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delicatesoundofthunderr · 1 year ago

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Lock up~ Chapter 5

{Charles Leclerc x Reader}

SOOO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING MORE I SWEAR ILL TRY TO BE MORE CONSISTENT

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Post Italian GP

Y/N POV

My festivities were cut short because I was really tired, and my head was buzzing. I was going to walk back to my hotel room, which was also a great time for me to think this race over.

On my way, the streets were peaceful until I heard a rustling in a nearby alley. I instantly envisioned the worst. What could be hiding in there?

My heart started to quicken in my chest as curiosity got the best of me and I approached the sound carefully. I could make out the sound of... A meow?

I fastened my pace and sure enough, a cat was waiting there for me. It meowed loudly, almost smiling as it rubbed itself on me.

The cat was probably nearing adulthood, and was a bright orange. A little white spot under its chin was the only thing keeping the coat from a perfect amber colour.

" Well aren't you cute!" I say to the cat, lifting it in my arms.

The cat only purred and closed its eyes. No collar on the cat... Surely I could keep it? A little gift from Italy for winning the race!

" Oh my god I know what your name's gonna be. Monza!" I declared with a huge smile.

The cat meowed contently. I put him down, and suddenly Monza was following me. We both walked to my hotel, and when we arrived there i looked into my fridge to get something to eat. Mozzarella sticks would do the trick.

But, as soon as i opened one up, Monza looked at me with the biggest puppy eyes. I caved in and gave him some. He ate the thing up in half a second and purred.

"Monza likes Mozzarella apparently..." I giggle, my eyes bright.

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@yn.rb

Found this little guy on the side of the street... Welcome home, Monza 😊

@rm.reve: Aww!!

@F1.Drama: Max was so cute for giving you that win girl <3 true love!

@vmp.fr: Undeserved win tbh

@kyle.m: Yall think Max braked extra earlier on purpose?

-> @vmp.fr: 100%

-> @f1.4ever: for sure 😂

I was fucking fuming at the comments. I was gonna confront Max at the next Grand Prix. I went to bed with 100 emotions, hoping no nightmares would occur tonight.

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Present - France GP

Monza was now following you everywhere you went. It was very cute, but kind of sad when he tried to leave with you to go to the French Grand Prix.

You did a last checkup of everything you needed and went to the door. Monza wasn't there anymore, so you took the opportunity to quickly leave before he came back.

You arrived at the track a bit later than usual, so most of the drivers were already there. You went into the garage and waved at your team with a smile.

Free Practices were coming up, so you had to get your head in the game and check the tests you were going to run in that session. You dropped your bags and sat down at the computer.

•••

Charles was feeling Ferrari's pressure more than ever, and he felt like being rude to everyone today. Even Carlos, who was constantly trying to cheer him up.

He decided to go take a walk to clear his head.

He was so immersed in his own thoughts that he almost tripped over something orange. Orange?

He look down and saw a cat. What the hell was it doing here?

"Wait... Is that not Y/N's cat?" thought Charles.

She kept posting it on social media... The little spot under the chin, how could it not be hers?

He decided to pick the rather small cat up, because it's a very dangerous place for an animal to be in.

The cat immediately clung onto Charles' shoulder and snuggled his head in the Monégasque's neck. He chuckled softly.

Leclerc decided to head to the RedBull garage to see if Y/N was searching for Monza. With one hand over the cat's back, he head off.

A lot of mechanics were staring at the Ferrari driver walking right outside their garage with a cat on his shoulder.

You finally appeared around a corner.

You looked at Charles with a puzzled expression, then a shocked one when you saw the cat that was now half sleeping on him.

" What?? What are you doing here..." you say, talking to the cat more than him.

"I found him near the pitlane and I thought it'd be safer to bring him back to you." Leclerc explains.

" Thank you so much I'm so sorry I don't- I don't even know how he got here." You say, bewildered.

You then reach out to take the sleepy kitty, but when you pull he doesn't budge. Monza's claws are deep into Charles' race suit, and you have trouble removing Monza from him.

" Oh my fucking god you don't even know him." You scold Monza, still tugging at the peaceful cat.

" Here, let me." Charles starts.

" Oh like it's gonna work with you." You say rolling your eyes.

He ignores you and pulls on the cat. His claws only tightened their grip and he didn't want to hurt the cat, so he stopped and looked at you.

You sighed.

" Come with me, I have string cheese in my room. And close your eyes, Ferrari boy. You're not supposed to be seeing all of this," you say, leading him by the hand because of his closed eyes.

You guys arrive there and Charles' hand lingers in yours. He closes the door behind you guys. You don't question it and instead head for the mini fridge.

As soon as you open the string cheese, Monza is on the ground, purring happily.

Leclerc can't help but laugh.

You smiled a bit, only just remembering the sound of his genuine laughter.

" He's a silly guy. Found him on the side of the street and he loves Mozzarella."

When Monza is done with the cheese, he's instantly back to Charles' feet. He chuckles and pets him. A heavy silence had seized the room, and it seemed to be bouncing off the walls by how loud it was. Charles puts an end to it.

" It's not a good idea." He suddenly looks up at you.

" What?"

" You and Max. And you know it." He says accusingly.

" It's none of your business. I like Max and he likes me. I'm not gonna stop myself from dating someone just because we're both drivers." You say half truthfully.

Charles stares at you intently, a tint of darkness in his usual bright eyes.

" It's not healthy."

"It's not your problem."

Charles looks at you one more time before opening the door, and he looks back over his shoulder.

" It won't end well. You know it." he seriously states, shutting your door and leaving.

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satancopilotsmytardis · 1 year ago

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Okay here me out, somnophilia

Pairing: Shigadabi

Content: TW Medical Trauma/Medical play, TW Disordered Eating, Masochism, Sadism, Fear play, Consensual Somnophilia, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blood Play, implied marathon sex, Incubus!Shigaraki

It's not exactly a fucking surprise that the self-proclaimed Demon King has an adopted son who is actually a demon. Dabi wasn't banking on Shigaraki being an incubus and that did throw him for a loop a little. Has known a few succubi in passing while he was on the streets, usually recruiting human sex workers to their numbers to keep their apparently vast number of willing victims happy. His understanding was that succubi and incubi are the same species with small physical differences, that it just has to do with if the demon was submissive or dominant, and that gender really had nothing to do with it. But Shigaraki is different from the succubi he's met before. He looks human for one. Messy pale blue hair, skin sallow, bleeds from the scratches on his neck he makes with human nails and not retractable claws, no tail, no wings, no horns. The only sign of what he is that Dabi can see are his vibrant red eyes, and that's still not that uncommon in this day and age. And Duster also, very notably, doesn't disappear every other day to fuck someone.

He's glad that he's not the only one who is curious about that, because he doesn't end up having to be the one who asks about it. Ends up being Spinner who broaches the topic, which is not really a surprise, he'd immediately hit it off with their weird demonic boss. Happens one night when they're drinking and shooting the shit. Still trying to get to know each other. "Hey, Tomura, can I ask a... personal question?"

"I can feed off sexual energy, I just choose not to." Immediate, tone completely dry and uninterested as he takes a drink. Says it like he was just waiting for one of them to get bold enough to ask, like he's been asked a million times before.

"You just eat human food, Shiggy?"

"No, I feed on nightmares." There's a pregnant pause after that and he does look a little amused as he sets down his glass and actually turns from the bar. Turns to them with the look that means they're about to get a lecture. "Incubi have always been able to feed on nightmares, the earliest sightings of us were from victims who woke up in the middle of a feeding. For a while, we were explained away as sleep paralysis hallucinations, but after the Great Ascension," the sudden opening of the gates of Hell or whatever that allowed demons to move to the mortal realm in vast numbers a century ago, "we became better known, and discovered that most of the lore about us was stripped back to the sexual element. It's believed," he goes on before anyone can ask how nightmare eaters became known as sex demons, "that during a feeding in the thirteen hundreds, a victim grew aroused while their nightmares were being eaten. Fear and lust trigger a lot of the same physiological responses in mortals, and that incubus found that they liked the taste of arousal better than fear, and that it sustained them for longer and more deeply. More of our kind started to try, and over time that became the dominant feeding strategy."

They all absorb that for a minute. He's not a scholar of demonology so he doesn't know how much of that information is true, but he figures that Shigaraki really doesn't have a reason to lie about it. "So where are your wings and stuff?" He figures if they're already asking invasive questions about his diet, he's not going to get dusted for asking about his physical appearance as well. Because succubi are well, they're hot as fuck. Lots of demons are attractive, but every succubus he's ever met is so insanely hot that being around them could make his brain short-circuit. And Shigaraki is... Shigaraki. Scrawny, pale, cracked skin and chapped lips, unflattering haircut. Definitely not going to have an easy time seducing anyone.

"One of the benefits of my mutation," his quirk-like decay that he can spread to anything with a touch, though apparently, he can't feed on the lifeforce that comes out of his victims, "Is a more-or-less human form. I usually wear this one because it takes a lot less energy to maintain and I don't feed often enough to have a surplus to spare."

"You're hungry?" Toga asks sounding a little worried. She's got a few drops of demon blood in her somewhere, Dabi's not sure what species, but it makes her need the blood she drinks for more than just fueling her quirk. Gets incredibly lethargic and even spent an afternoon puking her brains out when her stores spoiled after her mini-fridge failed. Took them all opening a vein for her to get her back on her feet and that was only after one missed meal.

"It's fine. I feed when I have to." Dismissive. Finishes his drink.

"Forgive me if this is overstepping," Compress says carefully. "But if there aren't any adverse side effects, couldn't we supply a source of nutrition for you?"

"If any of you want to make yourselves a meal, you're welcome to, but nightmare eating is not generally a pleasant experience. There's a reason it took centuries for us to realize that arousal was a different option. If you want to try it anyway, just leave your door unlocked at night. If I smell your dreams souring, I might wander in."

///

Dabi had realized after that conversation that Duster doesn't make nightmares. Needs someone to already be having one to feed on them, and although he's fairly certain none of the others lock their doors at night anymore, he never hears Shigaraki haunting the halls late at night. Because the others don't really have nightmares. Not like him. Not every night. Not so bad that sometimes he singes his sheets, that his bed is always awash with the smell of smoke when he wakes. Still hesitates. Normally dreams about helplessness, about being alone, about pain, from too big knuckles against his skin and from the fire. He doesn't know if he wants Duster to know the shape of his nightmares. But they're getting worse than they have been in years, probably because he actually has a thought and a chance to kill his father if he stays with the League. He's barely been sleeping. Must smell like a buffet to the demon.

So one night he leaves the door unlocked.

///

The flames are all around his body, he's alone and they are raging out of control, and... and no one is coming to help him. No one ever comes. Terror soaks his mind, phantom pain racing along his limbs, and the more distressed he gets, the hotter his quirk burns. A vicious cycle of everything getting worse and worse, and he can't escape.

"So this is how you got your scars?" Cool hands against his shoulders. He tries to turn his head, to see the body that is pressing along his spine, but he's held tight, one of the hands moving from his arm to his chin to keep him looking forward, wicked black talons curling out of his nailbed. "Glad you finally let me in, you've been driving me crazy for weeks."

His fear hazy mind knows that voice, thinks it should understand the words, but logic and reason drift away so quickly against the terror seeping through his brain.

"Come on, firefly, can't run away from it forever. Going to burn up eventually. Let me help you." The cool body presses him forward, he tries to thrash, to get away, but his terror goes, the flames get closer, and then he's being pushed. Inferno against his skin, pain worse than it has ever been before, he tries to find his voice, but all he manages to let out is a choked scream--

///

Wakes with terror soaking his mind and a cool hand pressed over his mouth. He hates to have to do it coming off of such an intense nightmare, but he lights up his hand, ready to burn whoever is touching him--

Shigaraki's eyes are glowing red and a little worried where he's perched on the edge of the bed. That sort of brings him back, lets the flames die on his hand, lets him start to catch his breath. In his room, left the door open for him. He calms and Duster pulls his hand away from his mouth, kept one finger raised to keep him quiet without killing him. "Could've given me a little more forewarning you were gonna make them worse."

"I told you it wouldn't be pleasant." Shigaraki watches him for another second, "I didn't finish, you're going to be shaky, might have more insomnia if I don't."

"What exactly does 'finishing' imply here, Duster?"

"Have you ever had sleep paralysis before?" He nods, tries to run a hand through his hair. "Will be just like that, might get hard to breathe for a few minutes, but you're not in any danger."

"Fine."

"Lay back."

Dabi settles back on the bed and Shigaraki's eyes start to glow again. Drag over his body, and then he presses a hand to his sternum. Shig's hand is as cool as it was in the dream and Dabi barely gets a chance to register that before his body is locking up and paralyzed. Feels like an elephant is sitting on his chest, the barely shaken terror of his nightmare coming back in full force. Duster's eyes glow a little brighter as he leans in closer.

"Thank you for the meal." Words a honeyed whisper as he leans in close. His other hand catches his chin and forces his mouth open. For a second Dabi's fear spikes a little sharper, worried the other man is going to kiss him, definitely didn't give him permission for that. But he just leans in close and Dabi feels something shift inside of him. It's a foreign sensation, like something under his skin, between the layers of it, tangled along his veins, is moving. It doesn't hurt, but it feels strange, and his heart is racing, is sure that Duster must be able to feel it against his palm. And that strange shifting thing starts to crawl up the back of his throat, spills out into his mouth, but he can't taste anything but smoke on his tongue. Can see a faintly glowing blue mist pour out from between his lips, as Shigaraki opens his. Shotguns something that is definitely not smoke out of him. It takes an eternity, and he realizes with mounting panic that he can't breathe at all. His terror builds and builds, is sure he should be igniting, but even his quirk feels paralyzed. Can't do anything but let Shigaraki do what he wants to him.

Not expecting Duster's eyes to fall shut after a moment, leaning a little closer, making their noses brush, as he... indulges in his fear. Like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. Or, he guesses more accurately, is probably the first thing he's eaten in weeks unless he's been sneaking off to get his fix elsewhere. It takes a few horrible breathless minutes before that pressure inside of his skin dissipates, the pale fog stops pouring from his lips and Shigaraki pulls away. Dabi takes a shuddering breath as control of his limbs comes back to him, but he still can't make himself move, suddenly exhausted.

"Go to sleep," Duster instructs him lightly when he must see him struggling to keep his eyes open. Doesn't manage anything else before the dark is swallowing him up in a blissfully dreamless slumber again.

///

They do not talk about it the next morning aside from Dabi remarking that it was, "Weird as shit, Duster". And then they get right back to work. Dabi did not know that not having any dreams was an aftereffect of being fed on. Sleeps like a baby for the first time in a literal decade for a whole week after letting Duster nibble on his nightmares. Which means that when they start up again he leaves the door unlocked.

This goes on for a few months, he doesn't usually wake up during it anymore. Knows that Duster is getting a good look at what horrors of his past made him this way, but he never says anything about it when they come out of the dream. So he figures that it doesn't really matter, if it becomes a problem he'll stop. But Shigaraki is looking better since they started doing this. Lets a little more of his demon self leak out around the edges. His build looks like it's filling out, makes them all realize he wasn't just thin before, he was starving and malnourished. He looks healthier, he stops clawing at his neck constantly, and Dabi can't help but wonder if that was a compulsion, like people who get stressed and pull out their hair. They all realize he was sick before he started feeding regularly, and he's so much better now. Much calmer, responsible, and level-headed too.

Dabi really does not like the fact that AFO remarks on the changes with some derision during one of the check-ins they're around for. It's not overt, but Dabi definitely gets the sense that the supervillain is not pleased with the idea that Shigaraki is feeding regularly, especially before Duster clarifies he's been eating dreams, not drawing attention to himself by finding partners. Knows immediately that for as much as All For One acts lenient and doting, that he isn't thrilled with Shigaraki's nature and limitations. Dabi bristles with that. Keeps his door unlocked.

Duster doesn't come back to his room for a week.

///

This is a nightmare, but it's calm. Dabi is sitting in the training room. This is shortly after he went to the doctor, after his hair turned white. He's waiting for his father to come in and start their training because it's his day off. This is the day he realized that his father didn't care about him if he couldn't help him to achieve his goals. He sits on the floor. This is an old fear, it mingles with sorrow and the low simmer of his rage.

He never sees Duster come into his dreams, but he knows that he's with him before the creature sits down beside him. He doesn't hide here anymore, wears a visage he's guessing is halfway between his human form and real form. Pretty, hair much longer, fuller frame, sharper teeth and black claws, but still no wings or tail. He looks around the room and they sit in silence for a few minutes.

"If he didn't want you to eat sex then he shouldn't have adopted a sex demon," Dabi says without preamble, without turning to look to see how his words land. "You shouldn't starve yourself for his approval, it's not worth it, and you'll be more powerful than he can ever claim to be if you don't."

"I don't know if you have room to talk, firefly. Look at what you did to yourself trying to get your father's approval."

"Yeah, and it didn't fucking work. If anyone can tell you with authority that it's not worth it, it's me." The silence stretches for a little while, but the silence, the emptiness are what builds his fear in this space, and he tries to break their hold on him, even if that's impossible with a fucking nightmare-eater sitting less than a foot away from him. "...Does feeding on sex work differently than fear?"

"It does. There's a physical aspect to it, of course, and... sex is even more of a symbol of life. It sates our hunger much more deeply, but it can't curb our violent nature like fear can. There are still a fair number of my kind who forcibly take both to satisfy themselves, but there are less barbaric ways to have both."

"Oh yeah?" He picks at a staple curling over the back of his hand. "How's that, Duster?"

"Start feeding while your partner is still in the nightmare. It can provide... a good balance."

He hums in the back of his throat.

"...I can taste your interest, Dabi."

Can taste the little tang of arousal that broke through his fear once he started contemplating this in full. Probably shouldn't be propositioning his boss to get the other man to spite his father. To live vicariously through that spite. Definitely not a healthy way to deal with the helplessness this nightmare is inspiring. "If you're not we can drop it. Don't want to make this weird for you."

Duster doesn't say anything for a while. Soaks in the fear until it starts to go dull and a little hazy. Must be getting close to finishing feeding. "...Think about it. Night after your next nightmare, if you leave your door open for me I'll know you want it."

Must know he wants it now with the shiver of anticipation that goes through him at the words. "'Kay, Shig."

When he gets up the next morning he finds Duster is still half turned to his demon form, the others, especially Toga crowing about his new look. Duster doesn't look at him when he says he just has a little more energy to burn than normal.

///

He leaves the door unlocked for Duster. Figures that he's already offering himself up as a meal, already knows where this night is going to go, and strips naked before getting into bed, leaves his bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand. Can't say he's anything other than forward. And then he forces himself to sleep.

The nightmare, when it comes, is a room he doesn't dream of often, but certainly one that terrifies him. After fleeing the hospital, he still was falling apart, still eventually needed to get the staples across his whole body, eventually had to get more as he finished his growth spurt. Ended up at a back alley clinic that wasn't sterile enough, that didn't give pain killers for their procedures because they never wanted to tempt their less than scrutable clientele into breaking in and taking or damaging the few supplies they had. Had been some of the worst pain he'd ever been through. Couldn't even drink to numb it because alcohol is a blood thinner. Can't even smell weed now without getting sick. Immediately wants to wake up, but he doesn't even get a chance to try and pinch himself or anything else. Always has more control over his body in the dreams Duster eats, but not now. Not when he's being dragged by an invisible force onto the operating table that still has a rusty streak of blood dried on the edge. He thrashes, trying to get out of the grasp of the invisible entity that's pushing him down against the surface. The whole room is cold, he feels surrounded by it. It's heavy and pinning him down before the leather straps can bind him, before the quirk suppression collar is locked around his neck to keep him cool.

Dabi tries to find his voice, to try and get this to stop, but it feels like there's a hand pressed over his mouth, the sensation quickly replaced with the gag that had been shoved between his teeth to keep him from biting off his tongue while the doctor worked. Dabi wants to scream, wants to cry, can't. His mind is so saturated with his terror that when he feels the soft invisible brush of lips along his throat he flinches against his restraints. Gets a little sigh against his skin too before there's a tongue following the touch, still a little too cool against his skin.

Hands start to move over his body then, across his chest, toying with his nipples until there's a confused heat trying to slip in alongside his nightmare. He wants to just give himself over to that, let Duster make him feel good with whatever he's doing to his body in the waking world, but the second that thought even flits around the edge of his mind, the hands aren't bringing soft touches anymore, they're bringing pain. White-hot, blinding, as invisible talons hook under the seam across his stomach and pull. Hot blood pours out of him as the ruined flesh is set aside, pours over his cheeks as he sobs around his gag. And then the hands go right back to trying to find the places where he's sensitive. Fingers alternating between pressing into the wound and along the sensitive edge of it to make him gasp, writhe, and moan. Makes his brain so saturated in terror while forcing pleasure under his skin. He feels delirious as the touches, the mouth, grows bolder and bolder.

Lets out a loud, broken sob as he feels something wrap around his thigh and force his legs open a little wider, tight around the seam that curves over that section of skin. Makes him wide enough clawed fingers can touch his-- Dabi thrashes, and the rope-like thing around his thigh tightens to keep him still, and clawed fingers tear their way inside. The pain is blinding. Pain from everywhere, made worse because he's shaking and sobbing so hard. But his cock stays hard. When he offered the other man his body alongside his nightmares, he didn't think Shigaraki would mutilate him.

Didn't think he would tear him open fresh when the fingers leave so something far, far bigger can press inside his unwilling body. That sensation paired with the rope around his thigh pulling hard enough to make that skin tear free of his staples as well, has him screaming his eyes flying open--

///

Dark in his room, but Shigaraki's eyes are glowing again, casting a little light, and Dabi gives a rough sob. But the sound gets lost in a moan when Duster's hips rock into his. When his fear-saturated mind realizes that none of the hurts were real. There's no pain anywhere across his body there's only,

"Aaah," a long breathless moan coming out of him as Shig rolls their hips, sending all of his nerves sparking with fresh pleasure. Makes him shiver and tremble against the sheets for a whole different reason as he feels how full he is of the demon's cock. Takes him a second to blink away the tears enough to see clearly as something else shifts as they move. Realizes dazedly that those are Tomura's wings moving in the same lazy rhythm as his thrusts. Big and black and bat-like, that his hair is past his shoulders and so white it nearly glows, that his body is definitely more muscular than it usually is, and that the rope around his thigh is a long, black spaded tail that's holding him open for the demon.

"Weren't supposed to wake up yet, firefly. Still need to finish your dream," leans down and licks away some of the blood on his cheek, "Can stop--"

"Don't stop," begs immediately, everything feels so good. Feels so much better coming out of the nightmare where it all hurt so badly. He wants to reach for him, but his limbs are heavy. Duster shifts, leaning closer and bracing his weight on his arms, his hair creating a curtain around them as it slips over his shoulders. Dabi is expecting it this time, has already opened his mouth when his chest goes so tight and his lungs stop working, but it's still frightening to find himself paralyzed again. But the asphyxiation lasts much longer than it did the first time. Lasts as Duster moves and moves and moves inside of him. Dabi is certain he should have passed out as his eyes start to leak blood again. Must be an incubus thing to keep him alive even without breath for the eternity it takes as his terror and pleasure build, and build, and build. His cock is aching between his legs, dripping against his stomach. Never cums without more direct stimulation there but Dabi feels like he's going to if Duster keeps moving like this. That strange sensation starts to build under his skin again, pale blue fog starting to trickle out from between his lips.

"That's it, baby, let it happen. You taste so good, firefly." Didn't know that Tomura's voice could turn into that low seductive growl as a whine builds up in his hazy head. Feels like he's going to unravel around the too much that's pressing in at him at every angle. He's so full everywhere, nowhere more than his hole, stretched around the biggest cock he's ever had, stroking his prostate on every thrust. "Cum for me, Dabi."

Never been able to orgasm on command, but his pleasure bursts through him, sends his cum painting his stomach and his hole clenching tightly around Duster's cock. Heightens his delirious pleasure even as that pressure tears itself out from beneath his skin, pours out of his mouth as a roiling cloud of glowing blue smoke with white electricity crackling through it. Tomura opens his mouth, sharp, sharp fangs on the top and bottom eye-teeth, and swallows it up again. Moans as soon as it's past his lips, hips moving a little rougher. Dabi's so sensitive that he wants to whine, but he can't, still no air in his lungs.

Only manages to suck in a breath when Tomura pushes in deep one more time before he spills his release inside of him. Dabi's whole body goes limp as he gasps and pants, trying to get air back into his starving brain. Feels like he's going to float away. Tomura presses a light kiss against his lips before shifting back down his body. It takes him a minute to get his wits back about him,

"What are you doing, Duster?"

"You taste so good, firefly," murmured against his chest as he starts to nip, and lick, and kiss his way across his skin. "Would you let me have seconds?" Licks up a smear of his cum as his eyes flick up to meet his. Dabi feels his cock trying to twitch back to life. Doesn't know how he could possibly say no when Tomura made him feel that good. Fuck. Probably a demon thing that's getting him hard again so fast as Duster licks away the cum on his stomach. Sees his cock hardening and lets out something he can only describe as a purr. "Need an answer, firefly."

"You can have whatever you want--" he croaks out recklessly. Barely has given him permission before Tomura is purring again and sinking his mouth down over his cock.

///

Duster has seconds, thirds, turns him into a twelve-course meal. Makes his broken body feel better than he'd ever even thought possible and when he does eventually pass out, he wakes up feeling more well-rested than he has in his entire life. When they finally join the others downstairs the next day, everyone is very mature about it. They do not even snort about the fact that Dabi can barely walk, or that Tomura is still fully shifted. Ate so well for the first time in Dabi's guessing years that he can't transform back. He's sharper like this, stronger, healthier. No benefits to starving himself for All For One's approval. And Dabi is more than willing to be a buffet for as long as the demon wants to indulge in him.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 years ago

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AITA for refusing to be my bestfriend's son's godmother?

CW : sexual assault

If there is one thing that is well-known in my school is that me and my bestfriend are two-peas-in-a-pod, sisters in everything but blood, twin flames, platonic soulmates. We had been friends since the start of middle school and we share a lot of similarities and interests. We really get along so well and I had always been happy and content just to have her beside me. I thought nothing would ever come between. That is, until he came into our lives in freshman year of high school.

Honestly, he wasn't that bad at first, he was actually amazing. Our duo became a trio and we had an amazing rest of our high school years. They were some of the best memories I have and to this day, in freshly out of university, it only brings me pain. Everything changed when my best friend noticed that this guy's attention to me was a little... too much to be considered platonic. And I admit that I had enjoyed the attention. She- my bestfriend- one day found out that this guy and I have started hooking up and she didn't like it. She never actually told me the reason why but I just remember her eye-ing us intensely whenever we sit next to each other. For some reason, she started copying me. My way of dressing, my mannerisms, flirting with the guy and all. I wasn't upset with that, not even jealous, I just teased her of being my fan. Then it happened.

Apparently, my bestfriend dressing and acting like me was something this guy took as a sign that she also wanted to hook up with him so he made a move. They slept together. She didn't consent to it. And to my utter shock, she blamed the guy AND ME. She said that since she was mimicking me in terms of fashion and mannerism, it was technically my fault that this guy forced her to sleep with him. I was so shock when this happened because I never told her nor forced her to mimic me. I never told the guy to force her because she resembled me at that moment. Yes, I was sad and angry of the guy because of what he did but I don't think it's fair to call me his accomplice! I never wanted that to happen to her of all people.

She stopped talking to me after that. Didn't let me explain, nothing. We reached sophomore year of university, she exchanged schools, blocked me in every social media account and according to our mutual friend, every time she suggests unblocking me and letting me explain my side, she would straight up say "Hell no!" and say that she didn't wanna talk to the person who aided the loss of her dignity. Through the last 2 years of my university, I held onto the hope that she'll talk to me again because I missed her and I really wanted my soul sister back.

Now here's the kicker.

She contacted me yesterday. Not for closure, no, for an invite to be her newborn son's godmother. I was ecstatic at first because that means she will start talking to me again, right? My joy ended when I found out that the boy's father WAS THE SAME GUY. Somewhere in the 2 years she kept on refusing to talk to me, she talked to this guy again, they got together, she got pregnant, and now they're also planning a wedding. Now I don't blame the kid, of course not, but what made me decline was how could she have talked and bonded to the person who DID steal her dignity yet refuse to talk to me WHO HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT? Me, her bestfriend of so many years...

And now the news of me declining her invitation to be her son's godmother got out and people- our friends, her and his family, even my own mom!- are calling me cruel and cold-hearted for refusing the honor to be a child's godparent. They said that since my bestfriend was able to put what happened behind her then I should to as well. That she didn't contact me because she needed space ( she needed space from me and apparently not to the one that caused it, god- ). I don't know. In any other situation, I would've gladly be her son's godmother but the pain of that realization that she stayed away from me yet let that man near is still so fresh that I couldn't bring it to myself to be anywhere near or even have any connection to them...

Am I really the asshole for refusing?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #rape cw

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fishys-still-writing-smut · 8 months ago

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(Maybe a bit too much complex ? You’ll tell me)

Kaede had enough~! Ever since kokichi somehow convinced tsumugi AND the headmaster that his new uniform should be a ultra lewd playboy bunny costumes that accentuates way too much his twink but ultra cute yet strong body, his immense boy butt, and his crotch! Not only that but he’s been bothering everyone! The number of spanks he gave to the other fat ass femboy (Shuichi) friend of Kaede that embarass him on a daily basis, the way he sometime gets behind Kaede and "hug" her pressing her (admitedly massive even if hidden behind a sweater) boobs, the time he mixt an aphrodisiac in everyone’s water just before an exam!… she will convince him to end his lewd pranks! … what the naive ultra thicc bimbo bod pianist didn’t realized was that 1) it was kokichi, a VERY good manipulator especially for airheads like Kaede 2) is lust is way bigger than that~

Basically they make a deal that he stops bothering everyone IF she hangs with him every day and "play" with him every night for a week~!

Basically a 7 day/step corruption, at the end Kaede is completely kokichi’s bimbo bitch, she gets sluttier as the corruption progress, and they do lewder and lewder acts.

I don’t remember but I Think NTR is one of your top stuff, so you can put some here BUT it has to end well, like Shuichi being also a fat ass ultra hung twink just way more submissive than kokichi, so under kokichi impulse and manipulation he joins at some point. (Or not)

If a 7 part corruption is too complicated for you you can tone it done to 5, 3, or heck even 1 and turning it into an instant lost if you’re not in the mood for that, it’s fine!

Warning: lewd content below

Day 0:

“So you gotta let him sleep in your room for a week?” Shuichi questioned his best friend as they were having breakfast together in his room. The pianist nodded, seemingly frustrated at the situation. “I mean hey, if it gets him to change out of the playboy bunny clothes can't be that bad, right?”

“Of course it's that bad! It's about the principal of the matter, Shuichi! That little bastard can't keep doing whatever the hell he wants. I swear, after these 7 days I'm putting in a notice for him to be suspended.” Kaede was fuming. Shuichi had never heard the blonde so angry before. He placed his hand on her shoulder to help calm her down, a gesture she seemed to appreciate as she began to smile. It was just one week, how bad could it be?

Day 1:

“So how was last night?” Shuichi questioned Kaede, who blushed at the mere mention of the night before.

“Ah well, y'know.” Kaede seemed embarrassed. “I think I was a little too harsh on him.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “I thought he was gonna prank me or do something weird to me, but no. All he did was sleep normally. In fact, I was being a jerk to him, making fun of his night terrors and all.”

“Night terrors?” Shuichi questioned. He never heard Kokichi bring up those before.

“Yeah, they're pretty bad. Normally he clings onto a big stuffed animal or something to help calm him down, but there wasn't anything like that in my room. So he just clung into me.” Shuichi was about to raise an objection, but Kaede cut him off before he could get the words out. “But he wasn't being mean! He didn't play any pranks or pull any cheap tricks. He just…hugged me tightly. It was…I dunno, nice I guess? Still don't like him, but it was refreshing to see a human side to him.”

“Maybe that's why he wanted to sleep in your room? To find a way to tell you.”

“Maybe.” Kaede thought, reflecting on last night. Until suddenly, her face became beet red as she remembered something else. “But uhh, the funniest thing happened while we were sleeping. Apparently, I need new pajamas, because the buttons totally busted while we were sleeping. So I woke up to find Kokichi motorboating my boobs, hahaha….” Kaede sheepishly recalled as both she and Shuichi felt the embarrassment.

“Y-yeah that's…certainly awkward.”

“Y-yup, what are the chances, right?”

Day 2:

Shuichi and Kaede ate breakfast together in silence. Normally there'd be a lively conversation between the two of them, but for some reason Kaede was dead silent. Shuichi, sensing something was wrong, tried to break the ice.

“Soooo…how’s been sleeping with Koki-”

“I saw him jerk off yesterday.”

“H-HUH?!?!” Shuichi nearly fell out of his chair upon hearing what she said. He grabbed his own seat as he stared at her with intensity. “What the hell are you saying?!?”

“I-it wasn't on purpose!” She defended. “I guess he just…forgot to lock the bathroom door. I-I only saw it for a second though. After that I ran to the bed and pretended nothing happened.” Shuichi sighed in relief, grateful his friend wasn't a complete degenerate. Kaede sighed as well, for an entirely different reason.

(Flashback)

“Nnnnnghhh!”

“H-hey!” Kaede opened the bathroom door to find Kokichi jerking himself off. However, before she could reprimand him, he finished, shooting his thick semen which splashed directly into her pajamas, face, and of course, her bare tits that her broken pajamas failed to cover.

“Don't blame me, I need to do this. My nightmares get reeeaaalllly bad if I don't empty my balls before bed.” Kokichi nonchalantly explained. Kaede merely humphed at his response, before her eyes widened. He still wasn't flaccid. Kokichi smirked. “Yeah, typically one nut doesn't do it for me. I need to go for a whiiiiile.”

“T-that’s nice, but w-what am I going to do?” Kaede angrily complained, as her and her clothes were still soaked in Kokichi's cum.

“Go shower. Don't worry, I won't peek. I'll just be dealing with this before bed.” Kokichi spoke slyly. “Unless you want me to jerk off on your bed instead?”

Kaede balled her fists before stripping out of her now ruined clothes. Kokichi was going to pay for this. She stood naked in front of the boy, who stared at her while he jerked off. Something about him looking at her with such list driven eyes while touching his big…no! Not today.

Kaede practically ran into the shower and drew the curtains. She turned on the hot water and worked to scrub all of Kokichi off of her. She stared at his silhouette through the curtains. He kept true to his word and did not peek but…did his dick really need to be that big?

That night, a naked Kaede slept with Kokichi. He clung to her chest seemingly tighter than the night before. She huffed. He was so getting reported after the week was over. She just needed to remain pure until then.

Day 3:

“We're not going to eat together anymore?” Shuichi repeated dumbly, confused by Kaede's sudden change of heart. “Why? Not that I'm mad but, weren't you the one who wanted to eat in my room with me?”

“I-its not you! It's just…Kokichi had methods to help him mitigate his nightmares and…he wants me to help him with them during the morning.” Kaede sheepishly admitted. “S-so I'll be doing that now. But only for the next few days! After that he gets suspended and we'll go back to normal.”

“Well, you're your own person so, can't really fault you for that. Just, try not to take him too seriously. He may have issues, but he's still a jackass at heart.” The boy swore uncharacteristically. Not that Shuichi disliked Kokichi (okay, he definitely did), but even he could see that something fishy was happening. Kaede nodded her head before digging back into her food. She ate with her hands, which was a fine but a little messy cause of the sauce-

Wait a minute.

“Kaede, there's something on your hands.” He pointed out while Kaede froze. “It seems like some type of…white liquid?”

“A-ah! Yeah, that's just…white sauce from last night.”

“Last night!?! What on earth did you do then!?”

“W-well Kokichi asked me to jerk his…j-jerk his…jerk his bottle of white sauce! He was trying to have some last night and the bottle wasn't dispensing it, and I guess some got on me without realizing it.”

“Oh, okay. That makes sense.” Shuichi realized. I mean, there wasn't anything else that could be on her fingers, right? “Was the bottle broken or something?”

“N-no, it was just…really big. A lot bigger than you’d think. I mean I saw it before and I was like ‘wow’ but once it's in your hands it's even more like…‘wow!’. Can't believe he just has that. And it was so messy too. Like he could've been a gentleman and offered to clean me up but noooo. He even seemed to like it when it got on my face and chest. Ugh! He's the worst. He even got some in my mouth.”

“Did it taste good?”

“H-huh?!?”

“The white sauce.” Shuichi explained. “I heard some recipes even include things like eggplant or heavy cream depending on the purpose. So, was it good?”

“O-oh, uhm. I-it was whatever I guess.” Kaede blushed, but Shuichi knew her for too long for her to hide things from him. He chuckled to himself. She definitely loved it.

Day 4:

“Hey Kaede!” Shuichi called out to his friend in the hallway. Kaede jumped a bit, before quickly waving back at Shuichi. She pulled down the hem of her skirt as the boy ran up to her.

“Hey Shuichi…how's it going?”

“Eh, the usual I guess. How about you? Kokichi any easier to manage?”

“O-oh!” Kaede's expression changed when Shuichi brought up Kokichi's name. She rubbed her thighs against each other and blushed. She broke eye contact with Shuichi and stared at the ground, trying to recall…something. Her face grew even more red before she answered. “W-well to tell the truth he's been a bit…wild as of late. He's been keeping me up super later into the night with his…before bedtime habits. I get he has issues sleeping without it but…fuck.~”

“H-huh?” Shuichi gasped at Kaede's uncharacteristic swear/moan. Kaede clapped her mouth shut before responding.

“S-sorry, I've just been really tired as of late because of him. Don't even have control over myself anymore…hahaha.” Kaede's statement was more accurate than Shuichi or even herself could've known. But to quickly cut off a curious Shuichi, she removed herself from the conversation. “I need to go, Ko-i m-mean Ms. Kirigiri needs me for some help. Bye Shuichi!”

“That was weird.” Shuichi spoke to himself as his friend ran off. “I get that she's tired, but who moans when they don't get enough sleep? Oh well, I mean, all ultimates are a bit eccentric so I guess it's not the weirdest thing that's happened here.”

Day 5:

“Heeeeey Shumai!” Kokichi called out to Shuichi this time, as they were the only two in the dorm room lobby. They rarely speak, but for some reason, Kokichi is convinced that he and Shuichi “have a lot more in common than he knows.”

“What's up Kokichi?”

“Noooothing much. Just looking to have some dude time. A true man to man talk. A bro-down hoedown. A slightly homo rodeo. A-”

“Just say what's on your mind.” Shuichi sighed, already exhausted before the conversation even began.

“I'm just trying to act like dudes with you man. I feel like we lack that strong male bond between us. Talking about cars, screaming about sports, acting only a little gay in the locker room, bragging about not sex partners, the complete guy package.”

“I don't want your package Kokichi.”

“Pffft, nonsense! You just haven't had proper guy time with me yet. Check this out~.” Kokichi shows a video of what looks like a blonde babe bent over, getting fucked by a shocking large cock. She was completely naked, aside from the pair of white panties pushed to the side of her phat jiggly ass. Her face wasn't visible, but a muffled voice could vaguely be made out, screaming Kokichi's name like a pornstar.

“K-kokichi! Is…is this real?” Shuichi asked, curiosity and lust getting the better of him.

“Of course it is! I really lucked out finding a girl like this. She was a little reluctant at first, but she ended up being a bonafide slut! I knew I picked right with her.”

“Who is she?”

“Hey, Shuichi, if we're going to be bros that means you gotta respect the bro code. You can't ask me things like that.” Annoyingly Kokichi stood up with a cheeky grin. It was obvious from the start he only wanted to tease Shuichi using this information. “I'll see you later, Shumai! Let's have some more bro time later, okay?”

Day 6:

“And then he says he was looking forward to spending more ‘bro time’ with me. Can you believe that?” Shuichi ranted about Kokichi to Kaede, who was busy looking under the desk for the pencil that she dropped at the start of class. He conveniently left out the part about the pornography he was shown, as he still had fantasies about that mysterious blonde woman.

“Ah, well, I don't think Master was in the wrong there.”

“Huh?”

“I said I don't think Kokichi was in the wrong there. She responded, not bothering to get up from looking. “I think you just need to be more open to him.”

“Yeah right, he's a complete- KAEDE!” Shuichi was caught off guard, nearly getting the two caught in the middle of class. For the first time he looked down to talk to Kaede, however while he did expect to find her still searching for her pencil, he never thought he'd see her bare ass! “W-where the hell are your panties?!?”

“Oh, those. Kokichi and I were talking the other day, and he brought up the point on how tight my panties must feel, and told me to start going without them. And I feel much, much better. See.” Kaede stood up, and without a hint of shame, flicked up her skirt for Shuichi to get a face full of her phat ass.

“K-Kaede. Put that down. He's just trying to trick you!” Shuichi pulled her skirt back down to normal, causing the pianist to pout.

“Trick me? Why would he do that? I think you're the one that’s tricked Shuichi. You don't understand why I love Master the way I do.”

“What on earth are you- wait….” Shuichi paused to think for a moment. The video, Kaede's attitude, Kokichi sleeping with her. It was technically possible, but did he really manage to-

His train of thought was cut off as Kaede scotched closer to him, rubbing his cock with her fingers as she whispered in his ear. “Master ordered me to take care of you, so he's willing to share his toys with you if you don't talk. What do you say, Shumai?~”

Day 7:

“GLUK GLUK GLUK”

“F-fuck.” Shuichi moaned as Kaede sucked his cock. She looked up at him with mini hearts in her eyes, her brain completely rotted by sex. Behind her, Kokichi spread her ass cheeks apart, sliding in his giant bitch corrupting cock inside of her. She moaned into Shuichi’s dick, sucking it even harder now that she was being fucked from behind.

“I told you Shumai, you and I should definitely spend more time together. After all, we have so much in common~.” Immediately after his taunt, Kokichi and Shuichi came inside of Kaede, filling up their shared pocket slut together.

#danganronpa smut #cowede-asks #DRouma-18 #DRakamatsu-18 #DRsaihara-18

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gyusimp · 2 years ago

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New Year Special One-Shot (NSFW)

I'm not gonna be at home during New Year so i leave this now. Thanks for all your support, i love you and Happy 2023! 💖🎆🎉

It was about 15 minutes to 12 o'clock. You had been fast asleep for about 2 hours next to Gyutaro in your bed. The weather at this time of year is usually very cold, outside the air froze the city and a thin layer of frost adhered to the windows of the houses in the neighborhood and to the roofs of the cars. The doors and windows in your room were locked. Before you went to sleep, you decided to turn on the heating. It wasn't something you used often to avoid some increases in your electricity bill but because today was a very cold day you decided to make an exception, besides, Gyutaro was your guest today and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable inside your house.

You had made this small gesture to be nice to him but you didn't know that he was actually going to have some problems. Gyutaro's house is rather simple in that it doesn't have any heating system, air conditioning or anything like that so he has become forced to learn to sleep in any weather. Usually, he doesn't mind the cold, actually, it helps him to fall asleep sometimes but if there was something he couldn't deal with it was the heat. Gyutaro tossed and turned on the bed trying to find a comfortable position to sleep but nothing worked. His forehead was wet causing parts of his bangs to stick to his pale skin, the sweat on his abdomen was dampening his sweatshirt, and his sweatpants were getting too heavy. He had already thrown to hell the sheets that covered his body but even so that unbearable heat did not disappear. Gyutaro thought it would be better to turn off the heating but he didn't know how those fucking devices worked, he had never used one and he didn't want to wake you up for such a stupid thing either.

Finally, Gyutaro gave up. He fumbled off the socks and sweatshirt he was wearing and threw them on the ground feeling somewhat angry. He settled back on the bed and sighed irritably. Gyutaro looked at you, you were asleep next to him and apparently you had also warmed up because you took off the sheets like him and you were only wearing your underwear and a basic tank top. Gyutaro did not take his eyes off of you, he watched your curves perfectly accommodated on the mattress and your soft breathing while you turned your back on him.

Gyutaro's breathing began to shake as well as his pulse, he could perfectly feel how after a few minutes looking at you a small tent formed under his pants causing him more pressure and heat. He felt very horny now, just by looking at your body he could imagine many things. Suddenly, something came to his mind. There is one thing that helps Gyutaro relax when he is alone and that on more than one occasion has helped him fall asleep or even relieve minor headaches. One thing led to another so if he now had a solution on his hands, literally, then he was going to use it.

Gyutaro's legs were bent and spread, he lowered his hand and placed it on top of his clothed member. He began to rub against the cloth causing chills to run down his spine. The friction between his palm and the cloth against his dick was driving him crazy, and he began to rock his hips gently to melt in his own careless touch. His lips parted to gasp from his mouth as pleasure began to fill his body. Gyutaro placed his fingers on it and move the fabric in different ways to get more of the desired sensation, making him feel even harder. He moaned silently, very careful not to wake you up, he closed his eyes, throwing his head back and feeling a pang in his stomach, he decided to put his hand under his pants and underwear to have direct contact with his cock. Touching himself, he could feel that he was already wet and that some of his liquid was leaking between his fingers. Gyutaro fucked his fist hard but not hard enough for you to notice how loving your boyfriend was giving himself behind you.

His back arched and his legs began to shake, he knew that in a very short time he was going to cum and he wanted to be aware of it. For some reason, Gyutaro likes to watch the exact moment his orgasms, if he can do it. That motivates him to keep going more and more until he's completely satisfied, no matter if he's with you or completely alone he loves to see his thick release coming out of him, sticky and warm and dripping onto his fingers. He enjoyed these moments alone when he felt aroused enough about something and luckily his sister was away from home, he could come into his room and fuck himself as much as he wanted until he felt satisfied. Right now, he couldn't enjoy it like he normally does. He felt a little stupid touching himself when you were next to him, but you were asleep and he wasn't going to wake you up just because he was horny. Gyutaro knows that it's very difficult for you to fall asleep so once you do it, he won't bother you at all. He will let you continue sleeping but that does not mean that he will not use you for his dirty deeds.

Gyutaro hasn't taken his lewd gaze away from you since he started, imagining you in thousands of positions for him, your face with particular expressions and the sound of your voice like when you moan because of him.

You were the last straw that broke the camel's back. His touch began to get harder and faster making him gasp and suppress a bunch of moans that struggled to come out from deep in his throat. Gyutaro was on the edge and in one movement he took his dick out of his boxers and his pants, observing his erection under the dim light of the moon between his slippery fingers. Once again, before cum, Gyutaro looked at you. He looked at your messy hair on your pillow, your bare shoulders and arms, your curvy waist so that your hips rest sensually on the bed, your short tank top exposing the skin of your lower back to him as well as your buttocks; the way your tight little black lace panties dipped into your butt was killing him, the pressure that the elastic made on your skin made him go crazy.

Your butt urged him to sink into you, Gyutaro's hand was faster. A fleeting thought but daring enough to make him think passed through his head. If he cum over you, would you feel it? Would you wake up or was your sleep so heavy? He had been moving around a lot and making sounds and until now you were still sleeping without any worries so that made him feel confident that you wouldn't wake up. Gyutaro approached to you and got into the big spoon position behind you but without wrapping his arms around you. He took his cock in one hand and placed the tip right in the middle of your butt, on top of your panties to begin rubbing against you as he continued to touching himself. After a few minutes the pleasure was indescribable, Gyutaro was in heaven and he knew that after this he would finally be able to sleep like never before no matter what. A burning sensation settled in his abdomen causing him to arch his back and close his eyes with force, he pressed his lips as much as he could, about to bleed his lip with his teeth from the force that he exerted, when he could no longer he covered his mouth tightly with his hand as he let out a muffled moan as he cum on top of you.

His hands trembled, his chest heaved up and down as if thousands of fireworks exploded inside his heart when he finally cum over your ass. Gyutaro lay back down next to you resting one of his muscled arms on his forehead trying to regulate his breathing with his mouth open. He was a bit tired so he was about to close his eyes but when he felt that you started to move, he was alerted immediately. You were sleeping peacefully when you felt a warm and thick sensation on your clothes that was wetting them at the same time, you managed to wake up so you turned around to face your boyfriend. At first you didn't think about it, you supposed that you probably sat on a wet chair in your dreams or something similar but when you opened your eyes you could see Gyutaro in front of you, with his naked dick sticking out of his pants.

You weren't angry, maybe a little surprised but not angry, rather, you felt flattered that you were able to arouse your boyfriend even while asleep and without putting a single finger on him and thinking about it had made you feel horny to you now. You looked at Gyutaro, he was a bit embarrassed for having used you so he apologized to you almost inaudibly and you approached him.

"Aaww, was my boy needy? Poor him."

Now the area between your legs was throbbing, you put one hand under your head to lean and with the other you ran your fingers over Gyutaro's chest, tracing the outline of his marks seductively. You continued with his ribs, his ripped abs and his pelvis until you stroked his dick. Gyutaro lay down on his side to face you, you two looked at each other for a few seconds and then your lips collided with his in a passionate and wet kiss. You cupped Gyutaro's face and he cupped yours, both licking your lips and opening your mouths slightly to make the kiss more intense. You put one of your legs on top of him and pulled him closer to you to start rubbing your dressed pussy on him.

Gyutaro lowered two of his fingers and tucked them under the center of your panties to feel your warm, wet labia against his skin.

He began to rub with the back of his fingers until thanks to your juices, his fingers slipped more and more inside you until he reached your clit where he began to pull him with a little rudeness but without hurting you. You did nothing but gasp while he touched you, he did all the work with his fingers and you just had to move your pretty hips. Gyutaro placed his hand between your legs to touch you better and place his thumb on your clit tracing circles over it on top of your panties, wetting them more and more. You moved closer to Gyutaro to move with your knees and climb over him until you straddled his hip. He took his hand from between your thighs to place his hands on your behind and grope you more roughly and needily. You gently arched your back as you got up and sat on his cock to rub yourself against it making Gyutaro feel hard and horny again.

Sometimes it was still hard for him to have sex with you. Not because he didn't like it, but because he still couldn't believe that you loved him that way and that what he considered disgusting about himself managed to turn you on. He always considered himself ugly, disgusting and grotesque with all those spots and marks painting his body, his sickly pale skin and how his bones were sticking out in some parts of his body so having a girl as cute and sexy as you sitting on him and riding him really turned him on. He was even more aroused to think about how someone as ugly as he would dirty and contaminate you with his seed, he could stain you inside and out as he wanted and you would be the happiest woman in the world with that, you would always agree to anything he wanted to do to you and sometimes he would take advantage of that.

Your waist moved on your boyfriend, your panties moved inside you and this began to squeeze you uncomfortably, you wanted to take them off but if you stopped you would lose all the progress you had gained. You decided to continue when you saw Gyutaro's expression and since he didn't take his eyes off you, he looked you up and down, enjoying every inch of you, how your thighs wrapped him while you rode him and the lace of your panties on your skin. You were not wearing anything under your little white tank top, your breasts stretched the elastic fabric over your chest and in some parts your skin was transparent under the top, leaving your nipples exposed despite not having taken off your clothes.

Gyutaro took your tits with his hands to start squeezing your nipples between his long and thin fingers causing several careless moans to come out of your mouth, he put his hands under your top to feel them better and then he removed the garment leaving your bare breasts. Gyutaro sat down and took you by the waist to change places, now he was sitting astride you but after a moment he got up. You sat up as he got up and stood up, Gyutaro grabbed your thighs tightly and pulling your legs dragged you to the edge of the bed so that your legs dangled from the mattress as he squatted on the floor in front of you. Gyutaro's large, slender hands went to the lace top of your panties to yank them down and slide them along your legs to fling them to the floor afterwards. You weren't ready, when you felt Gyutaro's face sink between your legs heading straight for your cunt, his movement caught you off guard so that made you moan louder than usual. Gyutaro licked every part of you as if there was no tomorrow, as if this was the last night in his life that the two of you would be together. There came a point where you were completely blinded by the pleasure that only he could give you, you took the small ponytail of his hair and brought it closer to you so that he could continue with what he was doing. This man was eating you alive and you loved it, his tongue ran every inch inside your wet and slippery cavity and his teeth took your folds causing an electric current throughout your body.

But when it comes to sex, it's never enough for the two of you. Gyutaro pushed you so that your back touched the mattress and spread your legs to the limit to plunge into you again, Gyutaro had become addicted to your taste once he had tasted you. In addition to his tongue, he introduced two fingers inside you, you were already wet enough so he did it without warning. When you felt that he was inside, your senses exploded. Your hips began to move almost by themselves to be able to feel him in every corner of your core, you could hardly speak.

"Aa-ah Gy-utaro...keep going, t-to the bottom...I think I'm gonna cum!"

It wasn't necessary for you to tell him, he knew perfectly well that you were going to do it from the way your pussy tightened around his wet fingers. It only took a few seconds for you to feel the same fireworks that Gyutaro felt a while ago exploding in your chest, traveling to your belly, to go down to your pelvis and end up in your cunt to release all your juices directly into Gyutaro's mouth.

He wouldn't waste a single drop of you. With his hands, he cupped your butt with 4 fingers and with his thumbs he opened your vagina to expose your beautiful, shiny folds to admire and drink you in. Your waist continued to move reflexively so that reminded him that he was still very hard.

"Don't forget about this, precious." he told you, placing one of your hands on his cock. Gyutaro pulled you back to the center of the bed. He made you kneel and he went behind you to take you by the waist with one hand and after touching you a little between the legs to find your hole, he entered you after completely removing his pants. The truth is, you didn't know why he fucked you in this awkward position, but then you saw that from this angle you two were perfectly reflected in the full-length mirror that had one of your closet doors, so that ended up turning you on a little more.

The room was filled with the dirty wet sounds of your bare skins bumping against each other, the splash your cunt made when Gyutaro charged into you, and the moans the both of you made. The heating was still on so your bodies were twice as wet from sweat. Your legs were beginning to get tired so in your attempt to get comfortable you lost your balance causing both of you to fall sitting on the bed. You thought Gyutaro would scold you but he didn't say anything and he just settled in to continue fucking you. Even though Gyutaro was doing great, you felt that your pussy was still lonely so in the middle of the action you decided to use your fingers. You spread your legs and looked at your wet pussy in front of the mirror, which brought you to the limit of arousement. It seems that you and Gyutaro had the same strange pleasure in watching yourselves cum so having a perfect view of your core, you started to satisfy yourself as Gyutaro satisfied you.

Your hole was filled by Gyutaro so you only had the top to yourself but you still loved it. Your pussy was opened by the position in which you were sitting, you brought two fingers to your labia and with the middle finger you gently caressed your clit over and over again, at first your movements were slight and provocative until the moment came when you simply needed more. Your fingers treated you more roughly causing you to start getting more and more wet, your hand made wet sounds while you rubbed your fingers against yourself, your vagina was very wet and you loved it, you could swear you could even be dripping because a few drops slipped through your fingers. Your fingers went up and down inside you while Gyutaro kept on doing his thing, he loved seeing you touching yourself for him like he did a while ago. You leaned your head back and rested it on Gyutaro's strong shoulder while he took both of your boobs to squeeze them between his fingers, from above, he could see how wet you were, even staining parts of your thighs white.

"Wow, looks like I have competition." he commented, with a perverted smile.

Gyutaro was a bit jealous of you, you moved your fingers too well which made him wonder if you masturbated yourself before? Or if you thought of him when you did it? He chuckled as he imagined that, as he imagined you in your bed, wide open with your own fingers pumping into your dripping, warm cunt moaning his name when he wasn't with you, you squeezing and cumming pathetically into nothingness.

"You're a little bitch." Gyutaro said, grabbing your face so you could see yourself in the mirror. "I think you're very skilled, does my dirty little girl touch herself thinking about dad when he's not around? That makes me feel very flattered" he planted a rude kiss on your cheek. "Knowing that that cute little pussy drools and squirms for me even though I'm not fucking it."

His words took you to the limit, Gyutaro sank his fingers inside you next to yours and having more than 2 fingers fucking you at the same time, you inevitably were cumming from the depths. The bed below you was a mess, Gyutaro was cumming a few seconds after you so you were both lying on a small sticky puddle of a mixture of your juices. One part soaked into the sheets and the other slid from your open pussy dripping down your thighs. You two were very wet and weak, with your bodies shaking. Gyutaro took to his mouth the fingers that he had inserted in your vagina and snapped out of you while he dropped onto your bed. You stayed seated for a few more seconds, your waist and legs ached so you waited until you were able to move without problem. After seeing your boyfriend behind you, you gently leaned over him to straddle him and kiss him. The kiss started passionately as if you were asking him for another round but then it became sweeter and more sensitive until the two of you separated and you laid your head on his chest.

Gyutaro caressed your head with his fingers while your face was slightly shaken up and down by his heavy breathing. You rested on top of him with your legs on each side of his hips, wetting the skin of his pelvis a little with your cunt. At that moment, your eyelids felt really heavy and sleep began to invade you again until Gyutaro's voice woke you up.

"Wait! Help me turn this damn thing off, it feels like a fucking oven in here." he said, desperately asking for your help to turn off the heating once and for all.

"Sure, plus I think I have to change the sheets." you told him.

You stood up to give Gyutaro some space to stand up as well. While you went to turn off the heating, he removed the wet sheets from the bed and placed some clean ones that he took from your closet so that when you returned, the bed would be ready to sleep.

"Ready." you told your boyfriend.

The cold had subsided so even if you two weren't wearing clothes there wouldn't be any problem. You took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and dry yourself a bit but even so you continued to feel very wet and slippery so you picked up your panties from the floor to put them back on.

"Are you gonna get dressed?" Gyutaro asked as he looked at you from the bed.

"Yes, why?" You didn't know why he was asking you that question.

"Nothin', forget it..."

"Do you want me to have no clothes on?...I still felt a little wet so I was going to put them on for that. Do you want me to sleep without clothes on?" you asked him.

Gyutaro seemed somewhat embarrassed but it was what he wanted. He had the look on his face of a child when his mother notices how much he stares at a piece of candy and then asks if he wants her to buy it for him. Gyutaro gave a slight nod, since he was without clothes too.

You smiled at him and took off your panties again. You walked over to the bed with Gyutaro to straddle him and lay your head on his chest like you did earlier. Gyutaro loved that after sex, you slept naked next to him. You used to put your panties and his sweatshirt back on sometimes but it didn't feel as good if he was naked. If both of you slept without any clothes on, he could still feel every part of you crashing against his skin as if you two were one and that unique and intimate closeness with you made him feel in heaven. As he thought of you, he could feel your fingers tracing the marks on his arm and chest.

"We can never sleep together without ending up fuckin' uncontrollably, have you noticed?" he asked, with a small smile.

"Now that I think about it, you're right" you replied with a blush. "I guess we are inevitable, you know."

Both of you laughed and continued to talk about anything until it was almost 2:00 a.m. Gyutaro felt how your body became heavier on top of him, he tilted his head a little to see your face and confirmed that you had fallen asleep. He pulled the sheets over you and gently pulled them over your shoulders, careful not to wake you, then he placed a small kiss on your head.

"I love you." he whispered.

Gyutaro continued awake for another half hour until exhaustion reached his body, he closed his eyes and slept calmly with you.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaroxfemreader #gyutaro smut #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #happy new year #happy 2023

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warabidakihime · 3 years ago

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Invisible Strings: Final Chapter

Characters: Uzui Tengen x Reader | Modern AU Synopsis: Sequel of Parallel Lines Content Warnings: profanity, smut, sleep paralysis, eventual violence, blo0d, slight manga spoilers (tho i strayed away from the original plot but yeh), can be a bit psychologically triggering for some so proceed cautiously.

Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter: Chapter 2

a/n: I can't believe we've made it to the finale of Invisible Strings! I'm not going to lie, I'm a little sad that it's over. This is not my first story, but it is the first in which I have put so much time and effort. My writing isn't great yet, but I'm pleased with how this turned out. Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read my work and provide feedback. They were one of the factors that aided me in writing this piece.

Don't worry, there's still an epilogue, so stay tuned for an update soon! I just got a little busy at work, so updates are a little sluggish this time.

Again, thank you so, so much! Ily!

The demon slayers had prepared themselves.

But, as the saying goes, some things are easier said than done.

In the blink of an eye, Kibutsuji Muzan single-handedly reversed the tides in his favor. Although he wasn't at full capacity, his present state was more than enough to render everyone worthless.

Muzan stood proudly over the maimed demon slayers, while Tengen, his newly'recruited’ right-hand man, hovered over your miserable form, slobbering as he craved your blood like any newborn demon would.

The Demon King looked down at the bodies of the demon slayers who had tried to stop him. They were gravely injured, and if a miracle doesn't happen anytime soon, they're all good as dead.

Tengen wasted no time in assaulting Muzan and avenging you after the demon king was resurrected. He was able to strike a few strong hits, and he was able to sever Muzan's limbs, but they regenerated back in an instant. Tengen, like the others, was injured quite severely while battling, but his wounds were more severe as he took most of Muzan's strikes.

Then the unthinkable happened.

Apparently, Muzan had alternative plans for Tengen; he decided not to kill the giant brute and instead recruited him as his new right-hand man.

Why?

He did that just to spite you, as he intended to keep you alive as well. Muzan also gave you a sufficient amount of his blood before the battle, believing that your body would respond well to it and that if you were able to move again, he would use you and Tengen to completely eradicate the demon slayers once and for all.

"Kill me now, Sanemi! Fucking kill me now!"

"No, I'm not going to kill you!"

"Do you want Y/N to die?!”

Sanemi stood frozen, clutching the hilt of his sword, while the other demon slayers tried to peel Tengen away from you, but it was futile because he was much bigger and stronger than them all. Gyoumei was the only one who could shove him a little, but he could only do so much due to his massive wound on his arm.

Tengen and Sanemi are unaware that Muzan has also converted you into a demon.

Shortly after he emerged from your body, all they could see was red, which eventually led them to their demise. You were still unconscious, and while you appeared tranquil on the surface, you were suffering through absolute agony on the inside as Muzan's blood continued to ravage you from the inside out, and you were trying all you could not to break and perish.

"Sanemi!"

“Will you shut the fuck up?! I already told you, I am not going to kill you! ”

"Don't worry about me; slit my neck already! Didn't you say you were coming for my head the instant I put you in danger?"

"I did, but..." murmured Sanemi. "There has to be another way!"

Sanemi's gaze wandered from Tengen to you, and as soon as his pink eyes focused on you, his lips quivered, and a desperate whimper left his lips.

Why the bloody hell did it have to get this far?

Why did he feel compelled to choose between you and Tengen?

Why is this happening again?

He knew something bad was going to happen and had prepared for the worst, but this was simply too much.

It's fucking ridiculous.

"I don't want you to die, and I don't want to lose any of you."

The Sound Hashira obviously appreciated his friends' resolve to save both him and you, but it's just a matter of time before his demon strength gets out of control and gets everyone killed.

But just like Sanemi said, there is a way.

For crying out loud, it's the twentieth century.

Since Muzan's tyranny ended decades ago, Shinobu has never ceased developing antidotes to counter his curse in the event that history repeats itself, and she was so right on the money.

She could give the drug to you and Tengen, but she's currently on the floor with fractured ribs and dislocated shoulders. With one wrong move, her ribs could puncture her lungs and kill her.

However, to avoid making the same mistake in the past, Muzan attacked the ones who could possibly thwart his evil schemes first, and so Shinobu, Kanae, Tamayo, and Yushiro were on the floor, almost lifeless from how hard he assaulted them.

Yushiro was bleeding profusely due to a cut on his back. This is when he misses his Blood Demon Art. He chuckled bitterly as he lay down helplessly in his own pool of blood.

Kanae's limbs were bent at unnatural angles, while Tamayo was hurled against one of the heavy apparatuses, suffering a serious concussion and becoming immobilized.

Muzan continued his assault and attacked the other Hashiras after coming for the doctors.

Rengoku and Giyuu suffered serious injuries, with Rengoku losing an eye. He almost lost a limb as well, but Tanjiro was there to rescue him. Giyuu, like Tamayo, was hurled across the room, leaving him entirely powerless. Not only that, but as he went for his neck, Muzan effortlessly shattered his sword in half, leaving it useless in battle.

Meanwhile, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko suffered moderate to severe injuries while attempting to assist the Hashiras. Inosuke had a broken nose and an even more shattered hand, but because of what was at stake, he opted to hold the hilt of his sword to the best of his ability, disregarding the sharp shooting pain.

On the other hand, Nezuko had bruises all over her body since Muzan took his time punishing her because he had a grudge against her for being one of the demons that escaped his grip.

Tanjiro and Zenitsu were the only ones who suffered minor injuries. Mitsuri and Obanai, on the other hand, are feverishly trying to treat Kagaya's injuries.

There's no way they're going to let him die.

Tengen continued to pant for air, his throat parched from the lack of blood in his system. It was excruciatingly painful and overpowering, and it took everything he had not to succumb to his thirst.

He was in so much anguish that tears streamed down his cheeks. When he looked over at you and then at everyone else in the room, humiliation poured down on him like ice-cold water. He's at a loss as to what to do. For the first time in a long time, he felt hopeless.

Muzan, obviously reveling in his premature victory, glanced around him and cackled melodiously at the pandemonium he had created.

He then approached Kagaya, whose face was unrecognizable due to the Demon King's beating. He knelt and grasped his hair with force and contempt, his eyes full of venom.

"I win."

Kibutsuji Muzan hasn't felt this alive in centuries, and he owes it all to you.

He lets go of him, and his demonic eyes turn to gaze at you, and for some reason, he's not as enraged as he was the night you ratted him out.

If anything, he feels very grateful to you.

It's also reasonable to presume that he's taken a liking to you.

Muzan approached you with long, arrogant steps, then turned to face Tengen, who was staring at him with murderous eyes. He smacked him across the face because he was offended by the way he was looking at him.

"You mutt; lower your head. That's not how you address your master."

"You're not my master, and I would never serve someone as heinous as you," Tengen snarled, each word loaded with poison, but the demon king was unfazed. He was, if anything, amused.

He handled his blood pretty well.

The Sound Hashira will make an excellent pawn.

Muzan smacked him again, but this time with more force, creating an ugly dent on his face and nearly chopping his whole head off with just one hit.

"You're breathing way too close to y/n; she's mine now, so get your filthy hands away from her."

Tengen smirked.

"From what I've heard, Y/N doesn't like men like you. In fact, he despises guys like you, so go take a trip, you useless corpse of the past."

“Is that so?”

Muzan retaliated by chopping off his limbs, causing him to howl like a mutt in pain, and before he could recoup, Muzan grabbed his hair. He grabbed it so tightly that his scalp was starting to bleed.

"Why should her words matter to me? Worthless, dirty, and disposable women like her, who flaunt themselves shamelessly and betray the only person who ever showed them kindness, have no rights in my eyes. Her only purpose is to sit down, look pretty, and serve me for eternity."

That was the final straw.

Tengen charged towards Muzan, challenging him to an all-out brawl.

He has nothing to lose at this point because they're both demons. A fight between blood-sucking demons with monstrous power and durability, as the adage goes among demons, is useless, which is why they didn't bother fighting their own unless Muzan commanded them to.

Tengen has a game plan, and so he dragged the demon king to the floor, as this could help the others find an opening while keeping him preoccupied. Unless Muzan decides to end him completely, after all, he was the one who transformed him into a demon, so he has the power to take it away from him and kill him.

Tanjiro and Zenitsu instantly got into positions, as did Obanai and Mitsuri, who have cured the majority of Kagaya's injuries. He's still severely wounded, but he's no longer in grave danger.

The entire room transformed into an absolute bloodbath in a matter of minutes, as if it weren't already due to the fighting that had occurred previously.

Tengen was doing well fighting the Demon King, thanks to his newfound determination. He could actually win if he keeps this up.

And hopefully, by then, he'll be able to save you and everyone else.

I'm here again, huh?

But this time I can't see a damn thing.

Am I actually dead this time?

"Wake up! Please, y/n, wake up!" "Y/N, now is not the time to daydream! Lord Tengen needs you!" "Y/N! Waah! Please, wake up! I beg you!"

Oh.

I can't, as much as I'd like to.

For some reason, my eyes are heavy, and so is the rest of my body.

I apologize, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma.

I know you're the one who's been calling to me. I haven't heard your voices in a long time, but I still recognize them.

They still feel warm and comforting to the ears.

"Y/N, you must resist Kibutsuji Muzan. Do not let his cells take over you again," Hinatsuru remarked, followed by Makio.

"That's right, y/n. You're not a demon anymore. You never were. Lord Tengen would be so heartbroken if he lost you again."

"That's right! We still haven't forgiven you for leaving us! I was so excited to see you when we came back from the Entertainment District, so imagine how devastated we were when we found out you perished!"

I know... and I'm truly sorry for abandoning you.

"Y/N, please... don't leave Lord Tengen again. I don't think he can handle it if he loses you again," Hinatsuru continued, her voice filled with sorrow and pain.

Hinatsuru…

Makio, Suma…

Tengen…

Everyone…

Your eyes sprung open as you simultaneously gasped for air.

"What—?"

Someone beside you exclaimed with relief, and when you turned to see who it was, it was Obanai. It was the first time you had seen him so frustrated, and it took you a while to comprehend what was going on.

"It worked. It fucking worked."

What worked? You wondered before your gaze strayed sideways, and you found the syringe he was clutching so firmly.

Obanai was in charge of administering the antidote and essentially being your bodyguard while everyone else helped bring Muzan down.

He was now being kept captive on the ground by Tengen, Gyoumei, and Rengoku. Meanwhile, Giyuu stabbed his eyes with his blunt sword, while Tanjiro and Zenitsu severed his limbs.

It was a gamble for life and death.

None of them hesitated to risk their lives to bring him down in order to spare the world from his wrath. They can triumph with one more push, one more swing, one more punch, and one more battle cry.

Muzan clenched his teeth and looked menacingly at Tengen.

"No way I'm letting some peon like you impede my plans."

"You no longer have a place in this world, Muzan; it's high time you accepted reality," Tengen spat back.

"We'll see about that."

Muzan pulled his arm back, intending to strike the Sound Hashira, and Tengen braced for the impact, but it never came, and the Demon King sneered as his distraction succeeded.

Instead of feeling the blow on his face, Tengen felt something piercing his stomach.

It was Muzan.

He had found refuge within Tengen's body, intending to enslave him from within.

Tengen screamed in agony and doubled over in pain.

"He's going to use me to hurt you!" he yelled to everyone.

He was about to speak when blood gushed out of his lips, much like when Muzan tried to take over your body. Tengen's gaze was drawn to Sanemi, who was staring at him in fear and panic as he stood protectively beside you.

"I'm not going to ask you so nicely this time. If you don't want everyone to die, you will have to kill me." He was talking to everyone, but a part of him was also addressing Sanemi directly.

“But–”

"No!"

Your words echoed throughout the room, and everyone's gaze was drawn to you.

As soon as they spotted you, they all felt relieved, obviously glad that you’re okay, and the antidote did an outstanding job as you appear to be in fantastic condition.

Tengen gazed at you, his eyes unusual from what you're used to seeing, his complexion pale—almost sickly—and his fangs protruding from his luscious lips. It eventually dawned on you that he had been converted into a demon, but you can still see the love in his eyes as he focuses on you.

The little, crooked smile still gave you euphoric sensations, but they were quickly replaced with despair as you feared for his life.

Seeing that made you all the more apprehensive about his hasty idea. So you got out of bed without even checking to see whether you were stable enough to stand, let alone walk, after having surgery.

Despite everyone's protests, you practically crawled your way to him and wrapped your arms around him, ignoring the soreness in your knees from stumbling on the cold, hard floor.

"I'm not going to let you die, Tengen. It took us so long to be back together, so please don't waste your life like that. Tengen, find it in yourself to fight him. Don't lose to a lowlife like Muzan."

Tengen inhaled sharply as your flesh made contact with his, nearly losing his sanity all over again. Apart from Muzan attempting to take over his body, he also has to deal with his thirst.

And you clinging to him isn't doing him any favors.

"Y/N—no, don't come near me; you'll get—"

"No."

"No, you don't understand! You will be harmed if we stall any longer! Everyone will die if I don't, y/n!" Tengen exclaimed, desperation laced in his voice, as he attempted to tear you off of him, but you clung to him, "No! There has to be another way!"

Tengen winced out loud as you repeated Sanemi's previous statement, and just as he was going to respond, Muzan decided to move, and the first thing he did was fling everyone out of the scene, leaving you alone with the giant brute.

"Y/N, please run away while you still can. Sanemi! Kill me now!"

"No!" you cried, looking at your cousin, who was holding his sword and preparing to attack, all the while fighting the urge to cower away.

"Sanemi-niisan, don't!"

The Wind Hashira wept as he clutched his blade close to him while everyone else looked on, feeling completely worthless at that moment. If only they could do something, but the situation had become so convoluted.

He wanted to honor his dying friend's wish, but he also wanted to linger and wait for a miracle.

Sanemi wants to save you both if he has the power and luxury to choose, but time is running out.

“SANEMI!”

Ignoring your objections, Sanemi swung his Nichirin sword with a heart-breaking war cry.

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mayashesfly · 3 years ago

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If you think about it, the three Dreamers (as well as their Closest Persons) has their own theme going on. Lurien (and his Butler) with Devotion.

Herrah (and Hornet) with Choice.

And Monomon (and Quirrel) with Change.

With all of them (as well as the Hollow Knight) being burdened by Duty.

Lurien's is pretty self-explanatory in and of itself so I'll ramble about Herrah and Monomon for now. (sorry my short Watcher king. There's just not enough content on you for me to ramble about)

Also, this ramble of mine will definitely be a mess so... be warned.

The reason I think Herrah's theme here is with Choice is because she's the only one of the Dreamers who didn't exactly have a side if the Seals should be broken or kept and instead allowed the Knight to choose for themself. However, it's not that simple. Because unlike the two Dreamers who held onto their beliefs with conviction, Herrah seems to be just.... tired. Exhausted.

The reason why Herrah didn't choose a side is because she was just exhausted from everything, atleast from what we see with her dialogue during the first time the Dreamers appear before the Knight.

>"Let us sleep, little shadow. Return to your darkness. Allow us our peace"

(This is probably Herrah speaking or atleast the first line of it because she's not talking about the Seals, as well as the fact she calls the Knight "little shadow" which is also the same nickname Hornet uses, giving us a small nudge that these two are connected.)

The thing is, in this line Herrah isn't exactly giving us a choice per say. She just allows us to do what we please, not giving us an option we can possibly take. She just says "Allow us our peace" which is ambiguous by itself. So this brings me to my next point, Herrah's theme is Choice because she wasn't Given A Choice.

The reason why Herrah chose to Dream in the first place is because she didn't have a choice. She was in a tight position. Even if she refused the King's offer, her people would've succumbed to the Infection either way. So dreaming really was the only choice at the time to be able to stop the Infection and allow her people to continue striving. This is not to say she is a weak person, in fact she's the complete opposite of a weak person if she was given the title of Herrah the Beast.

Which brings us to Hornet. Herrah chose to dream for Hornet because she loves her. And so now, the choice to what happens to Hallownest lies with her. And in Silksong, possibly Pharloom as well. And she did make a choice of her own, unlike her mother that was forced to choosing one.

Monomon on the other hand is Change. This is even more apparent with Monomon's dreamnail dialogue as well as the fact that she's willing to risk the Infection leaking out without the protection of the Seals in order to bring change and a new age to Hallownest's corpse.

(Breaking the Seals and burdening the Knight with the responsibility of stopping the Infection by finding another way to do it is a risky move after all when none of them are even sure if the Knight can even achieve such a feat. It's not surprising why Lurien would be so against it if it's so risky. He was just being logical and cautious in his own way besides his Devotion to the Pale King. She even acknowledges this in her cut dreamnail dialogue)

Hell, in her cut dreamnail dialogue she even says that "To live forever in an unchanging world... Death, I would fear less"

Similarly to Hornet (especially after the Knight starts going for the Dream No More ending), Monomon wants Hallownest to rest in peace.

And she thinks breaking the Seals is the only way to do this by destroying the everlasting stasis. By allowing change to affect Hallownest's corpse once again.

Sometimes a small sacrifice must be made to give change and a new beginning. Despite how bittersweet it may be.

And now that brings us to Quirrel!! Not only has he changed ever since he took on Monomon's mask and travelled far beyond Hallownest, but after being unburdened of his duty upon release of Monomon's mask, he apparently disappears leaving his nail behind.

Even with the knowledge that Monomon and Quirrel's theme is change, it's still ambiguous whether or not that means he died or left. After all, Monomon (as well as the other Dreamers, and the Knight. And in the worse case scenario, those that remain in Hallownest) died in order for this change to happen

Quirrel's life isn't completely needed to bring change and a new beginning in Hallownest. So maybe, like Hornet who can and will make a choice of her own, Quirrel can have his own change and new beginning in life as well.

If you think about, in a weird sense I suppose the Dreamers' Closest Persons drive home of these themes even further. Whether for the better or for the worse. (Sorry Lurien's Butler, but you do technically do show the worse of the theme Devotion. It's sweet you still watch over Lurien but also unfortunate that it took your life in the process as well)

It also makes alot of sense as to why, out of all the Dreamers' Closest Persons, we only get to see Hornet and Quirrel in game in the Knight's adventure. Because the Knight's journey is about Choice and Change. Not Devotion.

It's why The Hollow Knight ending is the most disappointing ending of all because the Knight going with their existence's devotion to the Pale King isn't what their journey was about. It's not about embracing the very thing that caused their painful existence, it's about making a choice of your own (sometimes even literally) to bring a better change to the worse present.

The reason why Hornet and Quirrel is a big part of the Knight's journey is because they embody it.

Anyways, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

#may asher rambles #hollow knight #the dreamers #herrah the beast #monomon the teacher #hornet #quirrel #analysis #?#lurien the watcher is not tagged for the sake of those who wished for more lurien content but was baited #as a fellow bg character fan I know the pain #so I shall not bait them #unsurprisingly my thoughts went to Quirrel yet again #I have so many thoughts on hk and on this but I shall keep them unsaid for now...#literally only 1% of my hk thoughts are actually posted #despite having /some/ meat on them atleast

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serodev · 4 years ago

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𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: Suggestive content, read at your own risk

Pairing: Douma x gn!reader

Note(s): Thank you for the ask! I'm not sure if you read the pinned post on my profile or not (or if you happened to use she/her pronouns on the reader by accident), but I'm not going to write fem!readers. I'll try to keep this as gender-neutral as possible though so that you can enjoy this!

Original ask: Hi! Best wishes on your page, would you like to write an angst/smut story about Douma? I'm a simp for this character, terrible..can't help it though.. Speaking instead of my request, I'd like to read where the reader is a well mannered person but doesn't believe in any god/hell/heaven, ran away from home finds herself at Douma's temple where he accepts her willingly.. Because of this non-belief she doesn't follow the rules of the cult and as much as Douma may like her presence he can't accept this grumpy/talk back side of ber and "punishes" her. If you don't feel like writing these topics don't worry dear, thank you anyway! ♡

The last thing you ever thought about when running away from home was to bump into this taller man, who gladly took you under his care. Of course, it was better than ending up on the streets or back home where you ran from in the first place, but it was still a somewhat weird coincidence that you happened to meet the man - Douma, almost immediately after you got to walking. It was easy to believe that you two were meant to be together. Douma didn't hesitate at all to give you a warm place where to sleep and eat, but the thing that caught your eye was the number of other women that he had apparently saved.

However, you ended up spending more time either by yourself or with Douma, who escorted you around his so-called temple for the first few days, which made you realize that this wasn't just any kind of safe place for women, but it also was a place where you had to pray for some made-up Gods. You tried your best to not care about it as you didn't believe in religious themes, but the amount of praying the other women had to do was ridiculous - It also didn't help at all that Douma wanted you to pray as well. You did your best to come up with different excuses here and there to skip through the prayers, and it seemed to work for a while, or at least you thought so. However, Douma wasn't stupid; He could see how uncomfortable you looked during the praying hours and how you always lied to skip your own prayers, but he let it slide for a while until he decided that enough was enough.

You were spending some time with two girls that you had happened to befriend during the small amount of time you've spent in the temple when Douma walked into the room. "Hello ladies~ I hope you don't mind me taking y/n for a while - I need to talk about few things with them." The taller man said to the two girls, who shook their heads in submission. It was clear that they weren't so sure about Douma taking you away, but they weren't stupid enough to put against him either. "Good, good. I promise that this won't take too long!" Douma promised as he set his other arm around your shoulders, forcing you to walk right next to him until you two were alone in another room.

When you got there, Douma's presence changed totally. He was warm and even welcoming before, but currently, he could probably choke you just by looking at you. "I'm sure that you know why you're here, pet." He said, using the pet name you've learned to hate, and he sat down onto a big and plush pillow that was in the room. "No, I don't think I do." You answered stubbornly. You were scared, that was for sure, but you didn't want Douma to see it and use it to his advantage, so you tried your best to hide your true feelings even if it meant that you had to act differently.

However, Douma could see right through you, and he ended up smiling sweetly as he looked you into the eyes. "I'm not that scary, y/n. You should know by now that I saved you from living on the streets because I liked you. You're pretty as well. It would be a shame if I would do something to ruin that." He said, and it did make you blush a bit. Nobody had ever really paid attention to you like this before, so you ate up every little compliment that you could get, no matter who it was from.

This made Douma smile even more, and he patted his thigh, signaling you to come and sit either on it or right next to him. "I know, I know. Praying is hard when you're not a believer, but I'm doing this for your best." He started to talk while petting your hair, which in response made you relax a bit, but the thing he said next made you freeze up a bit: "However, I do need to punish you for that."

"But... I haven't caused any trouble." You tried to explain while looking at him, but the only response you got was a slight head tilt and an even sweeter smile. "Douma... Please don't punish me." You tried your best to beg, but it ended up falling on deaf ears. "Sorry, pet. I need to do this so that you don't possibly act out in the future." He explained, and he made you lay on his lap. You ended up letting out a little and a scared noise, but Douma shushed you quietly as he rested his other arm on your lower back. "That's good. Stay put and take your punishment like a good pet." He whispered as he stripped you down enough so that your bottom was out in the open. When it was done, he kneaded your ass a bit before raising his hand up. "Now, please count for me."

Author's note: Thank you for reading this drabble! It was a bit more experimental, so I hope that I did a good job on it. My inbox and requests are open, so feel free to send me an ask!

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angellesword · 4 years ago

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (08)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Series: CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 9

warnings: unrealistic court happenings i am not a lawyer ok mention of physical abuse, drinking problems, child trauma, mental illness, and infidelity. I want to build a whole new world in this fic that’s why i also didn’t research about divorce trials I’m sorry. OC is kind of annoying/disappointing in this chapter (?) or not (?) Young Choi Soobin of TXT is the kid in this chapter’s moodboard

Jeongguk was the ex-boyfriend Red was talking about.

You figured this out when you were at Seokjin's party. Frankly, the way your soulmate was looking at Red was already a giveaway, but then you had to confirm it yourself.

The only way to do that was to either confront Jeongguk or your assistant.

You chose neither and it was because you were afraid to hear what they would or wouldn't say. This being said, you resorted to your last option.

"Come on..." It was hard to sit on the floor when you're wearing a damn long dress, but this didn't stop you from rummaging through Red's personal things.

It's the middle of the night. You left Jeongguk at your apartment right after he reached his high.

You just wanted to teach him a lesson for being a brat. He was always so rude to you and you honestly thought that he was just in denial—that soon enough, he would realize that you two were really destined to be together.

Apparently, that wasn't going to happen.

You went to your office at one in the morning just to find something that would verify your speculation. You got what you wanted. The photograph of Jeongguk kissing your assistant confirmed it.

Your tears fell.

You didn't know why you felt betrayed. It wasn't like they wanted this. They hadn't done anything wrong. Fate was just cruel. Why didn't you meet Jeongguk first? You couldn't blame him for falling in love with Red—she was sweet, beautiful, and smart. Anyone would definitely like her, so you had no choice but to swallow the lump in your throat and accept this.

You just had to pretend like everything was alright.

It wasn't.

The divorce trial was near and there were still so many things you had to fix. Work was seriously draining the hell out of you and it wasn't like Jeongguk was helping. He was actually adding up to the stress you were feeling.

Jeongguk was giving you the silent treatment and no—it wasn't the type of silence you were used to. Before Seokjin's party, your soulmate was quiet, but not really. He would occasionally huff to let you know that he was annoyed at you. He would also stamp his feet and slam the door just to spite you.

You didn't mind. You knew he was just being a brat; however, things were different now.

After the night of Seokjin's party, Jeongguk changed. He was eerily silent, always avoiding eye contact with you.

You tried talking to him. Regrettably, you were only greeted by stillness.

"You want pizza, Gukkie?"

Nothing.

"Have you watched the latest episode of Start-up?"

Still nothing.

"Did you have a good sleep?"

Nope. Nothing. Nada.

"Wanna make out on the couch?"

Jeongguk's head jolted to your direction. His eyes were wide, cheeks turning crimson because of your bold statement.

"Hey!" You giggled, clearly happy with his reaction. "You finally looked at me!"

Jeongguk shook his head and then he went straight to his room.

You were unbelievable.

You pouted your lips, giving up. You had a feeling that he would come around.

He did. Days later, Jeongguk surprised you when he stood right in front of the door of your apartment. He was blocking your way out.

"Gukkie, I'm going to be late." You sighed. He reminded you of Miri, your cat that's always trying to stop you from leaving.

"You can't leave." His jaw clenched.

You let out a breath once again.

"Don't do this please. Mr. Kim needs me,"

The trial was happening today. You needed to run down a few things with your client before you go to the court room.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Jeongguk folded his arms over his chest.

You stared at him.

"I don't get what?" It was hard to keep your composure when the thing you had been trying to avoid for so long was being rubbed in your face. You knew exactly what Jeongguk was implying.

"—that you want me to drop this case because you want Red all to yourself?"

Jeongguk froze. What was the point of staying silent when you always knew what was running inside his head?

You just always knew.

"You don't have to pretend that you care about Soobin's well-being. I have enough people doing just that," you slightly pushed Jeongguk to the side so that you could pass through the door.

Ah, people.

They're all the same, always trying to conceal their self-interest by pretending that they care for others.

You liked Jeongguk—actually; you were convinced you loved him. He was your soulmate after all, but sometimes love wasn't enough to just give into what he wanted.

This wasn't about your relationship. This was about Soobin's welfare. He's just a child. You were a lawyer who swore an oath to protect the oppressed and incapable. You were their voice.

It sounded cheesy, but this was the type of person you aspired to be. The world was already dark, it wouldn't hurt to be someone's light.

Jeongguk didn't understand your reasons. It was evident when he showed up in court to watch you defend Kim Seokjin.

At first, you thought your eyes were failing you. Was he really here? Was he really the man at the back of the room wearing that big hoodie?

It was him. The familiar scowl on his face said so. Jeongguk was the only person who looked at you like you had offended his whole family.

"All rise!"

You turned to your client upon hearing the bailiff's demand.

"It's going to be alright," assured by you.

Seokjin smiled. He was looking at Red instead of you. He needed the comfort of his soulmate.

Red grinned back. She wasn't worried. She trusted you. She was certain you would succeed. Soobin wasn't going to be taken away from his father.

The first few minutes of the trial went smooth. You had your story straight and with the way the judge was nodding; you instantly knew she was in favor of your side.

Unfortunately, things started to go ugly during the cross-examination of witnesses.

Jung Hoseok was the first one to take the stand. He was the expert witness.

"You are the marriage counselor of Mr. and Mrs. Kim for months now, right?"

"Yes." Hoseok answered the opposing counsel. It was weird seeing him this serious. Your friend was always grinning, but you told him to try to keep a neutral face. This way, the judge and the jury wouldn't know if he was caught off guard by the question of the other side's attorney.

"Mr. Jung, is it true that marriage counselors rarely suggest divorce to their clients?"

"Depends—" Hoseok bit his tongue. You told him to simply answer yes or no. Be responsive to the question and never explain. "I mean, yes."

"And yet here we are..." Ms. Choi, the opposing attorney, shrugged her shoulders.

"Objection!" You stood up. "Relevance?"

You didn't understand why Ms. Choi asked that question to Hoseok when she's just shrugging it off now.

"Sustained." The judge felt the same way.

Ms. Choi raised her hand as if surrendering.

"My bad. I'm just curious, you know? If Mr. Jung is indeed an effective counselor, then why did he suggest that the Kim couple push through the divorce?"

Ms. Choi was furrowing her brow at Hoseok.

"Isn't that true, Counselor Jung? You told Mrs. Kim that it's better to end her marriage with Mr. Kim?"

"Yes." The expert witness answered truthfully.

The opposing side's attorney smiled mockingly.

"It's because you feared for Mrs. Kim's safety, right?"

"What?" Jung Hoseok was lost.

"Come on, Mr. Jung you know exactly what I am talking about! You found out that Mr. Kim is an alcoholic and you are scared that he might harm Mrs. Kim and Soobin, right?" Ms. Choi pointed at the five year old kid who was busy coloring books in the far corner of the room. He was with Seokjin's mother.

"Objection, Your Honor! Compound question!" You glared at Ms. Choi.

"Sustained." The judge clenched her jaw. "Ms. Choi, separate your questions. You are misleading the jury..."

Ms. Choi was flustered, yet she still held her head high. She knew she had the upper hand here.

"Is Mr. Kim alcoholic, Mr. Jung?" She tried again.

Hoseok cleared his throat.

"He had a history of abusing alcohol years ago."

"And you know this because you're also a licensed alcohol and drug counselor, correct?"

"Yes..."

"And Mr. Kim Seokjin also told you about his issue with regard to alcohol abuse?"

"Yes." Hoseok swallowed hard.

There were papers that could attest to Hoseok's claim. This was a win for Mrs. Kim. You could see her growing sarcastic smile that was directed at Red.

You inhaled deeply.

"Mr. Jung, can you please tell us the rate of patients going through alcohol relapse?"

"Uh, it's sixty to ninety percent after the first year of treatment," answered by Hoseok.

"I see. How long has it been since Mr. Kim sobered up?"

"As far as I know, it has been three years."

"Huh." Ms. Choi crossed her arms. "So is there a possibility that Mr. Kim would experience an alcohol relapse?"

"Yes."

"What's the statistical probability, Mr. Jung?"

"About fifty percent high." Hoseok looked dejected. He wanted to help Seokjin win the case, but he couldn't lie.

"I see." Ms. Choi was smiling as if she had already won the case.

"Can you tell us now the effects of experiencing an alcohol relapse? Or a slip?"

Hoseok's palms were sweating. Slip was one episode of drinking alcohol after trying to stay sober. Relapse, on the other hand, was the return to unhealthy behavior. Slip wasn't always followed by a relapse.

Hoseok also explained that there were different stages of relapse. Emotional relapse could cause suppression of emotions, becoming more isolated, trying to blame other people, and aggression, especially when they were confronted. There's also mental and physical relapse which included glamorizing alcohol and compulsive desires to drink.

"No further questions, Your Honor." The corner of Ms. Choi's mouth turned up upon realizing that the jury was in favor of their side now.

You had to step up your game.

The next witness was Son Chae-young. She was Soobin's babysitter. Chae-young had been living with the Kims ever since Soobin was born. She's a witness testifying against Seokjin.

Chae-young cleared her throat when your eyes landed on her. She already felt uncomfortable because of the way you were looking at her.

The way you stand up—shoulder down, neck long—was intimidating.

"You have a really nice necklace, Ms. Son."

Chae-young flinched upon hearing your compliment. She was confused. Mrs. Kim and Attorney Choi told her that you were scary, this was evident by the way you present yourself, but then...the way your eyes light up made her feel at ease. Your voice was soft too.

"Ah...thanks," regardless of your sweet persona, Chae-young still couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Why were you looking at her as if she was important? As if you were here to protect and not cross-examine her?

"Is it from Cartier?"

"Yes!" The babysitter beamed at you as she touched her pretty jewelry.

You smiled warmly at her.

"Did you buy it yourself?"

"Objection! Relevance?" The opposing lawyer clenched her fist. She was shaking, causing you to smile bigger. Guess she knew what was coming to her, huh?

"I'm getting there, Your Honor," said by you. Your expression screamed confidence that the judge was compelled to believe you.

"Overruled."

You continued.

"So...Ms. Son, did you buy that necklace? Or is it a gift?"

"Uh..." Chae-young's lips trembled. She was looking at Mrs. Kim, as if she was asking for her boss' help. "I-I bought it for myself..."

"I see." You nodded. Humoring her. "Do you have any other job aside from babysitting Kim Soobin?"

The nanny shook her head.

"N-No. I'm a full-time nanny of Mrs. Kim's son." Chae-young's lips were still shaking; her eyes were quivering as well.

"Hm, interesting..." You went closer to the witness. "That means you're earning what? Two hundred fifty dollars a month?"

"Objection, Your Honor! I still can't see the relevance of this!" Ms. Choi was losing her mind.

You turned to glare at her.

"Can’t you really see the relevance of this or are you just scared?"

You heard the judge's hit the gavel; she was calling your attention.

"Get to the point right now." The judge demanded at you. It was this or your statement was going to be sustained.

"I am merely establishing my point, Your Honor." Your voice was rough. "The necklace Ms. Son is wearing is worth four thousand three hundred dollars. I know because I have the same necklace and it took me, a lawyer, months!" You paused for a while just to emphasize the word months, "to buy it."

You turned to Chae-young when the judge remained silent.

"So tell me, Ms. Son, how can a full-time nanny like you who's earning minimum wage buy that kind of luxurious jewelry? Huh?" You were standing too close to the witness so Attorney Choi used this as an opportunity to object.

"Your Honor, she is badgering the witness!"

"Overruled." But the judge wasn't having any of it. "Answer the question, Ms. Son."

"I'm sorry!" The nanny's face twisted in fear. "Mrs. Kim bought it for me—"

"It's a gift!" Mrs. Kim blurted out, unable to contain her anger anymore. God. She hated you. "I bought it for her last month! It's my birthday gift for her!"

You smirked. Attorney Choi was panicking. She was caressing Mrs. Kim's hand, telling her to calm down.

Sadly, Mrs. Kim could not be stopped.

"Why am I explaining to you when you have no right to question my intention! It's my money so I get to decide what to do with it!"

She was yelling at you and it almost made you laugh. Why was she so defensive?

"May I remind you that you are a married woman, Mrs. Kim? You have to consider your husband's decision when it comes to spending that amount of money." You said this while glancing at the jury.

Base on their expressions, you knew that they agreed with you. This was a win on your side. One of the valid reasons of Seokjin for wanting a divorce was this. Mrs. Kim didn't know how to manage their assets.

You weren't done, though. You had to discredit the witness. You had to win the jury's side in all aspects.

"And you said you bought it last month for Ms. Son's birthday?" You shook your head, focusing your eyes at the nanny.

"Tell us, Ms. Son, when is your birthday?"

Mrs. Kim's face became pale upon hearing your question.

"January seventeen...”

You turned your attention back to Mrs. Kim again.

"Your birthday present is many months late, Mrs. Kim. Either that or you're just lying to hide the fact that you gave Ms. Son the necklace in exchange of testifying against your husband—"

"Objection—"Attorney Choi tried to stop you, but you cut her off too.

"Isn't that right, Ms. Son? You are bribed by your boss to say that you always see Mr. Kim Seokjin drinking alcohol—"

"Your Honor—" The opposing attorney was losing control, her objections were drowning because of how loud your voice was.

"Mrs. Kim wants you to lie! To say that her husband isn't a good father! That he isn't a good influence to Soobin!"

"Yes!"

You stopped trying to pressure Chae-young because it already worked. She admitted the truth.

"Mrs. Kim bribed me!" The babysitter sobbed, looking at you like you were the Lord and she was a sinner.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I can't say no, please...please...I need this job!"

"You bitch!" Mrs. Kim abruptly stood up. She wanted to attack you; fortunately the security officers were able to stop her.

The jury was surprised to see Mrs. Kim's violent reaction. You, on the other hand, didn't even flinch.

You were used to this kind of scene. Besides, you couldn't get sidetracked. You still needed to prove your point.

And so you faced the jury.

"Is this the kind of person that you want to raise a sweet, innocent five year-old kid?"

One of the members of the jury clutched her chest. She was affected by what you had said. Truthfully, they were almost decided to grant the sole custody to Mrs. Kim; however, upon seeing the latter's behavior, the jury was having second thoughts now.

"Just look at her!" You pointed at Mrs. Kim who was still seething with rage.

"She constrained an adult! Imagine the bad things she could force Soobin to do! Mrs. Kim is a manipulator!" You raised your voice dramatically.

"My actions are nothing compared to what that asshole is doing!" Mrs. Kim screamed as she angrily pointed at her husband.

She was crying.

Kim Seokjin was quiet. He was shocked by your responses. He didn't expect you to be this bold. You were different from the lawyer he thought he knew.

You didn't have any limit. You didn't know when to stop just to prove a point.

"He's teaching my son that it's okay to be unfaithful to your wife! Jury, please!" Mrs. Kim was desperate. "Don't let him come near my son! He's a drunken bastard!"

The judge was hitting the gavel again. There were too much drama and unnecessary comments from Mrs. Kim.

You shook your head. You couldn't stop now. The jury was undecided. They changed their minds from time to time. You could see sympathy in their eyes as they looked at the wife.

"Mr. Kim Seokjin is sober! You should be ashamed of yourself, Mrs. Kim! You keep blaming your husband when you're the reason why he turned alcoholic in the first place—"

"Objection, Your Honor!" Attorney Choi glared at you. "The attorney is assuming facts!"

You disagreed before the judge could say sustained.

"Am I?" You smirked at the judge before turning to your table to get your evidence.

Seokjin looked at you nervously.

"Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing," groaned by your client.

You were blinded by your role as a lawyer, so you ignored Seokjin's plea.

"Don't do this..."

Seokjin was already too late.

"I have here the evidence that will prove that Mrs. Kim is the reason why her husband turned alcoholic."

You brought out the printed photos of Seokjin's beaten up face. Bruises, cuts, and other physical injuries were seen.

The jury gasped. Attorney Choi was groaning as she told the judge that these photos were not entered into evidence.

You were playing dirty, but so were they. Ms. Choi told you that they wouldn't bring Mr. Kim's sobriety issue in this court. She lied.

"These pictures are given to me by Mrs. Kim Sunghee, Seokjin's mother." You glanced at your client's mother.

"She knows that her son's wife was assaulting him. Seokjin didn't want to feel his wife's punches so he resorted to drinking the pain away. Mr. Kim just wants to be numb."

"N-No..." Your client's tears streamed down his cheeks. He was calling your name, begging you to stop.

It felt like everyone was begging you to stop; even Sunghee was shaking her head.

It was wrong. This was a mistake. Seokjin's mother realized this when Soobin began to cry. He was silently crying at first, but when the little boy saw the photos in your hand, he started hyperventilating.

"Appa!" Soobin's eyes dilated. He could barely breathe.

Mrs. Kim stood up to attend to her son.

"Soobin!" Mrs. Kim was wailing.

Things were becoming messy.

You didn't understand what was happening, so you just stood there.

"Appa! A-Appa is hurting!" Soobin was losing it; his eyes were rolling in the back of his head.

"Call 911!" Red shouted.

The noise was deafening.

You still didn't get what was happening.

Seokjin went near you.

"I told you not to do it!" He shouted, snatching the photos away from your shaky hands.

"This isn't about me or my wife!" Seokjin continued to scream at you.

You were stunned.

Your client was blaming you.

This is your fault! Seokjin said.

You were wrong. You didn't have to bring out these photos because apparently, Soobin knew.

He witnessed how his mom used to beat up his father.

The poor kid was traumatized.

He had to get some help.

His parents thought he had recovered.

It had been years.

The thing about trauma was, it never went away. It was there—silently sleeping and waiting for that one thing that would trigger it.

You triggered Soobin.

"I-I didn't know..." Your voice was low as you stated your excuse.

No one wanted to hear your lame excuse, not even Jeongguk.

You looked at your soulmate once.

You looked at him desperately.

You looked at him hoping that he would understand—like he would comfort you.

He would never.

Jeongguk had this look in his eyes, the kind of feeling that expressed disappointment.

Jeongguk was disappointed in you.

It was clear because right now, he was shaking his head as if you had done the most horrifying thing in the world.

He shook his head before leaving you all alone.

No one wanted to be with you.

You were a disgrace.

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buckybeardreams · 3 years ago

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Keep Me Warm

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Tony had seriously underestimated just how cold it got at night. Though, to be fair, his only experience with the mountains was skiing and staying in a lodge and that one time when he was ten and Ana and Jarvis took him up to their cabin. Neither experience left him anywhere near prepared for the chill that sank deep into his bones and rattled his teeth as night fell.

It wasn't so bad around the fire, but then Steve headed off to bed and stopped stoking the fire and the rest of the team dispersed. Tony felt foolish about relighting the fire and sitting all alone in the dark, so he headed to his tent. It was when he was lying in bed that he realized the blankets that kept him toasty warm in the tower could not combat the chill of the air around him.

He felt like he was sleeping on a slab of ice. His air mattress, which was two times as tall as a regular air mattress, was a horrible invention and Tony resented the person who created it and Natasha for daring him to last one night camping like a normal person. What the fuck did that even mean and why couldn’t he be a normal person that slept in a heated RV? Normal people did that. RV’s weren’t a millionaire luxury or anything like that.

Not only was the air mattress horribly uncomfortable, especially since with only one person Tony just sank into the middle, but it was basically a tunnel of cold air. Tony shivered and turned over, burying his face in his pillow and wondering why the hell he was even here. He didn't even like camping, not that he'd ever really camped and slept in a tent before, but now that he had he could say for sure that he wasn't a fan of tents or air mattresses or normal person camping.

He shouldn't have let Natasha talk him into this.

Tony pouted, pulling himself out of his sleeping bag and shoving on shoes before stumbling out of his tent. He wrapped his arms around himself and proceeded to wake up his friends and beg them to share their tent with him. Apparently they were not as good of friends as he thought because Natasha told him to suck it up and kicked him out of her and Clint's tent. Bruce just sighed and sent Tony a look that made him pout.

"Tony, I love you and you can definitely share with us, but you shouldn't be sleeping in between Thor and I when you have two super soldiers who we both know want you in their bed."

Tony left immediately after that and kicked at the dirt, grumbling under his breath about how Bruce was so wrong. A particularly strong gust of wind had him heading over to Steve and Bucky's tent though. Tony unzipped their tent and Bucky's eyes snapped open. He looked a little wild and ready to attack before Steve sat up, rubbing at his eyes and patting Bucky's arm soothingly.

"Tony?" Steve mumbled, clearly still half asleep.

"Can I join you guys? I'm freezing my ass off and our asshole teammates won't share their coveted body heat with me."

Steve's eyes widened in surprise, but Bucky smirked and pulled back the blanket.

"Come on, doll. We'll keep you toasty warm."

Tony lit up at the invitation of warmth, zipping up the tent and kicking off his shoes before diving onto their mattress. Bucky laughed as Tony squirmed his way in between them. They shifted slightly to accommodate a third body, but not far enough that they weren't pressed up against him.

Tony sighed and snuggled further into the warmth. They were like personal heaters and Tony was in heaven. He didn't even hesitate to bury his face in Steve's chest and he only hummed contently when Bucky wrapped his arms around his waist and told him to stop squirming and go to sleep. Tony was more than happy to shut his eyes and let the warmth lull him to sleep.

Tony whined when he woke up in the night needing to pee. He didn't want to leave his warm little cocoon and venture out into the cold. Bucky tightened his hold when Tony started to squirm and grunted at him to stop. Tony just whined again and shoved at Steve's chest. Steve's eyes opened, but he wasn't fully awake.

"Shh, you're okay, baby. Go back to sleep."

Tony ignored the endearment and shook his head.

"Steve, I gotta pee!" Tony whined.

"Okay, hold on, sweetheart," Steve murmured.

He helped pry Bucky's arms off of him, releasing Tony so he could scramble out of bed and making Bucky grumble unhappily.

"Just come right back," Steve murmured, his eyes already shutting again.

Tony scoffed.

"Like I'm gonna just stay out in the cold, no thank you."

"Go pee, Tony," Bucky grunted. "I miss you already, doll."

Tony squeaked, blushed bright red, and stumbled out of the tent, shoving his feet into a pair of shoes much too large to be his own and cursing when his foot caught on the lip of the tent. He could hear Bucky chuckle and Steve ask if he was okay. Tony just sent a glare in their direction.

"Fuck you!"

He peed as quickly as he could, barely stumbling a foot away from the tent before pulling his dick out, then scurried right back to the tent. Tony didn't even zip up the tent before crawling right over Bucky to burrow in between them, kicking the shoes off as he did so.

"Tony, the tent," Steve mumbled, glancing up at the open flap.

"S'fine."

"But--"

"Shut up, Steve. It's fine. Just keep me warm," Tony mumbled.

Steve blushed and wrapped his arms around Tony, his breath hot on Tony's cheek. Tony sighed, snuggling further into him, but whined when he felt a gust of wind blow over them. He shivered as it hit his back and Steve tugged him even closer.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you."

"Cold!" Tony whined.

Steve cooed at him and Bucky groaned, pushing up and glaring at them.

"You two are the worst."

Tony just peeked up at him and batted his eyes innocently and Steve gave his boyfriend a sheepish grin.

"Sorry, Buck. Tony's just cold."

"Yeah, I wonder why?" His voice was laced with sarcasm and he rolled his eyes.

Bucky tugged the zipper until the tent door was secured and laid back down with a groan, shoving his shoes off of the bed.

"Tony, baby, next time you leave the tent open and let all the warm air escape and then have the audacity to whine about being cold, I will make you stand in the cold as punishment."

Tony pouted and turned in Steve's arms so he was facing Bucky.

"Would you really kick me out in the cold?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and kissed his cheek. Tony's eyes widened and he gasped when Bucky nuzzled against his cheek.

"No, doll, I wouldn't but next time shut the damn door, yeah?"

Tony nodded, his cheeks heating up and his teeth digging into his lip. He didn't bother pointing out that there wouldn't be a next time. They were only going to be here for one night.

"Bucky?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks."

Bucky just looked at him for a moment, shook his head slightly and slipped his arm under Tony, easily tugging him closer. His metal hand slipped over Tony's hip before resting on Steve's hip, holding them both close.

"Anytime, doll," Bucky murmured.

Tony hid the smile that spread across his lips by burying his face in Bucky's chest.

"Careful there, Buckaroo. If you keep spoiling me like this then you might not be able to get rid of me."

"Good, because we're not letting you go anywhere, baby."

Tony peered up at him shyly.

"I'm not sure your boyfriend would be okay with you flirting with me." Tony tried to come off as snarky like he usually does, but it sounded more insecure than anything else.

They both cooed at him and Steve nuzzled against his cheek, pressing a kiss to the heated skin.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. If I had a problem with you joining us then Bucky wouldn't have invited you into our bed."

Tony's blush darkened and he burrowed deeper into the blankets, pulling them over his head. So maybe Bruce had a point, maybe they did want him in their bed and really Tony knew that. He might be in denial but he wasn't completely oblivious. Bucky chuckled and tugged the blankets back down.

"C'mere, love. Tell me what you're thinking. Do you want to be ours?"

"If I say no, do I have to go out into the cold?"

Bucky glanced at Steve who tightened his hold on Tony's waist.

"Never, sweetheart," Steve murmured.

"You mean it?" Tony turned his head to look at Steve.

Bucky grabbed his chin and guided him gently back to look at him.

"Yeah, baby. We've been hoping you would date us for a while now, but we're either really bad at flirting or you're just oblivious to it."

Tony squirmed slightly, because that was more than he'd expected. It was one thing to want him in their bed, but to date him? That was something else, something more.

"No, I noticed."

Bucky raised a brow at him and Steve pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Tony tilted his head automatically to give Steve room to trail kisses up his neck, moaning softly when Steve sucked on the spot just below his ear.

"Yeah? And were you just gonna leave us hanging?" Bucky teased, rubbing their noses together.

Tony whimpered, his lip jutting out.

"I didn't think you were serious. I just thought you were teasing me."

Bucky shook his head, smirking.

"We'd never tease you, Tony. You just say the word and we'll give you anything you want."

Tony smirked back at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What if I want you to fuck me?"

"Oh honey, we would gladly fuck you," Bucky groaned, nipping at his lip.

"Yeah? Both of you?" Tony breathed out, his eyes darting down to Bucky's lips.

Bucky chuckled.

"Not at the same time but we could take turns."

Tony frowned.

"Why not at the same time? You don't think I can take it?" Tony sounded offended by the accusation.

Steve coughed, blushing bright red and Bucky snorted.

"We're super soldiers, Tony. We'll be hard pressed to not hurt you with just one of us inside you."

Tony scoffed.

"Oh please, you're not all that, Barnes. I bet I've taken bigger than you before."

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Don't get all cocky before you've even seen our cocks, doll. Besides, it's not just the size that I'm concerned about. You're much more fragile than Stevie is and sometimes he can't even walk when we play rough together."

Steve frowned.

"I can walk. I just don't always like to. I could if I had to though," Steve pouted.

Bucky just winked at him.

"We know you could, doll."

Tony snickered, pushing Steve until he was flat on his back and shifting until he was straddling his thighs.

"I'd kinda like to see you get fucked until you can't walk." The words were murmured softly, low and seductive and followed by a nip to his ear.

Steve groaned, gripping Tony's hips, his hands slipping low over the curve of his ass before grabbing at his thighs and hiking Tony higher up until he was situated directly over his cock.

"I'd let you fuck me, doll."

"Yeah? And you'd fuck me too?"

"I'd love to, sweetheart," Steve murmured, but he blushed slightly and glanced over at Bucky who laughed.

"Stevie's never topped before."

Steve pouted when Tony laughed too.

"You've never topped? Really? Never?"

"Bucky doesn't bottom."

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"You've never wanted to top."

"Yeah but you wouldn't let me even if I wanted to."

Bucky shrugged.

"I'm allowed to have preferences."

Tony hummed, a mischievous smirk on his face as he rolled off of Steve and into Bucky's lap. Tony batted his eyes at Bucky and kissed him sweetly.

"You wouldn't let me top you?"

Bucky groaned and rolled them until Tony was under him.

"If you ask real nice like that, then I just might consider it."

Tony beamed up at him.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna stick around and let you two spoil me rotten."

Bucky chuckled and kissed him.

"You ready to get up or can we cuddle you some more?" Bucky murmured.

Tony scoffed.

"I don't wake up before the sun ever. Sometimes I'm still awake when the sun wakes up, but I never wake up before the sun."

Bucky just rolled his eyes and repositioned them so Tony was snuggled up in between them.

"You warm enough, angel?" Steve asked, tugging the blanket up over Tony's shoulders.

Tony yawned and nodded.

"Snug as a bug in a rug."

Bucky and Steve shared a look, full of affection and adoration that made it obvious they both thought Tony was the most adorable thing ever. Not that Tony noticed the look, Tony never seemed to notice the way they looked at him like he was something precious that they just wanted to cherish. As Tony slipped off to sleep once more he thought to himself that maybe sleeping in a tent wasn't so bad when he wasn't sleeping all alone.

Noone seemed all that shocked when Tony emerged from Steve and Bucky's tent and proceeded to settle in Steve's lap with a mug of coffee and then was passed off to Bucky when Steve went on his morning run. Bucky would usually go with him, but Tony had pouted and said he'd miss them too much if they both left. So Bucky stayed behind and held Tony in his lap, cooing at him when he did something cute and flirting back when he flirted.

Overall, Bucky had no regrets about staying behind. They did eventually drag Tony down to the creek when the whole group decided to go for a walk, minus Bruce who just wanted to read in peace. Tony was not thrilled about it and Steve piggybacked him all the way there and back, because Tony refused to walk a five mile round trip. Everyone else was more than happy to make the hike and Natasha and Clint teased Tony about needing to be carried until Tony eventually threatened to stop making them new gear if they didn't shut up about it.

"So... I mean... Does this mean you want to be our boyfriend?" Steve asked a week later when they were relaxing in the bath.

Tony insisted that baths, whenever possible, be a part of his aftercare, so while Bucky was stripping the sheets off the bed and replacing the bedding, Steve washed Tony and told him how beautiful he was. The wash cloth was hung over the faucet now and Tony was clean and warm and silky soft as he leaned back against Steve's chest.

"Sure, I'm not gonna turn down the opportunity to be spoiled by two super soldiers."

Steve smiled like Tony had just gifted him the world and tangled their fingers together.

"I'll give you anything you want, Tony."

"I know, all I have to do is ask."

Bucky chuckled and Steve glanced up at him. He was leaning against the door jamb, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched them, but he pushed forward and kissed Steve before pushing hair off of Tony's forehead and kissing it.

"That's right, doll, all you have to do is ask and it's all yours."

Tony smiled softly and reached out for Bucky.

"You all done, baby?"

Even as Bucky asked it he was already lifting Tony up into his arms and grabbing a large fluffy towel to drape over him. Tony didn't answer, he just cuddled into Bucky. Bucky didn't care that his clothes were wet now and he didn't care that there was a puddle of water on the floor. All he cared about was Steve and Tony and making sure that they were okay.

"Come on, love, let's go tuck Tony in and I'll take care of you."

Steve had topped for Tony when they played, but even when Steve was dominant with Tony, he was still Bucky's sub and Bucky always liked to check in with him afterwards. That didn't change just because Tony liked it when Steve was in charge. Bucky held Tony securely with his arm, but reached out his metal hand for Steve.

"You don't have to, Buck. I didn't slip into subspace."

"Doesn't matter, baby. You're mine and it's my responsibility to take care of you, both of you. So even when you're taking care of Tony, I'm still gonna make sure that you're taken care of."

Steve blushed but nodded and took Bucky's hand letting him pull him out of the tub and into a kiss.

"Thanks, Buck."

"Always, doll."

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beomglocks · 4 years ago

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sk8ter boi ; c.bg

summary : he was a boy, she was a girl. can i make it anymore obvious?

pairing : skaterboy!beomgyu x reader

warnings & other : reader already has a child with yeonjun ok, beomgyu still pining after all these years, based off queen avril lavigne’s sk8ter boi song, listen while reading if you want

w/c : 2.1K (i may have gotten carried away)

"where'd you get that note and roses from?" your friend maria asks you when you get into class. you wipe away your smile quickly, already knowing who the mystery person was. "i don't know."

yeah, of course you knew. how could you not when the boy oh so clumsily shoved them in your locker while you were literally turning the corner. he tried to act like he wasn't doing anything but he was clearly caught. he tried to play it off in the best way possible and smooth talk his way into a conversation with you but you shut him down due to the bell ringing.

"oh- oh ok sure...yeah," beomgyu stumbled over his words, nervousness eating away at him with you being here. "yo gyu you coming? i just finished fixing my drum kit," his friend, jeongin, calls him over, interrupting your already over conversation.

"you should go...but thanks for whatever you just threw in my locker," you laugh. he nods hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "dude," jeongin now stands in your vicinity. he looks at you and beomgyu before pulling away his best friend to where the spare band room was.

"well open the letter, we wanna know who your little secret admirer is," maria says, leaning onto your desk. your other friends agree, eager to know who was pining over you. you laugh nervously before opening it. you're not sure how they'll react to finding out that it's beomgyu.

you see, you wouldn't exactly call yourself the prettiest girl in the school but hell it sure was close. almost everyone would compliment you every day even if it was something minor like a change in your nail color. you kind of prided yourself in that, not to gas yourself up or anything.

someone like beomgyu...well. he wasn't exactly the ideal guy, to put it simply. he was a skater boy, he hung out with the "simple boys" who skated and did music and hung out around the skate parks after school. he wasn't the scholar type like soobin or the athlete type like yeonjun, he was simple.

you liked simple but your friends didn't. they had preferences for people like soobin and yeonjun, not people like beomgyu. you could probably guess they felt like beomgyu was the bottom of the barrel, like a roach on their foot not worthy of their time.

you pull the letter out of the envelope. for some reason without even trying, you could smell his cologne all over it. you want to smile at the obvious try hard gesture but your friends don't allow it. "what the fuck is that smell, it's so strong," maria gags. you roll your eyes at her dramatics. "it doesn't smell that bad."

"yes the fuck it does," she retorts. "just see what it says." you read over the letter, smiling at certain parts where you could tell he'd done his research on the things you liked. "it's from beomgyu," you say when you finish the letter. you already knew this anyway but maria's eyes go wide and she suddenly snatches the letter from your grasp. "hey!"

"CHOI beomgyu?" she asks while she reads the letter herself. "yeah?" you confirm.

your other friends mumble amongst themselves and you can hear some snicker. "y/n you could do so much better. beomgyu is like a street rat or something. don't do that to yourself," she laughs like it's the funniest thing she's ever said. you don't think beomgyu's that bad but you also don't stand up for him, simply biting your lip as she continues.

"he barely comes to school and when he does all he does is sleep. he skates with those other weirdos and thinks he's gonna make it big with his shitty guitar playing- i mean have you heard him?" she rolls her eyes, throwing the letter back on your desk. "you should go out with yeonjun, i think yall would be a cute couple. the prettiest girl with the coolest guy, your babies would be so damn cute."

"babies?!" you laugh at her ridiculousness. "yes! have you seen choi yeonjun?" she sighs in content. "anyways, don't pay beomgyu any mind because he's not gonna make it in life. go for someone like yeonjun and please for the love of god throw that letter away!"

you never did throw the letter away. you sigh as you think back to your high school years. you had just found it hidden behind one of the closet drawers while you were looking for valkyrie's binkie. she was crying so much since her father had gone out for the day and you were stuck taking care of her, as always.

you wonder how beomgyu was doing. you both talked after the fact but fell off during college since he had gone off to do his own thing. you didn't know what that thing was but you were proud of him nonetheless. you finished high school, went to college, got a good paying job, and were now married with a kid. all at the young age of 21. the typical life, you figure.

you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear your child crying in the next room. "shit," you mumble to yourself. you leave the letter in your drawer and head back to the living room with the binkie. "valkyrie~" you sing song.

she continues crying, not giving a fuck about your efforts to calm her. she was usually a bit of a daddy's girl. "val please stop crying," you exasperate. "daddy's not coming home until late today. cut me some slack babygirl."

you slip the binkie into her mouth but her shrill cries go right through it. "let me go see if you need a diaper change," you mutter.

before you can even get up from the couch you hear your phone ring from somewhere in the couch. "shit where did i put my phone?" you put valkyrie down to look for your phone but it stops ringing before you can begin searching. you wait for it to ring again you find it between the cracks of the couch.

"oh hey mari," you say in confusion. after high school ended, you and maria kind of fell off along with all your other popular friends. you still had that clout all throughout college given who you were dating but you kind of strayed away from her. you guys were still on speaking terms though but this call was odd since it had been months since the last time she called.

"GIRL-" she pauses for a moment, still as dramatic as ever. "what it is mari? val won't stop crying she needs attention," you sigh, looking over at your daughter. her cries had gotten softer but she was still grumpy about not being with her father.

"girl turn on your tv to MTV right now- like right now before you miss it!" she says hurriedly. "this better be good you know i dont watch those shows," you say into the phone. you place the phone between your ear and shoulder so you can hold valkyrie while watching whatever it was that maria wanted you to watch.

then you see it. "is that-?" you begin. "CHOI beomgyu! yes girl!" maria finishes your sentence. she's right. there he is, the boy you were just thinking about was on your tv screen. "he's famous?" you ask.

maria sucks her teeth, "apparently after high school and like a year or two of college, he dropped out to pursue a music career and i guess it worked out for him." you nod even though she can't see you. "he signed with a label and now he's in like some super fucking famous band, look at him," she continues.

you stare at your tv screen in silence, watching beomgyu have the time of his life on the MTV stage. he really did get good on his guitar. the camera pans to the drummer and your eyes go wide when you see jeongin. wow, they really stayed together this whole time.

"he's fine as hell," you admit. you hear maria cackle on the other side, "you said it, he looks so attractive playing guitar like that, look at his fingers."

"ok alright maria, i have a child right next to me," you say. she laughs again, "anyways, i got tickets to their next show. you wanna come with?"

you're not sure how you managed to convince yeonjun to stay home with the baby while you went out with maria to this concert, but you did it. he was skeptical of letting you go out with what you were wearing which is why you both argued before you eventually stormed out to go anyways.

when you met up with maria outside the venue she looked up and down with a knowing smile. "i thought that pussy belonged to mr. choi yeonjun? what're you all dressed up for?"

"dressed up?" all you were wearing was a black and white bandana for a top and tight leather pants and comfortable shoes. "do the pants really have to hug your ass like that though?" she jokingly slaps your butt and you glare at her. "that's what yeonjun said," you mumble to yourself.

the concert goes smoothly and you're glad you actually got to see beomgyu in person and playing guitar. one thing about choi beomgyu is that he will play guitar like it's his last day on earth. he plays with so much intensity that you almost feel bad for the guitar.

you could almost feel how the crowd's energy in this packed room transferred to the members. if it was even possible, they started to play with more vigor.

at some point, beomgyu was full on immersed in his own playing. his once fluffy hair was now soaked with sweat and covering his forehead and eyes. he kept headbanging along to the beat while skillfully moving his fingers along the strings of the guitar.

during the middle of one of their songs, beomgyu took the center stage for his guitar solo. it was a fast paced riff that just seemed to give the song more life. his head is down so that it's solely focused on the guitar but once he finished the hardest part of the riff he looked up smugly. the crowd went absolutely mad when beomgyu bit his lip during the rest of his solo.

you had to admit the boy had stage presence, you practically almost re-fell in love with him.

after the show, you and maria went to get refreshments at the nearby bar. beomgyu seemed to already be there talking to one of his members so you took this opportunity to speak with him. you wonder if he'll remember you after all these years but you take your chances.

"beomgyu!" you shout over the music that's playing in the background. he whips his head around to the sound of his name being called and smiles lightly when he sees you. when you get to him, he subtly looks you up and down, taking in your body and attire. "y/n is that you?" he says, his voice laced with something teasing.

"you remember me?" you ask him with a smile. "how could i forget a face like yours," he smiles, leaning back. you laugh and he smiles. "i just saw you on stage, i never thought you'd become this huge! congrats!"

he nods, "yeah, i always wanted to make it big you know." he trails off, looking over you again like he's entranced somehow. "so how's life? you still with-"

"yeonjun...yeah we um- we have a kid...now," you finish nervously. did he really have to bring yeonjun up right now. "a kid?" he says, surprised. "let me see."

you show him a selfie of you and valkyrie that you took at a time when she wasn't completely hating your existence and wanting to cuddle her father instead of you. he laughs and leans back once again, "she's cute like you, she definitely got her mom's features."

"yeah and she's got her dad's attitude," you say, mostly to yourself but beomgyu catches it. "oh yeah! i wanted to say, i really like that one song you played, uh- fairy?"

"fairy of shampoo? yeah we added our own little rock twist to it," he says. "you know the lyrics are actually about y-" your phone cuts him off and you apologize, turning away to answer it. "what is it yeonjun"

beomgyu sighs in frustration when he hears you say that. when you finish talking you turn back to him and he has his eyebrow raised in question. "looks like my fun is over," you laugh dryly. he nods in understanding, "before you go though, let me get your number so we can catch up sometime."

you agree, not wanting to pass up the chance to reconnect with your now famous friend.

"maybe we'll see each other around gyu," you smile, beginning to walk away.

he smiles at the old nickname, waving you off, "i sure hope so."

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airandangels · 4 years ago

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Five episodes into Camp Cretaceous and I can report:

- they ARE acknowledging the "people get eaten" aspect, the kids actually witnessed a couple of adults who were trying to warn them to take shelter being munched by Indominus rex (also found someone dead in an overturned jeep) - no deaths or bodies are visible onscreen but the kids' shocked reactions imply them.

- I now know "Texas"'s name is Sammy, well done me, and she has ditched the black jacket for a much more suitable summery halter top, although she is wearing it with indigo jeans and cowboy boots. She is also a spy who has been taking stolen information and samples to a drone that leaves the island at night, and since she realised Brooklynn accidentally filmed her taking a swab from a friendly dinosaur in the background of one of her videos, she stole the phone while it was charging, wasn't able to put it back with the video wiped before Brooklynn noticed it was gone, had to lie and say she didn't know where it was, Brooklynn is pissed as hell (people keep borrowing her phone because she's the only one who was allowed to keep hers at camp, since the whole point of her being there is to promote the resort with exclusive vlogs), and now the phone (which Sammy was carrying in her jeans pocket) got broken in a fall (nobody else knows yet, Sammy is still hiding it). Brooklynn is absolutely right to suspect Sammy but Yasmina, who only just made friends with Sammy, is already ride or die and defends her fiercely. Presidential Alert THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

- can I say how much I appreciate that the girls are fighting over a stolen phone and whether Sammy is engaged in THEME PARK ESPIONAGE, not over something boring like a boy

- I am not suggesting all boys are automatically boring, but fighting over them definitely is

- Also Yasmina does love dinosaurs, she has a sketchbook full of them, I'm glad somebody other than Darius is Here For The Right Reasons. Unclear how she got a golden ticket or, still, why poor Ben is there at all (but his crayon drawing of himself playing chess with a friendly ankylosaurus was very sweet - he just seemed scared of dinosaurs until he got to see a wee anky hatching from its egg at Dr Wu's lab and promptly adored it).

- Contrary to the usual cartoon tendency, even in very detailed CG cartoons like this, for characters' appearance to be fixed on model with changes rare (I remember bitching about this in the Trollhunters/Arcadia series, particularly the way the kids sleep in their school PE uniforms because apparently the asset design budget did not run to designing pyjamas! and when everyone goes to Aja and Krel's house during summer vacation they sit around the swimming pool fully dressed and no one swims because they have not been designed swimsuits!), not only have characters changed outfits since arriving at camp, there's real attention going into how their clothes and hair become more dirty and dishevelled as the peril goes on, eg Yasmina's top has popped a shoulder seam, everyone has spatters of mud and dust on their clothes, Sammy's bobbed hair looks bedraggled and sweaty and Yas and Brooklynn's longer hair is pulling out of their ponytail and bun respectively, while Darius' curls are looking increasingly frizzy. Kenji's hair is holding up remarkably well, I suspect it is rock hard with gel. I love hair details.

- Kenji just showed leadership by declaring himself The Leader, and then as leader, telling everyone to listen to Darius because he knows what he's doing.

- Weird detail: perhaps for the benefit of international dubbing, all the on-screen text with a few exceptions like the park logo and the word "RESTRICTED" on a door in the lab (Brooklynn gets caught snooping, apparently not having considered that posting video of top secret R&D is not the kind of exclusive content the park wants her to share, and claims she thought the sign said "restroom") - whew, where was I? All the on-screen text is squiggles/not any language I recognise, a bit like the writing in Pokémon world:

#camp cretaceous #that apparently says 'happy birthday Eddie!'#which... if you assume they're ideograms could work

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tinyboxxtink · 4 years ago

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"Black Magic" *Part 12*

Ayyyyy I fixed it!

For those who missed it, I wrote this chapter also on my phone because apparently I'm addicted to this story I can't focus on my real life even when I'm out.

Also sorry this is short but it was written in a Target parking lot on my phone. And also-- I just wanna put off "THE" part. 😂😬😘

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Rafael shook his head, still reeling from your encounter. You had no idea what the hell you were talking about, he loved Olivia. He was sure of it. But the last thing you said nagged at him. Even if you had been some kind of crazy mind reading witch, that didn’t stop him from telling Liv about his father.

He had never told her, and if he was really honest with himself, he had no intention of telling her any time soon, maybe ever.

Why didn’t he want to tell her?

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Rafael decided to show you, he went straight to Liv's bridal room and knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

"Liv it's me."

"Rafa we can't see each other before the ceremony! It's bad luck!" She called through the door.

"Well it's more bad luck if we start this marriage with secrets." He replied.

Olivia's eyes widened: was he...was he going to tell her his middle name? All on his own? She KNEW you were full of shit

"O-okay just tell me through the door." Her eyes lit up with hope.

"No, I need to be looking at you or I might lose my nerve"

That was good enough for her! She swung the door open.

Rafael stared at her in awe, she had never looked so beautiful in all the years he knew her. He knew you were full of shit, he loved her completely.

"Liv I haven't been honest with you. My middle name isn't Antonio."

"It's not…?" Her eyes began to well up. It was happening. It was really happening.

"No, it's…." He paused and gazed at her. She was beautiful, she was perfect.... But there was no...safety.

"It's Ronaldo," he lied. "I just wanted you to have the right name on the marriage license"

"God damn it Rafael are you fucking kidding me? She yelled.

"What are you talking about?" Rafael was taken aback.

"Why can't you just tell me your real middle name? Why is that so hard for you?!" She yelled again..

"I'm sorry, you know that I'm lying? You know my real middle name?"

"What.. ? Yes...maybe, I don't know," she stammered.

"How do you know my middle name?" He asked.

" I, um...did...did you finish the flask I gave you?" She asked softly.

"....Excuse me?" Rafael asked suspiciously. He turned and walked back to his room. Olivia followed behind him quickly.

"You mean this flask that you supposedly gave me for our wedding day?" He asked, holding up a silver flask with his initials on it.

"You mean this nice loving gift, a token of your love on the most important day of our lives? You're asking me if I 'finished this'?"

"I.. well…" she stuttered.

"And what exactly is this Olivia?" He turned and headed to the bathroom of the groom suite.

"No Rafael, don't!!!" Olivia chase after him frantically.

Rafael opened the flask and poured its contests into the sink. To his horror and disbelief, a dark purple liquid poured out of it; as if it was purple and blue mixed together.

"Holy shit…" Rafael muttered.

"Oh my God!" he just stared in shock as the liquid dissipated down the drain. Olivia could only stand frozen in shock and couldn't speak.

"Oh my God, that girl was right wasn't she?" He stared at her.

"What girl? Was there a girl here?" Olivia quickly turned defensive. "Rafa you shouldn't listen to random ass people--"

"Oh no, fuck that Liv!" He screamed. Throwing the flask across the bathroom.

"What the hell was that?!" He gestured to the sink, now empty of the contents of the flask. "What the hell did you do to me?!

"Nothing!" She stuck to her denial. "It's just the color of the special liquor that I bought you. It's some kind of wine," She tried to think of a lie on the spot, but she wasn't great at it.

"Oh that is a load of shit!" Rafael scoffed while throwing up his hands. "I can't believe this...I can't believe some random ass girl knew more about me than you. She's right isn't she?"

"Rafa come on--" She started to speak, but Rafael wasn't hearing it.

"Oh no fuck that, fuck 'Rafa'. We're past Rafa, don't call me that!" Rafael screamed. "That girl was right, wasn't she? You made me forget her. I'm actually in love with her, aren't I?"

"No! You were never in love with her! That shit was fake. It was as fake as this!" She slapped her hand over her face after saying the last part inadvertently.

"Oh my God...This whole thing is fake. You manipulated my mind. You made me think that I was in love with you!" Rafael felt sick to his stomach.

"You are in love with me!" Olivia screamed. "You just needed to realize it," she added softly.

"And you wanted me to drink more so what? You could make me forget this ever happened so that I would marry you willingly? Like your little robot?" Rafael paced the room angrily.

"No I love you Rafael! That's why I did this! I did this for us!" She was crying now.

"That's BULLSHIT!" Rafael yelled.

"You didn't do this for me, you did this for you. You don't love me at all! If you really loved me, then you would want me to be happy no matter who that was with! I'm not your fucking Ken doll Liv! I'm not some guy you can just manipulate and tote around like some lap dog, doing whatever you say. That's not what love is!"

"Rafael come on, just look--- just, just drink this," she pulled out another vial from her bra. "Just drink it and you'll forget about this, and then we can be happy!"

"Are you not hearing me at all Olivia? Rafael asked her in actual disgust.

"You're still just trying to stick to your delusion? Don't come near me with that. In fact don't come near me at all. I can't. I can't even look at you right now," He started to storm out of the room but Olivia chased after him.

"Where are you going!?!"

"To get back what you stole from me!" Rafael yelled back, running out of the church.

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You stood there in front of the penguins with Maria and Chloe just staring at them. It had gotten dark now. The tank was lit up, brightening the cave with its neon blue water. They looked so happy, just swimming and carefree, not a care in the world.

"Look at you guys," You sighed. "So happy, so innocent. You wouldn't lie to each other, you wouldn't manipulate each other, you just love each other unconditionally," You started to tear up.

"Oh honey…" Chloe came and put an arm around you.

"He's not coming, is he?" You looked at her with tears now dripping down your face.

She looked down at her watch; it had been about an hour since you had shown up there. That was about 20 minutes from the church. So it had been a while for Rafael to change his mind.

"I mean... I don't want to be Debbie Downer or anything but--" She have you a pity look.

"30 more minutes?" You pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

"Alright…." She looked at Maria who just shrugged sadly. Then she linked an arm in yours, laying her head on shoulder. "As long as you need."

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Rafael was in an Uber, heading towards Central Park. He couldn't decide how he felt at the moment. He was enraged with Olivia for fucking with his emotions, his brain, his heart. How long has it gone on for?

Now that it had been a while since his last "dose", he was starting to realize he couldn't remember yesterday, or any of the past week, and it scared the shit out of him.

How could she do this? How could she just take memories from him like taking cookies out of a cookie jar? And with absolutely NO remorse? She was STILL trying to control him even when he was confronting her! Did she ever really love him? Were they ever really friends? It was like losing a lover and his best friend in one fell swoop.

And then there was you. Maybe you really had been Liv-- his lover and best friend. But she had taken that too, he had no memory of you whatsoever.

Even now he struggled to even remember your name. He was pretty sure you had said it in his dressing room, but all the shit he had in his system still left him all foggy. He did remember you knew his middle name, his Broadway dream.

You knew about Eduardo, how could he have told you about Eduardo? How important were you to him? How could he just forget that? He wanted that back, that safe feeling you were going on about. You were absolutely on the money about him never feeling safe once his Abuela had moved in with him and his mother. His mother's house never felt safe, even after Eduardo left.

His Mami was wonderful, but he never felt like he could ever fully be himself with her, because she wouldn't accept him. Which is why he never felt comfortable sharing himself completely, ever.

He wanted that safe feeling so badly….he wanted his feelings back so badly. Even if they were someone he supposedly didn't know.

"Uh….hey man are you ok? The Uber driver's question made him realize he was crying. The driver was awkwardly glancing back at him.

"Ahem...yeah no I'm fine. Can we uh...can we go any faster?"

"Hey man I can't control New York traffic," he gestured towards the stand still grid of cars.

He was still 5 blocks away. He wasn't entirely sure just how in love with him you were, though you were pretty damn hysterical at the church.

Would you wait all night? Have you already left?

"You know what, I think I can walk faster than this," Rafael told the driver as he got out on the curb and began running towards the park.

"....Don't forget to rate me five stars!!!" The driver called after him.

----

You glanced down at your phone, it had been 45 minutes since you had asked Chloe for 30. Maria was asleep on a bench, Chloe was falling asleep on your shoulder.

He wasn't coming. Olivia had won. You had to accept it.

You put your phone down and walked up to the glass of the penguin tank. They were all sleeping, except for one. They all were wearing these adorable harnesses that had their name on them, hers read "Penny".

Penny was sitting on a rock above the water, just staring at the "shore" of their enclosure.

You wondered if there was any explanation for that-- you googled "PENNY PENGUIN CENTRAL PARK ZOO". An article immediately came up. You scanned it, reading a particular sentence.

"....Penny's mate was killed in an accident at the zoo six months ago. Penguins are notoriously monogamous, so it's likely she won't ever take another mate. She just spends her night and days looking towards the place the Zookeeper's took Leonard from the enclosure."

Your heart broke, tears came to your eyes for the millionth time that day as you pressed a hand to the glass.

"I'm right there with you Penny, I know how you feel babe…" You sniffled as if the penguin could understand you. But she still continued to stare, waiting for her love to come back.

You wiped tears away and walked away from the tank over to Chloe and Maria, shaking her awake.

"Let's go," you sniffled.

"You sure honey?" She asked you as Maria stirred awake.

"Yeah…. it's over," you sniffled again, all out of water in your body.

She let you lean on her as you walked back up the stairs to the park.

You were so downtrodden, you didn't notice you had left your phone sitting in the enclosure.

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Hello! I'm the anon from the 4 part ask that you answered earlier! I saw your post about the different "eras" of DNF and I would like to share some of my opinions since I've been in the fandom since March of last year, so maybe I can write my own analysis and briefly explain what happened during these times (and hopefully someone will find enjoyment in reading this)!

So the first era was probably the most "baity" period where every interaction between Dream and George with slight romantic undertones was pure bait. From Dream placing romantic music in the background, to the small texts on screen that would read "arguing like a married couple" and even proclaiming his love to George any second he could, it was obvious that it was a means to garner a reaction and moments that could be used in compilations, edits, videos, etc. Dream addressed George just the same as he currently does Sapnap or Bad: Dude, Bro, etc, and when they weren't attempting to bait, for example on streams, things were chill, no tension, just two bros hanging out in minecraft.

LOVE OR HOST ERA. The catalyst in DNF's relationship, in my humble opinion. Now, where do I begin? So, LOH was definitely a time that I believe Dream became aware of his feelings towards George (platonic or romantic, I can't be sure) and his fear of losing him. Before/During George's LOH, we got Dream saying some interesting things, the most notable one "George is the only man I can see myself dating". Now, I'm pretty sure this was meant as bait, but how he reacted prior to LOH, was very telling. Dream would avoid George like the plague in every situation that didn't require them to interact. Twitter? Only one mention (and that was literally him tagging George in Andrea's post in spite). Stream? That I can remember he didn't join much during this time, nor did he stream that often. During MCC, the DT was separated in different teams, Sapnap & George together and Dream alone. Now Sapnap DID pop off. He was doing amazing. And Dream complimented him and his team quite a lot. But what about George? I believe he mentioned him ONCE. This was the first time we see Dream jealous in regards to George, and the lack of content and interactions between these two made many believe DNF was dead and abandon the ship all together.

QUACKITY AND KARL. Now there is a lot that happened in between LOH Arc and the friendship between the DT with Karl and Quackity. Dream and George seemed to have solved whatever occured between them, and things were tranquil. We got a few baity moments here and there, but we also started to get the start of the infamous "name-truthing", the soft voices and other subtle moments. Now, during this time George, Dream and Sapnap started developing their friendship with Quackity and Karl, George in particular started getting closer with them and spending LOTS of time with them, so much so that we got more G/K/Q content than we did DT content. And we get Jealous Dream 2.0., only difference from the other occurence of jealously? He addressed it publicly, admitted that he was frustrated and physically affected by the lack of attention from the british man. He confronted George while he was streaming, with an audience of 50k+ viewers. He was desperate.

Things were pretty calm after that, the more intimate and subtle moments between the two became more and more apparent and began to outweight the baity moments. Quackity/George/Karl continued to blossom their friendship, and DNF was slowly becoming a topic to tease George and Dream (I can only compare their teasing to that of middle schoolers when their friends had a crush). We can compare this teasing to that of Skephalo, the difference, while one is leaning on the more explicit side and used to make others laugh or get an over the top reaction, the other was used as an inside joke of sorts, only brought up to embarass or shut up Dream/George when they got over-confident (most times it would effectively leave them quiet, important to note, is that they never denied the claims nor attempted to).

TRAINS PODCAST. Oh boy, was this a night to remember. A historical mark for DNF. The point in history that George decided to become BOLD and actively flirt with Dream whenever he wanted to, rendering or poor Leo speechless most of the time. That podcast changed these men, it unlocked something within them and things have never been the same since. This is where we see the dynamic take a major switch, and baity moments had become almost non-existent, and instead we got probably some of the most tension filled convos between these himbos. Name-truthing had become something natural between them, the unavoidable excitement whenever they hear one another in call, suddenly ever call became a matter of how long until they were third-wheeling everyone. It's also during this time that we clearly see a difference in between Dream & Sapnap's relationship and Dream & George's relationship (not that one outweighed the other, but the nature of these relationships were very much opposing)

And finally we are in our current stance. Where the sweet, obnoxious moments continue to pile; More and more of their friends are calling them out (you can literally see Quackity and Karl becoming more direct and, quite honestly, aggressive with their call-outs. I bet they are just as tired as we are); The whole hoodie fiasco and the secretive pictures; Syncing sleep schedules once again; Tension continue to grow and you can see them testing the waters, in a game of tug of war until one of them caves in and starts the conversation.

As I said before, they have nothing to gain from the bait they are currently doing. They excuse it as being a joke, and hide behind this lie, as a means to test the development and seriousness of whatever they have going on. The whole Valentine's thing proves that they (unfortunately) do not understand when the other is being sincere or baity...

Also here is some food for thought. George has been very clingy with Dream ever since he and Sapnap moved in together. Not being able to see each other is certainly another factor that is affecting them.

I'm anxious to figure out what in the hell is happening next between our oblivious idiots with communication issues. It sometimes seems surreal the things that occur between them, and straight out of a fanfic.

Anyway, sorry for the long rant and if this wasn't very interesting to read! Just wanted to get some thoughts out of my head!! Stay safe and hope you have a good day/afternoon/night! ❤

Hi love! Glad to have you back <3

Firstly, don’t ever be sorry for ranting in my inbox, especially ab dnf. I love to see it!

Thank you for this, especially the early parts when I wasn’t in the fandom yet. Ahh this is super helpful.

I agree that George has gotten more clingy since Sapnap and Dream moved in together which is so funny because Dream and George have a more similar sleep schedule than Sapnap and Dream do LMAO

But yes all of this ugh I’m deeming you my genius anon

#dreamnotfound #dnf #genius anon #ask

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