#Finally worked up the nerve to continue where I left off and it's GONE

[phoenixcatch7]

THROWING my desk across the room I can't BELIEVE bleach is on DISNEY MF +

No WONDER it's been zero interest!! No wonder it hasn't re-emerged as a popular anime - it's behind that STUPID FREAKING PAY WALL.

I despiseeeeeeee this. I've been looking for a way to watch it for ages and all along it'd been stolen by megacorp so they can shine their fancy gold toilet seats with mops made of shredded paper money.

THERE'S NOWHERE ELSE TO WATCH IT.

BLEACH DESERVES BETTER.

[bobluvbot]

someone you loved

pairing: sirius black x f!reader  summary: your relationship with sirius hurt so much, that the only way forward was to forget. wc: 3k a/n: angst angst angst!!! lots of negative self talk and low self esteem, allusions to a bad childhood (not stated directly), implied emotional abuse & cheating, both sirius and reader are going through it.

snippets of his voice echo in your head like a haunting lullaby that doesn’t seem to end. its funny how the mind is known to block out the traumatic memories, but for some reason, yours kept record of the most painful ones that left his lips.

you’re just too much. 

i can’t love you the way you expect me to.

i’m ending this.

i’m sorry, but i can’t deal with this, with you, anymore.

it keeps repeating like a song once loved, now loathed left on repeat, and a stop button might be somewhere but you can’t bring yourself to turn it off. it reminds you of that habit you secretly developed when you had two large bruises on both your knees after a nasty fall, bone hitting pavement. nothing bled, which was a relief to the new babysitter as no bright band-aids would be blatant proof of her lack of attention on the kid she was supposed to keep watch on. blood kept within the skin, nothing left to do but to watch your body slowly take it back. you were curious of how the color changes each day, the angry reds bleeding into dark purples that resemble galaxies that you’d see on your astronomy books. one day spent examining your bruises again, you pressed on the reddish purple one too hard and tears spring up your eyes when the sting hits. but as it lingered and faded, a strange feeling of satisfaction replaced it, and you felt the urge to press on it again, curious to see if the same unknown feeling makes an appearance again. It does, and the fascination as you play in between the lines of pain and pleasure follows you as you grew up. Curious, you once read up on it from those muggle books, where you learn that the body itself releases pain-killing hormones that help relieve the perception of pain, leading to a temporary feeling of relief. 

you knew thinking about sirius’ words will never not hurt, will continue to bury you in a deepening hole that you have to fight to the nails to crawl out of, but you couldn’t stop. 

It gave deep seated satisfaction to that green monster in the back of your mind, responsible for only seeing the negative in each situation you find yourself in. ‘i told you so,’ it says in a tinny singsong voice, clearly pleased with each iteration of sirius’ words and the raw metal stabbing your heart each time.  

it also serves like a constant reminder of your failure. Failure to love like a decent person, failure to be the person that sirius needed, failure to gauge what was too much that the other person drowned without you knowing, failure to protect yourself and your dignity from being trampled on like nothing, and failure to just simply accept the fact that love just wasn’t made for people like you. 

being friends with lily made you forget a lot of things, fundamental parts that you realized so young. you knew better, should have after everything you’ve gone through, but somehow with her, anything seemed possible, achievable, tangible when you’re a kind person. marlene would always say, doing good things meant you can expect to receive good things back from the universe.

and for the most part it seemed to always work that way. you’d witnessed james nurture the simple appreciation he had on lily’s genuine smile at him that eased his nerves while they were in line to get sorted into houses throughout the years, growing as he’d gotten to know her innate kindness and wit, and finally erupting from him like rays of sunlight until he became brave enough to speak it out loud starting fourth year. 

Even though the marauders had acted questionably during their early years of exploring their pranking abilities, james had always been full of love. Never hesitating to share it to those he truly cared for. it took lily years to accept this, and more to gain courage and let herself experience it. 

by 7th year, you never believed a love could thrive like that whilst cradled with such young hands until you saw james and lily do it effortlessly. 

so what part of this could’ve made you think otherwise? 

were you to blame for believing in that fantasy, that something like this could be attainable for someone like you, too? 

you had always housed deep adoration and awe for sirius black, like many others, despite his wild reputation and scandalous rumors that seem to always follow when his name gets uttered.

why? Because he was once the raven haired boy who slipped the trolley witch a few sickles when he saw you return the pumpkin pasty after realizing you couldn’t afford it. 

it had been a gloomy tuesday. the trolley witch was supposed to go compartment by compartment, but the bumbling first years seemed to miss that memo and started piling up close to the cart to see what was being sold that she had to force them all in a line. you were quiet and unobtrusive as you stood patiently in line; which was nothing compared the boys’ raucous laughters and animated chatter behind you. sirius would’ve accidentally pushed or stepped on you if he didn’t see your figure. the train was loud and so was james’ mouth, so excited to be away from his parents and to have his first official Hogwarts friend, but sirius also stood close enough to you that he could hear your stomach grumbling and see your arms crossed over your midsection. he admitted once that he found the gurgling sounds funny (like an eleven year old would do) but he didn’t have the heart to poke fun at you because he remembered he’d hear the same thing from his own when his parents would send him to bed without eating. 

even before your turn, you were already overwhelmed at the amount of food and candy available, none of which sounds or looks remotely familiar to what you’ve had growing up. your heartbeat picked up when you heard loud sighs, feet tapping impatiently (both James) snorting and shushing (sirius), and just grabbed something that resembled bread, quickly apologizing to the witch that gave you a kind smile. you hadn’t eaten anything as you rushed to pack the mismatched, secondhand supplies that the headmaster had sent you, and you were dropped off to the station just in time before the train left. your fingers trembled in excitement to finally eat and in hunger as you fished out your coin purse. It took a few seconds before it sunk in that you don’t have enough to buy your pasty. How embarassing. 

You swallowed your tears back, willing the hateful voice in your head to keep quiet for a minute or two, just enough time to put back the pasty and run to your deserted compartment, where you could freely go to town beating yourself up for your stupidity. Just quick enough so no one will notice. 

It took three deep breaths before the dam opened, for the tears to run uncontrollably down your cheeks. You couldn’t even wipe it off because your hands were still clutching your stomach, trying to ease the growling, gnawing pain. Pathetic.

The compartment door opened and you didn’t even hear someone clearing their throat, only looking up when a hand dropped three pasties, a chocolate frog, and a bottle of pumpkin juice on your lap. Barely balancing it, you looked up to see who took pity on you, but only caught a glimpse of stark raven hair and alabaster skin.

you’d find him later during sorting, squeezed between three boys that couldn’t seem to shut up about what house they thought the other would go. not used to kindness, much less from a complete stranger, you hesitated approaching him. but fate always had a weird way of showing you it does listen to your wishes once in a while and you found yourself later on, scooting a bit to your left to make space for him on the bench of your shared house. you both exchanged a knowing smile, and you’d always remember him like that. The kind boy who gave you a feast even without knowing who you were. 

you’d remember that boy when the pouring rain had finally soaked through your thick coat as you waited patiently for him at madam puddifoot’s on your first Valentine’s day. Despite the fact that he was already two hours late and the cafe would be closing soon, you chose to wait. 

you’d remember that kind boy when some mean ravenclaw girls in class would pick on you for the most absurd things, embarrassment coursing through your veins as you looked back at him desperately for some reprieve, only for him to avoid your gaze and continue to guffaw at something James said, effectively ignoring your existence. 

You once asked him why. It was embarrassing how quick he figured out what you were really asking. In fact, he knew a lot of things: that he didn’t deserve your love (or anyone’s for that matter), that someone as pure and selfless as you shouldn’t even associate with the likes of him, and that he was aware of every single thing he does that shatters you whole. He knew that he should tread this conversation gently, to not let his claws rip further skin more than he already has, but the Black darkness has its way of slithering out of the deep recesses he tries to bury it in. 

Words leave him exasperatedly, like he’s not spouting words that cut through skin. “I’d been clear to you right from the start, of what I can give you and what I can’t. You knew what you were getting into, Y/N. you put this onto yourself.” 

He storms back into his dorm before he could hear your quiet sobs echo through the empty common room. 

—-

lily knew in the back of her mind that this wasn’t just a simple, silly request now, but more of an obligation to her closest friend. 

it’s been three weeks. three excruciating weeks to be handed and given and filled with so much love she didn’t need to ask for, whilst seeing her best friend chip away with the lack of, like a once-bright porcelain doll that was abandoned and exposed to the direct heat of the sun. 

you had finally gone silent by last week, like a shut door. refusing to eat, go to class, speak—- hell, lily bets, if you could also not breathe by choice, you wouldn’t. It’s like youre keeping everything you once had given to the world thoughtlessly, close. Dorcas thinks you were keeping close to heart the mundane things that make you alive, to remind yourself that you still are. She had said, like air to a balloon. lily cried herself to sleep that night, the thought of losing such a fundamental part of her life, you, inch by inch, day by day, in front of her very eyes was a haunting, damning thought. Something that she and you both thought would come so much more years later, with unsurmountable memories, many glasses of champagne and slices of cake, wrinkles and smile lines, more laughter and loving hugs exchanged. 

she had thought the silence was a welcoming sign of change. A necessary step towards acceptance and moving on. she was relieved when your crying stopped, tremors leaving your fingers, and there was a chance again for the redness to vacate the whites of your eyes. She held hope that she and the girls can start working on instilling your light back, hopeful that a few months from now their star can find its way back to its rightful place in the sky and everything could be okay once again. 

Lily looked forward to nights that were filled by snores and shuffling of sheets, not the unmistakable sound of your feet on the wooden floors, misjudging that everyone was asleep, the muffled creak of the dorm room door opening and closing, and your footsteps fading in the dark. She’d wait fifteen to thirty minutes (the longest was an hour or two on the first night) before she’d hear you return, footsteps still light but she could hear the slight drag in each step, almost as if it was taking so much of your might to even make it to the bed. the quiet whimpers would start, followed by muffled hiccups lily knew only happens when you cry too hard. it took so much of her to exercise self-restraint, to keep herself on her own bed and not lay beside you and hug you as if it’s something that could put you back together. 

She has to turn her back on you even if it felt like raw betrayal. 

Because that one time she didn’t, she couldn’t forget the look of horror, dejection, desperation, and pure unbridled embarrassment on your face when you realized she knew what you were up to late at night. She knew you came up to the boys’ dormitory, crawling into sirius’ bed, where you begged and begged for him to take you back, that you’ll be a better more doting and loving girlfriend this time around, that you won’t be too attached this time and will give him the necessary space and time he needs so he doesn’t feel suffocated, that you’ll be anything, do anything just for him to welcome you back into his arms and whisper sweet nothings in your ear until your throat was raw, and sirius has to physically take you back to the start of the staircase to your dormitory. 

this happened for days and days on end until the boys had to lock their door at night, or whenever sirius is in. 

james couldn’t meet lily’s eyes when he’d ask for her help to keep you apart from Sirius as it would do you no good. they had gotten into a fight because of this, because lily heard nothing but  ‘stop her from making a fool of herself’ and her best friend is the smartest intuitive empathetic kindest witch she had ever met; the farthest thing from a fool. 

But one day those very words came off your lips with a hollow laugh. “But I am a fool, Lily. No one in their right mind would even do half the things I do.” It would be hypocritical for lily to deny sneaking out at night and crawling into your ex’s bed and begging for him to take you back as something of a desperate fool would do. A girl once had chased and pined for Remus during the entirety of fifth year and the things she did to get his attention were laughable at that time. But she didn’t plan to see the same, even worse, done by her best friend, and she still couldn’t wouldn’t call you a fool.

After all, your only fault was that you loved. And that shouldn’t even be a fault because that’s what she did with James, marlene with dorcas, her father with her mother. even someone as selfish as petunia could find love and be loved right back. 

you of all people deserved to love and be loved right back after everything you’d been through, and james would say the same thing for sirius as well. 

but sirius was a complex person, lily could recite this on top of her head from endless times where you stood your ground, defending sirius’ honor like he’d see your great martyrdom and suddenly consider you once again worthy of his love and affection. Before, she knew of sirius as a friend and James’ brother— but she knew more than what she signed up for because you’d fill in the gaps for her when she’d try to beat some sense into you during the unacceptable treatment you’d accept from sirius. 

You’d say with such confidence “he loves me, he’s just going through a lot right now, especially after that howler his mother sent him a few days ago.”

You didn’t have to elaborate, lily remembered that day vividly, not because of the way sirius’ face fell when the howler began its assault had reminded her so much of how she’d react after getting bitter letters from petunia, but because that same day she saw sirius being manhandled by a hufflepuff, both kiss sick and all over each other, into a secluded broom closet. 

It was years worth of push or pulls, of moral dilemmas that would get the outspoken redhead to choke on her words, and dejectedly sweep them under the rug out of your sight. Because the beaming smile and flushed cheeks you’d sport when Sirius murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, the weight on your shoulders dissipating when tucked in his arms, the jump in your step whenever he’d kiss you on the forehead and wish you good luck for the day— Lily couldn’t bear the thought of robbing you with those moments of bliss, even when it’s all done in private. 

So in an empty classroom on a gloomy Tuesday afternoon, she points her wand at you, fingers trembling and tears trailing down her cheeks, but you don’t see any of these. Instead, your beautiful features wear a serene expression that weakens lily’s knees. Oh how she missed her dearest friend. She’d do anything in the world to get you back, hold your hand, and dance with you in the autumn rain. 

So she does the wand movement like she practiced for days and takes a breath. She pictures you and Sirius happily dancing barefoot during the yule ball, your blushed cheeks when you told her about the feel of his lips on yours for the first time, you on sirius’ shoulders as you carried the quidditch cup, both smiling big as remus snaps a picture from the muggle camera, you drifting off to sleep on sirius’ shoulder while your hands were laced as you rode the train back to hogwarts.

Before mumbling the incantation, obliviate.

[novulen]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : They walk in on you pleasuring yourself, but as payback for being consumed in their work all week and not having time for you, you ignore them. But who’s really getting punished here? 

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : 18+ (mdni), fingering, mentions of erections, slight nipple play, slight clit play, (love, sweetheart, baby) used to adress reader, fem!reader.

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ : Nanami, gojo, toji

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆.

“Idiot.” you mumbled to yourself, tossing your phone to the side with a pout on your face. Satoru was sure to get a piece of your mind once he came back, but for the time being, you had other things to worry about. 

Gazing down at your shorts, you frowned. The dull ache from before had now grown into a pulse, a warmth in your lower stomach that bloomed into hot desire. But that was Satoru’s job, and it was his fault. If he hadn’t facetimed you, simply to show off the tent formed in his sweats from his erection, maybe you wouldn’t have been in this position. 

 And what made it worse was the fact that he couldn’t even pick up the phone after turning you on in such a way. He even had the audacity to leave you on read! 

Though such things didn’t worry you at the moment, and you figured you’d deal with it later. Your main concern was yourself, and how you’d manage the throbbing of your pussy.

However, soon enough, with two fingers stuffed inside you, all that faded into oblivion. Delicious moans poured from your mouth, hung agape with pleasure as each thrust of your digits left you gasping wildly for air. Though, you’d admit, it only felt a fraction of what Satoru’s fingers, let alone cock felt. 

Why were you thinking about that idiot?

“Princesss, I got you pastries,” you heard a sing-song voice come from the front door, eyes opening and before you knew it, he was right before you. Satoru stood there, pastry bag dramatically falling to the floor as he gazed at you. 

But you stared back, and continued, still annoyed with him, even as embarrassment flushed your cheeks. 

“Baby, what’s all this…” he grinned, taking a long stride towards you and leaning down, piercing blue eyes gazing without a care. He snaked an arm around your waist as he sat down near you on the couch, and pulled your back flush to his toned chest. “This’s what I do to you?” 

“S-shut up.” you grumbled, thumb circling around the hood of your clit, causing you to let out a particularly high pitched moan. “If you weren’t gone for a week on that stupid trip, then maybe–” 

But Satoru cut you off as his fingers pinched your nipple through your top. “Then what? Can’t even go a week without having my cock in you, hm?” 

You scoffed, “Well then, why’d you call me just to show me that?” 

And he chuckled deeply in your ear. “Isn’t it simple, baby?  So, I can get you nice and wet for when I come back."

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍.

“Hah–fuck, mhm..” you moaned, plunging your digits deeper within your velvety walls, clenching around your own fingers. You spread your legs further apart, hissing at the slight pain, though you eased it away by bringing a thumb to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub of nerves in lazy figure eight’s.  

Your face burned, both with passion and annoyance. Perhaps you wouldn’t have been in such a lewd position if Nanami weren’t always so absorbed in his work. You can’t recall a day of this week where you’ve had more than 5 hours together, and you were starting to crave your husband. Not only his presence, but his body. 

And, thus, not being able to ignore your desires, you were forced to pleasure yourself. It felt oddly foreign, in a way, doing such a thing when you had a husband. But he was away–or so you thought. 

Unbeknownst to you, Nanami had just arrived home, fatigued yet relieved to finally be within your reach. Although, as he walked through the front door, you were nowhere there to greet him, but that in itself wasn’t much out of the ordinary. What wasn’t a normal  occurrence, though,  was the faint sound of moans emitting from the master bedroom. 

Each step he took towards the room had his heart racing. The noises sounded exactly like you, and peeking through the crack in the door, he confirmed it. There you were, sitting on the bed, legs spread apart as your fingers repeatedly filled you, and Nanami could tell it was not enough. 

Your eyes were stained with tears as you cried out, the pleasure feeling so close yet frustratingly far away at the same time. And as if answering your prayers, what you needed most stepped right before you. But you weren’t about to give in, no matter how much you craved it. 

“Love?” he called out, soft and tired eyes meeting your watery ones, a hand coming to rest on your shoulders. Nanami then sat at the foot of the bed, within arms reach. 

No response came from you. You didn’t even cease the movements of your arm, blatantly gazing straight at him. 

This was not only torture for him, but for you also. 

But with the look you gave him, he could tell where your annoyance came from. How could he not? He felt disappointed in himself for driving you this far. 

“Sweetheart…” he hummed, slowly easing your legs open with a hand as he neared closer to you, then he halted the movements of your arm. “I'm sorry, I mean it.” 

Nanami gazed into your eyes, ever serious, as he placed himself between your legs, stuffing his face within the crook of your neck. He then took away your hand, spreading your legs even further apart to fit his large frame, then whispered. “I can tell this isn’t enough, how about I make it up to you, yeah? Promise we’ll go as many rounds as you want.” 

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅. 

“Calm your tits, I'll only be gone for two days.” Toji mumbles from his position standing before the bathroom counter, mouth full of suds as he brushes his teeth. He looks at you through the mirror, grinning to himself at the visible pout and annoyance evident on your face. Afterall, this was his second business trip of the month, how could you not be? 

“Two days, Toji? That and your other trip makes up a week combined.” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. You don’t know for how long you’ll be able to keep this up. 

For starters, you suppose this was expected when you got into a relationship with an assassin, though you didn’t know it would be to this degree. Perhaps it’s your attachment issues that are speaking, but two more days without him might turn you into a madwoman–considering that also means two days more without dick. 

“Mhm? Whatd’ya say?” he asks as he turns to you, but you wave him off. 

Once Toji’s in the shower, you’re left by yourself. With your thoughts. 

And suddenly, then, you realize just how long it’s been since… anything, really. There’s that ache deep in your womb, then the throb of your cunt begging for attention. But with Toji not around, you’ve only one thing to do. 

Your hands tremble as they snake down your torso, dipping under the hem of your pajamas as you find your panties. Undoubtedly, there’s a damp spot, right where your core aches. Nimble fingers run over your folds, bringing about a delightful sensation that you only want more of. 

Soon, as you enter yourself, your back arches from the bed, and your legs slightly begin to quiver. “Hn–oh, fuck..” you moan, eyes rolling back, not from annoyance this time, but pleasure. You create a pace, thrusting in and out at a rhythm that’s not too fast but not too slow, something simple that’ll bring you to your orgasm quickly enough. 

Lost in bliss, you begin to get consumed by it–carried away. Your eyes close and your hands seem to move on their own, sopping digits soaked in slick. 

“Fuck..go a lil’ slower, yeah? That’s my pace.” 

As you open your eyes, there Toji stands; arms crossed and a towel loosely hung about his hips, presenting his defined v-line to your hungry and prying eyes. It’s like a competition of who’s stare can compel the other the most. 

Toji’s stare is telling you to stop, silently telling you off on touching what’s his,  but yours on the other hand, is refuting that. 

To your dismay, though, he doesn’t move an inch. “Guess I'll stay here. But don’t think I'll help you, ‘kay? ‘M just gonna enjoy the show.”

[whalesforhands]

would love to see something ab reader having a nightmare about shoko, geto, and gojo dying maybay? and they wake up in a panic? shuffling off to the dorm kitchen to try and maybe calm herself down only to see geto there and he helps calm them down after they confide in him. could be with your series where gojo and geto are together because those boys are def in love 🥹☺️. BUT YEAH JUST,,, comfort hehe.

really enjoying your writing btw, pls keep up the good work, bub :)

very very very cute idea anon. ily ♥️

yes, i swear they are 100% in love with each other canonically!!!! i love them together sm.

if only my dreams were as sweet as you (geto x reader x gojo)

warnings: angst to comfort, anxiety attacks, depressive episode, gore descriptions

You shook upon the ground you sat on, barely breathing, barely able to move.

Your leg was ripped off, the remainder of what was left of it wrapped tight with Suguru’s coat, his attempt to comfort you, to stop the bleeding. To assure you everything is okay.

You think you’ve lost your sense of touch. Your sense of self. You can’t feel any semblance of their cursed energies anymore.

Geto Suguru laid on the ground, his eyes lifeless, an arm torn off from his body, laying uselessly within the pits of some sick curse’s stomach. A large hole stretched throughout his midriff. He had no chance of survival.

Shoko Ieiri was near your side, body cold, trapped within rubble that suffocated her already dead self, her face unrecognisable, gored from the ferocious attacks of a special grade that she stood no chance against from the start.

Finally, Gojo Satoru, laid on your lap as you screamed and cried for him to wake up. You can’t lose him. His eyes were wide open, crystalline blue dull and gone, his cursed energy barely even there. Your tears fell onto his face, staining his cheeks and seeping into the cuts he sustained.

You shake and shake him with your broken arms, your arms feeling useless as the nerves slowly started to die.

Please. Please. Please!

Don’t leave you alone in this universe. Don’t leave. Don’t leave! You can’t lose the only people you love. You can’t. Your heart shattered when Ieiri fell, crushed to dust when Suguru lost, and now nothing would remain as Satoru was defeated.

You feel the looming shadow of the special grade curse.

You hope it takes you to where your beloved three were.

Jolting awake with a start, sweat dripping off your brow even as the AC ran. Feeling your heart stutter and pound, your senses going into overdrive as you felt the area for the three.

Suguru, Shoko and Satoru. You felt their energy all around you. A strikingly bright, overwhelming energy. An ominous, immense and darker energy. A serenely heart-chilling one.

Alive. They were alive. Your heart never felt such relief.

Thank goodness. It was just a dream. Just a dream.

Your hand scurried to what you thought was your missing leg, squeezing and pinching the flesh that was definitely there. Yep, definitely a dream. A horrible one.

A nightmare.

You hold your face in your hands as you felt tears begin to well up. You can’t believe your mind even conjured that. Bile was rising up your throat as you continued to cry.

You can’t live in a world without them. The thought of losing all three of them was devastating.

A life without them? You’d rather die. You felt the urge to throw up just thinking about this.

Water. You need water. Does Suguru keep his chamomile and valerian tea in the pantry too? You think you need some.

Your shaky legs barely hold you up as you venture out of your room, dressed in your sleep shorts, oversized shirt and fluffy lamb slippers. Your hair was a mess, your face void of most of its colour.

You must look like you’ve woken from the dead. (Your attempt at a joke to lighten yourself up. You need to spend more time around Satoru for his silliness. You suck.)

As you approached the kitchen, you were surprised to see a glowing lamp still on. Is someone in there, or did Satoru forget to turn it off?

You slowly peek in from the ajar door, only to find Geto Suguru, in all his glory, already staring at you. Long hair left down from his usual bun, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt with Satoru’s face printed on it.

In his hand, a cup of steaming tea.

“I thought that was you. How are you still awake?”

——

Your head was rested on his shoulder, his arm comfortingly wrapped around your shoulders, snuggled comfortably onto the sofa with one empty cup, the other half-way drunk on the coffee table before you.

“And? What happened then?” He softly inquired, voice soothing and gentle as he tenderly prodded your thoughts.

“You all… Were dead…” You began, a sniffle already squeezed out of you. The thought making you want to cry all over again.

“I- I could never handle… Losing any of you…” Your grip tightened itself around his shirt, hand over where his beating heart was, as you buried yourself into his shoulder, trying to press yourself closer to him.

“It’s okay.” He whispered. “I’m here. We’re all here.” His other hand came up to wipe at your tears.

“That will never happen.” He continued to say, hearing your breaths starting to slow and even out.

He was about to continue, until the door to the room was creaked open.

“Suguruuuuuuu, why’d you leavveee meeeee?” A whining Satoru has just awoken from Suguru’s bed. His eyes were still closed, had it made it all the way here just by feeling for his boyfriend’s cursed energy?

Then he must’ve sensed yours too.

Dressed in a shirt printed with Suguru’s sleeping face, and a similar pair of sweatpants, he creaked open his eyes. Picking up Suguru’s half-empty cup and downing the remainder of it.

You felt Satoru plop onto the couch right beside you, snuggling his face into your chest before he stretched over the length of both your and Suguru’s legs, placing his head on Suguru’s lap as he splayed his legs out on your own lap.

(The menace even reached out for your hand, holding it in his own as his eyes closed back, smiling as he threaded his fingers through yours.)

A cuddle pile.

He spoke, feeling Suguru stroke his hair.

“Ya just woke up from a bad dream?” It was an inquiry, tender and laced with a hint of worry.

You remain silent. He understands.

“Don’t,” He yawns, feeling comforted by Suguru’s hand. “Don’t worry…”

“We’re the strongest, after all…” He fell back asleep. How strong of him.

Suguru nods, a smile on his face.

“He’s right, you know?” A kiss to your forehead.

“We are the strongest.”

You think the tea was starting to kick in. Why was there such a warm, soothing feeling within you? You felt the lids of your eyes begin to grow heavy, Suguru opening his free arm more allow your head to loll onto his chest, holding you close as your eyes begin to shut.

You like being here.

masterlist

Notes:

Suguru has trouble sleeping due to the bad aftertaste from swallowing curses. It’s disgusting, the taste haunts his mouth and he gags at the reminder of it.

It was Satoru’s idea to get his and Suguru’s faces printed on shirts. The photo he used for himself was one of him looking charming, whilst Suguru’s photo was one of him drooling onto Satoru’s pillow. The shirts are very high quality, and very expensive.

There is an extra shirt in your size with both of their photos printed on it hidden in Suguru’s closet.

Satoru finds it hard to sleep without a certain someone in bed. If Suguru is awake, they’ll both just sleep on the couch in the shared living room area.

Shoko was the one to find all three of you cuddled into each other asleep on the sofa. She got a blanket she draped over you as she drank her coffee, taking a photo of all three of you that she sent to both Suguru and Satoru.

See? She can be nice. But they both owe her a favour now.

[twiceinadream]

“Santa baby.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Fem! S/O finds a slutty Santa outfit and surprises Mina with it.

a/u: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! I apologize for being gone for so long, life has been really busy and to be honest I have had the worst writer’s block for months. I really struggled to finish this one but I wanted to push through and deliver my annual Mina Christmas post. I hope y’all enjoy! Thank you so much for all the love and support.

Word Count: 1.7k

Category: NSFW and Fluff

The soft glow of the Christmas lights you and Mina had set up around the apartment left it feeling even more homey than usual and the slightly too tall tree you and Mina had bought on a whim was set up in the corner of the living room. Filled with ornaments the two of you had collected from various trips and from all the different countries Mina had visited while on tour. A plethora of presents decorated the bottom of the tree and soft music played from the surround system as your girlfriend sat blindfolded on the couch.

Ever the patient woman, Myoui Mina sat perfectly still where you had left her a little over five minutes ago, promising her an early Christmas surprise. You had to shake off your nerves as you emerged from your guy’s bedroom, dressed in a very skimpy Santa outfit you had seen while Christmas shopping earlier that month and bought it on a whim with the intent of surprising your girlfriend with it for Christmas.

So you finally worked up the nerve to finally put it on and show her. It was a particularly short red dress, with faux white fur on the border, a small black belt and buckle around your midsection, and a little bow nestled between your breasts. As a finishing touch you added a Santa hat that now sat atop your head, “Okay, you can take your blindfold off baby.”

Mina hesitated for a second before reaching up and removing the eye mask you had forced her to wear. She blinked for a second as her eyes readjusted to the low light before her jaw fell slightly ajar and her pupils dilated, “Wow.”

The statement was simple but the appreciation in the Japanese woman’s eyes was unmistakable as you felt your body flush with heat, “What do you think, baby?”

Mina smirked as she beckoned you forward, her hand finding its way up your thigh, “I’d say you just put yourself on the naughty list, Y/N-Chan. The very very naughty list.”

You gulped as your girlfriend gave you “the look”. As you lowered yourself to your knees between her parted thighs, “What are you going to do to me, mistress?”

“Let’s see.” Mina hummed as she looked up in thought, “Oh I know, why don’t you get on my lap and tell me. Tell me what you wish for Santa baby.”

You rose slowly from the floor as you positioned yourself over one of Mina’s thighs, straddling it but not lowering yourself. You knew better than to do anything without her permission, “May I sit, mistress?”

“Yes.” You bit your lip as you held back a small gasp as a delicious pressure greeted your clit as you settled atop your girlfriend’s knee. Mina hummed in approval, “So, tell me Y/N-Chan, what do you wish for this Christmas? Oh, and move.”

You let out a breath as you began to grind, “I wish for…” Mina raised her thigh so it pressed harder into your cunt making you stop to regain your focus as you felt your wetness seeping into the flimsy thong you had worn beneath the dress, “for whatever pl…pleases you, mi..mistress.”

The Japanese woman stayed silent for a few moments more as you continued to grind, her thigh becoming slicker as your breaths grew labored. “Good answer, keep going.”

You nodded more focused on your pleasure than your mistress’s words as you felt your peak drawing nearer. But Mina did not appreciate your lack of response, “You’re being naughty, stop.” But you weren’t listening as you continued grinding, moans slipping past your lips as you were a hair away from cumming.

However, you never reached the blissful end you were expecting as Mina took hold of your hips and pushed you off her thigh. Causing you to stumble back onto the floor as a very unsatisfying orgasm ripped through you, your inner walls clenched around nothing as the ruined orgasm finally passed. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked up to meet the disappointed gaze of your mistress.

Mina tsked as she stood up from her spot on the couch, “And here I thought you were a good girl this year, Y/N-ah. But I guess not. Do you know what happens to naughty girls, baby?”

You felt a small tremble of pleasure and fear race up your spine as you nodded slowly, “Th..they get pu…punished.”

That brought a smile to your girlfriend’s face, “Correct. So,” her voice turned dark, “bedroom. Now.”

You were quick to do as you were told not wanting to upset her further as you scrambled to make it to your guy’s shared bedroom. You knew better than to upset Mina further as you took your place on your knees at the foot of the bed.

“Look who wants to be a good girl, now.” The Japanese woman’s voice was condescending as you felt small under her domineering gaze, “Come.” Mina sat at the edge of the bed, her legs once again spread as you finally realized the outline of your favorite strap-on under her trouser seams. You crawled forward as you waited for her next instructions, “I don’t have all night, get to it.”

You immediately sat up on your knees as your fingers worked as nimbly as they could to unbutton and unzip your girlfriends slacks, finding that she forwent any panties as the strap all but sprung up and nearly hit you in the face. The toy had never looked more intimidating as it did in this moment as you looked up for permission, “Suck.”

Mina’s words were simple but they had the desired effect as you ran your tongue up the length of the strap, coating it in a thin sheen of saliva as you licked up to the head of the shaft. Even though you knew your girlfriend couldn’t fully feel the true effects of your tongue, but you would be damned if you didn’t give her a good show. And by the way Mina was slowly bucking up into your mouth it was having the desired effect.

You continued teasing the head of the toy before you felt a firm pressure at the back of your head as your mistress began forcing more of the strap into your throat as you had to prevent yourself from pulling away as you relaxed. When Mina believed that you got the message she stopped urging you forward letting you catch your breath as you took in more of the toy till you physically couldn’t anymore before pulling back to the head. You took a second to breath before going back down but this time you wrapped your fist around the base of the toy and began stroking up to meet your lips, causing the toy to rub against your girlfriend’s clit and g-spot as the insertable part was jostled by your movements as well.

Mina moaned as her hips rose to meet your mouth, inadvertently forcing more of her cock into your throat as she chased her peak. Drool spilled from the corner of your lips and pooled into your palm, slicking your hand’s movements as your girlfriend drew closer to her orgasm. Your girlfriend’s breathing became ragged and her pace was beginning to falter, a signal that had been ingrained into your brain that she was close. But before you could send her hurtling into the pleasure filled abyss, for the second time that night she pulled you away.

The feeling of the toy slipping out of your mouth startled you slightly but you didn’t get a chance to question it as Mina reversed your positions and stood from the bed. Pulling you up then bending you over the side as she flipped up your skirt and pulled your ruined thong to the side. The insides of your thighs were covered in your wetness, you moaned as you felt Mina run the strap through your folds, slicking the head even further before she positioned the toy at your entrance. “Color?”

You didn’t even need to think, “Green!”

Without wasting another second your girlfriend pushed in, your inner walls gladly parting for your mistress’s cock as you moaned aloud. You felt unbelievably full as she bottomed out inside of you, Mina held still for a few moments to allow you to adjust to the stretch for pulling out till only the head of the strap remained inside before thrusting back inside.

The ruined orgasm you had experienced earlier in the evening came back with a vengeance as the knot in your stomach was wound so tight that you swore it could snap at any second. Your body was flushed with pleasure as your moans grew louder as you began rocking back to meet Mina’s thrusts, “F..fuck I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!”

This time your girlfriend didn’t stop you, “Cum for me Y/N-ah!”

You didn’t hold anything back as you felt the knot inside you snap, you bit the comforter to prevent yourself from screaming as Mina continued fucking you through your orgasm. But your fingers began digging into the bed when you realized she wasn’t stopping. “Mi…Mina!?”

“One more baby, give me one more.”

Her voice was calm as her brows were creased in concentration as her hips somehow sped up and began thrusting into your harder as she too chased her orgasm. Tears stung your eyes as your body began to overload with pleasure as you felt an even bigger orgasm building up inside of you. The sound of your bodies meeting filled the room where your moans didn’t as you began falling over the edge again.

A scream ripped itself from your chest as Mina thrusted into you for a final time as she came, but your brain was a mess as your inner walls gripped along your mistress’s silicone shaft attempting to milk it for all it was worth as you squirted slightly onto the floor. Your legs shook so bad that if Mina had not been holding you up you would have collapsed onto the ground. You barely realized how sleepy you were becoming as Mina slowly pulled out and began helping you into bed.

She quickly busied herself with cleaning and undressing you before undressing herself and slipping into bed beside you. You immediately curled into her arms as Mina placed a gentle kiss on your temple.

“You truly are the best Christmas gift I could have ever asked for.”

You smiled as you felt sleep begin to take you, “You too, Minari. Love you.”

Mina didn’t even get a chance to respond before you were asleep in her arms, a soft smile gracing her lips as she held you closer, “I love you too, Y/N-Chan. Merry Christmas.”

[bittersweetastoria]

Merry Christmas, Mami.

a lil smutty Christmas drabble for all us nasty moshers. 😈 🎄

Wrapped up in a cute little red bow, with matching red panties and black fishnet stockings: you await the arrival of your favorite person. The only person you’d bother to even leave home for this dreaded season of coldness and misery. Your family situation kind of sucked ass so, you’d spent many a holiday either home alone or out getting smashed. But not this year. This year, your - fuck, what was she? You two hadn’t had the girlfriend / official talk yet. You hoped tonight would spur that along. But to get to that point, she needed to get here already!

Tapping your nails upon the glass coffee table you sat upon, the couch perfectly made up with blankets and pillows you refused to mess up before she got here. The chair, out of commission thanks to Barry and Luna napping there. Leaving your bare ass (let’s face it, these panties didn’t cover any cheeks) to sit on the cold glass of the coffee table for any sign of her approach. Scrolling on your phone, you sigh to yourself as you try and pass the time until she was home.

Time ticks by, your excitement turning to nerves as you wait. But eventually, the lock clicks signaling she’s home! The dogs reacted before you could, so you kept your spot and let the furbabies have their moment with everyone’s favorite mami. You crossed your legs, leaning back on the table. Your bow, perfectly concealing just enough of your tits from view to be a tease and be suited for a pg-13 rating, proudly the visual point you wanted to make on display to be the first thing she’d see when she walked into the room.

Took a bit, but eventually you heard her asking the dogs where you were which just made you light up. Before you could say though, all three made their way in.. and as you hoped, mami stopped dead in her tracks. Eyes fixed on your chest, mouth agape in surprise. “I-fuck, you look good baby.” She finally managed to say once she found her voice. Dropping her bag on the floor, ignoring the dogs clamoring for her attention, Rhea made her way to you and picked you up. A giggle left your lips as you wrapped your arms and legs around her. Your eyes met for the briefest moment, before your lips crashed into one another’s. In the most heated, “i need you right fucking now”, kiss of either of your lives.

Next thing you knew, your back was on the couch and she was over you. Her lips kissing down every inch of your skin as your breath picked up. Her effect on you, was entirely unfair. “Mami..” you speak, breathless already as she kissed down your stomach. Your hands took hold of hers, locking them in your grasp, your little noises spurring her on to continue her path.. every moment driving you to the break of madness.

“Please.. don’t ever stop. “ you eventually speak up, a moan slipping out as her tongue (and its ring within it) worked wonders on your body. The plan had been to show her how much you missed her.. but that thought was long gone the instant your body got her attention. Not that you were complaining in the least.. “God, I missed you baby girl.” Rhea spoke softly as she came up from below. Her body aligning with yours perfectly, your arms wrapping around her neck as she leaned in and kissed your lips. You could taste yourself on her lips. “I missed you, so so much mami.” You finally speak against her lips, your eyes gazing into hers.

“Oh, I know.” Rhea smirked, stealing another kiss as she pulled away. In moments, she had everything off you and her hoodie off herself leaving herself in just her sports bra and some booty shorts she knew you loved her ass in. “You were wet the moment I touched you, baby girl. Your body can’t lie, not to me.” She grinned, leaning in to kiss your lips once again. Her hands finding your heated core, fingers sinking into you until you were a moaning mess beneath her. “Merry Christmas, baby. Mami has a whole day planned for you and clothes are not needed for either of us.” She smirked once more, pulling away to rid herself of her last articles of clothing while her digits worked inside you. Your eyes stayed on her as she stripped, little moans slipping from your lips.

Once she was as bare as you, she slipped her fingers from your needy hole and placed you upon her lap.. A top the strap on she came ready with, obviously. As you sunk down on it, you screamed out for your mami. Only silenced by her lips capturing yours as she began thrusting into you. The start, of a very long and satisfying Christmas night.

[nhlclover]

snowflakes sparks fly au

✭ — summary: sofia's finally admits her feelings for rutger

✭ — warnings: angst

✭ — a/n: …sorry lol. also i don’t know if i like this soz

✭ — word count: 0.85k

Sofia was struck with nerves, sitting at the café table. Her knee was bouncing and she felt her palms slick with sweat. She honestly couldn't believe she was doing this.

Based on Rutgers text, Sofia had about 3 minutes to perfect her speech. Maybe she should steer away from a speech. More of a declaration. Of feelings.

Sofia wasn't entirely sure where this burst of confidence came from. Over the past few weeks, she'd worked up the nerve to tell Rutger about her feelings. He had agreed to meet for coffee, under the guise that Sofia wanted to bounce some ideas off him for their upcoming final essay. In actuality, Sofia was going to tell Rutger how she truly felt about him. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to practically ambush him, but Sofia didn't know how else to do it.

His latest behaviour, with Rutger constantly cancelling and barely talking to her in class, was maybe a sign she shouldn’t do this. Because what if he doesn’t like her back? What if Sofia ruins a friendship that she felt so comfortable in? 

These thoughts are immediately gone from her mind as she spots him walking on the sidewalk, approaching the cafe doors. He sits down, his brown hair covered in little snowflakes, slowly melting from the warmth of the café. The sight of him brings a sense of ease.

The new season entering Ann Arbor brought joy to Sofia. She loves the winter season, seeing the snow-coated ground and the surrounding houses beginning to be decorated with lights for the approaching holiday. 

"Hey." He smiles.

"Hi." Sofia replies softly.

It's silent for a few moments as Sofia simply looks at the boy across from her. His cheeks were tinged with a light pink hue from the bite of the wind.

"So you wanted to go over the essay?' Rutger probes.

"Oh, uh, I lied." Sofia says. Her heartbeat picks up as she realizes what she is about to say. Rutgers brows furrow as leans on the table in front of him. "I asked you here because I kind of wanted to talk to you about something."

Rutger stays silent allowing Sofia to continue. Any previous plan or words Sofia had thought of went out the window. Her mind was blank with any way to ease into her confession. It was out of her mouth before she knew it.

"I like you." Sofia says.

The words hang in the air as both Sofia and Rutger process what was just said. 

Rutgers' thoughts were going a million miles a minute. While Rutger was over the moon that the girl he'd been infatuated with did return his feelings, the fact that she was Luca and Adam's sister was weighing on him. If Rutger and Sofia were to ever date and God forbid something happened and Sofia was left heartbroken, the two Fantilli brothers would never forgive him. He would lose three people he cared about in one fell swoop.

“I like you as…as in more than a friend. I would say I have a crush on you but that feels a little juvenile and I don’t want it to come across as just that I think you’re cute, and don’t get me wrong I do think you’re cute cause, like, wow you are, but I also just really like being around you and—”

Sofia is suddenly very aware of the fact that she has been rambling and shuts her mouth promptly. “I’m sorry, I should let you speak.”

“Sofia…we can’t have feelings for each other.”

Sofia’s caught off guard by his response. “I…I’m sorry?”

“I mean…Sofia come on.” Rutger says. “You’re Adam and Luca’s sister.”

Sofia furrows her brows. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, it would be weird if I dated their sister. I mean I’m best friends with them, they’re practically my brothers.”

“What, it feels like I’m a sister to you?” Sofia asked.

“I guess so.” Rutger says.

Sofia can’t help but let her jaw go slack at his answer. Sofia knew that it would maybe be a bit weird for her to date her brother's friend, but not a complete deal breaker. Sofia nods, suddenly feeling stupid and embarrassed. She was so sure he liked her back. 

“I’m going to go.” Sofia says, standing up, the chair scraping against the floor. The tears she knew were inevitable began to brim in her eyes.

“Sofia… Rutger says, reaching for her but she’s just too far.

“No, it’s okay.” She says, wiping away a tear immediately as it escapes. “Good luck at your game tomorrow.”

Sofia leaves, stepping out into the falling snow, flakes delicately landing in her hair and melting on contact. Despite the freezing temperature outside, her body felt like it was on fire. Sweating under her jacket, she walked down the sidewalk at a rapid pace, just wanting to be in her dorm.

Rutgers' response to Sofia confessing her feelings was much more than just rejection. He made her feel small, like a little girl.

She finally reaches her building, collapsing into sobs when she was safely alone inside her dorm. Sofia couldn’t help but feel utterly stupid, having embarrassed herself completely. Crawling under her covers she allowed her emotions to overflow, crying into exhaustion as she replayed the scene in the coffee shop.

[slayfics]

Hello! I’ve been reading your posts for a couple weeks now and I love them sm! Muichiro has a place in my heart after season 3 lol. I was wondering if you could do a one shot where the reader saves him from a vital blow from a demon after a bad argument? It hits her in her shoulder and goes almost all the way through her body. So there’s blood and all that stuff. It splashed muichiro in the face and he’s just silent as reader hits the floor. He defeats the demon and reader is just unconscious (not dead) and he freaks? Idk how it would end though? If this sounds absolutely crappy just ignore me 🥹 love your writing!

You get badly hurt by a demon after a fight with Muichiro.

Warnings: blood

You couldn't believe after all this time Muichiro still had the nerve to talk down to you. Sure you were still ranked lower than him but you had proven your worth, the days of feeling you didn't deserve respect were long gone.

You cursed the fact that you both were summoned in the middle of an argument to quickly catch a group of demons. Even more, frustration welled up inside you that Obanai had already beaten you both to the demon.

Why were you even summoned when a Hashira was already at the demon? Whatever the case, you and Muichiro quickly got to work attacking the demons with Obanai.

Whether it was due to the reassuring presence of Obanai being another Hashira in the fight, or the argument you were both in right before the fight, you both seemed to be disorganized in the fight.

To the point that you saw Muichiro left an opening for a demon to come right for him. Without thinking you quickly moved yourself between Muichiro and the demon.

The demon's attack went completely through your shoulder splashing blood everywhere. Swiftly Muichiro spun and cut the demon's head off as you fell to the floor.

Obanai had just taken out he last demon and rushed to assess the situation with Muichiro.

Muichiro stared over your body completely in shock as more blood from your wound spilled out to soak his feet.

"What the hell are you doing just standing there!" Obanai barked at Muichiro. Obanai quickly took off his haoir and wrapped it around your wound.

"We have to get her to the Butterfly Mansion right away,"

Muichiro blinked away the tears forming in his eyes, "Right-" He finally spoke.

"Well pick her up!" Obanai commanded, irritated at Muichiro's shock and lack of action.

Muichiro shook his head quickly trying to focus then carefully grabbed you into his arms. Obanai took off in the direction of the Butterfly Mansion and Muichiro followed right behind.

"Why were you both fighting so carelessly?" Obanai asked, as the two Hashria's continued to run.

"We were in the middle of a disagreement when we were summoned," Muichiro spoke.

"Hmm- I see," Obanai responded.

"Iguro..." Muichiro called from behind.

"Yes, Tokito?"

"She'll be alright won't she?"

"If we are fast enough," Obanai answered.

You woke up in the Butterfly Mansion to the sight of a misty-eyed Muichiro sitting across from you. Immediately he stood up when your eyes opened. You didn't feel any pain, actually the opposite you couldn't feel the right side of your body.

"Tokito?" You called hazily looking at the Hashira.

"Do you need anything? How do you feel? Are you ok?" He bombarded you with questions.

"I can't really feel anything yet," You answered. 'What happened?"

"I wasn't paying attention and you took an attack from a demon to save me," he explained.

"Oh..." You started to have some memories of the event flooding back to you.

"Are you ok?" You asked.

Muichiro scoffed, "Yes thanks to you," He answered. "I shouldn't have been so careless," He said, looking down at the floor.

"It's ok- we weren't really in a good mindset. I'm sorry we fought," you said.

"No, you don't need to apologize. I'm the one that let you down. I was useless in that fight," he scolded himself.

"You got me back here safe. It's ok, don't be so hard on yourself," You tried to console him.

"No, I can't take credit for that either. I stood frozen while Iguro took control of the situation. You should be thanking him, not me," Muichiro said, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Tokito, it's ok. It was just a bad day. Nothing we can't overcome," you pleaded with him.

"No, I- I'm sorry I should go-" He said, turning to walk out and get one of the butterfly girls.

"No!" You yelled at the Hashira. "Don't leave me please!"

"You really want my company after the harsh things I said and my negligence in today's fight," he said bitterly.

"You're so aggravating sometimes, Tokito! Just come here," You said sternly, swallowing a lump in your throat.

Muichiro reluctantly moved closer to you. You reach out for his hand bringing it to your lips and gently placing a kiss.

"Stop being so difficult," you commanded. Finally, Muichiro's shoulders relaxed a bit and a smile found a way to his face.

Thank you so much for the request I hope you enjoy it~

Tags~

@aeolia18 @yandere-kou @sakurasunkiss @hashiroses @plvuii @snowmist-hashira

[vampzity]

𝘼 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

Pairing: idol! Yeosang x gn!reader

Genre: fluff (PURE FLUFF), one shot, valentines au, pet names (honey, my love, babe), valentine's series, mini idol au

Synopsis: It's Valentine's Day, one of your favorite days of the year. Your boyfriend Yeosang is at the company, practicing with the boys for their upcoming Coachella debut and World Tour. Not to mention he’s been gone for weeks due to the Japanese leg of the tour. Taking advantage of this, you decide to bake him a bunch of cupcakes to surprise him with. However, you aren't necessarily a keen baker just yet ...

Now Playing: Lucky - Crying City

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I thought this would be the cutest idea for Yeosang, as he's a more quiet and closeted member. I hope you guys enjoy! :))

Yunho's Pt. Masterlist San's Pt.

You ran down the stairs in your apron as the oven began to beep relentlessly at you. Signaling that it was time to set its temperature. You hurried over to the batch of cupcakes that were sitting on the island table, patiently waiting to be baked for about 30 minutes.

You pulled the oven open, grabbed both baking pans from the table ,and placed them neatly side by side. You closed the oven and picked up the timer, beginning to set the time until your phone rang from upstairs. You groaned and set the timer down, making your way up the steps of the home. Walking into your room, you grabbed your phone off the charger and picked it up quickly before it hung up.

“Hello?”

“Y/n? Honey, Happy Valentine’s Day..”

Yeosang spoke to you softly, allowing you to feel his love through the phone. You smiled, your face painted pink hearing him call you ‘honey.’

“Happy Valentine’s Day Yeo. I can’t wait for you to come home, if I had to go any longer, I would’ve died.” You let out a small laugh, taking a seat on your shared bed. Yeosang sighed laughing with you, trying hard to hide his agreement with your sentence.

“It’s only been a couple of weeks, my love. You know the deal.”

You groaned, taking off your apron and laying down in the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “I know Yeo, but on Valentine’s Day? Like yea,” You paused for a second holding your left hand in the air to make air quotes. “Fan service, but what about my service?!”

Yeosang chuckled at your words, making you roll your eyes. He knew you were serious, but he often just found it cute when you considered yourself to be his biggest fan. Yes, you were his girlfriend, but in your eyes, you were his biggest supporter. Practically stuck with him through his entire trainee process to now. He went through a lot to get where he was now, both you and Wooyoung had seen it all being that was his best friend.

Overall, he deserved it. You believed Yeosang deserved the number of fans he has, even if you considered yourself number one. He worked hard to get here, they all did and finally, it was paying off.

“Why of course honey, you’ll always be my biggest fan. You know I’m forever grateful for such a thing.”

The young gentleman paused for a second, before continuing to speak again.

“It never goes unnoticed.. nothing does. I promise that.”

You smiled at his reassuring words, feeling content with the amount of love he expressed to you. There was never a moment where he didn’t. Never a moment where he didn’t remind you of how much he adored you and everything that you did for him. He always made sure to reassure you of how grateful he was for you. You were his girl, and he was going to make sure you knew that.

“I’m happy you know that. It’s just so dreadful going this long without you.” You whined like a child in the toy section.

Yeosang let out a small laugh, shaking his head as he began to speak.

“Babe, there’s been plenty of times where we have been away for a while. What’s got you worked up today, hm?”

You paused at his question, pondering for a minute.

“Well, it’s Valentine’s Day Yeo. The first we would ever spend together! I guess it’s my nerves. I’m overwhelmed with what to do, you know?”

You heard his faint hum over the phone, permitting you to speak some more.

“We’ve been together for what, 3 years? Not once have we had this holiday to ourselves. So the one time that we do, it’s just.. I just want everything to go right today. Is that so hard to ask?”

You sighed heavily, feeling an unbearable amount of weight on your shoulders as you continued to be overwhelmed by the topic of conversation.

“It’s okay, my love. I promise you that in the end, it will all turn out okay. Be positive for me, can you do that?”

You let out a small mumble as a response, nodding your head softly. Yeosang raised an eyebrow, knowing that you tend to get quiet when nervous. Even then, he still wanted you to communicate always.

“What was that, honey? Speak up for me.”

You felt your face turn red at his words. You knew how sweet Yeosang could be, but there were times when you couldn’t resist him. He knew exactly what words to say to you, and how to say them. How to use them.

“I said.. okay..” You beamed a light smile as Yeosang responded, soon leaving a bit of silence between you two.

“Well, what are you guys up to? When are you coming home?”

You pouted with the reminder that there was still some time before your beloved boyfriend came home. You dreaded such a long wait, but nothing could suppress the excitement you felt about it. It was the first Valentine’s that you two had ever spent together. The first time where Yeosang wasn’t on ‘idol duty’ as you like to call it. So of course, you were more than static to spend your first Valentine’s together.

“We’re just finishing up practice, honey. I’ll be home soon,” his voice trailed off as a bit of silence was present.

“I want to say.. in 2 hours or less. Okay?”

You hummed in response, being sure not to spoil the surprise that you had waiting for him when he came home. Two hours was more than enough time for you to decorate the cupcakes you made for him once they finished baking.

“Yeosang!! Hurry up!”

You heard a faint yell in the background as the members called for your boyfriend, making you frown at how short your call time was.

“Well don’t keep your members waiting Yeo. The more time you waste the longer you take to come home to me!” You laughed, smiling widely as you imagined Yeosang’s smile on the other side of the phone.

“Ah yeah, I guess I’ll go then. See you later y/n, I love you.”

“I love you too Yeo.”

The phone call ended and you sighed as you put your hands on your chest, feeling the rush of butterflies go through you. It was exciting to see Yeosang again after not being with him for a few weeks. Between tour practices, the Japan concerts and god knows what else, it seriously took a toll on you being alone for so long. Even if you’ve done this a billion times before, it was still a feeling you could never get used to. You get used to having Yeosang around just for him to be taken so quickly, it was never a delightful feeling.

You placed your phone down beside you, yawning slightly as you turned onto your side. Letting your heavy eyes fall shut, you drifted off into a soft sleep.

Yeosang placed the bouquet of roses in the trunk of the car next to the white box that was placed there before. It contained a heart-shaped cake with your favorite flavor. He had it specially made for you by one of your favorite bakeries in the city and he was beyond excited to give it to you.

He took a sat in the back with Wooyoung, fastening his seatbelt as the car proceeded to drive him home. Wooyoung held his new camera up in front of the two boys, waving to it.

“Wooyoung, are you vlogging right now?” Yeosang questioned him, looking towards the camera he held.

Wooyoung nodded happily and began to ramble on a bit as Yeosang sat in silence. He mentioned today’s practice, the last concerts in Japan, and what he was deciding to eat for dinner today. He turned to Yeosang, facing the camera to him.

“What about you Hyung? Tell our fans what a special day it is today!” Wooyoung smirked as Yeosang gave him a soft glare.

Rolling his eyes at the younger, he grabbed the camera and fixed his hair, smiling slightly.

“I bought a special cake for someone. Flowers too. It’s our first holiday together, so I hope they like them.”

Yeosang flushed pink, handing the camera back over to Wooyoung. Wooyoung gagged at his elder, laughing loudly enough to echo in the car. Yeosang hit his shoulder harshly, making the young boy groan in pain as he began to complain of his hard punching.

“You did this to yourself, Woo. You know exactly what nerve to hit.”

You woke up to the loud sounds of ringing and yelling in your ears, making you startle out of your sleep. You quickly sat up and looked around for your surroundings, only to see you were in the shared apartment that belonged to you and Yeosang.

“Y/n!!! Honey!!”

You raised your eyebrows at the sound of that familiar tone. You knew that voice from anywhere and your heart immediately skipped a beat at hearing it. You stood up from your bed, grabbed your apron, and immediately made your way down the steps to the kitchen. To your surprise, Yeosang stood there waving the smoke towards the window.

“Yeo..? What happened..?” You coughed, feeling the unpleasant smell of the smoke come through your nose.

“Hi, honey. Whatever you were baking, it uh… well let’s just say,” He held one of the trays in front of you, laughing slightly. “I’m sure this isn’t what you were going for.” A dozen cupcakes sat in the baking pans, completely charcoaled. Your eyes widened and your face dropped at the sight of your hard work. You brought your hands up to your face and groaned, feeling nothing but disappointment wash over you.

“Ugh, are you serious?! I just let myself fall asleep like I didn’t have any priorities!”

Yeosang walked over to comfort you, softly placing his hand on your back as his other hand removed your hands from your face. You felt nothing but despair as the one day you wanted to go right, went completely wrong. All because of your foolish need to sleep. It just felt irresponsible.

“It’s okay, my love.” Yeosang began to rub your back slowly, trying not to upset you more than you already had been.

“No, you don’t get it, Yeo! This day was supposed to be perfect! It’s our first Valentine’s together, and I completely messed it up!”

You sighed and placed your apron in the swivel chair by the island table. You took a seat next to it and put your head down, clearly frustrated by how this day ended up. Yeosang grabbed the white box with roses that were placed in the dining room and walked over to you with it, placing it by your head. He nudged you slightly, making you groan in annoyance as you refused to lift your head.

“If it makes you feel better, I got you something.”

You stayed silent, feeling completely worse over the fact that you had absolutely nothing to gift to your boyfriend. The cupcakes were supposed to be it, as he knew you had recently been taking baking classes to open up your bakery. Yeosang stood beside you, waiting for you to pop your head out to him but all to no avail.

“You’re not ignoring me, are you? On Valentine’s Day?” Yeosang leaned up against the table, smirking softly when he saw you peek an eye out towards him.

You muttered under your breath, looking away from him quickly as you wanted to turn your head back down. Yeosang tilted his head at you, resting his cheek against the palm of his hand.

“Agh you know I don’t like the muttering, my love. Speak up for me, let me hear you.”

You blushed hearing his sentence. He felt awfully flirty today, and it could be because it’s Valentine’s Day, but it continued to catch you off guard. He nudged you again, moving the box closer to you. You lifted your head as you caught the box and bouquet of roses in front of you. Hesitating to touch it, you look up at Yeosang for a moment.

“If it’s the gift you’re worried about, trust me.. it’s not as grand as you think.” He reassured, giving you a small smile.

You sat up a bit, proceeding to open the white box open for its contents. Your face painted one of confusion as revealed was a smashed red and pink cake on the right side. You turned the cake a bit, reading the words still present on the cake to Yeosang.

“Hap…Valent…s? How sweet Yeo.” You chuckled at your words, looking up to see him in embarrassment.

He turned the box of cake fully towards his direction and frowned at the sight. He brought two fingers up to the bridge of his nose, sighing softly.

“It must’ve fallen over in the back of the trunk.. this was unfortunate.”

You laughed, standing up from your seat and pulling Yeosang in for a hug. His eyes widened, as he didn’t expect you to be so joyous over a messed up cake. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead softly. You nuzzled your head into his shoulder kissing his neck lightly.

“Thank you, Yeo.”

You lifted your head to look at him, a confused look painted on his face. You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly with your thumb.

“I know my gift to you was practically ruined, but don’t feel bad about your gift either.” You walked over to the drawer, pulling out a spoon. You scooped a piece from the cake, shoving it into Yeosang’s mouth and then some into your own.

“Mmm red velvet? Still tasty.”

Yeosang beamed at you, feeling nothing but a gross amount of love in his heart. How quickly you light up a room with your positivity and how easy it was to make his heart ache for you.

“I’m glad you like it, honey.” he looked over at the fridge, seeing a brochure hanging from it. “How about we order some pizza?”

He looked over to you as you nodded pleasantly. After the stressful day that occurred, all you wanted was to sit and relax with the person you adored most. Watch movies and eat countless slices of pizza without worrying about a thing in the world.

“Well, let’s change into something comfier then.” He grabbed your hand and made his way up the stairs with you, stopping at the door of your shared room.

“Y/n?”

You looked up at him, his eyes full of admiration as he gave you a small smile. You cocked your head at him as he squeezed your hand gently.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey. I love you.”

divider creds: @cafekitsune

A/N: I told you guys that this one shot was gonna be pure fluff! Since Valentine’s day is tomorrow I’m going try to work on San’s part for today so it can be uploaded. Then hopefully work on Mingi and Wooyoung tomorrow. Jongho will have to just be posted the day after but that’s okay!

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[queenofthedisneyverse]

Story Idea! (Yeah...these are the things I think about when I'm bored)

WHAT IF (and hear me out here) Eurylochus had a lover that was ON the ship. Hence why he cares about the crew so much is because his lover is also on the ship/apart of that crew.

AND BEFORE YOU COME AT ME, I'm aware of Ctimene and I LOVE that ship but I kind of find it odd that he doesn't mention her. So, for story's sake, take this as an au where he and Ctimene aren't married.

First version of this "Au"

Let's call Eury's bf/husband "Evander". Evander grew up alongside Eurylochus, Polites, and Polites. Friends to lover's sort of thing. Let's say Evander and Eury got married shortly after Odypen did.

MLM marriages are accepted in Ithica because I said so.

During the more wholesome moments (Let's say, before Polites' death) both men get on Ody's nerves because both of them are so mushy and lovey dovey while he has to wait to get to his wife.

Yes, Ody would be the micro-hater who says "GET A ROOM" when they just glance at each other.

Evander fought alongside all three of his best friends in war and continued to travel with them. During moments where the crew would sleep, he would be there to comfort Eury (Especially after Polite's death...and the windbag situation.)

The line in Mutiny, "Don't make me fight you brother, you know you would have done the same"

Ody would have been referring to Evander in this situation in roles were switched. And he's not wrong, but Eury would burn the world down for Evvy.

BUT Ody told Eury to light six torches and one of those torches were handed to Evvy. And if Eury didn't think fast enough, Evvy would've actually been killed.

And you know how Eurylochus had his name chanted in the song? What if that was Evvy trying to get his husband's attention? Because all Evvy wanted right at that moment was comfort after watching more men get killed.

Once they reached Helio's cow Island, Eury would've killed a cow for solely him and Evander to share. There are tons of others the rest of the crew can pick but THAT one? It belongs to Evander.

And of course, because of this situation, he dies with Eury.

2. Second version

Everything is basically the same except Eurymene (Eury + Ctimene) and Evander are all married to each other.

(I HC Eury as Demisexual + romantic so he is in love with Ctimene. As far as Evander and Ctimene go, I'm not sure whether to put them in a platonic marriage or a romantic one.)

At first I thought this wouldn't work because I would think both husbands leaving would be a shitty move. Especially if a bunch of assholes would be shooting their shot when both men are gone, which means no one protecting her from sleezbags.

But then I remembered that Evander and Eurylochus both have families and hopefully upstanding men (Uncles, brothers. cousins) who would protect her if need be.

Now, here comes the sad part, what if Evander was given a torch? A torch given to him by Eury no less.

Imagine Eury seeing his lover getting brutally killed and the only thing that's left of him is his sandal.

He just saw a creature take his husband in one bite like it was nothing. Everything was like slow motion for him.

And you know what's worse?

Eury knew what was going on with the torches after two or three men had been eaten and before he could make it to Evvy he was already dead. He only saw his face one last time as they made eye contact.

At that moment, Eury couldn't think. He couldn't move. His breathing was quick as that sight kept flashing before his eyes over and over and over again.

The muscular man, as a final act of mobility, picked up his lover's sandal and fell to his knees. Eury didn't fully register that he was crying. He couldn't fully register anything after what happened.

His sobs, amongst the rest of the crew mates, were heard. Heavy loud ones. That sandal he held was tightly clutched to his chest, more like his heart.

You want to know what's funny? That sandal would always find some way off of Evvy's foot. Either when he walked too fast or ran, it would always find some way to slip off of his foot.

It was laughable back then, Irritating for Evvy, but laughable for everyone else.

But Eury couldn't find it in him to laugh or do much of anything besides cry his heart out.

Odysseus felt sick to his stomach at all the cries he heard, especially Eurylochus's. Tears and sobs from a man that would rarely cry at anything.

So, without even looking, he knew what happened. Some part of him hoped Eurylochus didn't hand Evander the torch. But six sacrifices had to be made, if Evander was one of them then so be it.

It hurt him, all of their cries did, he tried so hard to drown it out, but it wasn't working.

Soon, the men's sobs, Including Eury's, had died down. But that's only because they were all hoarse and exhausted. Ody knew Eury wouldn't have been strong enough to be second in command anymore, so he left him be.

They made it Helio's Island but no cows were eaten, the grass was. But surprisingly, most men didn't even feel like eating at all. They only did to keep whatever strength the had left to get back home.

Eury wouldn't eat at all, hell he couldn't even register Ody's voice when he told him to eat. All he did was stare at his lover's sandal. His death circling Eurylochus' mind to no end.

No one could talk him into eating or doing much of anything. Eury was too far gone and after too many tries, they all began to notice that.

He stayed in the far corner of the ship for the remainder of the trip. No talking, no thinking, just some quiet whimpers here and there and some tears if you looked.

By some miracle, they made it back to Ithica but all men on board were forever changed. The last few men that were on board got off the ship so fast you would've thought they had the gift of super speed.

The only one left was Eurylochus. He didn't know they were in Ithica. He stopped caring about his surroundings a long time ago. Odysseus couldn't bring himself to even attempt to talk to Eury, so the next best thing would be some family members of Eurylochus and Ctimene, his wife.

And oh boy did was that shattering. Eury's family loved Evander; he was a good guy. Ctimene loved him very much too (Like I said before, I can't decide between platonic or romantic love.) Now you mean to tell them he's dead? How on earth is HIS family going to take this.

After some coaxing from his wife and mother, he stood up and very very very slowly walked off the ship to his home. He didn't have the energy or will power to be quick on his feet anymore.

Once they made it home, Ctimene helped him into a bath. She tried to take the sandal, just so it wouldn't get wet, but Eury wouldn't let it go.

Not that she blamed him or was made at him for clutching it so tightly. That was the last thing he had from Evander.

After some good bath and some food Eurylochus was laid to finally rest. But he couldn't sleep. Every time he tried he just saw that creature clasp its mouth of Evander.

Safe to say, Eurylochus barely spoke from then on, and due to certain incident, was often left on su!cide watch. Over time he does open up but the grief and depression is still there.

It takes a lot to make him laugh, hell it takes a lot to even make him smile but it happens if you play your cards rights.

He never stops thinking about Evvy...and never will

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Should I make a fic out of this, would you guys want to read it?

[messers-moony]

Lukewarm Coffee | T.D

Pairing: Tim Drake X Fem!Reader

Summary: All Tim wants is a breath of fresh air, and after seventeen years, he gets one.

Word Count: 1.0K

He felt like a lukewarm cup of coffee. 

It wasn’t quite hot enough to be enjoyable, but it wasn’t cold enough either. His planner sat open on the table in front of him. Notes were scattered throughout the little box on the left. Things were written over other scribbles, and each day had a plethora of words within the small boxes. They really need to make these little things bigger for people with a lot of shit to do. 

Tim sighed. His pen in his hand had somehow been taken apart. He figured he must have done it without paying attention. There was black ink all over the wooden table, and he grabbed a napkin to hide the mess he had created. All the napkin did was smear it even further. It was a lost cause. He grabbed another pen from his bag and put it carefully next to the spiral agenda.

The window was nice, in any case. It was a rare sunny day in Gotham, and its light was coming through the window onto Tim’s lap. He was always cold, so it felt nice against his black pants. It brightened up his already pale complexion and made his features seem sharper than they were. His pen tapped against the book, and his teeth caught his lower lip. It had taken him no time to leave the Manor today. 

He felt guilty. Granted, he always felt guilty, but more so, especially after last night’s fight. He didn’t know where he had gone wrong. Tim had tried so hard to be the big brother that Dick always was to him, that Jason was to him now. Damian never budged. It was the degrading comments, pretending he wasn’t there, constantly trying to compete with him.  Finally, Tim had said something, and everything had just unraveled. The ball of twine was finally in a heap of string on the floor. 

Bruce had given Tim that disappointing look, and that was all it had taken. Everything was his fault, and he knew that, but he didn’t understand. So Tim took all his belongings and placed them in a backpack except his laptop, which he worked on until morning. When the clock hit seven, he got dressed, grabbed his bag, and promptly left the Manor without another word. 

There was a nice coffee shop near Wayne Enterprises that he had always wanted to try. Tim opened the door to hear a little ding and found a booth in the furthest corner of the shop. Before heading in that direction, he asked and paid for a black coffee with two extra espresso shots. The girl smiled and complied. He placed his bag on his right, closest to the window, and unpacked all his belongings. His coffee sat on his right, with steam flowing from the cup into the air. 

He looked down at the clock to see he had been sitting there for three hours. His computer screen had Microsoft Word pulled up with case notes from suspicious activity near Crime Alley that Jason had asked him to look into. Jason was concerned that kids were being taken from the streets and used for something. Tim was about to continue when a girl slid into the seat in front of him. 

“Hello,” She seemed shy, “I’m here with my friends, and they dared me to come speak to you.”

Tim almost snorted because, of course, he was always on the brunt of a joke, “Well, you’ve spoken to me, so.”

“That came off wrong. I’m sorry.” She apologized, and Tim tilted his head slightly, “I thought you were cute, and I didn’t have the nerve to come up to you without some form of peer pressure.”

“Oh,” He felt the blush creeping up his cheeks, “I’m- I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to be rude then. I’ve just had a rough night.”

She chuckled, “I can tell. You have ink all over your hand, cheek, and jaw.”

Tim felt himself smile, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n. And yours?”

“Tim.” 

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Tim.”

The blush crept further up his neck, “You too, Y/n.”

He didn’t know what to say. He had never really been in this position before. It was always girls coming up to Dick or Jason. They had always seemed to know what to say and how to act, but all Tim felt was nervousness about doing or saying something wrong. He didn’t want to scare her away. She seemed kind, and her body language was open, which meant that maybe she actually had some interest in him. Her eyes seemed interested, and she didn’t look scared and-

A hand was on his cheek, and something wet was on his other cheek. Tim snapped back into reality to see her leaning over the table. One hand was cupping his cheek, and the other had a wipe of some kind, slowly taking the black smudges off his cheek. His cheeks and ears burned bright red. He was able to better examine her from here. Y/n’s eyes were kind, and her lips were tilted in a subtle smile. 

She pulled back too soon for Tim’s liking. She showed him the now grey-looking wipe, “Sorry, it was driving me crazy. I hope I didn’t cross any boundaries.”

“No- No!” Tim stuttered, “You didn’t. Um, thank you.”

Y/n smiled, and it made him feel at home. For once, he didn’t feel overwhelming stress on his shoulders. He didn’t think about Damian hating him, Bruce’s disappointed look, Jason’s glare whenever he thought Tim wasn’t looking, or Dick’s look of pity that he felt he could hide. For once, all he saw was kindness, interest, and admiration. It was a breath of fresh air, and he never intended to let it go. 

“Would your friends mind if you ditched them?” 

“If they did, why would that matter?” She had a look of mischief on her face, “They’re the ones who did this. Plus, I’d much rather sit here with you than them.”

He smiled, “I’ll go buy you a coffee.”

Tim slid out of the booth as she recited her coffee order—an order he would never forget again. 

[scarletsaphire]

33 writer's choice thonk frog

You get heroic amusement or maybe just Regular Pitch Pearl because apparently neither of you sent 33 Pitch Pearl and that's rude tbh.

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a scene!

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Fenton kept his eyes closed even after he had woken up. He knew it was the middle of the night since his alarm hadn't gone off, and he knew that whatever it was that woke him up could wait until morning. Probably.

The soft green light he could see through his eyelids proved him wrong.

"You know, the whole point of this was so that one of us could sleep in," he said before blinking the sleep out of his eyes and taking in the room.

Phantom floated at the foot of his bed, face twisted into a grimace. His arm hung limply from his side at an off angle that Fenton knew from experience hurt like hell. "I am sorry," Phantom said, softer than he ever spoke in public. "But I-"

"You needed me," Fenton finished. He kicked the blanket off and stood, making his way over to where Phantom was. Fenton hissed when he saw just how bad the injury was. It wasn't the worst one they'd ever had, but it definitely wasn't pretty. "Who did this one?" he asked.

"Skulker. The clever conniving creep got a lucky hit in."

"That is so uncool," Fenton said. "Anywhere else you need to run off to tonight?"

Phantom shook his head. "Skulker's mess is cleaned up. Amity Park should be safe. For now."

Fenton grabbed Phantom's elbow, tracing down gently to his hand and threading it through his fingers. "Then we're in no rush to get you back out there." He brought their entwined hands to his lips, kissing his knuckles gently.

"There is certainly a faster way to do this," Phantom protested, but the chill of their fingers becoming one took away from any real argument he might've made.

"Not as fun though," Fenton said. He continued to kiss up Phantom's arm, as carefully and delicately as he could. Every place he kissed quickly stopped being Phantom's arm, becoming their arm instead.

It was an odd feeling. Before the split, there hadn't ever been a distinction between the two. The joining now was different. Fenton could feel the faint pain from where the ectoplasmic construct that resembled a bone had broken, could feel the even fainter sensation of the jumpsuit against his skin beneath that, but it wasn't like he was the one feeling it.

Phantom was more complicated than most ghosts were. Most ghosts didn't bother with bones or veins or muscles or nerves. Some couldn't even be bothered with skin. After all, they didn't need those things to function, and the effort it took to maintain those things was more trouble than it was worth. Phantom did it naturally, a perfect copy of a human body, the body of the Danny that had entered the portal for the first time.

Fenton placed a kiss on Phantom's shoulder, lips coming back sticky with ectoplasm. The imitation was still more trouble than it was worth, most of the time. The bones still worked, and could still break, and could still hurt. It did give Phantom a unique advantage though.

Most ghosts, when they were hurt, needed time to stitch themselves back together. Phantom could do that too, in the same amount of time a ghost needed. But when he was given something to take from, a perfect copy of what his body should be? It could take barely any time at all.

Fenton kissed Phantom's neck, slowly making his way up towards his jaw, then across his cheek. He didn't think they'd be rushing this one.

When he finally reached Phantom's lips, the kiss was beyond awkward. They shared an arm, and part of their torso, but that didn't stop them from kissing until Fenton had nothing left to kiss. He opened his eyes to his once again dark bedroom, where he stood alone. He could feel Phantom's mind at the edges of his own, a mixture of annoyance and joy and contentment, the remnants of pain disappearing already.

Fenton stretched, reacquainting himself with his limbs, before sitting himself down at his desk and turning on his computer. It may have been the middle of the night, but he was already awake. No point in wasting their time together.

[clone-whore-99]

Stress Relieve 2

Hunter x Nervous Mess f!Reader

Warnings: Smutty sequal to another smutty fic, fingering, kissing, dirty talk, signs of possible anxiety, protected PiV (wrap it irl), accidental cumming, overstimulation if you squint, a lot of fluff inbetween the smut, not yet proof read Lmk if I missed any! ❤

Summary: Hunter helps you learn to relax and calm down by focusing all of your nervous energy on something else

A/N: I am not dead. My brain is just a mess! This was supposed to go up yesterday as a celebration of my 1 year ficaversary for my first fic Stress Relieve! But shit happens and therefore it's here now. You don't need to read the first fic to understand this one, but this one does jump straight into where the first one left off, so...

Please like and reblog if you like it! And if you want to, you can help support me with buying me a coffee ❤

The evidence of the phenomenal work done on you, still lingered on Hunter's tongue as it once more requested entrance to your mouth. A request you happily gave in to.

And though this man had just given you the most incredible orgasm ever imagined, he still wasn’t done with his work.

With one hand resting by your head, keeping him positioned right above you, the other hand wandered down to the apex of your thighs, continuing the work of his tongue. His fingers began teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves, before sliding down to your entrance.

Though he wouldn’t reward you with the sensation of penetration just yet. Instead, he kept teasing right by the entrance, then went back to your clit to run a few more circles on it. It was torturous and Hunter smiled against the kiss while swallowing all of your desperate whimpers.

Your own hands began roaming Hunter's upper body, enjoying the lack of armor blocking his features. Though there was still a layer of fabric separating the two of you, Hunter’s blacks were so skin tight they left little to the imagination. 

With your fingers, you traced from Hunter’s luscious hair to his perfectly sculpted jawline, down his thick neck connecting to a pair of broad shoulders. From there on, one hand continued down the strong bicep keeping this gem of a man hovering over you, feeling every last fiber of his muscles through the shirt.

Your other hand continued down his shapely shoulders and towards his lean back, before making its way across his slim waist and up towards his chest, making a mental map over every dip and curve of his body.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hunter teasingly asked, while breaking the passionate kiss for air.

“I’d enjoy it more if you stopped your teasing and finally fucked me,” you shot back, while your hips buckled up towards the palm of his hand. 

Just as the words had left your lips, the knot in your stomach, that Hunter had so expertly untangled, returned. And instantly you were filled with nervous energy, doubts and fears that you might’ve gone too far.

Hunter must’ve noticed this change, as one of his fingers finally dipped inside of you, while his lips graced your neck in the most wonderful way. “So needy for me… Who am I to deny you, then?” He mumbled comfortingly against your neck, making the sudden fear subside slightly.

Another finger joined the first one inside of you and together they both curled in that delicious way, where they hit that hard-to-reach spot.

You arched back into the bed with a loud moan, which Hunter used to his advantage. His mouth moved from your neck to your chest, sucking and biting the delicate skin around your nipples.

“K-kark, Hunter…” You moaned, your hands having left their mission of mapping every inch of his body, in order to grab onto the sheets of the bed instead.

Hunter flicked his tongue on your sensitive nipple in response, causing you to loudly cry out of pleasure.

His fingers were working you relentlessly, quickly building up another orgasm. Another finger joined the first two, stretching you out in the most delicious way, while his thumb found purpose, rubbing circles on your clit.

With a loud ‘pop’, Hunter released your nipple. “So wet for me, mesh’la. You make such wonderful sounds… Go ahead, cum for me one more time and I’ll finally give you what you’re craving.” He promised, his cock throbbing against your thigh in anticipation.

After that, the clone diverted his attention to your other breast, giving it the same amount of love as the first one.

It didn’t take long for the second orgasm to come crashing. With nothing but his fingers, Hunter managed to once again untangle the messy knot of nerves that resided in your stomach. 

Your walls clenched tightly around his fingers, as your hips thrusted into him and every muscle in your body flexed. You were biting your lower lip to just somewhat keep the noise down, as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

The orgasm felt like it lasted forever and yet not long enough. Not that that was a problem, knowing what was to come next.

“By the force, Hunter… I knew you were good with your fingers, but that? That was a whole new level,” you praised with a sigh, as you finally came down from your second intense orgasm.

Once again, Hunter crawled back to hover over you and gave you a tender kiss. “I bet it’s nothing compared to how you taste and feel,” he responded, before placing his soaked fingers on your swollen lower lip. “Here, taste it yourself.”

You happily complied and allowed his fingers entrance. You sucked his fingers clean of your private nectar, all while maintaining eye contact with the enhanced clone. Something that appeared to turn him on even further, if that was even possible.

Releasing his fingers, you leaned in to kiss him while grabbing onto the edge of his shirt. You began tugging at it, having suddenly grown impatient and needy for his cock.

“Enough of this, give me the real deal.” You were shocked by not only your own sudden bluntness, but also at how the stressful knot did not return at it. This was the first time since joining the men on their adventures, that you were able to speak your mind and not instantly regret it in panic.

“Your wish is my command,” Hunter jokingly made a courteous bow - as well as one could while still being seated - and quickly pulled off the top half of his blacks. 

Your eyes were glued to his muscular torso, tracing along the details only your fingers had been able to explore so far. And they traced all the way down to where the lower part of his blacks was covering him up. Not one to wait any longer, you greedily grabbed the waist of the pants and pulled them down to expose his private member.

A look of absolute amazement painted across your face, as his cock sprung out, weeping precum from the neglect it had faced all night. Though average in length, it had a girth to it that would make even the most promiscuous adventure gasp.

With that, a new fear instantly grew inside of you, though was voiced out loud just as quickly: “Are you sure it’ll fit?”

Hunter trapped your chin between his thumb and his index finger and tilted your head upwards to look him in the eyes. His beautiful, brown eyes, filled with care and reassurance complimented by a comforting smile.

“As long as you’re willing to go along with this all the way, then I know it’ll fit. I just need you to relax.” He assured and moved his hand to cup your cheek in the most adoring way possible.

With an affirming nod you nuzzled into his palm, but Hunter reminded you once again that just nodding wasn’t enough. “Y/N, you know I need to hear you say it out loud.”

It felt like your heart was going to burst. This man had been so considerate and gentle with you, straight from the confrontation of your nervous behavior of late, through every step of your new arrangement and now, even with his own cock weeping for attention, he was willing to stop it all at the slightest sign of discomfort or hesitation with you.

“Hunter, you amazing, incredible, considerate man… Yes, I want to go all the way with you, I trust you completely with every ounce of my being. Now please fuck my brains out,” you said, your tone so sugary sweet through the whole thing, it was hard to believe you ended it in such filthy ways.

That was all it took for Hunter to lead you both to lie down again, while kicking off the rest of his clothes. With his hand still resting on your cheek, caressing it while kissing you, his other hand traveled once again down between your legs to gather up your arousal and release. Then once he had gathered enough, he began pumping his cock, using your juices to lubricate it.

“Remember, just relax.” He reminded you, as he lined his head up with your entrance, after sliding it through your folds a couple of times to pick up some extra slick.

Hunter was careful while pushing in, making sure that he wasn’t going too fast or making it too painful. Meanwhile, he would kiss and nibble on your ear while whispering praises to you. 

Everytime you winced or showed any sign of discomfort, he would stop and wait for you to give the go-ahead for him to continue. It felt like it took him forever to be fully sheathed, though he made sure every second of it was filled with bliss and sweet nothings.

Forehead pressed against yours, Hunter was already breathing heavily at the sensation of being inside of you. “Told you it would fit,” He gloated with a satisfied smirk, before doing a small wiggle with his hips to tease you. “Though it is a tight squeeze, I suppose.”

“Only because you’re so big,” you shot back.

Your hands traveled up to play with his hair and tease his neck, while pushing him down to make your lips meet again. Once you were fully adjusted to his size, you did something unexpected - you pushed Hunter to the side while tumbling over on top of him, so now you were on top of him.

Hunter didn’t seem to mind though. No, he had a rather impressed look on his face at you suddenly taking charge. 

His hands found home on your hips as you began to move, helping guide you for the most satisfying experience for the both of you. 

You felt full. Complete and utter full in the most delicious way. Hunter stretched you out completely, reaching parts you didn’t even know existed. And all of it felt amazing. Even more so, when he began moving his hips in rhythm to yours, reaching new depths and creating an entirely new sensation for you.

As much as you wanted to keep eye contact, to watch this wonder of a man beneath you, the satisfying sensation was too much for you to handle and your eyes rolled back into your head, forcing your head to tilt backwards.

Hunter's grip on your hips tightened to a bruising one, as he grunted through his moans. “Kriff mesh’la, you feel too good. Can’t hold on too much longer,” he gritted through his teeth, every word sounding restrained. 

You were about to respond that he didn’t have to hold it in, that he had already given you two orgasms and it was alright for him to allow himself the pleasure of reaching one himself. You really were. 

But before you could do so, Hunter displayed some of his incredible strength when he pulled you off him and changed position. Now you were lying face down ass up in the bed and Hunter was right behind you. 

His cock slid through your folds a few times again before completely sheathing itself inside of you with no trouble. 

This caused you to make the most lewd noise you had ever heard, the feeling so intense you nearly went cross eyed. Not that you had much time to savor it, before Hunter began pounding into you at a relentless pace.

One hand traveled up your body and pulled you up to lean against him, while the other found home rubbing hard circles on your clit. He was pulling all the moves to get another orgasm out of you before he’d let himself go, teasing your nipples, working your clit, kissing, sucking, biting and licking every sensitive part he could reach.

What he didn’t know was your undoing, was his grunts. His raspy, low, sexy voice grunting right into your ear as he worked you like his life depended on it. It was the most mouth-watering, clit throbbing, ovary shattering sound you could ever hear.

Your head lulled back against his shoulder, as tears began forming in your eyes from the pure bliss. Your hands grabbed onto his biceps, nails leaving clear marks in their wake. 

You bit your now very bruised lower lip to keep yourself from being too noisy, but Hunter quickly grabbed your chin to free your lip.

“Don’t do that,” he growled into your ear, adding another element of pleasure on the already overstimulating sensations you were being put through. “Let me hear how much you like it.”

“Hunnn-ter!” You howled, your tone a few octaves low from a scream. “I’mmm… Cumminng!” 

The intensity of this third orgasm hit you harder than you thought possible. It didn’t help that you felt hot ropes shoot inside of you, filling you up even further while painting your walls white.

Your whole body was shaking as wave after wave came crashing over you, refusing to let this new high go already. Even after Hunter pulled out and collapsed exhausted and sweaty next to you, it took you a moment or two before coming down again. 

Both yours and Hunters release was running down your thighs, when your body finally let the intensity go. You collapsed next to Hunter, who was still panting loudly from the experience.

“I’m sorry,” He muttered after finally catching his breath.

“For what? That was amazing!” You replied, sitting up to look at the mess of a man he had become. You might’ve been shivering and shaking all over from this, but Hunter was completely disheveled. His bandana had fallen down and was resting around his neck by now. His long, curly hair was clinging onto the thin layer of sweat on his forehead for dear life. You had never seen him so worn out before, not even from workouts or battles.

“I came inside you. Didn’t mean to, was gonna pull out, I swear,” he explained, opening one eye to look at you. “But I got too caught up in the moment, got too rough and came inside without permission. For that, I’m sorry.”

Now it was your turn to end the session with a tender, loving kiss on the others lips. You were affectionately caressing his cheek, before lying down half-way on top of him. Your head was resting on his chest, listening to his still rapid heart beat trying to calm itself. “‘S alright. I still really enjoyed it and there’s not any real harm done, I promise.”

The exhaustion from yours and Hunters stress relief experiment hit the both of you at the same time and before long you ended up spending the rest of your day sleeping. A wonderful way to end a wonderful experience.

Dividers by: Unknown and @djarrex

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[lewis-winters]

I know I should be working on other WIPs-- and just working in general-- but I watched The Old Guard again yesterday so here, have the Winnix TOG Canon Divergence AU

tw for: depictions of death, the effects of mustard gas, gore, trauma, and angst!

"Stop touching it."

Dick doesn't. In fact, just to be annoying-- though mostly on reflex-- he brushes past the newly formed scar of Lewis's brow one more time, prodding and poking until finally, fed up, Lew waves his hand away with a weak growl. "You'll open it back up."

Ah. That gets Dick to back off, pulling away abruptly like he'd been scalded. And maybe he has. After all, there's blood on his mind, now. A memory both too fresh to do anything but hurt; but a situation too resolved to feel anything but indignation at his own continued terror.

It's been nearly a millennia since the beginning of their renewed existence, and while they know their lot of second chances are bound to run out one day, surely the familiarity with Death should have settled in their old bones by now. Yet, when She comes, She brings with her all the fanfare that accompanies all finality. Almost immortality does not always warrant camaraderie with pain and grief.

They were luckier this time, at least.

They hadn't been as eager to join this war as they had been the last. Not that he'd been eager to join that war, either. But just like all things, Dick's need for a cause called out to Lewis' need to make sure Dick doesn't lose his goddamn mind fighting until he drops. And so, in the midst of the 1910s, they managed to find themselves spending long nights in the deep, damp French trenches, huddled together in the dark. For two and a half years, they lived like that, shaking apart with fear, both real and imagined, as the rats nibbled on their fingers and infections slowly overtook their lungs and toes. Any warrior worth their salt would know that it's not the fighting that fucks you over, but the waiting in between. The rotting wounds left to fester. The fear that threatened to eat you whole from within, if the bullets about you didn't get to you first. Together, they passed days watching their boys die, either from sickness or bullets or both, their corpses stacked around them so high, in the dark they looked like fortress walls, caging them in as they waited for the moment it would all come toppling down.

Then, the gas came pouring in.

Lewis had taken the brunt of it, in the end, ripping his gas mask off in a desperate attempt to save what was left of Dick's face. Neither of them had enough sense at the time to hear him scream in agony, clawing at his eyes until they were nothing but pulp underneath his fingernails; but the echoes of it would have a chance to ring in Dick's ears anyway. The screaming didn't stop in France.

And it took Lew years to regain his old self, in both nerves and sight; and it took even longer than that for Dick to stop dreaming of scar tissue, gnarled and twisted and angry red, in place of dark brown eyes. The damage healed a lot slower than either of them have ever experienced before, and required more outside help than either of them were comfortable with. By the time the last of Lewis' sight had been restored to him, a whole decade and several new identities had gone by, and Dick had done his best to promise: no more fighting.

They made it through another decade before he broke that one. It barely felt like a blink of an eye.

And now, here they are again. Huddled together, blanketed by dark night, with each other's blood once again under their fingernails, a new scar on Lewis' forehead, and the tangible memory of a crater in the back of his head, where the bullet found its exit and his brains had spattered out of his skull.

"Hey," Lewis breathes, sensing the dark turn Dick's thoughts have gone and reaching out for him, touching his face with cold fingertips. "I'm sorry. That was a bad joke."

Yes. It was. But Dick is not going to reprimand him for it. He's learned that jokes are Lew's best defense against the weight of their prolonged existence. Just like drink. Just like nicotine. Or just like Dick himself, his only lone companion in this casually cruel world. How could Dick ever deny him this?

Tilting their heads together, Dick guides his lips to the new scar, and resolutely tries not to think about how much longer Lew bears the marks of his deaths, and what that might mean for him. "It'll be gone tomorrow," he says, more to himself than Lew. "You'll see. Like brand new."

"Like brand new," Lewis echoes. Resigned. Going boneless as he leans all his (dead) weight into Dick's arms and buries his face in his neck. "Always brand new."

Even against the heat of Dick's skin, Lew stays cold. Dick doesn't think he's ever known a time when he was warm.

--

Dick and Lewis were made immortal sometime between 58 and 50BC, when Rome waged war against Gaul, as explained in this deleted line: "Lewis was not made for warrior-hood like Dick had been, having gone from the luxury afforded to him by his roman senator father's fortune to a miserable roman centurion on the back of a single mistake alone. He'd known almost nothing the first time he'd fallen under Dick's Gaulic blade; that his own sword had pierced Dick's chest at the same time was a mere fluke he's since been unable to replicate."

[wildbornsiren]

Kinktober Day 2: Sex Toys || Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia/F!Reader.

Day 2: Sex Toys

Summary: Mickey asks you to show him what you like. You oblige. 

One shot: 999 words Female/AFAB reader

Warning: sex toys, masturbation, voyeurism 

Notes:  For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Thanks @writercole for looking this over. Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

Mickey has settled into your bed like it was made for him. Granted, the WSO had slid into your life and settled into a gap you didn't know you had. He's draped over your chest and torso, head resting against your shoulders. He stretches under your hands with a sound that sounds akin to a purr. Muscles ripple under golden skin, and his back arches under the slow scrape of your nails.

"That feels nice." His voice is lazy and soft. The tension had eased from his body the instant he had walked through your apartment door. The two of you had left destruction in your wake, a trail of clothes and crooked picture frames led the way to your bedroom.

Kissing Mickey was always electric, a biting heat melding into absolute sweetness. He would kiss along your neck, collar bones, hands smoothing up your torso, nimble fingers teasing your nipples as he kissed you properly, swallowing your sounds of pleasure.

You were down to your panties, and Mickey was in his boxers. He was warm and heavy, the press of his body so comfortable and calming. He wasn't shy about his body, or his open adoration of yours-- yet he hadn't made the move to go any further than where you were now. You had dropped hints, and he would tease and tempt, stopping just short of giving you what you needed.

"Mickey?"

"Mm?" He murmurs, turning his head to look at you through his lashes.

"Do you want to fuck?"

There are a few agonizing minutes of silence. Your heart is thundering in your chest. "I do baby." He finally says.

"I feel like there's a 'but' here "

"I haven't had a lot of chances to..." He clears his throat. "I mean I've had a couple chances, but they haven't been that great." His lips brush your collar bone as he speaks.

"Do you want me to show you?" You bite your lower lip, "Show you how I like it?"

He lifts his head, eyes dark, focused on you. "You going to show me something good cariño?" He presses a kiss to your cheek, rolling off you and sitting up.

You roll onto your side, rummaging in the bedside table drawer. Taking a steadying breath, you set the bottle of lube on the table and the dildo on the bed next to you. Taking the time to adjust the pillows so you're propped up just right, you smile a little shyly at him. Mickey smiles back, and the nerves evaporate.

Carefully you wiggle out of your panties, Mickey leaning forward to draw them down your calves and off your legs entirely. You see his breath hitch, and he licks his lips, eyes devouring your frame. His fingers tease over the damp fabric, before he licks it, eyes meeting yours.

Your hands wander, cupping your breasts, fingers teasing and rolling your nipples. Your head falls back, breath hitching, the slow ache of pleasure rolling though you. The bed shifts slightly, Mickey settling cross-legged between your legs when they fall open. His eyes never leave your body, intense on you as he watches the slide of your hand down your torso, how your fingers graze your folds just so, the way your hips arch instinctively.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, fingertips gently brushing along your calf. “Show me more?”

The groan that slides past his full lips burns its way into your mind, one of your fingers teasing along your slit. You were already wound up from the way he was kissing you, but the fact that he’s so close, watching you like this—makes you even wetter. The press of your finger inside elicits a whine from you, working it slowly in and out of the tight heat between your legs. He leans closer, you can feel his breath against your thighs, the softest kiss to your skin when you add another finger.

“That’s it cariño. Do it for me please,” he presses another kiss to the inside of your thigh, his tongue dragging over your skin, stopping just short of where you really want it. You scissor your fingers, feeling the easy stretch of your body, flushing at how bare and open you are for him. You clench around your fingers, needing more, wanting to be filled completely. Shivers work through you, frantically fucking your fingers into your pussy, rubbing at your clit with your thumb.

“Mickey…”

“I need you to show me how to fuck you.” He whispers, kissing your stomach. “Come on the toy for me baby, please.”

You groan as you ease your fingers free, hands trembling slightly as you fumble with the cap to the lube. Your head falls back unable to stop the needy sound that works its way from your throat when Mickey’s fingers press into you. Thicker than your own, he mimics the pace and easy thrusts that you were doing moments ago. He grins wickedly, curling them, angling just right, starbursts erupting in your vision. When you grip his wrist, he pulls out, settling back on the bed. Your eyes roll back when you push the toy into your pussy, feeling your body stretch to accept the thickness.

Giving in to the pleasure that’s wracked your system you fuck yourself with it. Deliberate and slow, taking each inch, angling it just right so it catches your clit as well. Slick coats your hand, hips arched, moving against it, meeting each thrust and taking it easily. Heat gathers low in your belly as you speed up, needy whimpers; Mickey’s name getting caught in your throat. His tongue drags from your collar bone, up your neck, pausing to suck lightly at the throbbing pulse point, his teeth nipping before he’s moving on. Mickey kisses you, swallowing whatever sounds you make, greedily claiming your mouth, one hand tipping your chin up, the other sliding between the two of you.

“I’ve seen enough cariño.” He says, voice thick. “I’m a quick study.”

[thegamingcatmom]

The Huntress

Okay so, I´ve got this idea and it wouldn´t leave me alone so I had to do a lil something real quick.

How about a Huntress who´s got these certain gadgets. Like, things that look relatively normal, one wouldn´t assume them to work any differently from the real deal. However, there´s more to it, to her, than first meets the eye...

Like, she finds herself surrounded and she´s got her gun in one hand, aiming at one of those things, ready to absolutely blast them into oblivion-

All it gets her is hearty laughter at first. Loud and obnoxious. Starting to really grate on her nerves now. She could´ve sworn there was a faint "Oh, honey..." somewhere in there, too.

'Gonna give you some honey, alright.'

The first shot is fired then, hitting one of them right between the eyes. The rest is still busy laughing, snickering to themselves, failing to notice where there´s been previously six of them-

'One down, five more to go.'

Gone. Pulverized. Ceased to exist.

What-

Another shot gets fired, hitting the second one in the middle of Its chest. It looks like a spider´s web, cracks slowly spreading out, reaching all the way up to Its neck, and It barely has time to throw her one last look of utter disbelief, before-

Falling like dominoes.

All that´s left, any proof of Its existence, is slowly being carried away by the wind.

The gun already aiming at its next target-

'Who´s laughing now?'

That gets their attention, snapping them out of their perplexed state.

The third squares up then, eyes turned pitch black, arms spread wide, clawed hands ready to tear into her, mouth opening wide to reveal a set of sharp teeth, before letting out a most unpleasant sound-

'Harpy meets serpent.'

Barreling towards her, going at a speed too fast for the human eye to process-

Good thing she´s got her glasses with her this time.

-digging one foot into the ground, the force of it leaving a rather big dent, using Its momentum to leap off the ground, before rocketing down towards her again, fully intending to crush her where she stands.

'Here kitty, kitty.'

It´s like everything´s happening in slow-motion, time has come to a standstill almost. Raising her arm, gun pointing at It with determination, finger starting to pull-

It disintegrates just before reaching the Huntress, dusty remains washing over her, surrounding her like a veil, before dissolving into thin air.

There´s no time to celebrate though, as another has decided to use what It believes to be a golden opportunity - the Huntress is distracted, it´s now or never-

A balled fist misses her face by a hair´s breadth-

What in the hell-

The other fist is thrown then, only for our Huntress to sidestep it like it´s second nature. Easily able to keep up with Its speed.

Impossible.

This continues for a while, blurry figures moving around each other like they´re dancing, a hissing sound here, a guttural growl there-

A humming and... something metallic?

All of a sudden, the creature finds itself flying. All the way across the field and into a tree, the force of it nearly splitting it in half, before it´s brought down with a heavy thud!.

It´s up again in no time, face looking rather sunken from the blow it´s received, advancing towards her at lightning speed yet again, a furious look in those dead eyes-

'Got you now.'

The trigger is pulled-

Another domino falls.

Our Huntress turns to face the two remaining-

'... Spoilsports.'

That won´t do.

With the fifth having not made it all too far yet, it was all too easy to deliver the final blow - right through the back of Its head.

Ashes to ashes.

The last one was a bit tricky, it has to be said. Gave our Huntress quite the run for her money. Literally. Engine pumping at full speed, jumping over the fallen tree, nearly running face-first into another, using a rather heavy-looking rock as a diving board to propell herself up and forward, gaining enough ground to-

Predator and prey collide, struggling for a bit - snarling, hissing, panting - before a sharp bang! rings out-

Dust to dust.

Sweet, sweet silence.

All in all, a rather successful day indeed. Claude would´ve been proud. Not before reprimanding her first for being so hot-headed though, as per usual. Silly old man. She can handle herself just fine.

Besides, it´s not like she´s alone. Far from it. There´s usually teams of 3 to 4, give or take, because-

"Never operate alone."

Sighs.

What´s the point in sitting around and twiddling thumbs, waiting for backup to arrive, when you can just take an opportunity as soon as it presents itself? Especially considering said backup has proven useless in most cases. She´s better off alone. More effective.

She doesn´t need anyone to finish what they´ve started.

Someday, sometime, she´s gonna get them.

And she´s gonna make them pay.

.

.

.

Oh, it´s you btw. You´re the vampire hunter.

And you might be in for quite the surprise soon.