#I just figured maybe I should try doing that instead of escaping to my head and ruminating

[none-tadashi-left-hiro]

oh it’s possible I am experiencing dissociation

[cupcakegirl3]

dark!wandanat x reader

i know places series - chapter 5

tw: punishments, DARK, kidnapping, verbal abuse, physical abuse, cursing, choking, air play, darkdom wanda, dacryphilia, light pet play (bunny), degradation, overstimulation, face sitting, vibrators, gags, anal play

ch 4, ch 6 (coming soon)

wc: 2.6k

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a/n: this fic was inspired by a fic i read forever ago but i cannot find the fic so if this is familiar and you know the fic plz lmk so I can give credit for inspo!!!

“It just—it reminds me of home.”

Wanda’s hand wrapped around my throat in the split of a second. Her firm grip was unforgiving. “What did you just say?”

“Mommy?” My lip quivered as I met her cold brown eyes. No her eyes were supposed to be soft and forgiving and—

She punched me. Her hand that was soft and gentle had just caused me so much pain. I cried out but she pulled me back up to face her.

“Home?” Her face was manic, nothing like I had seen before. “I want you to fucking repeat yourself.”

A sob escaped my throat at her tone. No she was the nice one, the one who always helped—

She punched me again, this time in the stomach. She still held me up as her eyes didn’t leave mine.

“Mommy please I—“

Another punch to my stomach.

“Are you stupid or you just didn’t understand me? Fucking repeat yourself.”

“It-it-it reminded me of—home.”

She growled in my face. “Ungrateful fucking slut.” She said in a low voice.

Wanda’s grip moved to my scalp and she pulled, pulled so hard I cried out. I was helpless to follow her as she marched into my room and into the attached bathroom.

The bathtub began instantly filling with water, quicker than it should have. Wanda threw me to the floor.

“Mommy I’m so sorry!” I yelled through my sobs. But she wasn’t listening. I kept repeating and repeating myself.

“You’re being a little harsh don’t you think.” I turned around to see Nat standing in the doorway. She leaned casually against the wall.

Wanda knelt down to my level. “Do you think I’m being unfair Bunny?”

“Mommy please.”

She tilted her head and the bathtub stopped filling. “Maybe I am…” She whispered.

I flinched as she brought her hand up but instead of slapping me, she soothingly rubbed my cheek. “This is your home now.”

“Y-Yes it is.”

“You don’t sound so sure.”

She moved so fast, they both did. They forced my head into the cold bath water. I screamed out of pure instinct, my mouth filling with water as I tried to get out of their grip.

Hands pulled me back up. “This is your home.”

I was back under in an instant. They repeated this again and again until I was shaking and sputtering out apologizes and ‘I love yous’. They forced my head into the freezing water until I felt my lungs filling with water, until I felt like I was truly going to die.

I was freezing and sobbing as I came back together. My vision was blurry and my breathing still hurt. I could barely make out their figures as I kept trying to apologize. Words were hard, everything was hard.

The door slammed as I tried to crawl closer. Then I was alone. I screamed out for them. The tile flooring was so cold and the sheer outfit I was made to wear did nothing to help.

I rolled into a ball next to the door. Sobs still escaping my mouth I called out for them again.

“I’m so sorry! This is my home. You saved me, I was nothing then but you made me whole.” The words didn’t even feel foreign on my tongue anymore. “I love you mommy and daddy. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you…”

I repeated it over and over again until my voice was raw. Until the words wouldn’t come out anymore.

The lock in the door finally clicked. Natasha— daddy appeared. “Follow me, stay on your knees and don’t talk.”

I followed her immediately. She didn’t go far, just to the vanity chair in the corner of my room. She spread her legs, making room for me in between them.

“You disappointed us.” Tears instantly began flowing from my eyes again. “This is your home. We built it for you and you continue to disrespect us.”

I looked to the floor, trying to stay as quiet as possible. “Look at me.”

My eyes slowly rose, not wanting to receive another punishment. “Say it.”

“I love you daddy.”

“And.”

“And this is my home.”

“Good.”

Her hands moved to my dress, lifting it over my head and leaving me bare before her. “Stand up.”

My body shook but I obeyed. She pulled me down to lay across her lap. “50 spanks. You will say this is my home between every one of them.”

I sobbed and my bottom ached as she kept going. and going and going. I spoke between every one of them, my body was still so cold and in pain everywhere that it was hard to stay conscious, but I knew she would wake me up somehow.

When she finally reached fifty she took me into my bed. For the first time in a couple of days she chained me up. My arms above my head on the headboard and my ankles together.

“Daddy please don’t leave!” I cried out as she approached the door.

“Good girls get to sleep with us.”

I sobbed as the door locked shut.

…

The next few days passed slowly. Both women ignored me basically. They left me naked and chained up in my room, only feeding me when necessary. I sobbed and pleaded for them to stop but of course neither of them did.

By the end of the third day I couldn’t handle it anymore. But luckily, neither could they.

Natasha came into my room, unlocking my chains and pulling me to stand up. Last night she had gagged me, so I was unable to tell her how sorry I was. She walked me into the bathroom.

My body shook with fear as I tried to pull away from her. I screamed through my gag but it did little to help. Natasha didn’t address me, Just bringing me into the bathroom and starting the shower.

She walked me into it and didn’t close the door as the water ran down me. I slowly came to my senses. I washed myself and my hair, trying to ignore Natasha's gaze.

Once I was out, Natasha dried me off and dressed me. She slipped on a yellow dress. It was actually quite beautiful and not as scandalous as she typically dressed me in.

“Don't speak.” Her words were harsh as she removed the cloth gag from my lips. My jaw was so sore I didn’t even want to speak.

She got me ready, dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and even put on a little bit of makeup. I didn’t dare ask what this was all for, I needed out of this room.

In the dining room, a table was set for three. Candles were lit and soft music was playing in the background. “Oh bunny.” I flinched at her voice, She hadn’t spoken to me since…

“Beautiful beautiful girl.” Wanda pulled me closer to her, ushering me to the table. Natasha slid into the seat at the head of the small table. I had never sat by myself at the table, always in one of their laps.

“Is there anything you’d like to say to us?”

I swallowed hard as I looked to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“And…”

“And this is my home.”

“Good bunny.” My head perked up and looked at Wanda across from me. “Mommy may have been harsh-“

“I deserved it.” I quickly said. I had been rehearsing in my head all night what to say to them. “I was rude.”

Natasha’s hand reached my face, gently caressing it. “Yes you were.”

“I’m sorry.”

Wanda put her hand up. “No more, I'm sorry's.”

Food suddenly appeared on the plate, hopefully due to Wanda’s magic. The other two women dived in, was this a test? Nat had said I shouldn’t eat on my own.

“Is the food not good enough?” Wanda said, her voice back to that deadly bite.

“No mommy I promise it’s just…”

“Just what?”

I looked to Natasha for help. “I shouldn’t eat on my own.”

Natasha smiled and scooted back her chair. “Come here love.”

I smiled and practically jumped into her lap. I savored the warmth. My room hadn’t been cold over the course of my punishment, but it certainly wasn’t warm.

Dinner went by quick after that, the food was delicious. They put the dishes in the sink before ushering me out into the living room.

“Let’s play a little game.”

My heart raced in my chest at Wanda’s words but still I nodded.

“It’s called Good Bunny.”

“Good bunnies don’t talk.” Wanda said softly.

“Good bunnies aren’t allowed on the couch.” Natasha whispered in my ear.

She shoved me onto the floor, my ass surely getting a bruise from it.

“I don’t think bunnies wear clothes either. Take it off.”

My body and hands shook but I did as I was told. I could still feel the cold water surrounding me.

Naked in front of them, I sat on my knees and looked up at them.

“Good bunnies have tails don’t they? And little collars?”

Tails?

Natasha pulled out a small metal object with a white fluffy tail attached to it. While Wanda pulled out a small collar with a bell attached to it.

“Turn around and show us your cute little ass.”

It was easier now to obey them. A large part of me wanted to do this for them. I needed to make them love me again. Still I hated the nausea I got when I turned around and put my ass in the air. I hated when I was at their mercy.

I felt Natasha’s warm hands on me as she pulled apart my cheeks, leaving me bare in front of her. I cried out when her tongue licked up my tight hole. She did it over and over again, spitting and sucking and licking.

I hated it. I hated it. I hated it…

I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing. I hated my body for betraying me but fuck it did feel good. I couldn’t help the small moans that kept escaping me. It seemed to spur Natasha on even more.

Eventually I felt the cold metal object press into my hole. I yelped out in pain but Natasha held me firm. I felt the fuzzy tail flush against me as she filled my hole.

My head felt fuzzy and any movement went straight to my stomach. It honestly felt… amazing.

They pulled me back up and turned me around to face them. Wanda placed the small cloth collar around me, flicking the bell for good measure.

“How does it feel? Don’t lie.”

“Good, Mommy.”

Natasha quickly slapped me. “Bunnies don’t talk.”

My gaze quickly went to the floor. “Bunnies like to hump stuff don't they, Natty?”

“Of course they do, why don’t you show us, bunny.”

I had been wondering all night why Wanda still had her shoes on. A pair of black heels. She pressed one of her feet forward, beckoning me to use it.

I hated the feeling of my wet core on her heel but it felt so good. I slowly grinded myself on it, eventually finding my rhythm.

“Good bunny.” Wanda praised, patting my head. I loved her voice, her everything. I looked up at her face as my soaked pussy made a mess of her shoe. I couldn’t help the small moans that left my mouth.

I clenched around nothing as I felt my orgasm approaching. I greedily chased after it, not caring about the position I was in.

Wanda pushed me off of her and I landed on my back. Her shoe met my thigh, kicking it harshly. I spread my legs open for her, whining at the emptiness I felt.

“What a greedy little bunny.” Wanda cooed, standing up tall in front of me.

I wanted to apologize but I didn’t want to speak and break another rule. So instead I bit my lip and whined softly.

Her cold heel met my thigh and forcefully pressed down. I hissed at the pain but tried to keep my eyes on her face. “At least you’re a cute little bunny, huh.”

Wanda knelt down and straddled me, pressing her body flush against mine. “Such a dumb little bunny, needs mommy and daddy to take care of her.”

I nodded quickly, bringing my hands up to her side. I couldn’t even ignore the attraction I felt for her. She smiled down at me before leaning in and placing a kiss to my lips.

I moaned into it, her soft lips were heavenly against mine. I bucked my hips up, desperate for anything she would give me. “Eager little bunny.” She mumbled against my lips. “You know you haven’t made mommy cum yet. Wanna change that?”

“Please.”

She slapped me but quickly kissed my lips again. “Bunny’s don’t talk, but I know a perfect way to shut you up.”

She scooted forward, lifting up her dress and hovered over my face. “All you need to do is stick your tongue out for mommy, alright dumb bunny?”

I nodded, whining for her. “Good bunny.”

Her pussy tasted delicious. Nothing I had ever tasted before and I was addicted. My hands kept a firm grip on her waist as she grinded down on me. She cut off my airway in most ways but I didn’t care.

I felt Natasha cold fingers tracing my bare thighs. She began kissing at them, biting and sucking and licking everywhere I didn’t need her to. I whined and bucked my hips up but she was quick to press them back down.

Wanda’s moans filled my ears and everything else was lost to me. Natasha continued to tease and tease until I was about to cry with want.

Finally I felt something press against my sensitive bud. There were light vibrations that made my head spin. As Wanda rode and rode my face the vibrations became more and more intense.

My legs began to shake as I tried to hold off my orgasm. “Oh bunny, you’re such a good girl. Cum for mommy, do it bunny.”

I screamed around her pussy, my orgasm so intense I could barely function. But Natasha didn’t stop, neither did Wanda.

Wanda’s moans got louder and louder until she finally came on my face. I lapped up every bit of juice I could get as another orgasm washed over me.

I was still whimpering as she pulled away from me, sitting on the floor next to me. “Look at you bunny, such a good little pet.”

“Mommy-“ I deserved the slap she gave me but tears still prickled in my eyes.

I grabbed her hand, squeezing it hard and silently begging her to make Nat stop but Wanda only smiled. “Be a good bunny.”

“You wanna watch that new movie you mentioned, Wans?”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

I watched in fear as the two women stood up and laid back down on the couch. Wanda was using her magic to hold the vibrator at the perfect position to make me scream.

Tears streamed down my face as I came again, my vision was blurred as they curled up on the couch together.

“On your knees bunny.” Natasha beckoned me closer so I was sitting on the floor right in front of the two of them.

“Please daddy I can’t—“

Her rings cut me again with the force of her slap, “Dumb slut. Good bunny’s don’t talk.”

“In fact, I don’t want to hear her at all.”

My eyes widened as Wanda brought a ball gag up to my mouth. I was helpless as they attached it and shut me up.

“Now, let’s watch that movie Nat.”

[everlastingserenitys]

SWEET MESS

summ. you accidentally downed some aphrodisiacs that Luke and Kieran bought, now sylus had to deal with you for the night.

pairing sylus x f!reader cw. masturbation, handjob, gentle sylus, aphrodisiacs, mutual masturbation, fingering a/n. officially reposted all my works from the ongoing series.. more coming soon. <33

cross-posted from ao3 ;3

“Sylus? Oh.”

You stop in your tracks, as you meant to walk into the kitchen to ask Sylus for some food, instead of Sylus being there, Luke and Kieran were sitting at the counter talking with each other as they drank some drinks.

“Hey, where's Sylus?” you ask, as you make your way to the fridge.

“Uh, boss? Not sure.” Luke mutters, his fingers resting on his chin as he tries to figure out when he last saw Sylus. But you just shook your head and flung open the fridge door.

“Hm…” your eyes scan the fridge, trying to find something appetizing. You were craving for something sweet, maybe just maybe––Oh!

Perfect.

You grab the box of chocolates sitting on the bottom shelf of the fridge and open up the box without reading anything. The chocolates were tiny balls and it didn't seem bad to grab more than one…

So you grab a handful and throw them in your mouth.

But, shit. These chocolates were too good.

Handful after handful, you end up almost devouring the whole box. But before you could get one more round of chocolates the sound of Luke’s voice snapped you out of daze. The box falls from your hand and falls to the ground.

“Are you crazy?!” Luke warned, flipping you over, his eyes stare down at your chocolate stuffed mouth. You raise an eyebrow and swallow the last pieces of chocolate remaining in your mouth.

“What's wrong?” you ask, slightly concerned.

Luke glanced at Kieran and stepped away, “those chocolates…They were not something you’re supposed to eat large amounts of.”

“Huh?”

“Listen, boss asked us to buy these for you… for later i guess, but you weren't supposed to eat them now! So I think you should go to your room and we will send boss to you soon, okay?”

You look at him with a confused look and either way, still listen and head to your room.

It's not like you were hungry anymore.

-

Well, fuck.

You might as well be a little more hungry than before.

Twenty minutes had already passed and you were rocking back and forth on your bed, your body was heating up and you felt a weird tingling sensation all over you. But your fingers couldn’t control themselves anymore.

A shaky sigh left your lips and you leaned against the bed.

Where the fuck was Sylus at?

A desperate whine left your lips and you slipped a finger under your shorts. Your cold fingertips brush against your twitchy clit and you rub small circles against it.

Since when did it feel this good?

Going slowly wasn’t doing it for you anymore. You slide two fingers in your soaking cunt and you rapidly stroke yourself. You bit on the hem of your shirt as your movements on your fingers quickened, desperately seeking for release.

With the curl of your fingers, a wave of pleasure sparked through your body and a groveling moan escaped your lips when you reached climax. You pull your fingers away and stare at the mess coated on your fingers.

You needed more.

Where. Was. Syl–

Two knocks were heard from your bedroom door and you hopped off your bed, rushing towards the door to open it.

You opened the door in a swift movement and almost fainted at the sight of Sylus in front of you. Sylus looked down at you, his gaze filled with a little concern and curiosity.

He eyes down your messy outfit and walks himself in your bedroom, shutting the door behind him. When the door closed shut you look up at Sylus with teary eyes and step closer towards him.

Sylus wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him.

“Luke told me what happened, why didn't you just read the box before eating the chocolate?” Sylus lectured. But you were too much in a horny daze to even answer that question, all you needed was him.

“I dont…please…do something?” you whine, rocking yourself against him. Sylus sighed and pulled you away from him. His large arms wrap around you and he effortlessly carries you to your bed, carefully placing you on it.

“If you were hungry you could have just called me?” Sylus coos, his fingers trailing down your thighs as he continued to look down at you with his glowy ruby eyes.

“I did! You w-werent in the kitchen..ngh”

“You have a phone for a reason sweetie, I would've picked it up if you called.” Sylus said, calmly, way too calmly. His fingers reach your twitchy soaking pussy and he slid one of his fingers in. You let out a whine and thrust yourself in his fingers.

“M-more..”

A chuckle left Sylus’ lips and he slipped another finger in you. You rock yourself against him and lift yourself so that you are sitting up, facing him. Your fingers grab onto his arms as you pull yourself closer to him.

Your fingers slide down his muscular arms and you press against his boner, slowly rubbing on it in an indescribable pattern. Sylus’ breath hitched and he pressed himself closer to you, quickening his movements in your cunt.

“Please, Sy.” you moan, sliding your finger under his shorts.

“Whatever makes you feel better.” he groaned, bucking his hips up and letting you slip his pants off. His leaking boxers were on display for you and you pulled his boxers down, letting his searing cock spring out.

Your warm fingers wrap around his cock, and you stroke slow, deliberate movements on it.

Both yours and Sylus’ moans grew louder in the room, and the sounds of both you touching each other was turning you on even more. You wrap another hand around his cock and quicken the pace on him.

“Sweetie, calm down. We have…ngh...all night.” he moaned. But when you weren't listening to him and went even faster on his cock, Sylus curled his fingers inside you and warned you again.

“Please.. 'm gonna cum!” you wailed, thrusting yourself in him one more time, and the last final thrust both you and Sylus came in sync.

“Feel better?”

No, you weren’t feeling better, in fact, that made you even more horny and…

“More, please.”

part 6 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[masochistkatsuki]

Team Player - Sticky Situation

Pt 2 ← Pt 3 → Masterlist

Without a doubt, Sero was your second best friend. It used to be Katsuki, but after a stunt surrounding him in your second year, you ironically ended up becoming closer to Hanta instead.

This also happened to be the first night you and Sero started your ongoing 'game.' Sero wasn't going to be an issue in this challenge, the tension has been waiting to be released anyway.

Throughout the night, you heard a lot of, in the lightest way possible, obscene noises. In the morning, no one but you, Mina, and Kirishima knew what they were, or that theyd even happened. It turns out, when you're crazy fucking drunk, you usually end up passing out as soon as you reach a mattress.

While everyone was asleep, Eijirou learnt hands on how to fuck, then immediately went on to deploy those skills. He really didn't waste time. But to be fair, that is what you were betting on.

Jirou and Katsuki had morning shifts, and were thankfully stable enough to leave the house after some care from you. Youd originally brought all the pain meds for yourself, but of course you'll help friends in need no matter what.

Katsuki had a scraped knuckle, when he got up to leave, he was hoping you wouldn't notice. Of course, unfortunately for him, it was the first thing you noticed and quickly stopped him. "Hey !! Thats totally going to get infected if it's not taken care of, are you crazy ?"

He stopped and scowled. Even if you weren't as close in your first year and part of the second, you two were still very perceptive and understanding of what the other had going on. "Piss off, I'm going back to my place and I'll figure it out." He went to leave, but -

"Oh no you don't, Katsuki." You knew hed just shower, pick any extra skin or scabs off, then go to work. "Shower here real quick, then im going to fix that for you." He groaned. You acted like such a mom sometimes.

After a bunch of bickering, light punches and explosions to each other, Katsuki left just 20 minutes before Kirishima and Mina left on their own. What they were probably off and doing doesn't really need to be fully described.. You can definitely guess. As for Kaminari, he was trying to crash and play xbox on Sero's couch, but he ended up getting kicked out immediately.

By 8 am, everyone was out of the house but you and Sero. "Oh um.." You awkwardly looked around. "Should I go too ?" Maybe you shouldve reconsidered how easy Sero would be, this was way more nerve wracking than you'd thought.

Was it ? Or we're you just preparing for the inevitable interrogation.. one youve been slacking off on, you still knew barely nothing about your .. more difficult friends.

"So.. Wanna explain what you and Mina are doing this time ?" He grinned down at you, head resting on his palm. He sat at the kitchen table, clearly intending for you to sit down.

You looked around, as if checking no one was there even though everyone had definitely left. A sigh escaped your lips, and you eventually sat down. Hopefully Mina would understand, but there was just no keeping anything from Sero.

You two had been some of the closest friends since October of your second year. Since the Bakusquad threw that Halloween get-together with them and a few select other friends. From then on out, if you weren't with Mina, you were with Sero.

It started when, stupidly, enough, you fell for Katsuki. It was pitiful, really. You only told Sero, not even Mina. Truthfully, you'd liked him since your first year. Kirishima was hot, but really just a coverup so you wouldn't have to be embarrassed about liking someone who obviously didn't like you. Mina had a special place in your heart, but she had a habit of playing cupid when not needed. You knew the only way she wouldn't intervene was if you mentioned someone she secretly liked.

But, as we all know, Bakugou wasn't easy to like. It was a difficult task feeling so strongly about him in private. Throughout your whole first year, he was snappy and rude, often trying to turn your positivity into pessimism. Though he grew a lot, and protected you many times, and helped you train and gave you honest points and dare you say compliments ? You knew he cared, he just didn't show it that well at first. But any deeper emotional stuff just wasn't an option, and you understood that.

In your second year, he was much softer around the edges. He was still the same smart ass, and egotistical explosive teen, but there was a sense of self awareness and restraint to it. He started learning how to dial it back when possible, but his temper remained when pushed or with people he didnt know. Even so, you continued to admire his effort.

And still, your feelings so stupidly remained. Even when he pushed you away, or acted like he didn't know you, you just couldn't dial it back. So, in a cliche highschool move, you plotted to make him jealous.

In hindsight, its just a funny story to laugh about with Sero, an inside joke if anything. But in the moment, it felt like a whole secret operation. As if this was what all your training was meant for !

At the get together, you wore the cutest but most tempting, tight black dress. It hugged you perfectly, and was accompanied by soft squeezing thigh highs, striped orange and black, like a classic witch. Anyone with eyes was looking at you atleast twice.

You and Sero agreed to hang out the night, and after a few drinks, when you were sure Katsuki was looking, get up all close and flirty. It seemed simple enough, up until then, you hadn't felt that much attraction to him. You only had to fake it for a few hours.

But in a twisted turn of luck, the very same night you specifically were meant to feign attraction, you suddenly, and genuinely felt it. Who knew Sero Hanta could look this fucking good ? Obviously he was hot, lanky, muscular, a damn future Pro ! But youd always just seen him as your fortnite duo or the guy who always arrived everywhere in baggy t-shirts and basketball shorts.

So why the fuck was he suddenly showing off now ? His hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail, spare strands framing his face angelically. He had a black compression shirt on, purposely displaying how hard his chest and abs were. To top it off, he had the iconic grey sweats, hanging off his hips slightly, showing off his v line and happy trail. Holy shit. Hanta Sero is so fucking hot.

Maybe it was apart of the plan, maybe it wasnt, but you and Sero stayed together the whole night. According to Mina, you looked 'real good together'. Coincidentally, you two happened to be getting real close and flirty anyway.

It started with you feeding each other shots. It was easier for Sero, as he was a good amount taller than you. His hands, bigger and stronger, though it made sense with his quirk, traced over your jaw, before he tilted your chin up and poured a shot of vodka down your throat. Fuck, this was way more intimate than you expected it to be. The burn in your inner thighs only felt lighter when you drank down the hard liquid.

Mistakenly, you thought that it couldn't get more sensual than that, right ? Of course, you were wrong. In the process of figuring out how you'd get your shot down Sero's mouth, he got onto his knees in front of you. Holy fuck.

Your hand subconsciously held his cheek, holding his face up to yours. His head was resting against your midriff, while his arms wrapped around your waist. He looked way too pathetic like this for his own good. "I have a better idea, Hanta." Little did you know, Katsuki did notice the encounter, and you leaving with Sero right after. His knuckle was white with his grip against the telltale red solo cup, but no one seemed to notice as he said nothing.

In your dorm, meticulously decorated to your interests and hobbies, you laid yourself down on your bed. Hanta stood above you, arm covering his mouth as a blush crept through. Whatever you had in mind, it was instantly going to his lower regions, the outline of his dick heavy in his sweats. "Im on board."

You laughed, taking in how usually calm and cool Sero was frantically looking around in intervals after staring at your laid out body. "I havent even told you what I was thinki-"

He rested his head against your stomach again, hands comfortably grabbing at your thighs and hips. "I want to do it." He hummed against your tummy, slightly blowing into it, forcing a laugh out of you. Well, it wasnt like you didnt want to do it, for fucks sake, it was your idea. You figured, Katsuki was never looking at you anyway, you might as well have fun with someone who did.

That's how you ended up letting Sero strip your tiny black dress off you, leaving yourself exposed on your bed, dressed only in a matching black lingerie set, (a cute outfit always needs cuter underwear !) and your Halloween thigh highs. Hanta couldnt have looked happier.

You took out your handle of Vodka, and poured a stripe down from in-between your boobs, to your pantyline. You looked up at Sero, who was watching from above, his palm flat against his bulge. "Heres your shot, Hanta."

So yea, you were supposed to make Katsuki jealous, but the way Sero slid his tongue underneath your panties slightly before going back up, dragging it slowly across your abdomen, tracing the muscle against your underboob, before finishing the shot at your sternum, sucking right as he released his mouth from your body felt like too much. But it was apart the plan ! For the greater purpose ! .. Huh, where have I heard that before ?

So, how, were you supposed to not tell Sero the truth ? The tension never ended between you two, and he was looking at you like he was about to eat you whole. You finally had a reason to fuck Sero without seeming weak for dick. It was time to use it.

After explaining the whole situation to Sero, he just seemed to smirk wider. "Well that explains a lot. Like all the heinous sounds. You guys always forget how thin my walls are."

You choked on the off brand fruity pebbles he served you a moment ago-- he heard ?! "Excuse you ?" You looked at him suspiciously. He should've been passed out.

"Im a heavy weight but a light sleeper. Besides, I stayed somewhat sober because I was trying to figure out why Bakugou and Kirishima were Fighting" He crossed his arms, bulky elbows shamelessly knocking against the table.

"Okay, okay. I got it- Hold on, Fighting ?" You looked at him confused. When the fuck did Kirishima and Bakugou get into a fight ? While you were genuinely concerned, he just laughed.

"Sorry, I mean I know now they weren't, but cmon, last night everyone thought they were fighting with each other." His eyes closed cheekily while his grin remained.

You just picked your jaw back off the floor and kept searching for answers. "What ?? Why ??" You were wracking your brain for everything Katsuki did this week, and if hed mentioned anything about Ei. Nothing.

"Well, for starters, Kirishima's girl was hanging out with Katsuki the whole time. But for the first time ever, you and Bakubro weren't hip to hip. Hes always seeking you out, especially when hes drunk. The fact he was with someone else and letting Kirishima be all buddy with you was definitely something." He continued to mindlessly eat his cereal like he just said nothing.

You looked around awkwardly, choosing to freak out over that later. As much as you wanted to gush and talk about Katsuki, it wasn't really easy to just talk about other guys after telling one you essentially needed to have sex with him. Fuck. You two were clearly both thinking the same thing, but who was going to break first ? Just as you began to mentally complain about his stubbornness..

"Hey, so.." He began mimicking you, eyes looking at your spoon, the ceiling, out the window, but never at you.. "I um..." The tips of his ears began fading into a strawberry red. It was really odd to see him so nervous.

"What is it, Hanta ?" You rested a hand on his forearm, hoping to remind him you wouldn't bite. As much as you loved whiney and whimper-y guys, you needed him to communicate.

"I have an idea this time."

So, for the greater good, (of getting Kirishima and Mina to fuck) for everyone's sake, (hold on I thought they just fucked ?) you ended up in nothing but your panties, and taped over Sero's couch. (i dont think this one was necessary ..?) Oh. So that's why he kicked Denki out so quick. "Just how long have you been wanting to do this ?"

He grinned wide, like he'd been asking himself that too. "Since you kicked my ass in the Sports Festival." You audibly gasped. It clicked for you just in that second-, in your first year, you ended up winning by capturing Sero, his legs tight together between your thighs, and one wrist caught in each hand. With the way his arms were still spread out, some of the guys still made fun of him for getting 'crucified."

Your own position, now three years later, was mirroring just that. Your thighs were taped together, and your ankles were adorned with additional tape securing you midair. Your arms were spread out slightly above your head, wrists bound and held up in the air. Underneath your lower back, hips, head, and neck, he provided soft pillows to keep you from hurting. It was surprisingly comfy.

He stood before you, hands on his hips, admiring his work. His eyes carefully scanned over you, and down your body. You noticed he especially was paying attention to the way your thighs squished together due to the bondage. "This looks way better than I could've ever imagined."

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the slight mustache he'd been growing out. "Yea im sure." Your eyes bore into his, trying not to let the real pathetic position you were in get to his ego. "Look, I let you tie me up, so I want a favor."

He smirked at you, and leaned over. His face was close to yours, he smelt like light cologne and sugar. His lips were just a breath away from yours, and as he spoke, "Anything for you." They trembled against you, just barely touching.

You hummed happily, carding your digits through his inky black strands. It was often something he let you do when you were in need of calming down. "So you know the whole operation, but I barely know anything about the last three people." Truly unfair, you needed to make things even and quick.

His eyes trailed to the top right corner of his vision. He thought for a few seconds before his eyes lit up. "I understand now," His eyes looked back into yours before his concentrated face grinned again, "I think I know exactly what you're looking for." Before continuing, he gave you a quick wink.

His hand now gripped your hip, his usual basketball shorts slid down. He rubbed his length through the thin fabric of his boxers with his other hand, growing greatly to its full size. The hand on your hips traveled to your now exposed clit, tracing random letters and shapes against it.

You whined out his name, thighs struggling against the binds, squeezing together in the process. He moved his hands so his middle and ring were fucking lightly into your cunt.

With how close everything was, you felt distinctly how your natural wet excretion covered and slid over your inner thighs. "Perfect.." He breathed, tongue teasing the side of your neck.

He readjusted his hips over yours, and pulled his boxers down before inserting himself between your wet thighs. The tape and his hand held you together, making the perfect slight gap right against your pussy and firm thighs for him.

He began pistoning himself through and out the gap, breath heavy against your chest. He began slow, but it was clear he was trying to hold back.

You smiled softly, wishing you were rubbing your hands up the wide expanse of his back how you would during make out sessions. "You wanna go faster, Sero?" He sighed, slowing his shaky pace again from where it began to gradually speed up unconsciously. He totally forgot to ask.

"Yes.. Please." He rubbed a hand up your midriff, relishing in how soft your bare body was. His hand stopped at your breasts before he began his part of the deal. "Jirou likes it when her hair is tugged or messed with. If you.." His pace quickened, letting himself enjoy the feeling while helping you, "If you keep making eye contact and playing with her hair, she'll be on you by the end of the night."

You tensed the muscles in your thighs, catching his tip. "And how do you know that, Sero ?" You wanted to touch his hair as he mentioned, but your suspended arms weren't moving anytime soon. Fuck, this was getting annoying.

"Because every time Momo does it." As if reading your mind, the hand just under your boobs palmed at your nipples briefly before resting in your hair, scratching at your scalp, "She runs back to her dorm to touch herself."

You held back a gulp-- How did sero know that ?? The girls group chat was the only place Jirou ever mentioned it, he shouldn't have known. "Oh wow, does she really do that ?" You batted your eyelashes at him, trying to get more information and distract him from the fact you actually already knew that secret. He knew a lot more than youd originally thought.

He smirked, hand going back to pinch at your side boob. Even though his actions seemed steady, his breath was rapid and his hips were starting to shake. "Im.. Im getting close.."

You forced your face to remain soft. In reality, you felt smug and slowly accomplished. Though Sero proved to have his own difficulties, you were getting closer and closer yourself, to the goal. "That's okay, just keep telling me about them. Only two more people left, Hanta."

"Kaminari is.." He tried thinking, but only sighed. "Sorry mentioning him turns me off." You just laughed, and waved your hand as much as you could from its tied place in the air.

"It's him, don't worry, it won't be a challenge.." You looked around quickly. He wasnt softening, but you didnt want the mood to be ruined. At the same time, you desperately needed information on Katsuki. "How about this.."

It took a minute to convince him that undoing the tape around your thighs was a good idea, but as soon as you reminded him that you two would actually end up fucking, he gave in.

He was now caged between your hips and still bound ankles, his tip pressed against your inner lips. "Hanta, do you have a condom ?"

His eyes widened. "Oh ! Yea, I found one in one of my guest rooms. I think Mina was sleeping in there." He winked knowingly. Damn, as thankful as you were, you were a little embarrassed about her premonition and his good observation skills.

"Good.. Then.. Ill let come inside, you just need to fuck me good and tell me how I can do the same to Katsuki." Your eyes locked on his, and you used the freedom now granted with your legs to move your thighs around his waist, lower legs still stuck together in the air.

He groaned, quickly ripping the packaging with his teeth and pulling it on. The entirety of your round wasn't really that long, but the years of teasing had built up so much, just the slightest touches felt like too much to Hanta. "So hes really private.. not even Kaminari knows all that much, but.."

His rubbery tip slipped through your soft entrance, the wetness hed been keeping going only helping you suck his whole size in relatively quick. Not to mention, he was noticeably smaller than Kirishima, making what would usually be a harsh fit much less painful. "Cmon, Sero, you can tell me." You made your voice more sultry, making up for the lack of touch you could provide with your hands.

"We know hes definitely a virgin." You gasped, half from the way his tip got caught on your gspot for a moment before pushing further, half because that made him the last virgin in your friend group.

During your second year, class 2-A and 2-B went through a virginity loss craze, a lot of people doing it with friends just to say they lost it. Most of it was just awkward quick stuff, and it ended up with almost everyone staying inexperienced and shy, like Kirishima. "Really ?" You pushed your hips up into his, trying to keep some composure. It was still interesting Katsuki never did anything, by that point he was an in-school celebrity.

A deeper groan reverberated in his chest, steadily getting a good pace to fuck in and out at. "Hes a lot more sensitive and emotional than people think." He kept gradually getting faster, pressing against your gspot faster and faster every time. "He usually responds with anger as a default feeling, but if he trusts you already and you come onto him strong and clearly enough again and again no matter how much he snaps, you'll have him."

By the time he was done explaining, you were both close and whining into each other's neck. He was practically laying on top of you, his messy black hair covering your vision. He was moaning now, "Can I finally cum, please ? I told you everything I know.." His hands were scratching slightly at your thighs, composure slipping away faster than he could catch it.

You rarely felt this weak, but for some odd reason, you hoped to god for any reason but the fact you finally knew more about Katsuki, and the honestly hot fact he was a Virgin. Before you knew it, you were crying out, "Yes, now, Hanta" while your thighs and walls closed in on him. Your previously sore hips were shaking, getting more action in two days then they had since this school year started.

He bit into your neck, muffling a girlish moan from him as a warm release spilt into his (Minas) condom. His hips kept lightly thrusting before completely stopping. He was still dumbly panting and whining a little, sounds gradually getting quieter as he calmed down.

"That.." He took a deep breath in before it stuttered out. "That was so fucking good." His eyes locked into yours, face still dangerously close. "Remind me to thank Mina later."

a/n : i think this one flowed a lot more naturally than kirishimas, but it took me a bit longer. hope its good !! tried adding more katsuki implications but i didn't want it to escalate too fast yet

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[puckinghischier]

Jealous Nico

i struggle with this one bc can he get jealous? yes, extremely so. does he often? i wanna say no.

i feel like he’s just so trusting and obsessed with you that the thought doesn’t even cross his mind half the time, because you never pay people any mind. he knows he holds your attention, so why would he ever get jealous?

but sometimes…just sometimes, when you’ve had one too many drinks and your attention starts flitting around the room, looking for anyone who will entertain you to have a conversation with? he wants to scream “i’m right here!!!” at you. but he doesn’t want to be that guy, so he just lets you wander and mingle. never too far, though.

and as much as we wants to, the feeling that settles in his stomach when he sees you laughing with some finance bro over at the bar when you’re getting a refill is something he can’t really ignore.

maybe it’s the way you’re giving him so much excitement, clearly passionate about whatever topic is pouring from your lips. or maybe it’s the way this douche is looking at you, like you’re the brightest light in the room and he’s a moth that can’t escape your glow. whatever it is, it has him walking away from his conversation mid sentence, warm eyes turned dark in dislike of what he was witnessing.

as he makes his way through the crowd towards you, he realizes he can’t even be mad at you, because you’re just being the social butterfly he knows you are. all you want to do is converse and enjoy all the liveliness in the building, you’re not purposefully ignoring him. you were actually trying to talk to him a few minutes ago, but he was trying to listen to what jesper was saying before he got lost in whatever topic you deemed so important. so really, he thinks to himself, this is his fault, and he shouldn’t even be jealous in the first place.

but when you start jumping up and down slightly, clearly excited with whatever response you were just given, and douchebag’s eyes go straight to your chest instead of your ear to ear grin and bright eyes, he realizes yeah…maybe he can be jealous and a little bit of an asshole right now.

“müsli? did you ever get your drink, sweet girl?” he tries the sweet approach, not wanting to be overly gruff in front of you.

his chest puffs out at the way all of your attention is focused on him the second you hear his voice, forgetting all about the stranger in front of you.

“nico! hi! i feel like i haven’t seen you in….in….like…thirty minutes ago!” your words make no sense, a small hiccup making you giggle out an “excuse me” as you turn towards him.

he smiles down at you, your glossy eyes focused on his own, just how it should be.

“oh! frank, this is nico!” you turn back around to the stranger, his gaze raking down your figure, making nico see red all over again. you lean in closer to the man, cupping your hands around your mouth to try and whisper, but failing miserably. “he’s my boyfriend!” you giggle out, acting like a school girl talking about her crush.

turning back to nico, you miss the hard gaze he was throwing your new friend. “nico, frank and i were just talking about how fun it would be if there was a slip’n’slide in here!”

nico’s demeanor involuntarily softens a bit at your enthusiasm over the random topic, amused at how excited you are over the thought of a slip’n’slide in the middle of winter in new jersey.

but when he looks back up at your new friend frank, he can practically see the thoughts running through his head, and why he’s also be enthusiastic about the idea. if it wasn’t him ogling your tits earlier, it was the way he was checking your ass out while nico is standing right there.

“oh yeah?” nico speaks to you but keeps his attention on the man too lost looking at your ass to realize he’s being summoned into the conversation.

“yeah! tell him, frank! tell him what you said about making sure i’d be able to take as many turns as i wanted! that no one else would be allowed on it, because it would be my own special slip’n’slide!”

it’s endearing, really, the ideas you get in that smart head of yours when you’ve been slamming vodka crans all night. nico always loves to find out what theories and plans you come up with everytime you two have nights out. he’s thought about writing them down a time or two, because you never believe him when he tells you about the the next day, always claiming you “would literally never say that,” because you’re “a college educated woman, thank you very much.”

but this one? the one that has frank all but salivating at the thought of seeing you repeatedly have a wet t-shirt contest of one on a theoretical slip’n’slide? this one is just pissing him off.

“hmm?” frank’s attention is finally snapped away from your body and back to the conversation at hand.

“she was just saying how you told her how wonderful her own, special slip’n’slide would be, considering you wouldn’t let anyone else on it,” nico answers, letting his voice lower.

“oh yeah, dude. wouldn’t that be the hottest thing ever?” frank, so stupidly, decided to respond.

nico’s dry chuckle is the only response frank got. and either frank was smarter than nico gave him credit for, or he looks a lot more menacing than he thought, because the sound wiped the smug, disgusting smile right off of his face.

“frank…buddy….just walk away, yeah?” nico suggests, not used to being the scary boyfriend type but hoping it does the trick.

and much to his surprise, it works, frank nodding and walking the other direction, but not before you call out a sweet “bye, frank! it was nice to meet you!”

grabbing your hand, nico leans down to suggest it’s time for the two of you to leave, because he’s “tired of sharing you with everyone tonight, schatz. need my daily dose of hiding you away so i can get all of your attention,” while nipping playfully at your ear.

and, get all of your attention he does, considering you don’t stop talking to him from the time he gets you in the car to drive you home to the time he gets you settled in bed, behind closed doors, soaking up every second of not having to share your sweet voice. he drank it in like you were his own personal oasis in a dry and vast desert, just how he liked it.

[help-itrappedmyself]

Danny Punches a Clown Part 6

Masterpost

Danny, after many promises and assurances, lets Red Robin take him to the batcave. They travel by car, and as fancy as it was, Danny was almost scared to touch anything inside it. Red was a much better driver than his father though, so he just closed his eyes and focused on trying to keep his healing up.

The Batcave turned out to be an actual cave, underground, with actual bats in it. He was whisked to a medical area too quickly to see much of anything else besides some other vehicles and a giant computer set up. 

Someone was waiting in the medical space with a tray of tools and bandages ready next to the bed, Red introduced him as Agent A. They were quick to lie him down on a cot and set him up to a heart monitor and that had Red and the A frowning immediately.

“It’s a medical condition.” Danny blurted, and both pairs of eyes shot to him. “My heartrate is naturally very slow, temperature runs cold, pale skin, slow circulation so I can't have a lot of different medications." Not that any medications would really work, but better safe than sorry. Them not working would be suspicious, and Danny does not have the energy or focus for trying to keep straight any real explanations right now.  "It’s fine, I promise.”

Agent A nodded slowly. “Is there anything else we should know before we start treatment?”

“Just can't give me any medicines, I think that's the only relevant bit.”

“Alright, I will keep that in mind. Please lift your shirt so I can see the wound.”

Danny does, and they manage their expressions quite well on seeing it. Agent A goes immediately for creams and bandages.

“What burned you like that?” Red asked.

“Gun.” Danny was starting to slur. He did not want to sleep right now, with these people here.

“A gun? What kind of gun causes burns?”

“New blaster, parents made it special.”

“Your parents make guns?”

Danny shrugs, turning his head to look at Red instead of the far off ceiling of the cave. “My parents make lots of things. They're scientists, inventors." Danny waves his arm around vaguely. "The gun was new though, hadn’t been shot with that one before. The earlier versions were much less powerful.”

“Are you saying that your parents are the ones that shot you?” Red asked gently, taking a seat in the chair next to the bed. “It wasn’t just their gun that was used?”

Danny frowns. “Well yeah.”

Tim is very concerned at the tone he just used, like getting shot at by your parents was normal. “Do they shoot at you a lot?”

“Fair amount I suppose.” Red could see Danny thinking really hard about something. Dany’s head was really starting to hurt. His brain was fuzzy and he knew he should be concerned about something, but couldn’t figure out what. His parents shooting at him was nothing new, considering. “Like, they did it more than Vlad but I don’t see him as often, and they’ve done it longer than the GIW, but since the GIW has started they’ve been about equal I guess. I mean, sometimes all the defense systems in the house target me but that wasn’t technically intentional. Took forever for us to figure out how to get them to stop that.”

“Danny, when was the last time you slept?” Red asked gently.

Danny wasn’t sure if his blip earlier this morning counted. He didn’t think it lasted more than an hour, but the last time he slept before that was before his fight in Amity, escaping through the ghost zone and running around in this dimension.

“It’s been awhile.” Danny landed on. True enough for medical history he supposed.

“Right.” A finished the last of the bandages and tugged Danny’s shirt back down. “Well, why don’t you do that now, while we go and find you something to eat.”

“I’m too tired to fight food right now.”

Tim shared a look with Alfred before turning back to Danny. “Okay then. Maybe sleep first and then eat?”

“I will go start making something now that you’re all set up here Mister Danny.” Agent A states, walking past the medical curtains and shutting them behind him. Red pulled out a tablet and started tapping on it. He noticed Danny’s eyes on him after a moment.

“You going to sleep?”

“Strange place, strange people. Not sure that’s the best decision here.”

Red looked up from his tablet.

“You trusted me enough to come here. Trust me enough to sleep. I will make sure no one but me or A comes in before you’re ready.”

[revelboo]

Waitng patiently for a new insecticons story (i love them so much, thanks to you. Please dont die)

I will try my hardest not to 🤣 I’m just on the struggle bus today

You (Don’t) Know Me Pt 7

Insecticons x Reader

• Wary as they watch you, it’s like they’re waiting on something. They’ve called you their queen more than once. Mentioned a coronation, though the details get a bit hazy, lost in the heated ache of need when they’d kissed you, when that one had gone down on you. Body flushing at that memory as you wiggle out from between Kickback and Shrapnel, pulling one of the blankets you’re sitting on up over your lap so everything isn’t just on display. “What if I don’t want to be your queen?” You ask slowly and the other two both look at Bombshell, tensing. Big guy is definitely the one in charge. “Hypothetically,” you add as his head tips.

• “Hypothetically, you’re of little value except as food if you’re not our queen,” Bombshell growls, long glossa curling around a servo to clean it. Aware of the way you watch him, grinning crookedly as his battle mask clicks back together. It’s a threat plain and simple, a hollow one. Those two idiots have at least partially bonded you. Forcing his hand. And after having you, he can’t really deny that he’s decided he wants to keep you, too. Had imagined a fierce queen, but maybe a soft queen that looks to him for protection wouldn’t be so bad. Someone who needs him. Who won’t curtail his plans.

• “This hive is only temporary,” Kickback says into the silence when you lean further away from all of them. “Not fit for a queen.” Antenna back, he leans over to lay his head in your lap, pretending he doesn’t notice when you tense. “We’ll do better. Bigger, more fitting for you.” Room for young, room to expand. Freezing when you hesitantly lift a hand and touch his antenna. Gently. So gently ghosting your fingers against him. Has anyone touched him like that before?

• Heck of a choice. Play queen of the scary, bug robots or be dinner. The big one had asked you to make demands. Seemed to expect it, like maybe you’re supposed to take charge. Play queen. Mouth dry as you toy with Kickback’s antenna to make him shiver and chirp against you, you can’t break Bombshell’s stare. The challenge in it. “This place is drafty. Dirty. Not a proper hive,” you manage, rolling with it and all three of them go still. Listening. “And I’m not eating that.”

• Struggling to suppress his laughter as Bombshell goes rigid in offense at your scorn, Shrapnel clears his vents noisily. Can’t help but grin, though. “Organics eat flesh,” Bombshell growls, sweeping his hand at the deer. And Shrapnel’s starving, but won’t touch it until you eat. ‘Not raw,’ you counter, little chin lifting. ‘Cook it.’ And he is laughing now, not even caring how angry Bombshell is, because this is too delicious. You’re figuring out your place. Taking charge like you’re meant to.

• Heart racing as Bombshell looms over you, there’s fear that maybe you pushed him too hard. That you pissed him off and he’s going to lash out. Instead he just stares down at you, seizes Shrapnel by one of the beetle-like horns jutting up from his shoulders and yanks him up as he hisses. Ordering him to dig a fire pit. And you shouldn’t get a little thrill out of being obeyed by them. You should be plotting your escape, not idly playing with Kickback’s antenna. Freezing when he loops his arms around you and presses his face against your stomach, venting.

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[thefairiesinthegarden]

This was me trying

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Heyyyyy this is my first post soo im seeing if this is something I want to do!!!!!! This is angstyyyy so enjoy!!!

Azriel x reader

About 1000 words

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Azriel had never been one for grand displays of emotion, not in all the centuries he had lived. His shadows were often enough to mask the turmoil that constantly swirled within him, the doubts and insecurities he carried as silently as the wind. But the tension between him and you had been building for weeks now, and it was clear even to his shadows. They whispered to him of the cracks in your once unshakable bond, but he ignored them, refusing to face the truth.

He was tired. Tired of the endless fights, of the misunderstandings that left him feeling more alone than he ever thought possible. You were always so bright, so full of life and hope. It had been the reason he fell for you in the first place—your light drew him in like a moth to a flame. But now that very light felt like it was suffocating him, highlighting every flaw, every mistake, every failure he couldn’t outrun.

Tonight, the argument had escalated beyond either of your control.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just be honest with me!” you had shouted, voice breaking under the weight of frustration. “I feel like I’m fighting for this relationship alone, Azriel!”

He stood there, jaw clenched, shadows swirling around his feet in a frenzy. His wings twitched, itching for flight, for escape. His eyes, usually so calm and calculating, burned with something darker, something ugly.

“I never asked you to fight for me,” he snapped back, the words slipping from his tongue before he could stop them.

You flinched, and he immediately regretted it. But instead of apologizing, instead of softening like he should have, he doubled down.

“Maybe if you stopped trying so hard, it wouldn’t be so difficult,” he continued, his tone cutting and cruel. “You’re suffocating me with your constant need for reassurance. I don’t need it, and I certainly don’t want it.”

The silence that followed was suffocating, thick and heavy with the weight of his words. His shadows recoiled, retreating as if they, too, were horrified by what he had just said.

You stood there, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. He could see the way his words had wounded you, deeper than any physical blow could have. And yet, you didn’t cry. You didn’t yell. You just… stared at him, as if seeing him for the first time, as if the person standing in front of you was a stranger.

“I see,” you said quietly, your voice hollow.

Azriel took a step forward, regret flooding his chest, but you held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “No, don’t come closer. I can’t—” You swallowed, your throat working as you tried to find the words. “I can’t do this anymore, Azriel. I’ve been trying so hard to make this work, but it’s clear that it’s not enough. I’m not enough.”

He wanted to argue, to tell you that wasn’t true, that you were more than enough for him, that you were everything. But the words got caught in his throat, tangled up in the anger and frustration that had been boiling under his skin for weeks now.

You took a deep breath, your hands trembling as you ran them through your hair, pulling it back from your face. “I just need some space,” you said, your voice wavering. “I need to figure out what I want, what I deserve. And I can’t do that with you right now.”

Azriel’s heart clenched painfully in his chest as he watched you turn and walk toward the door. His wings twitched again, his body screaming at him to stop you, to beg for your forgiveness. But he stayed rooted to the spot, too stunned, too angry with himself to move.

You paused at the threshold, your hand resting on the doorframe as you turned to look at him one last time. “I love you,” you said softly, “but I can’t keep giving and giving when it’s never going to be enough. Not for you.”

Then you were gone, the door closing softly behind you, leaving Azriel alone in the deafening silence of the room. His shadows crept back toward him, hesitant, as if even they weren’t sure how to comfort him now.

He collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in his hands as the weight of his words, of his actions, came crashing down around him. He had driven you away. The one person who had ever truly seen him, who had loved him despite all his flaws, was gone. And it was his fault.

For hours, Azriel sat there, replaying the argument over and over in his head, wondering where it had all gone so wrong. How had he let his own insecurities, his own fears, push you away? You had been trying—he knew that now, could see it so clearly in the aftermath. You had been fighting for him, for the relationship, and he had thrown it back in your face.

When he finally rose from the couch, the sky outside had darkened, the stars twinkling faintly in the distance. He moved to the bedroom, hoping to find some semblance of peace in sleep, but as he entered, his eyes landed on something that stopped him in his tracks.

A note, folded neatly, resting on the pillow where you used to sleep.

With trembling hands, he picked it up, unfolding the paper to reveal your delicate handwriting.

Azriel,

I just wanted you to know that this was me trying. I tried to be everything you needed, but it was never enough, and I’ve come to realize that it never will be. I love you, but I can’t stay in a relationship where I feel like I’m constantly failing. I hope one day you understand that I didn’t leave because I stopped caring. I left because I had to start caring about myself.

Goodbye.

The words blurred as his vision clouded with tears. He clutched the note tightly in his hand, his heart shattering into a million pieces.

He had lost you.

And this time, there was no fixing it. No amount of apologies or promises could undo the damage he had caused. You had given him everything, and in return, he had pushed you away.

Azriel sank to his knees, the weight of the empty room pressing down on him like a vice. His shadows curled around him, as if trying to comfort him, but they couldn’t reach the part of him that was broken beyond repair.

You were gone.

And he had no one to blame but himself.

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Theehhehehehehee hoped you enjoyed that, lemme know if we want moreeee

[prodbymaui]

Fraying Hearstrings

we were so beautiful, we were so tragic

The saying goes that time heals all wounds, yet with every tick of the clock, it feels like the cuts in your heart become shallower while the pain only burrows deeper.

“That was so embarrassing. Why would you do that?” Jaehyun's voice slices through the tension in the room, sharp and unforgiving, as he tosses his things onto the sofa, hastily following after you. His hair is disheveled, the stress showing in the wrinkles of his crumpled dress shirt.

“Embarrassing? Really, Jaehyun?" you snap, turning to face him. Your finger jabs into his chest before his hand grips your wrist with a force that’s all too unfamiliar. You flinch, momentarily stunned by the person in front of you—your husband, or at least, the man who used to be.

“Yes! You were embarrassing,” he seethes, shoving your arm away. “Throwing a tantrum like some kid who didn’t get their way? In front of my colleagues, my boss—God! Do you ever think before pulling stunts like that?”

He scoffs, letting his gaze rake over your tear-streaked face with a disdain that cuts deeper than any words.

“Or were you too busy trying to prove you were ‘right’ with your baseless accusations?”

A bitter laugh escapes you, disbelief spreading across your features. You cross your arms, trying to shield yourself from the hurt threatening to spill out. "Baseless? Are you kidding me, Jaehyun? I saw you, with another woman, sitting on your lap!"

"Keep your voice down. The kids are asleep!"

You scoff, voice trembling with both rage and heartbreak. "Now you care about the kids? After everything, you suddenly care about them? Is it because you're scared they'll realize their parents' marriage is a farce, that it’s not as perfect as we pretend it is? Or is it because you’re scared they’ll figure out their father’s a lying, cheating bastard?”

You stand there, the air thick with tension, your heart pounding as Jaehyun’s expression shifts from anger to something almost unreadable. For a moment, it seems like he might say something—apologize, perhaps, or at least try to explain himself. But instead, he just runs a hand through his hair, frustration etched into his features.

“Look, can we just—” he starts, but the words die on his lips when you shake your head, the gravity of the situation pulling you further from him.

“No,” you reply, your voice steadier than you feel. “You don’t get to just brush this off. I can’t believe you’d think I’d let it slide after what I saw.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but you hold up your hand, cutting him off. “I deserve better than this, Jaehyun. Better than to be treated like a fool. You’ve made your choice.”

His eyes flash with something that looks like guilt, and for a brief moment, it feels like you’re peering into the depths of his soul. But then he masks it with defiance. “You’re overreacting. You don’t know the whole story!”

“Then tell me!” you challenge, desperation creeping into your voice. “What could possibly justify you sitting with another woman like that?”

He falters, his bravado slipping as he grapples with his own defense. “It wasn’t what you think. She was just—”

“Just what?” You interject, your voice rising with frustration. “Just a friend? Just work-related? I’m done with the excuses!”

Jaehyun’s shoulders tense, his anger flaring again. “You think you can just accuse me and then walk away? This is ridiculous!”

“Ridiculous? You’re the one who was caught! You’re the one who made a fool out of me!” 

The room crackles with tension, each word throwing more fuel on the fire. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you made such a scene!” He shoots back, his voice rising.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so careless!” You yell, frustration boiling over. “You’ve turned this marriage into a joke, and I’m sick of it!”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to be here fighting with you? Maybe we’re just better off apart!”

The words hang in the air, sharp and stinging. You freeze, your heart racing at the sudden clarity in his statement. 

“Are you serious right now?” You demand, disbelief etched on your face.

“Yeah, I am!” He snaps back, anger and hurt twisting his features. “Maybe we’re just tired of trying to fix something that’s already broken!”

A bitter silence follows, the realization settling in like a heavy weight. You look at him, eyes blazing, and for the first time, you see how worn down he truly is. 

“Fine,” you say, voice trembling with emotion. “If that’s how you feel, then maybe we should just stop fighting it.”

“Maybe we should,” He replies, his voice cold and distant.

With that, the air between you shifts, the warmth of your connection replaced by a chilling reality. You turn away, tears threatening to spill as you grapple with the decision that has emerged from the chaos. This fight may have revealed the truth you both have been too afraid to confront: it’s time to let go.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Classic Deals

The answer was still "No", he still can't fuck me.

(But that won't stop him trying to persuade me. How long have we been in this limbo? How long until I give in?)

Overbearing cologne and cigar smoke seeps, like smog, into the room. Just as dirty and cloying as the chuckle that follows. It's a deep sound. Sleazy, masculine, and with a hint of growl. The drawling amusement of a man who knows he's the biggest threat in whatever room he stands in.

And enjoys it.

He's an absolute bastard. I hate him. I'm scared of him. He wasn't even the Demon that was supposed to show up. But? What's done is is done. And now I have to figure out a way to escape... somehow.

Because I Refuse.

Refuse! To let him eat me. In any sense of the word.

When I was... not so much "reincarnated", as that would require my memories be lost, but? I guess, Reborn? I found myself inside a story. It had just come out, before I died. So I never got to finish it. But I had seen play-throughs. Spoilers. Watched the trailers. I recognized everything, and realized what "role" as it were, someone wanted me to play. A frankly? Near psychotic, bully of a girl.

I refused. Utterly.

Not only because the Protagonist was, frankly? Just a child. But because the girl's end was a horrifying one. My character, dragged to hell. Tortured and tormented forever. Granted, they didn't call it hell. No, no, it was the "Shadow Dimensions". You know... where Demons come from. But, come on, it was clearly hell!

Instead? I trained. Ate my veggies. Did my homework. I went to fantasy church each Sunday, and dutifully prayed, to the fantasy Otome Gods. The very picture of a perfect child. Frankly? I aimed for obnoxiously so.

Just so I could get through the plot, then get the hell out of dodge.

But then? THEN? The Protagonist crashed into my life. And made me a horror story. Suddenly I was pushing innocent girls down stairs and into ponds. Spreading rumors I'd never spoken. Taking things I'd never touched. Sending men to do unspeakable things, from which she must be saved. The monster in her fairytale. From which? Her knights must surely protect her.

I'd done none of it.

Had witnesses to prove that.

But what use was the words of my friends? When the sons of powerful houses were forming a mob? For Justice, of course. Because I was Evil, obviously. I deserved it, they howled. Terrified... I ran. My friends helping break out. Smuggling me as far as they could. We split up. Them, running to their parents for help, and me? Simply running.

All the while... wondering. Horrified. Did She? The original? Suffer the same? Was the Story equally so twisted? Distorted truths and inconveniences erased? Had... gods, had she ever even been the villian? I would never know.

None the less, I fled to the one place I knew the Protagonist couldn't enter. Not yet.

Her ancestors cursed Manor. Where the final act would reveal how our families intertwined. History repeating itself, etc etc. I couldn't remember. All I knew? Was that my character met a Demon there. Some secret romance-able. But if I could convince him first? Maybe... just maybe? I could protect myself from that psychopath in pink.

What I didn't count on? What I SHOULD have remembered? Was that spells depend on material, power, and payment. The difference between getting a cup of water and a lake? Can often be how much you sacrifice to get what you need. What chalk or ink you use. How much POWER you pour in to the spell.

I don't know what the Original did. But the materials were likely the same, given I found them there. High grade, if old. However...? However? I was panicked. Foolish. Did the one thing our magic instructors told us never to do. I Cast with emotion, instead of a clear head. Poured bucket of power into the spell, like a hemorrhaging wound. Did not prick my hand for mere drops of blood, no... no I dragged the blade shallow but long.

Spilling FAR to much. Paying FAR more then the Original ever dreamed too.

Would ever DARE.

Fear makes people stupid.

What answered? Was NOT who I expected. Who I expected. It was like the house, and everything in it, was suddenly under the crushing pressure of some great boot. Walls groaned. Pillars creaked ominously. Dust rained from the ceiling as windows popped and cracked. My back, forced to bow, under the mountainous pressure. Face pressed to the blood and ink stained floor. I could barely breathe.

Pressed to the filthy floor, it was like I was being ground into it, for my audacity. Even as space itself warped and imploded, into the shape of a man. A hole in reality. Emptiness, that stepped forward into being, as casually as others go for a strole. I could barely see... but... but...?

W-was...?

Was he wearing a fucking suit‽

Lazily, cigar smoke drifted through the air. Thick cologne commanded the room. A moment, as whatever I summoned considered, whether or not to humor me. Before just like that? The pressure released. Like a bubble popping or a joint, cracking backing into place. I gasped for air. Desperately filling my lungs. Light headed from my still bleeding arm.

Weakly, I dragged my fingers along the edges and muttered a healing spell. It wouldn't be pretty, but... fuck it. I had other concerns right now.

It was only when I looked up, managing to lever my self into a sitting position, that I realized I fucked up. Really, really, fucked up. Even as I watched, classic ram horn whisped away, clouding the demon's head in a mocking halo of smoke. His thick whip of a tail, lazily coiled back and forth, before passing once more behind his back, to seemingly disappear. Leaving only black tipped claws behind. Teeth, far too sharp.

An old school Demon.

One of the Classics, as they called them. Old, strong, and impossible to kill. Notorious. The so called kings of the Shadowlands. The came from the generations before the great Demon Wars. The ones that basically slaughtered the entire existent demonic population for about twenty or so generations. Classic Demons didn't have to rapid evolve to survive like the rest.

They were just too god damned powerful to kill.

Fuck.

The Demon's vaguely bored expression oozed into a deeply amused, wolfish grin. My horrified realization must have shown on my face. And, really, what was more amusing? To a Demon. Then that moment of terror and awe? Seeing them realize that you are the Big Nasty here? Ha ha... apparently, nothing.

"Well aren't you cute, bitty Meat? I could eat you right up." He drawled.

FUCK.

There... there was no way to fix this. I could reverse the summons... but that? That only works if he decides to go quietly. Normally, you can firmly enforce these sort of things, if they refuse to disperse, but... but-! Ha ha... oh fuck. There was no way in hell, my will could possibly win out. That I could force him through a metaphorical doorway. At best, I'd be letting him free as the summoning broke down.

Shit. Okay. S-Seal a Dea...?

No. That's an incredibly fucking stupid idea.

No one has ever, on record, survived making ANY deals with an Elder Demon. The Classics were both fucking vicious and effectively Demonic warlords! Bad idea. Very Bad Idea! But it's not like I can just wait him out. What's a few weeks to is effectively an immortal? Maybe I could...?

"Aaaw, bitty Meat. Are you... panicking? How cute." A claw tipped hand holding his cigar brings it up, to meanly grinning lips. To be trapped, like prey, between predator sharp teeth. Freeing his hand, even as the other never leaves its place, casually, arrogantly, tucked into his pants pocket. "Gotta say, it's not often I get such an adorable little meal."

"Certainly adds a bit of... spice to things~" he chuckled. A deep, curling sound. Like smoke in the lungs and terrible drunken mistakes.

Then? The horrifying. Holding my eyes with his. Smirk growing, wider and wider, as the terror set in and the reality of my situation unfolded, he casually... reached out. As though it was nothing at all. No spellwork, no barriers. No thousands of years of safety measures going up in smoke. As though the breaking of cardinal rules meant nothing, and it was as simple as a breeze.

He reached out. A Demon, before any Deal was struck, past every layer of containment and protections, to ever so lightly? With those lethal, empire ending claws... grip a few strands of hair, that had escaped my careful up-do. Hanging wild, in front of my face. His finger pinched the strands. Deadly. Just in front of my eyes. Close enough to nearly feel the heat of his skin. And..?

Yank!

Sharp points of pain on my scalp. A few stands of hair, plucked free.

I all but stop breathing. It was one thing, to be powerful enough, ancient and experienced enough, to shrug off an inexperienced Mage's restrictions. After all, I was no Demon summoner. Had never studied the dark arts or Forbidden ways. It was entirely possible my restrictions were mediocre. Complete shit. But...? But-! Even I‽ knew there were certain inalienable RULES. Enforced by Reality itself. For all intents and purposes, God.

He shouldn't be able to hurt me. Not directly.

No Deal had been made. I hadn't tried to send him back and failed, thus allowing him to break free during the "you are no longer needed" portion but before completing the "Now go home". The most he should be able to do? Is threaten my environment, mental state, or emotions. Indirect attacks. Not... not direct...

Desperately I look down at my work. Looking for where I fucked up. But... but there's nothing. How? S-So, HOW?! Any harm to me, should-!

Oh.

"Well look at you, itty bitty~! Figure it out so fast, did you? What a clever little Morsel. That's right~..."

He can tank it. Even returned a thousand fold. What mortally wounds a human? Inconveniences a Demon like him. He could be down right atomized and he'd walk it off. That... that's why there's so many warnings. To keep them from ever setting foot in the Human realm. Old school Demons are all but impossible to get rid off and... and the last one that got through? Nearly wiped out two seperate Holy Orders. Took five hundred years to send back.

Finally... I let myself cry.

God damn it. I.. I messed up. This is all so fucking messed up! I just... I just wanted to travel! Visit the coast with my friends. Cute little shops. Those flower fields I'd heard about. How... how the fuck did I-? Why did I have to..? What was the POINT of all this!? If I was just going to end up HERE!? Curling into myself. I sob. Fuck it all. I'm... I'm done. Enough! I can't anymore. E-Enough...

"Hmmm..." the worst mistake of my life says, humming like he's considering something. Grinding my spellwork to smears and ruin, beneath expensive boot leather. As he strolls past me to consider the room at large. Lazily circling me like a shark.

"You know... I think I recognize this wreck. Hmmm, oh yeah. Big tits, terrible attitude. Too many bows. She tried to play the damsel in distress card, like she wasn't just as guilty as the rest. Thought I burned this place down..."

"That bitch was a real arrogant piece of work. Some Saintess. Ha! I've met actual Demons more holy." My tears had faded, dispite myself. Curiosity dragging my attention to hang on every word. The actual, original, Tragedy At The Manor had never really been revealed. As far as I knew.

"So, let me guess," his voice as he circled behind me, was sneering as he spoke of the Protagonist. Like he'd stepped in something that been left to rot. "Greedy little shit, who wants more then she deserves, and was willing to take it from everyone else. No matter the cost. Because she is the victim. The pretty little princess, forever to be saved. And fuck whoever she has to destroy to get it."

I stare up at him with shocked, tear reddened eyes. Face a mess. Uncaring how pathetic I must look by now. Covered in dust, blood, and tears. Was... was the pink horror's behavior... fuckin genetic?! This had happened before!? Oh God.

Glancing down at me, the Demon's face shifts from annoyed disgust to amusement. Something curling through the expression I can not possibly hope read. Deeper. Darker. No longer just the surface flickers of passing fun. As though settling back on his heels, from where he had been balanced on the balls of his toes. Ever ready to move.

"Shit." He breathed out sharply through his nose, a near silent snort. Grin spreading like a beast baring its teeth. Eyes dancing with something I couldn't name. "A cute little snack... no, a sweet lil Treat~ and a fight? Happy fuckin birthday to me, huh? Don't I just get all the fun? Might even decide to keep you, sweet Treat. Make you a lil pet. We could make a Deal~"

"I eat you up, you get all you could ever dream off. It'll be great, itty bitty! Power, prestige. Wealth beyond your wildest dreams. Sex with the hottest fucking demon to ever live~ C'mon, Pet. Let me get a taste~"

"Promise I only bite a little."

[lie-lacdreams]

Thermodynamics and Turmoil (Curly x Reader pt. 4)

I am back !! Thank you for bearing with me as I try and figure out where I want to take this :)

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Engineer! Reader x Curly TW: J*mmy being a creep Word Count ~ 1.7k

A few days passed since the incident in the utility room, and (Y/N) saw very little of Curly. It was almost as if he was now the one avoiding her. The only thing keeping her from believing so was Jimmy telling the crew that they were steering through a chaotic bit of space debris and bragging about his contribution.

“Well if you’re so much of a help, why aren’t you in the cockpit with the captain instead of sitting down and eating dinner with us, huh?” Swansea glared, annoyed with his gloating. That shut Jimmy up quickly as he murmured something about working really hard today. 

Nightly routines went on as usual, and (Y/N) sat on the couch to read. Before she could open her book, she glanced over at the coffee machine. Given that she hadn’t seen much of Curly in the past few days, it was likely he was still in the cockpit, looking over the steering of the ship. She got up, pressed a few buttons to dispense coffee and started making her way out of the lounge. He seemed like the kind of person to like his coffee black.

Opening the door to exit, she almost bumped into Jimmy and withered slightly under the intensity of his gaze.

“I was just looking for you,” he said, voice low and breathy. Something didn’t feel quite right to her about this. 

“Oh? What do you need me for?” She asked cautiously as he walked into the room, making her backpedal into the lounge. 

“I just wanna talk, that’s all. Can we do that?” He started reaching for her shoulder and she quickly stepped a bit further from his reach. A sinking feeling in her gut told her that talking to him wouldn’t end well. 

“A-Actually I’m on my way to take this cup of coffee to the captain. He should be expecting me any minute now. Maybe we can talk another time?” She diverted and lied. He grumbled and skulked past her, making his way over to the kitchen as she made her escape. Closing the door behind her and now heading to the cockpit, her heart beat against her ribcage and she felt a rush of relief. Talking to him was always so uncomfortable, but this was the first time that she felt like he was hunting her with his eyes. If she hadn’t lied about Curly expecting her, she didn’t want to think about what Jimmy wanted to talk to her about. 

In the cockpit, Curly sat, exhausted and a little frustrated. He had heard enough of his co-pilot’s complaints of having to stay shut in there all day and couldn’t blame him for his cabin fever induced by the cramped and overstimulating room, so he sent him to bed, not taking too much effort to assure him that he could take care of the steering for the night. A small knock on the door snapped him out of his fatigue only slightly, and he cautiously put on autopilot to get up and open the door. He opened the door to find (Y/N), the object of his thoughts when he needed some comfort from this hellish leg of their journey. 

“Hey,” she said shyly. “Figured you might still be up and over here. How are you?” He slowly moved his arms around her, engulfing her in a hug and letting out a tired sigh. 

“We’re in a bit of a rough patch of our journey, but we’ll make it through.” He looked down at the mug of coffee she held in her hands. “Is that for me?” He asked. She nodded, bringing the cup closer for him to take it. Tenderness filled his expression as he took the cup and moved his other hand to place his palm against her cheek. “Thank you. Can I…” He trailed off, hesitant as he darted his eyes to her lips, unsure of where things were where they left it a few days ago. She nodded, closing the gap herself, conveying as much care as she could through the kiss. Breaking away, she looked over at the multitude of screens. 

“So, what are we up to tonight?” she asked. 

Curly raised an eyebrow. “We?” 

“Uh, yeah. Seems like you decided to throw a slumber party in the cockpit and didn’t think to invite me, so I’m inviting myself,” she stated simply, moving towards the chairs. 

He looked at her in disbelief, amused by her antics. “Okay, very well then.” He sat down back in his seat before patting his lap. “Want to join me here?”

(Y/N) felt shy with this new level of intimacy with the man she had only gotten to know and catch feelings for within the past few weeks. She was a grown woman with independence to do whatever she liked back on Earth but it had been a while since her last romantic encounter, and this level of vulnerability was uncomfortable to her but not unwelcome.

Lowering herself down into the chair to sit on one of his thighs, her shoulders lay perpendicular to his, resting against his chest as he wrapped an arm around her waist and a hand on her thigh. Concerned, she broke the silence. “Are you sure you’re okay steering like this if I’m sitting on you?”

“Of course. Most of the steering is done by autopilot anyway. All I’m doing is making minor adjustments to the course every fifteen to twenty minutes or so.” His hand moved to her knee, rubbing his thumb against the material of her pants. 

She rested her head on his chest, trying to see if she could hear his heart beating when she yawned. “Oh, there it is.”

“Hmm?” he looked down at her, amused by how comfortable she had already gotten, and so quickly too. Space had a way of making people feel lonely in a way they never experienced before. After so many years of flying with Pony Express, Curly thought he had gotten used to it, but in that moment when the two of them sought comfort from each other, he realised how wrong his assumption was. With her, things were moving quickly, but in a place as lonely and isolating as space, he thanked his lucky stars for such an easy person to talk to, someone understanding of his ambitions and desires and wouldn’t fault him for them like his friends did. It made sense how fast these feelings approached and manifested into what they were now – her, curled up on his lap with her head on his chest, trying her best to force herself to stay awake with struggling success. 

“Curly?” She looked up at him. He smiled, hearing her drop the title and nodded for her to continue. “This feels like it’s moving so fast.”

“Us?” he questioned. 

“Yeah…” She trailed off, mentally kicking herself for not knowing what exactly she was trying to say.

Curly moved forward a bit to adjust the position of the ship with manual steering before leaning back in the chair and sucking in a breath. He watched as the ship coordinates blipped forward on the screen, moving frame by frame. “I’ve been doing this with Pony Express for nearly a decade now. Every time I leave, every time I return, I always have a routine I never break. I’ll have drinks with Jimmy and a few of our other friends to catch up on what we missed back home at the same dive bar we always go to. I’ll spend some time with my widowed aunt who lives alone and has no children, just to make sure her insurance is up to date and to keep her company as much as I can. The family-owned Chinese restaurant that’s only a few blocks away from where I live will be waiting for me so that the owner could complain that I got thinner returning from space and encourage me to stuff myself with char kway teow and collard greens while sitting with his younger son, telling him to study hard so he could someday become a captain like me and make a lot of money. I feel like I come back as the same Curly, year after year, and even though my routine stays the same, everything around me changes. Friends get married and have children, my aunt gets older, heck, that little boy from the Chinese restaurant just started high school, I think.” 

He stared at (Y/N) with what she read as sadness in his eyes. “There isn’t really such a thing as time out here. I lose track of it so easily. Whenever we return to Earth it feels like everything around me goes by so quickly and I feel like I’m always missing out, so I’m glad you’re here,” he said, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face before tucking them behind her ear. “I’m glad that you joined us so that we could get close so quickly. It makes me feel like I’m back on Earth, going the same pace as everybody else is. Every time we talk, every time I see you, I feel grounded. I feel normal.” 

He buried his fingers into her hair as he pulled her in for another kiss, trying to convey all of the want he had for her through the shared contact of their lips. Her hands were splayed across his chest, and she dragged them up to his shoulders, gripping the collar of his coveralls. 

Breaking away, his hands dropped back down to loop around her waist as he gave her a look that ached with so much longing. 

She broke his gaze trying to stifle a yawn, making him chuckle. Placing his hand on her head, he brought it down to lay on his chest. 

“Rest, hun. There’s no need to torture yourself to stay up with me.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“But you’re going to be up all night trying to make sure things are fine.” She frowned. 

“It’s okay. A pretty lady came by earlier to bring me a cup of coffee, see?” He raised the mug up to his lips to take a drink and she scoffed. 

(Y/N) kept her eyes open, not moving from her position on Curly’s lap, straining her eyes staring at the screens before her eyelids lost the battle of staying open.

ugh. Be still, my heart. I love a good monologue, if you couldn't already tell. I also cannot stop thinking about Curly's thighs. Thank you for all the support so far :D

[arrrion]

A face I remember

Senku Ishigami/Xeno H. Wingfield x gn reader (separated)

Synopsis: The Kingdom of science kidnapped Doctor Xeno and while trying to escape the Hell Hound, Stanley, they encounter two new figures, one they didn't imagine seeing there.

Before we start, I just want to let you know I'm not familiar with writing in English, there might be mistakes. Feel free to tell me or not.

Senku's part his probably much more longer than Xeno's but I think Xeno's is less platonic than Senku's.

Disclaimers: maybe a bit ooc?

→ The plan was to escape with Xeno. Now that they had him tied up, what was the next step? Ah yes, use Medusa as a bait. Senku knew that Stanley would be a hassle to deal with, but it wasn't the first time he found himself in such situation. He could do it. They would do it.

So the two scientists, quickly followed by Chrome, were doing their science things. And while they do that, stopping somewhere was a need they couldn't overlook. They needed rubber and mostly something to keep the boat going. Stanley would be quick to follow them behind, they had to be real fast.

However some girl decided differently.

Taiju was using his strength as usual when he saw the strange words in the sky. It happened to be the schemes of Chelsea. They gave her clothes and glasses as she had the same problem as little Suika.

Senku Ishigami

"I can totally see ! My whacked-oit vision is fixed !" She yeld as she jumped up like a little kid. "Yay ! Thanks a million !"

Chelsea was introduced to the group, she was getting lost on the excitment to see again that she forgot why she was mostly blind before.

"Oh my god they have to see this ! But where are my manners ! I need to make you guys meet them. They are so-" Chelsea got cut off when she understood that everyone was looking at her curiously.

"And can we know who you are talking about ? You are not alone ?" Senku was the one to break the awkward moment.

"Well I guess I'm not alone? They woke up before me. You should totally see how much they build when I was still in stone. Also they kind of helped me even though when I told them I would make those kites to find help, they didn't wanted to come." She continued to mumble on how you wouldn't make the kites with her, leading to her writing "H E L L" instead of "H E L P".

Genuinely curious, Senku really wanted to know who you might be (he just want more hands to work istg). But they hadn't enough time and he couldn't just leave every directions to Xeno while he go more in the forest.

So, while everyone continue to work, Kohaku will escort Chelsea to meet you in person.

"Ah you need to be careful Kohaku"

"Why that"

"Let's say they don't like feeling in danger, or they just love building all sorts of traps maybe?" Like Chelsea told the blond gorilla, the closest they got to your camp, the more traps Kohaku had to avoid while the geographer just knew where they all where, even more since she could see.

They finally stood in front of a big three that was really large.

"That's it? Where are they?" The blond was puzzled.

"They build their camp really high in that tree. " The little girl put her hands her mouth before taking a breath. "HEY NAME IT'S ME! I BRANG A FRIEND !" Silence responded her. But then different sounds of creaking wood and rustling leaves and next a big stomp startled them both as someone just jumped on the floor.

"Who is it" A voice that wanted to be intimidating stood behind Kohaku. She soon felt a hand on the back of her head. The stranger probably had an object in their other hand.

"Nooooo don't do thaaaaat! They are my friend I told you!"

"Yeah but that woman has the strength of a beast, I won't risk it" Your voice sounded like a girl the same age as the blond, she thinked.

"I'm here as the representative of our group. Chelsea wanted is to meet you."

"Where do you come from. You and that group." Kohaku looked at you, not understanding your words.

"They asked you where you where all from" Chelsea whispered. You blinked, recognizing the language.

"We come from Japan." You almost released her.

"You came here from Japan? Wait all of you?" You were clearly shocked. In the back of your mind, an image of your friends from there showed up but you quickly brushed it off. "And why are you here?"

"Ah they are escaping from someone if I remember. They just stopped to get wood." Chelsea wanted to respond, trying to ease you a little. "They are not bad guys Name." She said. "I mean Taiju is definitely a cool guy! Senku gave me those glasses ! Xeno look different. Hey I even got clothes look! And Ryusui is loud-" She kept talking about each one of them but you didn't heard the rest after the two first names. Those where the names of your two friends ! It couldn't be a coincidence right? You moved from behind the blond girl and she could get a visual at you. She wandered why Chelsea hadn't good clothes. Of course you wouldn't let her like this. Your were lacking in that. You weren't naked but if it weren't for that cloak that hide most of your body, Kohaku could tell you had not much to cover yourself. Why in earth would you build all those traps but not try to sew clothes?? She got cut of in her thoughts when you finally had enough to wait for the geographer to stop talking and you shut her mouth with your hand.

"Chelsea, my dear, said two names that interest me. You, blond girl, tell me, how would you describe those Taiju and Senku?"

"Describe? Well Taiju is really strong and yells a lot and Senku is a weirdo but with science we will restore humanity !" She smiled proudly at her statements, not even thinking one bit that she could lie. She was confident of it.

"Yea that sounds like them" You smiled. Those smile that were beyond happiness. She didn't know that she had just told you that your biggest dream was here. You had woken up here, on that stone world, alone. You were not in Japan when the petrification beam touch you so you knew you had little chance to see them back one day. You had already accepted that you would die without saying bye.

Kohaku watched your face contort with sadness, leaving your before happiness go away. You were just crushed by the reality. Your friends were there, in America. You just had to follow this girl and you would see them. You réalise that you were a coward for allowing you to lose hope. It's Senku we talk about? Of course he would've woke up and come this far ! You wiped your teary eyes and put both hands on Kohaku's shoulders.

"I will go take my stuff and you will conduct me to them." You waited for a nod, and, as flash, went back up on the tree, and went back as quickly. You three then proceeded to return where the group was, you deactivating the traps that were on your way. You did it with an ease that surprise the blond. In two to three movements from you, she could tell they weren't dangerous anymore. Kohaku felt a feeling of proud just thinking that someone like you would join the Kingdom of science soon.

The walk went to an end and soon you saw all the group occupied with their work. Seeing Chelsea and Kohaku return, Senku approched them, followed by Ryusui and Gen. Seeing him coming, you covered your head, waiting to surprise him a bit, getting a reaction out of him.

"You returned faster than I thought. Did it go well ?" He saw your figure behind but with your head covered he couldn't help the feeling that something big was happening.

"Yes ! They are amazing Senku, you should've seen all those traps they made back in the forest !" Kohaku was giving you too much credits you thinked. The scientist looked at you. The feeling grew bigger every seconds. He could feel his heart beat of anticipation.

"You didn't change much, Leek Hair" The said leek froze. He wouldn't forget that voice. His eyes locked with yours, even if your face stayed hidden. After seconds that felt like hours for everyone, you walked to him, showing your face to daylight, and you didn't hesitate to take him in your arms. He didn't push you, letting one of his hand move to your back.

"It's been a while, Mechanic Addict."

Xeno Wingfield

"You..." He started, recognizing the geographer. "You're Dr.Chelsea !"

"Xeno ! It's you !" She was also surprised. Xeno explained who she was to the group that captured him. As everyone was acknowledging the new figure, Xeno couldn't stop himself to wonder. If he remembered well, when Chelsea was invited at the gathering, you were with her. Chelsea was a genius geographer while you were a mechanic that had work for different big project, and at that time you were working with him at NASA. Chelsea is young so you had stick to her to avoid her trouble. He remembered seeing you petrified near her. Why didn't you come find him ? Where you still a stone ?

"Dr.Chelsea," She turned to him. ''Didn't Name woke up?" He needed to know.

"Ah ! They did-"

"They didn't see the sign I left ?"

"I don't think so? I told them we were going to south" Xeno noded. At least you were not in stone.

"Senku, if Name is indeed awake, I recommand you to take them with us, they would be really usefull." Of course he was right with his statement but he especially wanted you to convert you to his side.

"She should be back soon. She go in the forest everyday to check on the traps." As Chelsea said that, footsteps could be heard. They stopped. And they rushed. Xeno had little time to alert everyone that you already attacked whoever was to close to Chelsea. But you got stopped by Kohaku.

"Aaah don't attack them Name, they saved me!" Chelsea cried out to you. Seeing you relaxed, the blond released you. You got up on your two feets before talking.

"I only left you for a couple of hours and you find us big threats..." You sighed. Now that you didn't seem to want to attack anymore, the group explained to you their situation and you got kind of adopted by them? Now that all misunderstanding was removed, you looked like a big sister to them and the whole group of teen was glad to have you, even though your japanese was pretty bad.

Xeno actually stayed aside. He was contemplating you from afar. Only when you where left alone did he approached you.

"So you depetrified too, how elegant" You stiffened, immediately recognizing his voice. You eyes locked a couple of seconds before your hands touched his cheeks. He let you do so. You smiled, relieved.

"I missed you" He smiled too. Then, he pushed you to him, initiating a hug.

"I missed you too"

Well...

I hope you liked it?

It might feel rushed sometimes because it's been a while since I started writing this and I really wanted to finish it as soon as possible. I might write a part 2 because we don't get enough informations in this and I like what I imagined.

Also I don't think I will write it soon. I only write when I can and when I have motivation. I'll try if people like this.

See you some days !

[lieutenantbatshit]

CHAPTER 13 - once you go in, there's no turning back (hwang in ho x reader)

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“Noona?”

The voice sent a shiver down your spine, stopping you in your tracks. His voice was cautious and uncertain but heavy with unspoken questions. You turned sharply toward the door, your heart pounding as you did so. And there, standing in the doorway, your eyes widened in disbelief. 

Jun-ho stood there, his expression unreadable, though his sharp gaze flickered between you and the room behind you. His presence was both a comfort and a threat — he was someone familiar in this unfamiliar place, yet someone who could easily shatter everything you had been trying to hold together.

“Jun-ho…” you breathed out, struggling to keep your voice steady.

“His brows furrowed. “What are you doing here?”

For a brief moment, you considered telling him the truth. About everything, In-ho, the games, the reason you were here. But your self-preservation kicked in, forcing you to piece together a half-truth instead.

“I… I needed a place to think,” you let out a shaky breath. “A friend told me about this place when I was looking for in-ho.”

Jun-ho’s stare hardened. “A friend?” His voice was laced with skepticism. You couldn’t blame him.

You nodded, forcing yourself to look confused, as if this revelation meant nothing to you. “I wasn’t sure if it was his.”

Jun-ho stepped further into the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. His presence filled the space, tense and searching. His dark eyes darted over the room, scanning the familiar surroundings as if he were seeing a ghost. Then, he scoffed. “You really expect me to believe that?”

You held your breath.

“You’re correct, this is hyung’s apartment,” he continued, stepping past you, his fingers grazing over the furniture. “I came here once before he disappeared.” He stopped in front of a bookshelf, his hand ghosting over a framed photo. You knew what it was — a picture of In-ho before the games, before he was swallowed whole by the world he had tried to escape.

Jun-ho picked it up, staring at it for a long moment. His jaw clenched. “I searched everywhere for him,” his voice was quieter now, but the bitterness in it was impossible to miss. “For years, I thought something happened to him. That maybe he was dead. And then I find out he wasn’t just alive — he was running the damn thing.”

Your stomach twisted as he set the frame down with more force than necessary before turning to you. “And now, I find you here,” his gaze pierced through you. “That’s not a coincidence.”

Jun-ho exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I figured I should let you know,” his voice was rough, like he had been carrying these words for too long. “Maybe it’s because you actually seem like you care about him. Or maybe I just need to hear myself say it out loud.”

A brief silence hung between you, heavy and suffocating. Then he let out a humorless laugh. “He’s the front man, noona. My brother runs the games.”

You flinched at his words, even though you already knew the truth. You averted his gaze.

Jun-ho studied your reaction carefully, his eyes darkened with suspicion. “You don’t seem surprised.”

You felt your heart thrum harder. Your lips parted, but no words came. You only looked at him, seeing his gaze over you.

Jun-ho stepped closer. “Did you already know?”

You felt your defenses crumbling as your thoughts spiraled. It seemed your silence was enough of an answer as he let out a bitter chuckle.

“I used to think I could save him,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I chased a ghost. And when I finally found him… he shot me.”

Your heart clenched.

“I gave up on him,” Jun-ho said, his voice quieter now. “Because he already made his choice.”

“And what if he didn’t have a choice?”

Jun-ho’s gaze flickered with something unreadable after you said it, pausing for a moment before continuing. “Are you saying that you believe it… or because you don’t want to admit the truth?”

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. Jun-ho let out a slow breath, turning away from you and walking towards the shelves. He sifted through a stack of books, letters, and relics of a life that In-ho had left behind.

A life that no longer existed.

“Back then,” Jun-ho started, his voice becoming distant. “I thought my brother was the strongest person I knew. He always had a way of pulling himself out of the darkest situations,” his fingers traced over an old medal, the one In-ho had won in university. “But now? Now, I don’t even know if he’s still my brother.”

You felt the ache in your chest intensify. You couldn’t believe how harshly the world treated these brothers. Then, he finally turned back to you, his gaze softer, but the weight of his words heavier than ever.

“Noona, whatever reason you’re here, whatever you’re holding onto, please ask yourself this,” his voice was low, filled with something almost pleading. “Are you willing to live a lie until the day you die, or are you going to do what’s right?”

Your breath hitched as he spoke.

“Because if you know the truth, you only have two choices,” he continued. “Tell me everything you know about him, the frontman, and save the lives of many… or you can bury this forever.”

The weight of his words pressed down on you like a crushing force. 

Tell the truth. Betray In-ho. Expose everything.

Or stay silent. Go back. Live in the shadows.

Your throat felt dry, the room suffocating. You had fought for survival. You had fought for In-ho. But now, the real fight was beginning, and you had no idea which side you were on. 

Silence filled the apartment long after Jun-ho had left, not realizing he already did. But in your mind, his voice still echoed, lingering like a shadow that refused to fade.

The weight of his words settled deep into your chest, a pressure that made it hard to breathe. You sank onto the couch, staring at nothing yet seeing everything. The past, the present, and the uncertain future that stretched ahead of you.

If you exposed In-ho and the games, the world would finally know the truth — the horrors of the games, the lives lost, the twisted system that had turned desperation into entertainment. But what then? Would it truly end? Would it stop the games, or would the people in power simply replace him and erase his existence as if he never mattered?

Would it change anything at all?

And In-ho…

You pressed your fingertips to your temples, squeezing your eyes shut. It wasn’t just about what he had done, about the blood on his hands. It was about the moments in between — the quiet ones, the fragile ones, the ones where you saw glimpses of the man he used to be.

The man who had once laughed with you on the streets, who promised things he could never give. The man who, despite everything, had let you go when you asked for three days to think.

And then, there was Jun-ho.

Jun-ho, who had spent years searching for his brother only to find a monster in his place. Jun-ho, who had given up on saving him. The memory of In-ho’s bullet sinking into Jun-ho’s body made you feel sick.

Because what if he could do the same to you if you don’t come back?

How much of him was left? How much of the man you once knew still existed beneath the mask, beneath the weight of every decision he had made?

You had seen his hands tremble when he held you. You had seen the way he looked at you in the quiet moments when neither of you spoke — like he was afraid that if he did, the last piece of him that remained human would crack and shatter.

But wasn’t it already broken?

Jun-ho had been right about one thing. You could only do one of two things — expose In-ho and destroy what little remained of him, or stay silent and live with him, carrying this truth in your chest like a lead weight for the rest of your life.

You thought about the others. The ones still trapped in that nightmare, fighting for survival, fighting for a chance to crawl their way out of hell. If you did nothing, how many more would die?

And yet if you betrayed him, would it even matter?

You plopped yourself down to the bed, burying your face in your hands.

Minutes had already passed, maybe even hours. Time felt frozen, meaningless in the suffocating quiet of In-ho’s abandoned apartment.

Then, the black box with a pink bow caught your eye again.

The sight of it made your heart lurch, its place too deliberate and carefully placed. With slow, almost reluctant movements, you reached for it.

Your hands trembled as you untied the ribbon, the silk slipping between your fingers. You hesitated for a brief moment before lifting the lid. Inside, there was an envelope nestled within crisp white paper.

Your breath caught, realizing it wasn’t just any envelope. It had your name on it.

Written in sharp, deliberate strokes, the kind of handwriting you had seen on countless reports, on cold, official documents. But this was different. The way your name curved on the paper felt personal.

With an uneasy inhale, you pulled the letter free, unfolding it with care.

If you’re reading this, you’ve found your way back to me.

The first sentence made your stomach twist. It wasn’t a question, nor hopeful. Rather, it was a statement and certainty.

You asked me once why I did all this. Why I became the Front Man. The truth is, I stopped looking for a way out the moment I realized there was none. There is no justice in this world. Only power and those who wield it. I did what I had to survive.

But if I ever wished for something more, something outside of the choices I made… it would be you.

The words felt like they were cutting into your skin. Your eyes continued down the page, your breath shallow.

It was always you.

Your fingers clenched around the edges of the paper. You inhaled sharply, your pulse hammering in your ears.

You and I have always been the same. You understand survival better than anyone. You understand what it means to make impossible choices. And now, you have another one to make.

Your vision blurred for a second, the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

If you choose to walk away, I won’t stop you. But they will.

But if you stay, then come back. Come back, and I will show you the world beyond this. The world we can build together. I never lied to you about that.

I will give you everything. Not as the Front Man. Not as the overseer. Not as the man who ran the games. 

Just as me. Your In-ho.

Your hands trembled as you lowered the letter, your heartbeat erratic. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you were at a crossroads.

You had spent the last few hours caught between two paths — Jun-ho’s quiet plea for justice, the weight of every life lost pressing into your ribs… and In-ho, the man who had shattered your trust, yet still held something deep inside you that you couldn’t sever.

You could leave and take this letter, burn it, and let the world know what you knew.

Or…

You could step back into the abyss.

The weight of everything threatened to crush you. You ran your hands over your head, fingers digging into your scalp as you tried to steady your erratic breaths. Your chest tightened, your thoughts racing in an endless, suffocating loop.

Jun-ho.

In-ho.

The games.

Their lives, your life, the lives of everyone still trapped in that nightmare.

No matter which path you took, someone would suffer. If you told Jun-ho the truth, you’d be condemning In-ho to a fate he could never escape. You wouldn’t want to know what the system could do to those who strayed too far from their role. They would never let him go. And if they found out about Jun-ho? He wouldn’t make it out alive.

But if you stayed silent, if you kept this secret locked away in your chest, then you were no better than the masked men who orchestrated the deaths of hundreds. You would be turning your back on the people still trapped inside, on the innocent who would be lured into the next set of games.

A sickening weight settled deep in your gut, twisting like a knife. Then, you felt a shift, some kind of pressure. Right near your ear.

Your fingers brushed against something small, firm, and foreign beneath your skin. Your stomach lurched. You pressed against the area again slowly and cautiously, the dread pooling into your veins.

It wasn’t your imagination. It was there.

A cold realization slammed into you like a freight train. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, drowning out all other noise. Your stomach twisted violently, nausea rising in your throat.

You had to get it out.

Your feet moved before your mind could fully catch up. You rushed to the kitchen, yanking open drawers with shaking hands, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The metallic clatter of utensils filled the air as you rummaged frantically until your fingers wrapped around the cool, unforgiving metal of a small knife.

You gripped it tightly, your knuckles white. Your reflection in the window caught your eye — a pale, frantic ghost of yourself as your mouth slightly opened as if gasping for air. A woman on the verge of something irreversible.

You braced yourself against the counter. With one final, shuddering breath, you angled the blade behind your ear and pressed down. Pain seared through your skin, sharp, and unforgiving. Your vision blurred, but you clenched your teeth, forcing yourself to keep going. The blade bit deeper, warm blood trickling down your neck, staining the collar of your coat.

And then, a small metallic object dislodged and tumbled onto the counter with a soft clink. It was a tiny black chip, no bigger than a fingernail, glistened under the kitchen lights, coated in fresh crimson.

Your entire body went still, and then the realization hit.

He had never intended to let you go.

A choked sob bubbled up from your throat. The walls of the apartment seemed to close in, suffocating and oppressive. Your breaths came in sharp, erratic bursts. The betrayal burned through you like acid, scorching every last remnant of hope you had left. Your chest heaved as your fingers curled into fists at your sides, your rage exploding.

With a sharp, guttural cry, you seized the closest object — an empty glass left on the counter — and hurled it across the room. The shatter echoed like a gunshot, fragments scattering across the floor. Your hands trembled, your body convulsing with anger, fear, and betrayal.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You inhaled sharply, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth as you turned toward the door. You couldn’t stay. Not here. Not in this place that reeked of his lies.

You had to leave before they came looking. Before he came looking.

One last time, your gaze swept across the apartment. The relics of the man you once thought you knew. The life he had built on a foundation of secrets.

The letter he had left you still sat on the counter, taunting you. His words, his promises, his confessions — nothing more than ink on a paper. 

It didn’t matter anymore. None of it did.

You turned away, your footsteps slow at first, then faster, more determined. You reached the door, gripping the handle with bloodstained fingers. 

Without another glance back, you slipped into the night, disappearing into the shadows.

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The car ride was silent.

In-ho sat across from you, though he wanted to sit beside you if only you didn’t avoid him. His fingers loosely curled as if resisting the urge to reach for you. He stole glances at you in the dim light of the limousine, but you didn’t look at him. Not even once. Your gaze remained fixed outside the window, watching the city lights flicker past as if they held answers he could never give. It was all a familiar routine, one that should have been easy and controlled. But today, he felt restless.

It wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

He had granted your request and given you space for three days. Three days apart. Three days to return to Seoul, to clear your mind, to decide whether you could live with the truths you had uncovered.

He stole a glance at you, at the way your fingers toyed absently with the hem of your coat, at the way your jaw tensed as if holding back words you refused to say.

As the limousine slowed to a stop in front of your apartment, he turned to you fully, waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t.

You simply reached for the door handle.

“Three days,” he reminded you, his voice quieter than he intended.

You hesitated for only a fraction of a second before stepping out, but he caught you looking at his lips. But just when he was about to lean in, you exited the car. No goodbye. No glance back. 

The door shut, and that was it.

He watched as you disappeared into the building, his throat tightening with something he refused to name. Then, after a long pause, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, fingers pressing into his temples. He had done the right thing, hadn’t he? He had given you space and time.

And yet, as the car pulled away, he had never felt more like he was losing something he could never get back.

After a moment, he straightened, inhaled sharply, and signaled the drive. “Take me to my other residence.”

——

When In-ho arrived at his apartment, he didn’t immediately go inside. He stood outside the door for a long moment, staring at the numbers etched into the steel. it had been years since he had last bene here, before he had disappeared, before he had become someone else.

The apartment was dimly lit when he stepped inside, a place untouched for far too long. His footsteps were quiet against the floor as he walked through the space, past the memories he had locked away. The air carried the scent of dust and old books, the faintest trace of something familiar — something from a life that had once belonged to him before the games, before the mask.

On the table, he placed the black box with the pink ribbon. Inside was his letter, carefully folded and carefully written. He had thought of burning it a hundred times before, had debated whether you should even read the words he had poured onto the page. But in the end, he had sealed it away, hoping you would find it.

He lingered there for a moment, his fingers resting against the smooth surface of the box, before his gaze drifted toward the shelf near the window. And that was when the memory came back.

The daisies.

As a child, you had loved them. It was the same kind of flowers he’d given you when he wrapped your finger with a paper ring, imitating what you were both watching on the TV. He had never understood why the concept of marriage fascinated you so much—until he did. 

The memory played in his mind like a scene frozen in time, your small hands carefully pressing the petals between the pages of an old book, preserving them as if afraid the world would take them away from you. He had helped you once, collecting the finest daisies he could find, sneaking them into your hands like a secret only the two of you shared. 

That had been a lifetime ago.

He exhaled, pulling himself from the memory before it could tighten its grip any further. There was no use in lingering on the past, not when the present was slipping through his fingers.

Without another glance, he turned and left.

——

Hours had passed since In-ho returned, stepping into the apartment with something unfamiliar clawing at his chest. Something hopeful, perhaps. A foolish, desperate hope that maybe you had come back. That maybe he would find you here waiting. Conflicted, but still within reach.

Instead, the sight that greeted him made his blood run cold.

The counter was stained with small droplets of blood, but enough to send a wave of dread through him. And next to it, lying in plain sight, was the microchip.

His stomach dropped, realizing that you had found it.

His hands curled into fists as he stepped forward slowly and carefully. As if the weight of realization might shatter him completely. His gaze drifted to the black box that was still there, but slightly moved. The ribbon had been undone, the letter taken.

You had read it, but you were gone. 

His pulse pounded in his ears as he turned, eyes scanning the room as if you might still be hiding in the shadows. But there was nothing. Only silence, the remnants of your presence, fade by the second.

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair.

Damn it.

You had left. You had run. And this time, you hadn’t looked back. You weren’t just slipping away — you had vanished completely, disappearing into the shadows before he could stop you.

A flicker of something dark settled in his chest — something sharp, something dangerous. He wasn’t going to let this end like this.

He had let you go once.

He wouldn’t do it again.

Jaw clenched, eyes burning with determination, In-ho reached for his coat, slipping it on with practiced ease. Then, without hesitation, he stepped out into the night, his mind set on one thing and one thing only.

And no matter how far you ran, no matter how well you thought you could disappear, he would find you.

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

could you please write a one-shot, where fem!reader get‘s really horny watching Hannibal work and tries to distract him?(with smut?)

Have fun in Uni/high school

Hannibal X Reader: Motivation

Warnings: smut, handjob, teasing, talks of crime scenes, Hannibal being a bit subish, domish reader, no use of y/n

Word count: 1K

He has no right looking this good. 

It's completely unfair. 

You're standing near his desk watching him pour over pictures of crime scenes. Perhaps the sight should make you feel uneasy. You weren’t used to seeing so much gore, your profession didn’t require it. But instead of feeling repulsed you found yourself growing wetter at the sight of Hannibal. You know how he can get when he’s working and you always enjoyed toying with him when he was focused. He’d never admit it but he enjoyed it quite a bit too. You move over to him, wrapping your arms around his body as you rest your head on his back.

“Hello my love.”

You simply hum against him, nuzzling your head into his back. Hannibal's arms flex as he turns the page of his book, his eyes skimming over the contents. He can feel your hands moving against his stomach. You were a very touchy person so he didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until he realized that you were slowly inching your hands closer to his groin that he became aware of your extensions.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

You tried to sound as innocent as possible but your teasing tone didn’t go missed by Hannibal. He smirked a bit, knowing where this was going but not wanting to give you the satisfaction. Your hand reached his dick, fingers moving to trace over it. Hannibal's breath hitched a bit at the action, his shoulders growing a bit tense. 

“You okay baby?”

“I’m fine. Trying to figure out the killer's motive.”

“I see. Want to talk me through it?”

Ah, so this was how you were going to play it today. He pushed away the desire to shake his head at your antics. 

“I’m sure you’ll find it boring.”

“Nothing you say sounds boring to me. Not with that sexy accent of yours.”

You smiled against Hannibal's shirt, noticing the small laugh that escaped his mouth at your words. You could feel his beginning to grow hard against your palm. Hannibal let out a breath, surely beginning to feel the effects you had on his body. Your finger skimmed against his waistband, your hand moving to tug his shirt from beneath his pants.

“So who do you think you're dealing with?”

“A fanatic of some sort.”

You splayed your palm against his bare stomach, fingers toying with the hairs there. 

“Why do you say that?”

You moved to unbutton his pants, hand grazing over his half hard member. Hannibal closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to breath through his nose.

“Focus Hannibal. Tell me why he’s a fanatic.”

“The way he placed the bodies.”

You hum against him, your lips moving to kiss his neck as you inched your fingers beneath his boxers. You felt Hannibal take a short breath in as your hand made contact with his dick. 

“What about it?”

“He places them- ah um- in the positions of famous paintings.”

“I see. Is there a pattern?”

You take Hannibal's dick out from its confines, your hand wrapping around it. You feel the weight of his dick against your hand for a moment before you begin to stroke it. Hannibal places his hands on the desk, steading himself.

“Taking a closer look are you?”

The amusement in your voice is clear. Hannibal won’t succumb to you. Not yet.

“The paintings are of traitors. People who-shit- betrayed someone throughout history.”

“So maybe he isn’t a fanatic. Maybe he just feels betrayed.”

A barely contained groan makes its way from Hannibal's lips as you circle your finger against the head of his dick. If you keep caressing him the way you are, he won't last long. But he knows you won't help him reach his peak unless he keeps speaking to you. So he bites his lip, forcing himself to concentrate on the matter at hand. 

“I believe it has to be both. The only way he-”

“What makes you think its a he?”

“The victims.”

“What about them?”

“They are all women. Older women with motherly qualities.”

“So you think the killer is a boy who feels betrayed by his mother?”

“Possibly.”

“Would you like to cum?”

Hannibal's mind short circuits at your words.

“What?”

“I only ask because I can feel you twitching.”

You’d never done this before. Most of the time you tease him until he can’t take it anymore. Then, and only then, would you let him coat your hands with his cum.

“Don’t you want to hear more?”

“It seems you’ve already figured it out haven’t you?”

You move your lips so they are next to Hannibal's ear.

“Plus. I enjoy seeing you come undone on my hand.”

Hannibal grunts as you licked at his earlobe, your hand never stopping its movement.”

“So what’s the answer?”

“I want to cum. Please make me cum.”

“Of course baby. Just take a step back first. Don’t want you contaminating any of the evidence.”

Hannibal took a step back, his body moving in unison with yours. Once you are far away enough for your liking you speed up your movements. Hannibal moaned as you worked to bring him pleasure. He had  been holding on for so long that with a couple of strokes you managed to make him reach his peak. He grunted as his seed began to seep into your hand. Hannibal body twitches against yours as his orgasm washes over him. You help him through it until you feel his dick become soft against your palm. You release him, moving your hand to your lips. You lick the cum of your hand, cleaning yourself up. 

Hannibal turns around to face you for the first time since you’ve touched him. You give  him a big smile. He leans his head down, pulling you into a bruising kiss. After a while you pull away, gasping for air. He rests his forehead against yours, hands wrapping around your body.

“Thanks for the help darling.”

“Any time.”

[cookiesama7]

Just Listen to Me (Min Ho x reader)

Summary: Min Ho has been giving you the silent treatment, and you have no idea why. No calls, no texts, no stolen glances in the hallways—just cold, distant silence. When you finally break down, unable to take it anymore, the truth comes out. And it turns out, none of this was your fault.

Word count: 795

Masterlist

Min Ho Masterlist

It had been a week.

A week of silence.

A week of Min Ho walking past me like I didn't exist. A week of him ignoring my texts, pretending not to hear me when I spoke, acting like I wasn't the person he used to kiss goodnight.

I tried to act normal. To pretend it didn't hurt.

But it did. It killed me.

I didn't know what I had done. That was the worst part. I replayed every conversation, every moment we had spent together, searching for the mistake I didn't even know I had made.

But I came up with nothing.

And now, sitting alone on the rooftop, I finally let the tears fall.

I pulled my knees to my chest, my fingers gripping my sweater sleeves as I tried to breathe through the pain. The city lights blurred through my tears, and a choked sob escaped before I could stop it.

Why? Why was he doing this? Why did it feel like I had lost him without even knowing why?

"(Y/N)?"

The voice I had been longing to hear.

I stiffened, quickly wiping at my face. "Go away, Min Ho."

He didn't listen.

Of course, he didn't.

Instead, he stepped closer, his voice sharp but hesitant. "Are you seriously crying right now?"

I scoffed, still refusing to look at him. "Wow. You finally noticed me."

He exhaled, and I heard the frustration in his voice. "(Y/N), don't start—"

"Don't start?" I snapped, finally lifting my head. My vision was still blurry with tears, but I didn't care. "Are you serious right now? You've been ignoring me for a week, Min Ho! A whole week! And I have no idea why!"

He clenched his jaw. "Maybe you should think harder."

My heart cracked. "I have been thinking. I've been thinking every second of every day, trying to figure out what I did to make you hate me." My voice broke at the last part.

Min Ho flinched.

His expression flickered—just for a second. Like he wasn't as sure about his anger as he wanted to be.

I wiped my face angrily. "If you're just going to stand there and act like I'm the villain, then—"

"She told me you cheated."

The words knocked the breath out of me.

I stared at him. "What?"

"Stella," he muttered, his voice laced with something bitter. "She said she saw you with someone else. That you were just playing me."

My stomach dropped.

"Stella said—" I cut myself off, my blood running cold. "And you believed her?"

Min Ho tensed. "I didn't want to—"

"Oh my God." I let out a hollow laugh, shaking my head. "You believed her over me."

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "(Y/N), she sounded convincing, and I—"

I took a shaky breath, my eyes burning, "I would never do that to you."

He stared at me.

"I love you," I whispered, voice cracking. "And you threw me away because of a stupid lie?"

Min Ho's face fell completely. "(Y/N)..."

"I needed you, Min Ho," I whispered. "I needed you, and you weren't there."

Silence.

For the first time, Min Ho looked at me like he was actually seeing me. And his expression shifted—from anger to realization. To regret.

Then, suddenly, he closed the space between us.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in so tightly that I almost lost my breath.

I tensed at first, my heart pounding. But then I sank into him, my hands gripping the fabric of his sweater like he might disappear.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into my hair. "God, I'm so sorry."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Why did you believe her?"

His hold tightened. "Because I was stupid. And scared."

I let out a shaky breath. "You hurt me."

He nodded against me. "I know. And i'll spend forever making it up to you."

We stayed like that for a while—just holding each other, breathing in the warmth we had been missing.

Finally, he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine. "I love you, (Y/N)."

I searched his eyes, looking for any hesitation. But there was none. Just pure, raw honesty.

Despite everything, I still loved him.

And I always would.

"Promise me you'll never do that again," I whispered.

He cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "I promise."

I let out a breath, finally letting myself relax against him. "Then I forgive you."

His whole body sagged with relief, and he pulled me back into his arms, holding me close.

"Let's go inside," he murmured. "I'm not letting you of of my sight for the rest of the night."

I smiled softly against his chest. "That sounds like a plan."

[lcvver]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

chapter two !

| 𝓘n a secluded garden, Minji seeks refuge from the burdens of her aristocratic life. There, she encounters a free-spirited girl tending to roses, sparking a connection that challenges Minji's understanding of duty and freedom.

princess!k.minji x fem!reader

a/n: This is my first post here (idk if i like this). Sorry for any mistakes, as english isn’t my first language. Maybe i’ll do more chapters of this

word count: 1577

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The sweet scent of the flowers mingled with the smell of freshly cut grass, and Minji walked slowly along the gravel paths of the garden, trying to escape the weight of the castle. The conversations that still echoed in the halls of the mansion seemed distant now, as if time had dissolved among the tall trees and bushes, creating a fresh, green labyrinth. There was something deep and serene about that place, something she always sought when she wanted to find some peace amidst the endless events and expectations that everyone around her insisted on imposing.

Her attention was diverted by a soft, almost imperceptible movement near the wrought-iron bench where bunches of wisteria fell in purple spirals, touching the ground. There, a figure was crouched, with hands dirty with earth, delicately manipulating the roots of a small rose bush, as if she had a special intimacy with that space. The silhouette was feminine, but the looser posture, less rigid than that of someone in Minji's position, caught her attention.

She watched for a few seconds, more fascinated by the grace with which the girl handled the plant than by her appearance. The figure didn't seem to notice Minji's presence, and in the silence of the garden, she allowed herself to stay there, watching. When the other girl finally stood up, stretching her arms above her head, the late afternoon light played in her hair. Her face wasn't unfamiliar, but Minji didn't recognize her for that reason. She wasn't from her society; she wasn't a figure that was easily found in the halls of her house.

Then you looked at Minji, as if you finally felt her there, and she noticed something that made her hold her breath. There was no shyness in your gaze, but something that bordered on a freedom that Minji had never been able to understand, a freedom that she felt was unattainable for her, the daughter of a lineage of respect and unbreakable duties.

An almost imperceptible smile touched your lips, but it was not a smile of social politeness. It was more like a smile of someone who recognizes an affinity that exists beyond words, beyond the invisible borders that delimited their lives.

Minji should have said something, taken the first step towards a banal conversation, as expected. But instead, she stood still, as if she were faced with an opportunity that she did not know if she should or could accept.

The air felt charged with a silent connection, a thread woven between you in that secluded corner of the garden. Minji’s heart raced; the vibrant colors of the flowers around her seemed to pale in comparison to the warmth radiating from you standing before her. She wondered who this stranger was, this girl who moved with such confidence and ease, as if the world around her was a canvas waiting to be painted.

“What are you doing?” Minji finally managed to ask, her voice breaking the silence like a whisper in a cathedral.

You turned fully to face her, and in that moment, the distance between your lives seemed vast and insignificant. “Just planting a little patch of beauty,” you replied, your voice light and inviting. “These roses will bloom soon, but they need tending to thrive.”

Minji felt a pang of envy at your simplicity, the way you spoke of life and growth without the burden of obligation. “I wish I could do that,” she admitted, her own words surprising her. “I mean, plant something and watch it grow without worrying about the consequences.”

Your eyes sparkled, a mix of mischief and understanding. “Why not? What’s stopping you?”

Minji hesitated, the echoes of her upbringing flooding her mind—expectations, duties, the unyielding path set before her. “I have responsibilities,” she said, almost apologetically. “Things I need to maintain.”

“Responsibilities can be a cage,” you mused, stepping closer, your hands brushing against the leaves. “But they can also be a choice. You decide how to live within them.”

Minji’s chest tightened. The garden, once a refuge, now felt like a stage for a conversation she’d never dared to have. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not,” you admitted, your tone softening. “But it’s worth the struggle. Finding freedom in small moments—like this.” You gestured around them, to the flowers swaying gently in the breeze, the sun casting dappled shadows across the ground.

You were silent for another second, each lost in thought. “What’s your name?” she finally asked, her curiosity piqued.

You responded, giving her your name, a hint of warmth in your gaze. “And you?”

“Minji,” she said, the name feeling heavier than usual, laden with the expectations that came with it.

“Nice to meet you, Minji. Come, help me with this rosebush. You may find it more rewarding than you think.”

Minji hesitated, staring at the castle looming in the distance, the weight of her lineage pressing against her. But looking into your encouraging eyes, she felt a flicker of something—a spark of possibility.

Stepping forward, she knelt beside you, the cool earth between her fingers feeling firm and real. “What do I do?”

“Just follow my lead,” you said, your smile lighting up the fading afternoon light. “And remember, it’s okay to let go a little.”

As you both worked side by side, Minji felt the edges of her world begin to blur. With each handful of soil they turned, she felt the beginnings of a new understanding, a whisper of freedom blossoming in her heart. Maybe this garden held more than just flowers; maybe it held a chance for her to redefine her own path, one rooted in her choices, not just her obligations.

With each rosebush they tended, Minji felt a sense of liberation unfurling within her. The rich aroma of the earth mixed with the sweet fragrance of the blossoms enveloped her, creating a cocoon of warmth and possibility. She watched as you demonstrated how to prune the thorns, your hands moving with a practiced grace, as if each cut was a small act of rebellion against the confines of expectation.

“Why roses?” Minji asked, trying to keep the conversation light while her heart raced with the thrill of this newfound connection.

“They’re resilient,” you replied, glancing at her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “They can withstand harsh conditions, but they bloom beautifully when cared for. It’s a reminder that beauty often emerges from struggle.”

Minji pondered your words. They resonated deeply, echoing the conflicts within her own life. “I’ve always been told that beauty and duty go hand in hand,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “That to be beautiful is to be perfect, polished, and proper.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “True beauty comes from authenticity, not perfection. When you embrace your flaws and choices, that’s when you truly shine.”

Minji felt a warmth spread through her, a mixture of admiration and yearning. “How do you know all this?” she asked, genuinely curious.

You paused, considering your response. “I’ve had to find my way through a lot of expectations too. Just in a different garden, so to speak. It’s a journey, and I’m still learning.”

In that admission, Minji saw a reflection of her own struggles, a shared understanding that transcended their different worlds. “What would you do if you could choose your own path?” she asked, her heart pounding at the vulnerability of her question.

You smiled, a glimmer of mischief in your eyes. “I’d travel, explore the world, plant gardens wherever I go, and meet people who inspire me. I’d find beauty in every corner of life.”

A wistful sigh escaped Minji’s lips. “I’ve always wanted to see beyond these walls, to experience life outside the castle. But it feels like a distant dream.”

“Then make it less distant,” you encouraged, your voice a gentle nudge. “Start with small steps. You don’t have to uproot everything at once. Just find a way to incorporate a little of that dream into your reality.”

Minji considered this, her mind racing with possibilities. “And what if I fail?”

You turned to face her, your gaze steady and reassuring. “Failure is just a part of growth. Every rose has thorns, remember? It’s okay to stumble as long as you keep planting.”

Inspired by your words, Minji felt a spark ignite within her. “Maybe I can start by coming here more often,” she said, a smile creeping onto her face. “To help you with the garden.”

“I’d love that,” you replied, your smile brightening the fading light. “We can create something beautiful together.”

As the last light of day faded, casting a gentle glow around you, Minji glanced at the castle in the distance, its imposing presence now feeling less like a prison and more like a choice. She could navigate her life on her terms, one small decision at a time.

“Thank you,” she said softly, looking at you with gratitude. “For showing me that it’s okay to want more.”

You met her gaze with warmth and understanding. “And thank you for being brave enough to take this step. That’s the first of many.”

As the stars twinkled overhead, Minji felt a sense of hope take root within her, as vibrant and tenacious as the roses they had planted. In that garden, she was no longer just a daughter of duty; she was a gardener of her own destiny, ready to cultivate the life she truly desired.

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