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ventismacchiato · 16 hours ago

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18 stuck with you — cherry blossoms !

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

MORNING AFTER

You wake up, and the remnants of last night’s drinking are still rattling around in your skull. The harsh light streaming through the windows feels like a personal attack, and the dull throb in your temples only adds to the misery. You almost don’t remember everything from the night before. Almost.

The kiss. The sight of Mona kissing Scara. Heizou’s arm around your shoulder. Scara’s eyes, watching. The way you rushed to defend yourself.

You try to roll over, but everything feels off. There's this weight in your chest, a weird, almost sticky feeling in your gut that you can’t shake. The weirdness is because of him.

After dragging yourself into the living room, hoping for a bit of quiet before leaving for breakfast, your eyes find the culprit of your headache. Scara. He’s standing by the door, looking entirely too unaffected by the chaos of last night. The cool indifference he always wears is almost infuriating. You were hoping he’d be feeling just as lost as you.

You’ve always known Scara was beautiful. It's one of the reasons you hated him. It’s why the jealousy burned so fiercely inside you for all those years. His sharp eyes and how they managed to cut through everything, the way his features seemed too perfect to be real, it always made your stomach twist. It made you question why he had to exist in your orbit at all.

But now…now, as you watch him, you feel that old jealousy resurfacing. But this time, it doesn’t feel the same. It feels different.

Maybe it was never jealousy at all. The thought makes your heart skip, and before you know it, you’re staring at him.

Your gaze lingers for too long because all of a sudden he looks back at you. His usual detached expression softens for a split second, and you swear a flicker of something crosses his face. A jolt runs through your spine. Heat floods your face. You can’t help it. It’s like you’ve forgotten how to speak.

Remember. Be flirty. Show him you don’t hate him.

"Good... good morning," you stammer.

He gives you a strange look. “Morning?” he says, before walking past you.

Thankfully, the others arrive, and the group starts moving toward breakfast, leaving you in the dust. Your eyes flicker back to Scara briefly, but you immediately look away again, hoping your face isn’t burning as much as it feels. Lumine, who must’ve noticed your awkwardness, grabs your arm and pulls you back.

"Okay, that could’ve gone better," Lumine starts, voice light but teasing, "I thought you liked him? Why were you glaring at him like that?"

You freeze, mortified. “Not so loud!” you hiss, wincing at the noise in your head. “I wasn’t glaring. I was just… staring. I tried being nice.”

Lumine raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh. Right. Just staring like you wanted to murder him. I thought you were going to flirt?”

You groan internally, the embarrassment already creeping up.

“That was my attempt,” you say weakly.

Venti, trailing behind, chimes in unhelpfully. “You’re hopeless, Yn. How did Xiao’s awkward ass get a man before you did?”

Xiao, walking beside you, frowns. “What do you mean by that?”

Venti flashes a mischievous grin. “I mean, come on. He can barely string a sentence together, and yet, here we are... take some notes, Yn.”

Xiao crosses his arms, scowling, but you roll your eyes, tuning out the back-and-forth. There’s something heavier on your mind.

"I know I’m awkward," you mutter, glancing down at your shoes. "But I don’t think there’s any point in flirting with him. He doesn’t like me, and honestly, I’m just hoping this feeling… goes away."

Lumine gives you a sympathetic look.

“Even if that were true, there’s no harm in trying,” she points out, her voice gentle but firm. She doesn’t press further, though. Instead, the group continues toward the kitchen, the chatter from the other group filling the silence.

As you enter the kitchen, you scan the room. Mona’s already there, looking completely at ease, her eyes bright and unbothered. It’s a little strange, considering she was absolutely hammered out of her mind last night. You glance at Heizou too and he greets you with a smile, but there's a tiredness in his eyes that makes you pause for a moment. His usual carefree demeanor seems worn.

Because of you.

Before you can speak, a voice pipes up from underneath the table. It’s Yae’s voice, muffled but chipper, and she sounds far too cheerful for the morning after what was a particularly chaotic night.

Childe, who was sitting from where she popped up shrieks and practically jumps from his chair. “Don’t do that!”

Yae ignores him, her voice still carrying across the room. "Guess what I just heard? Apparently, last night, Scara and Mona kissed!"

You freeze. Your stomach does a strange flip. Your eyes instinctively snap to Mona, who is sitting across from you. Her face pales as she blinks at Yae in confusion. “We what?!” she exclaims, her tone high with disbelief.

Meanwhile, Scara, who’d been silently sipping coffee, seems to shrink into his seat, his usual stoic mask barely holding up under the weight of the accusation. He looks like he wants to disappear into the floor.

“There was no ‘we,’” Scara mutters, his voice sharp with irritation. “She kissed me. I’m not an asshole to take advantage of a drunk girl.”

Mona slaps a hand to her forehead, groaning in embarrassment. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing,” she mumbles, her face flushed crimson.

You thought you were done with this, but hearing it said aloud still manages to send a strange ripple through your chest. You knew the kiss hadn’t meant anything, especially with Scara’s angry words from last night. It stings, even though you tell yourself it shouldn’t.

Your eyes move back to Scara. His usual guarded expression is there, but you can see the frustration beneath it. He’s trying to act unaffected, but it’s clear that he’s anything but. You wonder if that’s how you’ve always made him feel. Unreachable.

But Mona’s outburst fades, and the silence that follows feels heavier than it should. You catch Scara’s eye again, and this time, you don’t look away. Neither does he. For a moment, he raises a brow at you, and you swear his lips curve ever so slightly.

“Well, that drama was short-lived,” Yae says, breaking the tension. “Can we milk it any further, or are we done here? What about you, Heizou?”

Heizou, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, speaks up. “We actually discussed how Yn holds no feelings for me.”

Yae sighs dramatically. “Why did we bring you three here, then?”

Diluc, who’s been quietly watching, finally speaks up. “I’m having a swell time.”

“Fuck, finally,” Yae huffs, rolling her eyes. “Alright, whatever. We’ve got another activity, and I’m sure it’ll land you all a place in Paradise.”

“Is this one rigged?” Aether pipes up.

“A little,” Yae grins. “I’ll reveal it at the end. Anyway, we’re doing a Scavenger Hunt! Pairs, but since we’ve got an odd number... Heizou, you’re going solo.”

You wince at that, already guilty for rejecting Heizou’s advances all this time.

“You each get an item to collect. Shells, flowers, rocks, etcetera. Nothing too athletic. Go out and explore, and bring back as much as you can,” Yae continues, casually ignoring the obvious tension.

“But you assigned us flowers,” Scara interrupts, “All the flowers are in the woods.”

“Yes, and?” Yae smiles, unbothered.

“And the woods are up in that mountain,” Scara points out, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You want us to climb that?”

Yae simply smiles.

“I don’t like you,” Scara grumbles.

“I love you, too,” Yae laughs. “Moving on, we’ll meet back before lunchtime! Get going!”

୨୧✧

You get paired with Scaramouche, obviously, but unlike the other times you don’t find yourself too mad about it. You both knew no matter how good or bad you did at the game they’d rig it around you both, so you take your time making your way up the trail. Or what you both assumed to be a trail.

You both stood at the foot of the raging path ahead of you, mentally preparing yourselves to walk up it. Scara digs his hand into his pocket and pulls out a handful of gummies.

“I didn’t take you for a sweet tooth,” you murmur.

He scoffs, grabbing your hand with his free one and letting a few fall onto your skin. You try, and fail, to ignore the warmth of his skin upon yours.

“It’s not candy,” he says, walking ahead of you. You stare at the not candy in your palms and then at his retreating back before throwing them back. Anything to help the swirling pit in your stomach.

You don’t talk much. The silence stretches between you, both of you awkward in your own way. You’re searching for something interesting to say, but the words won’t come.

It’s not until you reach a fallen tree that Scara climbs over and reaches a hand out to you.

“Careful,” he says simply.

You take his hand, letting him pull you over, but as you do, your foot catches on a branch. You find yourself pressed against his chest, and for a moment, neither of you moves. He doesn’t pull away until you shift, pulling yourself off him.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, already embarrassed, but then his fingers brush against your cheek.

“You’ve got dirt on you,” he says, his tone surprisingly soft. “Walk slowly.”

Your cheeks burn as you watch him walk ahead, hoping the shade of the trees is doing a better job than your body at hiding the blush creeping up your neck.

Eventually, you both come across a small meadow filled with flowers. You kneel down, picking a few, letting the petals twirl in your fingers. You hear a rustling beside you, and when you look up, Scara is crouched next to you, holding a flower in his hand.

“Here,” he hums, and before you can say anything, he tucks it behind your ear. A gust of wind carries the petals, some of them landing in his hair, and for a moment, the sight takes your breath away.

“I didn’t think sunflowers grew here,” he mutters, pulling the petals from his hair.

“Leave it,” you say, almost breathless. “It’s pretty.”

He stares at you for a long second, his eyes unreadable and a fistful of petals in his hands. He ‘s silent before he lets the petals fall into your hair. “Have them,” he says, his voice low. “They’re like you, anyway.”

You blink, unsure what to say.

“How?” you manage to ask, voice shaking slightly.

Scara eyes you for a beat before answering.

“You follow the sun,” he says, standing up and brushing off his pants. “And people can’t seem to get enough of you.”

He doesn’t look back as he speaks, his gaze fixed ahead. After a beat, he adds, almost offhandedly, “Sunflowers aren’t too bad to look at, either.”

You’re left standing there, watching him walk away, his words hanging in the air like a soft, lingering echo.

Maybe you weren’t a sunflower. Maybe you were a cherry blossom instead. Cherry blossoms fall at five centimeters per second, and you’ve been

falling

…falling

……falling

since the day you met him. Even if there wasn’t any gravity on Earth, you’d probably fall for him eleven times out of ten.

୨୧✧

You both reach the peak, breathless. Neither of you were exactly built for this. “Rock,” you manage to say, sinking onto it before Scara can even respond. The sweat trickling down your neck probably isn’t doing your attempt at flirting any favors.

He sits down beside you, letting the flowers you picked tumble to the ground. The sun filters through the trees, but you still get a decent view of the ocean. You glance to your left. Scara’s staring at it, the wind ruffling his hair.

Your head spins, but you can’t tell if it’s from the lack of oxygen or because of him. “Sorry about your mom,” you say, trying to break the silence. It’s also a way to make up for not checking in on him last night. You never did see if he was okay. You probably should’ve. He chuckles softly, the sound surprising in its warmth.

“Not your fault.” You fall quiet after that, the words you want to say stuck somewhere in your throat. “Just spit it out,” he says, leaning back on the rock, eyes still on the horizon. He always knows when you’re holding back. “If your mom hadn’t paid Mona off, would you have kept dating her?” you ask, the question slipping out before you can stop it. You expect him to scoff or brush you off, like he usually would. But his answer comes quickly

“It wouldn’t have lasted anyway,” he says, voice low. He picks a flower from your discarded bouquet and twirls it between his fingers. “We weren’t suited for each other. She hated how much I focused on work, and said I was too much. I just wish she’d broken up with me herself, though.” You nod, his words strangely comforting. “Besides,” he adds casually, “All we ever did was have hate sex.” You choke on a surprised laugh, coughing at the suddenness of it. And then…he laughs. Actually fucking laughs. The sound is so rare, you find yourself wanting to drown in it. “Prude,” he teases, watching you with a sly grin. You compose yourself, shooting him a glare. “Not a prude.” “I beg to differ.” You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat. Another question bubbles up, one you can’t resist asking. “Was she your first?” He’s silent for a beat, then answers with a firm, “Nope.” “Was she your only?” He glances at you, brows raised. “Why do you care?” Because you like him. Maybe it’s something a little more than that. Something you haven’t dared to admit to yourself yet. The answer is right there on your tongue, but you swallow it down.

“Just being nosey,” you say, trying to brush it off. “Didn’t think you could pull anyone else.”

He shrugs, nonchalant. “She wasn’t. But after her, I stopped having casual sex.”

You scoff. “But I heard you’ve hooked up with half the industry?”

“What tabloid did you read that in?” he smirks. “You know there’s shit other than sex, right? Or do I need to give you sex ed?”

His words hang in the air, the implication making your cheeks flush with heat. You must’ve looked taken aback, because he doesn’t hesitate to press on.

“Half of them were just blowjobs backstage.”

You choke from his words again.

“God, you are a prude.”

“Shut up,” you muster out before continuing, “Don’t you miss it? I thought you liked…sex?”

His smirk is there before you even have a chance to respond. “Well, yeah. Who doesn’t?”

You stop, unsure why you even care enough to ask. Well, you were pretty sure. You’d thought he’d just shut you out.

“What, spit it out,” He presses, and you almost want to avoid his gaze, but you can’t.

“Wouldn’t someone like you get...?” you murmur, barely above a whisper, feeling the heat rising in your neck.

He stared at you. Then he shifts, almost as if to tease.

“Do I need to explain to you what self pleasure is? Ever heard of mastur–.”

“Shut up!” You cut him off, shoving his shoulder, your heart pounding in your ears. But he just smiles, grins, really. And you can’t help but notice how that smile hits you harder than it should.

How had you gone so long without seeing it?

By the time you and Scaramouche make it back down, your heads are clearer, and the afternoon sun is already at its peak. Lunchtime. Scanning the scene, you both realize you’ve managed to collect more of the required items than anyone else.

“We got distracted,” Venti mutters, holding up the single, sad shell he and Aether managed to gather.

“It’s no matter,” Yae waves him off with a dismissive flick of her hand. “This whole thing was rigged anyway.”

Lumine, ever observant, scans the group. “Aren’t we missing a few people?”

“Oh right, I completely forgot,” Yae laughs lightly, tapping her chin. “Heizou and Mona took off while you were all busy with the game.”

You’re a little taken aback by the news. You’d been hoping to talk to Heizou again before he left, but now... you’re not so sure. Maybe it’s better left unsaid. You’ve probably hurt him enough as it is.

Scaramouche’s reaction to his ex leaving couldn’t be more different.

“Thank the Archons,” he mutters, clasping his hands together in exaggerated relief, causing Kazuha to shoot him a bemused side-eye.

“Anyway,” Yae interrupts, snapping the group’s attention back to her, “Back to the show. Let’s see the results.” She glances around at the gathered group, raising an eyebrow. “Good grief, did any of you actually try? The one couple we rigged was the one that won.”

Xiao speaks up dryly. “You told us to collect rocks.”

“Yeah, and those,” Yae hums, tapping her chin and gesturing toward the small pebbles in Kazuha’s palms, “Are definitely not rocks. Never mind that, though.” She raises her voice slightly, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “The pair who collected the least will be spending the night on this island, while the rest of you get to go to Paradise.”

She feigns a gasp, dramatically sweeping her gaze across the group. “Congratulations to everyone except Scaramouche and Yn! You two will be spending the night here on this hell island, while the rest of us head to Paradise... including the crew!”

The others around you celebrate, but your thoughts are elsewhere.

Tonight, everyone will be gone.

And it will just be you and him.

Alone.

[00:00:00] GOODBYE INTERVIEW ONE

YAE: So, how does it feel to go home empty handed?

HEIZOU: Honestly, I got the closure I needed.

YAE: But not the lover you wanted?

JEAN: YAE!

YAE: Sorry, sorry!

HEIZOU: [LAUGHS] It’s alright. I get it. But yeah.

YAE: Anything you would’ve done differently?

HEIZOU: [QUIET FOR A FEW MOMENTS] Probably have gotten to know Yn a bit more. I would’ve saved a lot of money on snacks they didn’t actually like.

YAE: What a gentleman! Great send off. We’ll miss you, Heizou!

HEIZOU: [SMILES] I’m sure you will, bye.

YAE: And cut!

[00:32:10] GOODBYE INTERVIEW TWO

YAE: So…how are we feeling girl?

MONA: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GUYS LET ME GET SHITFACED ON TV!

YAE: [LAUGHS] It made for great television, how are you feeling?

MONA: So embarrassed. But I’m glad I came and put on a show. Any publicity is good publicity.

YAE: And what about the ex you left on that island? Any regrets about him?

MONA: Oh believe me, a lot. But, I shall just carry on with my life! I’ve embarrassed myself enough on this hell island.

YAE: [LAUGHS] Fair enough. Any jealous feelings towards anyone else on the island?

MONA: [ROLLS EYES] You know what you’re doing. I’ve lost enough fans from trying to kiss Scara. I’ll say no comment.

YAE: Well, I tried folks. Goodbye, Mona!

MONA: Mwah!

YAE: CUT!

stuck with you!

masterlist — prev | next

me googling where sunflowers and cherry blossoms grow and then realizing it isn’t that deep so just pretend for me okay thanks

scara taking an edible to try and flirt he’s so real

peep the lyrics in scaras story like YN OPEN UR EYES but yeah at this point yn is coming to realize scara might like them back 🤭

kinda insecure about this chapter so pls lmk if u liked 😣 pls comment or send me an ask if u enjoyed i need motivation 🤗

comment on the MASTERLIST if i can use ur user as a fan in the au!

notes — i’ve gotten like 8 hours of sleep in total last week i’m lowk goin thru it guys i hate college 😭 pls send me asks about swy or anything i need motivation i’m bashing my head into da wall as we speak

synopsis — after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

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kaissatou · 2 days ago

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NAMGYU DAEHO 3SUM OR DRYHUMPIMG NAMHYUUUUUUBPLSPLSPLSPLS

you ask and you will receive ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ this also makes me feel good because I got a comment about the dry humping being weird but smh i’m just a girl!! there is also no plot here btw. i am a slut (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) (18+)

Being stuck between two needy men wasn’t how you envisioned your night to go. Your dress is thrown into a messy pile, a cacophony of Namgyu, Daeho, and you.

“Please, just, lemme put it inside,” Daeho whined messily, drool from his sloppy kisses coating your neck in a thin glaze, his hickies adorning your neck shining and glistening and burning a flush red under his hot gaze. He’s so eager, sucking dark bruises into your skin, knowing they’ll leave indents, marks and memories of him.

He’s jerking off his needy cock off with his free hand, letting out the throatiest, vocal moans, his fingers slipping up and down so easily due to his previous orgasms.

You tut, shaking your head as you look up at him with wide eyes. He’s practically begging like a puppy. Pre-cum leaks from his tip in small spurts, each one accompanied with a grunt or a mewl.

Namgyu isn’t much better, grinding his boxer-clad cock against the material of your flimsy panties. Each messy rut would have your body shaky, if it wasn’t for Daeho holding you steady in place. He’s trailing his hands down the valley of your breasts, murmuring praises into your neck, sending vibrations right down to your pussy.

Namgyu’s dry-humping you, his face flush against your bare stomach, nipping at the skin as he thrusts back and forth, up and down. Breathing in your scent like an animal as he ruts like a madman. The bed is creaking in a symphony adorned with your croaky, fucked out mewls.

He pulls back (somehow having enough self restraint) and admires the mess of purple bruises kissed against your skin, hungry for more. And then an invisible string is pulling his face towards your panty clad pussy, licking a long stripe against the cotton.

Namgyu is a messy eater. Soon enough your panties are completely soiled through, a mess of your heady arousal and his drool. He brings a heavy hand up to fumble your neglected clit, still hidden away under your ruined panties. Daeho kisses you once more, passionate and sloppy, before turning his attention towards your pussy. Suddenly he’s swatting Namgyu away, who wipes his mouth with half lidded eyes.

Namgyu pulls your panties down your legs, clenching them in a loose grip as he tries to regain his composure, while Daeho lathers 2 of his lengthy digits on your greedy pussy, lapping up your arousal- and then he’s pushing them inside. His skill-full fingers fill you to the brim, hitting your sweet spot with a high pitched whine.

The second your short and sweet whine hits the air Namgyu is shutting you up, shoving your soiled panties into your mouth. He caresses your neck and then shoves the panties just a bit further inside your wet cavern, leaving you speechless, (literally.)

Daeho’s still scissoring his fingers inside of you, back and forth, in and out, rendering you thoughtless. Namgyu brings his rough hand down to once again thumb at your clit with calloused fingers, pinching the small nerve and making you squeal, muffled against the panties, before he resorts back to rubbing in tight, firm circles.

And then Daeho’s speeding up his movements too, and suddenly it all becomes too much when Namgyu holds your clit between two fingers squeezing the bud so deliciously. Your gooey pussy is leaking so much arousal, and Daeho’s doing his best job of pushing it all back into you with each thrust.

And when you finally cum, they’re both eagerly lapping it up out of you, like starved men.

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cvnntagious · 24 hours ago

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:: babydaddy!matt finally confronts brat!reader about her sudden distance, but it doesn’t quite go as expected

conversations like these were hard for matt, to say the least — he hated to feel like he was overstepping boundaries you'd so carefully set in any way, but he had to. everything was going so well between you two. for it to all suddenly slip between his ringed fingers like water? he couldn't just sit back and let you push him away like this.

with the silence in the living room, save for the cartoon mazzy had fallen asleep watching beside matt, he felt a familiar yearning in his chest. now had to be the time. he was done psyching himself out of words like he had the past week now.

standing from his spot, careful not to wake the sleeping toddler, matt practically tip-toed over to your bedroom. your head snapped up when you heard the three soft knocks on your door frame, assuming it was matt getting ready to tell you he was heading home for the night, like had become recent routine. matt then cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets in a brief moment of silence. "you're gonna have to tell me what's wrong eventually, " he finally spoke up, heart pounding in his eardrums like they never had before.

"what?" was your immediate reply, playing dumb as your deadpan facial expression remained unwavering.

matt's eyebrows immediately furrowed, knowing you were just playing games with him now. he couldn't be too upset though, or else he'd never get to the bottom of all your weird behavior. "baby, is it something i did?" he questioned, completely disregarding your clueless act, "we can talk this through; we always do. you just have to tell me what's wrong."

the way you looked at him - like he were some sort of lunatic standing in front of you - he couldn't say it didn't hurt. always being 'mr. fix it' was getting exhausting, and for probably the first time since he met you, matt began to wonder if it was all really worth it. all the games you played, tugging at his heart strings and using your guys' child to manipulate him... there had to be something more out there, right? was driving him crazy fun for you?

a clear desperation wrote itself all over matt's face, his expression as he stood so timidly in your doorway making you want to crawl out of your skin. “matt…” you trailed off, shifting your seated position in your bed.

“what?” he replies, voice coming out in an almost whine-like manner. he felt this insatiable sense of dread wash over him, like he somehow knew what you were going to say before you even said it.

but when you remained silent, he just couldn’t take it anymore. “y- y’know what, forget i even said anything,” he finally breathed out, an empty feeling at the idea of giving up so easily — there was nothing else he could do, though. he knew how you were: if you didn’t want to talk, you simply weren’t going to. that’s what he told himself.

and he began to turn away, one hand clinging to your doorframe as if it were telling him he needed to stay. “matt, come sit.”

he stopped in his tracks, ears practically perking up at the sentence. his head instantly snapped in your direction, bright blue eyes widened in surprise when they caught you patting the empty space of your bed in front if you. he almost didn’t believe it, all the negative emotions that had once rushed through him in painful waves seeming to instantly subside as a glimmer of hope fluttered in his chest.

maybe that was stupid of him, but this was a real step for you two. a big one, he was sure of it. he wasted no time in taking a few steps across the room to reach you, carefully sitting in front of you. watching as matt bit the inside of his cheek in anticipation, a nervous habit he’s had all the time you’ve known him, you took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

matt was so ready. he needed to know what was wrong, eyes eagerly scanning your face at the idea of you finally opening up to him after all this time. “you know you’re a great dad, right?” you muttered, your words much different than what he’d expected.

that caught him off guard, a small twitch in his features telling you he was a bit confused. he wasn’t sure what mazzy had to do with any of this. you two were co-parenting just fine, always have been, whether you were on good terms or not. but he kept quiet, silently urging you to explain yourself.

“and you’re so loving–full of emotions that…” you paused, trying to think of the right words.

somehow, matt was catching on, no longer so pleased with the idea of you ‘opening up’ to him anymore. it was like you’d taken him on a roller coaster he didn’t sign up to ride, and he hated that. “…that i can’t handle.”

right, he knew that. matt knew you were never fond of his big emotions, always telling him he can be too much at times. and he understood. he never wanted to put whatever he was feeling onto you. he wasn’t, though; he knew he wasn’t. so what’s all this about?

it took a moment for matt to think up a response, sighing a bit before he cleared his throat. “i don’t get what that has to do with you acting all weird. i’ve only been trying to keep us together… as a family,” he opposes, shrugging a bit to seem less caught up about this than he actually was.

too quick for matt’s comfort, you nodded, a small hum following. “does that apply to the sex, too?”

almost taken aback, his mouth opened as if he were ready to say something, but nothing came out. “you suck at no strings attached, matthew. i know what you’re thinking every time you come around,” you added, each word like a barbed blade stabbing at an open wound. was this too cruel? no, it couldn’t be—you were only telling him the truth, and god, did he need to hear it. “you think that whenever we’re sleeping together, we’re on ‘good terms’, like it’s grounds for fixing everything and becoming one happy family where your daughter’s parents are happily in love.”

you had him there and he knew it, but for you to just sit and tell him all his efforts are for nothing so easily? he knew there had to be something more to it. you weren’t telling him something. “but when we’re not-”

“it doesn’t work that way. now go home, matt”

and don’t ever say matt was in denial because he’s not… at least, that’s what he told himself as he did the walk of shame from your apartment to his car, that nagging feeling of yearning he’d felt earlier somehow worse now.

w/c : 1.1k

a/n : there will be no part two

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

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limpurtikles · 1 day ago

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This is obviously a bit weird but I cannot bring myself to feel even a smidge of hate or even discomfort about it because I know that, if you showed this to Wallace himself, he'd genuinely be all giddy and say things like "Well bless me britches, this is truly magnificent! You really captured how much I love cheese and my favourite doggie! Jolly good!"

If you showed this to Gromit he'd probably do a double take, stare at it for a few seconds, and the slowly turn his head to give you his trademark Stare

The Swisstine Chapel

#wallace and gromit #fanart #aardman #Wallace and gromit art #Wallace #gromit

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corpsedogs · 3 days ago

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✿ just this once.

jason todd x f! reader

( ♡ he lets you experiment on his face )

You were sitting in front of your dresser, doing your usual skincare for the day. Behind you was Jason, laying down on your bed and reading something in his hands.

You glanced at him from your mirror. The blankets were pulled up on his lap as the lamp was faced towards the book in his hands to help him read clearly. His white streaks were slightly messy, as it stood up on his forehead.

Then your eyes trail on his face, the lamp softly dimmed on his face as you looked at it for a moment. Then, your eyes trail on your skincare products then an idea lit in your head.

“Jason?” you called his name, watching as he looked at your direction.

His eyes went from your book in his hand to your reflection in the mirror. He closed his book and placed a bookmark on a page. “Yeah?” he answers back.

You held your smile as you pretended to ponder a bit, you turned your seat to look at him with a small smile. “Can I do something? It’s not much.” you asked him, Jason raised his brow, curious on what you were plotting.

"Depends on what it is," Jason replied, his eyes flickering with curiosity as he looked back at you. "What did you have in mind?"

“Depends,” Jason replies, placing his book on the side of the bed, “Do I need to get up?” he asks. You only shook your head as you got up and took your skin care bottles, “No, it's alright.”

He watched as you took your skincare products as he automatically shifted on the bed to make room for you, “Alright,” he said “What are you doing?”

You hummed as you made your way to the bed, placing your skincare products on the soft mattress. “Can I put these on you?” you asked with a smile on your face.

Jason furrows his brows as he looks at the bottles then you with a funny expression, “You want to put a bunch of sticky stuff on my face?” he asked as he tilted his head to the side a bit. “You’ll look real better.” you replied, “Come on, it’ll feel real good.” you coed as you scooted closer to his side.

Jason couldn't ignore the feeling stirring in his chest as you scooted closer to him. Your smile was infectious, and it made his stern expression soften slightly. But he still wasn't completely convinced. "I don't know if I want to walk around with a bunch of stuff on my face."

You slightly frowned as leaned your chin on his shoulder, “It’s just this once. I won’t do it again.” you said, looking at him with those eyes.

Jason looked at you for a moment as he watched your pleading look, then finally he gave up and sighs. "Fine," he conceded, "Just this once. But if it makes me look like a weirdo, you're going to hear about it for days."

You beamed as you got up from his shoulder and began to sort through your products. As you splatted some liquid in your hands you looked up at him, “You won't regret this I swear.”

"I sure hope I won't," he scoffed. "Just make it quick, I don't have all day." You then beamed as you started dabbing and smearing products all over his face. Jason couldn't help but wince, the sticky, sticky texture felt foreign on his skin, and he found himself flinching every now and then.

"This is really weird," he grumbled, yet his tone was laced with a bit of amusement “How much longer do I have to put up with this?" You only hummed as you placed some more moisturizer on his face, “It takes like fifteen minutes. Just relax.”

Honestly, you were surprised that he easily said yes. He wasn’t one to judge you whenever you use some skin products. If ever, you were really happy that he said yes. “Why do you keep flinching?”

“Ever got condiment on your face?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes “You can’t possibly compare this to condiments.”

"Can't I? It feels just as weird," he retorted, he didn’t mean it though, he kind of likes this. You ignored his retort as you went over your pouch to find something. Jason peeked at whatever you were looking for, god hopes it isn’t anything ridiculous.

“And what is that?” he points as you took out a sachet. You turned to him with a small “Face mask.” you replied as you began to tear the sachet off.

Jason's eyes widened a bit as you tore the sachet open and revealed a face mask. "You're really going all in, huh?" he crossed his arms. "And what am I supposed to do with that thing on my face?"

You begun to place the mask over his face, “Nothing, you just wait till your face feels fresh.” you answered him, “besides, this is my last one so I’m gonna use it on something productive.”

Well.. Jason couldn’t argue with that logic. He slouched his shoulders as he accepted his face, staying still as you placed the mask on his face. He took the opportunity to steal a glance at you, he saw your eager and determined look and he can’t help but think its endearing.

When he was distracted, you couldn’t help but snap a photo of him. When he was distracted, you couldn’t help but snap a photo of him. His eyes suddenly darted to you for a moment, noticing the flash from your phone.

"Are you taking pictures of me now?" he frowns. You only smiled to your phone as you looked at the photo, “If I take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you said.

Jason huffs as he looks at you in disbelief, what is he going to do with you? "Show me.” he says, reaching out for your phone. You gave him a mirror instead, “No way you have that.”

Jason took the mirror and took a look. His reflection looked so.. unamused? The face mask covering his face and the expression he was wearing didn't help in making him feel any less like an idiot.

He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Do I really look like this?" he asked. “You can take it off now if you want.” you replied. As he removed the mask and threw it on the trash bin beside him, he took the mirror again and looked at himself.

You peeked on his side, looking at him “What do you think? You look nicer now right?” Jason inspected himself in the mirror, tilting his head from side to side as he observed his reflection.

"I think I actually look a bit less like a complete lunatic," he admitted. "You're right, I do look a bit nicer now.”

He couldn't deny the small pang of joy he felt from seeing you happy and content. He couldn't explain why, but.. seeing you enjoy something as mundane as applying clay textures on his face made him feel a little warmth in his chest.

It was stupid but still.

"You're really into this skincare stuff, huh?" he says, leaning on the headboard as he watches you fix yout stuff. “Not so,” you replied. “I just like it when you let me do stupid things.”

"Stupid things, huh?" he repeated, “So you think this whole skincare thing is stupid?" you shrugged, “It probably is to you.” Jason scoffed, he never thought he would be sitting around letting someone apply skincare on his face.

You chuckled at his scoff, “What I’m saying is.. you’d let me do anything to you which is nice.” you said, “You always do.”

His expression softens you. he admitted, his tone genuine. "Well, its cause I don't mind. I just don't want you to expect I'll say yes every time, alright?"

“I’ll try.” you replied.

🍓 my first fic!! please reblog and comment, it helps a lot

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otiksimr · 2 days ago

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I feel like Deathgrippers would work better as a bipedal dragon. Just the fact that they walk on their grabbers is a bit weird.

Or at least they should have stronger back legs so they can have an easier time holding down prey.

#kos speaks

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wakasaswifee · 2 days ago

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TASTE | RIN ITOSHI | 18+

Aged up, cunnilingus/eating out, dirty talk, not proofread

Rin itoshi x reader

NSFW under the cut

I headcanon that Rin Itoshi is crazy good with his tongue. For obvious reasons.

And once he finds out how good he makes you feel with just a flick of his tongue against your clit, you best believe he'll use that to his advantage whenever he can.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

Rin had his hands on your thighs, keeping them open so you don't close them from overstimulation.

His hands were wrapped around the upper portion, gripping the plush of your thighs, his thumb rubbed soothing circles against your skin. Completely contradictory to the abuse happening on your clit.

His head was buried between your legs. The warm muscle of his tongue pumping deep inside of you; your juices flowing down his chin and onto the mattress.

When Rin has his lips pressed against your slick folds, the only thing that matters is you, the way you feel and making you feel good. He was always so concentrated on you that his surroundings didn't matter.

"Fuck. You're so wet. So sweet. The way you're clenching is making me think you're close."

"Are you, hm? You wanna cum on my face, wan'a cum in my mouth?"

The way he said it made it sound like a question but both of you knew it was a statement.

"Yea.. ri-rin.. wanna cum.. please" you whined, your voice breaking as tears streamed down your face.

He had used the shirt you were wearing to tie your hands to the bed frame. Rin doesn't like it when you try to push him off and tell him "it's too much" or "no more".

Of course he's only doing this so his pretty girlfriend can feel good and help you relieve some stress. Seeing you cry and trembling beneath him is only a bonus.

"Rin.. please, 's too much"

"Shh, quiet, you're doing so good for me, yeah? I'll let you cum soon, pretty"

Rin moved his tongue to your puffy and swollen clit, taking it between his teeth making you jump.

"Rin!!"

He ignored your cries, pressing his tongue flat against your folds, and dragging it across, touching and teasing every part of you.

"Your pussy is so sensitive, I can't get enough of it" Rin mumbled. Pushing 2 fingers inside your neglected hole. He stretched you open, not getting enough of how you sucked him in and clamped around him. The younger itoshi was knuckles deep in, your previous orgasm trickling down his long fingers.

"Close, huh? Cum for me" he kissed your pussy, pulling his fingers out and taking them into his mouth like a man deprived of water.

Rin kept his eyes on you as he slurped up whatever you were giving him. His gaze had you squirming, pulling at the restraints. You sniffled, bitting down on your tongue as you clenched around nothing. The weird feeling in your stomach only increased.

You didn't even have the chance to tell Rin or let alone utter a word before his tongue dove back inside of you. Lapping at your pulsating hole. Swallowing up your release, trickling down his chin, licking his lips to make sure none of it goes to waste.

He pulled back, sitting up between your legs. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

He couldn't help but grin at your pouty, tear stained face.

"You taste amazing, baby" the murmur of rin's voice sent a sudden jolt down your spine, leaving you breathless like every other time.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock fanfic #blue lock smut #blue lock scenarios #blue lock manga #rin x reader #itoshi rin #rin smut #rin itoshi #bllk rin #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock rin #bllk smut #rin headcanon #headcanons

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cullenbluewrites · 1 day ago

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Hello! Remember me? Hi, happy new year. I have returned because recently thought of a TF Animated version of this specific brand of shenanigans.

Basically, Sari, being part Cybertronian herself, would probably be able to make Sparkling Distress Cries™ with zero effort (I’m thinking of this pre-reveal so they don’t know she’s Cybertronian). Would this give the autobots the mechanical equivalent of an aneurysm? Probably. Would it have devastating effects on the Decepticons (who have not seen newsparks since LONG before their banishment)? Absolutely. Does Sari use this power responsibly? Fuuuuck no.

* She does it at the constructicons (who have never even heard of a sparkling) and the autobots come to the rescue… only to find the two cons on the floor begging her to stop the guilt is killing them. If they were human they’d be crying inconsolably.

* Lugnut’s reaction was a shocker. She did it at him mid battle (he was just about to use The Punch) and he just freezes, then VERY SLOWLY lowers himself down in an attempt to seem non threatening and tries to soothe what he has decided is a very strangely shaped sparkling (and not a frame walker because he is NOT dealing with that. No thank you Unicron).

* Blackarachnia doesn’t really know how to handle the situation. She’s quietly trying to sooth Sari and also trying to check if the child is a fellow techno organic as gently and politely as she can. (The fact she was correct is an irony not lost on any of team prime).

* Blitzwing was also caught mid fight, and he just flat out panicked. He just instinctively scooped Sari up and tried to shuffle away from the battlefield/out of danger while Sari continued to make ‘I’m being murdered’/‘this is the scariest moment of my life’ sounds. Blitz honestly looks like he’s gone into shock, all three faces are Alarmed™. The Autobots drop their weapons and have to cajole the panicked triple changer into please giving them THEIR sparkling back. He eventually does and then books it. Sari appreciated that his first instinct was to try protecting her at least.

* Starscream (mid battle, naturally) seems to quite loudly go through all the different stages of grief (while panicking), before just nopenopeNOOOPE-ing his way out of there. He doesn’t know how to deal with this and it’s making him feel a lot of emotions. And maybe a bit depressed? And you know what maybe the clones he planned on making shouldn’t be used as disposable soldiers, they deserved more than that, they came from him after all! Frag it he’s starting a seeker colony on that uninhabited red planet nearby and NO HE DOES NOT HAVE EMPTY NEST SYNDROME shut up.

* Shockwave, if he encountered her, would just be like “huh. Fellow shapeshifter, but small and very young”, move her to once side (near a food source, he’s a professional and he has standards) and continue on his way.

* Megatron feels immensely conflicted about the whole situation. He doesn’t particularly like the fact this organic? (he’s pretty sure that’s an organic. Maybe. Maybe not) is somehow able to sound like a newborn in apparently excruciating pain. He also wants to at least try and sooth it, which is a weird sensation. This is a strange situation, he’s not used to this. He’s… he’s going to call a tactical retreat. This is giving him a processor ache now.

The result back in the Decepticon base is Prof Sumdac watching the constructions having a mental breakdown, Megatron nursing a headache and asking him where the pit he got his progeny from, a rather baffled looking Lugnut, and Blitzwing depressed in the corner because he ended up also getting empty nest syndrome and is handling it badly. Sumdac feels a bit sorry for them.

——

Bonus is her doing it at the Elite Guard to fuck with them. She makes a series of Pissed Off Sparkling chitter at them (aka the ‘leave my guardians the pit alone’ noises). Ultra Magnus just blue screens for a minute or two because What? Jazz backs off but emphatically requests an explanation because organics shouldn’t be able to do that, right? Right? The Jettwins pause for a moment, before deciding to Not Question It™ and chitter back at her. Sentinel shrieks “Frame Walker!!” and runs away screaming. Bumblebee seizes his moment and proceeds to chase him around with her. Optimus… doesn’t have it in him to stop them. This is karma.

I got the image of the Jack, Miko and Rafael learning to imitate Distressed/terrified Sparkling cries and using them against the decepticons. It’s a very efficient defense mechanism. Every cybertronian who heard them is freaking out because oh primus how is the squishy thing making that noise and I gotta protect it at all costs. The sheer chaos that would ensue as the ‘protect/rescue the sparkling’ programming kicks in full force.

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The vehicons are clustered at the other end of the room panicking. They don’t know what to do. The human sparklings are looking right at them and making distress noises. The guilt is killing them.

Knockout going “is the car form less alarming?! If I turn into a car will you stop seeing me as the threat?!”

Breakdown is having a breakdown.

Starscream pinned to the wall on the other side of the room having an internal crisis. He doesn’t like this. Make it stop.

Soundwave makes no noise but you can FEEL the sheer distress radiating off of him.

Megatron is frozen. No thoughts, head empty. He’s not moving at all. He doesn’t know how to handle this.

——

The autobots have mixed feelings about this. They’re glad the kids have a way of defending themselves but please don’t do it near them. They’re stressed out enough as it is.

(This might sound kinda dumb but I thought it was kinda funny. Very tired while writing this)

Wait no this is actually brilliant.

The Decepticons never anticipated their long buried parental nature to be used against them. No one did. But they day the human children turned up on the battlefield looking far too confident, every Bot and Con present had the all encompassing feeling that something was terribly wrong. Their suspicions were quickly confirmed when, before the Decepticons could do much of anything to get the relics they were after, Rafael began to wail.

Normally, human screams meant nothing. But there was a certain pitch that sounded so close to a cry of distress from a sparkling that, to warriors who had not heard a sparkling in millennia, it was enough to send them running to help. In this case, the issue was only compounded as the children scattered like mice and started making the same noises. The Decepticons could hardly focus on the Autobots booking it to the relics as they frantically tried to locate the fictitious sparklings calling for aid.

The Vehicons managed to get to Jack, but he just kept looking up at them defiantly. Every time one of the dozen or so Vehicons on the field tried to grab him, blast him, or otherwise hurt him, Jack would chirp like a sparkling and send all of them scurrying back. It wasn't cute to the Vehicons. Having never seen actual sparklings but still having the coding needed to adore them, they looked at Jack and saw a weird frame-walker. They weren't sure what to do about it except try to haul themselves away while also keeping a vague circle around the human male.

Miko on the other hand made it a point to chase after Megatron and Soundwave, screeching like a sparkling about to be shredded. Neither stopped for her, but Megatron completely lost his train of thought every time that screech rang out. He could have been aiming at Optimus with a perfect head shot and he would be unable to fire as Miko's distressed sounds rang out in his audials. He KNEW she wasn't a sparking. His coding wasn't even that strong. But by Primus, hearing her screech was the same as watching a civilian get run over by a bus, repeatedly. Focus was impossible.

Soundwave wasn't much better. He didn't react outwardly, but the slowing of his steps and the way he tried to sidestep Miko gave away his distress. He avoided her like the plague, trying to refocus but being unable to really get far as Miko screamed like a demon. It was a fight against the Unmaker himself to keep Soundwave from bolting over to collect the sparkling who sounded so very upset.

Rafael, for his part, followed Miko's lead and harassed the other three members of High Command most often found out on the field. Breakdown ran screaming the moment Rafael started chirping at him. This was both out of fear of the frame-walker and to escape the inevitable overreaction of his coding. He may or may not have attempted parkour once or twice to get as far away from the smallest of the humans as possible.

Knockout tried to ignore Rafael when the kid chirped up at him, he really really did. But how does one ignore the Cybertronian equivalent of a soaking wet kitten meowing up at you? Simply put: you don't. Knockout gave in and quickly dropped down to try and soothe the non-existent sparkling every. single. time. Rafael pulled his noise trickery. He never fails to panic and attempt to flash colorful things at Rafael to get him to stop. Every Decepticon has since been endlessly disappointed in him.

Starscream, being terrified of things that really shouldn't be there, took the skies the instant the trio began screeching. Nope. Not today Unicron. He'll get the mission done or get the heck out of dodge to avoid coding coming online. He doesn't need empty nest syndrome on top of a crippling case of "I Love Power." He also doesn't need to deal with the horrific mental image of a squishy somehow managing to sound like a sparkling. Nope. Nope. NOPE.

The Autobots are grateful the kids can protect themselves a bit now. But by Primus, they have known NO peace since the kids figured it all out.

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thewisestdino · 21 hours ago

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Improvement meme I did for fun, to commemorate the new year. Year it in the upper left hand corner, and my age is in the lower right hand corner.

#art #illustration #drawing #artists of tumblr #sketch #my art #the biggest jump in improvement for me will always be 2014 - 2015 #i spent that whole year drawing and then showing my art to everyone and asking how i could get better #and doing a ton of art research #i feel like my art improvements past then are a lot more subtle - lot more anatomy/perspective/composition improvements #and improvements on scope #though a lot of years i just got busy and couldnt draw as much which is why i think my art stagnates regresses a bit (2021)#plus i was busy doing animation for all of this #idk im in a weird spot w my art rn. . . alas #when did you guys start following my stuff?

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temptear · 14 hours ago

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Some stobotnik sketches :P

I feel like I'm in a weird art growth period where everything I draw is in a different style. I just want to try out so many different things, but I feel a bit silly when all my drawings look so different lmao (Im having fun tho)

#sonic #agent stone #dr robotnik #stobotnik #sonic movie #i want to do some studies next #I have a couple different screenshots from the movies saved up #but also I should really work on some of my other sketches #art #my art

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doumadono · 2 days ago

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hi, love!!

for your 6k follower event, could you do Izuku Midoriya for the NSFW alphabet, please?

im so happy youre back! i missed you! :’(

Warnings: post-timeskip Deku

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II ⊹ Doumadono's 6k followers event

A - Aftercare Izuku is tender but thorough when it comes to aftercare. He’ll hover over you, brushing damp hair from your face, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, and murmuring how amazing you were. He insists on cleaning you up himself, bringing you water, and holding you close. He’s not satisfied until you feel completely cherished and safe within his arms.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

B - Body Part For Izuku, it’s hard to pick a favorite part of you — he adores you for who you are, not just your physical traits. That said, if pressed, he’d shyly admit he has a soft spot for your tits. He loves how soft they feel, whether he’s fondling them in his calloused hands or resting his head against your chest. Izuku doesn’t think of himself as particularly attractive, but if he had to choose, he’d pick his hands. They’re strong, capable, and he takes quiet pride in what they can do to you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

C - Cum Izuku prefers finishing inside — it’s intimate, emotional, and satisfies his craving to be close to you in every possible way. His semen is a bit salty and not too bland, but it's a taste you can't get enough of.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

D - Dirty Secret Despite his shy exterior, Izuku harbors vivid fantasies about power dynamics. The idea of being tied up or restrained by you — having to surrender entirely — thrills him in ways he doesn’t fully understand. He hasn’t worked up the courage to ask outright, but he hopes you’ll notice the way his breath catches when you take charge.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

E - Experience Izuku isn’t particularly experienced, but his determination to please you makes up for it tenfold. He’s an attentive lover, watching your every reaction and committing your preferences to memory.

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F - Favorite Position Izuku loves having you ride him. The sight of you above him, head thrown back in pleasure, is something he’ll never get enough of. He’s equally fond of missionary, where he can rest his forehead against yours as he murmurs how good your pussy feels around him.

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G - Goofy His adorable awkwardness doesn’t vanish in the bedroom. If he tries to dirty talk, he’s endearingly hesitant, especially when it comes to calling you names. He stumbles over his words, his cheeks flushing as he tries to find the right balance between desire and respect. “Y-you look so… Hot… I mean, you’re so fu… Freaking hot! I want to make you… Cum so hard… I mean, I already am, b-but—” He groans softly. “You’re such a good girl… or, um, do you like that? Or is it weird if I call you that? I can stop if it’s—” His words are cut off as you kiss his lips. His awkward attempts are unintentionally sweet, leaving you grinning even as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling, “Sorry, I’ll get better at this, I promise.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

H - Hair Izuku keeps himself neatly groomed, though he doesn’t obsess over it. His pubic hair is trimmed, soft to the touch, and well-maintained.

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I - Intimacy Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word carries his unfiltered adoration. He’s not just making love to you — he’s worshiping you, ensuring you feel how much he treasures you in every move he makes.

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J - Jack Off Izuku rarely finds himself needing to masturbate. His focus is usually elsewhere, and he’s not someone who gets easily consumed by lust. When he does feel the urge, his first thought is always you — wanting to share that intimacy with you rather than handling it alone. If you’re not around, he’ll reluctantly take care of himself, but rest assured he will be thinking of you and only you while he does it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

K - Kink He thrives on praise. Hearing you tell him how good he’s making you feel or how much you need him sends his confidence skyrocketing and pushes him to give you even more. He also loves when you edge him, his body trembling as he teeters on the brink of ecstasy, eyes glassy with tears of pleasure.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

L - Location Izuku prefers the privacy of the bedroom, where he can focus entirely on you.

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M - Motivation Nothing gets Izuku going like the sight of you wearing his clothes. There’s something primal about seeing you draped in his oversized hoodie or his shirt slipping off your shoulder. Pair that with a playful smirk or a teasing comment, and he’s ready to have you wherever you stand.

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N - No Izuku is firm about safety and consent. Anything that could hurt you or push you too far is off the table.

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O - Oral Izuku loves giving, always prioritizing your pleasure over his own. With his determination, it’s no surprise that he can have you writhing on his tongue in no time at all. Receiving, he’s shy at first, his face burning as you go down on him, but his deep, breathy groans make it clear just how much he loves the attention.

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P - Pace Izuku’s pace is naturally steady and controlled. When the heat between you reaches its peak, he surprises you with an increased pace, his hips snapping into yours with a force that leaves you breathless.

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Q - Quickie Quickies aren’t Izuku’s preference. He finds them too rushed, lacking the depth and connection he craves during sex. For him, every moment with you is something to be savored, and he’d rather take his time exploring your body and making you feel completely adored than succumb to fleeting urgency.

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R - Risk Izuku is cautious, but there’s a certain thrill in stepping slightly outside his comfort zone. As long as it’s safe and consensual, he’s willing to experiment, especially if it’s something you suggest.

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S - Stamina Izuku’s stamina is impressive, honed through years of grueling training. He can go multiple rounds, always ensuring your pleasure comes first.

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T - Toys Midoriya’s shy about introducing toys at first, his cheeks glowing red the moment you bring it up. But as he grows more confident, he becomes curious, especially if it means making you feel even better. Watching you squirm under the effects of a vibrator pressed to your already swollen clit while he finger fucks your pussy quickly becomes one of his favorite things.

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U - Unfair Izuku isn’t fond of teasing — it’s just not his style. He prefers being straightforward, focusing on giving you exactly what you want rather than drawing things out.

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V - Volume Izuku starts out quiet, but as things heat up, he becomes super vocal — groaning your name, whispering praises, and letting out breathless, desperate moans and sighs.

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W - Wild Card The day Izuku met you during one of his patrols, he couldn’t shake the memory of you — and that night, it manifested in a vivid, wet dream. Waking up flustered and guilty, he convinced himself he’d somehow disrespected you. Embarrassed and overthinking, he began avoiding you entirely, leaving you to wonder if you’d done something wrong or if he simply didn’t like you.

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X - X-Ray Izuku is proportionate to his strong, lean build, with just enough girth to make every thrust hit perfectly. His cock is uncut, and slightly upward curved.

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Y - Yearning Izuku’s sex drive isn’t particularly high, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less passionate. For him, intimacy is more about quality than quantity.

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Z - Zzz Afterward, Izuku loves holding you close, his body wrapped protectively around yours. He falls asleep with a soft smile on his face, his dreams filled with the quiet comfort of knowing you’re his.

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Tide of Turmoil (Chapter 3)

word count: 5.3k

warnings: non-con, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, blood, obsession, manipulation, power imbalance, ptsd, past sexual assault, sexual assault, cannibalism, forced pregnancy, breeding, miscarriage, tw munkey content

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Time passed weirdly while you were in there. You could sometimes tell. There were some clues, such as Beam leaving for work. He always arrived at the office a bit after you did back then, so it had to be close to nine in the morning when he left.

By the time he returned, you would be sleeping in the cold but it wasn’t as cold as before since you had covered the air vent. You were never too sure about when he returned though, it could be minutes, it could be hours. They both felt the same. In the end, you always greeted him like a dog waiting for its owner.

You were relieved that he was there and you weren’t alone.

As if he didn’t put you here.

To your disbelief RELIEF, he didn’t touch you much. You tried to make sure to sleep with the blanket over your head and against a wall in the corner where he put the bed but he always managed to sleep right next to you. During your restless sleep, you would wake up a couple of times to find Beam humping you in his sleep, his teeth deep in your shoulder. Although you were scared of him getting it infected, you kept quiet. That was another thing, he bit you a lot. You kept bleeding nonstop and it hurt like hell, each time the wounds managed to close a little he would tear the flesh again with his sharp teeth. Biting was something he did that you first thought to be to make you weaker but soon you realized that he was just acting on his instincts. Devils were weird.

When he finally returned, Beam didn’t bring the things he promised he would. You were able to get your hands on a small pillow and a thin blanket which would do nothing against the brutal cold air of the bunker. It would make it a bit more comfortable to sleep now though, you couldn’t deny that the pillow he brought would let you sleep without hurting your neck.

“Here,” he said, holding out a trash bag towards you. Once you put down the pillow and wrapped yourself in the blanket, you took the trash bag from him to check what was inside. There were clothes inside. Work clothes. Pencil skirt, button-down shirt, and a blazer. You thought at some point that he was mocking you but Beam probably thought you only wore work clothes. Nonetheless, you had some new clothes you could wear.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile that you hoped looked genuine. “Can you bring me other clothes too? I am not working right now and these clothes are for work only.”

He seemed a little hurt but nodded rapidly. “Beam will bring clothes.” He got closer like he wanted something. From the way he was tilting his head, you knew what it was.

Patting his head, you praised him. “Good job.”

He smiled, showing you his sharp teeth, “Beam is good!” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his hot body. You melted into his touch because of the warmth and hugged him back, desperate to get warmer. His mouth which was buried in the crook of your neck started rubbing against the bite mark he had left. It hurt and when you winced, he tightened his arms around you.

Panicking, you let out a squeak, “Beam…”

The hot and wet feeling of his tongue made goosebumps erupt all over your skin, you tried pushing him away but his arms were preventing you. He was growling like an animal. He was nothing like what he used to be like at work, he was becoming more and more unpredictable, you wondered if that was because your contract with Makima was over. You felt him trace the bite mark with the tip of his tongue and he kept applying pressure into one spot.

“It hurts,” you whispered, your mind going hazy from the warmth and the pain preventing you from relaxing of not being cold anymore.

His arms didn’t loosen around you but he forced you against the wall, his mouth didn’t leave your neck for a single second. As he was pushing your back against the wall, you could feel his hard erection pressing against your stomach. Whether it be from the cold making you sensitive to feeling anything, the sudden rush of warmth was overwhelming, you could feel him throbbing. Placing a hand on the wall, he rubbed himself against you with a frustrated groan.

You gasped in fear, all the memories of the night where he left you bleeding and bruised coming back to you. Squirming, you anxiously and hurriedly spoke to yourself in an attempt to prove that this was all nothing but a nightmare. You didn’t wake up in your bed though, you were still in the arms of the fiend who kidnapped you. A sudden sob left your lips, you were going to relive everything, weren’t you?

Beam let you go as you started crying hysterically, he must have been surprised by your strange outburst of emotions. He took a few steps back and mumbled something you didn’t hear. When you calmed yourself enough to look around, you saw that he had left.

Well, at least you knew that he couldn’t handle you crying.

Did you really want him gone?

What if he was gone for good?

You had to be careful if you wanted to get out of here.

Time didn’t pass in the next moments, you tried sleeping but it was too cold to even with the blanket you had gotten. The air vents were cruel, blowing the coldest air inside constantly. You turned to look at the pile of clothes and an idea struck you.

In the next moment, you were climbing on the table after putting a chair on top to reach the vents with a few pieces of clothing in your hand. You tried using the clothes to cover the vent by stuffing the small grills with them. To your surprise, you were able to cover them and the vent wasn’t blowing cold air in full force anymore.

You got down to try to sleep again, you wanted to save some energy while also distracting yourself from hunger. It wasn’t long before you started feeling wrong. At first, you thought it to be from the cold or hunger but soon later you realized that your stomach was burning and your throat was aching. Rushing to the bathroom, you started vomiting full force, all that came out was water but the acidic taste of vomit lingered in your dry mouth.

Washing your face and mouth, you returned to your spot to sleep after drinking more water. The bunker wasn’t as cold anymore and you were grateful that you would be able to sleep without waking up from the cold from now on.

As soon as you put your head down on the pillow, the water you drank made its way up, this time you covered your mouth to run to the bathroom but the vomit dripped from the gaps of your fingers and onto the floor.

You could slowly feel your energy and strength leave your body as you gagged continuously, heaving and vomiting whatever was left. Coughing, you washed your face and returned to the bed without drinking any water. This time you didn’t vomit but you could feel your heart palpitating, your cheeks were warm and you were scared. Were you going to die?

From what exactly? You haven’t been here for long and you didn’t eat anything weird-

The vivid image of the dirty water coming from the kitchen sink flashed in your mind, you then understood one thing: the water you had been drinking from the kitchen sink wasn’t safe.

You started sweating while thinking about all of the possibilities of what would happen now, Beam wouldn’t be able to take care of you if you were sick. Fuck.

You forced yourself to sleep while your stomach churned without any rest, and you tasted vomit in your mouth even hours later. However, it was unbearable to sleep when hunger took over all of your senses. That was when you tried eating a protein bar. It took seconds until you gagged and covered your mouth to get up and run to the bathroom but your body wouldn’t move, and you ended up vomiting on the ground. Humiliating, the stench was too acidic and it was right by your face, pooling under your chin and neck.

Poisoned? Or was it just unfiltered water bacteria? Were you going to die?

Pathetic sobs started leaving your mouth as you called out for Beam’s name, fear was overwhelming your senses, you felt wrong, and it was almost like you were going to die. What if you died right now? Then what? Would he just leave you here, throw you somewhere, or continue to keep you as his pet?

Pfft, so pathetic to die from drinking water. Can you imagine Beam finding your dead body covered in vomit and piss? He would probably mourn you for a second before ravishing you. Would it matter to him if your body was going cold? Would he prefer it warm? Well, you knew that he was unaffected by the cold, his own body warmth might warm yours.

Whatever the outcome, you wouldn’t be conscious to know your fate.

Fuck.

You were so hungry.

Meat. Yeak, steak would be nice.

Although you ate well-done steaks, the steak that you imagined in front of your eyes was rare, with blood dripping from the center and as you cut the meat, it was tender.

Covering your mouth with your arm, you hoped to stop daydreaming of food. However, it didn’t help. The smell of meat was close. If only you opened your mouth, you could taste it.

You could taste it.

Drool dripped from the sides of your mouth as you opened your mouth and took some of your flesh in. Your teeth sank into the flesh without hesitation and the pain wasn’t there. Were you dreaming?

No, you weren’t.

Grinding your teeth, you could feel the strings of muscle and flesh being torn apart from the skin. The blood tasted so good. It was just like a steak.

You chewed. It was so chewy. But God… It tasted perfect. You swallowed and were about to take another bite.

Eating steak and-

You weren’t eating steak.

You were eating your own flesh.

You froze and stared at your furiously bleeding arm. Death was inevitable now. With the way you were bleeding, it would only take a few hours until you lost enough blood to suffer from the consequences.

Why had you gone and taken a bite of yourself?

Fuck. You pressed your hand against the bleeding wound.

Some of your strength returned and to your surprise, you didn’t vomit again.

You lied on the rough floor and stared at the wall.

Were you going insane?

Was it because you were stuck here or was it because the only thing keeping you alive was Beam?

Why did your flesh taste so good?

Time passed. You weren’t sure how long it had been but it must have been hours. Because your blood had dried on your arm and your breathing became uneven, you were weak and felt like seconds away from death.

Until Beam came to find you next to a pool of vomit and blood.

“(name)!” he sounded worried, his warm hands grabbed your shoulders and turned you around.

“Beam,” you whispered as he took you in his arms, “Take me to a hospital.” It wasn’t a request.

Shaking his head to deny your demand, he took you to the bathroom. Against your protests, he walked you into the shower. Which broke the promise of never using the shower, especially while he was there. It had to be okay, you thought to yourself. You were sick and terribly weak.

As he was undressing you, sobs let your lips but you held onto him, hoping that you wouldn’t fall down. Your hands on his strong shoulders could feel the muscles move under your palm, oddly it was the only thing you could focus on while he continued fiddling with the shower. He finally turned on the water which was warm to your surprise. Yet, his arm around your waist that was helping you stay up was warmer.

Once you were fully nude, he got closer to hold the shower head over your face. His naked chest against yours felt nice. You had to be going crazy to admit this.

He was gentle as he let the warm water wash the dust, blood, and vomit off of you, his hands caressed your cheek so softly that you thought it was warm water running down your face. By the time he was done, you asked for water and food. Better food would be nice or a toothbrush because you could sort of guess that eating nothing but protein bars could harm the teeth the same way eating too many sweets would. Or your own flesh.

“Yes, yes!” A deep frown was on his face, he looked unsure if you were actually sick or if you were messing with him. While he was trying to put you in the new clothes he had brought with him, you noticed that these were just random clothes, possibly things he stole from someone’s drying rack. Although the thought of sharing a stranger’s underwear was a distant idea, today it was real. You couldn’t object as Beam put someone’s underwear on you and dressed you in their clothes.

Then he scooped you in his arms and you wrapped your arms around his neck in surprise to not fall. He would never drop you.

He walked back into the bunker and you saw that he had prepared a spot on a corner. There was a makeshift floor bed. After grabbing the blanket, he wrapped it around the two of you and kept you close to him as the two of you laid down on the floor bed, you didn’t protest and fell asleep in his arms.

The next time you opened your eyes, he wasn’t there but there was a plastic bag next to the bed on the floor. You sat up to check what it was. There was some food in a container with someone else’s name on it, bottles of water, and a toothbrush. No toothpaste. Though, you weren’t complaining.

You felt a bit better but you were scared of eating anything for a while. You didn’t want to vomit or go through that again. Yet you were too weak to do anything anyway. You laid in the bed and didn’t try to get up.

Beam woke you up, it had to be evening time from the way he looked. What you could see of his face was covered in dirt and he had dried blood on his chest. He held your head up and made you drink bottled water carefully, it tasted weird.

“Medicine,” he said with a grin when he noticed your scrunched nose. “Stomach medicine!”

You thanked him for at least trying to take care of you while you were sick. He was kind and gentle. Maybe this wasn’t as bad of a situation.

What the fuck?

He helped you take the medicine and let you lay down again. He didn’t get in the bed with you but instead sat next to the bed to watch you. His warm hand started petting your head like you were a scared animal. In a way you were.

As he kept petting your head and carded through your hair with his fingers, you found yourself falling asleep. In your sleep, you wondered why he was being so nice but your thoughts then shifted to the time he showered you. His body against yours and his soft touch. The way he held you up and carried you, he was so strong.

Strong enough to rip off the wheel handle of the bunker’s door.

He could easily hurt you if he wanted but he didn’t.

He will.

When you woke up in cold sweat, he was there, lying next to you with an open mouth. From the looks of it he was sleeping, you took your time to study his face. Facial hair was growing out of his face, meaning he was shaving his face daily but didn’t do it here. Did he have a second home? Or did someone do it for him when he was at work?

The top half of his head was smooth, a sharkskin that wasn’t slimy yet it wasn’t completely dry either. You lifted your hand to touch him, the skin felt nice under your fingertips, soft and smooth. His hair had gotten longer, you didn’t know if he got it trimmed or anything. His facial skin was also smooth except for where the facial hair was growing. You retrieved your hand and continued staring. You didn’t know how he was able to see but you didn’t think about it too much. Your eyes landed on his body, he was very muscular and you could guess it was because he was swimming nonstop and every day. From what you could tell, he was around your age. Could be a lot older but it was impossible to tell because of the way Beam acted.

There was a distant thought in the back of your mind, something you wondered ever since you met him. What did the person who he took over look like before him? Was he an ordinary office worker? Perhaps a funny guy who worked at a local bar? Or a person who worked several part-time jobs to make a decent amount of money? Whatever he was before, it didn’t matter. He was a fiend now.

The first thing you did was to reach for the plastic bag by the bed and grab the food container. You managed to eat everything inside the lunch box, you didn’t even remember what it was that you ate but you knew it was the most delicious thing in the world at that moment. It was a blessing to finally eat real food, it sort of helped you regain some energy. It wasn't enough to help you recover your strength. You were better, you weren’t sick anymore.

A sudden cramp made you wince, hurriedly you got up to get to the bathroom. On your way, you noticed how damp your bottoms were and you saw blood. Lots of blood. It made you panic even more. You checked your arm, it was-

Fully healed?

Huh?

What was going on?

Were you having your period now? Come to think of it, when was the last time you had your period? Had you been here for a few days, weeks, or months? Things were getting too hazy at the moment. You sat on the toilet to think and avoid bleeding any more into your bottoms.

This would be a problem. Beam didn’t know about menstruation nor would he be able to bring any pads to help you. Were you going to spend your entire week on this toilet now? Fuck.

The images of your used pads flashed vividly in your mind. They were right there. He clearly knew what pads were and what they were used for, right? Ugh, what if you had to reuse those pads?

You gagged at the thought and something fell out of you.

…

You heard it hit the shallow water in the toilet.

What was that?

Standing up after pulling your bottoms up, you stared at the bottom of the toilet.

Blood.

Flesh.

Flesh?

What?

What was that?

It had a shape, weird. Was that a large blood clot? Was that the piece of flesh you ate? Or something like- WHAT THE FUCK-

You watched the thing move and screamed as you lost your balance and fell on the floor. Beam rushed to your side almost immediately, looking concerned.

“What? What happened?” he asked, face flushed red as he took in your bloody appearance. He sniffed the air, his concern growing.

You kept stammering, unable to speak, and pointing at the toilet.

Beam’s attention was fully on the toilet as he approached it, there was something off. He was acting weird. Inhuman. Moving strangely too. Like a frightened cat.

When he stood above the toilet, staring down at the bottom, his shoulders slackened with a soft whimper. He whispered something.

“W-what?” you asked.

He leaned down into the toilet bowl and you let out another scream in disgust. Yet, he seemed unaffected, he reached down and grabbed the thing. He held it so gently in his claws. He turned to you with a frown, lower lip trembling. “Dead,” he whispered.

“Dead?” you sounded confused. What was dead? What was he talking about? Ugh, why did he have to reach down like that? It was so disgusting.

“Our baby.”

What?

The sudden realization and shock froze you in place as he loomed over you, his face obscured by the dim light. He held his hand out toward you, showing you the monstrosity. You didn’t speak immediately and instead stared at the weird creature.

Freak of nature. Not natural at all. Devil-born. Monster.

Have you been eating yourself because of this thing?

The claws of the failure were more visible in Beam’s hand. How could it be this big already? When Beam assaulted you, it was only a few weeks ago. Was it because he was a fiend?

Did it matter?

“Get that thing away from me,” you spat through your teeth.

Beam’s frown deepened. “You killed it.”

You slapped the hand he was holding towards you in anger, “Get it away from me!”

The bloody thing fell out of his gentle hold, smacked against the grimy tile floor of the bathroom, and bounced somewhere away in a wet plop. Growling in frustration, Beam bared his teeth.

The inhuman sound he made and the way he slowly moved as if he was a predator ready to pounce on its prey, you knew that he was going to kill you now.

In a single, desperate burst of strength, you kicked on the floor, using it as a springboard and ran out of the bathroom.

He moved faster. You were barely able to make it out of the bathroom when you felt him tackle you on the ground. Wrapping an arm around you, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, where the bite mark was. You felt him roughly tracing over the bite with his lips and licking the wound. You weren’t sure if he was going to rip your throat out but when he pressed himself against your ass and you then had something bigger to worry about. You gasped when the rock-hard erection poked your clothed cunt.

“Stop!” you screamed but he wasn’t being as gentle anymore or listening to you.

Beam wrapped his arm tighter around you and breathed into your neck. Your hands went to his forearm that was pressing against your chest and his hand that was around your neck, he was keeping you firmly right where he wanted you. With your cheek pressed against the cold concrete, you huffed all the dust, coughing and crying. That fucking thing was right there next to your face too. That bloody thing. Fiend baby.

“Stop,” you managed as he moved his hips to hump you over his clothes. Pressing his mouth next to your ear, he grunted while he aimlessly thrust. You just had to bite it and let him finish humping you because you could never outpower him. As long as he didn’t eat you or kill you. As long as he doesn’t fuck me, you thought. Dry humping was fine even if it hurt because of how desperately he was humping you.

Beam rolled his hips forward in a way that made you conscious of his size, in turn, your body started to heat up. He let out noises that made you feel something. Your chest tightened with each pant and soft moan. You were about to lecture yourself about how you needed to stay sane but the feeling of a cock stretching your pussy threw you out of your thoughts. You hadn’t noticed him take off any of your clothes or his.

A quivering moan left his lips, he had been waiting for this. You mewled in pain as he shoved himself deeper. Your hands went to your groin to try to push him away or pull your clothes up. He slid out of you and thrust into you in full force, forcing a scream out of you while your hands found the waistband of your pants. You realized that you were fully clothed but he still was able to fuck you.

Then you felt tears coming as the realization set in. He was fucking you through the clothes using his ability.

“Ssssstop!” you hissed but he cut you off with his abrupt thrusts.

“Beam must do this!” he said, his claws digging into your skin and drawing blood. “(name) must have another baby!”

The thought alone made you retch and you struggled even if it hurt your insides. He was continuously fucking you regardless, his pace only got faster as you tried trashing around. It fucking hurt.

So that was why he hadn’t touched you? Because he thought you were bearing that monstrosity? Did he bring you here to his nest to take care of you? That sick and stupid bastard. Fuck. You wanted him dead.

He moved his arm away from your neck and you took the opportunity to bite his forearm with all your strength. His cock twitched as your teeth drew blood from his forearm. You could taste the fiend’s blood, it tasted saltier, a bit less watery like blood clots. Like a corpse’s. You bit harder in an attempt to stop him but it only made him more excited and his teeth sank deeper into your neck.

You were the first to stop biting. A pained yelp left your lips.

Beam didn’t waste any more time and mounted you completely while still biting your neck. His cock pounded into your pussy with ease, you weren’t sure if it was because you had been bleeding or not but the gross squelching sounds were echoing in the bunker. It was too much. You wanted this to end. You wanted him dead and-

Beam slammed his hips into you so hard, stealing your breath and the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

You couldn’t even finish the thought.

He slammed into you with brute force, tearing a scream out of you. He started to fuck you frantically almost immediately. You could feel the filling pressure in your tummy with every single thrust. Crying under him, you tried to crawl away. You were getting flashbacks of the night he assaulted you back in your apartment and the horrific image of that monstrous miscarriage was enough to make you start screaming. His cock relentlessly slid in and out of your cunt as he shifted his position to put more force behind his thrusts and to effectively stop your squirming and screaming.

He groaned into your neck when your pussy clenched around him, the way your walls tightened around his cock was almost perfect, the pressure threatened to make him spill all of his seed inside you right then and there but he wasn’t done with you yet.

Beam fucked you like the animal he was, the perverted fiend was obsessed with breeding you. He had done it once and he would do it again. His pace picked up speed and strength, each thrust was more unforgiving and made you lose yourself.

“Beam will take care of family. Beam promise!” he could barely speak in between breaths and thrusts as he pulled his mouth away from your bleeding neck. The erratic pace staggered, and he couldn’t keep up anymore. “Our home together forever.”

That was the final nail in the coffin.

He surged his hips forward, you felt his cock throb as his seed poured from the tip of his cock and into your womb.

Tears stained your face and his blood in your mouth tasted gross.

He fucked his cum into you for a few moments longer and his hands petted you over the clothes. When he finally pulled out of you, it was a strange sensation, he phased through all of the clothing and left them soaked in his cum as the bodily fluids gushed out of your pussy and seeped into the fabric.

Neither of you spoke.

You didn’t move at all and stayed exactly where he left you.

He phased through the ground and appeared in front of your face with only the top half of his head showing. “Beam go to work,” he said. “Will bring more food later if you be nice.”

With that, he was gone and you were alone with your thoughts and the monstrous failure a few inches away from you.

That thing was the reason why you had ended up here. This place. You could never escape. He was delusional and just so stubbornly stupid. You understood now that he would never let you out of here. He wanted to keep you here like a fucked up housewife. That was what you were to him, right? A mate? A wife? Whatever he thought of you was the only reason why he bothered with keeping you alive. You had to make sure he didn’t change his mind about you or you would rot in here with that devilish spawn in you eating its way out of you.

Yet even if you did everything right and kept him happy, you would always stay a prisoner. Could you call that a life?

There was a small chance that you could get out and you wanted to live until you got that chance.

What if Beam died?

Could Beam die? Makima had mentioned that he was expendable. If he died during a mission then you would never know and rot here without anyone knowing that you were ever here to begin with. He possibly couldn’t die. He wouldn’t die... Right?

In a world where devils existed, God had to exist too. You prayed to God that Beam stayed safe and returned home.

This was your home?

Beam had to return.

He was the only thing that could keep you alive. He was the only thing who could get you out of here. He was the only thing that knew where you were.

If he died then-

You didn’t want to think of the possibility. He was a fiend, he wouldn’t die.

You worked with devil hunters before. They killed devils.

That made you shiver. All you could do was hope and pray.

Sitting up, you placed a hand on your tummy, if he had claimed you as a mate he would most likely return to take care of you. He had promised to bring you food if you promised to be nice. See, he wouldn’t just leave you to die.

Crawling to a near wall, you leaned back to rest. It happened to be right next to that thing. You stared at it with disgust but your furrowed brows slowly softened when you realized it was practically useless to get mad at something dead.

You lifted your gaze and stared at the bunker’s ruined door.

Maybe your only way out was to kill yourself. Your hand went to your arm that you had bit before. The flesh was perfectly healed. Had that spawn given you some of fiend's abilities of healing? If that was what happened then you wouldn’t be able to die. You didn’t bother with killing yourself. At least not yet.

Though a terrible wave of anxiety washed over you. How long had it been since Beam left? Why wasn’t he back yet? Had he left you?

You sat there staring absently at the door. Bottoms soaked in blood and cum, mouth full of fiend blood, and neck bleeding as you waited for Beam to return.

Beam didn’t return.

Tide of Turmoil

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Warnings: non-con, blood drinking, stalking, obsession, biting

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