caleb murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble even as he discarded the knife to the side. “i’m not gonna kill you yet.” he ran a hand through his hair, the dark strands slightly disheveled from their brutal coupling. “i like to play with my food first.”
caleb then bent down, his masked face hovering over hers as removed his boot from her thigh. she let out a shuddering breath as the pressure against her leg eased, as the crumpled fabric of her dress was released from beneath his heel.
“now, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about this," caleb hummed, his voice threatening. “promise me that you'll keep this our little secret, just between us, alright bunny?”
caleb watched with an amused smile as she violently nodded her head, her tear-stained face twisting in a mixture of horror and desperate agreement. she forced herself to sit up, her movements clumsy and pained as she stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes.
the sight of her, bruised and battered, her dress torn and hiked up around her hips, sent a strange sensation through caleb's chest. he found her so damn cute like this, so utterly adorable in her fear and distress. he wanted nothing more than to lean down and capture her lips with his own once more, to claim her mouth in a searing kiss that would leave no doubt as to who she belonged to.
but he resisted the urge, knowing that he had to be smart, had to play this just right. he couldn't let her know that he was the one behind the mask, the one who had violated and defiled her so thoroughly. not yet, anyway.
instead, he nudged her thigh with the toe of his boot, the casual, almost playful gesture a stark contrast to the brutal way he had just used her.
“run, little bunny," caleb taunted, his voice a low, mocking rumble. “run as fast as you can, before I change my mind and decide to have some more fun with you."
she shuddered at the threat, her body jerking as if physically struck. she didn't need to be told twice.
with a choked sob, she scrambled to her feet, her legs shaking and threatening to give out beneath her. she cast one last terrified glance up at Caleb, at the imposing figure looming over her, before she turned and stumbled away.
caleb watched her go, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her retreating form disappear into the shadows of the woods. he knew she wouldn't tell anyone, knew that his sweet little bunny was too smart to risk his wrath again. she was a good girl, his girl, and he knew she would keep this their special secret.
her lingered in the quiet hush of the woods, shadows stretching long beneath the fading twilight long after she was out of sight, lost in thoughts of her.
a slow, almost tender smile curved beneath the ghostface mask. soon, he would stand before her as himself— caleb— no mask, no darkness. just a man who loved her more than reason.
tomorrow, when he finds her at the café— eyes weary, hands trembling— she’ll have no choice but to lean on him. he’ll be the shoulder she cries on, the calm in her chaos, welcoming her with open arms that know no refusal.
he imagined her cheeks flushed with quiet trauma, her wide eyes searching, needing comfort. she would need him, and he would be there— a steady harbour in the storm of her fear. his arms would wrap around her like a shield, warm and unwavering.
the words he would speak were already rehearsed in his mind— soft promises, whispered only for her ears, meant to soothe the trembling inside her, to remind her she was never alone. because caleb knew her better than anyone. he knew exactly what she needed.
the forest held its breath as he exhaled slowly, the scent of pine and earth grounding the obsession that drove him— a love fierce enough to shatter the silence of the night.
she would need him. she would come to him. and when she did, he’d be waiting.

ghostface caleb i lobe u... my door is literally wide open. i've been working on this for awhile but i don't think i'm the best person to put my ideas into writing because i get so repetitive and i always end up losing the plot. maybe if i proofread my works before posting i would eliminate this issue however i would like to save myself the embarrassment.
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・issue #--・ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄
⚤ Dark Pirate!Bucky Barnes x Siren!Female Reader Pirate Bucky — semi dark Bucky — submissive/soft captive reader — possessive Bucky — SMUT 18+, Minors DNI! — P in V sex — memory loss/wiping via magic (reader affected) — light use of physical and sexual acts to avoid conflict — indirect breeding kink? — pet names — brief consumption of alcohol — I think that's it? ✎ 4.1k He is your captain. There is no place you'd rather be than by his side, nothing you could ever want for that is not him. You owe everything, your entire self, to him. Yet overboard and on the tide you sail across, in search for a great and ancient treasure, a song continues to seep through the cracks of your heart and soul… a song so familiar yet unknown. Forgotten. Bucky reminds you yet again that there is no place else for you that isn't beside him, that there is nothing out there.
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There lays a song forgotten in your heart and soul, distantly faint as the receding tide to the shore. With each spare moment of peace you were given to dwell beneath the lapping waters, you spend a portion of it in search of that song. And what time remains within the falling sand’s glass, you bask in the blue and faded black abyss.
Tonight is no different. You could not remember the forgotten song that lulls you tenderly, pulling through skin and scale, calling you somewhere far, much too far, away from the balancing hull above.
You could not abandon your captain. Betray the trust between you both. After all, it was he who found you washed atop the rocky crevices of the island, who rescued you from a fate of drying out in the sun’s merciless heat. Who took care of you when there was nothing left of the life you once knew.
To break that earnt trust, to betray him, you can’t think of anything far more heartbreaking than that.
“Time’s up, my Siren,” the voice of your captain beckons you. He calls you to the surface.
A sigh ripples through the water and your head tilts up towards the surface, the darkened slits in your milky white eyes shrink away from the moonlight penetrating through the waves. The long limb of your tail sweeps back and forth, thrusting you upwards, skin and scales shimmering brighter as you near the barrier between water and air. The breach pulls a lungful gasp of the night's chillingly crisp air, the only warmth coming from The Avenger.
Hair drench-pressed and thinned forms a curtain over your features as you peer up at the looming figure pridefully arching over the ship’s wooden rail. The slivered slits of your eyes grow wider as they focus on him, with a lantern beside him, glass scorched and worn by smoke, it illuminates the upper portion of his body. His white shirt ruggedly wrinkled and loosened to showcase a muscled chest, skin tanned by the sun’s heated kiss, sleeves rolled to the elbow, black ink painted legendary stories over his body in memorabilia. Stories forged into his flesh for all to study and cower in fear.
He summons you with a kink of his finger and you obey his silent command with an all too eager nod. Around you, the water spirals into a column and rises up, pushing you higher to reach the wooden railing. Aboard the ship, the crew is merry in their celebrations. Another successful day of conquest and battle on the high seas, another amassed sum of gold and valuables to add to hull and reputation.
Of course spirits would be high and cheerful tonight. And of course, what was a conquest without the captain’s prize at the end of it all?
Gathering yourself over the rail and onto the deck, the glistening shine of your tail morphs into two shapely legs, the milky hues of your eyes and other remnants of your true body hide in their human disguise. Your eyes find the hourglass on his opposite side, the sand all gathered in the bottom glass pit. Your captain holds something out for you and you graciously accept his gift, pulling the thin veil of your robe over your naked body.
His ocean blue eyes scan you up and down, the left corner of his plush, chapped lips turns upwards.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” He purrs his question and it brings a cold chill to run up and down your spine, your lungs freeze with what little breath they had at that moment.
He turns his body properly to face you, burly shoulders and thick muscles straining the fabric of his shirt. His eyes fold slightly into a sharpened stare of interrogation.
“I–I don’t…” You shake your head, breath hitching. “I don’t understand, Captain. I search for nothing that is not you.”
“Aye?”
Your gaze drops to the limb of his remaining flesh hand, the other limb itself brings an uncomfortable yet hazy familiarity, you dare not to look at it up close when in the awoken presence of his intimidating stature. Often you would question its being there and admire its raw and unique - mystical - materials, when your captain lay beside you fast asleep.
Wrapped tightly over and under the callousness of his palm, the golden chain twinkles in the pale moonlight, the larger pearl at its centre holstered by binding gold and tinier pearls, beneath the gilded net a more refined shape of a pearl dances on its link.
However, your mesmerised pupils flicker up in an instant, brought to the attention of your captain awaiting your obedient answer. A noise is pitched in your throat with the answer but it dies swiftly before its deliverance.
Your vision focuses behind him then, up near the ship’s helm, her fingers lace slowly in their hypnotic movement as the fabric of her scarlet magic is weaved together. A warning. You do your best to hide the distressed visage of fear, batting your eyelashes and brushing aside the death of your verbal response, you bow your body forward submissively to his that towers over you.
When your lips touch his, he almost instantly devours yours in a hungry kiss, the soft caress of your fingers tracing the curves of his chest brings pride and lust to possessively reel you into him, your nude front colliding against the hardened wall of his own.
Your hands run their course of exploration up the swollen bulk of his arms until they find purchase and entangle themselves in his dark locks. His own hands ravage your body, kneading the flesh and slim muscle of your hips.
He groans when you submit to his overpowering will, mouth parting to his eager tongue that shoots forward like a fired cannon, aimed to dominate you in every sense of the word. Your soft whimpers beneath him bring him unimaginable pleasure, the sort that drives him to seek it evermore, with no seeming end to his insatiable hunger for what is you; your entire being. Wolves are known to be ravenous beasts. It’s why he’s known by the moniker as the White Wolf.
His tongue fiercely dances over yours, swirling and his bottom teeth tease you by nipping your lip, earning a high pitched squeal from you. He chuckles, the sound rich and dark in its intention. Your core comes alight, burning hotly and the once cool air dissipates as heat courses through every vein and nerve in your body, your mind swimming in the ocean pools of his eyes. Eyes that at times are the only thing you need to be connected to the sea.
The prominent tent of his erected endowment presses against your stomach and lower abdomen. You finally pull away, however, in his caging embrace it’s not very far you’re able to move back.
“Wait for me in my cabin, little Siren,” he orders gruffly. Your mouth falls agape and you sputter in your rattled confusion.
“But I—” Still he penetrates you with that cold stare. It prods at you with radiant intensity, it matches the ominous scarlet glow that now burns brighter now as it moves down the upper deck’s stairs. Your eyes dart between the woman who controls the rolling waves of red magic and the ferocity of your captain’s hardpressed gaze.
Your head bounces quickly. “Yes...”
A few words of compliance are cut off by a gasp. As you attempt to follow his order and return to his cabin, he halts you within his metallic grasp and pulls you back in, curled lips mere inches from your own, in the clutches of his brazen hold, he commands your attention. Your hands are forced to rest over his chest.
He drawls with a warning growl, “Yes?”
“Yes, Captain Barnes.”
Bucky nods his head once and lets you go, his eyes flicker between the cabin door and you, silently instructing you to hurry along. Your bare feet barely make a sound over the wooden deck in your traversal towards the cabin, where you would await your captain to claim his prize. Treasure that he greedily gets to have all to himself. The conquest he takes glee in ravishing himself full of.
Once you’re tucked inside, exactly where he wants you, Bucky scratches at his stubbled jaw, his recent shave already beginning to grow in again. Wanda approaches his side, the fabric of her magic ceasing at her fingertips like embers passing over into lowly ashes.
“That was a close one,” Bucky growls, his tongue that savours your taste runs over his teeth. She hisses with a hushed tone, “With each outing she is given to delve into the sea, my magic weakens, Captain.”
His eyes roll to glare at the woman beside him. She sighs with a bow of her head, eyes downcast as to not provoke him into thinking her words a challenge.
“All I mean to say is that you must reinforce her rules. She’s beginning to suspect far too much, and with each piece of recollection, my power is sapped by her own. Enforce her rules once more.”
Bucky’s shoulders shrug upwards with an all too arrogant huff, haughty in his conviction. He idly tilts his flesh hand, admiring the piece of you he has wrapped up in his iron grasp.
“She will do well to keep in mind her place. She’s intimidated.”
“She’s conflicted, Captain.” Her words bring about a scowl to Bucky’s face, lips coiled into a snarl and nose wrinkling, eyes thinning. “And it will be a matter of time before she is free of you, and you will be known as the captain who lost his siren.”
The bridge of this knowledge leaves Bucky in a state of strife. An aspect to his notorious reputation was garnered by your captivity. The White Wolf known by all as the fearsome pirate captain who tamed a siren; held you in the oyster of his clutches. If he did lose you, then his reputation would be suffering a heavy loss. As if to sense his change of demeanour, her hands raise up with her glowing, magic tipped fingers. His nostrils flare and the harsh prestige that made him a force not to be trifled with, he commands, “Do it.”
Bucky struts off with a roll of thunder beneath his leather worn boots, swiping up a half drunk bottle of rum and swallows an animalistic gulp, joining in on the festivities of his crew. Wanda observes her captain for a moment before diverting her attention towards the cabin. Her hands fold over one another, and with her palms outstretched, the scarlet hue dances through the air in a thin, cloudy blanket, searching and finding the miniscule gap beneath the wooden door.
He pummels into you until your back pushes far into the mattress, eliciting sharp whines and sultry moans from your parted lips, breath caught in a pattern of shallow pants. He chases after his second high as he drives his cock deep into you, the sound of skin slapping skin perverts the cabin’s air and already you begin to feel your core tremble in its own pursuit for its fourth orgasm. With each powerful snap of his hips, his throat chokes out a grunt in his exertions, the girth of his cock sinks deep into the channel of your hot, velvety cunt.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he growls lowly with a hiss, “so fuckin’ tight! You feel so good, you’re— taking me so well.”
With an exceptionally powerful rut of his hips and he has you on the precipice of screaming, thighs quivering in their hold around his waist, heels digging into the dip of his large, muscular back. Any coherent thoughts and words die on the vine of your vocal cords, only able to procure sounds of pleasure, to chant his name over and over again.
“Captain Barnes!” you mewl with fervour. Bucky’s chest vibrates with a husky chuckle. “That’s right, scream my name, let the crew hear you, Love. Let them hear how drunk you are for my cock.”
His one palm is laced with sweat, thick and roughened fingers squeeze yours in a passionate display of his dark possessiveness over you. Your captain could be very jealous when another’s eyes lingered on you for even a second too long, many others had suffered the brunt of his fury - weapons ablaze - and you in the end suffered the brunt of his envy with his cock pounding into you for the next several hours.
To remind you to whom it was you belong to.
His lips suckle one of the erected peaks of your breasts, moaning as his tongue leaves a wet trail around it before passing over to the second to repeat the treatment. Your head turns to the side sharply when the head of his cock splits you open even further than you could previously imagine, hitting a hidden crevice that leaves you without breath.
He gauges your reaction, the colour of your eyes blurring, phasing between the natural milky white canvases and the hue of your disguise, your canines and incisors now elongated, all because of the pleasure that pools at the junction where your bodies meet. But for a moment, you catch the glimmer of gold still wrapped around his hand, glimmering metal gnawing and rubbing across his skin, you’re torn between your euphoria and clouded curiosity.
“Say it again,” he grunts with a hard thrust that makes his muscles ripple insanely beneath his skin.
“C’mon, say it for your captain, Love.”
Your lips and tongue drag across the flesh of his wrist, the pulse of his racing heart beats through, you can almost taste the rhythm. His sweat tastes strong with his musk, a strong flavour of the salty sea, sandy beaches and gunpowder.
You moan softly, almost in a whisper, “Captain… C-Captain Barnes.”
The effect you have on him is indescribable to him. Never has he been able to put it into words, all he can do is feel it; carnally. The repetitive pounding into that deeper and sweeter spot has your back arching up, the smooth layer of your sweat covered body rubs against his, able to feel each defining muscle, he uses his metal hand to grip hold of one of your thighs, angling you so that you’re spread further apart for him. Your eyes begin to fall heavy and roll back into your skull in your drunken haze, the shimmer of scarlet presently blooms from time to time in them.
“That’s right. You belong to me, little Siren. It’s my cock that has you dripping wet.” His thrusts become faster, losing the precise edge he had before, his climax inevitably as close as your own. Your nails embed crescent moons into the skin of his one hand while the other bites into his shoulder.
“I’m the only man— fuck! The only man who gets to have you like this. Shit… shit. ’M going to fill you up.”
“Please, please… Cap—”
“Aye, I’m going to fill you up, have you nice ‘nd full until my cum is leaking out of your little cunt, Siren. Fuck… you want that, don’t you? I know you do.”
You gasp with each attempt to breathe, each push and pull of his cock strikes you like a match to light the powder keg, the explosion of your climaxes comes as a white hot flash in your vision, momentarily blinding you. Your hot walls squeeze around his large endowment, forcing him to thrust back and forth even harder, grunting hot breaths against the shell of your ear.
His seed is flushed into the channel of your pussy in thick, seething spurts that paint your walls that milk him for every precious drop.
What he gives makes your lower abdomen weigh a little heavier, a little bit fuller than you were before. His hips grow slower with each dissipating explosion from his tip. His large chest expands hugely with every intake of air to his lungs before deflating as a pleased groan.
In his reverie of contentment, having had his fill of his prize - for now - he withdraws his softening cock from your pussy, a moistened pop echoes in the emptiness of your thoughts. Bucky rolls off of you to lay at your side, atop the furs and silken drapes of the bed. Before you can make a move he uses his metal arm to drag you in closer, tucking you into his side, the coldness of his fingers skimming the delicate texture of your arm.
The soothing rock of the ship is enough to lull you to sleep, the lids of your eyes inching closer and closer together.
“Still deny that you found nothing?”
His question only brings your brows to knit together. You shake your head and huddle closer into his side, basking in the comforting warmth of his body. Why on earth would he ask you such a silly question? As if there was anything of importance that outranked him, by being at his side.
The answer you give is instant in its resolve, “I don’t understand, Captain. I needn’t find anything out there… I have you.”
Your answer, though unable to see it from your position, pleases him and his lips curl into a toothy smirk, long sweeps of his dark brown hair tousled about in his post sex state. You lay your head against his chest to hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, eyes closing to seek rest and refuge in the arms of your beloved captain. The man that grants you safety, that promises you nights of passion followed by the comfort of his body next to yours. All he asks in return is your loyalty. Your devotion.
For you to be his siren.
Behind the blurry curtain of sleep layered over your eyes, you awaken and by your estimation, only for around an hour or maybe a little more. The morn still hasn’t risen over the ocean’s horizon, the moonlight shimmering and shining over the waves. The candlelight that bathed the cabin with a sensual atmosphere had now burnt out.
Breaths of deepened sleep sound next to you, the chiselled sculpt of his chest you’d used as a pillow takes steady form, as he sleeps. It makes you wonder as to what he dreams about, sometimes a scowl is etched into his attractive visage and he becomes restless, leaving you to somehow comfort him. And other times, mostly after he’s spent drawing orgasm after orgasm from the two of you, he finds respite.
You take the time to thoroughly yet delicately rub your eyes, robbing the tiredness of its hold to take you once more. With a tilt of your head, hair coming over your shoulder to graze the top of your breasts, his other hand lay out over the bed, residing just over the edge.
The mysterious object that somehow you know is linked with you, but as to how or why, or its significance to you in any case, is still laced around his calloused palm. Despite its odd gleam of familiarity, you believe this is the first time you’ve seen it before, however, the tiny voice in the back of your mind says otherwise. Then you must have seen something like it before somewhere.
Something deep in the recess of your heart, you have to know. Is this somehow linked to the estranged longing to a home you can’t remember? Does this necklace bind you to the lost melody of times erased from your memory?
You take caution in moving carefully, inching your way to lean over the sleeping form of your captain, skin brushing skin, you slowly rotate your hips and hoist a thigh over his waist. Heated crimson flushes into your cheeks as you analyse your newfound position, but also from the way his body stirs lightly, still enraptured by sleep yet his body adjusting to your core lining over his naval.
Thawed from your frozen idle of panic, you take a moment to calm the racing of your heart that hammers vigorously against your chest, your nimble fingers reach out towards his flesh hand that clings protectively to the mysterious necklace.
This almost feels… too easy. You swallow a silent gulp, fingers grazing against his palm when his body shifts, bumping up into yours, you pull your reach back so fast, your hand slaps against his ribs, doing your best to cover up your true intentions. His stills beneath you once more and your shoulders fall lax with a sigh of relief.
Again you dare another attempt to grab the necklace, this time you don’t risk breathing, holding it for what seems like forever until your lungs begin to swell with an ache that makes them feel like bubbles about to burst.
You work the chain until it's loosened and finally allow your held breath to escape you, the strain to remain silent proving far more difficult than you would have liked. The weight of your body shifts backwards, now sitting up, you allow your eyes to take in every detail of the object in your hands. The gold chain is light, ghostly as it graces your hands, your fingers lace and loop it around amidst the process of your conjuring thoughts.
Like a puppeteer pulling the strings you raise the necklace up by its precious thread. The pearl encaged by its makeshift net swings from side to side, as though even when you are completely still, it has a soul of its own accord.
Everything you knew about pearls is forfeit, the identity of this one brings the bevel between your brows to form in thoughtful wonder. Therein lies the piece of some puzzle, the missing notes to the melody to which you only recall the faint rhythm of the song.
It has to mean something of greater importance. But if it did, then why is your captain so adamant to dismiss your curious nature to find the answers?
As if the pearl itself is the key, you hear within your heart and soul the song. Voices sing a tone that is calming to your senses, a sweet and endearing lullaby meant for you to hear whenever you find yourself in the loneliest of places, in the darkest reaches of the ocean, the connection will bring you somewhere you call home.
But your home is The Avenger. Aboard the ship with Captain Barnes. The man known as Bucky to his closest inner circle. So why do the voices mingling with the tide call you away from all that? With each passing second you become ensnared by the spell of the pearl, the voices of whom you somehow find solace in become louder, the softened chorus of their song echoes a hundred times over in your head.
Before you even give pause to reason, your own voice becomes paired with the orchestra of sirens. You have no words, and maybe you never did, all you did need is the pearl to help guide you in remembering the melody. The uncertainty of your humming eases, the unforeseen instructors aiding you, your voice is soft within its deep reverie when it all comes to an abrupt pause, a gasp severing the tune.
He has you by the wrist, fingers bruisingly tight and giving you no choice to pull away from him, as he often did whenever he saw you retreat from him without his say so.
Bucky’s eyes bear into yours, penetrating the barrier of the necklace, he stares you down the way a wolf does the lonely prey in its path. His eyes match the brooding darkness of a storm at sea, a breed of villainy that threatens those who dare to try him.
“Captain…” Your throat bobs with a nervous swallow. “I– I wasn’t—”
Out of pure instinct to not tempt his fury, your hold on the necklace ceases and it gathers in the roughened pad of his palm, large thumb that has caressed your sensitive nub plenty of times now works against the spherical shape of the pearl, brows heavy in their judgement to assess your punishment. His movement is sudden upon the brink of your awareness, a sharp gasp that cuts into the tender muscle of your chest as he plants you flat on your back, hands both of flesh and metal pin your wrists on either side of you until the bruising ache becomes far too unbearable. But you do nothing to voice the level of your pain. He would not hear of it. His newly erected shaft ghosts over your entrance, the beginnings of your slick painting his already drooling tip. “I’m beginning to think you like breaking my rules, Siren.”
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indirect kiss moments !
summary: you drink from their cup on accident = the realization that you may or may not have shared an indirect kiss. how do they feel about that? too flustered beyond belief, it seems....
featuring: part one (here) - kazuha, wanderer | part two - albedo, neuvillette, alhaitham
notes: not exactly established relationship, crush crush hehe, fluffy, my two anemo faves in one post.... loud gasp effect in the background (pls don't perceive this as my betrayal to the other anemos they'll have their turn soon i promise 🫡)

WANDERER — (in/ex)ternally flustered as fuck + has stopped working
wanderer doesn't think he has a heart, but the way the void in his chest thumps for but a flicker of a moment proves him quite wrong.
why, you ask? it's all because of you.
he resists the urge to snap, terribly so, but out of being flustered more than anything, not irritation. because there is absolutely no way for him to properly process these turn of events with even a hint of rationality. you seem to be promptly ignorant of the whirring of thoughts in his mechanical head. ignorant of his rather foolish situation of going irrational and borderline idiotic.
all because of a damn indirect kiss.
his eyes lift from where he's burning holes onto the cup you're holding—his cup, he corrects, and lingers embarrassingly long (too long) on your lips. he tries not to fight the way heat creeps up his skin, synthetic yet all too real (perhaps like his own, untouched feelings); he thinks he might be red in the face. horribly red, thinking that oh no, he’s faced with the egregious notion that he may be too (very) obvious with how his reaction to your simple action betrays his secret fondness for your existence. most troubling.
it's fine, he tries to rationalize, he's got to relax. it was but a sip of tea. tea he so carefully procured and offered with much reluctance that was more feigned than anything else. tea he only drank because he heard in passing about your preference for it, very, very sweet tea he wouldn't normally drink, he notes with faint distaste—the things he lets you get away with—
….and then you lick your lips to savor the taste.
if the traveler hadn't showed him a taste of an almost death, then he thinks this might just be how he falls.
[ spoiler alert: he ends up hastily getting up to leave after pouring you another refill, muttering curses that would certainly alarm the average civilian. fast as light; if only to hide the utter mess that was his face. red, breathless (even though he doesn't need to breathe) and disgustingly, horribly flustered.
you’d better do your best to calm his self-imposed brooding— he isn't going to tell you anything about what exactly made him fluster this much. best of luck. ]

KAZUHA — flustered, but smiling like a lovesick fool (wants to write endless haikus about this)
kazuha is drunk, both in love and on the sake that burns his throat in a pleasant blend of sweet and strong.
it all started with your request to drink from his cup. you ordered a different drink from him while the crew of the crux were celebrating beidou’s birthday. even now, the sound of laughter and drunken slurring fills the night, a slow and, if he has to be frank, tone-deaf melody of a simple happy birthday echoing in the air. of course, being as drunk in love (beidou’s words) as he is, kazuha didn't even hesitate at all to give you a sip.
…and it just so happens that you managed to drink at the exact place he drank from earlier.
small mercies come in the form of playing off the intense blush of his face and chalking it up to the effects of the wine and sake. kazuha isn't one to be flustered easily, but he must admit this one elicited no light reaction from him, no matter how much he may downplay its impact.
perhaps it was delusional, but was there not a tradition about drinking from each other's cups like this that could symbolize marriage….?
oh dear, the alcohol was getting to him, and fast.
[ spoiler alert: the next day, when you wake up with a sore headache and an achy body and an extremely clingy kazuha, try not to be confused when he mentions something like kissing you in the haze of his sleep.
the following week will also make you subject to two things: 1) an increasingly clingy kazuha (see above), and 2) dozens upon dozens of haikus left at your home, along with silkflowers of innumerable count you’d think he'd plucked the entire lot of them. you never did know why kazuha had become even sweeter (was that even possible...?) all of a sudden. ]

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bite 𓆚 tom riddle. p1.


summary: dearest tom made a promise to celebrate your birthday, but ends up forgetting. you low key give him the cold shoulder and threaten to break things off.
pairing: tom (if you squint, he's rather sensitive! and insecure!) x fem!slytherin! reader
warnings: nothing too crazy that I can think of. moderate angst. mentions of alcohol, intoxication.
note: reader is almost a like female version Tom in terms of being a brat with feelings. baby nagini appearance! no mention of "y/n", actually just once. indirect mention of Dune by Frank Herbert! (Read Part 2 here!)
word count: 6,554
(trust i will never perfectly proofread my work at this point)
please reblog, like & comment ! my god. ive had major writers block. but hey...please talk to me...tell me how you feel!
You hurriedly made your way down to the dungeons after your last class. You were excited to see Tom. You hadn’t seen him throughout the day and that wasn’t too unusual. Actually it was quite normal, but today was your birthday.
Over the recent years, the celebrations dwindled for you. There was barely anyone who congratulated you, let alone acknowledged it. Everyone was so engrossed in their own hectic lives, including yourself. There was no place to blame. It was something you cared less and less about.
Although, this year would be different, you had Tom. You had someone! You had been together for a handful of months, though it felt much longer than that. It was difficult to tell when it was official, especially with Tom, he never wanted to make it known if it was exclusive or not. He was always hesitant, distant even.
There was a point where you couldn’t handle the pull and push games, so you would try to move on from him. You quickly found that after you went on dates, the other person would miraculously turn up injured or afraid to approach you the very next day. It was a very stern talk with Tom after that pattern emerged.
It was your first serious relationship, hell it was probably his too. You cared for him, and you were pretty sure he cared about you even if he wasn’t the best at showing it. You would even go so far as to try and even say you loved him. Tom always stopped you from talking about your feelings aloud especially if it pertained to himself.
You had been studying with Tom on some mundane day when he suddenly asked when your birthday was. You looked curiously at him, no one had asked about it in a long time, but you didn’t hold out on informing him. “Good. Clear your schedule that day. Let’s do something special, just us two. I want to celebrate the day you graced this forsaken planet. I want to do something for you.” That was almost a confession of love from him. You had nearly lunged at him across the table to smother him in kisses. Instead you just nodded and continued on your paper, with a not so subtle smile.
Ever since that day you felt excitement for your birthday to come. You had your own personal countdown going in your head.
...
Tom opened the door, you almost could see the faint smile he had, fade. “Oh, hey. What are you doing here?” He starts to close the door, not so subtly. Alarms go off in your head.
“What?” You place your hand on the door, counteracting his movement.
He doesn’t even fight it, letting you open it. “Invading my space I see..” He mutters, and takes a slight step back, you see Mattheo and Draco, with what looks like shot cups in their hands. Mattheo raises his other hand to greet you. “Doesn’t matter, we’re about to leave.”
“Oh?” You say dumbfounded. You look around the room subtly, maybe this was an idea of a joke. He was horrible with jokes. You really had expected him to be alone, so you were surprised. You try to shake off the feeling. “Where are you guys off to?” You ask blandly, waving to his younger brother and nodding to Draco.
“Hogsmeade. To drink.” Tom, looks out into the hall before closing the door and facing you.
“Hmm…really?” You walk towards his desk, picking up a random item and just looking at it from different angles. “And the occasion?” You almost rolled your eyes at the item.
Tom eyed your every movement. The corner of his lip twitched, but he maintained his usual bored expression. “Is having a reason a necessity to drink?”
Draco snorted, “someone’s in a sour mood.”
“Just curious.” You ignore Draco. You hated the feeling you got in your chest. It was as if a cold gust brushed up against your heart, scrunching it into a raisin. There was a pause. “Can I take Nagini out for a walk then?” You ask changing the subject, “you hardly ever let her bask in the sun.”
Tom’s eyes almost softened at the mention of his precious snake. He looked at Mattheo and Draco briefly before returning to look at you, “I suppose. Just be careful and don’t go out too far.”
You push past Tom to get to the dresser where Nagini’s enclosure was settled on top of. You smile at the rather little but chunky snake. “Hi Nini, let’s get you some fresh air. Just us two.”
Tom couldn’t help but love watching you talk to Nagini in that way, but it irritated the way you emphasized ‘just us two.’ Almost as if you were deliberately pushing him out. It was his snake.
“C’mon Tom. She’s just taking the snake for a walk. What? Think she’s going to run off with it?” Draco breaks the silence once more. Tom shot Draco a look that made him pour himself another shot and turn his whole body away. Mattheo nearly smacked him.
“Might just.” Your back was still turned towards them. You got on the tips of your toes so you could open up the top of the tank and let Nagini wrap herself around your hand and up your forearm. “Since he’ll be out drinking on no special occasion.” You nearly roll your eyes again, but you do snort.
Clenching his jaw at your snarky comment, the anger began to brew inside Tom. He was about to bite back until he was interrupted by Mattheo. “Alright, we’re going to miss happy hour.” His younger brother put a hand on his shoulder and practically dragged him out of the door. Tom pushed Mattheo’s hand away from him.
“Don’t get into trouble.” Tom turned around, looking at your back.
“Ditto.” You mutter dismissively, not turning to look at them. Your full attention on Nagini, stroking her soft under chin where she liked it the most. Still, your chest ached. You hear the door shut with a bit more force than usual, making you flinch.
While the guys walked to Hogsmeade, Tom’s mind began to race. He couldn’t explain why he felt so irritated at that moment. He suspected it might be because you came barging in and asking too many questions, already seeming accusatory.
You on the other hand had stayed in Tom’s room for just long enough to make sure you didn't bump into his group while you thought of a route to take Nagini on.
You sigh, leaving your bag, then walking out the door. You watched as the little snake peered around in the hall curiously, “when was the last time little Tommy fed you?” You ask. “Let’s get you a nice field mouse shall we?”
Nagini looked up at you, her long tongue flicking. She coiled herself in a way so she would be more comfortable in your arm. She hisses in a way which you assume would be to say ‘thank god someone is going to feed me soon.’
You open your eyes and lean up on your elbows when you hear a rustling. You watch as Nagini makes her way back to you, the blades of grass slightly parting as she comes along. Her middle was much more full than before after her free hunt. “Looks like you got a good one.” You smile when she lifts her head up. You set your hand down so she could climb back up onto you. You sigh.
Nagini seemed to study your face. As even a snake could tell that you were upset. She flicked her tongue out, giving a soft and sweet little hiss.
“Would it surprise you to know that it’s my birthday?” You ask, petting the top of her head. You noticed a bit of blood on her mouth, with your sleeve you wiped her clean. “Our Tommy said he would plan something for me today. But I guess it was a lie. Or he forgot.” You knew, he wasn’t one to easily forget.
Raising her head slightly, Nagini gazed with a mixture of knowing and sympathy. Especially when you mentioned Tom.
You shrug, looking off into the distance. You were running your finger from the top of her head to her belly. “I mean, I don’t expect anyone to do anything grand…or anything at all. Especially for me, my birthday. But…” Sitting up straight, you take a deeper breath, an attempt to self regulate. “Tom said he had wanted to do something for me, and just poof he forgot it was my birthday.”
Nagini seemed to pick up on the change in your tone. She looked up at you with concern in her little reptile eyes. She let out another soft hiss. Curling up tightly against your wrist like a bracelet, she seemed like she wanted to provide comfort in a way only a serpent was allowed to.
The sun finally settled and disappeared, “I mean… imagine if I could be like the sun? Disappear for a while.” You shift on your knees and carefully get up. “We should get going, without the sun you’re going to get terribly cold.” You hold open the pocket of your hoodie, carefully inserting your arm inside with her clinging on. You smiled as her head poked out, keeping a watchful eye on you as you walked back into the castle.
...
It got colder as we descended back into the dungeon. You heard familiar laughs and snickers. “Speak of the devil.” You whisper, sticking yourself in a darkened dip in the wall, waiting for the guys to pass.
Tom, Mattheo, and Draco were making their way back to the Slytherin common room after maybe a few too many drinks. They were all laughing and stumbling, holding onto each other for dear life.
They turned down the same hall where you were hiding, you could hear them getting closer. You dared to take a peek, Tom looked somewhat cheerful, happy even. You felt guilty with how much it irritated you. You couldn’t make out the snippets of their conversation, despite how loud they were being. It was much too slurred. You ducked back in the corner, turning your face away from the light so they wouldn't notice you as they passed. Once their footsteps were past you you turned back. Tom movements were replaced with one that is loose, that he rarely lets show, much too fluid. Clearly he was inebriated, not so precise. You watch as they disappear through the Slytherin common room door.
You felt Nagini nibble on your finger, pinching it. You almost let out a sound, silently cursing. You knew the reason why she had done that. She was growing impatient, uncomfortable. “Alright, alright I’ll go now.” As much as you really didn’t want to, Nagini needed to get back to the warmth. You didn’t want to see Tom, not now.
Stubbornly making your way through the same door, you watch as they clumsily go up the stairs to the dormitories. You tensed, sensing how Tom would feel upon noticing that Nagini wasn’t back in her tank yet. What about me? You thought, if he’d even care to notice that too.
You carefully and lightly tapped on his door, not wanting to take him by surprise again. Looking down at Nagini, she barely had her head out of your pocket. One little ember eye, peering back at you.
The door opened.
Tom looked at you with an annoyed look, as if he was trying to process your presence. He studied you, not saying anything, taking in the sight. His eyes landed on Nagini’s little head. Tom turned his head to look at the empty tank on his dresser. Seemingly like he totally forgot you had taken her. So unlike his usual self. He turned back to you, his features hardening.
You didn’t say anything back to him, you only glanced behind him. Mattheo and Draco were near to the point of wrestling to take over Tom’s bed. You barely touch him when you slide into his room.
Tom didn’t like that you wordlessly walked past him, watching as you pulled Nagini out of your pocket. How you pull open her habitat, how you softly smiled at her as she slithered back down. He felt a mix of annoyance and something else he couldn’t pinpoint.
“Thanks for listening.” You say to Nagini. She flicked her tongue out, as if saying ‘you’re welcome.’ You watched as she coiled up comfortably under the lamp, settling for a slumber. You turn around, Tom was still standing near the door. “What?” You feign obliviation, “have a nice night out?” You ask him, noticing how he is trying to disregard just how drunk he was. You could tell by how he kept slightly swaying on the balls of his feet. His eyes were slightly glossy.
He smirked, but internally he felt like you were almost accusing him, as if you were challenging him with that question. He didn’t like it. “Nawh da it’ss any of yourp buzzziness, but yes.” His voice came out more slurred than he expected, he shook his dead and tried to really focus on the oncoming ordeal. “I did have a nice night.” He tried again, successfully locking in.
“Ouch, okay then.” You hold your hands up defensively, saying ‘my bad for asking.’ “I had a nice night too. Thank you very much.” You hold back a snort.
“Oh, did you now?” Tom took a step closer to you, not amused by your attitude. “Do, pray tell, what did you do on this ‘nice night’.” His voice began to drip with sarcasm.
He set himself up for this. “Not that it’s any of your damn business.” You copy his own words, but you still respond to his question, “I watched the sunset with Nagini on my birthday.” You cross your arms tightly. In your peripheral vision you saw that Mattheo pushed Draco in a manner to shut up and pay attention.
Tom’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the mention of your birthday, realizing dawning on his inebriated mind. “It’s your birthday?” he repeated.
“Yes, Sherlock.” You look up at him annoyed.
“You don’t need to be such a smartass.” He looked down at you, amused with how you weren’t afraid of being a bratty with him. Amused, but alas, he didn’t like it. “I knew it was your birthday. I just forgot to mention it. Big deal.”
“Oof.” You dramatically grab at your chest in outward pain, as if you had been impaled, “clearly.” You were actually hurt, irritated with how he turned against his word that he wanted to plan something special. Fucking liar.
You had cleared yourself of your schedule, of course beside your classes. Tom would never let you miss a single one. You could have attended one of your many clubs. You could have had dinner for one. You could have just spent the day, so much better off than how it was turning out. Day wasted indeed. You would have been much happier even had you both just ended up studying in the library, not acknowledging that it was your birthday. At least then you would have spent it together. Not fighting.
Tom rolled his eyes at your gesture, “Oh, don’t be like that.” Words coming out a bit sharper than usual. Mattheo and Draco remained silent, eyes bouncing back and forth.
“I’m not, but whatever.” You shoulder bump him a bit roughly this time, walking towards the door.
Tom stumbled a bit as you went by, he was already unsteady by how much alcohol he’d consumed. Scowling he turned, “where do you think you’re going?!” He snapped.
“To my room, it’s just another day after all, hm? Just any other regular night.” You rolled your eyes despite him not being able to see it, your back was facing towards him. You didn’t dare look back or else you might actually break this careful facade. That it didn’t bother you as much as it really did.
“Oh, so now you’re going to just storm off like a petulant child?” He taunted, his jaw twitching. He wouldn’t admit it ever, but you definitely had a way of getting under his skin.
“Fuck off.” You whisper, grabbing your bag and sling it over your shoulder. “‘Night Draco, Matty.” You say just to point out that they were still there, and that Tom was making a scene in front of them.
Tom’s eyes narrowed as you completely dismissed him, while addressing the other two in the room. It started to crawl up to him, that he was basically being challenged in front of them. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Happy bir-” You heard Draco begin to say, before a muted thump followed. Mattheo had smacked the back of his head, clearly taking his older brother’s side. You ignore Tom’s comment while fighting the urge to just slam the door behind yourself, so instead you carefully clicked it shut.
Tom wasn’t one to chase after someone, but he did debate whether or not to go after you. Though, with his mind and body not being at peak condition, he struggled to make a decision.
You quickly went down the stairs and up the other side to the girl’s side of the dormitories. Your eyes began to sting. Merlin, why did I bother with Tom? You thought all the way to your room. We were such a weird couple, but he was even more odd by himself.
...
The next morning you headed off to breakfast as soon as you could just to avoid Tom. You went to your usual classes without so much notice, even taking different routes to each. Not wanting to risk bumping into him.
All that effort just for nothing since you shared the last class with Tom. It was one of the few classes you shared with him throughout the week. It was potions and Tom was your only partner, everyone else was too afraid of him to share the brewing table. But it was their loss, you two were the best in it. You hoped he would ruin his perfect attendance.
Class had begun and Professor Slughorn looked curiously at the empty spot next to you, but began anyway. The sliver of hope you had dissipated when you heard the door barely creak, virtually unnoticeable to anyone who isn't expecting it. You felt the hair on your arm prick as you continued to stare at the front of the class. It was Tom. Of course it was him. Who else? It was a stupid hope to have. Mr. Perfect. You look down to rearrange your station as Slughorn kept talking.
Tom made his way over to you, a shadow in the midst of his peers. Tom’s own irritation flared up once more at your sight, acting as if you hadn’t noticed his arrival. He took the spot next to you, his presence ever so looming. “Why are you avoiding me?” he didn’t hesitate to ask, voice low and slightly hoarse from the previous night's drinking.
You didn’t bother to look, nor answer him. You just pull out a vial from your pocket and push it to his side of the table. “Drink it.” You mutter.
Tom hated that you continued to refuse to address him directly. He looked down at the vial, already knowing what it was. Tom begrudgingly snatched it and downed its contents, trying his best to keep a neutral expression. He nearly slammed the empty vial back down.
Despite how pissed you were, you were glad he didn’t question what he just was ordered to drink. You snatched the empty vial back.
“Mr. Riddle, if you were trying to get answers from a person who is avoiding direct questions, what potion would you make them consume?” Professor Slughorn brought Tom’s attention forward, walking towards our station.
Now that the effects of the hangover subsided, thanks to you, Tom was able to return to his usual razor sharp focus. “Veritaserum, sir. The truth serum.” He replied without missing a beat.
“Correct. How can one counteract its effects Ms. [Y/L/N]?” Slughorn looked expectantly towards you.
“Taking an antidote or being a gifted Occlumens.” You curtley answer.
“Precisely!” He smiled wide, “how many know about Occlumency or Legilimency?” He turned to face the class as a whole. A few of the students raised their hands. Tom, of course, knew about both and was beginning to be well practiced in each, but he chose to not raise his hand.
Slughorn briefly explained both, before continuing the lesson. “The truth serum can be dangerous if used for the wrong purpose. Not only that! But it takes a month to brew, and it’s critical that the conditions must be right.” He laughed.
Tom glanced over at you, yet you weren’t giving him the time of day. He wished he didn’t vow to keep himself out of your mind. How ironic that Slughorn would bring up Legilimency. You were the only one who knew he could do it. He would use it to get to know you better, up until you realized how he was getting the information.
Tom so badly wanted to use this power at this moment to know how you were feeling. What was keeping you away from him, apart from his fuck up. He hated this. How you were being cold to him. He wanted to see your smile. He wanted to be the reason behind it.
“For today, I would like each table to develop a potion to your liking that could be an alternative to the antidote to Veritaserum.��� Slughorn pulled the chair at his desk so he could sit. “Once you present it to me, you are dismissed from today’s class.”
The class stirred with excitement. It was a rare opportunity to be able to work on their own potions, to experiment, and it was a bonus to be able to leave early.
Tom leaned slightly towards you, his voice low as he spoke. “Ideas?” He already had a couple, but he wanted to hear your voice. To follow your lead.
You closed your eyes briefly upon feeling his warm breath hit the side of your face. You almost hummed. “I don’t suppose you’d be able to sneak a wand in a scenario where you’d be forced into taking Veritaserum.” You began without looking at him so you didn’t notice how Tom’s shoulders slightly relaxed when you answered him. “Maybe something that will cause the same effects as Silencio. Something that could semipermanently shut the user’s mouth, or something to cause them to go mute.” You kept your voice low, it was a habit you two had. You both liked to keep your voices down so others wouldn't be able to follow your lead, to copy you. It almost felt like a regular day. Almost.
Tom raised an eyebrow, impressed by your slightly dark natured suggestion. He nodded, his mind already formulating ideas and ingredients based on your suggestion. “Temporary muteness could be useful. What about something to make their tongue swell? Might be quicker.”
“Quicker? More like risking the user in causing themselves to choke the whole time and eventually asphyxiate by blocking their own airway. So no.” You bent down to get your textbook, you hated using your textbook, usually you’d share Tom’s. He had amazing notes in the margins. Added pages dedicated to things he’d created and discovered by himself. It was incredibly helpful.
When he saw you open your own textbook, a small, almost unnoticeable smirk played on his lips at this decision of yours. He took his out and pushed yours out of the way. You roll your eyes, but open it up to the page you were looking for, “here this one.” You point at the page, shoving the book back towards him so he wouldn’t have to get in your space again. “Though, I think we can alter it. If you’re going to be in a situation where someone might dose you with Veritaserum…they can’t know that you will try to temper beforehand.” You explain, getting out the appropriate ingredients.
“Right. Something fast-acting. Imperceptible.” He nodded following where you were going. “Almost like a-”
“Tablet.” You both say in unison, causing you to look up at him before telling your body not to. Your eyes met, Tom’s softened immediately. You looked away, but you did feel the tips of your ears start to heat up.
“Yes, a tablet form instead of a clunky vial. It only takes a single drop of Veritaserum to work, and that’s a complex potion. So in theory, for something to just make you mute, you need even less of a dose.” You shrug, but it kind of made sense. “Even something small as a sprinkle on a cupcake could work.” You felt like Tom was about to interrupt you, but you didn’t allow it. Remembering a book you read once in which a character had a fake tooth that could release a poisonous gas to assassinate his enemy, if he were ever captured. “Something that the user can bite into at a given time, something that won’t dissolve until that moment.” You finish.
Tom was lightly drumming his fingers on the tabletop, “we’ll need some sort of binding agent.” You felt him look back at you.
“Yeah, don’t think about it too deeply. It’s kind of like making candy.” You finally say, it shouldn't be too complicated to do. Not at all. “We follow the regular steps, but then yes, add the binding agent at the end. Then figure out the correct dosage and then shape it.”
“We’ll need to test it.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you took it.” You snort.
“Very funny. You’d enjoy that wouldn’t you.” He grumbled, starting to handle the ingredients. But he actually was always the tester between the two of you. He didn’t dare make you take anything that could possibly make you sick or make you suffer through undesired effects if a potion was made incorrectly.
You begin to crush and roll some of the ingredients before adding it to the cauldron he had started. You become aware of how some of your peers were looking at you two. You look up, the majority seemed to still be at a loss to find something to brew for the assignment.
“Ignore them.” He muttered, his voice low. You nod, but it wasn’t a new thing. With how fast you and Tom worked, either in ideas or just brewing, people were jealous.
You conjured what looked like a piping bag, similar to what is used for pastries. “Do you remember what this is?” You dared to look up at Tom as he stirred the cauldron. It was a gamble to remind him of the muggle world.
Only his eyes moved to look over at you, “Of course I know what it is, id-” He almost called you an idiot but stopped himself, remembering how you aren’t on the best terms currently.
Your eyes narrow at him, “Well once the potion is finished, and after you add the binding, pour it in the bag and i’ll do the rest. I have a much steadier hand.”
He was going to challenge you, but it was nearly a fact. He was nearly always buzzing with anger that it minutely affected his movements. You had more of a delicate touch than him. The cauldron began to simmer, the liquid taking on almost a metallic appearance. He whispered something into the cauldron to let it rapidly cool down. He held the cauldron out towards the bag you held, “are you sure?”
“Pour it, Riddle.” With that, he did. The potion slid down slowly like honey, already coming together.
Professor Slughorn went to your station in curiosity, he didn’t ask anything, just watched. Once Tom pulled the cauldron away, you leaned in to tie the bag off and squeeze its contents towards the narrow end, cutting the tip off with a knife. With a steady hand, you start to make small steady rows on the surface of the work top. You heard Slughorn finally ask what you were doing, Tom briefly explained while you concentrated.
Tom looked away from Slughorn, watching you with satisfaction.
Since they were so small, the rows dried quickly. Tom handed you a small jar, just as you finished scraping them off the work top. They really did look like silver sprinkles. You gathered and poured them into the jar, returning the lid. Tom took it from your hands, slapped a label and handed it over to the professor. Not before holding a single small tablet, Tom was already anticipating Slughorn’s question if the little wonder worked or not.
You watch as Tom placed the tiny tablet between his front teeth, showing Slughorn and the class, who was now watching, before biting into it and swallowing. He opened his mouth to show it was gone. He made a motion that he cleared his throat, then his lips parted, as if he was explaining something, but not a single sound came out.
“Fascinating!” Slughorn said excitedly, looking down at his own personal jar Tom had given him, he held it up. “Class! Class!” He turned and explained to the class what you both had done once more. Returning to look at the pair of you, “I have to say, this is certainly ingenious.”
“Thank you professor.” You reply for the both of you. Tom still wouldn’t have said it if he wasn’t under the muted effects.
“You two are free to go off, just clean up yourselves.” He waved off, still saying how amazing it is to himself. You couldn’t help but smile and look at Tom, almost forgetting how mad you were at him.
Tom, on the other hand, began to feel a mix of frustration at his inability to speak. He looked at you with a slight glare, but it lessened when he saw your smile. Tom cleaned the station up with a flick of his wand. Then thought about the way you worked together so effortlessly. He bent down grabbing your bag and handing it to you. Your skin brushed against each other, his cold touch lingered on your skin like a searing burn. A stark contrast. You both went out the door, unsuccessfully avoiding the looks of the remaining classmates who longed to be dismissed early.
The hall was empty, with all the other classes still in session. Tom wanted to say something in the silence, but was forced to simply look at you with mixed emotions. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he eyed you.
You look up at him, “I kind of like this, you all quiet and moody. Instead of being snappy and moody.” You shake your head, “we just had to give away all the tablets we made huh? Shoot.” You snicker, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
He rolled his eyes, letting out a huff of air, mouthing ‘shut up.’
“I don’t recall what the recipe said about how long the effects last? A couple of minutes? An hour? Hours? Days? Weeks?” You walk past him.
Tom pushed himself off the wall and followed you. Hating how he couldn't respond to your irritating commentary. You looked at him. ‘Hours.’ You read his lips again.
“Shame.” You respond by climbing up the steps. Your mind went back to last night, and you slowly began to get agitated. You sighed. Despite how badly you wanted to shut down, and shut him out. It was unhealthy to the relationship.
He easily kept his pace next to you, his eyes occasionally glancing at you. He saw the shift in how your body got rigid. Tom knew he needed to apologize, to try and fix the mess he made. He was caught up in his own thinking, his eyes widened when he felt you pull at his robe, guiding him to sit with you at a fountain.
“I’ll be fully taking advantage of this opportunity that you can’t talk. Okay? Okay.” You took a deep breath. You had to be the bigger person and try to explain your feelings. Why were we so terrible at it? Tom’s jaw clenched, sitting there silently, waiting for you to begin. Trying to steel himself for an expected onslaught.
“You were a massive jerk last night, Tom.” You say upfront, crossing your own arms. “A complete asshole, especially in front of Mattheo and Draco. This should have stayed private.”
He felt the irritation grow at your straightforwardness, but he appreciated it. He knew you were right, there was not a single thing he did that wasn’t out of line. He shifted uncomfortably, nodding. It was a conversation he couldn’t escape. A conversation that you both needed to have. Tom let out a frustrated breath.
“It was my birthday…” You say it much gentler in contrast. You unfold your arms, reaching one hand down to graze the flowing water of the fountain. “I hate telling people about my birthday, because I don’t think it's something that should be celebrated.” You felt your chest ache again.
Tom’s own heart sank, no it is something to be celebrated. He wanted to say.
“You said you wanted to do something, just us two.” You continued playing with the water. “I was looking forward to it for once.” You felt Tom shift, you saw him carefully gripping the edge of the fountain tightly. He wanted to desperately reach out to you, but he resisted.
“So when I…when I went up to your dorm and saw Mattheo and Draco there…or how you were surprised to see me or saying that it didn’t matter…that despite there being no occasion, you were going to get shit faced..” You rambled, unsure if you were making any sense at your recollection of the events. You stole a glance at him before turning back to look at the water. “It hurt my feelings.”
The guilt was starting to take a hold of Tom, his breathing became ragged, he desperately wanted to say something. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. But what could he say to you? No one ever celebrated his birthday. Though he didn't care about it.
“But it felt even worse…hearing you say that you did know it was my birthday, but that you just forgot to mention it.” You snort, “like it was just some other day. Some regular day.” You hate that your voice almost betrayed you by cracking. “I mean…it kind of is.. Nothing really to celebrate..but still.. I told you about it Tom. You gave me your empty words.”
That hit him like a ton of bricks. He really had brushed aside your special day. He wanted to say it was a mistake, that it didn’t really mean anything with his intoxicated state. But he couldn't even convince himself, so how would he convince you? Tom stared at his own hands, his knuckles white from gripping the edge.
“So..yeah..you jerk..” You take a few deep breaths, closing your eyes. An attempt to get yourself together. You look up at him, you pull your hand out of the water and flick him with the droplets. “Also feed Nagini some more, I took her to hunt for field mice but she ended up taking a bird I think. Her belly was huge.”
He gave you a confused look when you also brought up his dear snake, wiping the water off his face.
“So now that I got that off my chest, I wish you could say something back.” You confess. “It’s kind of awkward just having you be brooding there.”
Tom’s mouth opened once more, thinking sheer willpower will counteract the effects of the pill he took. He wanted to apologize, to explain himself, to make you understand his stupid, stubborn, and selfish mindset. He hated this feeling…the feeling of having no control. He hurt you.
“Maybe we…we should maybe take a..” I lingered on the thought.
Tom knew what you were going to say, and he didn’t like it. The idea of taking a break, of giving you space, made his heart twist with dread. He didn’t know if it was truly a break or something definite. Tom couldn’t risk being without you, not now, not ever. But he knew that you needed space to process your feelings. He had no other choice but to stare at you.
You finally looked at him, he just sat there, his expression giving nothing away. Making it hard to tell what he was thinking. He was always so goddamn blank. Cold. He was a shell of a person sometimes but - “God Tom, I know you can’t talk but…but show me something..anything..” Your voice finally broke. “Hug me, touch me.. At least try and reach out to me..” You pleaded.
His eyes rounded at the sound of your voice, the raw vulnerability in it. He scooted closer to you, his body tense. He didn’t want to hurt you further. Tom hesitantly reached out his hand, his fingers trembling with built up emotion. He tentatively touched your shoulder, patting it awkwardly. As if he was a stranger asking her to move over.
Your eyes fluttered at his touch, you looked at the point of impact. You’ve been together for how long now? And this was all you got when you tried to bring up the idea of taking a break. A hesitant touch. As if you were going to shatter, break even further. It irritated you, knowing Tom wouldn’t have done it if you hadn't asked him to. The idea hurt. He definitely would have just stayed gripping the stone if you didn’t call him out on his behavior. “Tom…” You whimpered.
Tom’s heart sank even further at the sound that came out of your mouth. The raw pain cutting through his exterior. Why had he needed to be prompted to show kindness, especially to you? His fingers finally gripped your arm, his touch becoming more possessive, as if pleading with you to not distance yourself from him.
The sounds of footsteps, creaking doors, laughter, and sighs began to erupt. The sounds of classes being dismissed for the day. Tom immediately reacted by pulling his hand away because God forbid him being caught in public showing any minute sign of affection. His hand was back at his side in a millisecond. His usual emotionless expression firmly in place as he avoided looking at you. He couldn’t face you.
The reaction made your heart cease to exist. You shook your head, getting up quietly yet swiftly, rushing in the direction of the dungeons. Leaving Tom at the fountain. You disappear with the rush of students who were thrilled to start their weekend plans. Everyone was too excited to notice the tears rolling down your cheeks at a rapid pace.
Tom had cracked his neck to watch you for as long as he could, his own heart heavy. His feet were like lead, completely rooting him in place. All he could do was sit there, feeling the weight of his stupidity.
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friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt. 10
pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami
synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.
warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)
a/n: wow here's me with a fast part out! im already working on part 11 so don't you worry! i believe i tagged everyone who requested to, but pls feel free to yell at me in my askbox if i missed you! next chapter is gonna be... fun ;) just wanna say, your replies/reactions/reblogs make my heart sing and it makes me smile lots
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December | Tokyo, Japan | Sunday
You woke up to the sounds of coughing and beeping.
The subtle creaks of wheels being rolled, with voices left and right, both tones of urgency and concern. Through your blurred image, you knew for a fact you were no longer home. Lights brighter than the moon blinded you from above. You decide to use your hands to give you context, feeling this holed yet weighted blanket covering your body. As you moved, you felt wires tickle your arms, with some tugging from restriction.
“What…” you murmur to yourself, groaning in pain. The moment you shifted for comfort was when you realized you were in the hospital. Gurneys are as unforgeable to your back as spikes, and even then you’d probably respect the spikes more. They don’t pretend to not be uncomfortable. Finally rubbing your eyes, you look around, finding Nanami right beside you, eyeing your drip that was overhead you. “Nana…?”
It was almost consequential whenever you said his name. Once he hears your voice, those enticing hazel eyes find their way to burn into your own. Although you felt much better, the sudden pressure of his gaze forced a few coughs out of you. Seeing this, Nanami quickly held your forearm, his expression dressed with concern.
“Are you still feeling unwell?” Nanami asks quickly. “Should I call for a nurse?”
You shake your head, waving your free hand weakly, “I feel fine, please.” You begin to adjust yourself to sit up, noticing as Nanami stood up in order to hold you by your elbows. Rough, calloused hands delicately assist you as you sit yourself up. The faint, nauseating feeling you had prior to going unconscious vanished. “Thank you,” you murmur, quietly clearing your throat which was in long desire for some hydration.
“Ah, here.” Nanami reached over for a water bottle by the provided table, snapping the cap open while slowly passing it to you. You grab the bottle from him and begin to down it, the cooling relief surfing down your throat. Few streams of water escape from your lips, feeling the cold sensation go down your jaw and neck. But, it is kindly wiped away from a napkin, as Nanami dabs it dry. “Don’t drink so hastily, Y/N. You’re not in a rush anywhere, are you?”
“Yes I am,” you hiss after finishing half the water. “I need to go home. Now.”
“Y/N, you’re running a 39.4°C (103°F) fever, and you were incredibly dehydrated,” Nanami says in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone. He tugs carefully at your IV drip, “this is your third bag.”
You cross your arms over your chest and look away with a stubborn hmph. As you distantly looked towards the window and into the Tokyo night, you realized immediately that Nanami brought you to the hospital. Meaning, he was there when you passed out. Also meaning that… his confession may have been part of your fever. Perhaps the delusion of his confession may have just been a dream. Or a sweet nightmare.
“What happened?” You pondered quietly, anticipating that he’d answer your indirect question.
“You fainted,” Nanami answered curtly. Go figure. “So I brought you to the hospital immediately.”
You look over at him, seeing the earnesty in his face. You sucked your teeth mentally, knowing you couldn’t get mad at him over this. “Well… thank you, Nanami kacho. I’m really sorry for the trouble as well.”
Nanami shakes his head, “it’s absolutely no trouble. ‘M just glad you’re awake and well. The doctors were able to calm down that fever pretty quickly, and they simply said you needed more water and rest.”
You nod slowly, “work has been doing a number on me. I might schedule a vacation after the holiday, if that’s alright with you, kacho.”
Nanami, through an annoyed sigh from how you’re addressing him, gives a reluctant nod, “you’ve been working hard this last year. Consider it approved.”
“Thank you,” you let out.
After a moment of silence, Nanami leans forward in his chair, anxious thumbs twiddling around one another. “Y/N, if I may ask… do you remember anything prior to you going unconscious?”
You stare at him pensively, trying to recall memories in his brown eyes. “I remember you coming over with vegetables,” you begin, “and then you were making me soup– oh my god, the soup! Did you–!”
“It’s completely off, don’t worry,” Nanami reassures you. You quickly hold your chest, the sudden panic making your heart go off. “Anything else?”
He was trying to itch it out of you. “I believe that was it,” you say quickly, “everything else… I think it was just in my head.”
“Like a dream?” Nanami continues.
You nod, “it must have been. The last thing I remember is us on the couch, and you telling me something…” Your cheeks go warm again.
Nanami’s eyes narrow on your expression, curious as to what caused it. “Do you remember what I said?”
Your eyes dart at him, your nerves collecting. You had much more energy than before, sure, but that doesn’t neglect how lightheaded you were from everything. “Um,” you hesitate. You didn’t want to bring it up and embarrass yourself more than you already have. First 2 rejections, and now having to recount something that you were very confident did not happen. “Well, in my mind… I think you were trying to confess to me.”
Nanami nods, “I wasn’t trying to; I did.”
You blink a few times, your mind going blank. Mindlessly, you pinched your forearm, letting out a pained hiss. Nanami quickly holds your damage-dealing hand and looks at you puzzled. “Sorry,” you begin quietly, “I sort of lost my mind there. Sorry to ask you to repeat yourself, but can you say that one more time for me?”
“You were not dreaming, Y/N,” Nanami says forwardly, “I like you.”
The words were golden, but they didn’t reflect with that metallic shine. Your heart jumped for joy, but it was tied down with light weights. This confession, his words… it didn’t quite feel right. Not that you have experience being confessed to, but this didn’t feel like in the dramas you binged at 1 A.M.
You squint at him, skepticism drowning the air. You adjust yourself, facing him as best as you could with the most serious look on your face. Even Nanami looked surprised at your sudden change. “Nanami, you like me?”
Nanami looks at you, feeling as though this was a test, “yes…?”
“Why?” You asked combatively.
But this is a dream come true, no? To be confessed to, to have feelings reciprocated by the man you like and admire so much. To hear him say, ‘I like you,’ and happily begin to date. It was what you wanted, right before your very eyes. But… it didn’t feel as dreamy as it did in your head. He had rejected you twice– what change of heart could a man possibly have so quickly?
“Why do I like you?” Nanami reiterates. You nod. “Well, as you pointed out before, it is not shocking for coworkers to get along so well that they become romantically affiliated.”
“Nanami, that’s in general,” your tongue sharply starts, “with that logic, you could have liked any person you have worked with in the past. My question is why do you specifically like me?”
Nanami’s cheeks hold a peach hue, with a lump in his throat. In this space, with your aura, it felt like an interrogation. Your eyes burned into his soul, and he knew no doctor here could relieve him of such intensity. “W-well, firstly, your eye for detail and how meticulous you are in your work is definitely one reason.”
“Sure,” you hum, unconvinced, “anything else?”
Nanami starts to feel cold, “and, I appreciate that you listen to instructions exactly the way it’s told. You even exceed my expectations and do more than what I tell you.”
“Nanami, I’m sorry,” you tilt your head like a confused dog, “are you trying to tell me that you like me because I do good work?”
“W-well,” Nanami tries to keep his cool, looking down shamefully at his hands. “I’ve never liked someone before. So, forgive me if my standards are… unique.”
“They are unique, I can give you that,” you begin, disappointment laced in your words, “but with what you’re saying… It means that I’m not really unique.”
“That’s simply not true,” Nanami immediately tries to disagree, but you bring him to a complete halt. You raise your hand to him, shutting him up silently. Putting your hand down, you look at him with a sheepish smile.
“Nanami,” you say before letting out a deep, exhausted sigh. “Don’t feel obligated to like me as an attempt to restore how we once were with one another. It’s adding insult to injury, and you don’t have to do that to yourself, either.”
His face goes pale, “but I do like you.”
“So why didn’t you say so before?”
“I already told you; I didn’t realize before,” Nanami’s hands hold onto the corner of your bed, his fingers desperately denting into the barely-foamed mattress.
“So… you didn’t know you liked me,” you began slowly, “and conveniently, you realized you like right after breaking my heart. Am I right?”
“Y/N, you’re taking this out of proportion,” Nanami hums. He quickly adjusts the surrounding curtains, closing all the gaps to mimic some sort of privacy. Taking a seat once more, he looks over to you and raises his eyebrows. “I would never pretend to like someone in order to spare their feelings. That would be a waste of my time.”
“But you like me for lame reasons,” you huff quietly, “you like that I’m a really good assistant to you. That I do my job well, that I don’t require more than a simple instruction. I’m useful, convenient. You like me because I’m doing you a service that you’re literally paying me for.”
“That’s not true,” Nanami counters, “I refused every single assistant until you.”
“Because you’ve eavesdropped and practically did your research on me,” you pointed out. Oh, how eavesdropping got us here…
“You know exactly how I am, Y/N,” Nanami argues quietly. He sits back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. “I do not accept anything less than what should be standard. You exceed that standard, and I’ve had no regrets accepting you as my assistant.”
“If your big reason for liking me is because of the way I work, then I’m not interested,” you reply briefly. “You know nothing else about me besides my work ethic, which is only one part of me.”
Nanami looks at you, uncertain what else to say. You had your arms crossed above your own chest, looking distantly into the cold night. He was taken aback by your cold, avoidant demeanor. It was almost like you didn’t want to accept the reality. But, Nanami had a strong feeling that pressing it would make you shell up even more.
“Let’s be forward with one another,” Nanami says in a low tone. “We seem to go in this back and forth that’s a bit confusing. Why are you upset with me? We… now share the same sentiment.”
You look over at him, seeing the woe and worry in his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt in your heart. But you have to remember that your feelings were hurt first. You did the confessing, you took the rejection(s), and you did all the crying. Just because he was saying the things you wanted to hear doesn’t mean it was well timed.
“I don’t accept your confession,” you say simply. “If you didn’t realize you had feelings for me, that means there was a chance where you would have never realized it, and all this would have never happened.”
Nanami looks into your eyes, confidence standing its ground but wavering. He didn't know what to do. Though he knew he liked you, the points you brought up were irrefutable. Though he found you to be beautiful, and appreciated your thoughtfulness, he knew nothing about you or your past. And, with how defensive you now were, Nanami wasn’t too sure that he’d be able to delve into you like a swimmer diving in water.
But, he will absolutely traverse your waters, one way or another. Afterall, he’s a businessman.
“Then what is your offer?” Nanami begins, weaving his fingers between one another. He leaned into you, his head going over the gurney fencing.
“My offer?” You ask, a reticence on your tongue.
“You’re my woman of trade,” Nanami explains, “so, how much time do I have to persuade you that I like you?”
You feel your cheeks burn, “eh?”
“Give me an amount of time to convince you,” Nanami repeats himself, conviction being repaired in his words. “However long it takes, I’ll make it happen. I’ll make us happen.”
You immediately shake your head, “no.”
“Please?” Please? You raised your eyebrows, looking at Nanami. His usual empty scowl was softened, his hazel eyes shining like dew. You could tell he was at his wits end, unsure what else he could do.
As he silently pleaded, you felt a vibration sound on the table where your water bottle is. You look over, noticing your phone case. He follows your eyes and passes the phone to you. Quickly checking it, you casually skimmed an email notification and let out a curt sigh. You lift your head, and meet his eyes once more.
“You have until the end of the Holiday Party,” you offer simply, “but nothing dramatic or theatrical.”
Nanami stares at you, seeing if you were kidding or taking back your words. But you sat solemn. He nods, licking his bottom lip quickly to keep him from smiling. He brings his hand to you.
“Deal?” He says firmly. It felt like he was working, and for a moment even you were worried. Though you were confident in Nanami’s lack of sensibility, you couldn’t deny his businessman tactics and mind.
You slowly place your hand in his, and you feel him gently squeeze your hand. “D-deal.”
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Dichotomy of the Elements
Coming up with the actual elements are easy and difficult. Some, they were easy like Fire, Ice, and Bubble because they were obvious, but I had to crack my head for the next two, Electric especially. Spring was one of the ideas I had, but I didn't use it because of time constraints, and I noticed that Mario probably didn't enjoy being bound by a coil.
I did not intend to have Mario and Wario have indirect interactions, yet the cartoon very clearly makes it easy to assume that the interacted. So, like Mario looked like he's blowing bubbles and then Wario's caught in one of the bubbles. If I were to make them interact, things would've looked different, like maybe Wario facing the other way when he's burned, and Mario's perspective wouldn't be viewed as an above shot. I guess the outcome is a happy accident, since it makes the cartoon better that way.
Thank you for reading.
Bonus panel:
Originally, the sequence was reversed. As in, it was originally Wario asking Mario if he could allow him to be in his games before fainting. This is one instance where I found that the other way around fits the sequence better, but there is a remnant where you might be able to see the original flow, which is basically Mario's posing. Were I to originally plan this sequence from the start, Mario would've faced Wario.
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Quiet morning together - Jax x Reader
CW(s): suggestive talk, indirect implications towards the two of you being nude but left up to your decision, same goes for any hanky panky the night before, soft fluff A/N: I want to write so many things after these latest episodes but nothing has sparked in my mind and I'm sad... so have this random soft moment together that I've forced myself to write to try and get the creative juices flowing. (I haven't written in so long, I'm so rusty...)
Neither of you has ever been a morning person but unlike a certain someone. You can push through it and get yourself out of bed in a timely fashion.
Except today.
Today is one of those days… Jax’s arms wrapped snugly around you, barely giving you an ounce of space to yourself as his long leg is draped over yours, keeping you trapped in bed. The soft fur from his face tickled your neck as he nuzzled closer, burying his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. One of his ears flopped over your face like an eye mask.
You don’t have the energy to say anything, nor do you make any attempts to move even if your arm is falling asleep under his lithe form laying on it. This scene has happened enough times for you to know that Jax is awake and doing this on purpose to keep you in bed with him—luckily for him, you have nowhere to be today and no rush to get out of bed.
Despite the tingling in your arm that he’s lying on, you raise your hand far enough to brush your fingers over the nape of his neck. The warmth of his soft fur radiating against your fingertips, it’s something you still don’t understand but you’ve learned not to question it by this point.
A quiet purr makes its way out of Jax as you run your fingers through his fur, your fingers knowing just where to scratch to relax him. And of course, in good Jax fashion, he can’t let you get the one up on him. Jax tightens his hold around your body, pulling you impossibly close like he’s trying to fuse the two of you, and presses the weight of his body halfway onto you.
You let out a quiet grunt at his weight and tangled your fingers in the fur of his nape, giving a brief tug. “Jax…” There’s no venom to your words if anything, his name is just a sigh on your lips and Jax greedily soaks up his name from your mouth.
Jax mumbles your name in response, a soft breathy yawn leaving him right after as he affectionately nuzzles his forehead close to your ear. The leg draped over yours shifts, his calf and ankle hooking around your legs to pull them closer and tangle between his legs.
“How long do you plan on keeping us in bed, cottontail?” You can feel where Jax’s nose would be scrunched up against your skin. Despite his protests of the nickname you can’t help but feel he’s come to like it—at least from you.
The lithe rabbit man lets out a pathetic, dramatic whine right into your ear before responding. “C’mon… who cares if we waste the whole day here? Oh right,” he pauses and feigns a panicked tone. “We’ll miss work! Can’t have a cut in our paycheck, how will we ever survive?!”
Even if he can’t see it, you roll your eyes and pinch his ear. A soft yelp leaves him as he brushes your hand away from his ear and finally looks at you with his usual shit-eating grin. “Oh, right. We don’t need that here.”
His tone is soft and playful, but you can hear the underlying sadness in his voice. You reach up with your free hand and pet the fur on his face in different directions, letting you see his full, unobstructed face—shit-eating grin and all.
Jax lets out a soft hum, accompanied by a faint purr as you brush his fur in place. “Look at that, personal grooming and I didn’t even have to request it.”
His tone was smug as you finished grooming his face, your hand lingered on his cheek as a grin made its way to your lips. “You know most animals only let others that they are close to or trust a lot to groom them.” Jax goes stiff in your hold, refusing you meet your eyes. “So it’s good to know this little bunny trusts me so much to groom him.”
He lets out a soft snort and shoves his face into your chest, rubbing his face left and right as you laugh, chest rising and falling as he tries to undo all your hard work.
“Hey! Now I have to do that all over again, brat.”
You push his head away and manage to slip your arm out from under him, using both hands to keep his head still as you redo all of that hard work brushing his fur neatly.
“Oh, boo hoo.” He says sarcastically, though this time he doesn’t try to stop or impede on your mission of fixing his fur.
At some point the two of you shifted, your hands brushing through the fur of his face to working on the rest of his head and down to his neck and upper chest, taking care of any miraculous tangles that formed through the night. Jax now lies on his side, head propped up with his hand as he stares at you focusing so intently on the fur of his chest. Several dirty jokes bounced around his head but he kept his mouth shut—for once—and simply relaxed under your touch.
Your legs were still tangled with his as you moved alongside him to lay on your side, the blanket slipping down to your hips as you worked. His hand eventually found a home on your hip, keeping the blanket from slipping further but also keeping you in place close to him.
“Any lower and that’s gonna be a whole new “waking up”, toots.”
You don’t have to look at him to know he’s got that smug grin on his face and give the fur on his chest a sudden sharp tug. He hisses and reaches a hand up to pull yours from his chest and holds it. “Ouch, not so rough in the morning.”
“That’s not what you’ve said before.” You grumble softly, already tired of his shenanigans and the two of you haven’t even gotten out of bed.
Jax lets out a musical hum in response as he pulls the two of you closer and guides your head to his rest on his chest. “Touché.”
The two of you lay like that for god knows how long, simply basking in the artificial warmth of one another, your head slowly bobbing against his chest with every unnecessary breath.
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geto sugurus the type. drabble
sugurus the type to: stares at you lovingly while you bicker with friends, he's manspread on the couch while you and gojo argue about stupid things but he can't help but stare at you while you argue.
sugurus the type to: put his large hands on the small of your back to navigate you in a crowded area and to gently move you from being in people's way
sugurus the type to: play with his hair when he's stressed, if his hair was flying freely he'd run his hand throught it when somethings irritating him.
sugurus the type to: get you your favorite fast food without you knowing, and he gets it when you crave it the most so you always end up so happy when he comes to your apartment with it in his hand.
sugurus the type to: help you with any science related subject because he's so good at it somehow.
sugurus the type to: not care about a so called 'indirect kiss' he'll drink from the same can as you, bite the same food as you off the same spoon or fork even if yall were friends. (But if he was in his villain era, he'd probably chop you up real good cause he doesn't wanna kiss no monkey😋)
sugurus the type to: hide his feelings when he's down, and he's really good at it, but you're even better at detecting even a slight change in his mood.
sugurus the type to: get matching earrings and tattoos with you if you have any.
sugurus the type to: indirectly put you in some intimate positions even when you're both friends, he'd lie his head in your chest or stomach while on your phone or
he'd be the type to: cage you into a position with his hands leaning on a desk that your back was leaning on and his hands are located near your waist leaving you with no room to escape.
sugurus the type to: notice any slight different change in your body, like many you suffer from seizures or fainting, it's like he has a 7th sense and can tell when somethings off about you.
sugurus the type to: have a period blood tracker on his phone to track your flow and bring you food that could help ease the cramps.
sugurus the type to: read a bedtime story to you and you'd fall asleep immediately.
sugurus the type to: hate going to bed after a argument you and him had, he overthinks too much so he just can't go to sleep without making things right between you two.
sugurus the type to: flirt and tease you if you easily get flustered but doesn't go overboard with it.
sugurus the type to: occasionally text you, check up on you, and over all know of your well-being.
sugurus the type to; play roblox with you and help you harasse and troll little kids
sugurus the type to:walks on the outside part of the sidewalk while you walk on the inside.
#jjk x reader#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru x you#jujutsu kaisen fluff#suguru x you#suguru x y/n#suguru x reader#suguru geto x you
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top 5 draco/harry characterizations in fic? <3
Thank you my darling citrus! It was really fun to put this list together and acknowledge all the different types of characterization I enjoy, where they converge and differ. I had so much fun doing this and I’d love to know your top 5 too 👀
Draco:
Astolat’s Slytherin Draco: Heal Thyself + Slithering
Blamebrampton’s Hero Draco: And Save Me From Bloody Men + A Young Radical's Guide to Love
Ignatiustrout’s Muggle Draco: Here’s the Pencil, Make it Work + Faint Indirections
Quirky Draco: What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym
Pining Draco: Unfinished Business by cupiscent
Bonus: Unredeemed Draco: Reparo by amalin
Harry:
Smitten Harry: Far From the Tree by aideomai (Draco is also brilliant here)
Emotionally stunted Harry: Such Great Heights by aideomai
Depressed Harry: Modern Love by @tackytigerfic
Melancholic Harry: Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight
BAMF Harry: The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered
Bonus: dark Harry: Magpie by @corvuscrowned
ask me my top 5/10 anything!
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Happy Hour
Part 1 to the Sharing is Caring series
Frankie Morales x F!reader free-use with the triple frontier boys
Summary: Frankie loves using and abusing his free-use pass with you. He’s got no problem introducing it to the rest of the guys.
Warnings: Exhibitionism, Voyuerism, Cucking, free use, unprotected sex, male masturbation, oral m-receiving, assisted masturbation, using beer bottles as dildos, indirect pussy eating (?), slight breeding kink, language
18+ ONLY
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Frankie invited the boys over for the summer kickoff Barbecue in your backyard. You spent all day preparing snacks and side dishes, setting up yard games and helping clean the pool, all the while getting praises by Frankie who found every opportunity to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you all over.
"You get enough beer for tonight?" He asks, nuzzling his nose against your neck, pressing kisses over your shoulder.
"Yup. I almost cleared out the shelf. You boys gonna have a good time, I’ll take care of everything else.” You lay your hand over top his which were caressing your lower tummy affectionately.
With how busy things had been getting recently, you wanted Frankie to get together with his friends again. He had thrown you such a wonderful girls night-in when you had your girl friends over last month, so making sure he and his buds were well taken care of tonight was your top priority.
“I think you'll have some fun too."
Frankie continues to nip at your exposed skin, his hand drafting up to the exposure of your off-shoulder frilly blouse, tugging it down with one finger. "Frankie, stop, I'm still cooking."
He ignores you, slipping his hand inside the elastic band and palming your breast, his hips pinning yours to the counter as he rubbed his hard-on against your ass. "Gonna do everything I ask of you tonight, aren't you?" His breathes huskily into your ear.
You remained tight lipped, unsure of what he had planned tonight, but having some ideas as to the sexual acts he'll want to get away with. You felt heat pool in your lower stomach at the idea of fucking in the powder room while the boys were outside, or having him finger you under the table while they ate. He's been pushing his free-use license further and further, making you simultaneously nervous and excited at how far he intends to use you for his pleasure.
"They'll...be here... any minute..." you whine, your body caving in to his touches as you breathe heavier. You feel his fat fingers dip below your naval, through the lining of your skirt and down your panties, fingering your clit softly to work your arousal.
"Nothing they haven't seen before, baby mamma," he groans. He removed his hand from between your thighs, bringing its stickiness up to dance on your lips. Your mouth happily parts at the intrusion and suck your arousal from his digits. He lifts your skirt above your hips, splaying your panty-clad ass on display, his lips never leaving your neck or cheek.
"Not a baby mamma yet, that's your job to make happen remember?" You smile, turning your head to lock your lips together. You feel a tap on your thigh and lift your leg to aid in his removal of your panties. He stuffs them into the back pocket of his jeans.
"I'm keeping these, need you nice and wet for us tonight."
The doorbell rings, and Frankie backs away from you abruptly, leaving you wide eyed, back now cold. The faint breeze from the open window whistling under your skirt and between your damp, exposed pussy. "Us?"
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Frankie greets each of the guys with a long awaited hug as they enter your home together. You tried to act like you're not dripping between your thighs as you kiss and cautiously hug each of them. It was Benny who scooped you up in his arms and twirled you around, your skirt lifting enough to show the lower half of your bare ass.
Santi bit his lip at the sight. “Keeping Fish good company I hope?” He asks as Benny set you down with a fat kiss to your cheek.
You hastily bring your skirt lower, tugging it down. “It’s been pretty smooth sailing since the wedding, hasn’t it?”
Frankie's hand skims the back of your rear, hand lifting your skirt back up over the side of your thigh, pulling you in to him like a little prize, fully well knowing everyone got a good look at you. “It’s been more than great,” he says. You could help but blush at the way he beamed at you with adoration. "Beer anyone?"
They pile into the backyard, sorting through the cooler of assorted bottles and cans while you sift through the kitchen drawers for an opener. You could overhear indistinguishable chatter from the group, their occasional glances back towards you in the house.
"Found it!" You call out, skipping out to the yard. "Let me," you offer, grabbing each beer from their hand and popping off the lid.
"Sweet of you, baby, thank you." Frankie kisses the side of your head. Then his voice changes an octave lower, whispering lowly into your ear: "Go sit on the chair right there and put your heels on the seat."
You shiver, pulling away to stare back at him incredulously. His face told you he wasn't playing, that this was the first of many things he'd be asking of you tonight. You gulp and did as he said, settling uncomfortably in the plastic lawn chair and bringing your knees up to your chest, desperate to keep your ankles together and closed so everyone couldn't see right your bare pussy behind your ankles.
Frankie leans next to you, bottle in hand. "Don't be shy. Spread 'em."
Your face felt hot red as Benny, Will, Santi and Frankie eyes bore down on your anxious figure. You muster up your courage and boldly spread your legs wide, skirt falling from your thighs entirely to your hip, glittering cunt now open wide for the entire backyard.
Benny whistles lowly. "Never gonna get tired of that pretty view. Damn. Lucky bastard.”
Frankie grimaces proudly, his hand cupping your jaw affectionately like a pet. "Keep 'em spread for us, okay babygirl?"
You nod, clit twitching at his praise, not even noticing when he hitches the rim of his bottle at your entrance. Your brows furrow, never breaking eye contact with his beautiful brown eyes as he pushed the bottles neck into your pussy, your arousal making it easy for the object to slide right through.
"Holy fuck," Will coughs, watching the way you cunt greedily swallows the tip with ease.
Frankie thrusts it in a bit, making you stutter your breaths with the increased fullness pressing inside, hands fisting the chair's armrests. He was coating the bottle and its contents inside with your juices, fucking you like it was a toy. He notices the resistance when your walls squeezed around its neck, smirking to himself, knowing you were comfortable and enjoying this with him.
Too soon, he slips it out of you, your hips slightly canter forward to chase the object that was just buried inside you. You felt empty, needy, denied.
Frankie smirks at your helpless state ad he brought the beer to his lips and titled back, chugging the new flavor of alcohol. "Tastes better like that," he says, licking his lips clean of your taste.
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Frankie watches as you eagerly spread your legs further, leaning back in your chair with confidence so that your cunt hangs out in the open off the edge as each of the guys line up to coat their drinks in your pussy. The way your breath quickens, with each intrusion, how you lick your lips and look down at the sight of it disappearing into you, the mix of gentleness and roughness that came with each boy’s individuality—it drove him crazy how much you let him do this.
Santi rubs your cheek soothingly, very passionately fucking his bottle into you while never breaking your eye contact. You giggle along with him, rocking your hips with his steady thrusts until he pulls out and takes a long sip.
Will is far more gentle, rubbing the inside of your thigh with the pad of his thumb. He nudges your pearly clit with the rip, only swirling the top at the most shallow base of your walls. He likes the way you whine, wanting more, but his hand on your thigh is quick to keep you in your place. He slips the edge of the bottle along your folds to gather your dripping juices before retreat, giving you a little wink.
Benny dropsy to his knees, excited to have you so open for him.
“Be nice, Ben. That’s my wife you got there,” Frankie warns.
Benny rolls his eyes, pouting as his visible excitement tones down. You cup his face, knowing Frankie’s threat is a load of BS. “Don’t worry, Benny, you have your taste the way you like it.” You spread your legs even further, ankles now dangling over the arm rest, the cool breeze of the backyard swooshing through your folds.
Benny pushes his beer in as far as he can, making you gasp. You grab his shoulder to steady yourself as you rock your hips back and forth, letting his hands remain where it is while you fucked your exposed pussy on the neck of the bottle. He rams further inside, the body of the bottle beginning to stretch your cunt.
Benny’s eyes were wide, unsure if he wanted to watch your facial expressions or the scene between your legs. After a few more playful dips, he pulls out, immediately mouthing around the bottle and suckling every drop of your juices around the neck, with little interest of the actual liquid in the bottle.
The boys spend the evening standing around the grill, all taking turns to use you like a glorified bottle opener. Frankie keeps your panties tucked in the back of his pockets the entire time. He occasionally checks in on your reactions, making sure you’re still laughing and accepting their actions.
They came back after each sip, some taking extra care to fuck you with the bottle, hoping to get you to cum, other times just to get a fresh coating. Frankie watches your expressions each time, the way your jaw hangs open slightly, biting your tongue, quiet moans making their way to his ears. And each time, he forces the boys to stop, leaving your clenching around nothing, frustrated but wet beyond belief. He wanted you dripping, needy all night so they could get the most out of your gushing cunt.
At one point, you had to get up to serve their food, making them all sit around the rounded patio table and dishing their plates one at a time. Frankie helps place the portions on each plate as you take it to the table before sitting down himself. His hand runs up along your smooth thigh, skirt lifting with his wrist as he inches high and higher, before squeezing your ass possessively, looking up at you. You pinch his nose and move around the table, making sure all the guys have filled drinks.
You didn’t have your own “seat” at the table, instead going around to each of the guy’s laps and eating bits off their plate. While they ate with one hand, the other held a bottle, thrusting in and out of your spread thighs over their leg.
You currently had your arm draped over Will’s shoulder, spread open next to the table as he bounced you in his lap, his bottle nudging the sweet spot inside you. He split his attention evenly between Frankie and you.
The copious amount of alcohol in everyone’s system, including Frankie’s, made the rules of your use a little more lax. That—and they were all so pussy drunk off your juices mingling on their tongues, they couldn’t keep their hands off you.
You kissed along Will’s cheek, nipping his jawline and tracing patterns on his throat with your tongue as he fucked you on his beer. His languid thrusts making you feel hazy. The man had an exceptional talent at knowing the exact pace and pristine jolts to hold you on edge forever. He gave you soft smiles with sincere eye contact that made you flutter. “You’re so pretty like this,” he whispers in your ear.
Santi was a little cheekier, eagerly pulling you down on his lap. He taps the inside of your thigh, urging you to spread fast so he could get his drink between your legs. “This cunt is still so tight, hermosa. Frankie Papi not taking care of you enough?” he asks brow raising with a challenge towards Fish. Before you can deny him, he blows hot breath against your ear before biting the lobe, making you squeal quietly as he quickly thrusts his 11th bottle of the night into your waiting heat. He continues to dot his lips against your skin, nipping your collar bone. You can see Frankie’s eyes narrow on you two but he doesn’t say anything, letting his conversation with Will continue. His aligns his head perfectly over your top, peering down at your tits. He groans softly at the little jiggles of your supply mounds with each little thrust in to you.
You look over to Benny, who’s got no care to Will and Frankie’s convo and is instead anxiously bouncing his leg, dying to get you on him for his turn.
“Oop, I gotta take care of the baby boy,” you say quietly into Santi’s ear. He pouts briefly, rubs your clit with his thumb under the table so no one else can see. You bite your lips, wide eyed but aroused. He eventually lets you up.
Benny grabs your waist with strong hands and lifts you on to his muscular thigh.
“Eager?” You tease. You rub your hand over his strong abs and chest, grabbing his beef for him and putting right along your folds, waiting patiently for him to take charge. He doesn’t. “Want you to do it for me,” he says, smirking. You kiss his cheek and notch the beer into your cunt, moaning wantonly right in his ear. He shivers with arousal, bouncing the knee you’re perched on, the bottle neck slipping deeper inside you. His hand gropes your ass cheek, keeping you upright on him while his other arm feeds himself potato salad. he makes a poor attempt to shovel it in his mouth, dropping bits of it along your chest and down your tits.
“Making a mess on my girl, Benny,” Frankie chuckles.
Benny shrugs. Conveniently left with no more free hands, he dips his mouth down to your chest and licks a long stripe along the skin, slurping up the remnants of sticky food on you. You tilt back and laugh drunkly, fisting the bottle and shoving deep inside your cunt, panting breathlessly as your other hand messily rubs his blonde curls like a dog.
You suddenly glance back at Frankie, who is shaking his head at you in disapproval. Not from one of his buds eating food off your tit, but from your less than sneaky trial of trying to finally make yourself cum on the bottle. You pout, draw the neck out of your messy cunt, feeling your little nub twitch with remote. You’re making a big show of innocent eyes at your husband who’s been simultaneously ensuring you are both taken care of and neglected all night.
Frankie raises his hand and curls his finger at you in a come hither motion. You slide off of Benny’s lap guiltily, striding over to him in the sexiest walk you could muster. Chatter had died down as all eyes rested on you standing over Frankie.
He stares up at you, rolling your skirt over your ass so everyone could see. He presses a soft kiss to your throbbing clit, tasting a mixture of your sweet juices and the different brands and flavors of beer that have been inside you all night. You whine, trying not to flinch too hard at how desperate you need him to make you cum.
He pats your ass assertively. “You been good tonight so far.”
The power he possesses over you was something to behold: despite standing over him, and looking down upon him, his voice and eyes carried such a dominant force against you that it was clear to everyone else how much you not only submit to him, but how much you like doing so.
“Everyone else getting taken care of real good except me. That doesn’t seem right, does it, Querida?”
You shake your head. You knew the drill, knew the devious look in his eyes. His darkened expression points down to the ground only once.
Without missing a beat, you sink down to your knees on the grass, delicate hands immediately rubbings along his sturdy thighs in his khakis until you came upon the bulge in his pants. You rub your palm over, pressing your face to it, feeling the scratchiness of the material roll against your cheek. You give it a chaste kiss before unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down, freeing his erect cock.
When you finally push his tip past your tight lips, Frankie sighs relief before starting up the group’s conversation again. The boys shifted in their seats with their evident respective bulges pressing uncomfortably between their legs. They tried to respond respectfully to Fish, occasionally darting glances at you between his legs, working his length in and out of your skilled mouth. The little sucking noises from you interrupted his speech but he made no show of acknowledging you while you sucked his fat cock deep into your throat.
You could hear little coughs and grunts from the others, none of which sounded perturbed. They were all entranced by you, your obedience, submission to Frankie. Santi “dropped” his fork below the table, hunching over to get a good look at you with his mouth agape at the sight: resting back on your haunches, your glistening pussy dripping into the grass as you bobbed your head, hands resting on his knees to keep you from taking it all and choking on it.
He licks his lips and sits up, worried he took too long. Frankie catches his eye and mouths Does she look good?
Santi nods energetically.
Fish smirks, taking the opportunity to push the back of your head further onto his cock, making you gag loudly in surprise. Benny and Will’s voices go quiet as Frankie starts slowly forcing his cock deeper in your mouth, making you more verbal in your choking. When he releases the pressure, you pull up so that just the tip is suctioned between your lips, moaning obscenely. Your eyes are closed in bliss, taking him back down and returning your rhythmic bobbing.
After a few minutes, Frankie’s breaths are coming out short. He’s having a hard time paying attention to what the guys were saying. Just between the two of you, he gently caresses your jaw, letting his cock fall out of your mouth. You stare up at him, slightly teary eyed but full of lust and obsession. “My perfect little whore of a wife,” he mumbles affectionately. “Get up here and make me proud.”
You giddily climb to your feet and throw one leg over his strong thighs, sighing loudly as you straddling him. The texture of his pants feels heavenly against your neglected clit, rubbings your slick folds along his thighs with an arched back, ass peaking out for the boys to once again get a nice show.
Frankie taps your ass again, making you sit upright. He positions the swollen red tip of his member at your wet entrance. You sink down, taking his cock entirely in one motion. The hot, fat pressure of his cock stretching you fuller, deeper than any of the beer bottles could ever reach immediately has your eyes rolling, moaning out loud like a fucking whore as your body shakes, squeezing his dick tightly while your first powerful orgasm of the night washes over you.
He holds you tight as you spasm through it. “Oh shit—she just came,” Frankie laughs.
“Oh fuck. Didn’t even have to fuck that delicious cunt.”
“That’s hot, Fish. She was so desperate for it.”
“Fuck I’m jealous. I want me a wife like that.”
You continue to gently hump him, their praises falling deaf to your ear. His large, strong body felt good to relax in, putting your weight on top of him with no care as you chase your pleasure Hips swaying of their own accord as you whimper through the aftershocks, arms thrown wrapped over his shoulders.
He strokes your back soothingly. He wants you to settle from your much needed orgasm first. Frankie sits back a little bit, letting you lean forward. The guys are practically standing over the table, desperate to see the space where their friend’s well endowed cock is joined to his wife’s tight and pretty cunt.
He has the audacity to ask the guys if they’d seen the game this past Sunday, resuming their conversation as you continue to pickup pace. You roll your hips along his length, the delicious drag of his cock sliding in and out of you leaving you dumb on him, face pressed tight against his collar while he talks casually over your shoulder.
When Frankie starts to clench the meat of your hips and pull you down on his length a little harder, neither he nor anyone else at the table cares to talk anymore. He makes sure to fist your skirt over your waist as he drills his meaty girth up into you. They all stare, unblinking, at some point all having whipped their stiff cocks out and stroking furiously.
Frankie gets lost in your tight heat. You couldn’t care about the fact that the boys were jerking off to you and their best friend fucking—your focus was entirely on making your husband spill his sperm deep inside you.
The squelching sound of your pussy slapping down and your breathy moans can only be heard in your private backyard among your closets guests. He can feel the dampness seeping into his pants, darkening the fabric with each splatsplatsplat of your ass slamming down on his thighs.
“Did I tell ya’ll? We’re trying to get pregnant,” Frankie boasts proudly. He doesn’t stop the way his hips canter up overly excited to share that detail, hitting that spongy spot he had been purposely avoiding all night. A surprised yell escapes your lips, tightening around him in a vice grip. Soon after, you’re both cumming together, releasing long drawn out satisfied groans into each other’s open mouths as your sweet pussy milks him, the pulses of his member filling your womb with his milky seed.
The rest of the boys cum hardly a second later, pumping their veiny cocks furiously at the sight of Frankie’s pearly spend dripping from where the two of you are still connected. Through gritted teeth, they wring out the last dribbles of their cum before everyone is sitting back, panting hard, softened and relieved dicks resting against their full bellies.
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Notes: I just wanna say don’t fuck yourself with objects that aren’t specifically designed for sex, especially foods or alcohol, because you know… infections. That should be a given.
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when he catches you staring at him. gn!reader. fluff. wc: 456.
childe would stare back and then give you a smirk, saying, "enjoying the view?" just smack him (lightly) on the head, and he’ll stop with his corniness. though that doesn’t mean you’ll hear the end of it; it happens every time. but who are you to resist his heartwarming and welcoming smile? maybe you were enjoying the view after all.
diluc would awkwardly smile at you before asking if there was something wrong with his face and whatnot. just assure him that it’s nothing! it’s just that… he looked so pretty. diluc had never shown that he was shy in public (he’s too embarrassed for kaeya to spot him, really), but whenever he’s with you, he shows this side of him: shyness.
albedo would also stare back and give you a soft smile before continuing on with his work. albedo doesn’t always have the time in the world, so he secretly decided to show you that he still loves you in the simplest yet indirect ways possible. he feels guilty whenever he can’t always be there when you need him the most, but he tries.
zhongli is similar to diluc; he would ask you if there was something on his face. but once you tell him that you were just admiring his looks, he'll laugh. a wholesome laugh that makes you embarrassed for what you did, and he’d even apologize for making you blush. however, that’s okay; as long as the two of you are happy together, then it’s all good.
alhaitham wouldn't notice it at first; he always has his nose in a book, even when you're dating. but he gets confused when you pull his book down a bit, then proceeds to pull it back up to hide his faint blush on his ears when you say that you did it to see his pretty face better.
xiao raises an eyebrow at you. was there something on his face? he didn't know, but when he questions you about it, he coughs rather abruptly as he also tries to hide the blush that crept onto his cheeks.
kaeya stares at you right back. so technically, it becomes some sort of silly staring contest between you two. and just when you were about to win, kaeya suddenly spoke up and said, "am i that attractive to you that you just can't help but stare at me?" better luck next time.
scaramouche would blankly stare back at you. and it somehow ends up in... conversing with him? you both don't say a thing, but you're clearly talking to each other through eye contact, which is a bit strange, but not that you were complaining. "kuni, you're really pretty. did you know that?" farewell to scaramouche's composed demeanor.
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Publicity Pt.5
Warnings: smoking, y/n is a fucking throat goat, sexual content, swearing, awkward friends/crush to fuck buddies? Lovers? what the fuck even are we? 2D can't last lol
Heyyyy sooo i know im slackong but its because I'm planning for the next fee moths of my life lol I'm moving and going to japan about 2/3 months apart for I'm trying to save/raise money and get my shit together!
ANYWAY! I hope you all enjoy! You finally get some smut and I get to dip into my specialty...sin >:)
ENJOY!
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PUBLICITY PT 6 UP NOW!!!!

Sleep was avoiding you both at this point, faint giggles filling the studio once you two had finished recording. It's like..the tension just melted away. Was there even any to begin with? Perhaps you'd imagined it all.
That was beside the point.
What you wanted more than anything in the whole world right now....
"D, you smoke?" You question, seemingly more of a test than anything.
Yeah, you knew cigarettes were his thing, but was Miss Mary Jane?
He tilts his head, a grin ever present on his face.
"You offerin'?" He asks, an excited glint in those pitch black eyes.
Annnd that's how you two ended up back in his room, something you didn't think would happen again considering the last time but hey!
Guess there were no real hard feelings after all. You're sitting cross-legged, eyes narrow in on the cute little pre-roll between your lips. Your lighter clicks once, twice, three times.
Nothing.
An irritated grunt pushes past your lips as 2D only chuckles at your struggle, sitting the same way in front of you, his back resting against the bedframe though.
"Need a ligh'?" He asks, accent thick as you tilt you head in debate.
*click*
sparks but no flame
*click* *click*
more sparks
*click* *click* *cli-*
"Shit, yes please." You sigh, a slight laugh leaving your lips.
The pre-roll is still sitting between your lips and he leans forward, guiding your chin up with his index finger. You hold back a choked whine, almost reflex to lean into his touch.
His eyes are just as focuses as yours were prior, the flame licking the end of it so gently as smoke begins to rise from the point of contact. You inhale, looking at him from under your lashes.
"Thanks."
Is all you can manage, the smoke you'd just inhaled pouring from your lips like an inscent fountain.
He takes his chance to pluck from your mouth, inhaling where you once had in an indirect kiss. And for some reason it makes your head spin...nah maybe it was just the weed. He inhales through his mouth, exhaling through his nose just before passing it back to you.
That was kinda hot-
The room is getting a bit hazy, with little air circulation his space would be hotboxed in no time. He reaches over, tugging a bin full of DVD cases from under his bed.
"Fancy a film?" He offers, your mind already hazy and overconfident as the reply sens shivers down the blue-ette's spine.
"Watch one or make one?" You tease, inhaling again, leaving back against your palms with a smirk.
"U-Uh- we, well I-" He stutters out, stopping when your outstretched, blunt-clad hand extended towards him.
"I'm teasing, whatcha got?" You chuckle, seeing his face flush red.
Part of you knows you weren't really joking. Just blame it on the weed.
In the bin, which is currently in 2D's grip were dozens of different movies, all of which seemed to be horror slasher thriller flicks. You peruse, grabbing a couple of cases, and reading the titles out loud.
"28 days later, classic. Uhhh-oh! Train to Busan. World War Z...Resident Evil. Nice, a bit of a zombie movie fan?" You grin, seeing the slight embarrassment on his face.
"W-Well yeah I like 'em" He explains, eyeing one cover specifically.
You reach for it, observing the picture with a slight not of approval.
"Evil Dead?"
He nods as you immediately move to insert the disc into the DVD player. What you had somewhat disregarded was the fact that you had to do sort of a bend and arch to even get to the DVD player and 2D just got a face-full of ass.
He clears his throat, trying his best to look away and failing. The TV static comes to life, masking it.
Damn it you had to have been doing that on purpose. He blames the weed for the sudden hard on.
And he was right, it was maybe a little bit on purpose.
You rest your weight on your elbows for a second, the still lit joint smoking away between your manicured fingertips. Did DVD player buttons have to be this damn small?
"D, got a remote?" You ask with a grin, passing it back to him seeing as you were a pinch preoccupied, your tongue slightly poking past your glossy lips.
He takes it, hoping this next hit would calm his nerves. It doesn't.
"Yeah, its ova' ‘ere on the nigh'stand" He mentally curses himself for the way his accent has noticeably thickened and lisp had poked through.
Being high did that to him though, didn't feel like he had to force himself to speak a specific way. Or maybe you did that? You’d never said anything about it. If anything, from what you’d let slip, you thought it was-
"Cute." You hum, sitting back against the pillows with him, not before flicking the lamp off at this nightstand.
It’s dark now, still hazy though as the movie plays and illuminates you both with dark blue light. He passes the dwindling joint back to you, your knees dealing closer to your chest as your inhale again, ghosting it this time with a grin at its success.
“You know how to ghost?” You question, passing it back as he smiles lazily.
“No’ really. I can french pretty damn good” He explains, demonstrating as the smoke glides through the gap in his smile.
“That’s so cool.” You giggle, taking it back from him.
You stretch, head about as foggy and relaxed as the room is. You opt to lay your stomach against the bed, rolling over briefly onto your back to gaze at 2D at the opposite end.
He's locked into the screen, his eyes reflecting the dark lighting of the screen as his lips part slightly, He's reciting each line, and it's adorable. It takes a moment but he eventually moves his gaze to your sprawled-out frame.
His eyes are low, seemingly taking you in, trailing from your eyes, to your lips, down the dip of your neck and collar bone, chest-
"Look like you're gonna eat me." You joke with a slight smirk.
Being high always did make you more bold. Easier to blame it on the substance if anything.
"Like a zombie?" He adds, leaning foreward, expression blank. His arms reach outward and your eyes widen. Before you could move away he's already gripping at your ankles, much like the undead would anyway.
You can't help the giggle that rises past your lips as he groans and squeezes your sides, a yelp leaving your lips in your fit of laughter.
With your thrashing, you manage to grip his shoulders, giggles dying down as you make direct eye contact. The room is still hazy, and so if your head, making your heartbeat sound so much louder in your ears
You swallow hard, your hands moving upwards, one now at the base of his neck while the other cups his cheek. He leans into it.
"Sooo, what is this?" You whisper, his knee parting your legs as his hands find a place on either side of your head.
"Dunno. 'know I've got feelin's for you." He explains, taking a breath to try and explain himself.
"I-I liked you when we was at the airpor'..a-an’ when you smacked your face on the dash. And when you yelled at Murdoc. I've never seen anyone besides Noodle and Russ do tha'."
You let out a faint laugh, fingers twirling his hair into little spirals.
"And when you was in my room.”
You’re back at square one now, staring deeply into one another’s eyes. Fearing you'd drown in the abyss of black you tune your head, nose scrunching as you try to control your heart. You can hear it pounding in your ears and each time it beats against your rib cage you fear it’ll burst.
His knee moves up, the action pulling a strained and faint whimper from your lips.
“Even when you thought’ I didn’t know you was snooping’ around in here.” He huffs with a faint gap-toothed smile.
You return it, your thigh now brushing his, your leg locking around his calf.
"Why'd you really leave tha' first time.?" he asks, almost unsure if he's even allowed to question your motives.
You swallow, embarrassment filling your chest. Sitting up on your elbows, he adjusts, moving back just a pinch so your foreheads from crashing into one another.
"I didn't want to mess anything up. I-I didn't want you to think I was...I don't know. I was scared that if we did...fuck that night things would be awkward and I'd ruin everything."
He's gazing down at you, but you wouldn't have seen it since your trying to avoid eye contact at the moment.
" I..I really like being around you Stu. I know its been awkward but I havent felt this inspired and intrigued in a long time." You explain, struggling to get the words out.
You sigh, looking guage to his reaction only to find two big, black, puppy god eyes staring right back at you.
"Darlin'"
God the way he says it. Yeah, Murdoc had called you that a couple times, mainly condescending and demeaning...but him? Its like it was meant for you and you alone, like he poured all his affection into one form of adoration.
It's in the way he guides you to sit up with him, your bodies fitting together like a puzzle. It's in his slightly cold hands cupping your face, thumb caressing your cheek.
The high had come down. This was nothing but pure intentions uninfluenced but any substance.
"Yes.." You whisper, your palms restign on his thighs.
"Please tell me you won' run away this time...you could never ruin this, I can promise you tha'." He reassures, one hand traveling to your waist, tugging you impossibly closer.
"Promise?" You whisper, mouth meeting halfway as he moves in unison with your body.
The film is long forgotten, whatever background noise it was meant to provide is far too low as your huffs and pants grow louder. It's not so much a competition as to who gets who undressed first but a testy dance.
His fingers glide under your shirt and brush against the skin of your stomach. Your own dip just behind his waistband. It's a familiar feeling, the tension stronger than your first semi-sexual encounter.
In his quest to rid you of your shirt, his mouth manages to work its way to your neck, hot, opened mouth kissed push against your pulse points, the softness suddenly overpowered with a hard suck.
'F-Fuck." You swear, tilting your head back to give him more access.
He hums against your exposed neck, successfully lifting your top up enough for it to rest, rolled up against your collarbone.
"Bite this." He instructs, lifting the bit of fabric to your lips. He's got you essentially holding your shirt between your teeth so we can-
Your nipples harden at his cold touch, the pads of his thumbs pressing deliciously against eh buds before he pops the front clasp, your boobs recoiling at the loss of support.
"Pretty lil' thing you are." He sighs, leaning forward to wrap his lips around one.
The warmth from his mouth shoots shivers down your spine, body arching into each of his touches. His left hand squeezes, tugs, and attends to your left side while his mouth works at the other, then he swaps once he's satisfied. For someone who acted like he had nooo idea how vulgar his lyrics were, he sure isn't as innocent as he'd led on.
He's skilled, pulling you onto his lap with ease, still latched to your chest before he kisses his way back up to your lips. He swallows up your whimpers, caressing the back of your head before rolling his hips up
"Y-You really know what youre doing." You pant, cut up immedetly by a moan when he slips his fingers past your bottoms, middle and ring finger just barely grazing your clit.
"Why woul'nt I?" He teases, voice somehow huskier as he watches you twitch at the slight movement of his fingers.
Your head falls forward when he pushes past your lips, hissing at the wetness
"Oh you need this bad, don' you?" He asks, the hand that was once at your waist coming up to your throat, guiding your jaw to make you look at him.
His face is flushed red in the faint lighting, eyes blown wide.
"How bad you need this love?" He asks, finally pushing two fingers into your heat, your head falling forward, only for him to guide you back to look at him.
"I know you can use your words. How bad?" He hums, his palm just barely smacking against your clit as his fingers curl in, upward, and out. Over and over and over,
"P-Please.' You don't even know what you're begging for at this point.
More friction? More fingers,? To cum? You needed to cum. But he's keeping you on the edge, literally wrapped around his fingers. You roll your hips, trying anything to get more and he knows it.
How he's keeping it together and not tearing his own band off just to fill you up is beyond him. All he knows is that the more noise you make, the more he wants to work your body to make new ones. High pitches, groans, whimpers, yelps, pleads of mercy as you get off on his fingers. He needs to hear it all.
"You close, aren't you?" He hums, seeing you nod, eyebrows knitted together, eyes squeezed as you focus on your orgasm.
Your hands grip his shoulders and he can tell you're close with the way you squeeze his fingers. And just before you can announce your impending orgasm, he pulls away from you. You can't help the desperate whine that leaves you lips and all he does is smirk.
"W-What? No no please." You whimper, eyes screwed shut.
Fine, two could play the edging game if that's what he wanted. You press your lips to his briefly, soon trailing down his throat much like how he had done with you, only this time, you don't bother to tug his shirt off. You're reaching for the prize beneath his waistband.
He doesn't protest, holding his breath almost. You can see the tent that had formed, once again..a fuckin monster under that fabric.
You suck in a breath, palming him for a moment as he lets out a low groan. Anticipation eats away at you as you finally pull it out. There's a moment of silence and your mouth waters at the thought of having it on your tongue. It's firm in your hand, warm, and twitching slightly at the contact.
It's got a bit of an upward curve, not too thick, but what he lacks in girth he definitely makes up for in length. He's tall as fuck so duh? Right? The tip is faintly tinted red, and two to three thick veins run from base to tip. He's leaking precum, giving it a slight glossy shine. Only more spills out when you give a test squeeze.
"E-Everthin' okay?" He asks warily, your silence making him panic.
How long had you been staring and analyzing this man's dick in silence?!
"Huh? O-Oh no everything....just, fuck it's pretty-" You huff, lowering yourself to come face to face with it.
You part your lips, sticking your tongue out to lick from base to tip, taking him into your mouth.
"Fuckkkk me." He whimpers, trying his best to make space for you between his legs.
Yeah, it had been a while but you were sure your throat could remember its previous training. You roll your tongue out your mouth, testing the way he hits the back of your throat, your sloppy and noisy slurping only further fueling your ministrations.
2D is melting under you, sweating, moaning, and whimpering with each bob of your head, his fingers fighting to not thread into your scalp and grip.
"Too much, won' last- wa- oh fuck wait love-" he beggs, your movements slowing, you glance up at him from under thick lashes, grinding sinisterly at his flushed and lust-filled expression.
It's agonizing how slowly you release him, sucking all the way up until you pull away with a sloppy 'pop'.
"Can I?” He glances down with his hands at your hips now. Your body heats almost instantly.
"Shag?" You chuckle, seeing him turn his head in embarrassment at the term.
"Well when you say i' like tha'!" He groans, hardened length poking your thigh.
"Sorry sorry. But seriously, please? I wanna feel you..." You admit, already working on lining him up between your slippery wet folds.
He sighs at the feeling, pulling your hips forward as his tip slides back and forth between you. It's too much and not enough all at once.
And soon, he pushes into you, your bodies impossibly close. All you can do is whine upon entrance, the stretch is so perfect. He freezes up, squeezing your hips tighter now, his fingers almost turning white. You relish in the sting.
"Y-You okay?" You cry, feeling him hit spots you didn't even know were possible.
Guess it pays to have a monster cock-
Something's up though, Stu growing awfully quiet.
"I-I can't move if I do I'll...I'll". He's struggling to explain himself, face beet red as he takes slow steady breaths.
Your eyes widen, involuntarily squeezing down at the confession. That quick? How long had it been for him? Gorilla grip much??
"W-Wait don't squeeze I-" He's really trying now, eyes screwed shut in focus.
"I really wanna do this with you y/n, but if you move I know I'll be done for sure." He explains, your lips pressing sweetly to his temple.
"It's fine, there'll be other times." You encourage, more silently praying that this wouldn't be the first and final time you get to be like this with him.
And his eyes light up, like an eager acceptance of the invitation. You roll your hips down, the feeling pulling noises from each of you as he practically whimpers against your shoulder.
"Stu, baby it's okay. I promise." You encourage, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill you up.
He huffs out a breathy sigh, sliding out halfway out before thrusting back in. He picks up his pace for about 2 seconds and in the 5th thrust, he comes undone, not before completely pulling out of you, and just in the nick of time.
"Fuck fuck fuck I-I'm sorry, you feel so good love," He whines, still riding out his orgasm, the warmth from his load coating your thighs.
He's still apologizing, spurts of hot white leaking from his tip as you run your fingers through his hair with a soft smile.
"You okay?" You ask, seeing him nod faintly, a bit exhausted. The movie is still playing, the credits are rolling now as you search the numbers on his nightstand alarm clock for an indication of how late it is.
He massages the spot he had gripped so viciously before, using a discarded t-shirt of his to wipe your thighs clean. As your positioned atop him, your eyes meet, and just before the night ends,
He kisses you like you're oxygen and he's desperate to breathe.

A?N: GUYSSS You finally got some smut outta mee! I hope you enjoyed this chapter because y/n cant catch a break and Pt.6 is gon get mESSYYYYY! i hope the 5 other 2d fans are enjoying this! See you next chapter :D
ps. sorry for any spelling errors!
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