#I’m sorry I’m very desperate and I sound lame

[f0xgl0v3]

Uhhhh I’m doing something that is very important to me but this is my call for help- a moment of desperation if you will because there are so low stakes to what I’m doing but it’s so high stakes in my mind-

These are some concept sketch for a TMA Oc named Elliot Allan (I don’t know if there are any notable characters with the last name Allan so whatever-) she is a ecologist and dabbles in articulating (taxidermy but it’s just the bones- it’s super cool-) on the side. From what I’ve gathered so far she also comes from a rich family (Elliot is a nepo baby) and won’t shut up about it. I want to make her an avatar and before I go ahead and draw more and refine her character design more I want to consider what fear she might be the avatar for- if anyone has suggestions please I’d love to hear it before I cave and make her either Lonely

[deardjarin]

needs and wants

dom!gn!reader x sub!roman roy

rating: explicit

words: 1.3k

warnings: degradation, slight praise kink, hand jobs (m receiving), poor communication, iffy feelings about sex

a/n: im only about halfway through season 2 so my roman might be a little ooc, just ignore that lol. finished up episode 5 and said I CAN FIX HIM and wrote this.

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Roman looks wrecked at the end of the night.

He’s sweat out his gel, leaving his hair sticking out in different directions. His suit jacket has been discarded, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up.

There’s no denying it; you definitely have the hots for him.

Roman whistles as the apartment door shuts behind you with a soft click. He throws his wallet and keys on the granite countertop while you fumble taking your shoes off.

“Can we have sex?”

You stop, looking up from where you stand. Roman’s eyes are wide, brows raised in question.

“Wow, that’s very romantic,” You snort, striding forward to your partner. You let Roman take you into his arms, kissing down your neck and swaying you to the side. You kiss him, gentle at first, but he seems eager, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you closer. You make out for a while, until your legs are numb from standing.

“Actually,” Roman says between kisses. “What if we just…touched each other instead. Something lame that teenagers do.”

You smooth Roman’s hair back out of his eyes.

“That’s what you want, baby?” You mutter, tracing the line of his jaw with your finger.

“I think I was pretty clear—“

Roman yelps as you grab his wrist, pulling him towards the expensive leather couch. He scrambles to turn off the table lamp, plunging the living room into darkness. You sit down with a huff, spreading your legs and patting the space between them. Roman is all too eager to sit down, back towards you.

“That’s it, just lean back, Rome.”

Roman’s breath hitches slightly as he leans back against your chest, his body still tense with apprehension. You take some time to run your fingers over the exposed skin of his forearm. Your lips hover over the crease of his neck, not yet touching, but lightly ghosting over the skin there.

“Poor Roman Roy,” You begin, voice barely a whisper. “You have everything, yet no one knows how to take care of you. No one knows how to give you what you want.”

Roman whines your name, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“Can you just—I don’t know, get on with it already?” He grumbles, trying to be his demanding, asshole self. Quickly, you reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, yanking the gelled strands harshly.

“I’m sorry, you don’t get to make demands anymore,” You hiss in his ear, pausing for a moment. “Brat.”

Roman’s mouth drops open in a soundless moan, his trembling hands scrambling at your thighs. You finally let your lips connect with his neck, biting and nipping at the skin there.

“If you want something, you’ll have to ask. Nicely,” You tug on his hair again for emphasis. You can tell Roman is trying to make up his mind, deciding between keeping up his facade or falling victim to your demands.

“I want you to touch me,” He finally says without an edge to his request.

“Mm,” You hum, moving one hand down to caress the clothed inner part of his thigh. You feel the muscle flex under your hand. “I need you to be more specific, Roman. Where do you want me to touch you?”

You wait as Roman swallows nervously, bouncing his leg up and down and up and down.

“My cock,” He whispers, his voice wavering with… embarrassment? “I want you to touch my cock. Please.”

In the darkness of the room, you smile devilishly before turning Roman’s face towards yours. You kiss him gently, reveling in the soft press of his lips against yours. He leans into your touch, desperate for more. Before you give him too much satisfaction, you pull away; your spit slick lips brush the shell of his ear.

“Good boy.”

You’re surprised Roman doesn’t explode in your arms right then and there; he makes a sound that’s a mix between a moan and a whimper. You release his hair, reaching around his torso to begin unbuckling his belt. His hips jolt when you accidentally brush against his raging hard-on.

“Unbutton your shirt for me, baby,” You order, not bothering to pull his belt from the loops of his jeans. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Y-yes, yeah, fuck,” Roman stammers, and for a second you expect some sort of honorific to fall out of his mouth. Hell, you should make him, but you don’t want to push it. You unbutton Roman’s slacks as he does the same with his dress shirt; you squeeze the thick length of his cock through his thin boxers. He moans loudly—unabashedly—and grabs your forearm.

“Pathetic,” You growl, taking the band of his boxers and tucking it under his balls. You hold out your hand expectantly. “Spit.”

“What?” Roman retorts, frozen against your touch.

“You heard me. Spit.”

His breaths are heavy as he purses his lips and spits in your hand. You hum in appreciation before wrapping your slick hand around his cock. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, already wet with precum.

“Rome,” You breathe, unable to contain the moan escaping from your throat. Roman thrusts up into your hand, whimpering your name. You stroke upwards, tightening your fist around the head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Roman moans, and you feel him throb in your hand. ���S’good.”

“I’m sure. For someone so needy, anything probably feels good,” You mutter as you continue jerking him off. You kiss his jaw, his stubble scraping your cheek.

“Fuck off,” Roman curses, yelping when you bite at his neck.

“I told you to be good,” You snap, removing your hand from his length completely. A string of curses spill from his lips as he grips your thighs.

“Look, I’m sorry, I am,” He insists, craning his neck so he can give you a messy kiss. Not one to deny your own satisfaction, you kiss him back. Roman pulls apart a few times to continue apologizing. “I’ll be good, I promise, just—I want to cum.”

Finally, you’ve gotten him to drop his bullshit persona.

“Roman Roy, using his words,” You coo, grasping his cock again, beginning to pump him at a faster pace. Roman moans loudly, digging his heels into the hardwood floor. All you can hear are the slick sounds of your hand on him and his moans. You use your free hand to grasp at his chest, pinching one of his nipples. You alternate between slow, tight strokes and squeezing the base of his cock. You take your thumb and tease the angry red head, pressing into his slit.

“Shit,” Roman hisses, squirming in your grasp. “Oh fuck, babe, I’m gonna cum. P-Please let me cum, m’not gonna last—“

“Cum for me, Roman, make a mess,” You demand, and Roman’s cock twitches one, twice, before spurting thick ropes of cum over your hand and across his chest. You continue pumping him through his orgasm until he mumbles something about being too sensitive. You kiss his cheek gently, letting him tuck his softening cock back into his pants. The two of you sit in silence for a while, listening to the muffled sounds of the city through the window. You’re about to make a comment, or move Roman so you can wash your hands, but you’re stopped when you hear the man sniffle.

“Woah, hey,” You say softly, using your clean hand to tilt Roman’s face towards yours. It’s hard to see, but the moonlight illuminates the tears streaked across his face. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a fucking pussy,” Roman snorts.

You don’t laugh, just shake your head sadly.

“Come on, Rome. I—“ You pause, fumbling over your words. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“Last time I checked most men don’t cry like a fuckin’ baby the second they get some.”

You punch Roman in the shoulder lightly, huffing out a chuckle.

“I don’t care about most men. I like you, dumbass,” You say, brushing shoulders with the man.

“Never thought you stoop so low to sappiness,” Roman quips, his usual joking tone returning to his voice. “I have to piss.”

You tut lightly, watching him stumble off to the bathroom. Your heart pinches. You lean over and flick on the light.

[yo1gi]

summary: you meet isagi at a coffee shop because of a strawberry parfait

warnings: isagi is rather popular in this scenario, flirty isagi at the end? not proofread

strawberry sunday

you were bored out of your mind while trying to finish some of your homework before school tomorrow at a coffee shop nearby your house.

you had been procrastinating about doing homework during the weekends which ended in everything pilling together. you hoped that the change in location will lighten the glum mood of doing homework. (it didn’t)

you were desperately trying to forget that you had even more worksheets and question papers stacked in front of you ; right beside them was a cup of peach ice tea that arrived not too long ago and it was the only thing keeping you going at the moment.

you mentally groaned, wishing you can just relax now with no worries about your lame homework. you were literally daydreaming at this point - mind so caught up in your own world.

“oh, didn’t expect to see you here!" a bright voice that sounded a bit too familiar disturbed your train of thought.

you glanced at the source of the sound, only to see the one and only isagi - your school’s sweetheart.

puzzled was all you felt during that time. you weren’t exactly the closest to him but you had a fair share of greetings with each other, he was the nice popular boy in school after all. plus, he played football which made him gain lots of fangirls as well, though you also couldn’t quite deny that he was an attractive boy.

“hi?” was all you could say to the blue-eyed boy. you were extremely confused. were both of you friends? could you guys even be labelled as friends with the minimal interaction you guys have?

“mind if i sit here?”

you gaped at him in silence, never in your life expecting his question. you could kinda tell he was oblivious to the awkward conversation he had just continued when he was still grinning joyfully, flexing you with his signature cute boy smile. ngl it charmed you

“uh, sure.”

you were of course, reluctant but you didn’t have the heart to reject the smiley boy in front of you.

“i rarely see you around, what brings you here today?”

you were glad that he was the one that strike the conversation because you obviously weren’t going to.

“just wanted a change in location, what about you?”

“i heard from a couple of friends that the strawberry parfait here was good, so i came to see what’s the hype all about!”

you chuckled lightly, slightly surprised about the sudden enthusiasm from isagi.

“sorry, i got overexcited! i just really like strawberry desserts.” he quickly shared as his hands scratched the nape of his neck.

you didn’t know the isagi yoichi had such an awkward side to him. he was usually a lot more carefree and outgoing in school. you were weirdly attracted to his cute demeanour.

“it’s okay, i like them too.” you continued as you tried to reassure the embarrassed boy which to your attempt, did. his big blue eyes brightened after hearing what you said. you can’t help but stare into them; they were very pretty.

“really? we could share the parfait, i don’t mind!”

your eyes slightly widened as you were caught off guard by his straight forward question. it’s not everyday that you have a cute boy sharing his beloved strawberry parfait with you.

“oh no, you should enjoy it, you really wanted to try it, didn’t you?”

“i did but i don’t mind sharing because it’s you.” he said nonchalantly.

you froze. you had to do a double take on what he said. it was quite a lot to take in for your racing heart.

as you were about to ask him about it, you were unfortunately cut off by a voice.

“hi, here’s your strawberry parfait, please enjoy!”

at this point, you weren’t even listening, your mind was still stuck at that moment.

there was an inner turmoil present in your mind. would it be weird if i ask him about it now? you thought hard for an answer.

your answer: whatever, i’ll just ask him. i’m way too curious to stop now.

“hey isagi..” you escape your train of thoughts, only to see him staring at you - the parfait untouched.

“hm?”

you were taken aback with his stare that you have completely forgotten your purpose of calling him and it ended with you all over the place.

“why is it suddenly so hot in here?” you chuckled nervously while your hands reached for your ice tea, avoiding eye contact with the boy in front of you at the same time.

“is it? i think it’s fine though,” you’re not even sure if he did it on purpose or is just awfully oblivious, “have some dessert to cool you down!”

he scooped up a good amount of it on the spoon and moved it towards my mouth. he isn’t going to feed me, is he?

he certainly is.

you froze pt 2. you definitely didn’t expect this from him.

“come onn, my hands getting tired.” he complained with a small pout on his lips. how is he so cute?!

you reluctantly ate it from the spoon, though you were extremely flustered at the sweet gesture. you were about to explode.

“how was it?” he asked sweetly before feeding himself the long awaited goodness.

the gears in your brain were turning. wait. hold on.

it was the same spoon.

your cheeks flushed red at the thought of the indirect kiss you just had. you were slowly starting to believe that he’s doing this on purpose.

“it’s really good!” isagi exclaimed, “i really like it, do you like it?

you mustered up all the energy you had left with a small yes.

“it’s really sweet though..”

“yeah, kind of.”

“like you.”

that was all your weak heart could take. let’s just say you got scolded by your teacher for unfinished homework because your brain was too busy with having that certain scenario playing on repeat.

[calmthefuckdownalright]

I learned that swans can die from a broken heart. I have idea for a fiction with this information. What about a revivedbur x swan hybrid!reader fic where he comes back to her, expecting to pick up where the relationship left off, only to find her dead. Like she died of a broken heart because she got attached to ghostbur. I also have an idea for a line you could implement "A heart guarded for so long is so very delicate."

Title: The Swan Song

Tw: Death, grief

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It was beautiful, what Ghostbur had cultivated with you. Every brush of your lame wings against icy skin was heaven and every stolen kiss a fragment of the love that blossomed from the dead and living.

"I'll be right back, it's just a small favor. Tommy promises it'll be fine.” Ghostbur swore and pressed his head to yours with a smile. 

“Please be careful ‘Bur.” You muttered and pulled him close. The black that masked over your eyes shone in the setting sun and soon the party would set out to kill Dream. The man who had taken everything from your loved one and condemned him to a hellish afterlife.

“Always my love.” Ghostbur said cheerfully and tucked a cornflower behind your ear as a parting gift. A promise to return to your arms.

| Afterwards |

“Y/N?” Tommy’s voice was sullen and water dripped from his hair, no doubt from swimming in the lagoon that surrounded the awful prison.

“Tommy?” You looked up at his sorrowful eyes. They were red from tears that still ran down his cheeks. It worried you and the downy feathers that clung to your flightless wings drooped.

“I-I’m sorry.” Tommy broke down and avoided your eyes.

“Why?” You asked and your brow furrowed. “Why, Tommy?! Where’s Ghostbur?” 

Silence followed your question.

“Where is he Tommy?!” You shouted and a bleating sound of a sheep answered you from outside. 

“Dream...he killed him.” Tommy sobbed and pulled Friend close. Even the sheep looked pitiful with it’s wool soaked and eyes saddened without it’s owner to pet and hug him.

“He’s dead, Y/N. I’m so sorry. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” Tommy cried and your heart broke. Physically in your chest something shattered open and your breath caught in your throat as tears sprang up.

Darkness closed in quickly and nothing came to stop you from sobbing and screaming of your lost love. Someone you’d lost twice now. It was too much. Wilbur wasn’t coming back...

| Later On |

The sunrise was glorious. It painted everything as beautifully as he remembered and now it was just a matter of time before he saw you. He ran every step to your house. Ever leap of his feet drew him closer to the love of his life, his death, and now his resurrection.

He would never be alone again. It was time he kept you at his side. Long after it even.

“Y/N! I’m back!” He burst through your door with overjoyed excitement to only be met with darkness. No candles lit your bookshelves and the smell of dust had already accumulated in your home.

“Y/N?”  Wilbur called out and found a decaying cornflower laying in the middle of your entry way. It was surrounded by the downy feathers he had always loved and as he picked up each one, along with the flower, something pricked in his chest. A worrisome emotion.

So he ran again. He searched and searched and searched again until he found the bravest man he knew, and the only one he thought that might know where you had ran off to.

“Wil, mate...” Phil’s eyes clouded with sorrow and Wilbur’s heart dropped. He clutched the feathers desperately in hope that was sure to plummet.

“She died...” His father finally spoke out and Wilbur’s world crashed down. “She loved you so much Wil, but a heart guarded for so long is so very delicate.”

Philza lowered his son into a chair and took the limp cornflower from his loosened grip. 

“She couldn’t take losing you a second time with Ghostbur.” Phil said slowly and crouched before him. The dark broken wings on his back stretched towards his son and Wilbur fell into his father’s chest with heaving breaths and sobbing eyes.

“I loved her, Phil. I never got to tell her I was back. She could’ve been fine, if I’d just been faster.” Wilbur sobbed and Phil wrapped dark feathers around him.

“It’s not your fault Wil,” Philza promised and shushed his son gently. “There was nothing you could’ve done. She’s gone, and I’m so sorry.”

Legend paints the story that Wilbur cried for two days straight in his father’s arms and dedicated his life to eradicating Dream’s plans and his life was pulled apart little by little. Stories say that the once mighty general, turned ghost, turned man alive again, mourned the loss of his love long after her death.

He traveled all of The Greater Dream SMP with feathers tucked behind his ears and made into a necklace with a single blue petal preserved against his chest. He fought alongside his brother and protected his home. He played music and amended his wrong doings all in her memory. Wilbur inhabited the former house of Y/N L/N and even tended to the sheep that formerly belonged to his spirited form. 

Wilbur mourned and loved. He left for Utah with those feathers and necklace of down and a single petal. Legend says he will be buried in them and rejoice only when he is reunited in the afterlife with his love where he will protect her heart from ever breaking again.

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[justatiredghost]

No Freedom from Knowing ch2

ao3

The general mistrust of magic as well as dangerous people in his past kept Jonathan Sims isolated, hidden away where he hoped he might finally be safe. Until he met someone who might be worth shattering that peace for.

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When John heard the door to the bedroom creak open late in the evening, he froze where he was sitting at his desk. Was this it? Was Martin finally going to show his hand? Maybe he was just planning on sneaking out when he thought he was alone. It would be idiotic to leave now that night had fallen, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing he’d seen someone attempt. 

There wasn’t time for him to hide, all he could do was stay still and hope not to be noticed. The sun had set at some point while he’d been deep in concentration, so he hadn’t lit any additional lanterns, he’d just been squinting in the dim light, but at least that would be to his benefit now. If Martin planned to search his home or rob him, maybe he could use it to sneak away, maybe go hang out with the chickens while he got on with things. 

In the very likely chance he was spotted, he left his cane where it leaned against his desk. Yes, he would need it to walk, but he didn’t want to make himself look like a threat. He’d rather have to just hobble around and suffer the consequences of that. 

He was frozen in place as he listened to the slow plodding footsteps coming down the hall, each second causing him to come up with more and more wild ways this could go catastrophically wrong. And then Martin stepped into view carrying the tray of dishes. 

John just stared at him, his brain not quite comprehending what he was seeing. Meanwhile, Martin made his way over to the sink on the opposite side of the room, careful not to rattle anything too loudly. John didn’t have indoor plumbing, but he had left a basin of clean water out, and it seemed Martin knew his way around well enough that, to John’s absolute bafflement, Martin began to wash the dishes. 

“W-what are you doing?” John found himself asking before he could stop himself. He cringed, wishing he’d just stayed silent and let whatever this was play out. 

“Oh, John!” Martin said, and he didn’t look like he was upset at being found out, like he was intending to sneak around. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there. I just thought I’d wash my dishes is all, I hope that’s okay.”

”I said I would retrieve them later,” John said lamely. 

“I know, I know, I should be resting,” Martin said, smiling at him over his shoulder. “But I guess I’m not great at sitting around doing nothing. And I wanted to help.”

“Oh. Fine. Um. Thank you,” he added grudgingly. 

And then, with a smile, Martin went back to scrubbing a plate. John supposed that meant he should do the same and return to his own work. He turned back to the manuscript before him, but he could hardly concentrate knowing someone else was there, so close. 

Even after the dishes were cleaned, Martin continued to busy himself in the kitchen. John bit his lip, wondering if he should find a way to excuse himself, to go hide away somewhere else until he was done, but stubbornness left him rooted to the spot. It wouldn’t be the first time his stubbornness got him into trouble. 

He tried not to visibly tense when he heard Martin’s footsteps approach. Thankfully, he was already plenty tense so it probably wasn’t noticeable. He stayed still, waiting to see what Martin would do. He almost fell out of his chair when he placed a steaming cup of tea at his elbow. 

“You looked like you could use it,” Martin said with a much too radiant smile. 

“That wasn’t necessary,” John snapped out of reflex and quickly tried to amend with, “but thank you.”

He still sounded huffier than intended, but it didn’t seem to matter because Martin was somehow managing to look even more pleased. John coughed and tried desperately not to be endeared. Again. 

“What are you working on?” Martin asked. 

“Over the years, I have acquired some rare texts,” John explained, glancing at Martin over the top of his glasses. “I’m translating them both to preserve them as well as see if they contain anything useful to me.”

“Oh, like,” Martin wiggled his fingers. John just stared at him with his mouth hanging open. “You know, magic stuff?”

“Oh, I got that, I’m just horrified that that’s what’s supposed to represent magic,” John said, and he was certainly not endeared by that either. 

“Right,” Martin said, turning a little pink. 

“But to answer your question, yes, for—“ and here he too wiggled his fingers with a roll of his eyes. “Magic stuff.”

Martin grinned at him and he couldn’t help but smile back, although he quickly schooled his expression and returned to the papers before him, scolding himself for enjoying winning that smile from him. 

“How are you feeling?” John asked, business like as he tried to return to more familiar territory. 

“Oh, I wanted to ask about that actually. I am feeling surprisingly okay, these stitches should definitely hurt more.”

“I have gotten good at crafting tonics for pain,” John replied. Given his physical state, he thought that would be obvious. 

“Oh! Is that magic too?” Martin asked with interest. 

“No, chemistry, mostly,” John pointed back towards the kitchen where he had plenty of beakers and bottles lined up neatly. “I find I have a lot of time on my hands these days to pick up new hobbies.”

“That’s really impressive,” Martin said, and he sounded genuine. 

“Oh,” John said as realization dawned on him. “I never offered you any books. The ones in the bedroom are a tad dry even for me, but the library is just through there if you would like to peruse.”

“Wow, thank you,” Martin said, looking excited as he headed for the door and John tried to smother a smile. 

John was rather proud of his library. The room was small, but the shelves went all the way up to the ceiling and were carefully organized. He had a broad range of subjects, he really wasn’t picky, he just loved the written word, knowledge. Even fiction contained plenty to learn within their pages. He had all of the dangerous tomes locked away, so it was safe to explore, and he felt a bit of pride at Martin’s impressed, “oh,” when he entered. 

He couldn’t help but remember the first time he himself had seen a proper library and his own awe that had swept over him. It had of course been much larger than his own, but as fond as he was of the memory, it was somewhat tainted now. It had been Elias’ collection, and there was a sinister undertone to it now that he knew his true intentions. Still, it wasn’t the fault of the books who they belonged to and he tried not to focus on that. 

He didn’t want to make Martin feel like he couldn’t peruse freely, so he remained at his desk, leaving him alone with the books. He wanted to remain on high alert, to see what Martin would do once he was done, but somehow he felt at ease. 

Maybe it was the memory of the library, or just knowing Martin appreciated his. Whatever the cause, he found himself slipping back into his work. He was too absorbed to notice when Martin returned to the bedroom, and he felt a pang of disappointment, not being able to see which he had chosen. 

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He didn’t even need to knock on Martin’s door when he finished cooking breakfast. He’d apparently followed the smell and was entering the main room just as John placed the last egg on a plate. 

“Ah, you’re up, good,” he said, handing it to him. 

“Good morning to you too,” Martin said with an amused smile.

John wasn’t exactly used to pleasantries. Being reminded threw him off for a moment, but upon deciding they were still fairly useless, he raised an eyebrow and simply gestured behind him. “Sit wherever you like.”

He’d left out some clothing for Martin to wear, considering his own were a bit bloody. There was no way John’s would fit him, but he’d found others, probably belonging to Gertrude or just salvaged from crates or luggage lost to the forest, and hoped they would do. Martin had chosen a soft-looking yellow jumper and he couldn’t help but think how much it suited him. 

“So, what do you have planned for today?” Martin asked as John joined him at the table, sitting across from him. 

“Cleaning out the chicken coop,” John said, confused at the line of questioning, but he had no reason to hide it. 

“Can I help?” Martin asked eagerly. 

“I don’t need help,” John said, because he didn’t, he did this task by himself all the time, he was perfectly capable. But then, Martin looked so devastated he stopped in confusion, unsure what he’d said wrong. “Why?” 

“You’ve already done so much for me,” Martin said, suddenly very intent on his fork. “I just wanted to return the favor, if I can.”

Ah. That was something John could understand. The fear of being indebted to someone, especially someone who might use it against you. The useless feeling of not being strong enough, or good enough, in another’s eyes. Even just wanting to help someone simply because he could, which was why Martin was here in the first place. If he felt any of those things, and John could alleviate it, he would. So few people had done it for him in the past, he didn’t like the idea of being the cause for anyone else. 

“Fine,” John said with a nod. “I suppose an extra pair of hands would be convenient. But nothing strenuous. You should still be resting.” 

The way Martin lit up shouldn’t have made John feel as warm or flustered as it did. He could feel his face burning, and he focused on his food, hoping Martin wouldn’t notice. 

-

Having Martin around was— nice. It was true that John could technically do all of his chores on his own, but having someone else around to keep him company, to help, was just— pleasant. And he actually seemed interested when John went on long tangents on whatever new hobby or bit of interesting information he was studying. 

Even before he got mixed up in all the magic bullshit, John would be hard pressed to remember someone who was as patient, who didn’t seem to just tolerate him and his annoying habits.  

It was late afternoon when they finished everything he’d planned to do that day. It wasn’t exactly a cold day outside, but he still ached and wanted to spend some time in front of the fire before he had to make dinner. It didn’t take long for Martin to settle onto the couch beside him, offering him another mug of tea. 

“You better make a habit of this,” John joked as he took a sip. “Not sure I can go back to drinking my own.”

“You like it, then?” Martin asked, looking incredibly pleased. 

“Of course, it’s very good, Martin,” he said, because he looked so hopeful, and John didn’t like the idea that he could ever doubt himself. 

They were silent for a moment, but John thought of it as a pleasant silence. He wasn’t used to having someone beside him, just sitting with him because they could. He would have thought this would feel unpleasant, with how used to the solitude he’d become, but it wasn’t. Martin was still a stranger, but he was already growing to like his presence. 

“It’s so beautiful here,” Martin asked conversationally, and John felt his heart drop, the peaceful moment shattering. “Did you make all of it yourself?”

“Fishing for information, I see,” John said, more accusation and bitterness in his voice than intended. “Is this your plan, then? Act chummy until you can get the information you need out of me?”

“What? Woah, no, that is not what I’m doing at all. I don’t even know what I’d be fishing for,” Martin said quickly, and to his credit he really did look surprised. He could have just been surprised that John had guessed, though. How stupid did he think he was? “I just— want to know more about you. If there are things you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”

“Hmm,” was John’s only reply, looking at him suspiciously. 

“I feel like I’ve missed something,” Martin said. “Can we go back? I can talk about myself if you’d prefer. There just isn’t much to tell.”

“Let’s start with why you’re still here.”

“I thought that was fairly obvious,” Martin said with a laugh. It seemed a bit forced, thanks to the direction the conversation has taken, and John did feel a bit guilty for that. “I don’t exactly want to bleed out on my way back home. Or get killed by whatever attacked me. If you’re trying to not so subtly tell me to leave—“

“No, no,” John raised a hand, but let it fall uselessly, unsure what he’d even been planning to do. “I apologize. I would also rather you not die on your way back.”

“Oh,” Martin said and John wasn’t really equipped to interpret his expression. He looked almost touched, like no one had ever told him they didn’t want him to die before, but that seemed a bit extreme.

”This isn’t exactly the typical reaction I receive from strangers,” John said. ”Usually they can’t get away from me fast enough.”

“I didn’t grow up around here, so maybe that’s why? I mean, sometimes you hear about someone many times removed who had a run in with a monster or a wizard or mage or whatever. Actually, do you have a preference?”

“I couldn’t care less,” John replied. “My— well, I knew someone who used ’warlock,’ but he was a pretentious ass, so I’d rather not take his word for it.”

“Well, regardless,” Martin continued. “It was a bit removed from me, I never encountered anything first or even second hand. Until the woods, of course. But you don’t feel anything like that.”

“I should hope not,” John snorted. 

“I don‘t think I’ve ever been as scared as I was in that moment, and you saved me,” Martin continued. “So I trust you.”

”You’re really not afraid of me?“ It felt like he was pushing too hard for an answer that would just upset him, but he did it anyway. Anything to make the world make sense.

“Should I be?“ 

“I-I don’t know,” John said. “Most people are.” 

”Well, I’m not,” Martin said, with such finality that he had to believe it. 

“I— oh.” He didn’t know what to think of that. It went against everything he knew, but he believed him. He really did. 

”So, would you like me to go first?

“Fine.”

“Dad left when I was still young,” Martin began, as he gazed into the fire. “And then mum got sick, so I spent most of my time doing odd jobs, even as a kid. I’m not originally from here, I got offered a job under a blacksmith about four—five years ago and I couldn’t afford to turn it down. Mum passed a few years ago, though, so I guess it’s just me now.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” John said, and was he really saying that to someone who was more than likely lying? Always too trusting, he would never learn. Just because he was bad at lying, didn’t mean everyone else was too. “Why were you out in the forest after dark?”

“I messed up, was running late to deliver a shipment. If I didn’t bring it in time, I’m pretty sure I was going to get fired this time. Stupid, really. I’ve probably lost the job anyway, and I almost died in the process.”

“It’s not your fault,” John said, bringing his knees up to his chest and staring down into the fire. “These things are drawn to loss and fear. They feed off it. They’re insidious, probably would have found a way to get at you regardless.”

“Well that’s comforting,” Martin said with a laugh that was too false, hiding the fear beneath. “How do you know so much about them?”

“Really?” John asked, eyebrow raised, glancing over at him. 

“What? Did I ask something wrong again?”

“I know the rumors say I am the one responsible for the monsters, but sorry to break it to you, I’ve only been here 6 years.”

“I didn’t actually know that,” Martin said. ”From what I hear, they’ve been here for generations. Seems silly to blame you.”

“It’s fine. I likely inherited some of my predecessor’s reputation. From what I hear, she liked to play up the witch angle a bit, thought it was funny. I doubt many people notice when one reclusive outcast gets replaced with another. But she wasn’t the source of the monsters either. I believe she was here because they provided something of a deterrent, keeping curious eyes away. When she was killed, this place provided a convenient place for me to lay low after— well, just, after.”

“She was killed?” Martin asked, horrified. “That’s awful!”

“Pretty sure you’re one of the only people still living who would think that,” John muttered. “I imagine if the town knew, they’d have celebrated.”

He felt guilty being so blunt, considering how sad Martin looked at that. It was still the truth, though. They liked to blame people like him for all of their problems. 

“You said she was your predecessor,” Martin said. “How did you meet her?”

“I didn’t,” John said. “But I suppose she saved my life, in a way. She was the one who set this all up. I would have ended up just like her if I hadn’t found her notes.” 

“I’m glad,” Martin said, and he looked so sincere that John had to turn back to the fire, overwhelmed by the sight. 

“Don’t be too glad,” John said, his frustration evident. “She was much better at this than me. I’ve been looking into the monsters for years and haven’t made any headway. She probably would have had it sorted by now if she wanted.”

“Wait, you’re looking into the monsters?”

“I’m hardly going to let them run rampant. All I have are useless theories, though, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“I honestly think I feel better knowing you’re looking into it,” Martin said with a smile. 

“Like I said, don’t get your hopes up.”

He’d said too much. He’d said so much, and while he couldn’t think of a way it could be used against him without knowing about Gertrude and Elias by name, the uneasiness was still there, making him feel sick to his stomach. It felt like he was waiting for something to go wrong. 

“Oh, I wanted to ask,” Martin began, and John couldn’t help but tense, waiting for what he would say next. “I grabbed a couple books, but I honestly don't know where to begin, your library is amazing and I got a bit overwhelmed. Can I get some recommendations?”

John was aware that it was much too easy to shift his mood. He’d been staring into the fire gloomily one moment, and now he was talking animatedly about his collection. It was definitely a flaw that could easily be used against him, had been in fact, but honestly, right now he didn’t mind it. He could use the distraction. And Martin listened, engaged, and shared his own opinions back. It was— nice. Even if he did prefer poetry, a genre John found to be a bit reductive at times. 

[arihi]

Abuse >:) I won't even toggle anon

(CW: Abusive dynamics and abuse (per the prompt) - skip if that's not your thing!)

“Again.”

I flinched instinctively, my stomach dropping when I heard laughter instead of the tell-tale snap of a riding crop and the associated pain. I felt nothing but deadened, faded welts, the chill of the floor against my knees, and a queasiness in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh darling,” Trina cooed. “What’s the matter?”

“N-Nothing,” I stammered lamely. I pulled my wrists against the restraints, the chains clacking against the pipes and the sounds echoing throughout the basement.

“Why it almost seemed…” She ran her fingers gently down the raised welts across my chest. “…like you didn’t like me.”

“That’s not true!” I blurted out. “I love you, Trina, I do, I just-” I hated disappointing her. “…Can we maybe move out of the basement at least? It’s cold and I like your bed better,” I pleaded in a desperate attempt to have boundaries. And yet, that wasn’t what I really wanted. My skin burned, my muscles ached at the position I had been holding for what felt like hours, and I was ready to stop. I never even wanted to start it, at least not tonight.

But starting here could be the first step.

“Baby, you know I can’t do that.” Trina looked concerned. “Last time, well…you know you’re a screamer, right?” She played at shyness, though I knew she had delighted in my screams at the time. “Last time we were playing, the neighbors heard, and that was a whole thing…and you’ve only just barely made up for it.” Her eyes looked like they were shimmering with tears.

The queasiness again. I looked back down. “…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She pet my hair soothingly. “That’s why we’re down here.”

“I—” I swallowed a lump in my throat. Asserting boundaries. No is a complete sentence. My comfort is a priority. “I don’t want to…'play' anymore. Can we be done? A-at least tonight?” Hesitation had crept through into my voice in the last sentence, but that was the most I had said as a challenge to her in what felt like ages, and a part of me was proud.

“You what?” Trina frowned.

I grimaced from the wave of nausea that slammed into my battered body. Alarm bells went off in my brain, as if I’d made a horrible mistake, as if I’d just committed such a grievous wrong that the very core of my being shuddered in disgust.

“I just mean, I mean we’ve been doing this for a while, and aren’t you tired? We could both take a break!” I desperately recanted, anything to get rid of that feeling.

She stood there, frowning at me, my physical discomfort growing exponentially, my body attempting to curl inwards in agony, if only my arms hadn’t been tied to the pipes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I started mumbling, tears wetting my cheeks. “I won’t do it again.” Shame and humiliation and a rush of chemical pleasure flooded my veins, my body sinking into a sigh of relief, the pleasurable throbbing of my body. Fuck.

“That’s a good girl.” Her face broke out into a wide smile. “I’m so glad you understand. You know, I hate being mad at you. And it’s not right for a relationship to just be one-sided. Fighting is healthy for relationships. I want you to be able to challenge me on things, and then when you’re done and we both come to a solution, I want it to feel good for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes,” I whimpered, my toes curled and fists balled up trying to bear the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.

“Aw baby, it’s okay!” Her sickly-sweet voice dug its claws into me, comforted the inner turmoil in my mind. “Just relax, okay? I know you’re so good at doing that for me. Doesn’t it feel better to just, drop it? To relax?”

“Yeeesss…” It came from the back of my throat in one long sigh, like I was relieving my stress and losing a part of myself with every deep breath. It came from the back of my throat like all the other times I’d said yes to her, like all the times I agreed, all the times I relented…

“What’s this?” She swatted at my crotch with the crop lightly, the fabric of my underwear sticking to my skin. “Are you getting turned on by this?” She spat out with a sneer.

…Like all the times I came.

My ears burned. “I—”

“Sweetie, sweetie.” Trina’s voice softened again. “It’s okay, to like the things that you like. No one can judge you here, okay?” She hugged me gently as I leaned my tired body against her legs.

“But, out there…those neighbors,” she whispered, saddened. “Who knows what they’d tell people if they knew what you did? What you were into? What got you so fucking wet?” She ripped the thin, flimsy fabric from me, the coolness of the air on my slick skin a stark contrast to how feverish my head felt. “It’d be bad, right?” I nodded against her absentmindedly.

“Then we can’t tell anyone, right?” She knelt and met me at eye-level, face to face. “We can never tell anyone about your deepest desires? Your shames?”

“No…” I sighed, a part of my soul fading away with my breath.

“It’s better not to tell anyone about what goes on in this household really, people can be so nosy.” She rolled her eyes with a grin.

“Yes…” My body felt heavier than it’d ever been, my eyes threatening to close.

“Good.” For a brief second her eyes softened, a genuine, small smile on her face. Those were the fleeting moments I lived for. I knew she was a good person who just played at being harsh. Because I was asking for it. Because I deserved it. Because she loved me. Right?

Her eyes lit up in rapturous glee. “Well, without further ado.” She jammed the discarded panties into my mouth, her fingers uncomfortably prying my jaw open as I choked on the fabric being stuffed into the back of my throat.

“Remember, no screaming.”

---

(a short story for sleepingirl, a wicked pervert)

[destielfanfic]

from the inbox, #10

I love to see new asks about post season 15 destiel fics but my answers are mostly the same, unfortunately. The usual disclaimer applies - our blog transitioned to archive in January 2018, during season 13, and our new fic recs drastically decreased.

Hello, could you recommend any plot-driven fics set post-15x20 that are a bit longer and also explore the relationship between Dean and Castiel? I'm mostly looking for something that is canon compliant (Dean dies and goes to heaven in 15x20)

I’ve answered similar asks on our previous from the inbox posts, so definitely check out those. But for the sake of convenience, here are some links - post 15x20 rec lists Happiness isn’t in the Having and Good things Do Happen . These are mostly short fics, but you can always check out the authors and see if they have longer fics. 

This is random, but do you know any fics where Dean starts dating cas because he feels bad? Something like dean dates castiel as a pity date? I've really been wanting to read something like that :p 

This is very random indeed! Especially if that is meant in a post 15x20 setting. I must admit I’m drawing a blank here. 

hi! not sure if this is the right place to ask this (if it’s not im rly sorry!) but can u rec me some destiel fics where like . dean thought they were dating all along and cas didn’t? sorry if it didn’t make a lot of sense! thanks  

And this is an opposite of the previous ask!

OK, guys, since there is huge interest in post finale destiel fics, I’m opening floor for follower recs/ self recs on this post. Please add in reblogs or notes destiel fics that fit these criteria: 

A - longer, plot driven post 15x20 fics that explore Dean and Cas relationship

B - fics where Dean takes Cas on a pity date after Cas confessed his love in 15x18; canon verse fics are preferred but if you have some AUs, feel free to add

C - fics where Dan thought they were dating while Cas had no idea

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We have some fic suggestions from our followers！

A - canon verse fics dealing with 15x20

The Blood Curse by Labgeek2002 [M, 32,700 word count]

Castiel has been rescued from the Empty, but the spell used to retrieve him tears a hole in the dimensional wall that acts as barrier protecting Earth from the pull of everlasting darkness. As the Empty feeds off of Castiel's grace to sustain itself, driving him closer to death with every passing minute, Dean becomes desperate to save him. The only way to repair the damage is for Dean, Sam, and Cas to travel back in time to obtain a witch's stone that's in the possession of John Winchester, circa 2002. A twenty-three year old Dean Winchester will serve as their guide as they navigate the tumultuous father-son relationship that transcends time itself before the Empty draws its final curtain.

Beyond This Illusion by tiaevans87 [NC-17, 161,400 word count]

“Are you serious, Dean? Your djinn-dream started with you dying?” Sam asks incredulously from the passenger seat on the way back to the bunker. “Well, technically it started with us going on a hunt,” Dean points out. He licks his lips, jaw clenching. “I mean, there was Heaven, too, and that was pretty cool.” Sam stares at him. “Unbelievable,” he breathes, scrunching his face up in distaste. When Dean glares at him, he holds his hands up defensively and chuckles weakly. “Sorry, man, but that just sounds pretty lame.” He leans back and folds his arms. “It just…I dunno. Kinda sounds like something Chuck would cook up. Just you and me. No one else. I mean, really?” He scoffs, slumping. *~*~* In which some people come back, Cas learns to be human (the right way, this time), Dean Winchester finally realizes that good things do happen, and they all get their version of the post-credits, apple-pie life they deserved. AKA: Screw Chuck's narrative.

B - Dean takes Cas on a pity date

On Labor by a_good_soldier [NC-17, 24,600 word count]

Cas is back from the Empty, and Dean knows how to be grateful.

because he wears cowboy boots by mmtion [NC-17, 65,300 word count]

When Cas comes back from the Empty, Dean has to rethink everything about their relationship, and Dean’s new, post-Chuck duty. He wants Cas to be happy and get what he wants. So, if he wants Dean, then he has him. Dean’s new responsibility is to be the best boyfriend Cas will ever want or need. If that means moving out of the bunker, and not driving the Impala, and letting Cas fuck him, then that’s what he has to do. It’s an easy deal. It should be an easy life. So how come Dean still can’t quite make sense of it?

[firecrackerhh]

People who like hazbin hotel but are all like “DNI problematic people” like bitch the whole point of Viv’s shit is that it’s gonna be kinda problematic that is the POINT if you don’t like problematic shit then I don’t know what the fuck you are doing here I can’t stand any of you.

Like you don’t like problematic shit and yet you think Viv’s shows are fine??? Like whatever I guess I just can’t understand the obvious cognitive dissonance these fucking Neanderthals have like what the fuck?

Like sure you can acknowledge the show has problematic elements (I think that’s kinda the fucking point actually) and like it in spite of that fact but saying you don’t want to be around “problematic people” whatsoever while you’re in a fandom of a problematic fucking show (tho frankly I think it’s only problematic to you if you have the emotional intelligence of a fucking baby) I think that’s kinda fucking hypocritical actually and your morals are bullshit.

Of course problematic people are gonna be here, whatever you think when I say the word “problematic” that kind of person exists here and I frankly think it’s antithetical to the core of Hazbin Hotel’s very premise if you’re like “Eeeewww these people are groooosss or baaaaaad they shouldn’t beeee heeeereee!!!” Unless we’re talking like actual illegal shit (and no proshipping by itself doesn’t fucking count) then there’s a discussion to be had but otherwise you all sound like dramatic crybabies undeserving of even being in an adult fandom to fucking begin with.

Like hey if you want to curate your own space or whatever that’s fine and I get why you don’t want certain people or minors talking to you but I’m sorry it’s a special kind of hypocrisy if you like a problematic show but the idea of having “problematic” people talk to you makes your skin crawl or whatever.

Some of you sound no better than antis to me. Pathetic.

Ngl my dudes that kinda bullshit is so hypocritical to me it’s not even worthy of any respect, it’s like when people like my posts calling antis retarded and then they ask me to not call them retarded. You liked my post, so it obviously doesn’t bother you that bad, quit your fucking bullshit you fake-ass Motherfucker. Now that’s what I call virtue signaling bullshit.

If you’re gonna have morals you could at least be fucking consistent! At least TRY.

Half of this fandom is full of sensitive whiny babies I stg what the fuck are any of you doing here? So fucking desperate to make yourselves look better than you actually are, so desperate to make yourself look like a good person when in reality you’re just as full of shit as anyone else.

Hypocrisy may be a part of the human condition but goddamn I’m at my limit.

If you are in any way the kind of person I’ve described here I don’t fucking respect you, you lying sacks of shit, you people are insufferable.

At least I’m honest about the fact I’m a bitch upfront. I don’t know if I qualify as a “good” person to anyone but if there’s one virtue I admire it’s honesty, and I’m that to a fault.

I dunno, maybe my tism just makes me overthink this shit but I just get real sick of the DNI:freaks bullshit in a fandom FULL of freaks (affectionate)

Freaks DO interact y’all are way more interesting than some lame ass anti any day of the week.

🧨🔥~Firecracker out~🔥🧨

[cillixn]

Was watching little miss sunshine for the millionth time and honestly I get so teary Eyed every time I watch it. Don't get me wrong I'm still down bad for Dwyane and feel for him cuz of his dream being shattered but whenever I watch the movie all I can think of is how I used to be just like Olive. I was a ballerina who was technically "thin" yet happened to have a baby bump belly until I was 11. Who never looked good in the wacky outfits I chose and even with an mom who had her own spa and still takes care of my face to this day I was never as pretty as the other girls in my Classes. Not in ballette, or gymnastics, or school. Even when I'm considered the extravagant makeup friend who always is dolled up and has a very diffirent aesthetic every day I never truly feel pretty.

It just hurts cuz I know what it's like to desperately want to continue believing I can be a beauty queen(king) when in reality I'm not pretty.

Wow that was super ranty and stupid, sorry for that!! Probably gonna regret even typing this😅 hope your having the most lovley day<33

-💌

i missed you, my sweet 💌 anon! 💕

firstly, you don’t have to apologize for leaving long messages! i don’t mind one bit! secondly, as someone who has always, and continues to struggle with confidence, i know all too well how you feel. i’ve spent too much of my life both fighting with and avoiding my own reflection.

now i’m just some shmuck on the internet, and obv i don’t know you or what you look like but dude it really doesn’t matter, because, and this is gonna sound so lame but it’s the truth, you’re probably every bit as beautiful on the outside as you seem on the inside.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

And Now Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Program.

[Zetsubou HQ - Meanwhile] 

Right...That should be everything.

Are you sure that this is the most optimal solution? Why not just ask her instead of forcing your way in?

That’s not guaranteed to work. Plus, if I go for such a roundabout option, I doubt Shirogane will be willing to trust me for anything else around here.

You seem very desperate to gain Shirogane’s trust. Why?

Well, what can I say? Everyone else around here is in deep with her. As the newcomer, I’ve got some big shoes to fill.

Would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about this though.

Do you want me to hold your hand?

No, why-

Why would I want you to hold my hand? I’m not a child!

No...But you ARE an emotionally damaged human being with chronic depression, which can cause you to break down over immense pressure; plus this operation is riding on your skills, and you fear disappointment more than-

STOP! Stop! Stooop...!

I get it, alright? Get off my case!

Sounds like you two are having fun.

*Tsumugi suddenly walks in with a group of Zetsubou goons behind her.

Shirogane! What brings you here?

I’m here because I’m excited to see what you’ve come up with. After all, a lot is riding on this.

You’ve come to be a witness?

Not just a witness. I brought these soldiers in case an altercation happens.

Funny. I brought Gyalusetsu for a similar reason. 

Now Uchui, I just want to remind you, GENTLY I will add, that if this doesn’t work, I won’t be able to uphold my end of the contract. Seiko will have to stay here until you can think of a different solution.

Oh, don’t worry Miss.

*Uchui suddenly reaches to his pocket and pulls out a pistol shaped object.

I know what I’m doing.

*With that, he approaches the door.

*inhale*

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

Excuse me? May I come in for a moment?

Well that was lame.

Yeah, too soft!

Well excuse me! She could be indecent for all I know!

Ahem...Yes?

*Seiko pokes her head out the crack in the door.

Ah, h-hello Doctor Sorry, may I come in?

Sure, but I have other guests in right now.

Nagito and Kanata I presume. Very well then. Excuse me!

Wah!?

Huh!?

Eh!?

*Uchui forces his way into the room, with Tsumugi, Matta and the others behind him.

Woah, woah, what’s going on!? Why are you storming my lab!?

Apologies in advance, Dr Inori. This is highly important. I fear of wasting any more time, so I’ll get right to the point. 

*Uchui clears Kanata out of the way and points his blaster at Seiko.

Forgive me for this.

Wha-!? 

What are you doing!?

Uchui, what the hell!?

I know how this looks, but stand down!

Like hell I-

*SMASH!*

GUHUGH!

...!

*Nagito lunges at him, but is suddenly tackled by Matta and pinned to the wall. The soldiers also restrain Kanata.

Hey! Grgh...LET ME GO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER!?

(Wh-What the hell is this...!? I...can’t move! How is he DOING this!?)

Aahh...!

Don’t worry...This won’t...hurt...a bit.

*CLICK!*

*BTOOOM!*

GAGH!

SEIKKOOOOOOO!!

!!!???

...

...?

*A flash of light beams over Seiko, but as soon as it dissipates, she’s standing where she was, unchanged.

S-Seiko...are you alright?

I-I don’t know. There was fl-lash...a-and...

Ugh...!

*THUD!*

Seiko!?

I don’t...what...BRRAAGH!

!!!???

!!!???

*To Nagito and Kanata’s horror, Seiko suddenly drops to her knees and coughs up a considerable amount of blood.

Hey HEY! Take it easy! Ugh, someone get me a tissue and some meds. And a new mask while you’re at it.

*The goons grab what Uchui needs. He hands the pills to Seiko with a bottle of water, and a new clean mask to put on afterwards.

What did...Grgh...

Shhhh! Don’t speak. It’ll make it worse.

Uchui, what did you do!?

No...Is this...what I think it is...!?

What? What!?

I see you’ve already long caught on, Ms Inori.

Nagito. Tell me. How familiar are you with the Kibougamine Gakuen (Danganronpa Another 1) Killing Game?

The one that Kanata was a part of? Moderately, why?

Are you aware of what happened to Mikako Kurokawa during that Killing Game?

Uchui: I’m sure you remember, but allow me to jog your memory. Both Mikako Kurokawa and her brother, Yamato Kisaragi, are special cases when it comes to the world’s history of Killing Games. They are the only two participants, barring Mukuro Ikusaba, who didn’t have their memories erased prior to the game.

Matta: Why not? I was under the impression the Kibougamine Killing Game served as a test drive for the memory erasure?

Uchui: Kisaragi invented a device that prevented Matsuda’s memory altercation methods from working on them. However, this came at an unfortunate side effect for both of them.

Kanata: I was killed by Uehara before I ever found this out, but upon resurrection, I read more into it. The device turned Yamato into a talkative lunatic, with most of what he’s saying be borderline incoherent. But as for Mikako...

Uchui: Kurokawa suffered almost the complete reverse. If she talked too much, she would suffer heavy migraines and vertigo, which would make her pass out before she could form even a comprehensive sentence.

Hence what you are seeing now...

Wait...are you saying-!?

I recreated Kisaragi’s machine into a smaller form, and just used it on Seiko. If she tries to spill the beans about ANYTHING she discovered during her time here in Zetsubou...

She’ll vomit buckets of blood like she did just now...

...!?

Yes, therefore...I think it’s best that you keep your mouth shut and your hands to yourself, Ms Kimura.

*Uchui holds out a hand towards her.

It’s over now...It will be ok?

Wh-What do you mean it’s over?

As of tomorrow, Seiko Kimura will be free to leave Organization Zetsubou base.

...!

...!

I know that this looks bad, but this was the only way I could ensure that Seiko would be allowed to leave the base alive. We can’t have her tattling information about the organization, can we?

*Seiko takes Uchui’s hand and helps her up.

Get some rest, and I’ll arrive with the grunts to come and pick you up tomorrow. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.

Gyalusetsu. Release Nagito.

Very well.

Grgh!

*Gyalusetsu drops Nagito, who ultimately failed to get him to release him. The goons also release Kanata. Uchui hands Kanata the meds.

If she starts acting up again, this will calm her condition. Would you mind taking her back to her room?

I don’t need you to tell me that.

*Kanata snatches the pills, glaring at Uchui, and helping to support Seiko out of the room.

...!

...!

*Seiko looks back one last time at Nagito before she’s taken out of sight.

Zetsubou Soldier: Should we follow them, Miss Shirogane?

Nah, leave them. Not like they can discuss much like this.

So this is good enough?

It’s more than good enough. There’s no cure for the device, is there? So we’re all set to go.

Not that I want to sound demanding in front of my boss, but I want to make sure she gets delivered out SAFELY. I already have a plan of where to drop her off which I’ll discuss with you later.

Sounds like a plan. You did good Uchui. Maybe I shouldn’t have doubted you.

Yeah, hehe...That said, may I kindly make one more demand for now?

I appreciate the help from all of you, but would you mind giving Nagito and I the room please?

...!?

Huh? How come?

He’s obviously still concerned about this whole situation. I just want to walk him through my thinking so he knows that Seiko will be 100% safe. He’s obviously worried about it.

Very well. You heard him boys. Let’s pack up and move out.

*Tsumugi and the goons leave the room. Matta goes to follow, briefly stopping to whisper to Uchui.

In case he tries to kill you, scream and I will come running.

How thoughtful of you.

*Matta then leaves and closes the door behind him.

...

...

*The menacing furious aura pollutes the room as soon as Uchui and Nagito are alone. Despite his legs shaking, Uchui stands his ground.

You’re probably very angry, but-

Of course I’m angry! I thought I could trust you! And then you turn around and do THIS!?

Oh, you know what!? Shush your mush! Keep in mind the alternatives were wiping her memories or killing her! Would you have preferred she forgot who she was? Forgot about your relationship!?

I...Um...

Or are you satisfied with her staying here? I know that gives you two a lot of time to stay alone together, but that’s very selfish of you Nagito! She doesn’t deserve this.

I don’t get it Uchui. Who’s side are you on? You want Zetsubou’s help and yet you’re rescuing Seiko? What is your end goal?

Heh...You think I’m done rescuing Seiko? I’ve only just gotten started?

Huh?

*He leans in close to whisper.

Shirogane was wrong about something. She has no idea but...there IS a cure for this device. And I know exactly how to get it.

What...!?

I think it’s high time I told you the full story of what I’m hoping to achieve here. But before I do, there’s something I need YOU to do for me.

And that is...?

*Uchui looks around to make sure no one is listening, and then delivers his ultimatum.

I need you to help me meet with the Killing Game Survivor’s. Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi...ALL of them.

...!?

...

[stardustprompts]

supermassive game’s  the quarry  sentence starters  change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying   tw :   alcohol mention ,  nsfw ,  death ,  language ,  violence

‘why’d you kill the music?’

‘we’re just in geographic flux.’ 

‘put that in your pipe and smoke it.’

‘I really f’d this car up.’ 

‘oh fuck! oh my god, my heart just exploded!’

‘seriously, do I look like a ma’am to you?! I have at least twenty years before I’m a ma’am.’

(name), don’t be a dick.’

‘what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.’ 

‘I’ll be right back! I’m going to get some help!’ 

‘you’ve seen the evil dead, right?’

‘I mean, you must be exhausted. I know I am.’

‘I mean you never know ... the universe has a kinda way of, er, working these things out.’

‘you’re a bad person!’

‘a.) it was (name’s) idea and 2.) it was really funny.’

‘oh! boring!’

‘okay wow. the fumes of jealousy are just stifling over here.’

‘you’re a real charmer, you know that?’

‘okay, not gonna miss ya (name).’

‘one more night out in the great outdoors might actually kill me.’

‘freaks. I’m surrounded by freaks.’

‘okay, lets all put out little dicks away and get this show on the road.’

 ‘oh my god, relax! it’s not like we killed someone.’ 

‘in a way, ‘faking it’ is just being yourself but louder.’

‘uh oh, i’m not fired am I?’

‘them’s the rules, you noob.’ 

‘I need you to trust me. like I’m trusting you.’

‘it seems like the stars have aligned for us.’ 

‘high five! touch my hand, (name).’

‘and for the record your analogies are very hurtful.’

‘beep, beep, beep ... uh ... it’s my beerdar. helps me ‘dar’ for beers.’

‘how am I just noticing how super lame you are?’

‘look if you’re trying to scare me it’s not gonna work.’

‘booty? oh, it means like ... um, treasure. or butts.’ 

‘you’re trying not to laugh right now because it kinda sounds like boner, aren’t you?’ 

‘your wit knows no bounds.’

‘I knew that there was a secret sex dungeon around here somewhere.’

‘what can I do for you on this darn - tootin’ - doozy of a day?’

‘maybe we should stop touching stuff.’ 

‘it’s like my mom always said, if you wanna party you’ve gotta bring protection.’ 

‘I’m not gonna fuck a bear.’ 

‘I beefed it.’

‘to be fair, bigfoot is not a conspiracy.’ 

‘whatever happens is what’s meant to happen.’

‘not everyone knows what they’re capable of.’

‘you know I just realized we may never see each other after tonight.’

‘nice! but we’ve already done that joke.’ 

‘the main party’s not gonna die just because you’re off on a little side quest.’

‘we all get performance anxiety sometimes. you just better make your move before a real man swoops in.’ 

‘disqualified for being a dumbass.’

‘oh ‘it was just a game!’ yeah, the fuck it was, man!’

‘you never really get to kiss who you really want in these dumb games anyway.’ 

‘so I’m saying that I like you, too, or whatever.’ 

‘sneaking down here was a little more fun when we thought we could get caught, huh?’

‘you just love having an audience, huh?’

‘you really love fucking with me, huh?’

‘lighten up, sourpuss, please.’ 

‘I don’t want this to end.’

‘do I look like a doctor?’ 

‘are you trying to piss me off?’ 

‘I’m gonna carpe this diem so damn hard it won’t know what hit it!’

‘I’m just desperate to stay afloat in a world where everyone wants to be different.’ 

‘time makes fools of us all.’ 

‘you mean ‘911?’ who says ninety - one - one?’

‘do you have to specifically ask for an ambulance or can you just say ‘help, help!’?’

‘maybe that’s just what they want you to think, man.’ 

‘why does everyone blame everything on bears?’ 

‘don’t write a check that your ass can’t cash.’ 

‘you ran away.’

‘hey ... I’m kinda pouring my heart out here.’

‘didn’t think I was that boring.’ 

‘technology ... it giveth and it taketh.’

‘I’m sorry if it’s not up to your standards, okay? but I’ve been putting in a lot of TLC.’ 

‘well, if you like, I could show you the ropes.’ 

‘sign me up, teach!’

‘S.O.S. this is an emergency ... save our ship ... come on down ... please help us.’ 

‘why didn’t you tell me there was something out there?’

‘fuck! it’s spreading!’ 

‘that was a bad idea.’ 

‘I’m okay, I mean... I’m not but ... it doesn’t hurt.’ 

‘you’re in shock.’

‘you left me back there you asshole!’

‘you don’t have to be a dick about literally everything.’ 

‘I’m not going to suddenly fall in love with you because you’re my knight in shining armor.’

‘can we please not do this right now, seriously! I literally came looking for you as soon as I heard there was something out here.’ 

‘I don’t know what’s going on with you right now but I liked the old (name) better.’ 

‘I only hung out with you because you seemed so desperate. poor, pathetic (name) willing to throw herself at the first guy who came along.’

‘you don’t like me at all, do you?’ 

‘we officially suck as counselors.’

‘you just stepped in some grade a, double prime, go ahead and kill yourself, cosmic type shit.’

‘your only option is to buckle the fuck up and do what I say.’ 

‘I feel like I'm going crazy!’

‘I’m kinda all mixed up but ... more or less intact.’ 

‘watch it man, I bruise easily.’

‘you have nothing to bargain with.’ 

‘sometimes things just don’t make sense. what then?’

‘you know you can talk to me about anything, right?’

‘I’m just saying, maybe there was a slight chance that it was a werewolf.’ 

‘that’s not really a plan though, that’s just like saying ‘let’s escape’ but with a bunch more words.’ 

‘you’re not going to believe it until you see it for yourself.’

‘let’s see how smart you really are.’ 

‘it wasn’t you. I know it wasn’t you.’ 

‘we don’t have much time.’ 

‘please let me go! I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!’ 

‘this isn’t a ghost story, it’s a creature feature.’ 

‘wow, are you flirting with me?’ 

‘how long do you have?’ 

‘this doesn’t feel right. I think you’re up to something.’

‘why are you like this?’ 

‘if I let my conscience slow me down now, everything gets a lot worse for everyone.’ 

‘jesus, mary and jazz hands!’ 

‘stop being weird.’ 

‘look whose finding their funny bone!’

‘I don’t fit into the right box, is that what you’re saying?’ 

‘trauma can bring people together.’

‘just because you’re using ‘logic’ to ‘make sense’ doesn’t mean that I’m into it.’

‘okay, fuck you man! I’m trying to help.’ 

‘I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could take it all back but I can’t.’

‘nobody’s ever gonna treat me the same.’ 

‘I guess I just don’t like to see other people sad.’ 

‘maybe I just like to make people laugh.’ 

‘well, fuck this night, huh?’

‘you stole my knife!’ 

‘pick on someone your own size.’

‘how bad is it?’

‘I keep trying to fix it ... whatever this is ... but people keep getting hurt.’

‘uh, you’re not the boss of me.’ 

‘am I dying?’ 

‘you’ve lost a lot of blood.’ 

‘are we gonna end up in a documentary?’

‘you actually saved my life. for realsies.’ 

‘I just can’t wait to see who they choose. y’know, to play me ... in the movie about how brave I am.’

‘I’m not leaving you!’

‘thanks ... for uh ... not killing me.’ 

‘you think this is over? this isn’t over.’ 

‘why the hell should I trust you?’

‘I’m not asking you to trust me. I’m telling you we can end this.’ 

‘this doesn’t mean I forgive you for what you did to me.’

‘I wanted to spend one more night with you ...  you know together ... like before.’ 

‘we’re not good together. we’re just not.’ 

‘I am sorry. even if it means you’re never gonna talk to me again. I just ... I want you to know that.’ 

‘it’s not long before sunrise. all we have to do it wait it out.’ 

‘we can still come out on top. the past is the past.’ 

‘can’t get much worse than it already is.’ 

‘we have enough on our plates already. stop discovering shit.’ 

‘you changed me. I will never, ever be the same because of you.’

‘you’re the one who has to live with what he’s done.’

‘what we’ve up against is my only chance to end this thing for good.’ 

‘god damn this place has got some uncool vibes.’

‘I bet you think you’ve got it all figured out. I bet you think you’re fucking clever.’ 

‘stop doing a podcast, no one’s listening!’

[emeraldiis]

Pillow Talk

A/N: i will never apologize for being horny on main

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: After an entire day of staring at you in that bikini, Loki is left utterly desperate for release. Good thing he sleeps with a lot of pillows.

Tags: masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!Loki, pining

Loki shifted on the bed, mashing his face roughly into the satin pillow case. It was nearly dawn, and he hadn’t slept. Even the tiniest hint of sleep had evaded him, and he’d tossed and turned enough to make his muscles ache in protest. With a frustrated growl, he rolled onto his back and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. This was never going to work.

He had no one to blame but himself for his insomnia. Really, it was pathetic, the way his mind had latched onto one silly little human and made her the object of his obsession. You with your silky hair and soft eyes, keeping him up until the morning hours. Your melodic voice rang in his eardrums, and every time he closed his eyes, he’d see that perfect skin of yours and wish it was pressed up against--

With a gasp, Loki swiftly brought his hands down to grasp the sheets in agony. He wished he could blame it on the fact that he hadn’t bed anyone in at least a decade, but he knew himself. Celibacy had never been an issue for him in the past; he wasn’t a teenage boy, he could control his needs. But you had him feeling like one all over again. The way he gawked at you like it was his first time seeing a pair of breasts nearly spill out of a way-too-tight tank top, it was downright shameful. You were just so innocent, so pure, and he longed to see that smile collapse into a pout as you whimpered against his lips.

Despite his best efforts, Loki could feel his cock throb in renewed need. It had been begging for release nearly all night, and Loki had successfully ignored it so far. He held steady in his determination in not giving in, but his resolve was slipping. Today has been especially tortuous. Tony and his goddamn insistence that Loki participate in team bonding. A day at the beach, one which Loki spent lounging in the hot sand shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. You had splashed around in the waves with Natasha and bounced around in a bikini that seemed specifically designed to torture Loki. The bottoms had shifted themselves to ride up quite a few times, and Loki had taken pleasure in watching you reach back with slippery fingers to pull them out of your ass.

Loki’s cock throbbed again, almost violently this time. He moaned softly into the open air. The sound was pained, and Loki felt his hand begin to drift towards the string of his pajama bottoms. They were silk, and because Loki had chosen to forgo underwear, the soft material felt like heaven against his swollen erection. Before his fingers could slip inside to where he needed them most, Loki ripped them away in defiance and turned onto his side, tangling the blanket between his legs as he rolled. The pressure of the thick comforter into his crotch made Loki suck in a surprised breath. His hips twitched upward of their own accord and Loki’s eyes fluttered in pleasure.

Loki could feel his will dissolving with every jolt of pleasure that swam up his spin. His mind spun with images of you: you curled up against him, reaching back with your dainty hand to pull him closer to you, encouraging him to grind against your backside. As if he was in a daze, Loki grabbed one of the many pillows adorning his bed and shoved it between his legs. The firmness of the pillow was so much more satisfying than the blanket, and Loki groaned.

It was over, he had accepted defeat. Loki was about to hump his pillow like an animal and it was all your fault. He thought of that wet bikini sticking to your skin, your breasts bouncing as you jogged back up the beach to him and breathed out a “what’s up” like he wasn’t about to cum in his swim trunks just from watching you. As the memories danced through his head, Loki’s hips began to roll in more deliberate motions. With every thrust, his cock pressed up against the soft material of his pants. Loki could feel the pre-cum wetting the silk, but it only served to amplify his pleasure as the damp fabric clung to his skin.

The buzzing of his phone startled Loki out of his fantasies, and he nearly wanted to throw the thing against the wall. Tony would get him a new one, as he always did no matter how many times that Loki had insisted they were unnecessary devices. As much as he wanted to let it ring, Loki had learned that calls at this hour usually meant an unexpected mission, and he’d be back on house arrest if he didn’t answer. Loki reluctantly leaned over to his bedside table to grab the vibrating object, keeping the pillow between his legs. His heart came to a near stop as he saw your name illuminated on the screen.

A few moments passed as Loki stared dry-mouthed at the caller ID, wondering when he had fallen asleep. Because the only explanation for you calling him in the middle of the night was that he was dreaming. Sure, you had texted him the occasional internet video that you thought he’d enjoy, but had never called him. And certainly not at five in the morning. With a hard swallow, Loki hit the “accept call” button and waited.

“Hey, Loki?” Came your tired-sounding voice. It wasn’t as gorgeous when muffled by the phone static, but it gave Loki shivers nonetheless.

“What is this about?” Loki tried to sound as irritated as possible, figuring that would be the proper reaction to receiving a call this early. The truth was that he was elated to hear your voice, and was disgusted by himself. A mortal, making him this weak in the knees, it was absolutely pathetic.

You were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I-I’m not really sure why I called you, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’ll just--”

“Wait!” Loki burst out before you could end the call. His loud voice echoed back at him in the silent room and he cringed, hoping that no one had heard him. Loki bit his lip anxiously, uncertain of what to say to keep you on the line. “Um, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Oh, I guess that’s good. Well, not really good that you can’t sleep, I mean good that I didn’t wake you.”

Loki chuckled at your awkward ramblings. Norns, you were so cute. “Don’t worry, pet, I know what you meant.” As the words left his lips, Loki’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just called you. Pet. It had been a slip of the tongue, but it brought forth a whole new round of fantasies. He couldn’t help but imagine about what it would be like to own you, to grab you by your pretty face and push his cock between your lips over and over. Absent-mindedly, Loki began to move his hips against the pillow again. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from gasping. As quietly as he could manage, he put the call on speaker and set the phone down beside him so he could lie back on his side and resume his earlier activities. Loki knew it was so, so wrong to do this while you were none-the-wiser, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so worked up for so long and now it was like his body had taken over, hell bent on getting the relief it needed.

“So, why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Oh, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose,” Loki said as his eyes fell shut. His voice was the slightest bit strained, the soft drag of his pants against his cock making it hard to focus.

“Yeah, same here.” You sighed into the phone, and Loki heard a bit of rustling as you presumably got more comfortable. “I have trouble sleeping a lot, actually. I guess I just get lonely.”

A heavy weight of guilt sank into Loki’s chest. Here you were, opening yourself up to him, and he was trying to get off to the sound of your voice. He was truly depraved, that was for sure. But fuck, the tired rasp to your voice and the small sighs you let out were sending him sky high. His mind was running wild with fantasies of you under him, you in his lap, you up against the wall as he fucked you into it. Loki fought to sound normal as he responded to you. “I understand. Most beings are very social creatures, we need company to--ah!” A particularly rough thrust of his hips had caught Loki off guard as the mind-numbing pleasure rocketed through his body.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, pet,” Loki said, panting as he forced his hips to still. “Just stretching.” It was a lame excuse, but Loki was too far gone to come up with anything better. His body quaked as he tried to keep still, like his own muscles were attempting to disobey his brain. Everything in him was screaming out for more. Cum, you need to cum. Once again, Loki was forced to give in as his hips resumed their grinding. The pillow itself was now damp with how much he was leaking, and it felt amazing.

The phone was quiet, and Loki could almost hear how hard you were thinking on the other end. And then: “Loki, are you...masturbating?” Your voice trailed off as you said that word. The sheer embarrassment was evident in your tone, and Loki was almost astounded at how bold you were. Not many humans had the nerve to just up and ask something like that.

Even through the shock of being caught, Loki could not find it in him to be surprised that you had caught on. You had always come across as intelligent to him, it was foolish to think he could fool you with a half-hearted excuse. Still, it was beyond humiliating to have been called out so brazenly. Loki saw no point in denying it; you would not have asked if you weren't sure. “Yes,” he replied, voice cracking as he froze in place for the second time. Despite the embarrassment, Loki’s erection did not not falter. In fact, it seemed that he only got harder. This mortal would be the death of him.

“O-oh!” You seemed surprised, like you hadn’t expected him to come right out with it. “I’m so sorry, I guess I interrupted you, huh? Shit, I’m sorry.” How absurd. Loki was the one shamelessly rubbing himself against a pillow while talking to you, and you were the one apologizing.

Loki found it intriguing that you hadn’t hung up immediately upon learning of his actions. You hadn’t seemed disgusted at all, just apologetic for interrupting his activities. Loki wasn’t sure if your lack of repulsion was what caused it, or if it was simply his need clouding his judgement, but his mouth began to move before he could stop it. “It’s excellent for sleep. I highly recommend it for nights like these.”

There was no sugar coating it; that was a proposition, no matter how poorly disguised it was as simple advice. “Um,” came your faint reply. Loki’s face burned as he pictured the look of horror you were probably wearing at the moment. And then he nearly swallowed his tongue as you spoke again. “Yeah, I tried earlier. Wasn’t really...working.”

A new gush of blood found its way into Loki’s cock at your admission. He couldn’t help but imagine you writhing on your bed, soaked in sweat and your own slick as you tried desperately to get to that crescendo of pleasure. His blush had somehow grown even stronger, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had even blushed at all. This mortal was killing him, you were his executioner and he was begging for you to pull the trigger.

“That’s quite unfortunate,” Loki managed through his reverie. He was still frozen, almost scared to begin his motions again for fear of cumming on the spot. His cock twitched in time with his racing heart, occasionally dripping precum into his pants. Loki was a mess, but he could not bring himself to care in the slightest. All that mattered was the arousal screaming under his skin and your intoxicating voice in his ears.

“Yeah. Sorry, should I go? And let you, y’know, finish?”

Loki racked his brain for an excuse to get you to stay. It was maddening, how quickly you had ruined him. Seduction was one of his many talents, as was manipulation. In the past, he would have had no trouble at all talking someone into his bed and onto his cock, but you were different. Every flirtation died on his lips the moment he was in your presence, and it was all he could do to form complete sentences as you turned his knees to jelly.

After an excruciating period of silence as Loki thought, he finally spoke. “It would be unfair of me to abandon you in favor of pleasuring myself when you cannot do the same.”

This time it was your turn to stay quiet. Loki waited anxiously, half-expecting you to just leave anyway. He had already come to terms with your disinterest in him, you were probably just being polite. But...you had called him. There must have been at least a slight attraction for Loki to have been on your mind after attempting to get yourself off.

“Maybe we could…” There was a tremble to your voice as you trailed off, and Loki held his breath as he waited for you to finish. Whatever your suggestion ended up being, he was ready to enthusiastically agree. Anything that involved you and pleasure was incredibly enticing. “Maybe we don’t have to hang up, then.”

Loki’s eyes went wide. Did you mean…? An involuntary moan fell from his lips as he shivered at the thought. “I would, mm, not be opposed to that idea.” Loki’s body had won over for the final time that night and his hips began to move again. After restraining himself for so long, feeling that delicious friction once again nearly overwhelmed him.

“I don’t really know how to do this,” you said. “I can’t really believe I actually asked you that.”

“Would you like instruction, pet?”

“That might help, yeah.”

Loki began to wonder if he was dead, and this was his version of Valhalla. Whatever the case, he was going to ride this high for as long as he could. Everything else seemed to fade into the distance: the chirping of birds outside as the sun rose, the hum of the traffic down below, all of it meant nothing. It meant nothing because you were on the other side of the phone asking for Loki to tell you how to touch yourself. Loki took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of himself; he needed to let you catch up before he could allow himself to lose control.

“I want you to get undressed, and get comfortable.” That was a simple enough command, Loki figured. If he started slow, maybe he could reign in his pathetic neediness and focus solely on your pleasure.

“Okay, I can do that.” The speaker went quiet as you presumably settled onto your bed and slipped out of your pajamas. “Now what?”

“Touch your breasts,” Loki said. His breathing was heavy, but even as he settled into the role of your instructor. “Rub your fingers across them, tell me how it feels.”

You sighed happily. “It feels really nice. Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

Loki was a bit ashamed to admit that he was currently grinding into a pillow, but figured there was no point in lying. “I’m, uh, I have a pillow between my legs, and I’m rubbing against it.”

A whimper burst from your lips. “Oh, that’s so hot.”

“Is it?” Loki asked hesitantly. He didn’t feel very attractive; slick trousers and sweat coated skin, fighting hard to hold it together.

“Yeah, fuck. Can I touch myself, please?”

Loki wanted to drag it out a bit longer, to tease you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to that pretty voice. Especially when you asked so nicely. “Go ahead, pet. You’re such a good girl.”

There was a faint slick sound, then a drawn out moan. Loki groaned in response, the sound extracting a full body shiver from the god. He had never heard such alluring sounds of pleasure, you were just so far above any other being he had ever met. “That’s it,” he murmured in encouragement.

“Feels so good,” you said, voice growing high pitched. “Shit, I’m not gonna last too long. Ah, fuck. Been needing this all night.”

Loki sucked in a breath and began to thrust with more fervor. His eyes nearly rolled back at the pressure and his thighs squeezed around the pillow. “That’s okay, darling. I, oh--” Loki cut himself off with a strangled moan as his pleasure mounted. “I need to cum, too.”

For a moment, panting and whimpered moans were the only thing coming through the speaker. Loki prayed that you were as close as he was, because the coil tightening in his stomach threatened to snap at any moment. It was all he could do to keep from allowing his release to overtake him before you got yours. “Please, pet. I want to hear you cum,” he ground out as his eyes fell shut.

“So close,” you whined. “Loki, I’m gonna cum.”

He couldn’t help it. Loki’s control disintegrated as he began rutting into the pillow like a wild animal. His hips moved in sharp, quick thrusts, and quiet moans left his lips with every movement. ‘Cum--fuck, mm--cum for me, love.” He was going to cum, he couldn’t stop. He just needed you to finish first.

The phone crackled as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Loki listened in a trance, trying to memorize every noise that left your lips as you climaxed. Your sounds spurred him on, and he found himself tipping over the edge, cumming harder than he had in a long time. Pleasure whited out his vision, and Loki could faintly hear himself whining your name in a broken voice. He didn’t get the chance to be embarrassed about the noise; his cock pulsed in dizzying waves of euphoria, spurting out rope after rope of hot cum. It shot into his pants, soaking them all the way through and seeping into the pillow. It wasn’t until the last drop had left his body that he was finally able to stop the groans that had been bubbling up from his throat.

As the pleasure subsided, Loki sagged against the bed and took in the mess he had made. His pants were ruined, no doubt about that. And the pillow? Well, it would most likely need a few good washes. But he felt sated, too relaxed to even care about the cum drying to his thighs.

“Are you still there?”

Fuck, he had almost forgotten that you were still on the phone. “Yes,” he croaked out. “That was…”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. Though you couldn’t see him, Loki nodded in agreement.

The bed suddenly felt very large and very empty after the daze of Loki’s orgasm faded. He found himself wishing that you were here, so he could wrap his arms around that perfect waist and bury his nose in your hair. It was an incredibly foreign feeling; Loki had never been one to cuddle after sex. But then again, everything about you was different. You were special. Loki opened his mouth, ready to invite you to his room, but something stopped him. What if this had been just a spur of the moment thing for you? What if you only saw him as a tool to get yourself off?

“Would it be weird if I came down there?” You asked, startling Loki out of his thoughts. There you went again, calming his anxieties before he even had the chance to feel them.

A relieved grin broke out on his face, and his heart sped up again in excitement. “No, I would very much enjoy that.” And for the first time in a very long time, Loki felt wanted.

[donaweasley]

Their Little Secret

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Plot: This can be read as a sequel to What If or even as a solo.

The reader and Loki have been best friends for long, but eventually realised that it was more than just friendship. As they secretly step into a new world, the entire team, unbeknownst to it all, makes it their mission to make the love birds realise and confess what they feel for each other.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst in relationship, a happy ending! Oh! And late-night hazards and a long read. Sorry!

Read time: ~26 mins

“(Y/N), could you please take a look at this once?”

Loki waltzed in through (Y/N)’s door with a file in his hand. She was reading a book, when he knocked.

“It’s pretty late. I thought you said you’d go straight to bed. What are you doing with this poor old piece of rat-food now?”

“I did. But then I couldn’t sleep. So...I thought of doing something boring enough to lull me to sleep. But this old file actually turned out to be quite interesting,” he explained animatedly. “I just couldn’t understand one part. So, here I am!”

She eyed him suspiciously as he spread his arms to accentuate his royal presence.

“That, or you wanted to see me, and this file is a flimsy excuse,” she drawled.

“Come on, darling! I’m fond of you but not to the extent that I’ll have to make lame excuses to see you. Besides, why would I need to lie to you?”

After taking a moment to consider his words, she stepped beside him and asked him to show the file.

“It is here - this part,” he pointed at a chunk of printed information.

“This one is…” She pondered aloud. “That doesn’t make sense! Loki, w-where did you get this from? That doesn’t look like any mission report or anything. It looks like...an excerpt...from...a book?”

Before she could register, a kiss landed on her cheek. It was immediately followed by Loki excitedly wishing her, “Goodnight, darling,” and vanishing into a green glow.

She stood stunned for a while. Gradually, the tingling sensation where Loki’s lips had caressed her skin began to spread like wildfire through her face, and soon she was blushing and smiling like an idiot.

“Idiot!” She cursed him as she flopped back on the bed.

After a few seconds of fiddling with the bookmark, and staring at blurred lines on the page, she closed the book, and decided to call it a night. After what Loki just did, nothing else could compare to a happier ending to the day.

As she closed her eyes, sunny memories started flooding her mind.

It had all started hardly two months ago, when they were having their usual midnight snacks, casually talking the day’s stress away, talking nonsense - just the usual best buddy night.

But then something happened: a childish game of “what-ifs”.

It was fun, for the most part, until Loki had asked her about her intentions if she met the love of her life the next day. Already stained with painful memories of past relationships and with the hopelessness about her love life, she tried her best to evade the question. But Loki, being Loki, kept proding her until she gave him a genuine reason for her frustration.

And everything changed after that. Because in trying to save the other from falling down the emotional cliff, they had saved each other. They had found each other.

She laughed softly as she remembered the hesitancy in both their hearts as they had crossed the threshold of friendship.

That was the first time that she had kissed him. On the cheek. And that was even before she had fully realised that her feelings for him were no longer platonic.

That was the first time Loki had put an arm around her and pulled her close to him.

Another giggle escaped her as she remembered the moment when the soft morning light, and a stiff back had awakened her from her sleep.

Both were still sitting in almost the same position as they had been when they were chatting.

She had found herself cocooned in the arms of Loki, her legs tangled with his, both of them safe under the thin blanket that Loki had picked while preparing for their night. Her head rested on his chest, while his rested on the top of her head.

The last thing that she remembered from the previous night was them promising each other that no matter how things turned out, they’d always be beside one another. And then Loki had pulled her closer, and gently laid her head on his throbbing chest.

It was now peacefully moving up and down with his sleepy breaths. Before opening her eyes to reality, she stole a few moments to let this feeling sink in.

When she had closed her eyes the night before, there was an excitement so high in the air that Thor’s thunder would have been ashamed. It was the hammering of Loki’s heart that had eventually put her to sleep.

The morning brought a peaceful rhythm beneath her ears. It was beautiful, it was calm, it was...reassuring. She loved it more than the thrill of the past few hours.

But no matter how long she tried to soak herself in the feeling, the incidents of the night before still seemed somewhat unbelievable. How could something months long change overnight? Was it all a mirage then, cast by the treacherous night?

The darkness of the night sets the mind free to imagine anything, take any decision. But the clarity of the day brings logic to the forefront, which sometimes turns out to be good but sometimes not so good.

But...it had felt right. She took a deep breath to clear her mind. It still felt right. That was all the assurance that she needed for the moment.

As she turned in her bed, she remembered the raspy voice in which Loki had wished her a good morning.

The close proximity, the husky, sleep-laden voice, the sudden change in the air - everything made blood rush to her cheeks and ears. Loki had sleepily chuckled at her flushed state, though he was only slightly better than her in hiding his own flustered state.

Ever since, not a single day had passed when the two of them hadn’t thanked the stars.

She used to think that she loved Loki’s friendship more than anything. She was happy to be proven wrong when she experienced Loki’s courtship.

A different flower everyday, sometimes inside her room, laid carefully near her door, sometimes on her bedside table, and on some mornings, beside her pillow.

She was used to going out with her best friend Loki, but going out with her boyfriend Loki was an experience on a whole new level. Light brushes of the fingers, sometimes an arm around her shoulder, intertwining of fingers, occasional brushes of his lips on her temple, and not-very-occasional blushes that tinted both their skins.

Every day, before parting for the day, she was blessed with bear hugs from him - something that she had never expected him to be fond of.

It was the best time of her life! Almost every doubt that she had about this relationship not working out had evaporated long ago. It was - she dared to say - perfect!

Except for one small hiccup: they had to keep everything off the radar.

For one, they were still testing the waters. No matter how happy and confident they were with one another, their newfound relationship was still at its infancy, and they didn’t want to declare anything to the rest of the team right away.

Second, everybody in the compound had been teasing both (Y/N) and Loki about “getting a room” for a long time. They didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they were finally correct. Well, figuratively.

Unfortunately, the team did not know that they had already confessed their feelings to each other. And so, they were desperate to make the love birds see the truth of their emotions. The Avengers, tough and stubborn as they were, never gave up. And Loki and (Y/N) simply decided to play along.

For instance, around a month and a half ago, Tony had thrown one of his usual parties at the compound, and had brought a line of apparent suitors for (Y/N) and a host of gorgeous ladies and lads to introduce to Loki.

Though the new couple was initially confused at the unbridled attention, they eventually understood what was going on: Tony Stark had decided to use the age-old recipe of jealousy to crack either one or both of them.

It was fun, they both admitted later, to dance to the tune, and give the host a frowning face when he realised that neither were biting the bait. Instead, both seemed to be enjoying themselves flirting or dancing with their respective “baits”.

What escaped the eagle eyes of the team were the furtive looks that both (Y/N) and Loki threw at each other from time to time. It wasn’t easy to masquerade those longing glances with playful teases that two friends might share. But they had to.

Late into the night, after the party was over, Loki teleported into (Y/N)’s room. The security cameras were still a threat to their little secret.

“Hello beautiful!” Loki purred when she didn’t turn all her attention towards him as she usually did, but kept herself apparently busy in making the bed.

“Is this my consolation prize for all your flirting this evening?” She tried to keep it casual but her displeasure seeped into her tone.

“Ooh, someone sounds jealous,” he drawled.

“Speak for yourself, God!”

Loki stepped towards her, and gently caught her hand, putting a pause to her actions.

“Look at me. Please?”

She smiled as she faced him, but he could easily catch the facade.

“I know what you're trying to do. You can’t fool me, (Y/N).”

“And what is it that I’m doing?” She tried to question with the same casualness but her voice kept betraying her.

“You are trying to make it look like it didn’t affect you - me being with all those lovely people. But in reality, you are hurt, even if it is a tiny bit.”

Her smile faltered. Of course, she couldn’t fool the God of Lies!

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, “I don’t know why you’re saying this Loki. I’m perfectly fine! Why would I-”

“You and I understand each other perfectly,” Loki gently cut her off. “Or did you forget that?”

He reminded her of the one line - of the one realisation - that had triggered the tiniest thoughts of them being possibly together, if at all.

Realizing that all doors were closed for her, she tried to turn away from him, only to be stopped by the trickster.

“If it makes you feel any good,” he resumed, “it did burn me a bit, too, to watch you dance and laugh with those clowns.”

At this, she burst into laughter. Loki was glad at the change of mood, and allowed a few happy creases around his eyes as well.

“Is that true,” she asked, “or are you simply trying to make me feel better?”

He shrugged, “What do you think?”

“I’d like to believe that it’s true,” she confessed shyly.

“It is.”

“Well then,” she said after suppressing a wild grin that tried to crack its way through, “I guess that makes us even.”

“Guess so.”

“I’m sorry, Loki,” she sighed, “I lied earlier because I didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on you or anything. I mean...jealousy? That’s the first stage of obsession. And...I don’t want you to think that...”

“Hey,” Loki held both her hands in his, “your feelings for me will never suffocate me. On the contrary, they help me breathe. You have given my life a new purpose. I thought I was happy being your best friend. But this...this is even better. Never think that you’re putting any kind of pressure on me. None of those men or women out there, or anywhere for that matter, can bring me what I feel with you, for you.”

Words seemed insufficient for what she wanted to say. So, she simply nodded, and wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Thank you,” she murmured into his chest.

He chuckled as he ran his hand on her head, “Being jealous actually makes you look cute.”

She unwrapped herself from him just enough to look at his face, “Says the man who just confessed being jealous himself!”

“I never said I don’t look cute,” he shrugged again.

Shaking her head and laughing, she pulled his face down, and placed a warm kiss on his cheek.

“Go now, before I punch that cute face of yours.”

“When you say ‘punch’,” Loki drawled, “do you mean…’kiss every inch of’...?”

Blushing furiously, she pushed him towards the door.

“Shut up, and just go!”

Loki laughed as he wished her a lovely night, and disappeared into his usual green glow.

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But the Avengers were not the ones to give up.

Not many weeks later, Natasha planned an evening at one of her favourite nightclubs. While Steve, Vision and Bucky backed out of the plan, given their previous not-so-delightful interactions with the loudness and the crowd, Thor and Tony were adamant on dragging Loki with them.

“We thought you liked a little fun! Since when did you start wearing grandpa’s knickers?” Tony snorted.

“C’mon, brother, don’t embarrass me,” Thor’s voice boomed in Loki’s room. “(Y/N) has embarrassed me enough. She didn’t want to go either. Said she’d rather sleep than be tormented by the blasted noise.”

She said what? That means she’s going to stay back-

“Wait, what?” Tony turned towards Thor with a perplexed look, “She said that?”

He turned around to face Loki again, “Are you two planning something or have you both become boring?”

No, no, no! They’ll add up…

“I am not boring!” Loki declared. He decided to stay quiet on the other option that Stark had mentioned.

“Well, then join us,” Tony shrugged.

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Loki agreed.

Needless to say, his eyes went wide when he saw (Y/N) dressed up and ready for the outing when he was expecting her in her pajamas. When she silently questioned him, he immediately realised that he had been tricked.

I have to be more careful.

The team’s plan soon became obvious when, after a few rounds of shots, everyone made a beeline to the dance floor, leaving behind a string of excuses, and Loki and (Y/N) at the bar. Even through the crowd, the duo’s trained eyes could catch glimpses of their teammates shadowing them.

“Do they really think getting drunk will make us confess?” She shouted over the sound of the music.

“I’m a God,” he shouted back. “Midgardian liquor doesn’t affect me anyway.”

“Well, it affects me,” she shrugged and drained another shot down her throat, “and I love it!”

Last one.

She had started feeling dizzy. Getting wasted could be saved for another moment when she wasn’t being spied on.

A few minutes passed in silence as neither was fond of shouting to communicate. (Y/N) bobbed her head to the music while Loki eyed the mass of bodies swaying and moving with the beats.

“Would you-” Loki began but stopped midway.

While her eyes questioned him, he silently slipped from the stool, and came to stand almost behind her.

His hot breath, dipped in a faint whiff of alcohol, hit the shell of her ear as he purred, “Would you like to dance with me?”

She was rendered immobile for a while. A small corner of her mind wondered if Loki knew what he was doing to her.

I bet he knows what he’s doing.

“I’d have loved to!” She drawled. “It’s a shame there isn’t room for a waltz here, and I wouldn’t want a God like you to hop like teeangers in the crowd.”

She felt his chest brush against her back.

“I was actually hoping that you’d be up for that dance,” he pointed at a section of the crowd where bodies were gliding against each other in the most provocative ways.

Her breath hitched again. She didn’t need to turn her head to know that Loki was smirking at his achievement.

But this time, she wouldn’t squeal, she wouldn’t push him away with a timid smile. Diffidence and boldness both tugged at polar ends of her heart until boldness won the war.

Not this time. Two can play the game, darling.

“So, what’s stopping you?” Her lips almost brushed his earlobe as she tilted her head to whisper in his ear.

Where did that come from?!

Loki wasn’t prepared for this.

It was usually him who threw mildly suggestive comments which she pushed away with a shy gesture. He never expected the tables to turn so quickly.

She did not even have enough shots to get drunk yet, he noticed.

“What happened, did the cat get your silver tongue?” She smirked.

“I-I...uh...”

While Loki continued to gape at her, an inkling of panic nudged her chest.

Did I take it too far? He obviously wasn’t ready for this, but…

It all must have been another prank for him, and I…

No!

With a cackle, she sliced the apparent tension in the air. “So, finally got you, ha? Mischief!” She winked.

Turning towards the bartender, she ordered another shot.

Loki’s brain was still trying to decipher her behaviour.

Did she really mean it…? It didn’t look like a joke though…

As she focused on her drink, he thought he saw a flicker of disappointment cross her face, but the incessant dance of light and shadows made her features almost unreadable.

“You should get back to your seat, y’know?” She told him with downcast eyes.

“What?”

“The team might notice and...they might know.”

Did her voice just...tremble?

Loki hated the place: the noise, the dim lights, the secrecy - he hated the way everything seemed to veil her from him.

“I think I’ll go find them.”

Downing another drink, she hopped off her seat, and disappeared in the crowd, leaving Loki to his thoughts.

Once they were back in the compound, Loki went straight to (Y/N)’s room. This time he did not sneak into her room using magic; he knocked on her door. This wasn’t the moment to play a game of cat and mouse. If the entire compound was prying on him, he would gladly allow them to. Well, maybe not gladly.

“Hey! Hi, Loki!”

Her smile was as bright as ever.

Was it all in my mind then?

“Are you alright?” He tried to sound calm but his anxiety turned out to be more stubborn than him.

“Yes, I am. What- Come inside first.”

She stepped aside, allowing him to stride into her room, and flump down on the bed.

“I’m sorry,” he began honestly, “I thought...I thought you were upset. At the club… I thought I saw you...sad? I’m not sure. I just had this feeling that you’re probably not okay, and-”

“Loki,” she held his shoulders and gently hushed him, “I’m fine.”

Her assurance enabled him to breathe normally again.

Caressing his face, she placed a light kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you, Loki! For everything. For caring so much about me.”

“(Y/N),” he held her hand, “are you hiding something? From me?”

He didn’t miss the way she gulped before replying.

“Why would you say that?”

“Look, I’m sorry if I cross the lines sometimes. I know I tease you but those are… I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you uncomfortable or have hurt you.”

“You are an idiot! Do you know that? You’ve never hurt me or made me uncomfortable. Now, get these stupid thoughts out of your little brain, and give me that devilishly charming smile of yours.”

Despite all her compliments, his eyes did not light up as they usually did.

“Are you sure?” He asked her.

“Absolutely!”

“You’ll tell me if you’re upset, won’t you? Promise me.”

He took note of how she licked her lips before nodding.

Something is not right.

“Come here,” he pulled her in his arms, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “And I’m not an idiot. I am smart.”

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The next few weeks turned out to be more and more challenging as the team was now hell-bent on getting them exposed. What made them so sure of their relationship was still a mystery to the couple.

“Are we that obvious?” (Y/N) asked Loki one day.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It is said that it shows on the faces of those in love. So, I guess...”

The words, coming from him, filled her with warmth. If that be true, and if everyone could see that they were in love only by looking at them, then she’d happily trade their secrecy for more obviousness.

But every time they came close to taking the relationship to the next level, she would find Loki backing away. Every time they had the opportunity to reveal their beautiful secret to the team, he would quickly shield both of them.

Why, Loki? Do you not want us?

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It was a rainy evening when Tony had gathered everyone in the living room. At first (Y/N) thought that it was an urgent meeting for a new mission. But when she knew the actual reason behind it, she couldn’t prevent the snort that escaped her.

“Excuse me?” Tony pointed at her. “You got some problem, princess?”

“Truth or dare? Like, how old are we? Twelve?”

Tony spread his arms as if to silently make a point. “Since when did you start categorizing fun into ages? Ever since you started dating Rock of Ages?”

“Hey!” Loki made a tiny protest at his nickname.

“We are not dating,” (Y/N) deadpanned.

“And there goes my question,” Wanda sighed from across the room.

In response, (Y/N) simply rolled her eyes, and grumbled, “Kids!”

Once the game started, the team wasted no time in getting to the point: (Y/N) and Loki.

The first one to get attacked was Loki.

“No, no truth for you,” Sam chimed in just as Loki sucked in a breath to choose “truth”.

“He’s the God of Lies!” Sam announced, “He can easily slip away with any lie!”

“The bird’s got a point!” Tony agreed, followed by everyone else. “‘Dare’ for you!”

“This is not how it works,” Loki protested.

“Did you play this on Asgard? Thor?”

“No, we had never even heard of it until we came here,” the big brother responded.

“But-”

“Nah-ah!” Tony didn’t let him finish. “This is exactly how it is played. Who wants to give the God of Mischief a mischievous dare?”

(Y/N) wanted to protest; she wanted to tell Tony that he was bending the rules to get to them. But any word of support would further corner them both. All she could do was play along.

“Kiss (Y/N). And you know where I mean.”

Nat’s voice yanked her out of her thoughts. She watched in horror as Loki’s expressions changed from shock to anger while the entire team cheered.

“Nat!” (Y/N) jumped up from her seat, “do you even hear yourself? He’s my best friend! We can’t just...”

“Why not?” Sam questioned with a smirk. “You seemed to be enjoying it when I was asked to kiss Buck. He’s my best buddy.”

“Speak for yourself,” Bucky mumbled.

“C’mon, it’s just a game! Don’t be a spoilsport.”

Steve?? Et tu?

Rubbing her eyes, (Y/N) tried to find a way out of it. She knew well that if Loki kissed her, she’d melt into it. Everything would become obvious.

No, no, no!! This can’t be. They can’t just expose us like this. Loki would be so....

Wait, why isn’t he saying anything?

She opened her eyes to see Loki standing. His expression was unfathomable.

Oh no! Is he going to…

“This is outrageous!” Loki snapped and turned on his heels to walk out of the room.

Oh!

For reasons she did not want to explore then, (Y/N)’s heart dropped several feet. She was expecting a similar reaction from him but wasn’t hoping for it.

Quickly gravitating back to the situation in hand, she stammered an excuse or two for his behaviour, and followed his tracks to check on him.

Once both of them were out of earshot, Tony leaned towards the group, “Did we save it or kill it.”

“Looks like we killed it,” Sam sighed.

“Trust me,” Wanda smiled, “we saved it.”

“Vision? What do you think?”

“I still do not understand why you have to torment them like this. Let them come out when they want to. It’s-”

“Okay!” Tony interrupted him. “Sorry I asked! My bad!”

The door to Loki’s room was half open when (Y/N) arrived. Gingerly, she admitted herself inside.

Loki was standing at the window, with his back towards her. His head was bowed but his hands were curled into fists on both sides of his body.

“Loki?”

The name came out so softly that she couldn’t be sure if he had heard it, given that he did not move at all.

But before she could call him again, he spoke.

“I did not want this to happen,” his voice bore that particular kind of seriousness that usually preceded an unwanted or unhappy revelation.

What?

“I am sorry, (Y/N).” He turned towards her, and she realised in an instant that he wasn’t fooling around.

“What are you talking about, Loki? What did you not want to happen?”

Her chest felt tighter with every passing second.

Please, not what I’m fearing.

“This,” his hand vaguely gestured towards the hallway. “Whatever happened just now. I knew they would come down to this one day. I never wanted-”

“It’s okay,” she interjected. “I did not like that either. Although they meant no harm. It was just for fun… And I understand if you're having second thoughts. This entire thing between us was just something… y’know, a spur of the moment kind of thing. I totally understand if-"

"(Y/N)! Where is this coming from? What are you even talking about?"

She couldn’t make herself look at him, for if she did, he could clearly see the moisture pooling in her eyes. She needed to appear strong.

“Loki, you’ve always been my best friend. And I’ve loved that. You know it. And it’s okay if this new turn in our relationship does not turn out to be something that you had hoped for. It happens. It’s okay-”

“It’s not okay for me,” Loki grasped her hands. “What are you saying? Why? A-are you not happy with me? Have I done something wrong? Did I offend you in any way?”

What is he saying? I thought…

As she looked up at him, a couple of drops ran down her cheeks and on her shirt.

“(Y/N), please tell me. You had promised to tell me anything and everything that upsets you. So, tell me what happened. Why do you speak of our relationship as if it was a mistake?”

“It never was a mistake for me,” she breathed, “I thought you felt...I thought you...”

“What?”

The shaky way in which the question came out of him stung her more than any thought of Loki not wanting this relationship. It was then that she realised how badly she had hurt him.

He never wanted to leave! He always wanted me? Us?

She didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,” she finally managed. “I thought that you...didn’t want...this. Us. I-”

“Why would you even think so? Why would you bear such thoughts when I love you with every fiber of my being?”

Her head snapped up.

“You love me?” Her own voice became shaky.

“Of course, I do,” he gently placed a hand on her cheek, “always have. At first I thought it was a love for friends until that night, when I realised that I wanted to be more than just friends with you.”

More tears fell down her cheek as she rejoiced in the moment. Loki wiped them all, and placed soft kisses on each cheek.

“And all this time, I was afraid that you’re having second thoughts,” she confessed.

“And why is that?”

“Because...”

How do I say that it’s because you haven’t kissed me yet? And ran away from the one moment we had today, albeit in a not-so-comfortable situation?

“Because I haven’t kissed you yet?” Loki asked her.

Her heart beat so violently, she could have sworn that Loki could hear it. Her tongue felt too heavy to speak.

“I didn’t think you were ready,” he admitted. “That is the reason why I did not dance with you in the club either. I was teasing you, yes, but when you responded I was definitely taken aback. I wasn’t sure if it was you or the ambience talking. So…

You have always shied away from any comments that I make, and...I did not want to push anything on you.”

“Oh, Loki!”

She hugged him so hard that even the Asgardian had to take two steps back to balance himself.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she wept into his shirt. “I misunderstood your actions for… I pushed you away. I thought you weren’t ready for this relationship. I’m sorry!”

Tears of both apology and relief flooded her. He tried to sush her as he rocked her slowly from side to side.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she stood straight. Loki looked at her red-eyed, tear-stained face and tutted.

“Doesn’t suit you, darling. Show me your crazy, grinning face.”

With a chuckle, she gave him a funny face-splitting smile, making both of them laugh.

“(Y/N), I didn’t want to kiss you because of a game or under the watchful eyes of that insufferable bunch of imbeciles. But if you will allow me now, I-”

“Just stop being so polite for a change, and kiss me,” she tugged at the collars of his shirt.

Loki didn’t need to be asked twice.

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In the hall, the Avengers were busy speculating the outcome of their little plan, when the couple in discussion walked in. Hand in hand.

“Yes, we had changed our relationship status around six months ago,” (Y/N) announced to a stunned audience.

“And yes, we kissed. Just now. And I hope you know where I mean,” Loki added before dragging his love away towards the elevator.

“What was that?” She whispered as she was being whisked away.

“What?” Loki asked innocently, although his eyes stated otherwise.

“You didn’t need to declare that we just kissed!” She laughed as the doors of the elevator closed.

He shrugged while jabbing at a button. “They wanted us to kiss anyway. So, I gave them the satisfaction of knowledge. Besides, they need to know who you belong to now.”

“Aha! Possessive?”

“No! I also made it clear who I belong to now.”

He smiled as the doors opened to the hallway that led to his room. And once again, his words had rendered her speechless.

Silver tongue!

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Pompt: “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, vaginal fingering, oral (Female receiving)

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“One of these days y/n, you will just give in and admit you’re in love with me.” You want to wipe off Jungkook’s smug ass smile off his stupidly handsome face as he gazes at you, his arms crossed over his chest. You continue to ignore him though, dipping your chip into the dip.

“In your fucking dreams, Jeon.”

Ari is your best friend, she’s sweet, lovely and overall charming. Her brother though…not sweet, not lovely and maybe just fucking maybe a little charming. In his own weird way. You are more than used to his behavior towards you—he’s just your best friends annoying younger brother.

“Jungkook, why don’t you leave y/n alone?” Ari whines, “She’s going through something right now.”

Your eyes slide to Ari and you roll them, scoffing.

“I’m barely going through anything.” You huff out, “Sung-Ho can suck my dick.”

“He was your boyfriend of 6 months!” she tries to reason for you. “And he…”

“He what?” Jungkook cuts in, his voice serious. “Did he cheat on you? I knew that asshole was well, an asshole.” Jungkook starts getting worked up, his anger bubbling over.

“Chill dude.” You bring the chip to your lips. “The past is in the past.”

“It literally only happened last night…” Ari reasons again. “Anyway, the shower is free now y/n. Feel free to wash all that chlorine off your body!”

“Shall I join you?” Jungkook smirks and you hit his gut, causing him to groan. “Fine, fine.”

You make your way up the stairs and head towards the bathroom. Once inside you begin removing your swim suit and turning on the shower, the water starts off chilly but eventually warms up. You moan when you feel the hot water on your back, you dip your head back letting the water run through your hair and you feel grateful for the alone time. Sung-Ho cheated on you. You found out last night and came running to Ari’s arms, she held you as you sobbed and sobbed.

But today, you are stone cold. Trying to forget the very existence of your ex-boyfriend. How did you find out about him cheating on you? You heard it. You walked into his apartment and heard him fucking some chick in his bedroom. The sounds permanently in your mind.

You hurry with your shower, rinsing off before you are turning off the water. You grab your towel and begin drying off…you search the bathroom for your clothes when it hits you that you left them in Ari’s bedroom. Well, you’ll just make a run for it to her room, no harm no foul.

You leave the bathroom and begin walking towards Ari’s room when you hear a booming voice.

“I’m not leaving until I see her!” You know that voice. Your fucking ex.

“Sung-Ho, get out.” You hear Ari yell back, “Just go!”

You start to feel panicked…Sung-Ho is here? You are half way to her room when you decide you cannot do this. You cannot face him. In panic, you rush to the next closest room. You quietly make your way inside, shutting the door behind you.

You hear Sung-Ho say “Did you hear that?” and you decide you need to hide. You run to the bed and throw back the covers and slip inside the bed, bringing the blanket over your mostly wet body. You realize this is a horrible hiding place but maybe if he comes in here he will think it’s someone else just sleeping. Or something.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens. You feel your heart begin to race, you swear anyone from a 25 mile radius can probably hear it thumping so loudly. You try to hold your breath, not ready to face this situation. You slam your eyes shut and breathe in and out, in and out. Then…the blanket is being lifted off your body, your wet body that is hardly being covered by this sorry of an excuse towel.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Your eyes shoot up and you see Jungkook standing, basically hovering over your body with his arms crossed over his chest. He has the most shit eating grin as his eyes scan your body.

“I’m wearing a towel…” you mumble lamely and he nods his head mockingly.

“I knew this would happen eventually y/n, but maybe not like this.” Jungkook smirks, gesturing towards your body.

“Shut up, Jeon.” You sit up, grabbing the top of the towel and try to slide it up higher, covering more of your breasts. Jungkook’s eyes you shamelessly, his smirk only growing. You take a deep breath and look at him with a frown.

“My ex is here so I’m hiding.” You admit, “Let me live.”

Jungkook’s smirk begins to fade as he processes your words, his eyes hardening.

“That asshole is here?”

“Yeah. So can you keep it down?” You usher for him to quiet down, your hands gesturing for him to lower his volume.

“Ari told me exactly what happened.” He says quietly. “Instead of lowering our volume we could…raise it.” He finishes with raised brows and a sly smile forming.

“W-What do you mean, Jungkook?”

“You heard him with another girl.” He sits down on the edge of the bed, “What if he hears you with another guy?” his fingers dance up your arm and you shiver. You aren’t sure if it’s because you’re kind of wet and he has his ceiling fan rotating in cold circles or because it’s Jungkook. And he sometimes makes you feel a certain way you would rather forget.

“You want me to get revenge?” you whisper shout, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Don’t you want him to feel what you felt?” Jungkook slides his fingers down your arm, until he’s playing with your fingertips. “I can help you with that.”

“How…how would you help with that?” you ask, feigning innocence.

You know how he could help with that. This wouldn’t be the first time you and Jungkook have messed around. Before you started dating Sung-Ho, you and Jungkook may have accidentally drunkenly hooked up after Ari went to sleep one time. Whoops.

“He probably isn’t used to the sound of you coming…but maybe he should hear it.” Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, they’re playful and scheming and you can’t help but fall for his charm.

“You think you could make me come?” you challenge, “How would you go about that?”

“How about I just show you?” He gently pushes you back by the shoulder, laying you down on his bed, your head falling on his pillow.

“This is just for revenge, Jeon.” You breathe out roughly, anticipating his next move.

He nods his head dramatically. “Oh, for sure.” He says with a smirk. “Revenge only.”

Then his hands are at the towel and he’s slowly unwrapping it from your body, revealing your wet, naked form.

“Fuck.” Jungkook whines, “I have fucked my hand thinking about this view again.”

“You’ve thought about me?” you play dumb, “In your fantasies, what do you do first?”

Jungkook crawls over your body and starts kissing down your neck, his lips tickling your sensitive skin.

“Kiss your body.” He admits weakly. “Over and over.” His lips find your collarbone, he sucks on the skin until he continues until his lips are wrapped around you left nipple, his hand massaging your other breast.

“Kiss all the way down.” He whispers, “Until you’re screaming for me.”

“Ari is going to hear…” you realize, your breathe quick and short.

“Mostly importantly your nobody ex is going to hear.” He kisses down your stomach, his lips traveling lower and lower. Then his face is hovering over your pussy, he darts his tongue out and looks up at you.

“Sweet, sweet revenge.” Then his face is buried between yours legs, licking a strip from your hole to your clit causing you to groan in satisfaction that you finally feel him. He starts licking you over and over, flicking his tongue just right. You squirm in your spot on his bed, your loud moans escaping your parted lips.

“Ah….” You whine, “Fingers too, please.” You begin to beg and Jungkook smirks into your pussy. He brings his hand to your center and enters one then two fingers inside your desperate hole.

“Two is all you get.”

“Ugh, one more, please.”

“I said, two is all you get.” He repeats, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

“Such a….such a fucking brat, Jeon.” You gasp when he curls his fingers and they brush against a sensitive spot. “Need your mouth.” You beg and he digs back in, his tongue assaulting your bundle of nerves. His warm, wet, slippery tongue is setting you over the edge, your moans filling his ears, filling the room, filling the house. His tongue and fingers fuck you so well, it reminds you of the first time you hooked up with him, how he gave you his full attention.

“So close, Jungkook.” You whine, wrapping your legs around his head. Squeezing him tight as he finally adds in that third finger.

“Gonna-Gonna come.” You warn him, you feel your body tense and get lit on fucking fire as your orgasm approaches.

“Jungkook!” You scream out his name as a huge wave of pleasure washes over you as he continues to lick you up, you move your body around, feeling overly stimulated.

“Okay okay.” You sigh out, completely out of breath.

Jungkook kisses your inner thighs before he is rising from your body. “You were only a little loud.” He pouts, “Might have to fuck you so he can really hear.”

Your eyes widen before you are relaxing beneath him, you can’t help the smirk that draws itself on your face.

“Revenge, right baby?”

[proserpina-magnus]

hi! If you take requests can you write a reader x Remus fluff? where they are usually studying together and helping each other out, talking about books etc. it is obvious for everyone that they like each other, but not for them.

maybe the reader could be a little shy, but really positive? and Remus is completely smitten by her and also feels protective of her?

whatever you decide I’m sure it will be amazing, hope it’s not too much

thank you for your work, you’re truly amazing!

heyy, this has been in my inbox for weeks and I'm so sorry this took so long!! I loved how descriptive you where and I hope that you don't mind that I changed the plot just a tad. Remus kind of confesses to being a werewolf soo.. I hope you like it!! xoxo

Monsters Need Love Too [ R.L ]

word count: 2.5k

[ warnings: female reader, slight jealously, tears, slight possessive behavior/words, clothes sharing, first kisses, had holding, scars, slight talk about violence, Remus's friends embarrass him, flattering ]

editor: @breakingniconicokneecaps

Remus anxiously tapped his foot, you had promised him that you both would meet up for a study session before a big potions test. You had been running late, caught up with fixing your hair or finding missing quills.

Remus kept looking towards the library door, tapping his fingers on the wooden table. There had been cracks of brown throughout the wood, Remus watched eagerly towards the doors as his dainty finger traced over the dark spiral wooden pattern.

He felt his heart putter against his rib cage, a nervous sensation creeping into his mind as he started to worry about you. It had been 10 minutes since you both originated the time to meet up, Remus was just about to stand to go look for you, but you had just hurried into the library.

He watched your frantic state walk swiftly towards him, your hair pinned back with loose strands. He smiled, pushing the chair beside him open. You flopped yourself down onto the opened chair, your books and papers left a thud as you dropped them onto the desk.

"So sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my assignment, I might have to re-do it all," you stammered, opening your books with marked stamps. You sighed, before giving a smile towards Remus. "Oh well, at least I'll have a better understanding of the material,"

Remus looked lovingly towards you, rubbing his sweaty hands on his slacks. He looked towards his own opened book, moving his papers around as he passed you his finished assignment.

"If you want, you can take a look at mine," Remus suggested, but you only shook your head and looked back towards a student who sat across a few tables. The guy you smiled at was Amos Diggory, the captain of Hufflepuff's quidditch team. Amo's had combed back messy blond hair, a boyish grin on his face as he waved towards you. Remus followed your gaze, catching the small interaction. He felt a sense of urgency to have your attention back on him.

"That's alright rem, Amo said he would help me later. Let's work on potions shall we?" You said, guiding your attention back to your books. Remus gave a disgruntled sound, his leg bouncing as it tapped into yours.

"You alright?" You asked, knees twitching every time his own knocked into yours. Remus hummed, lips thin as he focused down on his book. You felt like you did something wrong, a frown forming as you flipped some pages.

After a few moments of awkward silence, your eyes travelled towards the taller male. He was hunched over his book, his hand in a fist that rested on his bouncing thigh.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you mad I'm late?" You mumbled quietly, leaning forward as Remus turned his gaze to you. He saw your pleading eyes, a sad pout on your lips at the thought of upsetting him. Remus concluded that you were just too cute to be mad at, not that he was prior.

"No, I'm not mad," Remus huffed, tearing his eyes away from yours. Truth be told, Remus had no idea why he was so upset. You mumbled at his lame lie, your fingers tracing his wrist as you glided your hand to open up his fist. Remus jerked at the faint touch, eyes pouring at the connecting hands.

"You seem mad," you whispered gently, trying not to cause attention in the silent room. Remus brought his gaze back to your face, seeing your beautiful eyes and a small welcoming smile on your lips. His fingers opened, your own wiggling between them.

"How could I possibly be mad when you look like that," Remus blurted, in a daze. You flushed red at the compliment. You wanted so desperately for him to kiss you, Remus felt the same exact way. Before a gentle kiss could be shared, you turned back around and faced towards your book.

"You flatter too much," you teased, your shoulder bumping in with his. You didn't dare take your fingers away from his, liking the way his scars felt rigid and warm against your palm.

"I don't think I flatter enough," Remus stated, his eyes still trained on your adoring profile. You flushed once more, a swirl in your stomach from his words. Remus gushed himself at your flustered state, denying himself the right to lean in and place a kiss against your red cheeks.

"You know what I think?" You ask, turning your head so you can take a long look into his eyes. Remus leaned forward, his nose almost brushing yours. "What do you think?" He asked in response, his voice a low hum.

"I think if anyone should be flattered, it's you. You're a very attractive young man, if I do say so myself Mr. Remus," you flaunt, a giggle on your lips as you close your eyes from the laugh. Remus smiles, watching the way your cheeks rose with your smile. He was absolutely adoring your giggle form, but it was soon to be crushed by his friends.

"Uh- hello! What's going on here?" Sirius's voice boomed through, the three boys marched over to you two. Your hand fell away from Remus's, a small frown on your lips before you replaced it with a smile.

"We're just studying," you say sweetly, turning around so you can get a good look at them. Sirius raises an eyebrow, a suggestive gaze in his eyes as he stares between you two. Remus grows anxious, wanting his friends to leave as soon as possible.

"Studying what? Human anatomy?" Sirius jeers, a smirk on his lips as he leans closer. James and Peter laugh, obvious to Remus's dire crush on you.

You turn to mush at the gesture, turning back to your book as you hide your glowing face. Remus notices, upset at the way they were getting you embarrassed.

"Leave it pads, go bug off, all three of you," Remus sends a low growl to the male, but the rest of the boys only laugh and continue to talk. James pushes a seat open next to you, Remus giving him a dangerous glare.

"She's very pretty" James gushed, one of his fingers poking your sides. You squirm, but decide to be polite and smile towards James. You can't even tell him a thank you before Remus is telling them off.

"Prongs, get up and piss off," Remus states, his hand wrapping around the leg of your chair as he scoots you away from him. You grab your stuff, placing it in front of you. James frowns, tilting his head to give Remus a puppy dog expression.

"Can I stay?" Peter asked his own pout on his lips. Remus sighs loudly, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No,"

"But moony!" They all chant at once, shushes and glares get shared between you all. Remus sighs one more time, deciding not to freak out and yell at all of them in front of you. The tall brunette collects his stuff, pushing it into his bag in a messy hurry. You frown, watching him pack up. You thought he was leaving with his friends, but Remus starts to take your own books and papers. With his empty hand grabbing yours, He pulls you up, tugging you out the door.

The rest of the boys shout behind him, trying to follow you both. Remus leads you down the hallway, a smile on his lips as he pats your shoulder for some comfort. "One second love, just wait here,"

Remus speeds over to the boys at the other end of the hall, far away enough for you not to hear them. They start to argue, hearing Remus raise his voice. Soon enough, the three boys look towards the ground and scoot away down the opposite hallway.

Remus jogs back over to you, smiling as he runs a hand through his hair. You bring out your hand, making a grabbing gesture. He places his hand into yours, taking the lead as he guides you down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" You questioned, stepping down the switching staircases. Remus turns briefly at the end of the steps, waiting for it to connect with another. "It's a sunny day, let's go sit on the dock,"

"What about our potions test?" You asked, following Remus down the now given steps. He steps onto the cobblestone floors, helping you off the last step.

"It's not until Friday, we have plenty of time tomorrow. You deserve a break," Remus states, pushing open a thin wooden door out towards the back of the huge castle. He takes you down the small hill, holding your hand to protect you from tripping.

"Watch your step," he says, stepping down the small steep hill. His other hand holds your waist, squeezing it between his fingers as he helps you down.

"You're my saviour," you whisper in gratitude, leaning more towards him. The air gets thicker and the breeze grows colder as you step towards the doc.

"You get pleased too easily," Remus comments, his hand squeezing yours. You turn your head, tilting it as you walk against the wooden space.

"Is that a bad thing?" You ask, Remus looked over at you briefly. He has an unreadable face before he shakes his head.

"No, unless you're thanking the wrong person," Remus explains, walking further along the doc. He helps you sit first, following suit as his legs sprawl out. He has much longer limbs, you giggle as he stretches.

"Everyone's so nice, who could possibly be the wrong person?" You wonder, head leaning against his shoulder. Remus sighs, answering that question quickly in his intrusive thoughts. You shiver, tugging your skirt down towards your knees.

"What? Do you think you're bad?" You ask, lifting your head to get a clear look at the boy. Remus lets his head lean down, a frown on his face. You hold a confused expression, your heart aching at the thought. Before you can think, your fingers tilt his head. Remus looks with wide eyes, seeing your saddened expression.

"Remus, you're the nicest person I've ever met," you explain, emotion in your eyes as you talk to him. Remus screams at himself, knowing you had no idea what he really was.

"You need to meet new people," he jokes, but you only shake your head with a deeper frown.

His heart beats quickly, your eyes guiding down to his chapped lips. He picks up instantly on your intentions and he has no remorse to stop them.

Your eyes shut on instinct, lips moving closer to his. Your head tilts, nose brushing against his as you connect mouths. Remus expresses a content sigh, his own eyes closed. His fingers lace through the back of your hair, pulling you closer.

"You don't understand," Remus sighs after the kiss, eyes whisking open. You flutter your eyelashes, sitting back on your legs. You frown, thinking he didn't like the kiss.

"Then make me understand," you tell him, heart hammering inside your chest so loud you might go deaf. Remus smiles, one of his hands still occupied with yours. His other hand cups your face, sliding it through your loose hair.

"You'll hate me once I tell you," Remus whispers, feeling tears burn his eyesight. He wishes he'd never got bitten, he didn't want you to think he was some sort of monster.

You shake your head, leaning closer as you kiss his lips once more. Remus pulls you in, addicted to the way your mouth tastes. He pushes you back slightly, feeling guilty for not telling you what he truly is.

"I'm a werewolf," Remus says, ripping off the bandaid. You blink a few times, not comprehending what he just said. Your eyes dangle down to his scarred hands, your soft thumb tracing a particularly big one.

"Does it hurt?" You quip, eyes looking back into his. Remus feels instantly loved at your small little reaction, his heart swelling as he realizes that you only care whether he's hurt, not that he turns into a killer creature every full moon.

"No," Remus lied, a tear falling from his eye. You nod, happy with his answer. Your cold fingers come to wipe away the lost tear. you lean in for another kiss, but Remus pushes you back.

"I'm a werewolf," he states once again, you nod in understanding. "I can kill you,"

"Do you want to hurt me?" You mumble, Remus feels worried build up from just thinking about it. He shakes his head, head falling as he lets out more tears.

"Then it doesn't matter," you finish, leaning down so you can get your much wanted kiss. Remus leans into it, another sigh on his lips as he pulls you closer. The waves crash against the doc, coating the wood just in front of you with seeping water.

"I can't control myself in that state, I could hurt you," Remus whispers against your lips, his arms wrapping around your sides as he pulls you in. You sigh, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"No, the werewolf would hurt me. It's not your fault, you can't control it," you tell him, sticking with your conclusion. Remus would never dare hurt you and you knew that.

"You're too good, what is a monster like me doing with you, hm?" Remus says, his fingers tilting your chin as he places a generous kiss against your cold lips. A smile decorated on your mouth, you shift closer to him. His body was so warm and you felt so cold, you were almost slipping under his coat for warmth.

"You're no monster," you whisper, Remus notices your shivering body. He felt sick for taking you out to the cold doc, tugging off his coat quickly as he props it on your shoulders.

"I monster wouldn't let his girl freeze to death," he contorts, rubbing your arms to get you to warm up. Your face heats at his words, you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm your girl?" You ask, leaning closer as you shift onto his lap. Remus's long limbs curl around you, bringing you closer as he protects you from the now vicious wind. His hair whips in every direction, the wind so tough you can hear it.

"Yes, you're my girl," Remus juts, standing up with ease as you cling onto him. He adjusts you easily, hiding you inside his big coat. Your head rests against his chest, his arms hiking around your bottom to carry you up the hill.

"All yours," you mumble, happy with the soft protection he was offering. Your arms link around his neck, not daring to let go as he opens up the wooden door once again. He carries you inside, looking around as he spots his friends. They all gap with their mouth wide open, pointing.

"All mine," Remus mutters to you, speeding away from his frantic friends. You keep your eyes closed, letting him take you to wherever he pleases.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

icarus my beloved, may i please request for a zombie apocalypse au (dsmp) and the characters haven’t seen you ever since the apocalypse started and they’ve been trying to find you for a long time, but once they finally find you, you’re already turned. basically how different dsmp characters would react to finding you turned as a zombie :> also i find your stuff ✨imaculate✨

and may i pls be ur 🌧anon?

I lovvvvveeeee Zombie apocalypse AUs. I'm very excited to write this. Also, thank you! I appreciate your compliment!

Yes, you can be! I'll eventually make an Anon list... Eventually.

In order of: Dream, Bad, Tommy (and Tubbo?), Ranboo, Ghostbur, Philza

Tommy's story is Bench Trio while Ranboo's story is more around Boreal Boys.

The Boreal Boys is set around the Antarctic Empire rather than the DSMP.

Edit: Trying to put a cut in. 50/50 on whether or not it worked.

DSMP Reacting to You Being Turned Into A Zombie (Multiple x GN!Reader)

They grunted, stepping over a fallen log as they yanked a crossbow bolt out of the skull of a fallen zombie, shoving it into their bag where other bolts and arrows were wrapped up. Ignoring the murmuring of their companion(s) as they looked over the faces of rotten flesh, thankfully none of them striking a familiar chord in their mind.

"They could still be alive..." They murmured softly under their breath as they walked back to the campsite that they and their companion(s) had originally set up. With a sigh, they plopped down in front of the crackling flame and adjusted the food that had been cooking before a horde of zombies had made their way through the makeshift barricade.

Ignoring the snores of their sleeping 'teammate(s) of survival', they eagerly dug into the food after it finished cooking before pausing mid-bite as they heard a crackling in the branches. Drawing their sword out from the sheath on their hip while they set their food down back into the pan, they spun around to face their possible attacker, silently hoping it was a wild animal they could use for meat, wool or feathers.

Glancing through the forest, they squinted as they saw movement but the firelight only spread so far which wasn't enough to shed light on the figure. With a sigh, they took a burning branch from the fire and lifted it, beginning to walk forward.

Judging by the guttural growls, groans, and scent of rotting flesh, it was definitely a zombie. Lifting the makeshift torch enough, they were able to see the undead being better and squinted, trying to recognize the creature before it turned around.

(H/c) hair... Albeit matted and overgrown, and torn clothing loosely hanging to their rotten skin... But when the zombie turned their head... They'd recognize them anywhere... Even after so long...

(Y/n).

Dream

His breath caught in his throat temporarily and he felt the torch slip from his hand, but it didn't fall.

Gritting his teeth together, he cringed and gripped onto the damaged smiling mask he usually wore.

"Fuck... (Y/n)... FUCK!" He took a few steps back to avoid the lame swipes you took at him.

He was thankful that your movement was hindered to the point where your steps were small shuffles.

"You promised..." He whispered, looking down at his trademark symbol.

It was a gift from you. Two years ago... You had promised... You promised that you would be okay...

And now here you were... Lifeless but alive... Groaning and gnashing your teeth at him...

He faintly heard the pounding footsteps of George and Sapnap behind him, likely having heard him yell.

"Dream?!" George yelled before the steps immediately came to a stop.

"Is that..."

"They promised..." He whined softly before pinching his eyes shut again as anger quickly overtook him. With a fierce battle cry, he swung his sword.

The strike was sloppy, filled with emotion and too much power. He had a feeling that if Technoblade was around still, he would be mocked to death for such a shitty swing.

But this was a brainless corpse. They couldn't rub two brain cells together to even think about dodging. This wasn't his smart, clever... Cunning... Alive... (Y/n)...

So it hit.

The gleaming diamond sword sliced through the rotten skin like a hot knife through butter, especially easier due to the Fire Aspect engraved into the sword.

He took a sharp intake of breath as he heard the horrible screeching noises that came from you as you sunk to the ground, desperately reaching out to him in one last attempt to get even a taste of his flesh.

He turned from your burning body and placed his mask on to cover his face before his friends saw the silver tears in the corners of his eyes, "Let's go."

"Dre-"

"I said, let's go."

They decided not to comment further.

Bad

He slowly felt the torch slip from his grasp and clatter to the ground, burning the dew-soaked grass it had landed on but it didn't matter.

Groaning and snarling at him, you lamely stumbled forward to grab at him, but he grabbed you first.

The Demon cringed slightly at the feel of rotten flesh beneath his fingers, but he held you back from walking forward.

He dodged the gnashing of your teeth as you tried to bite his arm, but he couldn't bring himself to bring the sword through your chest to finally end your suffering...

He glanced in the direction of the camp where Skeppy was still asleep, hopefully anyway...

Bad knew Skeppy would never agree to keep you around, even if you had once been someone very important to him.

Neither of them knew how zombie bites would affect Diamond Sprites or Demons, and weren't too eager to find out.

"(Y/n)... You muffin..." He put a hand on your chin, preventing you from chomping on his arms, "I wish... I wish I could've said goodbye..."

"Maybe I could've protected you..."

"Would you still be alive if I hadn't stormed out that day?"

He continued whispering questions to your mindless form, but his only responses were watery gurgles and the odd groan.

"Muffin... I'm so sorry..." He whispered, lowering his head to look down at you better, lava tears dripping down his cheeks and landing on your rotting away face, causing horrible screeches and snarls to escape from you, but you didn't yank away.

"Bad?!" Skeppy's voice came from the camp, and he looked over his shoulder to stare at the Diamond Sprite, "What... Why are you..."

"I-I... Skeppy... Do you think... If I had done anything different... They'd be alive?" He whispered, moving aside to let his small friend see his former friend.

The blue-skinned male sighed and loaded an arrow into his bow and grabbed onto the string, getting ready to pull it back, "Bad... You can't rewrite history... What's done is done, it's too late for them..."

"Can... Can you...? I don't think I can..." He whispered and finally let go of you, causing your balance to be set off.

The second he turned his back, he heard the stretching of a bowstring before releasing it. He shut his eyes tightly as he heard the familiar impact of a bow hitting mostly rotten but still solid flesh.

He didn't turn around, instead choosing to keep his head down as his friend brought him back to the camp.

"Goodbye, (Y/n)..."

Tommy (and Tubbo?)

He was frozen stiff, his grip tightening on his sword and the torch as he stared down the undead being.

Honestly, if anyone had asked him why he was still fighting through this damned apocalypse, he would say that he was fighting to survive.

No. He was fighting to make sure you were still alive...

Now, what was left?

"For fuck's sake! You were supposed to be alive!" He yelled, no doubt waking up the camp of other survivors.

"You were the only one- Dammit, (Y/n)!" He cried, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks as he threw a punch that connected to your jaw, cracking the weakened bone almost instantly and causing it to hang like an angered Enderman.

He continued to shout at your undead form and cry, ignoring the worried calls and frantic scrambling of his friends from back at the camp.

"You used to be such a great fighter, and you lost to FUCKING ZOMBIES!" He swung his arms around, his mind barely cluing into the fact that he dropped his sword and torch, "You almost beat Technoblade for fuck's sake! Technoblade! And-and..."

'No. No. Stay angry. They lost the fight. They- Don't mourn their stupidity...' He crumpled to the ground in despair, his tears dropping into his lap as he quickly grew deaf to the sound of shuffling feet.

Luckily, someone ran past him and shoved you to the ground with a shield, sending you rolling into a puddle of mud.

"Tommy!" Tubbo cried, setting down the shield as Ranboo quickly looked him over for any bite marks or injuries.

Once he found none, he gave a large sigh of relief and looked over at the corpse that Tubbo had shield bashed away from his friend, "Oh... Wait..." He frowned, struggling to remember the face that was struggling to crawl their way over to them through the mud.

"That's (Y/n)..." Tommy murmured, sounding rather numb, Tubbo and Ranboo noted, "They taught me and Tubbo to fight, back before we lost L'Manberg... They practically raised us... Despite being a similar age... They were so strong... and brave..."

Tubbo's breath hitched as he took another look at the growling creature desperate to feast on their flesh, "N-No... They're too strong to- I don't- No- No!"

"Guys... I know- I- No, I don't know... But we have to leave. They're going to call more zombies- And... We have to kill them..." Ranboo whispered, flinching a bit when Tubbo and Tommy whipped their heads in his direction, fire burning in their eyes.

Tommy's inner flame was the first to die out.

"I know..." He whispered, ignoring Tubbo's cries of protest as he picked up the diamond sword, twisting it in his hand and watching as the torchlight reflected off of it.

"You can't kill them, Tommy- They're like our older sibling-... Were... like... Our older sibling..." Tubbo corrected himself with hesitance and a sniffle as he looked away.

He turned back to your gurgling form and walked over, moving his feet away from your grabs at his ankles while raising his sword.

With a sharp intake of breath, tears continuing to drip down his cheeks as he rose his sword, "I'm sorry..." He whispered before bringing it down through your chest.

Ranboo

Sure, his memory was bad, but he could NEVER forget the face of the name that was scrawled through his memory book.

He stumbled backwards and tripped over a log with a small yelp, his sword and torch falling from his grip.

The water from the recent rain seeping through his torn clothing caused his skin to hiss, and a small whine tore from his throat as he scrambled backwards.

His noises of pain and distress failed to scare the zombie of his former best friend off, instead only persuaded them to lazily drag their feet towards him a little quicker.

Thankfully, although he was deaf to it amidst his panic and sobs, heavy footsteps and the ruffle of feathers echoed through the forest.

"Ranboo?! Mate, are you okay!?" Hands flew to his shoulders while a pink and red blur hopped the log he had tripped on to start a brawl with the zombie.

"DON'T HURT THEM!" He wailed to Techno, fighting against the hands that held his shoulders to reach out at the zombie.

"Heh?!" Techno used his shield to hold you back, dodging the swipes you took at him with your unkempt nails, "Ranboo! They're dead! A zombie!"

Ranboo sobbed louder, fighting the urge to cover his ears at the horrible words, "(Y/n) isn't dead... They aren't... They can't be! No... no...!"

Calloused hands carded through his black and white hair, which would've calmed him down on a normal day, but now... How could he feel anything but despair? His best friend was now a lifeless being...

They promised that they'd see him again, alive, not like THIS!

"Ranboo..." Phil murmured from behind him, likely having finished checking him for bites. The avian pulled him into his chest, allowing him to bawl his eyes out, the fabric muffling his desperate wails and preventing the tears from burning his skin too much.

"You- you said a gapple and a weakness potion could turn them back, right?!" Ranboo cried, looking up at the elder male, "C-can't we try it out on them?!"

Phil and Techno were silent, and the only sounds that were heard were the crackling fire back at the camp and the gurgles of his former best friend.

Perhaps he panicked himself into a light-headed state, or maybe his memory was worse than before because the next thing he knew Techno was dragging a chained and growling corpse while Philza was practically carrying the enderboy who was pretty much twice his height.

The next few days felt like a fever dream. He spent most of his time sitting in front of a cage where the corpse of his friend laid on the cold stone ground.

Phil had doused them in a splash potion of weakness and forced a golden apple down their throat a few hours after they caged them, now it was Ranboo's job to watch over them for any changes and write them down.

"Yeah then Me, Phil and Techno travelled out of the Tundra back on the DreamSMP, and we made our way to the Antarctic, back to the old Empire that they used to rule over..." He rambled onto your lifeless corpse, reading through his memory book to continue telling you stories, even if you were dead.

"Ran...Boo..."

"(Y-Y/n)?!" He threw the book aside and ran over to the cage, only to see the corpse had gained more of a human flesh tone rather than a sickening green, and formerly black, now (e/c) eyes were staring up at the stone bricks that made up the roof.

Ghostbur

He absolutely lit up with a happy squeal.

"(Y/n)! I knew you would make it through this whole apocalypse thing!" The ghost walked over and put his hand on your shoulder, brushing off the way that you didn't flinch away from the intense cold that radiated off of him.

You only continued walking...

"Oh? Do you know of any shelter? Lead the way then!" He chirped, pulling on the lead that was hooked up to the blue sheep he knew as Friend.

The two of you walked through the forests, Ghostbur blabbering away about memories he had involving you both, but he had a tight grasp on something blue the entire time.

You never responded to him, other than the odd groan or gurgle, but the ghost never found anything wrong with it.

Inside, he knew that you were an animated corpse. He knew that you would never be able to lose your three canon lives, and become a ghost.

Instead, you were stuck as a corpse that would perpetually come back to life over and over again until your body completely got destroyed.

Every time he looked at your growling form, he wanted to feel happy, you were back travelling with him! But... You weren't the same person...

"Wil- Ghostbur!" A voice came from behind him, and he saw the father of Aliverbur standing in front of him, sword at the ready.

"Phil!" He chirped, moving beside you and holding your shoulder, so you didn't run towards Philza, "Hey, how's it going man?" He smiled widely.

The flightless avian put his hand on his hat as he watched you reach towards him uselessly, being held back by the ghost of his son, "Ghostbur... That's not..."

"(Y/n)? Yes, it is!" He continued to smile, although it seemed a little forced, "It's just been a while, don't be so negative, Philza Minecraft!"

He sighed heavily, "Wil, that is not (Y/n) anymore. They are a senseless mob!" He reached for his sword, only to blink when Ghostbur quickly ran in front of you.

"No, no! It is! It is them!" He sobbed, his tears burning his transparent skin as his body shook with horrible coughs. "Please... It is... It is..."

"Okay, okay." He put his sword in the sheath and held up his hands in surrender to make Ghostbur stop crying, "It is, it's (Y/n)... Go say hi to Techno and get some food for Friend... I'm going to talk to them."

Ghostbur wiped his eyes with his sweater and eagerly nodded, "Okay! I haven't spoken to Techno in so long, I hope he's been doing okay..." He continued to ramble as he walked to the attached cabins next to the mountain, dragging Friend along.

Philza turned back to you and drew his sword, watching as you dragged your feet through the snow to reach him, "I'm sorry, (Y/n)... He just... Doesn't understand that you're stuck suffering..."

"Philzaaaa!" Ghostbur skipped out the door, pulling his blue sheep along as Philza sheathed his netherite sword, "Where did (Y/n) go?"

The avian folded his wings to his back under his cape as he looked over his shoulder, "Oh, they were going towards the portal. They said they would be back soon."

"Oh, they finally spoke? I'm so proud of them! I'll wait for them here!" Ghostbur smiled widely, completely unaware of the burning corpse hidden behind the trees.

Philza

Maybe he should've felt something more...?

Then again... He was the Angel of Death, he caused and attracted death like a magnet with a knife.

He swung his sword simply, watching as the corpse burned and crumpled to the ground before him with desperate wails and growls.

First Wilbur... Then Tommy... Now (Y/n)... Who was next, Ranboo or Techno?

He sighed, turning away from yet another person who had meant the world to him but was now nothing but rotting burnt flesh on the stark white snow.

"Phil!" Ranboo gave a chirping noise, a static-filled deformed mimic of one of the noises he often made due to his avian genetics, "Are you alright? One of the traps went off an-"

He wanted to smile, he did. He wanted to tell the boy who was practically shaking with worry as he checked him for bites that he was alright.

"It... Was (Y/n)..." He murmured softly, feeling... Oddly calm about the situation... Or was that empty? It was like how he felt after he killed his son...

Ranboo's bi-coloured eyes slowly rose up to meet Phil's blue ones and almost cringed as he saw that he was practically looking through him, "You... Mean, your..."

"Yeah... That's them. B-But it's okay-" He went to say but Ranboo gave an upset growl sort of noise as his monochrome tail wrapped around one of his lanky and abnormally long legs.

"Okay?! Phil, you just killed one of the most important people in your life... You- You aren't okay! You're numb!" The Enderman grabbed his shoulders... And the feeling of floating that he hadn't even noticed came to a sudden halt.

Oh. He was numb... That's why he didn't feel it...

Wait when did Ranboo bring him inside?

He slowly glanced out the window to see the sun had set long ago, and the fire in the fireplace had practically died out. Ranboo was curled up on the couch on the other side of him, and Techno was nowhere to be seen.

'I killed them... Without a second thought...' His mind caught up with the situation much slower than his body had, and he slouched against the arm of the couch he was propped up against.

'I killed them like I killed Wilbur...'

'Terrible person... Horrible...'

'I kill everyone I love...'

'Techno and Ranboo are left... They're in danger from you too...'

"Phil?" A hand grabbed one of the ones that were entangled in his long golden locks, "Hey, hey... I want you to listen to my voice, okay? You're okay... Follow my breathing..."

When did he start crying?