#So that I could disappear into a hard shell when threatened

[zorobff]

how to disappear. (opla!zoro x fem!reader)

synopsis: joining luffy’s crew made you believe that you’d finally escaped your former pirate crew and nightmare of a captain for good. that is, until a certain butler starts looking a little too familiar. good thing zoro’s keeping a close eye on you.

warnings: opla spoilers (ep 3), some direct dialogue from opla, mentions of verbal/physical abuse, kuro is just a weirdo tbh, reader is called a bitch, protective zoro, for the sake of the story sham and buchie joined the black cat pirates after reader left

word count: 4.7k

“this guy is full of shit.”

you knock your shoulder into zoro’s wider one. “be nice. and so what if he is?” 

zoro gives you a pointed glare. “then we should turn around and look for someone who can actually help us find a ship.” 

“all business, as per usual,” you reply, with a purposefully dramatic sigh. “why can’t you have a little fun?” 

“what about this is supposed to be fun?” zoro spits out the word like it’s poisonous. “this is the blandest village i’ve ever seen.”

you scoff. “now you’re the one that’s full of shit. nothing’s ever bland with us and you know it.” 

the us in question was your newly formed pirate crew… if you and luffy could even be considered that. having left the ship you’d been on a few years ago, you were in search of a new crew. luffy was persistent and charming — when you’d crossed paths in shells town, it took little to no time for him to convince you to join his hunt for the one piece. zoro and nami, on the other hand, had yet to follow in your footsteps. 

“well, considering that we’ve only been traveling together for a day and a half and i’ve already escaped a marine base, defeated a marine captain, and fought a clown with devil fruit powers… i’d actually have to agree.” 

you can’t help but giggle at his sarcastic delivery. “be grateful, zoro. not many pirate crews are this fun to be on, trust me. oh wait, that’s right, you still haven’t officially joined—”

“tell me about your old pirate crew,” interjects zoro, your comment having piqued his interest. 

you notice that the playful atmosphere dissipates. “god, where do i even start?” 

zoro answers that for you. “why did you leave?”

“starting with the hard hitting questions, huh?” you joke, mostly to stall. you clear your throat before you answer. “well, it was different. nothing like what luffy has going on. he actually cares about his crew… and even those who aren’t technically on it.” 

at that, a smile tugs at the corner of zoro’s lips. even you crack a small grin. although as you continue speaking, it fades. 

“on my old crew, we were dispensable. anytime something went wrong, our own captain would threaten to kill us. it was… scary, to be completely honest. there were so many times when i thought i’d die with that filthy crew. and i never wanted that. so as soon as we docked at shells town, i left.”  

zoro’s jaw clenches as imagines the things you’d seen and been subjected to. “this old captain of yours sounds like a real—”

“he was a nightmare,” you tell him. “he didn’t care that i was the only woman on board, he treated me just as horribly, if not worse.” 

zoro stops so suddenly that it takes you a second to realize he’s not walking alongside you.

“what do you mean by that.” the way zoro phrases the inquiry doesn’t even make it sound like a question. more like a demand. his narrowed eyes are fixed solely on you. holding his gaze feels… intense. 

you can’t help but glance away as you answer him. “he was just a bit of a creep.”

before zoro has the chance to try and extract more information out of you, a familiar voice calls both your names. you’re not really sure when you and zoro had fallen behind but from where you currently stand, the rest of your group looks miniature. or perhaps it’s just the massive size of the mansion behind them that makes luffy, nami, and usopp look pocket-sized in comparison. 

“why’d you stop walking?!” your captain shouts, hands pressed on each side of his mouth to amplify his voice. “get over here, we’re about to go in through the top secret entrance!” 

you vaguely make out usopp gesturing for luffy to keep his voice down. you’re sure that would warrant another comment from zoro about his reliability but he’s too busy staring at you with that expectant look in his eyes. 

“we better catch up,” you tell him, heading in the direction of the deluxe home. 

he allows you to dodge the subject and sighs, walking in long strides to catch up to you.  

“i’ve never seen a house this big before,” luffy admits, admiring the mansion along with the wellkept greenery surrounding it. 

“awesome, right?” usopp gloats, walking around like he owned the place. “kaya’s given me an open invitation to drop by anytime i want.” 

“wow.” you’re not sure if luffy was just going along with usopp’s act or if he really believed him. knowing the devil fruit user, it was more than likely the latter. “all this for just one person?”

“well, she lives here with her butler and a few other staff,” usopp replies, leaning against the stone well that sat in the middle of the lawn.

“money really shows you who people truly are,” nami mutters, eyes scanning the property. “most people only care about themselves and what’s theirs.”

zoro is quick to throw the insult back at her. “sounds like someone i know.”

you roll your eyes at his comment, though you make no effort to disagree with him. nami was a little on the materialistic side. 

“and a small staff makes for easy pickings,” she continues, proving your point.

“we just got here and you’re already planning on robbing the place blind?” you ask though you already know the answer.

“at least a little blurry,” she smirks, following behind luffy and usopp who walk toward the entrance. 

you and zoro share a look. one that says disappointed but not surprised. 

going under a shrub shaped as an arch, you’re met with a beautiful pond. you admire the pink lilies that float at the top and the bushes that were intricately trimmed into the shape of various animals. even if the people that lived here were filthy rich, at least they had good decorative taste. 

“so if you have an invitation, why are we going around the back way?” luffy ponders.

usopp’s answer is nonchalant. “oh, i never use the front entrance. like i said, this is the vip entrance reserved for special guests.”

zoro scoffs. “this guy’s definitely–”

“don’t start,” you groan, cutting him off. 

abruptly, usopp freezes and spins around, attempting to usher your crew back. “you know what, there’s actually a more exclusive entrance this way–”

the sharp swoosh of a knife cutting through the air and burying itself in the ground between usopp’s feet cuts him off. from the direction the kitchen utensil was thrown stands a heavyset gentleman with his face wrinkled in anger. his demanding voice booms through the garden, “the hell are you doing here, usopp?” 

the dark-skinned boy fumbles over his word. “buchi, buddy, uh, kaya’s expecting me.”

“another one of your lies,” the man – seemingly named buchi – seethes, grabbing him by the collar. “you ain’t welcome here and you know it.”

“i know nothing of the sort,” usopp retorts, keeping his cool even when he was practically being lifted off the ground by his shirt. “i’m here to give kaya an extra special gift.”

before buchi can get another word out, a feminine voice calls out for your companion. coming down the steps is a frail looking girl in a pink dress. on her arm is a man dressed in a crisp suit, presumably the butler usopp had mentioned earlier. though, from where you stand you can’t see either of their faces too clearly. 

“what a wonderful surprise,” she exclaims, breathlessly. 

“kaya!” usopp exclaims, returning her enthusiasm. buchi has no choice but to let him go, begrudgingly. usopp makes sure to shoot him a smug look before walking towards the young girl. “happy birthday.” 

the butler clears his throat, not afraid to intrude on their special moment. “usopp, we’ve discussed this before. you mustn’t show up unannounced.” 

“nonsense, klahadore.” kaya smiles warmly. “have you come to tell me another story? i do love hearing about your adventures.” 

“i’ll do you one better,” usopp smirks with such confidence that even you’re left wondering what kind of surprise he has up his sleeve. “i brought some of my crew!” he gestures back towards the four of you, proudly. 

your excitement vanishes. “oh. the surprise is… us.”

“well, that’s boring,” luffy agrees, just as disappointed as you are. 

kaya, on the other hand, is none the wiser. “it’s so nice to meet you. you must all stay for dinner.” 

klahadore lowers his voice. “miss kaya, it is a bit last minute. i’m afraid the kitchen hasn’t prepared for any extra guests.”

“please,” begs kaya, softly. “it’s my birthday. can’t be too much trouble can it?” 

giving in, klahadore purses his lips. “anything for you, miss kaya.” 

luffy claps his hands together. “alright! when do we eat?” 

“you don’t. not dressed like that, at least.” the butler directs himself to a staff member with teal colored hair. “sham, kindly show usopp and his friends to the guest suites. you will bathe and change before dinner.”

she follows his orders and leads the way. luffy, usopp, nami, and zoro trail behind her and you go to do the same. however, all it takes is a quick glance to stop you dead in your tracks. usually, you weren’t one to stare but klahadore’s face. that stare. so dark and depraved. 

“yes, miss?” he asks, holding your gaze. “can i help you?” 

“n-no, i…” your throat goes dry as you attempt to recover smoothly. “i just wanted to, um, thank you for being so hospitable.” 

his lips curve upwards into a sinister grin. “the pleasure’s all mine.” as if to confirm your worst fear, klahadore uses his palm to readjust his glasses. his beady eyes gauge your reaction closely.

the familiar gesture sends chills down your spine. appearance-wise, he had changed drastically but his aura was still just as menacing as you remember it. he was still the corrupt pirate captain you used to serve under. you feel like a weak and helpless subordinate all over again.

“klahadore!” giggles kaya. “you’re smiling! that’s certainly a rarity.”

he hums. “i’ve simply come to the realization that having guests once in a while can truly be a delight.”

his sickeningly sweet tone makes your stomach turn. just the fact that you were standing in front of him – captain kuro – again after all these years was nauseating in itself. last you’d heard he had died at the hands of captain morgan. how was this even possible? then again, he wasn’t dubbed kuro of a hundred plans for no reason. he always had a trick or two up his sleeve. you assumed this was no different. 

“hey, you comin’?”

you turn around to see zoro waiting for you. he meets your gaze for a moment. the softness of his eyes is a stark contrast to kuro’s. it’s a breath of fresh air. he then shifts his attention to your former captain and you swear his eyes darken. 

“yeah, sorry,” you mumble, trying not to look shaken as you walk up the steps. 

zoro follows behind you, this time closer than before.

“why would anybody even need this many clothes?”

“it’s not about need with these people, luffy. it’s about want,” nami spits, thumbing through the various fabrics on the wall. 

“at least she’s rich and nice,” luffy replies, innocently.

nami rolls her eyes. “yeah, letting us stay for dinner must be her idea of charity work.” 

“what are we even supposed to wear?” luffy continues, uninterested in nami’s criticism of the rich. 

“anything you want. when are you ever going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice?” 

you step out from behind the changing board where you’d swapped out your old tee and cargo skirt for an elegant satin dress. it was a stunning shade of olive green and frilly lace decorated the edges. not to mention, it hugged your curves in all the right ways.

nami’s eyes widen. “see, she’s got the right idea. you look amazing.” 

you smile, bashfully. “honestly, i feel amazing.”

“you look the same to me,” your captain shrugs.

nami shoots him a death glare but you intervene before she can scold him.

“way to keep me humble, luffy.”

“no problem!” 

at that exact moment, a freshly showered zoro arrives donning a silk robe. he eyes the multitude of garments that cover every inch of the room, not particularly impressed. 

“there you are. don’t you think she looks nice?” nami asks him, gesturing towards you. she doesn’t notice how you shrink under zoro’s gaze. neither does he, as his eyes take their time raking over you, from top to bottom.

he hums. “suits you.” with that, he sets off towards a chair in the corner of the room.  

“seriously?” sighs nami, exasperated. “are you two physically unable to give compliments or something?” 

“hey, doesn’t that butler seem familiar to you guys?” zoro asks, promptly ignoring nami’s complaint. 

his question causes your breath to hitch. you’d pushed the kuro problem to the back of your mind while you were in search of a suitable dinner outfit. you figured that as long as your crew was by your side, he wouldn’t dare try anything. and even if he did… well, you’d seen what had happened to axe-hand morgan and buggy. 

“yeah, i think he was at the last dinner party i attended,” nami replies sarcastically, taking a handful of dresses behind the changing board. 

as he takes a seat, zoro grumbles, “i swear i’ve seen him before.” 

“where?” you can’t help but ask, fiddling with the lace on the neckline of your dress. 

“so far, i’ve got two suspicions. a wanted poster or funky bar on mirrorball island. you ever been?”

you know zoro’s teasing you, judging by the grin on his face. after all, funky bar was known to get insanely rowdy; never would he imagine finding someone as gentle as you there. but what he didn’t know is that it happened to be one of kuro’s favorite bars. per his request, you and the rest of the black cat pirates frequented it often, so he was more than likely right about having seen kuro there. he’d probably even seen you in passing, once or twice. thankfully, he doesn’t seem to have any recollection of that.

the thought of zoro knowing about your past forms a knot in the pit of your stomach. would he think less of you for having joined such a ruthless crew at one point in your life? what if it put a strain on the friendship you’d worked so hard to form? 

“i’ve, uh, heard of it,” you decide to reply, pushing down your worries for the time being. 

he tilts his head slightly, thinking out loud. “then again, i have seen a lot of wanted posters and bars in my time as a pirate hunter.”

you feel a grin creep onto your face. “probably more bars than posters, huh?”

zoro mirrors your smile. “shut up.”

by the time dinner rolls around, the entire crew is doing what they do best. 

luffy is stuffing his face, nami is attempting to swindle one of the staff, zoro is hanging by the drinks, and you’re hanging by zoro. 

“hey zoro, you gotta try this!” luffy calls through a mouthful of food.

“i’ve got all i need right here,” he mutters, taking a swig out of his champagne flute. 

“you know, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you choke down something that isn’t alcohol,” you comment, watching the way he downs the glass in one go. 

dryly, he replies, “that’s because i haven’t.”

“very on brand.”

“ladies and gentlemen,” calls out that voice from the top of the stairs. “may i present… miss kaya.”

arm in arm, kuro and kaya walk down the steps, all eyes on the birthday girl and her stunning gown. well, except you. your eyes never leave the so-called butler by her side. your jaw clenches when he has the audacity to meet your gaze and hold it. shameless bastard. 

once they reach the bottom, merry leads kaya to the guests while kuro takes his post at the bottom of the stairs… right next to the drink table. before you can think about steering yourself and zoro away, kuro speaks.

“forgive me if i am speaking out of line, madam, but i must inform you. you look positively radiant,” he purrs, soaking in your appearance. he looks ready to pounce.

you can’t stop your eyes from rolling. good to know he’s the same pervert he used to be.

looking between you both and sensing your discomfort, zoro steps in. “and you look familiar.” 

kuro’s head stiffly turns to face him, eyes peeling away from you. “highly doubtful, sir.” 

“funky bar? mirror ball island?” 

“funky bar?” kuro repeats, disgusted. “well, i can assure you i’ve never patronized that type of establishment.” 

while it was amusing to see your highly esteemed former captain lie through his teeth, the tension between him and zoro was unbearable. 

“well then.” zoro continues with his little interrogation. “ever been on a wanted poster?”

you cringe at his bluntness. sometimes it seemed like he had less of a filter than luffy.

kuro puts on a scandalized face at the question. “sir! such an accusation is highly offensive.” tugging on his collar, he goes to remove himself from zoro’s probing. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to help prepare the dinner table.” 

he leaves, en route to the dining room. zoro’s eyes follow his figure until he disappears, squinting as he racks his brain for any further recollection of this suspicious butler. 

you sigh. if zoro was going to continue being so relentless, you were sure the night would end in bloodshed and uncovered secrets. 

“keep this coming,” zoro demands, handing the empty wine bottle to sham. she takes it with a glare. 

“would it kill you to say please?” you ask, slicing the slab of fish on your plate into smaller pieces.

“the service here is shitty. why should i have to be polite?” 

you scowl. “remind me to never have dinner with you again.”

zoro turns to you with that cocky grin of his. “what if i asked nicely?” 

his quip makes your heart flutter but you manage to keep your composure. “you can try your luck.” 

before he can respond, usopp speaks up. “luffy, isn’t there something that you wanted to talk to kaya about?” 

luffy gesticulates enthusiastically with his fork. “oh, yes! usopp told me that you own the whole shipyard.” 

“well, actually, my parents founded the shipyard and merry’s been running the business since they… passed. but all that’s about to change. tonight, at midnight, i will become the sole owner.” she smiles somberly. 

“well, that’s great,” luffy says, raising his drink at her. “because we want to buy a ship from you.” 

“ah, i see. usopp mentioned that you’re sailors.” 

“nope, not sailors. we’re pirates!”

you’re certain at least three people at the table choke on their food, yourself included. 

“this ought to be good,” zoro mumbles behind his glass.

you’re too busy coughing into your napkin to chastise him for finding this entertaining.

“pirates?” kaya repeats, unsure of how to react. 

“yup! we haven’t sailed together for very long but we’ve already defeated an evil clown, raided a marine base, and taken down a captain with an axe! for a hand!” luffy holds up a fist, presumably to impersonate axe-hand morgan.

“sounds a lot like your adventures, usopp,” kaya says, turning to the brunette.

all he can do is laugh dryly. “yeah, that’s… that’s crazy.” 

“and we’re just getting started!” luffy continues, climbing up onto the table.

“someone put me out of my misery,” you mumble, looking down at your plate to ignore the secondhand embarrassment.

a tap on your shoulder answers your plea.

turning around, you find yourself face to face with kuro once again. “madam, a word please?”

“might i ask what for?” zoro cuts in before you can so much as think of a response.

kuro offers him the most forced grin you’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing. “i’m afraid that is between the lady and i.”

the swordsman turns to you, scanning your face for any ounce of discomfort. “you okay with that?”

you inhale, figuring it was finally time for you to confront the darkest part of your past. it was silly to assume you would be able to ignore him throughout your entire stay here. besides, you were sure zoro, just like the rest of your crew, would be on standby if kuro got brave enough to try anything. “sure. just… keep an eye out.”

zoro understands completely. truthfully, you didn’t even need to ask – he always looked after you. “got it.”

you push yourself out of your seat and smooth out your dress. you allow kuro to lead you to the doorway – he was smart enough to know that was the farthest you’d let him take you. 

“what do you want, klahadore?” you seethe, folding your arms.

he arches a brow. “why must you call me that? it’s ridiculous.” 

you tilt your head with faux innocence. “oh? is that not your name? must have misheard.”

he gives you an irritated look, dark eyes drilling into you.

“i remember that look,” you mutter, your memory serving you well. “it’s the same one you’d give me before you’d threaten to slice me to bits with your claws.”

kuro has the audacity to chuckle dryly. “but i never did, did i? although there were certainly times times where i should’ve.”

“what you should be is dead,” you hiss bitterly. “when i heard the news, i knew it was too good to be true.”

“you wound me, kitten,” he drawls, reaching up to fix his glasses. 

the condescending nickname makes your skin crawl. it carried so many awful memories of your time spent with the black cat pirates. it reminded you of just how weak kuro viewed you — nothing but a helpless, pitiful kitten in his eyes. typical of the man that abused his authority and treated you with not a single ounce of respect. 

he continues, putting on a sweet tone. “after all these years, stuck waiting hand and foot on that spoiled brat, there’s nothing i’d love more than to hear my favorite crew mate say my real name.”

you snap at him. “i’m no crew mate of yours.”

he sighs, dramatically. “sadly, you’re correct. after all, you did slip off the ship the moment we docked in shells town. locating you on an island crawling with marines proved to be nearly impossible. we had no choice but to leave without you.”

“that’s exactly why i chose to escape there.” 

“and to this day i can’t for the life of me figure out why you would ever do that. why would you want to leave us? leave me?”

you actually laugh right in his face. “is it really that hard to figure out? you were evil. you threatened and harassed me on a daily basis.”

“so your solution was to join that ragtag crew?” he glances at the table. “it’s pathetic, even for you.”

you lean into his face, lowering your voice down. “i’m happier than i ever was on your shitty crew. every day i wake up grateful that i managed to escape you.”

you see that vein on his forehead bulge before he’s gripping you by the chin. “listen here, you little bitch–”

the shiny silver of a sword slides between you and kuro, coming to rest against his neck. his adam’s apple bobs as he gulps anxiously, releasing you. thanks to zoro’s sword, it seemed as if he finally remembered where he was. you were no longer on his ship, he was no longer allowed to treat you like the dirt he walked on. not without someone noticing, that is. 

“why don’t you step away?” zoro offers simply.

that much was a kindness. usually those who found themselves on the end of zoro’s blade(s) weren’t lucky enough to receive a warning. however, the swordsman didn’t wish to cause a scene. at least not when you were right there and everyone was watching with shock from the dinner table.

kuro obliges, stumbling back. he meets kaya’s horrified eyes, feeling ashamed that he allowed his act to slip. surely this would cause some setbacks in his plan. with no excuse for his uncharacteristic behavior, the raven haired man scurries away and up the stairs.

zoro turns and locks eyes with luffy, giving him one singular nod. luffy returns it, jumping out of his seat and going after the butler. quiet murmuring breaks out at the dinner table, everyone surely confused. 

sheathing his sword, zoro directs his attention to you once more. “are you alright?” a calloused hand comes up to grip your chin, much like kuro had. however, this time, the touch is gentle. loving, almost. you welcome it.

“yeah, i’m… fine.” your heart is beating out of your chest and it has everything to do with your close proximity to zoro.

he tilts your face around, inspecting every inch of it. once he finishes, he pulls back. his demeanor goes serious once more. “we need to have a talk.”

you nod. “i know. i’ve been keeping some things from you guys and–”

“just tell me what’s been going on,” he demands. “and don’t overcomplicate it. you can be straightforward with me.”

his sincerity makes you start over, this time far more candidly. “klahadore used to be a pirate. i was part of his crew. he was my… captain.”

the shame in your voice pulls at zoro’s heartstrings. didn’t you know there was no reason to feel guilty with him? “is that it?” 

you open your mouth to speak but come up empty. all you can do is furrow your eyebrows at his unexpectedly dismissive reaction.

“i knew it,” zoro continues, annoyed. “i knew i’d seen him on a wanted poster before. just didn’t have any proof.”

“wait, so you don’t– you really don’t care?” you ask, still avoiding eye contact. “me being a former black cat pirate doesn’t bother you?”

he shrugs. “you said it yourself. ‘former.’ all that matters is that you got the hell out of there. and away from that creep. would he always put his hands on you like that?”

you blink a couple times, sighing. “his temper was really bad so–”

that seemed to be enough for zoro. “i’ll kill the bastard,” he hisses. “wanted to slice him to bits the moment i saw him grab you.” 

though it’s a violent threat, you can’t help but smile. the idea of zoro being so protective that he’d kill a man just for touching you made you blush. pirate love language, you suppose.

“well, i wouldn’t have stopped you,” you tell him, more than ready to see your former captain go.

zoro clicks his tongue. “nah. could’ve stained your new dress with his blood. i never would have been able to forgive myself.”

“so you do have a soft spot,” you tease.

“only for pretty things.”

“do you mean me or the dress?” 

now it’s zoro’s turn to become bashful. though, his lack of response is an answer in itself. you can’t help but giggle. 

a loud bang from upstairs interrupts your moment with the green-haired man. you assume luffy had gotten his hands on kuro… or vice versa. zoro must be thinking the same thing judging by the way he instinctively rests a hand on the handle of his blade.

“you should go up there,” you tell him. “i’ll stay with kaya.”  

he gives you a nod, though he doesn’t make any effort to leave. he stands there like he wants to say something… or do something. before you can think about it too much, you pull him in by the collar and crash your lips onto his. they’re slightly chapped and taste like the wine that’d come from the cellar – it’s pleasant. his large palms come to rest on your lower back; his hold feels tight and secure. 

when you finally allow yourself to pull away, you’re biting back a smile. “kick his ass for me.” 

“will i get more of that if i do?” asks zoro, wetting his lips. they now taste like the cherry lip gloss you’d borrowed from kaya. he takes a step forward, attempting to close the gap between you two once more.

you shrug, pushing him away by the chest. “go help luffy and we’ll see.”

you both know that means yes.

[blitzyn]

stop moving

re4r leon s. kennedy x m!reader

request: none

synopsis: After finding yourself stuck in a closet with Leon, you end up squirming just a little too much.

a/n -> i have fallen victim to the leon lover rabbit hole. ALSO. I FUCKING FRACTURED MY FINGER??? guys i almost cried when i had to write the word balls. </3 but thank you all for 1k followers! tbh i only started this acc because i liked the font when i wrote something in my drafts lmao. but still! it means a lot to me and im happy to have gotten this far!

wc -> 2.5k

cw -> thigh fucking, hiding in a closet, spit as lube, handjob (r receiving), pet names (baby x2, sweetheart x1), he's kinda possessive tbh, not beta read

This was supposed to be relatively simple: get in, figure out where the president's daughter was, save her, then get out. Sure, you've seen your fair share of weird shit — especially after the outbreak in Raccoon City, but finding out that there was a whole religion dedicated to spreading a plague for the sake of taking over the world definitely takes the cake. For now, at least.

But finding yourself cramped in a closet with Leon, surrounded by a horde of hostile cultists, also wasn't something you expected to happen throughout the entire mission.

"Stop moving so much," Leon quietly muttered from behind you just as you shifted.

"I'm not," you huffed, a bit annoyed that you had to hide in this stuffy closet, even if you knew that you'd probably be dead by now if it weren't for your partner's quick thinking. Against his words, you adjusted yourself again, trying to find a decently comfortable position. Suddenly, you felt his hands on your hips and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back as he pulled you flush against him.

"I said, stop moving," he repeated, whispering in your ear. You held back a shudder at the feeling of his breath ghosting over the shell of it, stilling completely in surprise. Just then, thunderous footsteps could be heard outside the closet; slowly, listening for any sound that might reveal where the two of you hid.

You tensed and instinctively backed up to further yourself from the perpetrator, even if there wasn't much room to move to begin with. You could faintly hear Leon grunt from behind you, but you were in no position to apologize at the moment. Your eyes were glued to a crack in the old, wooden door, watching as the light shifted when the person passed by.

You waited with bated breath, hoping that it wouldn't come near. But, like some cliche horror movie, you could see the light at the bottom of the door disappear, meaning it was far too close for comfort. With every second the person stood there, the tighter Leon's hold on your hips became. The two of you went so silent your ears rang, and you were briefly afraid that it'd hear the sound of your racing heartbeat.

But after what felt like an eternity, its heavy footsteps started up again and away from the closet. You heaved a sigh of relief when the front door slammed shut, rendering the building empty once more.

"Fucking hell, sorry," you mumbled, trying to shuffle forward and give Leon his space when you realized that he hadn't let go of you yet. "You okay?"

Using the dim light that filtered through the cracks in the door, you lifted your arms a bit and curiously peered at his hands. But that's when you noticed the black lines covering his arms. Upon closer inspection, you quickly realized that they were his veins.

"Christ, Leon, what—"

"Be quiet. Just—just for a second."

You found it hard to tear your eyes away from his arms, waiting in silence. You focused on the sound of his labored breaths, biting your tongue to keep yourself from questioning him even further. Your mind couldn't help the invasion of 'What happened?' and 'What is that?' that threatened to spill from your lips. How did you not notice this earlier?!

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt him rest his forehead on your shoulder, muttering and grunting under his breath. And that's when you felt it — the reason why he was so reluctant to move just yet: he was hard.

"Oh." You couldn't help it, even if he had already told you to shut your mouth twice already. The silence from then on was painfully awkward as the two of you tried to figure out what to say. With a deep breath, you miraculously found the courage to speak up.

"Do you... Can I help you?" You offered, remaining still to keep yourself from accidentally pressing yourself up against him again. It was silent while you waited for his reply, embarrassment wriggling its way through your chest the longer the two of you kept quiet.

"I mean, you don't have to accept, you can just ignore me—" you began to ramble on, mortified that you even asked the question. "I just thought, cause, like, it'll be hard for you to—shit, I didn't mean it like that—"

"[Name]," Leon interrupted you, finding your instant silence charming in its own way. You could hear him take a deep breath in just as his hands slid further up to firmly caress your waist and abdomen. Electricity shot down your spine and pooled in your gut when he tugged you closer to him, grinding himself against your ass. "You can."

He reached for your hand and brought it behind you, placing it directly onto his cock. You gave it a tentative squeeze, savoring the quiet grunt that came from him, feeling your confidence grow by the second. You heard the gentle jingling of his belt as he undid it just enough for you to dip your hand underneath the waistband of his pants and boxers.

"Not wasting a second, huh?" Amusement and lust were laced in his voice as he spoke, a quiet moan spilling from his lips soon after.

He was hot and thick in your hand, throbbing rhythmically. You swiped a finger over the tip that beaded precum, savoring the shudder that came from his body. His hips trusted up into your fist, seeking more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a steady pace, you moved your hand up and down, tracing the prominent veins. You felt your own cock twitch at the sound of Leon's breathy groans and sighs, but you ignored it in favor of getting him off.

"Fuuckk," he drawled out, leaning forward to press his lips on the side of your neck. "You're good at this. Makes me think you've done this typa thing before."

"No," you responded, gently rubbing the spot on the underside of the tip. "You're the only one."

"I get the special treatment?" He muttered teasingly, his breath hot against your skin. "Must be my lucky day."

He could feel his body buzzing with adrenaline as he peppered open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck, untucking your shirt to slide a hand up your torso to pinch and toy with a nipple. His free hand traveled lower, slipping his cold fingertips underneath the waistband of your pants, but refused to go further than that.

You could feel his lips curl in a subtle smirk, but even as you realized he was teasing you, testing your patience, you had no intention to retaliate. Christ. The hold this man had on you. It was downright pathetic.

"God," he started, pressing his palm flat on your chest to bring you closer to him—eager for more of your touch. He let his teeth gently scrape against your skin, threatening to bite—to mark you, but he forced himself not to. He couldn't. Not right now. "I want to fuck you so bad."

His words were breathless, borderline desperate, as they left his lips. He couldn't help but thrust his hips up into your fist, pushing and pushing until your hand was flush against your ass, keeping you from jerking him off as he rutted against your hand.

"We can't, Leon," you muttered, disappointment lacing your voice. As much as you'd love to have him inside you, fucking you deep, you knew you couldn't. Not when the Ganados were still outside, at least. "Just let me finish you off."

Leon let out a low growl, knowing that you were right. There were a lot of things the two of you couldn't do inside the confined space of the closet, forcing him to conjure up ideas of what he wanted to do when all of this was over.

But for now, he settled on the second best option: your thighs.

"I know," he murmured, breathing in deeply as he pulled your hand away from his throbbing cock. "Then let me fuck your thighs. I'll be quick, I promise."

You mulled over his words, unsure if it would be a good idea.

"Please, baby," he pleaded, his voice heavy with lust. "Just this once. Then, when we find Ashley and get the hell outta this place, I'll make sure to fuck you properly. Nice 'n hard 'n deep. Wouldn't you like that?"

Fuck it.

"Mhm, yeah, go ahead." You relented, knees weakening at the thought of having his thick cock inside you, stretching and filling you up perfectly.

"Atta boy," he buried his thumbs underneath your pants and boxers, pulling them down to let them drop to your ankles. "Knew you'd come around."

He groaned at the sight of your bare thighs and drooling cock, running his hands along the curve of your ass to lean back and spread it, focusing his gaze on your asshole. "Fuck," he hissed. "Can't wait to feel your tight little hole around me later. Gonna fill you up with my cum, make you mine."

Arousal sank in your stomach like a rock as your hole clenched around nothing. Whatever's coursing through his veins made him more impulsive, more desperate, but with the fog that clouded your thoughts, you hardly found it in you to mind.

He spat on his cock and moved a hand away from your body to briefly jerk himself off and smear the saliva around.

"Open up, baby," he instructed as soon as he was done, raising his hand to caress your hip. "Spread your legs a little."

Like a trained puppy, you obeyed, widening your thighs just enough to let him guide his hard cock in between them. Your breath hitched at the sight of the head peeking out, squeezing your legs around him just a bit tighter.

"Jesus fuck, [Name]," he groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. Through the hazy mess that was in your mind, you found comfort in the warmth and firmness of them as you placed your hands on his forearms for some sort of stability. "That's it. Squeeze me just like that."

You could feel every twitch and throb, and you were sure he could feel yours, too. It felt like your senses were on overdrive as you listened to your labored breaths, his pleased sighs and grunts, and the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs. He set a leisurely pace, rocking his hips back and forth.

"Shit..." He hissed, speeding up his thrusts as his dick rubbed against your balls, smearing his makeshift lube across your skin.

His hips met yours with quiet slaps, making sure to keep the noise level at a minimum despite the overwhelming urge to just bury himself inside you right then and there. He mouthed at the nape of your neck, tasting the salt of your skin, gently pressing his teeth down hard enough to send sparks down your spine.

His fingertips pressed into your sides so firmly it hurt, but it only served to mix in with the desire that burned brightly in your belly. He fucked your thighs with a sense of urgency, as if trying to satiate a hunger deep within his subconscious—not that you minded.

He grunted and groaned with every thrust, tightening his arms around your waist to tug you back to him whenever your hips jolted forward. It was intoxicating; the way he so effortlessly turned your body into a sensitive mess left you wanting more.

But as soon as a strong hand wrapped around your aching cock, you nearly came on the spot. One of your hands left Leon's forearm to slap it over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

He breathily chuckled beside your ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He rhetorically questioned, swiping a finger over the leaking head so perfectly it left your skin tingling. "Tell me, sweetheart."

"Ohh, fuck," you hissed. It was embarrassing how you so eagerly responded to his touch. "Yeah, th-that's it...!"

Your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of his slick cock moving in and out from between your thighs. Your lips parted from behind your hand to let out quiet pants and moans, digging your nails into his forearm the closer you got to your orgasm.

"Oh god, Leon—!" You moaned, pressing yourself further against his back. You could feel your legs faltering, but he didn't seem to mind having you rely on him to stand up.

"I know, baby, I know," he muttered, his voice tight and strained as his thrusts gradually grew sloppy and weak. "Me too."

His cock pulsed and twitched, and he can't help himself from clamping his teeth over the side of your neck this time. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it left a noticeable bite mark that dully ached.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," he instructed, and you had no choice but to comply.

With a muffled moan, you arched your back and finally came as ropes of your semen coated the dusty wooden floor and Leon's fingers. He stroked you until he was sure that you were spent before letting go to chase after his own release.

"Shit," he cursed, breathing heavily. "I'm gonna cum so... so fucking hard...!"

With a strained groan, his hips jerked erratically as he came, holding you tight enough to leave bruises. You gently rub your thighs together, helping him ride out his high. It wasn't until a few moments later did he finally stop, breathing hard against your neck as he calmed down. But that's also when the clarity kicked in.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, moving his head from you. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened—I just—" he apologized, sighing in defeat a moment later.

"It's fine," you replied, patting his arm. You had to suppress a shudder when he pulled away from your thighs. The cum that ended up on the insides of them quickly cooled, leaving an uncomfortable sensation on your skin. You were just gonna have to suck it up.

"Let's just get outta here, already." You shuffled forward a bit to tug your pants back up your legs while Leon composed himself.

"Yeah," he said, pressing an arm against the dusty, wooden door. Through the dim light, you could see that his veins were no longer visible again, but that thought was going to have to hold off until later. "You ready?"

"Yup." You nodded after briefly making sure you still had everything in place.

Without further thought about what happened just a few seconds ago, Leon pushed the door open and quickly left the closet as you trailed close behind. Now, it was back to work.

[bvidzsoo]

࿐ྂ The Games ࿐ྂ

࿐ྂ Synopsis: A dystopian future that is full of pain and anguish. A ruler who is merciless and rids of those who threaten his reign. A spark is all you need. A spark that will bring hope and salvage what's left of humanity.

° May the odds be ever in your favor. °

࿐ྂ Author: bvidzsoo

࿐ྂ Pairing: Ateez members x female reader

࿐ྂ Rating: mature, nc-17

࿐ྂ Genre: Hunger Games!au, violence, gore, angst with fluff

࿐ྂ Status: on-going ࿐ྂ

｡˚ ° ↷ 1. Song Mingi x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Haunted me, haunting you

╰┈➤ Summary: After the 72nd Hunger Games, Song Mingi wasn't the same. The spark in his eyes was gone, his once bright smile disappeared and his face became ashen, cheeks hollow, he was merely a shell of the man he once used to be. It hurt seeing him lose himself to the trauma he was forced to endure in the Arena, still haunted by memories...memories of killing someone you both cared about, someone who meant the world to you. Will you be able to help Mingi before it's too late? But most importantly, will Mingi be able to let you in when you bear the very same face he was forced to murder in the Arena in order to become a victor?

｡˚ ° ↷ 2. Choi San x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Your worst mistake...

╰┈➤ Summary: Your innocence was stripped the day you were reaped for the 73rd Hunger Games. The life you had known, and the joy of living well were all just forgotten aspirations. The Games were cruel and terrifying, and they changed anyone who emerged as a victor, who took the crown and returned to the living. And was all that pain, terror, and haunting memories worth it? Was it worth living a life as a monster? Perhaps, yes, it was, if a man was determined enough to show you what tenderness and love meant, that to him you had never changed. But that man was Choi San, a stylist from the Capitol, another gem adored by the masses, so, could he really love you?

｡˚ ° ↷ 3. Jeong Yunho x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Thousand Miles, just to get you back

╰┈➤ Summary: You didn't want this, but then again, you were sure nobody wanted to face the repercussions of being a victor. You hated your life and you hated everyone around you, never trusting a soul again. Whatever President Snow has put you through after your Games was unforgivable and your only solace lay in Finnick Odair, who understood you and your pain. But it didn't end there, no, it never would with Jeong Yunho, another victor, always breathing down your neck and hogging you as if his life depended on it. You didn't like him and you didn't trust him after what he'd done to you despite being your mentor in your Games. And when the 75th Hunger Games come around and President Snow announces that the tributes this year will be the reaped victors, your world comes crashing down, forcing you to do things you never thought you'd do again. But if it meant Panem would be free, you'd do it again.

｡˚ ° ↷ 4. Kim Hongjoong x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Cravin', I'm cravin', I crave you

╰┈➤ Summary: Being in love with your childhood best friend was hard, especially when your feelings weren't reciprocated. Kim Hongjoong, barely a few years older than you, certainly lived a better life. He was a well-known, sought-after, and praised stylist in the Capitol, his creations renovative after the Civil War the Districts unleashed on Panem, against the Capitol . And you, well, you were still studying at the Academy, trying to figure life out and become someone on your own and not due to your parents' wealth and importance. You figured Hongjoong would pay more attention to you when you had finally decided to become a fashion magazine editor, but, no, it only seemed like that drew him closer to Tigris, the person you hated the most. Will you allow her to steal the love of your life? No, never, only over your dead body.

A/N: I was never supposed to turn this into a mini-series of sorts, but alas, here we are! Since four of our boys are getting their own oneshot's, I decided to make a collective masterlist for them, and who knows, maybe I'll add more members to it if a good enough idea comes across my mind. Tbh, I don't exactly want to start a taglist for this mini-series, but I suppose if there's a high demand then I might just. I might change the summaries for San, Yunho, and Hongjoong since their stories aren't written yet and I was going off based on their plots, but I'll see. All of these titles were inspired by songs, and maybe you should listen to Tove Lo's Thousand Miles if you haven't before because that shit was my jam in high school and I nearly collapsed while listening to it again lmao. I have nothing else much to say, except that I might post San's part around Sunday, and if not, then at the start of next week, hopefully. If you're as big of a Hunger Games fan as I am, I hope you enjoy these stories and ignore some inaccuracies, thank uu! See u around <3 divider1 divider2

↳Perm. taglist: @orshii @jjoongstar @tinyelfperson @thestarskiller @zuuhaa

@aaa-sia @gong-fourz @a-tinycarat @sooberryworld @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad

@anastasiamin860 @yunhogrippers @vcutparis @tunaasan @blvckarabixnvoid

@yusalterego @arigakittyo @slowee00 @jaerisdiction @hey-syia

@vnessalau @oddracha @chatsgotmytongue @potatos-on-clouds @yunhowooyo

@watermelon2319 @yoongzsmile28 @klllerwaifu @apriecotte @hwasbbyg

@kyeos4ng @samiiy20 @woosanhobros @aswho1estuff @khjoongie98

@ateez-main-yapper @kang-ulzzang @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @ginger-mingi @redzie02

@unholywriters @autieofthevalley @roomsofangel @peachyy-joonie @baeksofty

@tunafishyfishylike @syubseokie @jycas @fandom-freak-geek @intaksfav

@itswaffleberry @e3ellie @skz1-4-3 @hoe4yunho @kyeomooniee

@winklehwa @eyesonlyformingi @khjssss @torieisawesome99 @amrose8

@faeriehwa @hongjoongsprincess @iceteainsummer @lac3ybow @aurorajoye

❀ complete the forms if you're interested! ^^

[hannieehaee]

content: badboy!wonwoo (he's actually a cutie pie he's just v careless with his safety T-T), established relationship, break up, angst, fluffy ending (it's always fluffy endings here or i die), mentions of shady work, mentions of bruises, etc.

part 2

wc: 1191

a/n: thank you so much to the person who requested this!! im rlly bad with angst so this was hard haha if any of u want a smutty continuation pls lmk <3 i was gonna finish w smut but i wasnt sure ;-;

masterlist

"how can you expect me to care about you when you have such little regard for yourself?"

those were some of the last words wonwoo had heard from you last time he saw you.

he had, once again, arrived home late, blue and grey from yet another altercation he'd found himself in. he had promised you he'd leave his shady past behind. that he'd take care of you and you'd exist happily together, never having to worry for the other's safety.

it had taken you a while to break, begging him to put you out of your misery and either leave you or promise you a life in which you wouldn't be terrified every time he stepped foot out of the door. living without you was just unconceivable for wonwoo, which left him with only one choice.

he managed to keep his promise for about a week or two, happy to arrive punctual at home every night and find you waiting for him, more than ready to shower him with your affections.

he hadn't meant to break his promise. nothing broke him more than the look in your eyes as he entered your shared home, two hours late and with twenty missed calls from you. his skin was once again covered with bruises, disheveled hair and exhausted state to match. he hadn't thought this would be the end. that despite of his pleas to please stay, you'd still pack your bags, eyes filled with tears as you cried at him that you couldn't stay and watch him slowly kill himself like this. what you hadn't realized was that nothing could kill him more than your absence.

~

it had only been two weeks since you left him. two weeks since his last genuine smile graced his face. two weeks since he was able to sleep. and most ironically, two weeks since he'd gotten into some type of life-threatening altercation. his bruises had healed by now, taking longer than usual now that he didn't have you to tend to him like before. he still kept up with you, watching you from afar as you cruised through life. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, hoping to respect your decision to leave and take his heart with you, but your absence was too much for him. if he couldn't have you, he'd at least watch you from afar, dreading what he had lost. so that's what he did, and thats what he was currently doing right now.

you were attending some party, he'd found out. which meant he needed to be in attendance too and watch over you. he felt dejected as he watched you have fun with your friends, sad that maybe the breakup just hadn't been that big of a deal to you. maybe you were truly better off without him. maybe he needed to leave you alone and allow you to enjoy life without a burden such as jeon wonwoo.

he wanted to leave, he truly did, but his body wouldn't let him. he just wanted you back into his life so badly. everything had turned bleak the moment you left, making him just a shell of himself. he wanted to approach you and get on his knees (in front of all the wasted party goes, even) and beg you for forgiveness. he wanted to cry out to you how much he loved you, that you were the light of his life, that he'd leave it all behind for you. but he was too much of a coward to do that. so, he prepared himself mentally in order to leave, sparing one last look your way before disappearing into the crowd. except you were gone. in his distracted state, you had left. your friends were still there, but you were the sole disappearance. wonwoo knew he should've just left you alone, but he couldn't live with himself if something were to happen to you.

he frantically looked for you for a good five minutes before finding you in some empty balcony, sitting down against the rail with your legs hanging from it. he could only see your profile, but was able to spot the shine of your cheeks, a clear indicator that you'd been crying. he once again couldn't help himself when he spoke up.

"baby?" he was slow at approaching you, not wanting to surprise you too much.

you jumped a bit anyways, "wonwoo? what are you doing here?"

"i ... i wanted to see you. i'm sorry"

you had gotten up, now facing him but keeping yourself closed off, arms wrapped around yourself and eyes not meeting his, very much unlike your usual affectionate self.

"wonwoo ... you can't keep doing this. i know you've been following me around. you need to leave me alone."

"i .."

"do you think this is easy for me? i love you. so fucking much. i just cant watch you get hurt over and over. i cant wait home late not knowing if you'll actually come back," you'd began ranting, your emotions getting stronger by the second, "every time you leave it's like i have to hold my breath, and i cant breathe until i have you back to me safely. i can't do this anymore. i love you, i-"

wonwoo couldnt take it anymore. he walked the rest of the way and held onto you. he lightly grabbed you and placed you in his arms, engulfing your shaking form against his chest. you'd begun crying halfway through your speech, your words becoming slurred and you shook and sniffled throughout. wonwoo couldn't physically handle seeing you in such distress without wanting to take it away. so he held onto you. what surprised him was that you held him back. you nuzzled your face into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around him as you sobbed against him, crying that you loved him.

"i love you ... so fucking much," pulling away, he made sure to look into your eyes as he spoke, "i can't exist without you. i'll stop- i stopped. i'll leave it all behind for you. we can leave. together. i'll do anything for you, just- please. please come back to me. i love you."

"wonwoo ..."

"i mean it! i'll keep you safe. i'll keep us safe. we can start new. just us. you'll never have to worry about me again, i promise. just need you back. please. i can't do this without you, i-"

like in any other cliche, you pulled him into you, kissing his words back into his mouth. but he didn't care. he kissed all emotions right back into yours, letting all the sadness he had in him dissipate against your lips. you kissed until you became lightheaded, sighing against each other's lips even when you were out of breath, refusing to pull away. wonwoo was finally the one to pull away, almost losing his mind at the way your lips chased after his.

"let me take you home? i love you. wanna take care of you."

and with that, you walked back into his life, hand in hand, with the promise that his love for you would keep him safe.

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 NAP TIME WITH NIKOLAI!

FEATURING: nikolai gogol

SUMMARY: nap time with nikolai is always eventful one way or another—you've gotten used to it. you think. (wordcount: 900ish; sfw; fem!reader)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: 1) is anyone having issues editing drafts on mobile?? it's not letting me. 2) does anyone know how to fix the dividers not letting posts show up in the tags glitch D: i am suffering

“nikolai.”

“yes, my dove?”

“what are you doing?”

you sigh softly as you card your fingers through his soft hair, absently feeling the man trace patterns on your skin with the tip of a knife. you don’t know where he got it—he isn’t wearing his overcoat so it’s not like he could have grabbed it from where it was stashed in his pocket dimension. 

he’s not nearly tracing hard enough to break your skin—if anything, it feels like a faint tickle—but it had woken you up from where you were dozing off, so you’re a bit annoyed. 

“… nothing,” nikolai replies, voice hesitant and laced with such a suspicious tone that it has you cracking your eyes open to give him an equally suspicious look. 

nikolai looks deceptively innocent as he tilts his head up to look up at you, eyes wide and expression soft. the knife is nowhere to be seen, he must have stuffed it up his sleeve. your eyes narrow, nikolai pouts at the expression.

“nikolai, if you cut me with that knife, i’ll chop off your hair,” you threaten watching a horrified expression cross his face before letting your head fall back against the pillow, intent on trying to get a nap in before fyodor barges in and demands for the two of you to get back to work.

nikolai is silent for a moment, but too soon he says: “no you won’t,” and then cackles and adds, “you looooooove my hair.” 

you peek your eyes back open, a bit more irate now when you catch the wide grin on nikolai’s face, eyes dancing as he looks up at you. “do you know what i love more than your hair?” you ask as you brush your fingers through his long, white locks. when he waits for you to answer your own question, you tell him, “not having my sleep interrupted.”

you tug his hair hard, painfully, and you roll your eyes when nikolai only lets out a moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“you’re disgusting,” you say, albeit fondly, as you release his hair and go back to stroking it softly. “put the knife away and rest.”

you hear a clanging sound as nikolai carelessly tosses the knife off the bed and against the wall. instead of laying his head back on your chest like he usually does when you want to nap but he’s not tired, he scooches up the bed to rest his head on the pillow next to you. you smile when you feel him hook an arm around your waist, tugging you back toward him so your body is flush to his. 

“thought you weren’t tired,” you murmur softly, eyes sliding shut as you melt into him.  it’s not often that you get to lay up with nikolai like this, he’s rarely tired enough to actually nap with you—he usually just lays on you until you fall asleep and then disappears to find someone to harass. 

“hmmm, i changed my mind, little koshenya!” he says, although you can’t help but notice that he doesn’t sound all too tired, a playful lilt to his voice as he nuzzles his face in your hair. 

“oh yeah?” you ask, amused, yawning as your eyes begin to drift shut again. the weight of his arm draped around you is familiar and comforting and you can feel his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

“mhmm!” nikolai agrees, still sounding a bit too energetic for you to actually believe he’s tired—you figure he has ulterior motives but you don’t know what they are, and that slightly terrifies you.

it doesn’t terrify you enough to rouse you, though, because you can hardly hold your eyes open as you bring your hand to where nikolai’s is resting on your waist, intertwining your fingers with his. 

he hums softly, his chest rumbling gently against your back—an old lullaby that you recall him mentioning as one of the few things he remembers from his mother during his childhood. his thumb rubs soft circles on your waist while he nudges his nose against your head, occasionally pressing kisses to your hair between the lullaby’s verses. 

and you bask, because nikolai is rarely as docile as he is in this moment and you want to savor it. a part of you wants to try to stay awake, but it’s hard with the warmth of his body spreading through you and the low, smooth hums of nikolai’s voice in your ear, chest reverberating against you. 

“sleep, my dove,” nikolai coos between his hums. “i have a surprise for you tomorrow.”

and that more than slightly terrifies you because surprises from nikolai rarely end well, but by the time the words finally process, he’s already back to humming and lulling you to sleep—purposely, you now realize sleepily. 

“better be a good one, kolya,” you sigh to yourself, not even sure if the words are intelligible, but if the way nikolai’s hums briefly are interrupted by a sharp, jarring giggle have anything to say about it, they are. 

“of course, it will be,” he promises cryptically. “now sleep, little koshenya.”

[ilasillusion]

anger issues (pt.2)

STARRING. ao'nung x na'vi!reader

CONTAINING. fluff, established relationship (mates), no use of y/n, living together with ao'nung, time skips, soft ao'nung

WARNING(S). none (please inform me in the comments if you spot anything!)

WORD COUNT. 2.0k

synopsis: ao'nung's sudden change in attitude ends in a heated argument that lasted for days; cold shoulder, silent treatment, absolutely no interaction between you two. however, he couldn't risk you leave his life the longer you don't talk to each other so he pleads and asks you to give him another chance.

translation: mawey - calm down, yawne - beloved

the night that fell upon pandora quickly disappeared with the sun rising. the sun radiating on your skin, as you felt warmth. warmth from the sun and him, you slowly opened your eyes adjusting it to the light. you panicked a bit seeing you and ao’nung cuddled up in bed. suddenly having a bit of a relapse to your argument, so you squirmed and breathed out in panic waking him up.

ao'nung awoke eyes widened looking at you, seeing that you were panicking which made him feel a bit hurt. “hey, hey. it’s okay… i’m not angry. you're okay... we're okay....” he said softly pulling you back in his arms, he brushed your hair gently to provide you a sense of comfort as your breathing stabilized.

“i’ll never ever shout at you like that again, hm? i give you my word” ao’nung said softly planting a kiss on your forehead, hesitating to kiss you on your lips. it’s been almost a week since you two kissed each other, which had him on edge for your love. little did he know that you were too craving for his touch as well.

you sat up, unwrapping his arms from your body. standing up so you could go to the kitchen and drink some water. ao'nung follows behind you like a sad lost puppy, your tail swishes a bit remembering the time how he followed you around like this when he couldn't admit that he liked you and wanted to court you. “can we talk?” ao'nung asks you, also drinking water.

you nod as you grab his hand to lead you and him back to the bedroom so you could talk in a more private setting rather than the open area-d living room. this made him smile as you grab his hands.

you and him sat on the bed as you try to avoid his gaze making his ears tilt downwards. ao’nung broke the silence, “i’ll immediately book an appointment with my mother… and i’ll attend as possible." causing your ears to tilt a bit which he notices.

"is there anything else i can do to show you just how sorry i am for what i did?” he softly says, grabbing your hands into his, desperate for to hold you.

with his grip on yours, you stood up making him stand as well. you pulled him to the table inside the bedroom, tilting your head to it to make him look there, as your tail lowly swished. showing the broken necklace that laid there untouched since you placed it the day of the argument.

the sight of the necklace immediately made ao’nung’s heart sink. he couldn’t believe that he damaged such a gift out of anger, such an important token of you two’s relationship. seeing the shell have a cracked signified the current situation of you two,

“i’m… so sorry, my love.” he whispers out as tears threaten to come out his eyes, he lightly squeezes your hand. “i don’t want to make you a new one, as it might seem that i’m replacing the memories it had… but would you prefer one?” he asks as you continued to stay silent, frowning a bit as you stared at the necklace.

“give me the chance to fix this, to fix us. to make you happy again? i know what i did was horrible, i- i have no words to reason out, but i promise to work hard to improve myself… please” he kneels down still holding your hands as he now sobs, hearing him cry and sniffle tugged your heart.

“stop crying…” you whisper out, squeezing at his hands to make him stand up. he stands up, still crying as he looks at you with his now puffy and teary eyes.

“leave me alone for a while…” he gave a sigh of relief when you mentioned for a while. he gives you a nod and a smile, “i’ll give you time, as much as you need. i just want you to be happy, and i’m willing to wait…” he says, letting go of your hands. his dropping to the sides as he steps out of the room.

"ha... it's you and me again." he mutters to the living room woven floor as he sat upon it, not knowing what else to do as he felt lost.

you lay on the bed feeling tired and exhausted from doing absolutely nothing so you took a nap.

waking up hyperventilating, you struggled to breathe. you were feeling scared of your surroundings so you broke down on the bed. ao’nung heard you crying as he ran inside, forgetting about the space and alone time you asked.

he immediately wrapped his arms around you as you sat up, he gently caressed your head whispering sweetly to your ears to calm you down. “mawey, yawne… mawey…” he hesitates to peck your lips so he plants a soft kiss on top of your head instead as he tries to cradle you in his arms.

“what can i do? please… i don’t want you to leave me.” he softly says, his voice breaking as you look up to see him starting to cry. you nuzzle your face into his chest, taking in his scent.

“stop asking, and… i’m not leaving you, okay? i’m not… i just, i’m lost in my thoughts because i want us to be okay but i also want you to know that what you did was wrong so i'm distancing myself.” you said, looking up at him.

ao’nung kisses your forehead gently, hugging you tightly. “i really am sorry for what i did. you’re very important to me and i want you to feel better.” he says letting out the tension inside of him, he was glad that you to are at least talking again as you now gave him replies instead of the usual silence. “i know…” you softly reply to him, nuzzling back into his chest.

he kisses your forehead again gently, “i love you, you are my ocean. i hope you can forgive me one day, and i hope that by holding on to me at least feel some reassurance that i’m here…” he says softly as you only nod, not saying it back which he visibly frowns.

you two spent the day talking forgetting about the time was past eclipse. he had you in his arms again giving him relief that you two are finally sleeping on the same bed again, he disliked sleeping on the cold woven floor of the living room area without a mat, but he had to endure it considering his past actions hurt you.

you squirmed in your sleep, slowly waking up. jolting awake as ao’nung noticed you, yawning. “hi…” he says yawnily, still a bit sleepy. “hi…” you reply back in a hush tone hiding your face in his chest which gave him flutters. “you got therapy today?” you ask.

ao’nung forgot to visit his mom to ask for a therapy session due to staying with you at home all day yesterday, he didn’t want to lie to you by saying he has one so he chose to be honest not wanting to break the current fixation of you two’s relationship right now. “no, i don’t… i forgot to go yesterday.” he whispers, scared of your reaction but he knew it was the best approach rather than lying. “but i’m going to tell my mom today though.” you give him a nod and a small smile for choosing to be honest.

“i know i said it countless times- i really am sorry for ruining the necklace, the things i said- shouted…” he trails off, “i love you, so, so much. i’ll go today, get therapy until i improve myself. i understand if you’re feeling confused right now with me…” ao’nung says softly but sternly, feeling genuine remorse for what he did.

you planted a soft kiss on his nose, avoiding his lips in the meantime. ao’nung can’t help but smile at the kiss you planted, it’s one of the most familiar gestures between you two after all. it brought him back to your first kiss after your first date. “do you forgive me? can you forgive me?” he asks. “i’m trying, don’t rush me. you skxawng.” you sternly say, letting out a small giggle which makes his ears perk at the sound of you. “alright, sorry… tell me, is there anything i can do right now to make you feel a little better?”, “make me breakfast?”, he laughs at your request but complies as he unwrapped his self from you to stand up.

“i’d love to make you breakfast, will anything do?” you nod in response as he proceeds to cut up some fruit and place them in a bowl.

“here you go, love! breakfast in bed!” ao’nung exclaim happily, his tail visibly wagging behind him. “thank you… my love.” you whisper the last part, and fortunately ao’nung heard making his tail wag more a few bites later which gave him an idea.

“do you want to talk? as we eat? if it’s okay…” he cautiously suggested which made you happy. you and ao’nung loved to look back at you two’s memories, anniversaries or any celebration to lift up the mood or simply for fun, which became a routine for you two whenever one of you had a bad day. you assumed that it was what he pertained to so you nodded.

“where do you wanna start? from the beginning?” he smiles. “i remember asking you to help me with carrying my shells back home when we were children…” you smile at the memory as we ate.

“that’s because you took to much to carry! you should’ve brought a basket back then...” he playfully scoffs at the memory of you roaming the shore and grabbing shells as many as you can back then, where he would pick up the rest that would fall out of your arms.

“yeah, but you clumsily made me one the next day…” you softly smile, knowing the basket with shells is somewhere in the room. “hey! i did my best okay! i even asked my mother and tsi’reya for help…” ao’nung’s ears turn a bit pink in embarrassment.

"what about that one time where i came home from a hunt? where i had light bruises and some wounds." he mentions to you, which kinda agitated you remembering how badly you scolded him while he was just enjoying you lecture him. "you're the reason i keep having to make ointments! you should take care of yourself more when you hunt!! quit bumping into corals."

you and ao’nung continued talking til both of you ended up with empty fruit bowls. “…but then our argument…” you trail off, getting cut mid-sentence by ao’nung. “yes, i said terrible, awful things when i was mad. i should have never... under any circumstance said what i said or shouted at you.” his ears go back and down, feeling guilt.

“well… how about we approach your mother so you could attend a therapy session and consult her?" you suggest to him, as you look at ao'nung with love in your eyes.

"i… i want to see your attitude improve, my love. not that i think you have a bad attitude-! i just don’t… i don’t want you shoving me… calling me a freak or shouting things like that… when you have a bad day.” you softly say, grabbing his hands and rubbing your thumbs on it.

you noticed ao’nung’s ears immediately perk as soon as you called him love which made you happy inside causing your tail to swish, and for sure ao'nung as well.

“it’s okay, i understand what you're saying..." he whispers looking into your eyes. "i want to improve myself and for you as well… shall we go?” he says grabbing both of your bowls to place away.

you nod, “i’ll escort you on the way and pick you up after your session” smiling, as both of you fix up the bed and bring the dishes back to the kitchen area.

ao’nung’s heart feels a bit lighter. he feels confident that he can fix this, and improve himself for you.

previous | next

a/n. hope you enjoyed reading you and ao'nung's relationship improve through this pt.2! likes, reposts, and comments are appreciated! lmk what you think cuz there is still a pt.3!! (and i might add a bonus!)

© ILASILLUSION 2023

[adhdnojutsu]

@theheirofthesharingan asked me how I write Itachi mid-psychosis. Being terrible with time, I didn't realize that was a while ago... but here goes...

I like writing from 1st person POV, so I tend to pick a character close to Itachi to make subjective observations.

An observing character would describe him as gloomier than usual, more withdrawn, sleeping or eating more or less than usual, glowering through unkempt hair, the Sharingan activating at inappropriate times because his acutely troubled brain feels threatened by anything.

OG Japanese Itachi is RUDE on his best days, so when he's in a bad place mentally (as in, worse than usual), I write him to be somewhere between his baseline and insufferable ("Go fuck yourself, Kisame"), or the opposite, completely submissive for lacking the capacity to impose, basically a ragdoll who lies around until someone flings him about.

I write him on meds a lot. I don't know why, but I have a medical "affinity", so that stuff plays a role a lot. From what little is known about his "canon" medication, it'd have him indifferent and "hot mess cheerful" a lot of the time, so I write medicated Itachi "idgaf cheerful" in a way Effy or Cassie from Skins are cheerful (think "wake up in a greasy alleyway with your mascara running down your face and not remembering whose jizz is in your panties, but smiling and thinking this is fine"). Even off Kotaro, he'd take stuff to numb himself or sleep through the days, or uppers if he has to perform. No, he doesn't wipe the occasional trail of drool in that state, and he will scratch his crotch in public without a care in the world or stare at his own barf for a while before deciding to clean it up.

He's more indifferent than usual to what happens to him, he s*lf-h*rms in ways other than "existing while Itachi", and drinks, which in my hc makes him clingy and expressive, so he seeks attention from people he usually avoids.

Sasuke is still his raison d'être, but it becomes hard to give him that much weight when his mental health is weighing more heavily on Itachi. So he may get mood swings from being torn between having to hang on for Sasuke, and the temptation to end his own suffering here and now. He could lash out during such times and be both short in his replies and snappy.

I use body language a lot, too, or I think so. I write Itachi making himself small a lot, like disappearing in his cloak or his clothing being too baggy on him. Like an animal retreating to hybernate or, well, die. Clothing size isn't necessarily body language, but used deliberately, it does work like a turtle shell. When he's around people he trusts, he responds to pain and emotional triggers, but when he isn't, he'd be stiff and irritable from self-restraint. So there's always some tension in his neck and shoulders, feet pointing away from the unpleasant situation, a 1000 yard stare or a gaze into a distance he'd rather be in.

He'd slouch a lot and an observer would think he shrank. I sometimes give him nervous habits like fumbling his lips or scratching, in one WIP he's found sucking his thumb in his mother's blood (granted, he's 12 there). If you gave him a fidget spinner, he'd probably break it, then try stabbing his hand with it.

TL;DR, I think mid-break Itachi would just struggle to retain all that dignified composure of his and the screaming, thrashing, shaking, vomiting inner child would leak in ways it often does with these quiet ones. Or in extreme cases, as Danzo calls it in one WIP, "a dumb sack of emotional incontinence beneath even animals".

Because Itachi isn't a psychopath. He feels. Intensely. Take away his strength to bottle it all up after all he's been through, this could be what you get.

[astridhoff03]

You know exactly who you are, you always have:

Hi, This is a Little Astrid-Story during the end of Shell shocked Part two. Warning: some Kind of sexuel violence

Its a look into Astrids Mindset After Viggos „Death“. And maybe a Little Explaintion Why she got captured from him. And I think Astrid hides many of her emotional side behind her anger. Hope you like the Story! Its my first Httyd-Fanfiction I‘ve ever write.

P.S. The Post underneath the Story inspire Me to this.

Lost in thought, Astrid Hofferson's gaze wandered into the distance, to the turbulent sea, whose surface was making waves. A strong wind whistled through her blonde hair and some strands came loose from her wild braid. It had only been 24 hours since Hiccup had saved her from Viggo, but the shock was still deep in her bones. She still felt his great grip under her ribcage, her own ax at her throat. Stormfly's fear filled squeak, fearing for her rider. As she had done so many times, she had tried not to show any mercy or fear when she faced Viggo. She had rushed at him as soon as she saw him, threatening him with her battle axe, but with one powerful blow he had knocked her to the ground. Without even using any axes. Immediately she was back on her feet, dependent on Stormfly to shoot spikes and fire at Viggo, But he skillfully avoided them. Viggo had only laughed at her mildly. “You and your Nadder make an extraordinarily good team.” She gripped her ax tightly so that her knuckles turned white. “I knew you shouldn’t be trusted. I should have cut your throat straight away.” He moved towards her with slow steps, his gait dangerous and graceful at the same time. Like a whispering death that just waits for its prey beneath the surface before grabbing and tearing it apart. The blood rushed through her ears, she heard Stormfly's battle-ready sound of her spikes, which she had set up to send them through Viggo's body at any time. Astrid sucked in a hissing breath and didn't take her eyes off the head of the dragon hunter. She rushed at him, but once again he blocked her attack, ripped the ax from her hand and threw her to the ground. Astrid wanted to get up, her ribs throbbed in pain, she doubled over, twisted inside. As she was about to get up again, she pulled Viggo by the foot towards a cliff. “A Hofferson is probably not as invincible as they say, my love.” Astrid screamed for Stormfly, she could gag at those words. My love. She was no one's love. “I am not your love, you monster,” she hissed spitefully. Stormfly’s spikes flashed overhead, followed by a desperate burst of fire. Viggo grinned. "Don't act like that, heartless little Astrid." She wanted to hit him with her hands, to choke him. She wanted to see the life drain from his eyes. With a jerk, she felt his torso trap her legs so that she could no longer move them. She bit at him, but by then he had already pressed her hands against her chest. “I don't really think much of violence, but apparently that's the only way to defeat you.” His eyes were very close to hers, she swallowed hard, squirmed, but she couldn't get out of his grip. He was so close, too close. Like Eric, only he had torn her skirts, pushed her against a wall and forced a kiss on her. She hadn't been able to defend herself back then either; she was alone, alone in the darkness. These thoughts made her gasp for breath, she was back in that dark, musty alley with Eric, his calloused hands moving up her breasts, she wanted to scream but her voice was lost to her. His hands went under her shirt, into her pants, to her most sensitive spot. She clenched her hands into fists, holding back tears like she had so many times in her life. Even as a very little girl, she had never allowed herself to cry. She was a warrior, a fighter and she had to live up to that ideal. Whatever the cost.

With a flash of lightning she was back in reality, Viggo above her had disappeared, she heard a quiet humming in front of her, she jumped up, Stormfly lay at her feet, Viggo's sword across her throat. “No-Stormfly!” A triumphant grin crossed Viggo’s face. “Love is beautiful and passionate at the same time, but it also makes you fragile. And she just makes you, my little girl, weak.” “Don’t hurt her,” said Astrid in a trembling voice. "Otherwise, I'll kill you myself." He laughed bitterly. “Oh, I would like to believe that, Astrid. But if you even try to touch me, I'll cut your nadder's head off if you don't do what I tell you. Got it?” Defeated, she nodded. She had known that she would have had no chance and yet the memories always lingered in her like an echo that would not fade away.

Stormfly and Toothless frolicked happily in the lower room of Hiccup's hut, a slight smile crept across Astrid's face when she saw her Nadder lady playing so happily with her best friend, the Night Fury. Luckily everything went well. She would never have been able to forgive herself if something bad had happened to Stormfly. Never. Stormfly was the only one Astrid could open up to, she always listened to her without judging her and always stood by her one hundred percent. Stormfly was also the only one who knew about the night with Eric; She couldn't even tell Hiccup or her two best friends Heather and Ruffnut about this shame, or about Viggo's attack. Had he sensed that she was afraid of closer physical contact that would allow her to emotionally undress? Hiccup sat down next to her and looked at her worriedly. Even though they had only been together for about four days, everything still felt so new and exciting to them. Although she had wanted the chief's son for years and he meant everything to her, she feared the many challenges they would still have to face that could even divide them. Forever. She gently felt Hiccup's hand rubbing her back. This move felt so right and perfect, almost too good to be true. He was the only one who silently understood her. She was so glad that she had him and not a macho Viking like Snotlout, although at least he would never be invasive because even if he sometimes didn't show it, he tried to understand women and their needs. Completely different was Eric, that hypocritical bastard of a cream puff who only wanted one thing: a little mistress he could lay whenever he wanted. The only nice thing about him was his blue and silver Monstrous Nightmare, Silverstorm. Who had always met Astrid on an equal footing at the academy and had always gotten along well with Stormfly. A strand of her hair fell into her face, Hiccup lovingly brushed it out of her face, she only flinched ever so slightly. "Is everything okay with you? You seem so...absent?" She shook her head. "No, it's not." Hiccup stood up and pulled her up to him, smiling genuinely and lovingly. Smiling, she followed him into his bed, that they would share each other for the first time tonight. Everything was different with him. “Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” She shook her head. "I can not yet. But I hope I can soon, if I ever get the chance.” He took her chin in his hand so she could look into his forest green eyes. “You know, I have an idea. How about we write each other letters in which we express our feelings for each other. Maybe then it will be easier for you to tell me what's going on with you sometimes." Now Astrid threw her arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss on the mouth, so that Hiccup was completely amazed at her sudden excitement. "Yes understood."

[found-wings]

for songs- instead of being happy and loving the world let me suggest little talks for codebreakers specifically in the code phil au after he's lost most of who he is through their continuous experiments ^-^ most of it I think fits but the bridge Especially so in the most heartbreaking way possible ow I love this song - 💿

After seeing this recommendation, I started listening to it on loop for a little while and you have me sold, I will be adding it to the playlist post in a moment because RAAH ( at least I assume it‘s the Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, KAJAK )

Especially the beginning lyrics have me so???? ITS SO GOOD

The beginning lyrics being in connection to Phil not feeling safe in his own, almost abandoned home and Etoiles offering to be there for him, being a guiding hand whenever possible and protect him from what‘s to come. How much it hurts for Etoiles to see his friend being broken down from day to day, visit to visit.

Moving to Phil isolating himself, the „old voice“ could be in relation to the Federation breaking his mind apart with each visit. Making him doubt himself the more — or the less — he knows because he can‘t tell apart anymore what is real and what isn‘t, especially when it comes to his relation to the other Islanders and the Feds. Etoiles being there to remind him of everything good and that he is still there, Phil is still himself and that will never change no matter if he‘s a partial code, no matter how much the Federation messes with him.

„You‘re gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear

All that‘s left is a ghost of you

Now we‘re torn, torn, torn apart, there‘s nothing we can do

Just let me go, we‘ll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around“

THIS???? I AGREE SO HARD, this especially gives me vibes of Etoiles watching what is practically a shell of the Philza he once knew, entirely broken by the Feds. Their once deep, trust bound connection hanging on by just a thread and threatening to be entirely torn away from each other - but Etoiles refuses to let go, he refuses to let the Federation take his friend away from him like this as if he‘s nothing more than just a mere toy for them.

ALTERNATIVELY this also gives me the idea of a particular bad ‘fixing‘, where Phil goes missing for far longer than any other time. Phil sitting within a small, almost cell like room and feeling like this is it. The others will never notice or care for his disappearance again, won‘t ever try and get him back and the only reminders of his friends — family — being the small memories of them that the Federation so gracefully allowed him to keep. He‘s ready to just.. let go.

And Etoiles has had enough at that point, leading to an eventual break out for Phil from the hands of the Federation once he has enough info. There‘s a couple of other people tagging along and just imagine Etoiles breaking open a door and just seeing Phil right there — even if still separated by either reinforced metal bars or glass, just wishing for Phil to hold on.

Silly idea that randomly popped into my head, anyways AJAKKA

General consensus :

Very big vouch, will be adding it to my playlist pile and rattle it aggressively around

[slf-tnd]

Looks like your Brother

Part 1

1st Draft for the 2nd Chapter! Still part of the Prologue tho, lol

I will upload the edited Version on Ao3 in 2 or 3 Days.

Starring into those wild eyes, Donnie thought back to when everything went wrong. Not even two days ago had he last seen Mikey, his bright little brother, unharmed and safe. Now, his little brother was wildly clawing at him, jaws biting down hard on the tech bo he had been able to put between himself and his attacker (and just how painful that thought was). Those seemingly glowing white eyes glared down at him, hissing furiously at him from behind the tech bo, and started to bite down even harder. Donnie’s eyes widened when he saw cracks forming from where Mikey was biting. Seems like his behaviour was not the only thing different.Steeling himself, Donnie twisted his tech bo in different directions, Mikey’s head unwillingly following his lead. New sharp nails were scratching blindly at him but Donnie persisted, pulling most of Mikey’s upper body off of him and rolling them, now with Donnie on top. Pushing the tech bo down, white eyes widened in panic, the body under him wiggling incessantly and limbs flailing in an attempt to throw him off. Like a cornered animal, he mused absentmindedly. “Mikey,” he called out to his brother.

Why did he do it? What did he think would happen? That Mikey would magically be okay? Calm down? That wild white eyes reveal the ones he desperately wanted to see? HISS!But it did not work. It did nothing. It was just Donnie and this feral animal looking like his little brother, deep within the sewers. The wounds he received felt fake; painless in comparison to his emotions inside. Pushing everything down, he pulled out something he did not think he would need. The struggle died down quickly after Donnie used the knock-out dart he rarely ever gets to use. Now, he was alone. Hunching over the body, his eyes unwillingly scanned it. Every new injury and any new change. Cuts and blood. Markings and appendages. This was his brother. It was not his brother. He slowly got up and picked up the body, ignoring how blurry his vision was. He can fix this. He cannot fix this.

His first instinct was to bring the… Mikey to his lab but he quickly doubled back to the Medbay, where he did the best he could. Cuts, bruises, lacerations - they all pale in comparison to the spiderweb-like cracks adorning the carapace. In the end, his best was very little against those injuries. Nothing life-threatening yet, but the shell was a problem he decided to look into later. He left Mikey bound to a bed, laying on his plastron to keep the pressure off of the carapace. While the plastron was not left untouched, the small chips were less of a concern to him at the moment.

Donnie sighed when nausea hit him hard. Noticing the time, he could guess why. All appetite left him after he noticed his brothers’ disappearances, so he has not eaten since lunch on the day he last saw them. Weird to think that it has already been three days. It felt simultaneous like it was yesterday and forever ago. Assuming that fainting should be avoided, he should probably go eat something. Giving himself a moment (which involves groaning loudly for a minute straight), he got up and shuffled his way to the kitchen.

While waiting for the leftovers to heat up, Donnie did a rare thing (for him) and let his mind wander aimlessly. Fixing the other two trackers is important, but doing some research on cracked-shell care takes priority; letting it heal wrong would be bad in the long run. Also finding out what happened to cause their disappearance is a must. Looking at Bio-Data, to find out what caused the physical changes, from Mikey will only get him so far. Taking out the food from the microwave, he barely paid attention as he ate.

Chewing, he hummed thoughtfully. Mikey is probably going to be hungry once he wakes up. Should Donnie…bring him something? Mikey should be still unconscious from the dart, so he could leave him something to eat, uncuff a hand and wait until he sleeps to cuff it again- all without the risk of getting bit. The food would have to be something simple and easy on the stomach after, presumably, not eating since initially leaving the lair. Putting the dishes in the sink, Donnie went and opened the fridge, his eyes roaming its content. Nothing hard or heavy, a fluid being the best choice. Taking his state and their biology into account, something closer to their species’ diet would be better. Taking out two items, Donnie set them down on the kitchen counter, looking at the two in consideration.

Yoghurt and Applesauce. Yoghurt would be ideal and he could possibly put in some berries, but without knowing how much Mikey’s Biology has changed, with the more animalistic behaviour he has portrayed, he should avoid feeding him dairy. Maybe another time, when things are not as uncertain. Putting the yoghurt away, Donnie went to grab a bowl. Before hesitating and grabbing a plastic bowl. Before thinking better of it and grabbing a paper bowl. Donnie was still repairing his tech bo from Mikey biting it, so he can guess how much power is behind that bite. With his current unpredictable behaviour, Donnie is not taking any chances. Besides, once Mikey is back to normal, he will have Donnie’s head for breaking one of his “favourites”. Honestly, Donnie has the suspicion that Mikey does not have a favourite and is only messing with them. Not that he will voice this to anyone else. The fear on Leo’s face when he accidentally cracked Mikey’s “favourite” mug was hilarious.

He chuckled softly at the memory, ignoring the sting in his chest. Sighing, he opened the door and- he froze. Wide-eyed, they stared at each other. Donnie, rooted in the doorway, and Mikey, bound and cuffed to a bed, straining to look at him from over the shoulder. Mikey was awake. How was he awake?! Could it be…The physical changes? An increased metabolism or resistance to drugs, perhaps? White eyes bore into him, the intensity behind it almost flooring him. Mikey seemed calmer than before. Coolcoolcoolcool- just, be calm about this. Forcefully adopting a relaxed posture, Donnie tried to be as unthreatening as possible.

“Mikey,” he greeted in a measured tone. His brother just blankly stared at him. “Hope you feel better.” No reaction. Okay, small talk isn’t working. “I brought you food…” Oh, it was a useless endeavour. He could tell that what he was saying was flying over the other’s head. It was like talking to a wall. Or an animal-

Churrr…Donnie blinked, ripped away from the more pessimistic thoughts, and looked surprised at Mikey, who was clicking and chirping. It was slow and hesitant, he looked at him with less of a blank expression and more with expectation. The weight of the bowl reminds him of his purpose in coming here. Carefully approaching him, Donnie extended his hand with the bowl, bracing himself for a possible bite. But that never came. Instead, Mikey focused on the mush in the bowl, sniffing curiously at it. Giving it a tiny lick, he chirped delightedly and devoured the little Applesauce that was there.

It was like his brain bluescreened. Mikey was not inherently aggressive towards him. The aggression could be written off as survival instincts kicking in. Alongside the injuries and hunger, Donnie’s appearance was just unfortunate timing then. Or unfortunate circumstances? Everything Donnie observed pointed towards that the mental changes made Mikey act more animalistic.

Their family was not unfamiliar with some of their animal characteristics, them being heterotherms (cold-blooded (Turtle) and warm-blooded (Human DNA)) as one of the more obvious biological traits. Chirping and hissing are also not new but these (Turtle) noises are rarely made. It is an instinctual and unconscious thing, nothing they can force or suppress (unfortunately, there were a few embarrassing instances involving them). Splinter mentioned that when they were Turtle Tots, they used to make them a lot but grew out of it or forgot how to make them consciously. So hearing them now? It was weird. The chirps he heard from Mikey before were happy, excited, affectionate- obvious and simple to understand. These chirps though… It feels like he should know what it means, that a part of him should know. And on some level he does…? The ones Mikey just made were so much more complex and meaningful; like a language, he once knew so well but long since forgotten.

Chirp!Donnie cursed himself for getting lost in his thoughts again. What was up with him today? Looking down, he saw Mikey look up at him quizzically, using his beak to push his hand. Was he still hungry? “Oh, I don’t have more food. You haven’t eaten for three days so we have to go slow with the food.” He explained. His brother stared at him for a second before huffing, again paying more attention to Donnie’s hand that was holding the bowl. Not knowing what to do, he just let it happen. Mikey curiously observed the appendage: sniffing and even giving a tentative lick (what a weird texture). Recognising the pattern, Donnie was about to pull back to avoid the bite but Mikey beat him to it. But instead of a painful bite, he simply nibbled a little, his teeth (they feel sharper) gracing his scales. And Donnie…let it happen. He was not a fan of the experience, but the entire thing seemed, almost fragile in a sense. His little brother went about in such a gentle way, mindful of his teeth even when he was experimentally biting, his bite was very light.

Donnie was kind of in a daze when Mikey pulled back, looking back at him. Neither spoke or made a move. But this time, it felt more like a companionable silence, devoid of an underlying anxiety it had before. Unconsciously, Donnie’s other hand moved toward Mikey- why, he did not know- but stopped when he saw how the other flinched away from it. Moving slowly, Donnie stepped back. Things were… not as bad as he thought. Mikey was not incredibly friendly but also not outright hostile. They were on neutral terms. Maybe even slightly positive, if he thought about the whole hand thing.

He should leave for now. His guts told him it was better to go at this slowly, that he should not test his luck. And he did make some progress, he supposed. He was further than he was before leaving the lab. Walking out of the infirmary, Donnie did not bother to hide his small smile. Feeling a little lighter than he had the last few days.

It was the food, wasn’t it.

[temperedinferno]

炎 - An internal clock had been fated to spring the clutched trap of memories upon this fated day. Natsu had known this, but never could anything in the world prepare him for a wound so fresh. It came to no surprise to many who aligned by his side within the guild, that he along with many of the Dragon Slayers would fall into that disconnect from reality. After all, what could be done when the ghost of a loving parent’s smile was unable to become strength to be embraced?

It remained. As a haunting reminder of his failure.

‘Why.. Is what you’re askin’ so damn hard to do..’

‘IGNEEL!’

Not an inch of his despair had been spite towards the parental figure that gave him a duty to carry. A method of withholding, burning up his sorrow as a way to continue carrying on. The answer as to how seemed nigh impossible to find, especially when his heart wished for nothing more than to continue those days that blessed him when he was a child. They argued, they bickered, naturally he had caught his father’s hotheaded temperament as well.

Yet without a doubt he could say those were some of the happiest days of his life.

Signs of a storm brewed within dark clouds and a rumbling expanse around the environment the Salamander secluded himself in. Emerald green forestry had spread far as the eye could take in. Uncannily did it seem like a piece of land untouched by time. Some of their training spots filled in with dirt, yet the faint reminders could be traced with a focused eye. Each nostalgic view served as a double edged sword. It was nothing more than a blissful blade that he subjected to stabbing soul as a price for memories.

It had been useless to perform any attempts to barricade the inevitable. Anguish of the soul had seeped from the Dragon Slayers eyes, collectively building only to slip from his grasp without any sort of control. As razing as his emotions were, the tears burned as a once visual rich sight was reduced to blurriness.  What should’ve been a sight met with a smile, had to brace against one of his ugliest faces as a rush of shudders seized his body.

There was no holding it back.

“Damnnnnn ITTTTTTTT!”

Natsu’s heart thundered within his chest, stuck between trying to carry out its function but at the same time being choked by the grasp of despair. His emotions were blended into a torrent of sorrow and an impossible wish. Forever will the tantalizing dream, a reminder of his could of been, crushed by the reality of his powerlessness before a dark Dragon KING. Unintentionally his haphazard emotions sparked a reaction only possible of Igneel’s son embracing grief. The temperature spiked, a ‘protective’ shell of heat already began to distort the air as his fingers dirtied by puncturing the ground drizzled by rain.

July 7th had been the day many had lost their family. Another anchor would tie onto that weight that silently ate at him, his will too stubborn to allow any to approach the matter. He had to live with how he was unable to save the lasting existence of his father from an ebony clawed clutch. In a brief flicker of life, a simple ten minutes filled with a chaotic fight, he reunited with one spent his life searching for.

Only to watch him disappear between his desperate grip.

Snapping his gaze towards the darkened sky that soaked the young Dragon’s sorrow, his expression mixed his burdening emotions into a twisted expression of anger and grief. The surroundings melted from his strength and the Salamander’s hands clenched tight into a wavering fist that threatened to break skin. No. He wouldn’t let this tear at him, like the emotions themselves and so many would desperately want.

Wouldn’t that be breaking the promise turned into a final wish from his old man?

“I WON’T LET THIS TAKE ME DOWN, IGNEEL.” Let the sky shake and the heaven’s shudder from the voice that shook the land, he wanted this to reach whatever realm his father had accepted with a smile.

He needed to hear the cry of his son, the cry of a fighter that refused to relent.

“I’M GOING TO LIVE. NOT A SINGLE THING IS GOING TO KEEP ME FROM GOING FORWARD WITH TEARS.”

“NOTHING WILL STOP ME FROM MAKING YOU PROUD.”

“AND NOTHING WILL STOP ME FROM KEEPING BY THE PEOPLE I LOVE. YOU BETTER BE WATCHING!!!”

________

Ups and downs. A chaotic inevitable of life, one must find the resolve and bonds to push on against the seemingly impossible.

Never will it be over if you’re taking that decisive step forward.

[iironwreath]

Wings [Ulysses]

When Ulysses and Dicentra entered the forest, Di had been an elf. Partway in, Di took her hand and laced their fingers. When they emerged from the shadows of the treeline, Di was a succubus. 

Uly did a double take. It was her first time seeing her in her natural state and whole . Before, she could’ve passed for a tiefling—she still could, but the way she carried herself went beyond mortal, dripping so much confidence that it became arresting. The wind tugged at Di’s patched wings, nudging her back and forth as if begging her to fly.

The cliffside dropped away not far from the treeline. They were well beyond the eyeline of Port Zoon—the area was clear of people, and the choppy, deep green sea free of boats except in the far distance. Visibility wasn’t great even if there were people there—the sky was a smoky grey, the clouds a vicious black boiling nearer with a threatening storm. 

Di stared down at the waves scattering against the escarpment. Uly trepidatiously followed her gaze from a few steps behind, gusts of wind teasing up her hair.

“I don’t plan on jumping straight away,” Di consoled her, flashing a grin that was too much teeth. “I didn’t spend all that time healing just to throw myself against some rocks.”

“Yeah, I’d rather not witness that.”

“But it’s pretty windy.” 

“We could wait until there’s better weather,” Uly offered. “Are you sure you want to do this at the cliffs? We could go back into the forest.”

Di shook her head. “If I have to wait another day, I’m going to kill somebody. Besides, we’re more likely to be spotted when it’s sunny, or above the trees. It’s better this way.”

Dicentra retreated to a safer distance. Uly backed away. Wings cautiously unfolded from her back. The wind immediately scooped into them, stretching the membrane, knocking her off-balance. Di gave a hiss, then reasserted control, flexing them once, twice—too slowly to lift off, but enough to test their strength. Uly watched in awe.

She flapped them harder—great big beats that plucked her weight off the ground. Uly bit into a knuckle, grinning. Di matched her expression, exultant, and pushed further, maintaining a good dozen feet in the air. It wasn’t the most elegant display, but it was a start, and Uly had bore witness to Dicentra in a far worse state.

She moved left, then dipped right. She whooped, kicked into a backflip, and shot off past Uly and over the cliff’s edge with a cool burst of air. Ulysses yelped, tucking into herself to stop from toppling over, then straightened and dashed to the ledge.

Di resembled a very large bat, but Uly knew better. The most prominent parts of her silhouette were wings, horns, and tail, moving too fast for Uly to catch much else in detail. 

Dicentra dove, wings folding around her like a shell, twirling into a corkscrew. From atop the cliff, it was hard to gauge distance, but what felt like too-close to the sea, her wings burst outwards. They caught the draft and stopped her from meeting death, propelling her upwards. 

She’d conquered most of her previous awkwardness. The wind still buffeted her here and there, but never caused her to spiral out of control. It was like she was more a creature of the sky than one of land—Ulysses never would’ve guessed she’d spent months without the ability to fly. Seeing it in action made her heart lurch—it was Dicentra unshackled, being seen as she was intended to be.  

Di disappeared before she whipped up past the ledge inches in front of Uly. A startled laugh escaped her and she made sure to give the cliff a respectable amount of space back. Di slowed above her, proud and breathing hard. She floated down to her feet in front of her, close enough that their chests touched. Uly barely had a second to appreciate how windswept and joyful she looked when she cupped Uly’s face and hauled her up into a bone-crushing kiss.

That joy and gratefulness lanced through the kiss instead, chasing away any lingering chill from the ocean. Droplets of rain began to dapple them. Di cut their kiss short and banded her arms around Uly’s waist, and with another flap of her wings had them both off the ground. Uly gasped, flinging her arms around Di’s neck. Her wings didn’t carry them far—just to the safety of the bower before the sudden sheet of rain could catch them. 

Di swooped up and deposited her on a tree branch. Her soles gripping into the bark, Uly stretched a hand for the trunk, shaking with laughter.

Di settled beside her, still panting, her closest wing folding over Uly like an umbrella. “You have no idea how good that felt.”

“No, I really don’t,” Uly said. “But it’s nice to see you this way.”

“I’m happy you get to see it.”

Di leaned in to kiss her again—softly this time, with a pearl of rain on her lips. She smiled dreamily as she drew away. “It was a bit ambitious of me to carry you with me, though. Now I’m extra sore.”

“That’s not my fault.” She stared at the drop beneath her. “I hope you feel well enough to get us back down.”

“You can’t get yourself down?” Di teased.

“Not unless you want me to break my arm and a leg, and then you’ll have to carry me all the way back.”

Lightning splintered the sky, breaking up the darkness with a surge of light. A rolling drum of thunder followed closely behind. 

“This is not a safe place to be, darling,” Uly said, with more urgency. 

Di laughed. “Okay, okay.” She lined up their sides, wrapping her arm again around Uly’s waist. Ulysses held tight as Di launched off the branch. It happened wobbly and the landing hurt her knees, but she managed to deliver them to the ground in one piece. Rain started to leak through the canopy in earnest. Uly pushed dampening hair from her face.

“We should make camp or I’ll catch my death,” Uly said. Di beamed. Succubus reverted to elf. Dicentra nabbed her hand, and the couple made a sprint deeper into the woods.

[enchantedflameandflower]

Butcher x Reader

Prompt: Smutty propmt for Butcher: his partner is having body dysmorphia- butcher gets down and dirty to show them how sexy they are. Gender neutral pronouns please 😉

“C’mon.” Butcher stuck his head through the door of your room. “I’m starving’, let’s go get some nosh.”

You groaned, flipping over on your bed to face the wall. “Not in the mood.”

“Why? What the fuck have I done this time?”

You sighed, now you felt bad. It wasn’t him, it was you.

“I don’t want to go out,” you huffed. For a moment you tried to fight the dark thoughts in your head but it was no use. “I’m too fucking ugly, I shouldn’t burden the public with having to look at me.”

“Now that’s a load of fuckin’ bollocks,” Butcher gave a short, harsh laugh. “What the fuck are you on about?” He obviously thought you were just being dramatic and that swell of hopelessness started to rise inside of you, threatening to pull you all the way under.

“It’s true,” you whispered to the wall.

You heard him come in your room and shut the door loudly behind him, he must’ve heard something in your voice that told him you weren’t joking at all.

“What cunt did this to you,” he growled. “It’s not true.”

The bed dipped as he sat next to you when you didn’t answer. “C’mere,” he demanded.

“Billy, it’s fine,” you sighed fighting that annoying stinging in your eyes.

“It’s not fine. C’mere. Now.”

His large hand reached out to rub along your arm and you almost moaned at how good it felt, big and strong and warm and safe. He was always safe to you, wasn’t he?

After a second you gave in, sitting up and turning so you were next to him on the bed. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against his chest.

“What’s wrong, now?” he said in a soft low voice.

You gave a heavy sigh, slumping against him. “I just hate myself.”

“Well I happen to like you quite a lot, and we all know it’s my opinion that matters most here.”

You couldn’t help it, you cracked a smile and Billy reached to tilt your chin up and meet his eyes. “There we are.”

“It’s still hard to believe,” you whispered. But fuck, his dark eyes, always filled with a hundred unnamed emotions…you could get lost there forever. You wanted to, if he’d let you. If he wanted you too.

“What can I do to make you believe it?”

You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “You’ve hardly ever even been around the past few weeks. Not since we…”

You broke off. What a fucking fantastic night that had been. No one had ever made you feel like that. And you knew…you knew it wasn’t love or anything serious, but you hadn’t expected him to practically just disappear after.

He pulled back a little and dread settled over you, like icy arctic waters.

“I didn’t want to give you a chance to regret it.”

“What?” Your head snapped up and you met his warm gaze.

“Why would you ever want to be with a tosser like me. I’ve got nothin’ to offer. I’m bad news, love.”

“You aren’t,” you shook your head. “You’re so much more than that. I know you are. But you mean…you don’t regret it?”

“I can’t stop thinkin’ about it…” his voice went lower, a little husky and he lifted his hand to your jaw, letting his thumb drag across your lower lip.

“You aren’t sick of me?”

“Oh no, love. I fancy every single part of you,” he murmured, his dark hazel eyes shining in the dim light.

He leaned closer and you were frozen in heady anticipation. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, that scent that was him alone, and suddenly it felt difficult to breathe.

He kissed that spot just beneath the corner of your eye, then your temple, then back down to the shell of your ear, his beard tickling your skin.

“I’m gonna show you, love. I’m gonna worship every single inch of you. Every night if I have to, to make you believe.”

“Yes,” you breathed, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, fumbling them open as quick as you could.

He chuckled, shrugging his shirt off his muscled shoulders then slipping his hands under your sweatshirt and all you could do was hope you could keep from fainting because you didn’t want to miss a single second of this.

*****

Let me know if you’d like more of this!

[erodasfishtacos]

ST. PAUL

Please like, comment, recommend, reblog, and come talk to me if you enjoyed the piece.

I write for free - so if you would like to support my work, you can donate here. (plus my bday is coming up in a two days) 😌

warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

—

Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

-

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

-

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

-

👀👀👀👀👀

[save-the-villainous-cat]

request:

the villain and hero are still enemies but villain is hardcore flirting and hero is hardcore crushing

the villain, knowing hero sometimes has nightmares, asks how they slept the previous night

the hero begins explaining their dream and gets a sentence in before they realize what they had accidentally said:

"yeah last night's dream was weird. it started normally, i was making out with you-"

*(ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)*

They pushed the hero hard against the wall and drew their dagger in the same breath, poking it into the flesh of the hero’s abdomen. Pointing directly at their enemy’s liver, the villain could precisely cut it out in the most fatal way in seconds.

But they would never do that, obviously.

“What did I tell you, little hero?” The dagger wandered up to the hero’s face and tugged a strand of hair behind their ear. Though it was amusing to watch the hero tremble, the villain also knew they didn’t have much time to toy with their nemesis today.

“Uhm—”

“Exactly. Don’t get in my way.” They pressed their body against their blushing hero and redirected the dagger back to threaten one of their vital organs. Leaning in, their lips brushed the shell of the hero’s ears gently. “Else, I will find a way to make your throat burn pitilessly from too much choking or too much screaming my name. You can pick.”

The hero laughed nervously and their nose did that cute scrunching thing the villain caught sight of when they pulled away.

And that was supposed to be it. Nothing was supposed to happen after that. At least, not according to the villain’s plan. Threateningly flirting with the hero was funny, but they had places to be and business to take care of.

Liking the hero wouldn’t hold them back from pursuing their goals. As of right now.

So, they were about to turn around but the hero pulled them with their shaking hands closer. Their grip was tight on their wrist, yet soft and the villain cursed themselves for letting their gaze linger on the hero’s hand touching theirs for a little too long.

“Wait, uhm, are you a bank loan?” —What the fuck? — “Because, ehm, you got my interest.”

Ah.

The villain’s shoulders relaxed. A pickup line from the hero. That was new.

They let their dagger disappear and straightened their spine.

Being born as highly impertinent, the villain was usually the one to tease the hero. Ergo, this development, this event of turned tables, was exciting and the villain could not not jump on that.

“Darling, let’s stick to what we are good at, hm?” the villain said. “I continue to pleasure you with my astonishingly good looks and you continue to obey and let me finish you later. Alright? You are so pretty when you listen well and behave.”

The villain thought that was enough to make the hero’s knees weaken, their face flushing up to their hairline and them completely unable to think straight, so the villain could finally go and find their salesman. However, the hero held onto their wrist with clammy fingers.

“Wait, don’t go.” Odd.

“Look, I know you want me in-between your thighs, but—” The villain froze. Despite being deeply embarrassed, the hero seemed distressed. The dark circles under their eyes were imprinted onto their skin, making them appear as if they had not slept in days. The villain sighed. A few minutes to comfort their hero could probably fit. “Alright, what is it? Did you have another nightmare?”

The hero looked at them wide-eyed.

“Kind of,” they answered. “It was normal at first, you know, the usual kissing and making out but when I asked you if you really liked me, you grinned and I think stabbed me? I mean, I woke up before I could feel any pain and I am fine but it was still traumatic.”

Hearing those words made the villain’s mouth dry out. Though their heart was racing, they caught themselves just in time to make it appear as if their brain had never stopped dead.

“The usual kissing and making out? Between you and me?” the villain asked, smiling to themselves. This was definitely better than meeting up with their salesman. “You have that dream often?”

The hero gasped and pressed themselves against the wall, their ears red. It was only another reason for the villain to grab their face and bring their lips close enough to make the hero’s eyes flutter.

The villain was ready to, but they didn’t kiss them yet.

“Do you like that part of the dream?” they murmured while their hand slid down the hero’s face and over their throat as slow as they could force themselves to.

Of course, they wanted to devour the hero. Of course, they wanted to grab their thighs and upheave them to have them right here, right now, against the wall. The hero was a fucking miracle. Still, despite their countless advances, they wanted the hero to approach them, to approve, to give themselves to them because they wanted the villain, too.

“Yes, I like it very much,” the hero answered, their voice hoarse. Their gazes met and the villain was too fascinated by the colour of the hero’s dilated eyes to do anything else until it slowly dawned on them.

“Wait,” the villain said when it clicked, again a slim smile forming on their face. “You are totally distracting me.”

They didn’t rip the hero away — they could never do that, but instead they pinned the hero’s hands above their head. They watched how the hero’s breathing quickened.

“You try to detain me here, right?” How clever. The hero must’ve known the villain was going to meet up with their salesman today. So, they decided to stop them.

“Whaaat?” The hero laughed nervously again, their eyes jumping from one point to another but never quite reaching the villain’s fixed look. “I would never, I wasn’t — Why would I blow your meeting? That’s totally rude and not, ehm…nice!”

“Oh, my love. Your mouth should definitely be doing other things than talking right now.” They leaned in again, only one tiny bit of air separating their lips. If one of them had moved, had even dared to breath in heavily, they would have touched in the most delicate way.

But before that could happen, the villain turned their head and pressed a chaste kiss to the hero’s cheek. Then, they spoke the last words. “I’ll let it slide. Fair game. Good work.”

Good work, indeed. The villain was utterly impressed.

[inkyquince]

BAILEY AS A FATHER

I promise I'm working on my asshole ensemble stuff but I was bogged down with Dad!Bailey brainrot so...

Here's sfw, trying his best, Bailey as a Father. Mentions of just... Trying hard, a tad of slut shaming, MORGAN MENTION MORGAN DESERVES THEIR OWN WARNING BUT MORGAN IS MENTIONED, Bailey does fully think about shooting Avery. A slightly turbulent relationship but hey, its Bailey. Worries about Leighton. Mentions of abortion and cuz its Bailey, its quite crude.

One hook up. Enough to ruin his goddamn life. How did he know the bitch refused to get rid of the crotch goblin? For fuck's sake, he was just out of school and she was just a few years older, he would shell out for the clinic visit! Should have broken into her house with a hanger.

Worst of all, after trotting around town, pregnant belly barely covered by her top, she gives birth to you. Bailey refuses to visit. It takes him one night after months to feel a new feeling prickling at the back of his neck. He's an orphan and you only have your stupid fucking mother. Swears and yanks his clothes on, makings sure to stomp down the stairs so the crotchety old caretaker wakes up. Deserves it.

Barely even sees you. Walks past her house on Domus street and sees you with your older sibling, Char-something. Spots a lick of hair peeking out of the blanket you're swaddled in and he bolts. Done. He did more than his parents did already.

A few years pass. You should be about 4, but he's not fucking keeping track... 4 and a half.

Your mother happily drags you and her other kid around, delighted in taking you to the shopping center and clothing you. Word gets back to him that she loves to compliment your sweet personality, especially compared to your father. Who cares. He slowly saves up, from mugging Randoms, to swiping other orphan's underwear to sell to perverts. When he's really hurting for money, he goes to Quinn and helps them threaten their opposition when they make their way up in government. Leighton is also a pretty cash cow, from yanking their wallet out of their pocket and delivering a gut punch to selling them the aforementioned orphan underwear... And delivering a gut punch.

He just needs enough for a car. Then he can live out of that until he has a house. Preferably on Danube. Bailey smiles at the thought, already hearing Avery's teeth grinding together when he sees him.

Then his life is ruined again. Everyone knows so. Your sibling dies but not before Morgan's dirty laundry is aired out. To the public. If the news had been breached in just the perverted circle of the town, that would have just been extra fap material, but no. The few remaining morally upright citizens are scandalized and your mother disappears. Leaving you. Morgan was always vocal on who your father was.

You didn't ruin all of his life. Well, the caretaker got on his ass, screaming about throwing him and the wailing toddler out, that he better pay rent now, he's 18! He shoves you at one of the fellow orphans and work double shifts. Day dreams about taking your wriggling little body and dumping it at the docks. Comes home and can't really bring himself to follow it out.

No, you helped start his life. Roughly around age 6. After all, if he didn't come home, worn out and angry, to find the caretaker in his room, shushing you as you whimpered, his hand slowly tugging his belt off, he'd never have inherited the orphanage. The other orphans stay quiet as Bailey orders the spring to be filled in and he moves into his caretaker's old room. Has to take a moment to decide on what to do with you. He could pretend he was just an older orphan who shared his room with you while you were young and ignore you. He would have done that, if you had been dumped on him at the age you are.

But in his cramped little bed, he had to hold your sleeping body close so you didn't fall off. Your tiny puffs of air hit his collarbone, so quiet he held his breath sometimes to hear if you were still breathing. Bailey never questioned himself if he was hoping or dreading the silence that would come if you weren't. He struggled to settle on leaving you. Which was stupid, he argued to himself. He wouldn't be gone from your life, he was the caretaker. But something in his stomach clenched when he thought about going into your room and you wouldn't give him a chipped tooth little smile.

So the two of you continue to share a room, right up until you're 10. Whine for your own room, scuffing your boots against the floor of his office. Bailey puts you in his old room and you grin at your father. He isn't a... Physically intimate person, so the two of you share smiles and shoulder pats as your way of showing love.

Hates it when you get sick or injured. The other orphans could get their teeth knocked out, and he'd shrug, and he did raise you as a tough little kid, but he hates the wobble of your lip when holding a bloodied knee. Not just because he hates the sound of kids' crying.

You can tell others that your father is overbearing and they wouldn't really believe you, with all the plasters over your elbows and nose, scuffed clothes and hair cut kinda skew, but you know the truth. The moment your temperature rises, he's hauling you off to the doctor. One such fever really ruins it all, when the doctor idly asks you if you're liking school and you look blank. Fuck. He says he forgot secondary school was mandatory for kids at 11, but he's lying.

Heads into Leighton's office and before any pleasantries, grabs him by the collar and drags him over the desk. Nose-to-nose, informs him that if his kid can't be threatened or shamed into silence. He will know everything. Leighton blinks at him and quietly informs him that school started months ago and it's nearly Winter break. Bailey spits in his face and tells him to expect his kid on Monday.

Forgets school fucking sucks. Late nights at the table in his office, wondering when the fuck did they change maths? Maths is maths, why the shit did they change Maths?

Does forget to pick you up. Forgets to give you bus fare. Doesn't check homework. You pick fights and he just kinda wants to know if you won them. But every time you come home after detention, Bailey grills you on what you did. Lines, sorting lost and found, helping the librarian sort through returned and damages books and he exhales slowly.

He's not a good dad by any stretch. You have to yank at his arm and demand new clothes, your sleeve cuffs are basically halfway up your forearm by now. Doesn't check if you're eating or not. If you bug him too much, he gives you a look that tells you that you have 10 seconds before he grounds you for the rest of the year. He's not a dad you can talk to about your emotions or the changes to your body.

But when you're sleeping, Bailey does slip in, just to listen for your breathing for a few moments. One time fully just... Punched your schoolmate for mocking you. Lets you take dance lessons and lets you take the bus to the arcade on Sundays. Doesn't even raise an eyebrow when Robin takes a liking to you despite your father being the source of their nightmares. If you want to go to the Temple, you're welcome to, but unless its on your head, don't let anyone touch you. Has business at the Brothel and you have a fever one weekend so grudgingly invites Briar to the orphanage. Holds a meeting while you're fully passed out on the sofa in the corner. Briar calls you cute and Bailey pulls out a knife. Briar reassures that they meant cute as in a cute kid. Bailey returns the knife.

There are earth shaking fights and arguments. Giving each other the silent treatment. Days when you're badly hurt and Bailey feels powerless. Weekends when you're bored and throwing paper airplanes at his head and he chases you around his desk. Your relationship was always bound to be turbulent when you hit puberty but when you turn 18, an age you expected more freedom, Bailey is reluctant.

Threatens every sweetheart you ever had. If Robin shyly gives you a flower, Bailey pulls them aside and warns them if he finds out that they've snuck into your room after hours, he will torture them. Not pleased at all with Kylar, reminds him of Morgan and tells Kylar to treasure his ankles while he can. Whitney? Horrifically, likes them just a bit. Not the calling you a slut bit, but for beating the shit out of others when it comes to you. Still, grips Whitney by the hair and tells them that if you ever came to him crying for something they said or did, he will vanish them. He knows people he can and will sell Whitney to. Does look down on Alex until it turns out that he's in an all out war with Remy, and does respect their hustle a bit more. Thinks Sydney is a fucking nerd. Doesn't take them seriously until you've gotten your claws into them a bit more and likes them just a bit more.

When Avery takes an interest, Bailey digs through his contacts and criminal connections, and buys a gun. Y'know, just in case he ever saw that car idling outside.

Does flatly tell you that you need to pay rent at 18, but while Robin runs around for his £2000 a week, Bailey sets you up at the cafe and just wants £250 for room and board, and if you fall short, you have to do an orphanage worth of chores. Can never... Really sell off Robin like he was going to when you're very close to them.

You're the only one who doesn't look at him like a monster, and corny or not, he does love you for it.

Kofi

AO3

Masterlist