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Notes - After what happened with Cole and Greta, Brahms was all alone. You were at a bar with your friends while playing truth or dare. You get dared to go to the Heelshire home, alone. You stay there for a while, meeting Malcolm after a day there. You meet a porcelain doll when Malcolm leaves, sitting next to it is a clipboard with a paper on it. Little did you know, that would get you a little date later on...

“No one will escape me like she did.” Brahms had thought to himself as he stitched up the porcelain doll from the awful beating it had been through after Cole smashing it. “ No one will ever slip from my grasp like that again.” Brahms said to himself again, pushing and pulling the string on the doll with much more rigor than before.

Due to the events of Greta escaping and his parents drowning themselves on their holiday, Brahms was all alone now. He didn’t know what to feel towards Greta. He became very attached to her, she was the first one to actually care for him. He shook it off and finished the porcelain doll.

At night, he couldn’t sleep. He kept rethinking the previous night, how he could’ve stopped Greta. He regretted everything else besides killing Cole and drugging Malcolm. Oh, did I forget to mention that? Yeah, previously as Greta was escaping… actually you know what let's just go back to that night.

“Get back here.” Brahms growled, slowly moving towards Greta. “Don’t leave me.” He started crawling closer to her as she finally got the hatch open. As she started to flee, behind her she heard pounding. He was getting closer.. “You get back here!” Brahms had screamed at her as she fled out into the woods. As she was running she heard his voice behind her again, “If you leave I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him just like the others!” As she fled, Brahms crawled back into the room where Malcolm was. He pulled out something from his jean pocket, two pills. Malcolm was in and out of consciousness, he could see Brahms holding something in his hand. The next moment Brahms’ hand was close to his mouth, shoving the pills in his mouth and forcing him to swallow them. These pills were no ordinary pills, it had the possibility of making someone forget about the event that happened prior to taking it. Even though Brahms had been stuck in the walls since he was a kid, he learned what an average person learned on the daily. He knew about a lot of things, he was far from stupid.

Malcolm showed up many times still, bringing groceries to the house even though he could never find Greta. He thought that was odd, but shrugged it off and left the groceries on the front step. Every time he brought them, the previous order always disappeared so he thought that Greta was avoiding him for some reason.

It was a friday night, you and some friends had gone out onto the town. You weren’t drunk, though some of the others were a bit. You ended up in a bar, and somehow got roped into truth or dare. You and your friends had rules, you always had to tell the truth and you always had to do the dares. It was your friend, Tracy’s turn. She looked around at her options at the table and landed on you. At first she whispered to a couple friends around her, then turned back to you while smiling, wickedly. “Truth or dare?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of you. You obviously knew that she had something in store for you either way, but you didn’t wanna seem like a pussy so you went for it. “Dare.” you stared back at her, mocking her as you crossed your arms just like she did. She whispered to the friends around her again, then turned back to you again, “You have to move out of the apartment.” She smiled at you. ‘ God dammit.’ you had thought to yourself. You knew you hated her, you knew that she was obviously a fake friend but you still stuck with her. “What kind of dare is that Tracy?” You stood up and slammed your hands on the table. “Well, I mean you haven’t really been hitting the payment mark lately sooo…” Her boyfriend, Tony had added in. You turned to Tony, “Shut up, I’m not talking to you Tony.” You turned back to Tracy, “Where am I supposed to live?” You sat back down, crossing your arms. “Well, you could always go back to America!” She laughed, and soon everyone else was laughing. You couldn’t go back to America, You couldn’t go back. You had gotten a once in a lifetime opportunity here! “I mean.. You could always try to live in that abandoned mansion up the road..It’s free.” Tony said, interrupting your thoughts. You always had a bad feeling about that house, you had heard rumors about it being haunted, or how some nanny had escaped from an insane man who lived in the walls or something. You never really believed the rumor, you were desperate so you agreed. “Whatever.. But I need a ride there.”

You had arrived at the mansion with Tony, Tracy, and 4 other friends. You got out of the car, looking up to the top of the mansion, then back down. You turned around, thinking about your stuff back at the apartment. “Wait I need my-” you got cut off by the sound of the car speeding off and laughter. You rolled your eyes, ‘Fuck.. what am I gonna do now?? I’m gonna starve!’ you thought to yourself. You were only staying in Britain for the time being, you were here for a job position that you couldn’t have gotten back in the states.. You snapped yourself out of your own thoughts and headed for the door. You twisted the knob, and with no luck, it was locked. Of course it was locked, how stupid were you? You looked around the mansion, seeing that one of the windows was slightly open. You went over and climbed in.

Brahms had heard a big thud downstairs. After what happened a week prior and his big rule, ‘no guests allowed’ he was very curious, yet furious that someone dare come into his home uninvited. He quickly, yet quietly headed from his room to downstairs where you were. “Ugh, fuck that hurt.” You said, standing up from your fall and brushing yourself off. Brahms saw you and basically fell in love. He looked you up and down, you were wearing a white, cropped long sleeve shirt with a leather jacket on top of it, with tight, low rise flared jeans on. He loved the way that your jeans and shirt had hugged your figure perfectly.

You looked around, walking forward deeper into the house. “Fuck, this place is so eerie, yet… yet very pretty.” You walked around, exploring the whole place. You stumbled upon the kitchen, you looked around. ‘...is… is this fresh food…?’ You thought to yourself, rummaging around. You explored the house more, going upstairs and finding three different bedrooms. One seemed to be an older couples, as the sheets and clothes seemed like what an older couple would have. The second one just looked to be a guest bedroom, but the third one… ugh the third one gave you the creeps. It seemed to be a young child’s bedroom, you thought you saw a doll, but you shrugged it off. Once you were satisfied with your exploring, you felt yourself getting more drowsy. You headed to the guest bedroom and fell asleep.

You woke up to the beautiful sunshine shining down on you. Little did you know, someone else was watching you wake up. You stretched and flipped the sheets off your body. You rolled your eyes, forgetting where you were for a minute. You passed the child's room, seeing the door was cracked. You got freaked out, big time. You could’ve sworn you had closed it, but shrugged it off as it had been a long night. You walked downstairs and looked at the food in the kitchen, finding that all of this is fairly new. ‘Does someone actually live here? Oh fuck, what if they find out I’m here.. What do I do-’ Before you could go one with your rapid thoughts, you heard a knock at the door. You wanted to pass out at that moment. You made your way to the window, peeking out from the shades and seeing a fairly handsome man at the door holding… groceries? As he seemed to be walking away, you quickly walked to the door and opened it. He thought he heard something, glancing back to see you, then turning all the way back around. You got quickly frightened by this and started backing away and closing the door. “O-Wait!” The man had said to you, walking towards you. “Who- I mean, ahem.. Hi, names Malcolm, uh nice to meet you.” He had said, sticking his hand out for you to shake it. “H-Hi?” You said, slowly shaking his hand. “I don’t want this to come off in a weird way but uh, w-who are you?” He lowered his hand down, awkwardly smiling. “Oh- um.. I’m…y/n.. Does uh- do you live here or something, I’m sorry I-” You started to ramble, “No! I don’t live here, but what are you doing here?” He had asked you. You opened the door more, gesturing to him to come inside. He had grabbed the groceries and walked in. You tell Malcolm how you got into this situation. "Oh, I'm sorry those people sound like dicks. Well, I'm here because there was a family here named the Heelshires-" He had gone on about Brahms, the Heelshires, and Greta. You had been a little shocked, going back to that rumor about the nanny running away from an insane man but you didn’t know what to believe.

You and Malcolm had a lovely conversation for a while, but Brahms had been watching, and getting jealous. He saw the way you laughed and blushed around Malcolm, you had only met him for this long. How could you have fallen in love already? Two times with two different people in his home. He got angry at himself for not killing him on the spot when Greta escaped. He went back to his room and tried to calm himself down.

“Do you have to go?” You whined out, blushing as you watched Malcolm leave. “Sorry dear, I have to get back to the shop” He stopped and stretched, “Gotta get more orders in.” He smiled and winked at you. You saw him get back into his car, you waved to him as you closed the door. You felt a crush coming on, you cursed yourself, you’ve only known him for a few hours! You couldn't have. You shook it off, heading back upstairs. You stopped in your tracks before you could get to your room. The third room's door was wide open now. You knew for sure you didn’t touch it earlier, and Malcolm was downstairs the whole time. You felt your skin crawl, but you being the curious cat you are, you slowly walked towards the door. You peeked in and saw a porcelain doll sitting there and facing the door with something next to it. You wanted to run as far and fast as you could at that moment, but ended up walking into the room. The doll was quite beautiful, you ran your finger along the cheek. You looked next to it, it was a list. Of what? Rules.

Brahms had specific rules that he needed. You felt some sort of obligation to do these rules, or something would happen. You checked the time on your watch, 5:30 pm. You grabbed the doll and headed down to the kitchen, putting it on the counter and making food for the both of you. The whole situation felt off to you. You sat and ate the sandwich you made. Now it was time for bedtime. You grabbed the doll and headed upstairs, you dressed it in its pj’s and tucked it in. You forgot about one specific rule, “10. Kiss Goodnight.” and boy did Brahms make you remember it.

Brahms was waiting and watching for the pretty girl to come back and kiss the doll. That was always his favorite time during bedtime, so when you didn’t he felt very hurt but furious that you didn’t follow the rules. He watched as you went to bed, he slammed his hands on the walls and stomped around. He removed the barrier from his closet so that he could get the doll. He grabbed it and placed it right next to your door. He knocked as loud as he could, “Y/N…” he said in his childlike voice.

You woke up in a cold sweat, hearing a child's voice from beyond the door. ‘What the fuck, what the fuck!’ you thought to yourself, clutching your chest. “Y/N, please come out.” You heard, you shook your head and pulled the blanket up to your chest. You whispered to yourself, “Just a dream, just a dream…” You closed your eyes and calmed down.

Brahms became more irritated that you didn’t come out. He stomped his foot, grabbed the doll and angrily put it in the bed again. He went to his room again, not closing the barrier all the way.

You got up, and used the phone in the room. You called Malcolm, “pick up, pick up, pick up..” You heard a click on the other side, “Hello?” Malcolm said. “Oh my god, thank fuck.. Is there any chance that Brahms could be alive?” You asked, still staring at the door. “What? Have you-” You interrupted him, “I know, I know it’s stupid but really, but what about Greta? Why does the doll move and talk?” You told him, obviously very paranoid. “Well.. come to think of it there has been many speculations of him still being alive. I happen to think that as well. When Greta escaped, something or perhaps.. Someone was taking the groceries in.” He said, you started to freak out. “Thanks Malcolm, gotta go bye!” You hung up, walking towards your door. You opened it and peeked down, nothing was there. You walked to the dolls room, you felt some sort of way about this situation but you couldn’t quite place it. You being a sick fuck, kinda found this whole thing hot. You wanted to test the limits, if there really was a person living here there was only one way to find out.

You tucked in Brahms again and gave him a kiss. You closed the door and prepared yourself for this. You thought about Greta, her escaping and how he went insane over this. You pretended to grab your things and opened the door. To your luck, you were met with large footsteps behind you.

You saw a long arm reach around you, keeping the door shut. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. This is who everyone is scared of, you are facing him right now. You turn around and are met with a porcelain mask, matching the doll's face. You looked at him, noticing every single feature about him. How his dark, curly brown hair had draped over the mask, how the tanktop he was wearing showed his chest, and how his body was very tense. For living in the walls for this long, he seemed like he showered and he had maintained his hair. “Don’t leave me y/n.. Please, I'll be a good boy.” You heard him whine, he didn’t have a childlike voice anymore. It was deep, piercing your core. You had built the courage to say, “Show me.” He was fairly surprised at your gestures, but he gladly did. He picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. He walked up the stairs to the guest room and threw you on the bed. He was so excited, ever since the very moment you stumbled in his home, he knew he didn’t just want you, he needed you.

You took your jacket off and threw it to the ground. Brahms took off his cardigan and shirt then grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss as he towered over you. You put a finger up to the lips on the mask. He opened his eyes, whining at you. “Brahms, I can’t kiss you with a mask on..” You said, looking at the lips then back into his eyes. He nodded, lifting the mask ever so slightly so that his lips were out. You could see the scars from his jawline, up but shook it off and grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You could tell he has been waiting for this. The kiss quickly became heated, his hands wrapped around the back of your head as he pushed you deeper into the kiss. You could feel the raging erection from his jeans, threatening to bust open. He was the one to pull away, both of you gasping for air. He pulled down the mask again, covering his lips. You could tell that he was going feral, and you were too.

“Touch me Brahms, please .” You whimpered into his ear, leaning back onto the bed and spreading your legs for him. He smiled and ripped off your jeans and your panties at the same time. You felt your hips buck, feeling the cold air blow on your naked cunt. Brahms noticed this, and took notes. He crouched down and blew onto your pussy, seeing you buck up and moan louder for him. He reached a hand to you, rubbing your clit in circles. “Mm! Please Brahms..” You cried out, gripping onto the sheets. "Cover your face for me, baby." He demanded softly, and you did. Covering your eyes with your forearm, he took off his mask fully, pressing his tongue flatly to your clit. He slowly started moving his tongue up and down, then quickly shoving a slender finger in your pussy. You screamed out, feeling yourself get light headed. He hooked his arms under your legs to hold you in place. He flicked his tongue up and down faster now, moving his side to side as fast as he could. You said his name over and over again like you were brainwashed. He shoved two fingers into your warmth, pumping them up and down as he ate you out like a starving man. You moved your hips along with him, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. “Brahms, s-such a g-good boy..” You choked out, reaching down to his head and pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel your legs start to shake violently. “Mghm B-Brahms! I- I’m cumming!” He pulled off, fixing his mask. He scooped up your cum with two fingers and sat you up. “Open.” He put his fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth, looking up at him and sucking your mess off his fingers.

You took off your shirt and bra, and he took off his jeans and boxers, Both of you completely naked now. You could see his raging hard on much better now. You stood up and pointed for him to lay on the bed. He listened, laying down vertically. You climbed on top of him, face stopping at his cock. You smiled, then licked from base, to tip. His moans were intoxicating, you could tell he was very touch deprived. He melted into your touch as you stroked his cock. “Such a good boy, Brahmsy.” You said, feeling his hips buck into your hand. This man could kill someone, and yet he fell into your hands like putty. You smiled, putting his tip in your mouth. You swirled and sucked on it, looking up at him. You could see his neck getting bright red, if only you could see what he looked like under the damn mask.. He reached a hand to your hair, guiding along with your now bobbing head. After a while you pulled off and climbed on top of him. You smiled and lined up his cock with your cunt. He looked up at you with lust covered eyes, begging for it. You finally sank down and bottomed out, moaning into his ear. He propped himself up as he was still in you. You finally started moving, getting faster. He put his hands on your hips, guiding you.

“Y/N… you feel so, so good..” He moaned, looking from your face, to his and your skin slapping against each other. Riding him up and down, you loved the way he looked up at you. When you finally got weak, he wrapped his arms around your waist and started to pound into you. “Please Brahms!” You moaned into his ear, digging your fingernails into his back. He loved the way you made your marks on him. He latched onto your neck and started sucking, going farther down to your nips. You never really got used to his size, and he knew that. That made him go crazy. He loved the way your tight cunt stretched over his big cock. He pulled out, knowing you both were close.

He took the upper hand, moving you under him, and lifting your legs up. He smiled, he loved seeing your face contort as he pleasured you. He slammed his hips into you, not letting you get used to his size again. “Am I being a good boy for you, y/n?” He whined. Before you could answer, he pounded into you much faster. “Y-yes baby… you're such a good boy for me!” You moaned out, grasping onto his shoulders as you looked up to him, teary eyed but smiling. He made you hold your legs open still, as he reached a hand down to your clit and the other hand playing with your nipples. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Your legs started to shake, warning you. You could tell he was close too. He put his forehead on yours, then you looked down with furrowed brows and mouth agape, then back up. “Please, please, please! Mmm!” You moaned out, pulling his hair. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, please Brahms, please!” You looked up at him. He quickened his hip pace, as well as he rubbed your clit quicker. “Mmm! I’m cumming!” You screamed out, as your back arched and your eyes rolled back into your head. Your whole body started to come down with a shaking orgasm. As Brahms fucked you through your orgasm, the sight of your body shaking made him get even closer. Brahms whined as he felt your tight pussy tighten around him even more, milking him for what he was worth. He came all over in your pussy, feeling his own legs shake against him. You both fell limp in the bed, smiling at eachother.

Brahms finally pulled out, you whimpered at the feeling of not being full anymore. You smiled at him as he laid next to you. You kissed him on the forehead, “So.. you’ll stay?” He asked, looking down. “I wasn’t gonna leave in the first place. But you have to promise to not hide anymore. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry baby.” You smile, cupping the mask in your hand. Brahms smiled, he finally had someone.

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caplanbuckybarnes · 3 months ago

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Bucky Barnes Drabbles/One Shots

banner by the lovely @sarahowritesostucky

**i'm slowly removing the ao3 links for their tumblr counterpart. which means A LOT of reposting on my part, oops. lol

updated October 26 2024

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3 Times I Seen Him || Summary: Working for HYDRA, You've only seen the Winter Soldier a handful of times, each more terrifying than the last... It isn't until you are witness to his torture that you realize how innocent the man really is. (TWS!Bucky)

3 Times You See Bucky Shirtless || Summary: Bucky starts going topless around you, and after several incidences, you confront him, not expecting the answer he gives you.

All For You || Summary: After witnessing your boyfriend nearly murder you in an abusive rage, your best friend takes it in his own hands to handle the problem in one swift gun shot.

Always With You || Summary: After a horrific car crash leaves you paralyzed from the waist down, Bucky vows to drop everything in order to care for you until your healthy once again.

Baby Fever || Summary: Bucky takes his daughter to the park

Bad Boy Bucky || Summary: you get harassed by a stranger. You’re not going to keep quiet.

Badass || Summary: Walking home from work, you encounter the douchebag named Bucky.

Be Alright || Summary: After Bucky comes home from a family visit, or when he returns fro touring with his squadron, he always feels so down and silent... you decide to make him breakfast one morning.

Before I Catch You || Summary: You try to run as fast as you can away from the winter soldier.

Better Off Alone || Summary: The Winter Soldier lets you free.

Bossy Play || Summary: You meet your new boss.

Can't Lose You || Summary: good things never last....not when bucky still has secrets. You do t understand why he hates you so much any more. But in due time, his secrets are revealed. And it’s nothing you expected.

The Chase || Summary: Bucky’s the winter soldier. He just received his next mission- you. At first he assumed you were just a simple civilian. Until he keep watch on you. He realizes your a pat of those Avenger fools. You seem to be extremely close to that archer guy, Clint Barton, Bucky remembers. You were out training by yourself on the rooftop of the tower when Bucky is able to finally gt a chance with you alone. He immediately knocks you out and brings you back to the hydra base where he resides. Once you’ve awoken, however, you put up quite the fight.You run away from the base and chased by none other then the winter soldier himself. Of course, he’s able to over power you, but yo don’t go down without a fight.

Christmas & Pancakes || Summary: Your daughter, Layla, wakes up bucky early christmas morning

Come Out, Come Out || Summary: After a long mission, after he'd damned near destroyed every building in his path, the Winter Soldier finally comes face to face with the lone child that had somehow survivede the chaos that he ensured around the damn. He had orders to kill everyone. And he'd be a fool to let one little child go unharmed.

Daisy Dukes || Summary: You wanna help Gamora and Nebula wash your mobster boyfriend’s car.

Daring Escape || Summary: You try to flee HYDRA's facility... only to be captured by HYDRA's deadliest asset.

Fancy For Love || Summary: you were always so proud to show off your mafia boyfriend

Finality || Summary: you were only trying to help your mobster boyfriend.

Got Nerve? || Summary: you come home from shopping to the news that your cheating ex husband is in your home office.

Guns N' Thugs || Summary: Bucky protects a woman from being harassed after he recognises the perpetrators as his enemy’s goons.

High Stakes || Summary: maybe the scary mafia king wasn’t all that bad

Home || Summary: Bucky returns from Wakanda.

Howling Moon || Summary: you find out Bucky's a werewolf.

How Much is That Puppy in the Window? || Summary: shuri brings bucky to look at puppies

I Wander Alone at Night || Summary: Bucky just wants to feel complete.

I'm Already Gone || Summary: TWS receives his next assignment and it kills him to complete it.

Killing Me Softly || Summary: You could do nothing but beg as he killed you.

King Pin Love || Summary: the man was only a myth

Kisses in the Sunlight || Summary: lazy days with your mobster husband are the best

Kryptonite || Summary: Bucky watches you give birth.

Late Night Worries || Summary: Standing on top of the balcony of the Tower as a party goes on downstairs, you have a chat with Bucky.

The Lone Girl || Summary: Bucky's mission fails when his captive escapes.

Long Live My Heart || Summary: Bucky decides to leave you after a long strenuous battle in his mind. He didn't give a reasoning behind his departure.

The Loss of You || Summary: After the death of you giving birth to a daughter, Bucky is torn apart.

Mafia Cakes || Summary: there's a new worker in the bakery you frequent.

Marry Me? || Summary: Bucky asks you to marry him in the comfort of your apartment.

Metallic Limbs & Sweet Cupcakes || Summary: Discovering the mafia lord's dark secret wasn't on your agenda.

Mine Baby || Summary: Sitting at a bar one night, long after you'd abandoned your friends and even Bucky at the tower, you'd finally gained the courage to explain to him why you'd left months ago. The results weren't at all what you were expecting. The reunion had all but been a terrible feat.

Miracles || Summary: A silly near-accident changes your entire day.

Motorcycles and Smiles || Summary: bucky runs a motorcycle gang that helps abused children get away from their families.

Overboard || Summary: Ten long years it's been since you'd last seen your friend. You'd thought it would have been a welcoming affair... However, when news spread of your betrayal to him, he doesn't take it kindly.

Pirate's Heart || Summary: Bucky enlists you, a smuggler, to get him away from the royal guard after he steals something from the crown.

Pissed off Paperwork || Summary: When you're late to a pick-up with Bucky after receiving some special goods, he's not happy with you.

Please Don't Leave Me || Summary: Bucky comes knocking on your door months after he broke up with you, only to ask you out one more time.

Poker Face || Summary: when you discover your boss is after your best friend, you plan to do whatever you can in order to protect him.

Reflected Fragments || Summary: In an abandoned warehouse, you confront the Winter Soldier, hoping to reach the man you once knew.

Run For Your Life || Summary: The Winter Soldier chases you, hoping to catch you.

Secure the Castle || Summary: The banished prince has finally come home to reclaim what was rightfully his own after your family has overthrown his own ina war to claim the palace.

Shake It Off || Summary: Bucky comes home to see you wearing his henley.

She's Like Heroin || Summary: you and Bucky have been fighting for MONTHS. And you couldn’t figure out why until you catch him trying to leave without saying a word to you.

Soft Mornings || Summary: Not exactly wanting to get up for work in the morning, you coax Bucky into allowing you to get up from the bed and get dressed for work in the early hours of the morning.

Soft Touches || Summary: Being alone in the compound, you'd always felt most at ease. After joining the team, you'd always felt out of place, not feeling close enough with the team, even after being with them for several months. One night, after you'd thought everyone had gone on a mission, you'd decided to make some snacks for yourself. However, your paranoia set in once you'd heard noises coming from the hallway and you'd cut yourself.

Somewhere I Belong || Summary: You're woken up in the middle of the night to your husband freaking out about the villagers finding his wolf form.

A Stranger With a Good Heart || Summary: your life is saved by a lovely man in uniform.

A Summer's Beat || Summary: After numerous fighting and arguments, this was the last straw between the pair of you.

Talkin' Bout My Girl || Summary: Bucky is worried about what his best friend would think of his secrecy.

Three Terrible Flaws || Summary: HYDRA always wins….

Train Runaway || Summary: Bucky wanted a new life for himself. He decides to run away from his home and catch a cargo train to some unknown city.

Trial & Failure || Summary: Barnes has to train you for a mission. He’s not happy with the results

Two Little Birds || Summary: Bucky assigns you and Clint on a mission

Two Times He Kisses Your Forehead, The One Time He Doesn't || Summary: Growing up in a loving household, you never expected to bury your father so soon after you'd turned into adulthood.

A Way to End || Summary: Bucky knew who he was. But had his handlers known, all of hell would have broken loose. The reason he remembered himself? Was you. You had secretly helped him regain all of his past memories in an effort to take down HYDRA and all of its’ men.

What He Wants || Summary: While out on the night for a job trying to clear your mind after the loss of a young girl, you assume the car pulling up next to you would be a customer, However, after peering into the driver's eyes, you knew nothing good would come of it.

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eruden-writes · 6 months ago

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Choosing the Bear - Part 1 (Shifter x Human)

Inspired by the Man or Bear in the Woods question/meme.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (coming soon?)

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If you found yourself at night in a forest – somewhere that made bumfuck nowhere look like New York City – would you choose to be alone with a man or a bear?

Bambi Rose Barker was stuck in the middle of both answers. Literally.

She stood stock still, eyes wide, chest heaving and aching for air while her stomach lurched. Moments earlier – or maybe half an hour ago, she couldn’t tell – she had managed to escape her kidnapper’s cabin with the man hot at her heels. It had been a mad dash through the night, dressed in only a tank top and a pair of daisy duke shorts and choking down pain as her bare feet slammed over rocks, branches, and uneven terrain.

Luckily, a full moon cast light over the world, so Bambi wasn’t exactly stumbling without sight. Fumbling through the forest without shoes was still a bitch on the soles, but she simply gritted her teeth and continued forth.

When she caught sight of the bear a few yards ahead, her racing feet and thoughts froze. She couldn’t really be seeing a bear, right? Under the moonlight and swirling starlight, she squinted. But it was hard to deny that the bright white creature was anything but a bear.

Her adrenaline shifted from fleeing her pursuer as she slowed to calculating whether ursine or man was a larger threat.

Behind her, the man howled as he tromped through the mountainside forest, “Bambi, get back here! I just wanna talk things out!”

It wasn’t the first time she’d had a man chasing her with a shotgun. Growing up in the country, with little to do except get in trouble, Bambi and a group of friends often found themselves running off into the dark, being threatened by an angry elder with a shot gun.

The man tailing at her heels wasn’t crochety Mrs. Jenkins, who was more bark than actual bullet.

No, she was well-acquainted with Duke Walker. They’d grown up in the same town and known each other forever.

There was one key difference between Duke and the other men of Hartwell: his family owned the little town. By and large, he was better off than most people in Barfield and he got away with a whole helluva lot more than the average folk.

Which included stalking, as Bambi had learned over the last two years of their separation. He was about to add kidnapping and possibly murder to the list, as well.

But Duke was a human. A five-foot-eleven-inch human that might have a chance to be reasoned with.

Whereas the bear…

Well to start with, it looked about as tall as the Wicked Warrior from the Monster Truck Derby her pa used to take her to when she was a kid. Which had to be at least ten feet tall, though maybe kid Bambi was coloring her memories. It didn’t help that the bear looked to weigh just about as much as the Wicked Warrior to boot.

To end with, judging from the size and coloration, it looked like a polar bear. As in one of the few creatures that actually saw humans as a viable snack.

While Bambi hadn’t been an ace at high school geography, she was pretty damn sure the Appalachian Mountains were too far south for a polar bear.

Confusion warred with uncertainty, keeping her frozen in place as the bear lowered onto all four paws. A faint part of Bambi’s mind realized it had been rooting around in a tree and, a little hysterically, she wondered if polar bears ate honey.

Just as the bear lumbered closer to Bambi, Duke crashed through the brush behind her. The flaps of his flannel button-up, unbuttoned, flared behind him as his white tank top nearly glowed in the moonlight. “Christ, woman! I told you I just wanted ta’ talk and you gotta go and make a scene—“

Jolting, Bambi spun toward Duke. It would’ve been a lie if she didn’t take some satisfaction in watching awareness dawn on his as he finally saw the bear. He paled to a shade almost as white as the creature, gripping his gun tighter. She watched the knot in his throat bob, fear freezing him momentarily in place.

For some reason, seeing Duke like that sparked something inside Bambi. Balling her fists, she nodded toward the gun in his hands. “If you just wanna talk, Duke, why do you got a gun with you?”

Her words made Duke snap his attention back to her, eyes wide with horror and anger. “Now’s not the time for all that! Do you not see the hulking white beast behind you!?”

“I do, but it ain’t threatening me with a damn gun and it hasn’t been the one stalkin’ me for years and kidnapping me,” she spat back, though she very pointedly shifted so her back wasn’t to the bear or the man.

A chuff from the bear startled her attention back to it, her heart tripping in her chest. She glanced toward it, risking eye contact that could very well end her life. The bear’s head slightly tilted toward her, ears giving a twitch, but it didn’t growl or lift a lip in a snarl. Even without the signs of imminent danger, Bambi’s heart thrummed in her chest.

Albino, she thought. The white bear couldn’t be a polar bear, it had to be albino! But didn’t albino animals have red eyes? And no pigmentation in the rest of their body? She swallowed as her eyes dropped from the creature’s dark eyes to its black nose.

The cock of Duke’s rifle snagged Bambi’s attention back toward him. Finally, a growl burbled up from the bear and she heard it shift, could feel it rising up on its hind feet. Apprehension prickled over her body, finding Duke lining up a shot through the scope, lip curling as he snarled, “You need to back away from that damn thing! Don’t you got any sense?!”

A sudden surge of protectiveness overcame Bambi as she took a step closer to the armed man. “Duke Walker, put down the damned rifle! It wasn’t doing a thing before you started threatening it.”

“Don’t you Duke Walker me! It’s a—“

Before Duke could finish his retort, the huge bear crested the distance faster than Bambi would have guessed. Stunned, she couldn’t even shriek as the bear descended on Duke, huge paw arcing down to swipe at the rifle. She only heard the man give a startled cry before a loud, piercing gunshot rang out. With a clatter, the rifle went flying and Duke stumbled back, bloody gouge marks trickling down his arm and chest. Another growl warbled from the bear as it stood up straighter.

As Duke turned tail and sprinted back the way he came, the bear didn’t pursue. It merely stood, as if watching the man disappear into the woods.

And suddenly, Bambi realized she was alone with the hulking beast. As quick and quiet as she could, she began sidling away from the creature, mentally trying to determine which direction she should run to avoid Duke. However, the bear shifted toward her and she realized, with a start, that red blossomed along its fur.

Duke had shot it.

With a groan, the bear lowered down to all four, its torso seemingly heaving.

Sense and compassion held Bambi locked in place, part of her wanting to check on the creature while the logical side of her told her to bolt. Besides the fact it could be a polar bear – there’s no fucking way it’s actually a polar bear, Bambi’s logical side snarked – it was injured, meaning it had both a hankering for human and was likely scared while in pain.

Before Bambi could decide what to do, a smaller figure crashed through the tangle of forest. “Dad! Dad! What’s goin’ on? Did you hear that gunshot?”

The little figure paused, eyes widening and voice softening with worry, “What happened to you?”

With a jolt, Bambi realized she recognized the voice. Squinting, she took a step closer. “Mercy? Mercy Clements?”

Startled, the girl turned toward Bambi as she hovered near the bear. The light of the moon caught her wide hazel eyes, casting them with a silver sheen. Like a fish, her mouth opened and closed, obviously trying to come up with something to say.

Wait, she’d said ‘dad’ thought Bambi. And then she had ran toward the bear, asking the creature what happened. Bambi’s gaze flicked from the bear to the girl and back to the bear, a perplexing suspicion taking root. There was no way to confuse a behemoth like that for a human, even in the dark.

“Zeke?” Bambi narrowed her eyes, focusing on the bear. There was no way the bear was Zeke Clements. There was no way the bear was anything other than a bear!

Something in the bear’s demeanor flinched – or so Bambi thought – and her denial wavered.

#exophilia #exo writing #bear shifter #shifter #monster #monster x human #shifter x human #monster romance #monster lover #monster fucker #monster dad #I haven't decided if Zeke only turns into a bear or if he can shift into other animals #thoughts and feelings?#should I continue this?#I have a vague idea of where this can go but idk

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submalevolentgrace · 4 months ago

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for pretty much my entire life we have been locking up refugees in UN-certified human-rights-violating "offshore detention" camps for the heinous crime of daring to try and flee from death and worse, often from wars-on-terror we've helped wage, and have very much done highly decorated war crimes in. we hold them in conditions so bad that war-fleeing refugees have sown their mouths shut, tried to starve themselves, even children trying to kill themselves to escape what we're doing to them. WE are doing. because in my boots on the ground activism days i tried to fight the government on this, and the fact is, the australian public on the whole doesn't give a shit about us torturing refugee kids, half the country is in support of it, so the government gets a free pass no matter which side is in power. from howard to rudd to gillard to rudd to abbott to turnbull to morison to albanese, we lock up and torture refugees. the UN anti-torture inspectors aren't allowed to visit. the camps are run by a private USA prison contractor now.

and it's not like we can't organise a protest! we'll barricade MP's offices because of something an ally-in-law country is doing that we condemn, but when the blood is on our hands we don't wanna know, don't wanna fight, don't wanna admit. and albanese gets up there and says those barricades have "crossed a line", "there's no place for violence like this in our democracy", he says. you know where there is an implicit place for violence, apparently? cops beating indigenous kids to death on camera, the australian people are fine with that apparently. happens all the time. better have a curfew so those kids don't get too rowdy about it!

oh and the CIA agents and US soldiers we welcomed here to supposedly defend us, they rape a bunch of women and children, mostly also indigenous? better get ASIO and the AFP to monitor the population for anti-american sentiment, local cops do it plenty too and we can't stand up to the USA, we're about to go to war with our biggest economic trading partner on their behalf, the troop buildup locations have already been announced! sweep it under the rug little aussies, scrub it from your memory, who cares about raped children anyway? not worth protesting, apparently.

we are right in the middle of the asia-pacific, with loosely speaking about a 5th of the population ethnically or culturally asian, and they are absolutely terrified of speaking out about how many hate crimes they suffer constantly, because the other 80% of the population is more culturally invested in american politics than the fact that labor considers pauline hanson an ally. i don't blame the 20% getting hatecrimed for being scared to speak up, i sure as fuck blame the rest of us for not protecting them, and for doing those hate crimes. "wE'rE a MuLtIcUlTuRaL sOcIeTy!! nO rAcIsM hErE!!", but we'll organise citywide marches in the middle of a pandemic if a black american kid gets killed over there, and then tell blak people they're spelling it wrong.

then we flood the region with our white-bleached propaganda and "culture", to control smaller governments and and lure the people of the region here for our economic benefit; the wealthy as fodder to fund the education complex, and the poor to work below-minimum-wage-slavery "jobs programs" on our great proud aussie battler family run farms.

it's all out in the open. the torture, the murder, the rape, the hate crimes, the technically-it's-legally-distinct-from-slavery, it's all known, all reported regularly on the news, endlessly, cyclically, every few months or years, for my whole life. fuck knows what else we're doing and i don't know about because pine gap prevents it from reaching english language news.

i know the internet zeitgeist really only cares about the single latest trending topic to happen, so you're wondering what that is to make me react enraged and ashamed; but it's everything. i haven't even scratched the surface, just ranting off the top of my head.

every day i carry the shame of what a disgusting violent colony nation this is; to the people who consider themselves australian, to the people here before the nation and their descendants, to the people surrounding us now. i carry the guilt of failure to stop it, and casual complicity of having given up the fight because i couldn't handle it. i think that's what most activists do here, give up in shame, because activists aren't fighting the government - we have one of the most free and open democracies in the world, and the spineless cowards in charge absolutely will do what the populace whims of them - activists here are fighting the cruel and apathetic average australian, who either don't care, or active condone it all. we have the blood of this country on our hands.

so.

what has australia done now?

it's fucken wednesday, mates. nothing new.

#auspol #i consider myself extremely lucky to live in the relative comfort and peace that being a near bottom tier citizen here affords me #and i still fucking hate this country

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holidayinhell · 6 months ago

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Whumpay: Operating Table

Will post one excerpt per theme bc I simply do not have The Time!!

Characters: sadistic Whumper and coward Whumpee. TWs: nonsexual nudity, extreme fear, restraints, male whump, implied organ harvesting

Whumpee found himself at a loss as the metal door creaked open.

The cold tiled room held only one powerful light, its brilliance bounced across a gleaming metallic surface positioned in the center of the room. As a whole it was empty, containing only one chair, a cooler box, and two rolling cabinets on either side of the operating table.

“No... no way.”

The captor's gloved, heavy hands rested on both of Whumpee’s shoulders.

“Are you surprised?” Whumper said almost directly into Whumpee's ear. He cocked an eyebrow. “You know how this works.”

The words rang in Whumpee’s ears. Of course he knew. Whumpee was all too familiar with the chop shop he’d been detained in for the past few weeks. He had suffered countless sleepless nights filled with the shrieks and pleas of the misfortunate souls who’d been sacrificed to the Operating Room.

But Whumpee had lasted longer than any of the other captives ever had. They had an expiration date of maybe two weeks maximum, whereas he’d been held here for over four months. And while he didn’t understand the exact reason he was treated so well, he never questioned it, and was always pleasant to the man who had decided to keep him around so long. Whumpee got along well with Whumper.

“Are you- what is this?” Whumpee asked incredulously.

“Ah. You’re kidding around, huh?” He turned to face the larger man behind him. He feigned a weak smile.

“No.”

His smile dropped and his palms became sticky with sweat. He knew what happened in this room. Well, he didn’t know exactly, but he knew the people Whumper ushered in never came out.

But then again, Whumper also had a playful side—playful in a kind of horrible, sadistic way— this could be his version of a joke. Yes, surely this was just a cruel joke.

“…what is this?

“This is exactly what it looks like.”

“You’re messing with me.”

“You still think so?” Whumper half smiled.

“Ha-ha.” Whumpee said weakly. His heart was pounding in his ears. “For a second there you had me.”

“Haven’t had you yet. Soon, though.”

The captive froze. He could feel the hungry gaze of Whumper's eyes locked on him, studying his every tremor of fear with cold fascination. Whumpee's head fell, confidence shattered.

“Not this.” He half-whispered to the tiles on the ground. “Not like this. Please.”

He stole a glance back at Whumper to see if making a run for it was a viable option. It wasn’t.

Sensing the his urge to flee, Whumper side-stepped to block the entryway.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned.

Whumpee’s knees gave out and he crumbled forward. There was no escaping this.

“I can’t, I can’t. I can’t do it.. Please. Please!” he wailed. “I’ll do anything! Anything anything…” Saliva strings fell from his gaping, moaning mouth, tears and mucus ran down his face.

“Well apparently not.”

“But-but, I’ve been good, I-I thought I was doing good, I don’t, I don’t— I don’t wanna die!”

“You have been good.” Whumper reassured him with a sigh. He stooped down to wipe the muck from Whumpee’s face off with the scratchy arm of his sleeve. “So keep it up, mkay?”

Sobs wrenched in Whumpee's throat, urging him to scream, but he swallowed hard, doing his best to suppress the sound, fearing it might enrage Whumper before he had the chance to reason with him. He knew crying wouldn’t help, and begging would only take him as far as Whumper allowed before caving his head in.

Whumpee couldn’t hold it back any longer. “You’re gonna, you’re gonna kill me aren’t you...” He let out a terrified shriek. “You’re going to kill me!”

“Oh, hell. Shut up. It’s not personal. Just part of the job, gotta keep bread on the table and all.”

“I can get you money!” The captive scrambled nervously, “I, I have a friend--a really rich, wealthy friend in the city— he’ll pay you however much you need. I know he will, I just need to get--”

“That’s good to know.” The larger man interrupted. Whumper roughly nudged the terrified man through the doorway, shoving him to the cold tile floor. “Come on, Whumpee.”

“Wait! Wait wait wait, wait a minute just wait--” He hyperventilated as he was urged forward. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. He fell to his knees.

Whumper sighed, hooking the frantic man under the shoulder and launching him deeper into the room. He pulled the large iron door closed, secured the heavy latch, and pulled his black latex gloves up.

“D-do-don’t do this to m-m-me.”

Whumper sighed again. Begging grated his nerves more than anything. He’d listened to each of them recite the identical lines countless times, offering up drugs, money, sex— anything in exchange for their freedom. For some reason he’d hoped it would be different with Whumpee. He was such an obedient captive, and Whumper treated him like goddamned royalty. He thought he would approach the table and offer himself up willingly.

But no, Whumpee was performing an identical version of the same pleas for mercy as the rest of them. It was boring, and frankly, a little depressing.

“Stop it.” Whumper warned. “Get up.”

The shivering man stood.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Wh-wha? Why??”

“Aghhhh! Just take off your fuckin’ clothes!” Whumper sighed.

The boy shifted awkwardly on his feet, holding out hope that this sick routine was only a prelude to one of Whumper’s sick jokes. Surely this was the punchline. He’d already accomplished his goal of scaring the shit out of Whumpee. Surely it was over. Surely he’d end things here.

“Now.”

Whumpee’s fingers fumbled to find the hem of his filthy, formerly blue t-shirt, his arms weakly lifted the thin fabric over his head to reveal his ashen torso. It was the only barrier he had between his body and Whumper’s scalpel. The shirt fell to the floor.

Whumper took in the sight of Whumpee’s nearly perfect complexion. His skin was creamy white from the lack of sun exposure, pale folks were rare to stumble across in the desert wasteland. He was a slim man, athletic and lean, he bore no telltale signs of abuse. Whumper provided him with two mostly edible meals a day, clean clothes and the occasional hot shower.

“Go on. Take off all of it.”

The small man's cheeks burned with shame. Whumper’s hungry eyes shone with intrigue.

Whumpee laced his fingers around the elastic band of his pants clinging to his narrow hips. In one quick motion he dropped his pants and boxers down his legs, his hands swiftly rushed to cup his exposed genitals.

“How modest.” Whumper chuckled. Let him hide, Whumper thought. He’d have nothing to hide behind once he splayed his lean body across the table.

“Aight, now come here and open up.” Whumper produced a ball gag from his pocket.

Whumpee’s body quaked from a pang of terror so violent it threw his body off balance. A warm sensation trickled down the inside of his thigh.

Whumpee looked down at the pool of warmth he was standing in, and--fuck, oh fuck-- he’d pissed himself.

“For fuck’s sake, Whumpee. The hell is wrong with you today?!”

Wide-eyed and cowering, Whumpee collapsed to the floor and scrambled backwards. “I’msorryimsorryimso so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry--!” He stammered frantically. “I didn’t mean--”

Whumper threw Whumpee’s discarded pants over the puddle of urine. Surprisingly, he tossed Whumpee’s shirt back to him.

“Hush. Clean yourself off.”

He cleared his throat and a few heavy tear drops plopped on the fabric in his lap. “I am sorry. I-I didn’t mean to do that.” He almost managed to say it without his voice quavering. He wiped the inside of his legs down using the filthy shirt and threw it aside. A powerful wave of numbness began supplanting his overwhelming terror.

“It’s okay, I’ve seen a lot worse.” A crooked smile returned to Whumper’s face. “Get over here. Right fuckin’ now.”

Whumpee swallowed his pride. His fear. His will to live. And he faced his fate head on.

“Good. Climb on the table.”

Whumpee got on the table.

Whumper secured his prey by locking his wrists and ankles to the operating table with a short length of chain. This was it. There was no going back now. Whumper looked down at Whumpee with ravenous eyes. He had him where he wanted him, after all of these months, finally.

He pulled on his surgical mask, rolled up his sleeves, and adjusted the light above his victim. A gloved index finger traced down the length of Whumpee’s bare body, imitating the blade's path. He truly had magnificent skin.

Before Whumper managed to make his first cut, his cellphone rang.

“You couldn’t have called at a worse time, you sonuvabitch. Call later. He’s on the table right now.” Whumper barked into the phone.

-Pause. Whumpee faintly heard the person on the line chuckle.-

“No shit? Who?”

-A longer pause.-

“I dunno. It sounds like one hell of a deal. Don't worry, this one's not goin' anywhere. Run it past the boss and get back to me. ”

-Pause-

"Heh, I should really kick your ass for this one," Whumper said wryly. "I've been nursing the best pair of virgin kidneys and liver you've ever fuckin' seen."

-Pause-

"Mhm. Roger that. Bye." Whumper tucked his phone in his pocket and pulled his surgical mask down.

“Whumpee. Your wealthy friend in the city--”

Whumper rested the scalpel on Whumpee’s stomach.

“--is his name Caretaker?”

#Whumpay #whump writing #whumpblr #whump #whumpay2024 #medical whump #whumpay day 1 #creepy whumper #sadistic whumper

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dollwrites · 1 day ago

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hiiiiiii would you be willing to write something with ogata and a shy lover?

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. minors dni, dark themes may be present. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

“Don’t give me that look. You’re the one that needed my gloves,” Ogata chided, chastising you for the warm blush and the way that you shy away from his touch. your eyes flicker to the red gloves that are loose around your fingers, and hang further down on your wrists. you’d asked the wildcat sniper, in a timid little voice, if you could wear his gloves after losing yours on the mountainside, but you had no idea that you were meant to be his personal heater when he agreed.

his hands were ice cold— a testament to the brutal snowstorm you found yourself sheltering away from— and they made you let out a soft squeak when they found their way beneath your layers of warm clothes. “You want my hands to freeze?” he challenged, running one palm over your breast, the irreparable pad of his thumb pushing at the hardening bud in an almost teasing manner. the other hand was much more dastardly in its intentions. it curved over the shape of your supple belly, and dipped between your hips, finding that sweet, warm slick with his first two fingers. one eyebrow twitched at your reaction— a sharp inhale and squeak. you couldn’t watch him watch you, it was way too embarrassing. “If my fingers get frostbite, they’ll rot away,” he muttered. his voice, though taking on a macabre topic, was matter-of-fact instead of daunting. “I won’t be able to pull the trigger of my rifle anymore, and we will both starve if I can’t hunt.”

the way he fondled you was more than a little bit demeaning. he pinched and squeezed, rubbed with his fingertips or jabbed with his thumb, as if familiarizing himself with a new firearm, and not a delicate woman’s most intimate areas. you turn your head to the side, and feel the ghost of the snow shifting above the little trench Ogata’d buried the two of you in to keep warm flutter as it flutters against your cheek. the trench was barely big enough for him, and since he’d pinned you below his weight with one knee between your thighs, the other leg pressed close to yours, there was nowhere for you to be able to escape to.

“Sure, b—but… can’t we hold hands instead?” you ask, sheepishly squirming when he uses the tip of his forefinger to lightly scrape at your swelling button. “Or I can—-!”

Ogata is so silent. it unnerves you, how quiet he is sometimes. his eyes are deep and unreadable, abysmal whirlpools, but they’re hyper focused on the way your expression contorts and the sound of your little whimper when he slips his middle finger into you.

“O—Ogata…!” your hands flee towards his arm, grasping his bicep. you can barely feel his body warmth with the several layers between your hand and his arm, but you still cling to it. “Th—that’s—“

“Jesus, you’re warm. Tight…” he mutters, his eyes flitting the length of your body to rest on the movement of his hand beneath your layers. he pushes his finger deep, slowly straightening and then curling his finger. you writhe in response, your inner walls in a frenzy, and hide your face in both hands. Ogata notices your act of shame, and the corners of his mouth twitch, but the specter of a smirk never reaches fruition. “It’s annoying when you do that.” he grunts, his finger pumping in and out of you at a steady pace now. he was intrigued by the way your breath caught in your throat, the way your eyelids fluttered behind your fingers, interested in the way you looked when he played with your pussy, but here you were hiding. “You’re so shy you don’t even wanna look at me?” Ogata muses, giving your breast a hard squeeze. his teeth sank against the inside of his cheek upon the feeling of your flesh against his palm, between his fingers…

you shook your head, babbling behind your makeshift shield of red leather about how embarrassing it was. “Because you’re so wet.” he thought aloud, his brows threatening to furrow as he contemplates, before the hand on your chest escapes from your clothes, and instead pries one of your hands away with a tight grip on your wrist. you whine and squirm, but ultimately feel him anchor the back of your hand to the earth by your head. your free hand still hovers near your face, though it’s drifted moreso to your mouth so you can chew at the tips of your fingers, tasting the leather of Ogata’s glove. you want to close your eyes, but you can feel him pressing his forehead against yours, and when you look up, your eyes are locked in his stormy gaze. “You’re being dramatic. I already knew I made your pussy wet.” you cringed at how blunt he was: Ogata made everything sound ten times worse with that flat, lifeless baritone. sure, you had a crush on him and maybe you weren’t that good at hiding it, but did he have to say it like that?

your back arches when you feel his ring finger join the middle. they were long and thick, calloused and roughened by the elements, cold to the touch, but they felt good plundering you. “I—I’m already full…” you mewl before his forefinger can worm its way inside with the other two. it’s embarrassing to admit, but it leaves your lips, and your voice sounds almost in awe at the sensation. “Can’t take anymore…”

Ogata pauses his ministrations with his fingers still knuckle deep in your core, his breath warm against your cheeks, and he said this just to embarrass you further, “Gotta stretch you out a little bit before you’ll be ready to take a cock.” his mouth never once brushed against your skin, offering not a single ounce of comfort or romance in this moment. instead, he sighs, as if the task at hand was impossible. “We can’t have you screaming like a trapped bunny when I stick you.”

#ogata would make you CRINGE WITH HIS DIRTY TALK DELIVERY LMAO #ogata smut #hyakunosuke ogata x reader #hyakunosuke ogata #ogata x reader #ogata hyakunosuke #gk ogata #golden kamuy ogata #golden kamuy smut #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy #golden kamuy x you

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we-re-more-than-that · 9 months ago

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honestly, people say sejanus was reckless only because they're seeing it from snow's pov. if sejanus was anyone else in the story, any other peacekeeper, would you have been like, uh, what is he doing, how dare he want to leave the district, how dare he want to buy guns to make sure he's safe, how dare he want to be away from the capitol's influence, how dare he want to make a life for himself away from cruelty and oppression

yes, he was naive, and he also was 18, but nothing that he did seems that crazy to me? if anything, he had allies and plans, he had guns, he was gonna run. snow poked and poked at him and prodded and sejanus told him about it bc he trusted him. coriolanus "i don't wanna hear about it" snow then don't fucking ask about it

sejanus never asked coriolanus to go with him up til then, never asked for help, he told him he didn't need him to rescue him; he distanced himself some and what does snow do? go and be all up in his business instead of distancing himself too. "they know we're friends" shut up coriolanus snow sejanus was also friends with all their other bunkmates and other people, were they gonna kill everyone? what evidence did they have that snow knew about sejanus wanting to flee? none.

i doubt that was the first time a peacekeeper was a rebel and i don't think they decided to kill all peacekeepers when one managed to escape. i find it unlikely snow couldn't have found a way out of it, but he was so paranoid so i do objectively understand his reaction. that's what he does all through the book, obsesses and spirals and overthinks. but sejanus running away was hardly a death sentence for snow. when they hanged arlo lil was jailed and was gonna be killed bc she protested. not just bc she knew arlo. and obviously snow was an excellent actor and liar, could have weaseled his way out of it when again, there was NO evidence that he knew anything about sejanus' plans

what i'm saying is betraying sejanus was by far not his only choice. but snow was so paralyzingly obsessive and paranoid he resorted to something drastic. i understand why he did what he did bc i understand the character, what i don't understand is why people agree with him

sejanus had to die bc he wanted a better life for himself and others. that's how it comes off.

also: to change the world was not the responsibility of a 18 year old boy. if he was completely selfish and just wanted to run away for himself i'd have still rooted for him. but he also wanted to, as he said, stop endangering snow, and he was also talking that he'll think about something to help the districts somehow. he just couldn't deal with the cruelty anymore. holding a gun every day and witnessing people being executed and hanged for nothing and not being able to study medicine because he was too good of a shot, ironically.

#tbosas #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #i do have big feelings about it but this is all lighthearted #kinda #it's just surprising to me how much people are influenced by snow's pov #and yes i do think he initially felt guilt and that him weeping for sejanus was genuine #and that he didn't intend to kill him #but yeah he gets over that fast and then takes his place and his whole life. he smothers any goodness in himself #ramblings

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jcxbliss · 2 months ago

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Song Of The Deep

Pairing - Lee Seokmin (Siren) x Female Reader (Researcher)

Genre - Fantasy, Angst, 18+ Themes

Warnings- Alcohol use, mentions of death and suicide, darker themes present, mentions of sexual encounters, sexual themes, intercourse, unprotected (wrap before you tap please), swearing. (If I missed anything let me know)

Author's Note -sorry this took so long a lot happened since the last post from this series. I also wanna say smut is not my strong suit so keep that in mind. I appreciate it. Please Enjoy<3

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Seokmin’s Point Of View

They say that stories from the past often contain hidden truths, whether the modern world chooses to acknowledge them or not. Tales of vengeful gods and goddesses, of malevolent creatures and spirits—each carries a thread of reality that resonates through time. It was with this understanding that Seokmin, finding himself alone in the house, felt the pressing need to confront his reality. Deep down, he knew that action was imperative, and it had to be swift. Time was no longer on his side, and he could no longer afford to remain passive. This moment was not just about protecting someone—it was about confronting the very nature he had spent his life trying to escape.

Seokmin sat in his dimly lit bedroom, the glow of the computer screen casting an eerie light across his face. He sifted through an array of ancient texts and myths, seeking guidance from stories that stretched back to the dawn of Greek civilization. Each account, each legend, held the potential to reveal insights that might inform his next steps. He scoured these narratives with a sense of urgency, hoping to find a clue, a strategy that would help him navigate the path before him.

As he delved deeper into these ancient records, a recurring theme emerged, one that troubled him morally but resonated with a deep, unsettling truth. It was the concept of staking a claim—an idea that spoke to an intrinsic need for ownership and control. This notion, though ethically questionable, was a consistent thread woven through the tales of gods and monsters alike. It was a concept he now realized he could no longer ignore.

Seokmin knew he was at a crossroads, caught between the man he had been and the nature he had tried so desperately to deny. The choice before him was clear, though not without its moral quandaries: to assert his claim and embrace his true self or to continue fleeing from the very essence of who he was.

Seokmin leaned back in his chair, the weight of his decision pressing heavily on him. His fingers drummed absentmindedly on the edge of the desk as he mulled over the implications of the stories he had just read. Each tale of gods and sirens spoke of an inherent need to assert dominance, to claim what was perceived as rightfully theirs. Yet, as he considered the ancient texts, he was haunted by the ethical implications of such actions.

The room was silent except for the soft hum of the computer and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. The darkness outside the window seemed to mirror the uncertainty within him. Seokmin’s reflection stared back at him from the screen, a man caught between two worlds—one of modernity and reason, the other of ancient instincts and primal urges.

He glanced at his watch, noting how the hours had slipped away as he delved into the past. He was running out of time. The urgency of the situation was compounded by the fact that the safety of those he cared about hinged on his next move. He needed to act, and to do so with the decisiveness that his nature demanded.

A flicker of resolve sparked within him. He rose from his chair and paced the room, his mind racing through the strategies he had gleaned from the texts. The notion of staking a claim, though morally ambiguous, seemed to be the key. It wasn’t just about possession; it was about establishing a presence, asserting control in a way that would secure his position and protect those he cared about.

The only other time he felt so connected with his siren was when he was a kid. He didn’t know who he was but he knew he was different. Whenever things wouldn’t go his way he would manipulate his way to be the only correct answer. That was until he was so angry about his mother canceling his tenth birthday party that he uttered the words ‘I hate you, I wish you were dead’ to his mother. Two days later his mother was found dead floating in a river. She had killed herself, with no prior history of suicidal ideations. She left no notes behind saying why she did it or what compelled her to leave such a happy life behind. But Seokmin knew, he knew he had used his powers for evil, a power he didn’t understand. Everyday he hated himself for what he did and the fact that he could tell noone that he knew why.

Shaking off the bad memory Seokmin’s thoughts returned to her—his focus, his obsession. She was both his greatest vulnerability and his strongest motivation. Her safety was paramount, and if asserting his claim was the means to ensure it, then he would have to embrace it, no matter the personal cost. He recalled the stories of sirens and their possessive nature, of how their enchantments bound their prey to them. Yet he didn’t view her as prey, he viewed her as who she is and he would have kept it at that if it weren’t for the danger he feels she is in.

That’s why, later that night at the picnic, when Lucy suggested playing "Never Have I Ever," Seokmin eagerly agreed. He knew it was wrong to deliberately try to get Y/N intoxicated, but he preferred this method over resorting to other means. From the moment she walked back into the house, every move he made was calculated—from his quick remarks to his "good boy" act. His sole aim was to make her fall under his spell, to claim her as his and his alone.

It was almost animalistic how he observed her when she wasn’t looking, a truth he couldn’t deny. He was driven by an intense desire to prove that he was not someone to have things taken from him.

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Seokmin’s gaze softened as he turned to you, a practiced warmth in his eyes. “Exactly. Sometimes, we need to let go of the past and focus on what’s right in front of us.”

He watched your reaction carefully, noting how you seemed to relax at his words. The subtext was intentional, part of a plan he’d meticulously orchestrated. He could see the appreciation in your eyes, and it was a small victory. “You’re right,” you said, “I’m really enjoying this moment with you.”

He sat up, his movements purposeful as he faced you. His hand brushed against yours, a touch both casual and strategically placed. “You know,” he said softly, “it’s moments like these that remind me of what really matters. Being present, sharing stories, and just enjoying the company we’re with.”

You turned fully towards him, your heart fluttering at the intimacy of the moment. “I couldn’t agree more. This evening has been incredible.”

Seokmin held your gaze, savoring the way his eyes sparkled in the moonlight and the warmth of his smile. He could sense the electricity in the air, the way his touch made you shiver. It was all going according to his plan. The space between you was shrinking, and he could feel the soft warmth of your breath against his skin.

His hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek. The tenderness of his touch was carefully chosen to evoke the right response. “There’s something magical about tonight, don’t you think?” he whispered, his voice low and intimate.

You nodded, mesmerized by his gaze. “Absolutely.”

With a slow, measured motion, Seokmin leaned in. His lips brushed against yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. He could feel your heart race, and it was a gratifying confirmation that his plan was working. The kiss was brief, almost experimental, but it stirred a deep, electric sensation.

He pulled back slightly, eyes searching yours for a reaction. There was a hint of vulnerability, a strategic gamble that you would respond favorably. Your gaze encouraged him, and he leaned in again, this time with more confidence.

The second kiss was deeper, more passionate. Seokmin’s lips moved against yours with a tenderness that spoke of the affection he was trying to convey. His hands framed your face, adding a layer of comfort and intimacy. The kiss deepened, a dance of emotions and unspoken desires, his touch both comforting and fervent.

As the kiss continued, Seokmin’s hands traveled to your back, pulling you closer. He could feel the warmth of your body against his, the rhythm of your heartbeat syncing with his own. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the sensation of your lips and the soft evening breeze.

When the kiss finally broke, you both pulled back slightly, your foreheads touching. The connection between you felt profound, and the warmth of the moment lingered. Seokmin could see the longing in your eyes, a desire for more that matched his own.

Without breaking eye contact, you leaned in again, and Seokmin’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before softening with understanding. You pressed your lips to his once more, this time with a deeper, more fervent kiss. The passion was mutual, a melding of emotions that made the stars seem to shine brighter.

Seokmin responded with equal fervor, his hands holding you close, pulling you into his embrace. The kiss was slow and intentional, a reaffirmation of the feelings he had carefully nurtured throughout the evening. Each touch, each caress felt like a victory, a confirmation that his plan had worked perfectly.

As Seokmin pressed his lips against yours, he felt a rush of satisfaction. The taste of cider lingered between you, subtly sweet with hints of the evening’s warmth. Each brush of his lips against yours was meticulously crafted, a confirmation of the success of his carefully devised plan.

He relished the sensation, noting how your lips were soft and warm, their sweetness perfectly complementing the evening’s ambiance. As he deepened the kiss, he sensed the way his presence was enveloping you. The way your lips responded, the way you leaned into him—it was all proof of his influence taking hold.

In the midst of the kiss, Seokmin’s thoughts were a whirl of triumph and control. He could feel the delicate tremor in your body, the way you melted into his embrace. This was the moment he had orchestrated, where every touch, every caress, had led to this exact outcome. The kiss wasn’t just about affection; it was a testament to his ability to shape the situation to his will.

He could tell you were under his spell now. The way your eyes fluttered closed, your breath quickened in sync with his—it was as if he had drawn a web around you, pulling you in with each deliberate touch. Seokmin was acutely aware of the control he wielded, the way his touch made you shiver with anticipation.

Every sensation was amplified in this intimate moment—the warmth of your skin, the soft sighs escaping your lips, the way your fingers clung to him, anchoring yourself to him. It was a reflection of his success, of how deeply his influence had settled within you.

As the kiss deepened, Seokmin felt a surge of pride. This wasn’t just about physical connection; it was about the psychological hold he had over you. The way your body responded so willingly, the way you seemed to surrender to the kiss—it was all part of his grand design. He was affirming his place in your world, making it clear that his presence was both irresistible and inescapable.

As Seokmin felt her fingers exploring his hair, he was acutely aware of the subtle vibrations of her breathing and the gentle tremors in her touch. Each soft, breathy noise she made while they kissed sent jolts of electricity through him, igniting a fire he hadn't anticipated. His hands instinctively found their way to her hips, gripping them with a possessive urgency, as though his touch was the only thing preventing her from slipping away.

The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in this suspended reality where Seokmin’s control was absolute. But as the kiss reached its peak, he felt you begin to pull away.

When she finally pulled back, her breath catching in her throat, Seokmin's gaze remained locked on her. He saw her left hand rise to press softly against her lips, an innocent gesture that revealed the depth of her emotions. In that moment, Seokmin realized she held something he desperately wanted—something he knew she might not even be aware she was offering.

His right hand glided up her side before coming to rest on her cheek, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear to better see her. At the same time, she lowered her hand to his chest. The contact was electric, heightening his awareness of her and intensifying the connection between them.

‘Please don’t stop here’ He softly begged in his head before pushing towards his end goal.

Seokmin began to run his right end from where he tucked the strand of hair to her cheek, savoring the feel of the soft skin as he cupped it for a moment. Watching her face he saw her eyes fog over with some sort of need. Though he knew he would have to make the final push to cement his intentions.

‘I am sorry’

“Please,” Purposefully he drags his hand lower to her lips and places his thumb against her bottom lip. He lowered his voice allowing a desperate tone to escape his words.

‘Please understand, I am doing this for you’

“Please what Seokmin,” You had questioned him, there was many answers to that question.

‘Please run, get away from me’

Seokmin leans closer to your right ear, for a brief, charged moment, his gaze seemed to deepen and darken, as if an unseen force was drawing the light out of them. The irises shifted, turning into a striking shade of deep, oceanic blue, their depth now holding an almost hypnotic quality. Flecks of shimmering silver, like moonlight caught on waves, began to swirl within the changing hue, giving his eyes an otherworldly, mesmerizing glow.

“Let me ruin you,” His voice dropped four octaves lower as he tugs on your bottom lip that he was playing with before. “Let me show you that no one will be as good as me,” Seokmin adds in before dragging his tongue against the nap of your neck and sinking his teeth into the flesh. This pulls a yelp from your lips that throws fluid to his fire.

‘Kill her’

The hand that once rested against his chest trailed its way up all the way to his throat before you wrap your fingers around it. Each movement leaving his inner self screaming for her to run away from him.

“I’d like to see you try,” Your words fall into the air followed by the squeeze of his neck and is what makes him come undone, what ever self control he thought he possessed was no longer available to take up rent space in his mind.

‘Time to play’

Seokmin is quick to grab unto your wrist and push you back on the blanket, placing his free hand around your throat quickly. A growl rolls up through his throat as he fights with himself to not break your neck.

Sirens are sexual beings, but they are also murderous. They will take everything from you and kill you with the slightest disrespect. They do not care, they are selfish and vile creatures that take and never give. It is almost like a game of cat and mouse but you will always be caught in the end. There is very rare chance of escaping the grasps once a siren has their eyes on you. In Seokmin’s case, this will not end up with someone dying, this is to save someone.

Readjusting his hand placement he hold unto your chin and forces your head to look to the left leaving your neck exposed to him. Leaning down he begins to kiss your neck his grip on your wrist loosening.

“Safe word,” Seokmin mumbles into the crevice of your neck, his hand that once held your wrist glides down to your elbow leaving Seokmin vulnerable to the idea of using you for his own gain. Seokmin pulls back to look at you in your eyes to watch your reactions.

Your body shivers at the touch as you look up at him through blown pupils, your lip caught in between your teeth holding your breath scared but willing for his next move.

“Come on sweetheart use your words.” He sensually says glancing from your lips to your eyes. He watches as your look off to the side looking for something before you mutter two words.

“Red Wine.” Your voice comes out breathless as you turn your head back to look at him.

His hand that was was resting by your elbow moves further down until it stops at the hem of your dress hiking it up higher on your thigh. At this point Seokmin found himself lowering his lips to kiss down your neck once again this time traveling lower to your exposed collarbone.

Your Point of view

As Seokmin’s fingers danced across your thigh you could only respond by arching your back up towards his body. You felt like your skin was on fire, the near closeness of him sobered you up from the alcohol but filled you with a different type of drunk.

“May I?” Seokmin voice cuts through the sound of your beating heart his finger tapping against your dress.

“Yes,” This one word truly cemented that there was no way back from this. Pulling back from your body he takes both of his hands and push up your dress having it land on your belly button exposing your underwear.

A small low chuckle leaves his lips as he stares at the beauty below him. “How did you know my favorite color was blue?” He hummed as he looped his finger on the top of your underwear playing with the bow.

‘I wish I wore a better pair.’ You thought embarrassingly since you were only dawning a simple pair a blue underwear. A pair you got in a pack from walmart for less then ten dollars.

Pushing himself back he begins to press kisses against your stomach getting closer and closer to your underwear. Soft moans escape your lips, his warm lips felt like heaven against your cold skin. Seokmin takes the fingers that were once playing with the small bow and began to strip you of your garment his lips following in the trail until they land just above your clit and he stops.

“Fuck,” Seokmin purrs out looking up at you through his eyelashes, “You needy little thing.” He places two fingers between your lips gathering your dampness. A shiver runs through your body at the sensation. “So wet and I haven’t even done anything.” Taking those two fingers he brings them up to your lips.

“Suck,” He demands his voice powerful and enchanting.

Seokmins Point Of View

‘Y/N would you still be this eager for me if you knew the awful shit I want to do to you.’

As you sucked on his fingers his body felt like it was on fire. He was burning with energy, his siren screaming to be let out.

“Good girl,” He praises before making eye contact with your pussy, taking his now extra lubricated fingers he pulls apart your lips and leans closer. His eyes shifted again this time he didn't care as he licks a long strip collecting your wetness.

You tasted like honey on his tongue and the moans he enlisted from your pretty lips only made him want to take more from you. He began to lick more his tongue connecting with your clit causing your hips to jerk up instinctively.

“There you go pretty girl.” He slips one finger inside of you and curls it watching your reaction from between your legs, the way your eyes rolled back into your head and your mouth hangs agape at the new sensation. You were warm and soft around his finger, and with every curl of his finger he felt resistance causing his finger to ache but he didn’t want to stop.

“Seokmin,” You moan out your voice coming barely above a whisper-music to his ears.

“You are taking me so good,” His voice sounded slightly different, it had more of a melody to it. He begins to add another finger watching as it slips into your greedy hole. He pairs to movement of his fingers to the movement of his hand curling and licking you. Your moans became more prevalent and louder.

He pulls away from your body which causes a whine of loss to slip from your lips. He began to undress himself starting with his loose fitting white tee. As he pulls it over his head he shivers a bit at the cold air hitting his torso goosebumps dimpling his tan skin. Once it was over his head he discarded it off to the side it landing in the sand with a thump. This is when he looks at you, really looks at you. The way your eyes were heavy from the little amount of pleasure he had placed upon you. How your cheeks were red from a mixture of blush and arousal. How your hair sprawled underneath your head. You were beautiful, you had a unique beauty to you. A human beauty to you, it was so simple yet so captivating.

Seokmin leans down and places his lips against your cheek holding them there for a few seconds before sliding his hands up your dress. When his hands meet with your ribs he taps his fingers twice against them.

“Sit up beautiful so I can take this off of you.” He mutters against your cheek in which you reply and sit up with him holding your sides. He pulls the dress off of your body and takes a good look at you. “Damn.” He mutters.

‘If things were different we would be good together’

“What?” Your voice comes out small and shy as you take your arms and place them against his pecs. He shivers again as your nails drag against his skin.

“I want to be inside of you,” He says bluntly as he grabs your hands from his chest and leads them downward to his pants. “Take them off,” he growls.

Your Point of View

‘Was he always this hot?’ You questioned your body gradually heating up. Your thighs were sticking together from the mess that Seokmin had made.

With shaky hands you unbutton his pants and drag them down his body before they get stopped at his knees in which he does the rest. Watching intently you see him throw them off to where his shirt laid. The only thing left on his body were a pair of tight black briefs, outlining his bulge.

He was huge.

Laying a flat hand against his chest you drag it down his pelvis eliciting a lewd groan from Seokmin. This gave you courage to hook your fingers to his waistband and drag his briefs down.

Every inch exposed of his skin made you more excited. Eventually he was exposed to you completely naked, his eyes barring down at you. Cautiously you wrap your hands around his base causing a sudden gasp to leave his lips.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Seokmin questioned but never made a move to stop you.

You licked your lips, shifting your hips slightly to get more comfortable. “What does it look like?” Running your thumb across the slit of his cock your hone into his reactions. A shiver runs through his body and he sucks his lip between his teeth.

You instinctively lean in, your heart racing with excitement as you draw them closer. As one hand left feathering touches against his cock you took your time with your free hand running up and down his thigh. Eventually you begin to pepper kisses starting mid thigh all the way up to his pelvis. For a brief moment you pause looking up at him for permission. He nods slowly his right hand weaving into your hair and giving he a gentle squeeze.

As you take them into your mouth, a shiver runs through you both. You can taste them, feel them, and every sensation ignites a fire within you. Seokmin tasted of salt and skin, which didn’t bother you. Taking your tongue you swirl it around his tip and push your head down until your nose meets skin. A gag mixed with a hum of surprise vibrated around him as the air filled with his pretty moans.

“Fuck-“ Seokmin groans out his fingers tightening their hold in your hair.

The connection intensifies as you lock eyes, a silent understanding of shared pleasure passing between you. You take your time, savoring every moment, the way his breath hitches and his body responds to your movements. You explore every inch, relishing the way they react, the way their pleasure fuels your own.

You quicken your pace slightly, letting instinct guide you. Each rhythmic motion drives you both closer to the edge, the night air filling with wet sloppy sounds and his melodious moans. After about two minutes Seokmin grips your hair tightly and pulls you off of him.

“Not like this,” He says breathy as he grabs your face and pulls you up to meet his lips. Pushing you back down to the blankets Seokmin hovers above you, his body blocking out the moonlight as he leans in closer. His lips continue to find yours in a searing kiss, igniting a fire deep within you. The taste of him is intoxicating, and you melt into him as his hands explore your waist, fingers trailing over your skin, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch.

With a teasing smirk, he pulls back slightly, his breathing heavy as he gazes into your eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he breathes, his voice low and husky. You feel a rush of anticipation flood through you as he begins to kiss down your neck, each tender nibble causing you to arch against him.

“Please, Seokmin,” you manage to gasp, your voice thick with need. He looks down at you, the intensity in his gaze igniting your core.

In one fluid motion, he positions himself at your entrance, his eyes locked on yours as he enters you slowly, filling you completely. You both gasp in unison—the sensation overwhelming as he stretches you perfectly. At first it hurt, a familiar burning sensation but it pooled away when pleasure hit you. Tears brimmed as you winced when he adjusted slightly the kissing of your teeth caused him to pause.

“Are you okay?” This was the first time he checked in with you. Concern lacing his eyes as he takes a hand and gently touches your cheek. With a nod in response you clench around him, he felt amazing.

Seokmin begins to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. The sensation of his body sliding against yours mixes with the sound of the ocean, creating a hypnotic rhythm. You can’t help but let your head fall back, surrendering to the pleasure that washes over you with every movement.

“Just like that,” he grunts, watching your reactions closely. His hands grip your hips, anchoring you in place as he drives deeper, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The world around you fades—there’s only the two of you, lost in the primal dance of desire.

“Seokmin,” you breathe, the pleasure building, your body rising to meet him as your nails dig into his back. He brushes his lips against your ear, whispering words that send shivers down your spine, fueling the fire that’s pooling within you.

As the tension reaches its peak, you can feel yourself spiraling toward the edge, pleasure coursing through you like a wave crashing onto the shore. Seokmin can sense this too or at least you think he does because he grabs onto your thigh and digs his nails into your skin.

“You are so close Princess,” He grunts into your ear, caging you underneath him as he slows down his thrust. “Beg for me to let you cum.” He growls into your ear, his grip on your thigh tightening as he halts his movements. “Beg like I am the only man who has ever made you feel this good.” He coos before nipping at your ear.

“Please,” You choke out, “Please l-let me.” He chuckles at your pleading as he begins to speed up his hand wrapping around your throat.

“Cum for me princess,” He grunts, using the hand that gripped your thigh he begins to rub against your clit to get you closer than before.

The band that had been building in your stomach snaps. Warmth floods over your body gasping out in need of air as his name leaves your lips like a mantra.

Seokmin follows closely after, his own moans mingling with yours as he finds his release, burying himself deep within you as waves of pleasure radiate through both your bodies. During the slow down he pushed his head into your neck breathing heavily against it. Your hands find solace against his back as you guys are still only breathing away the sex and high.

In the middle of gaining coherence you hear him say something strange.

“She is mine.”

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt #dk x reader #dk x y/n #lee seokmin #seventeen smut #svt dk #svt x y/n #svt x reader #svt smut #svt fanfic

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konigsblog · 1 year ago

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I HAVE A THOUGHT.... yandere!kidnapper!könig who threatens to hurt you (ehem break your legs) after trying to escape so many times?? :O i know he's a softie but what if. he just loses it for one day and becomes this absolutely huge monster of a man... invoking so much fear inside of you

do we share a brain because i've been thinking about this for MONTHS 🫨 i absolutely love the idea of being dependent on him, having to beg him for stuff because you're not able to yourself;

you'd attempted to escape, again. yet he'd always catch you, long legs catching up to you, dragging you back home and throwing you into the basement. you never listened to his threats, his punishments - desperate to flee from him and never return.

könig warned you, but you didn't believe him. really, this man who cared and worshipped you like a goddess would break your legs? it was almost unbelievable, until he had you sobbing and crawling into a ball, begging him not to hurt you as you tried to hide yourself. but you didn't listen, and he wasn't gonna continue letting you run from him.

the man was strong, he exercised and trained in the military, his hand grabbing your leg and twisting it harshly, a crack loudly emitting. you wailed out in pain whimpering and whining, panting while sobs choked in your throat. he almost seemed heartless, cold. you lost movement in your legs, they became numb as he continued to pull and twist them into multiple positions til he was sure you'd lost mobility.

grabbing you and forcing you to stand, watching as you crumble to the floor as your legs no longer work. “crawl to me, stern.” that voice, familiar, the only voice you'd heard in years. you could barely see anything, blurry vision caused from the tears and cries, pulling yourself towards him while he smiled broadly, a monster.

he sighed with content and satisfaction, letting you gasp and pant and hyperventilate as you came to the realisation. picking you up and holding you bridal style, he was becoming your carer. könig would help you move around the house, you want a bath? you'll ask him, he'll take you and wash all that dirt off your skin that formed due to the dusty basement. you wanna watch a new show? ask very kindly, maybe he'll take you downstairs.

könig felt power and dominance over you, he'd always be with you now, retiring early and having enough money for the two of you. könig's thumbs wiped away your tears. it didn't matter if you thrashed and yelled and screamed, you wouldn't be able to leave him,

ever again.

#orla speaks #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #könig cod mw2 #könig #könig call of duty #könig cod #cod konig #konig x reader #konig #konig mw2 #koniec #konig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader

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yeahtimesten · 2 months ago

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a playlist for patrick zweig ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

i made a playlist thinking about this man and idk this is what i think it would be like… to be with him i guess? this playlist is sexy, sweet, angsty, passionate. i hope yall see the vision…. enjoy :3

fall in love - phantogram love it was enough to recognize to see i was the reason you feel sick inside

washing machine heart - mitski baby, will you kiss me already? and toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart baby, bang it up inside

always forever - cults you know you’ve got me in your pocket you don’t just have to wait around you know i’ll keep you in my locket just come here and we can settle down

juna - clairo why would i let you in? but i think again i don’t even try, i don’t have to think with you there’s no pretending you know me

kingston - faye webster it’s the thought of you that slightly scares me but it takes my breath away, forget what i was gonna say the day that i met you i started dreaming now i write em down if i remember in the morning time

step on me - the cardigans oh, i think you’re holding this heart of mine (my heart is yours) squeeze it apart, that’s fine

roi - videoclub, adéle castillon, mattyeux (english translation of lyrics) the lasting days, fleeing the night, i traverse your skin, i traverse the city the sweet smoke from your mouth leaves, escapes day by day when i reign in the night, im alone with my sins

air supply - sweet trip don’t make me smile if you don’t intend to only make me try if you can pretend to

everybody here wants you - jeff buckley and our eyes locked in downcast love i sit here proud even now you’re undressed in your dreams with me oh, i’m only here in this moment i know everybody here wants you

trash magic - lana del rey boy, you wanna go to my motel, honey? boy, you wanna hold me down, tell me that you love me? boy, you know that i have really never loved nobody but you?

perfect girl - marreux you’re such a strange girl the way you look like you do you’re such a strange girl i want to be with you

glory box - portishead just give me a reason to love you give me a reason to be a woman i just wanna be a woman

talk show host - radiohead you want me? fucking come on and break the door down i’m ready

margaret - lana del rey (ft. the bleachers) if you’re asking yourself, “how do you know?” then that’s your answer, your answer is no you gotta run, gotta run, run, run, run, like your heads on fire

heart to heart - mac demarco to the days we spent together to all the times we played a part in each others lives heart to heart

i’m your man - leonard cohen if you want a father for your child or only want to walk with me another mile across the sand i’m your man if you want a lover i’ll do anything you ask me to and if you want another kind of love i’ll wear another mask for you

i dunno what i’m doing on this account lol, i watched the movie super late and have been using my main acc to read fics and snoop in the fandom but i made this playlist and really needed to share it with lyrics so here!!! perhaps, if you want explanations or little blurbs based on any of these songs or others, send me an ask and maybe i’ll do something with them!!!

i’m also not sure if posts like this are interesting at all, but i’m also putting together playlists for tashi and art atm!!!

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buzzkillchainsaw · 3 months ago

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More or less direct continuation of this comic:

Isamu pushes against the door. A little bell above him signals his arrival as he enters the restaurant. Warm air and the smell of fast food hit him in the face, providing a hint of much-needed comfort. He doesn’t get too far before he reaches the back of the line that trails all the way to the cashier taking the orders. Isamu balances on his tiptoes to catch a glimpse at the colorful screens advertising all the different menu options while his hands juggle the warm coins in his pocket. Not enough for a full meal at an actual restaurant, but maybe enough for a burger and some soggy fries?

The bell rings out again behind him and a man walks past the customers waiting in line to talk directly to the cashier. Isamu is too busy to care, because he’s finally close enough to decipher the menu prices. Cold sweat runs down his back and he grips the coins tighter and tighter with each step he makes towards the cashier. He pulls a hand out of his pockets to nervously scratch an itch on his neck. The boy recoils at the white grime that has now appeared under his fingernails, wiping them on his jeans and using his sleeves to get rid of any remaining crumbs of dirt still left on his neck. It’s his turn in line now.

“Welcome to Boss Burger, may I take your order”, the cashier asks in a rehearsed melodic tone.

“I-” Isamu’s voice sounds like a stranger’s. He hasn’t used it in days. “What would be the, um, cheapest option you have?”

“Cheapest?”, the cashier asks, a bit too loud for his taste. But despite the medical mask on her face he can tell that she’s trying to shoot him an encouraging smile. No other worker is wearing one. “Cheapest would be 5,95 for the “Essential taste” burger. But…” She leans forward with a secretive glint in her eyes. A whisker, like a cat’s, pokes out behind her mask and she uses a gloved finger to push it back.

“...don’t you wanna dream a bit bigger? Your uncle’s paying for it, after all.”

Isamu’s head whips around to see who she’s pointing at. It’s the man who walked past him earlier, now sitting at a table in the back and waving at him with a friendly smile. Isamu’s thoughts are racing. Who is this man? Was he following him? Why is he claiming to be his uncle? Why is he claiming he’ll pay for his food? Isamu looks at the man, then at the cashier, then at the screens above her circling through slideshows of beautiful, tasty, yummy food. A growl escapes his stomach. He raises a hand and points to the “Double decker X-treme Special” menu.

The man’s irises are an unnatural shade of silver. A splinter, obviously. Isamu doesn’t pay attention to much more than that. He sits down across the man and begins destroying the burger, fries, salad and soft drink before him. No moment is wasted. He could flee the scene and switch faces at any moment if that man tries to pull anything weird. A few minutes later, the boy slows down as his hunger is finally satiated. Still, he shoves some remaining fries in his mouth and finally looks up to face the man.

“What do you want from me?”, Isamu asks.

“Not even a hello?”, the man answers. “Ah, kids these days.”

Isamu narrows his eyes at him and bites into another fry.

“A few years ago I caught a mysterious illness," the man begins. “It caused my cornea to just” - he makes a flicking motion with his fingers - “fall off my eyes. My iris followed soon after. You can imagine my shock.”

Isamu shrugs and swallows the fry.

“Doctors told me that my eyes were completely destroyed, that I’d be blind for life. But against all odds, everything grew back the way it was. Except for one difference.”, he points at his silver irises. “That was Year Zero. You were probably born around that time, weren’t you?”

“I know where splinters came from, old man.” Isamu wipes his mouth with his sleeve and reaches for the straw in his soda cup. “You obviously want something. What? Have you been following me?”

“Guilty”, the man jokingly throws up his hands. “But I was about to reach that part before you interrupted me. Now, where was I - eyes, yes. As you pointed out correctly, I gained a splinter that day. A splinter that allows me to look at people and see the exact extent of their powers.”

Isamu stops playing with the straw. If that is true, this man knows what he can do. And he’d always be able to point Isamu out in a crowd, no matter what face the latter was wearing. Is he a cop? Is this an undercover operation? But why would the man tell him all that if he was about to put handcuffs on him anyway? This is strange. He’s trying to build rapport with Isamu, for whatever reason. Maybe to get him to confess to something?

“It’s amazing to watch it in real time.”, the man comments and brings Isamu back to reality. The boy’s hand shoots up to his face and touches fur. All those nervous thoughts had subconsciously turned him into some kind of animal. Isamu scowls and reveals sharp teeth.

“If you’re the real deal, then tell me what I can do.”

“Of course. Your splinter allows you to change everything above, um, right above here.” The man raises a finger and draws an invisible, horizontal line right above Isamu’s collarbones. “Human heads, animal heads, even fantastical creatures and monsters. The genetic makeup stays the same though, that might pose a problem if you leave evidence at the scene. And, hm, I can see that holding a head is kind of like flexing a muscle for you, it causes great discomfort if you have to do it for an extended period of time. Shifting shape brings you relief. Interesting…change as the natural state of self.”

He was good. Isamu decided that it was now time for the ultimate question: “And what does my original face look like?”

The man furrows his brows a bit and leans in closer. His silver irises, now finally visible up close, seem to be made up of countless thin rings in various metallic shades. His pupils jump from tiny to huge, like a camera lens.

“I don’t see one. You’ve been changing faces since before you were born, haven’t you?”

Isamu nods. His parents had convinced the doctors that his “original face” was one of the handful of approved appearances they forced him to emulate. And so, it was written down in all of his files.

"Anyways. I won’t waste any more of your time, buddy.” The man reaches into his bag, pulls out a simple white envelope and gently slides it over to the boy sitting across him.

“What’s that?”

“Keycard to a hotel room, so you can bathe and sleep in a real bed for a change. And a bus ticket, so you can reach it before it gets dark. And …”, he lightly taps the envelope once, twice, three times. “...the business card of the guy paying for all this. You might wanna give him a call if you feel like saying thanks. There’s a phone in the room, so no excuses!”

The man wags his finger and winks. Isamu presses his lips together and fixates his gaze on the envelope in front of him. The words that the man had spoken earlier, “...if you leave evidence at the scene…”, echo in his head. This envelope is obviously the ticket to a shady, mysterious, potentially even dangerous world. Whoever’s behind this needs Isamu and his splinter for something and he’s willing to pay handsomely.

“Sure. Maybe I will”, the boy says and pockets the envelope. The man says goodbye, pays for the food and leaves.

II.

“Hello?”

Isamu is sitting on the freshly made bed, phone in one hand and the business card in the other. “Atsushi Murakami - real estate” it says in simple black letters.

“Murakami real estate, this is Hakoda speaking, how may I help?”

“Oh. Um. I met with a man earlier who gave me a card and a hotel room key. He said to call this number. I don’t know his name, but he had silver eyes.”

��Of course”, the woman on the other line says, “I’ll connect you.”

Click. Music. Isamu stands up and begins to pace around the room. The fluffy bathrobe he’s wearing brushes comfortably against his skin with every step. He passes the bathroom door and peers inside to check on his dirty clothes. He can’t wash them, but airing them out next to the open window might at least get rid of some of the smell. Click. The music stops.

“Good evening. The young Isamu Yamamoto, I presume?” The voice sounds like it belongs to a strict middle aged man, perhaps a teacher or the boss of a company. Not someone to be messed with either way.

“Uh, that’s me. Yes.” Isamu doesn’t bother asking how the man knows his name.

“My name is Atsushi Murakami, nice to meet you. Is the hotel room to your liking? If you get up early tomorrow, you may also enjoy the excellent breakfast buffet.”

“Yes. Thank you, um, sir. I wanted to ask - why all this?”

“That’s a matter best discussed in person. But I will say this: I know who you are, I know what you’re running from and I know how to put your talents to good use. If you’re interested in hearing more, join me for dinner tomorrow at the “Grandieux”, 8pm sharp. It’s not far from your hotel, so you’ll make it in time.”

“Oh.” Isamu needs a moment to think. “Should I … look a certain way so you’ll recognize me?”

“That would help tremendously. How about tan skin, blonde hair and green eyes?”

“Tan skin? I can do tan skin, but everything below my collar will stay pale. It might attract attention.”

“A valid concern.”, the man says, “You’re free to choose the skin, then. I look forward to meeting you, Yamamoto. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

Click.

III.

Isamu is woken up by a loud knocking at the door. It’s the cleaning service, he needs to leave. On his way down to the lobby he sees a sign advertising the opening hours of the breakfast buffet, but a quick look at the big golden clock on the wall tells him that he had already missed everything by a long shot. Hunger gnaws at his stomach and makes his limbs heavy. The coins in his pocket only allow for a tiny candy bar from the vending machine in the lobby and it’s far from filling. He tries pickpocketing someone in the streets, but he draws too much attention to himself, forcing him to flee and change faces in a hurry. The hours go by painfully slowly and all the comfort and relaxation from the previous night at the hotel fade with each step on the cold, hard pavement. Then the rain starts. Isamu spends the remaining time wandering around a shopping mall and sipping water from the bathroom faucets.

Finally 8pm arrives. He’s hungry, tired and every bone in his body aches for a place to lie down. Despite everything he steps into the bright golden light illuminating the restaurant from the outside. A man stands at a desk right by the entrance.

“Do you have a reservation?”

“Isamu Yamamoto. I’m supposed to meet Mr. Murakami at 8pm.”, Isamu replies and silently begs all heavenly forces above to not let the receptionist kick him out after catching a whiff of his clothes.

“Right this way.”

The receptionist leads him to a door labeled “staff only”. Isamu briefly imagines a room full of wizard magic sticks before he’s greeted with yet another dining area, smaller this time. The windows are covered by thick red curtains and the door closing behind him seems to shut out much of the noise from the rest of the restaurant. The receptionist shows him to a table near the end of the room. That’s where Atsushi Murakami is sitting, Isamu presumes. He is a middle aged man with black hair and a prominent mole on his face. His attire, consisting of a suit and tie, is professional and clean. Another chair at the desk is occupied by a similarly clothed boy, about the age of six or seven maybe. The boy has blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin.

“Welcome, Yamamoto.”, Murakami says and reaches out to shake Isamu’s hand. “Sit down please. Are you hungry?”

Isamu nods. Murakami hands him the menu. It’s printed on heavy paper and there are no prices next to the fancy sounding menu items. A server appears out of nowhere, notebook in hand. Isamu raises an eyebrow and looks at Murakami, who nods encouragingly. Isamu orders. Out of the corner of his eye he can feel the boy staring at him.

“As you already know, my name is Atsushi Murakami. I own Murakami real estate, which is on its way to become one of the top players in Mirai City. But the real money doesn’t come from renting houses. It’s renting splinters.”

“Renting.”, Isamu says. “Renting to whom?”

“Anyone and everyone who needs a very specific solution to a very specific problem.”

“What “problem” would you use someone like me for?”, Isamu asks. Murakami nods.

“Shapeshifters are rare, even partial ones like you. You can be used for anything that involves a face - someone that the police will search for fruitlessly. If you grow up a bit, you’d make a menacing bank robber even.”

There it is. The confirmation that this really was something criminal. Something dangerous. Something that could potentially get him in prison, or worse, killed. All the signs were there, Isamu just needed confirmation.

“And what if that is not the life for me?”, he asks. Murakami shrugs and cuts into his steak.

“We all make choices. You can choose to go back to the streets, without parents, education or even a roof over your head. You can choose to report me to the police, but I’ll always have more dirt on you than you have on me. Or you can choose to leave everything behind and start working for me. My real estate business isn’t just for show - I’ll find you a nice place suited to your tastes and you’ll never have to sleep outside again.”

A woman approaches Murakami and leans down to whisper something in his ear. He nods and stands up. “Excuse me, Yamamoto, I need to step out for a second. Don’t let Yuu talk your ear off!”

Isamu and the boy, presumably Yuu, are left alone at the table. He looks at the kid and tries to force a smile, but the boy’s stare doesn’t waver. His eyes look tired and wide awake at the same time. It reminds Isamu of the kid in his class who always walked around in hoodies and long-sleeved shirts no matter the weather.

“Was that your dad?”, he asks the boy. The latter tilts his head for a second, then nods.

“He’s absolutely loaded, isn’t he?” The boy just looks at him silently.

“With money, I mean. Lots of money.”, Isamu adds. The boy understands and nods.

“Damn. Your room is probably stuffed to the brim with all the latest games and toys, huh?” The boy furrows his brows and shakes his head. This one sided conversation is making Isamu sweat nervously, and the boy’s piercing green gaze and overall miserable appearance doesn’t help. He never was good with kids, especially sad ones.

“Hey, how about this: What’s your favorite animal?”, he asks the boy.

“Lion.”, he answers with a thick accent.

“Alright”, Isamu says, “Let me show you a magic trick then. Close your eyes.”

The boy obeys.

“Now open them.”

The boy opens his eyes, wider and wider as he realizes what has happened: Isamu has changed his head into a lion’s, complete with a bushy brown mane that hangs over his shoulders.

Finally the boy’s stone cold expression shifts.

He smiles.

#buzzkill mirai #oc #oc lore

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mishy-mashy · 10 months ago

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Anyway I wrote about this in my fanfic notes but I think this is credible

En. He's a One For All user, young, and dies from being cut in half by All For One. He cries, but manages to pass on One For All to Nana with a smile, and hides Nana with his Quirk so she can escape.

So En. Sixth. This cutie patootie guy right here

He's been viewed as cool and collected and I'm gonna call a bit of bullshit on that.

First: he is young. He doesn't have the fullest emotional maturity (brain caps out in the mid-20s), and even if he did, he can still freak out. But that's not what I wanna talk about with him

It's more the time period in which he was born and grew up.

Kudo and Bruce, at the least, die 18 years before En receives One For All. En was born during All For One's rule, and grew up in a society struggling to cope with the new Abilities on top of Japan's crumble.

En was born at an anxious time, and grew up in the flames of it as society tried collecting itself. Since he was born while people were just barely adjusting to Abilities, and were flighty and shellshocked from the events, En was the same: used to Abilities, but quick to jump and flee. He was raised in a world like that, and thus was like the others of his time.

Look at En at his death. His Smokescreen is active. He died with his back turned. He was running away and using his Smokescreen as cover.

He later asks, fearful and stressed, why Midoriya/Ninth doesn't just run away. And Tomura calls him out on this. We'll go back to this later.

En is a product of the time he grew up—a time of trying to pick themselves up in the midst of civil war, shifting humanity, where no one trusted anyone and everyone ran to save themselves.

His Quirk is literally Smokescreen. There's no application to it beyond making smoke from the user's body to hide in. It obscures others' visions.

His Quirk hides him from others. That's its main function. He isn't as brave as the others. He's a coward when pushed into a corner. Nana describes his last smile in ch. 92 as this:

But All Might, who does this smile, describes it in ch. 1 as—

—tricking the fear inside of him. En is a combination of both; he smiled to reassure Nana, but was no doubt terrified, as he died running and got cut in half.

I imagine the reason En was the first One For All user shown passing off the Quirk with his hair was because he was too afraid to reach down and feel himself cut in half. He could've gotten the blood from there, but the cognitive dissonance alone of feeling air where your lower-half should be is terrifying as is.

By hiding her in his Smokescreen and giving his hair, En let Nana run away too, to safeguard herself and the Quirk. En ran, he made Nana run, and later on, he wants Midoriya/Ninth to run, even knowing there's no next user or chance to beat All For One/Tomura.

En knows All For One is powerful. He's scary. He killed Banjo-senpai, and Shinomori-san hid from him until he died of "old age". Everything is mustered in Midoriya/Ninth, but even then, En wants to run away because they realize they can be stolen and really die.

Now, going back a bit to [His Quirk is literally Smokescreen], they would've started calling Meta Abilities Quirks around the time En is growing up. All Might is alive somewhere when Nana receives One For All, and Meta Ability is the first term for Quirks.

Since Quirks are reflective of personality, and En was born in the coming down of the peak of fear that's trying to create some semblance of normalcy, it makes sense that, with his Smokescreen, he encourages Midoriya/Ninth to run. Because he did the same thing.

That's how he grew up, that's what he knows, it's the first thing he thought of when he realized they really were in danger. They were facing death in the eye.

Tomura/AFO even calls him out for this. Look at En's face when he's called out; he's scared of him. En is scared of just catching his attention.

The OFA vestiges know they can see into each others' realms. They wouldn't be surprised by this. They look into AFO's, they know AFO can do the same vice-versa.

Tomura is basically saying he's about to catch all the vestiges (rats) by their tails to make sure no one gets away this time.

Even if En was a vigilante or Pro Hero when he was alive (he's Banjo's kouhai, and Banjo was one of those), he has a faint heart when he feels cornered and running is an option, no matter how bad.

En acts calm and rational, and entered into the Vigilante/Pro Hero scene, but he is terrified when it comes down to it.

Like Kudo and Bruce with the Resistance, Shinomori with society's state then, and Banjo stepping up when Japan was "a lawless land", En is a product of the era he grew up; trying to find stability in a lawless land, where it was everyone for themselves.

#i try making a difference between using the terms Ability and Quirk #older generations like Kudo Bruce and Yoichi would refer to them as Abilities #but also Quirks are both the modern term and a personality thing #i hc En as 19 years old #chapter 411 made me think about his wanting to run away. i wondered before why his quirk is Smokescreen when all that does is hide people #en was the first vestige i really liked #i liked banjo when he first showed #right now im focused on the first Three tho #anyway i like all the vestiges #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #spoilers #en #ofa #afo #one for all #all for one #smokescreen #nana shimura #all might #yagi toshinori #izuku midoriya #anyway en is quick to run and will act on his fear #whats nice about ens quirk is that it doesnt hide just him. then the quirk would be something else like avoiding detection;#he can hide others with him #in the end En still decided to be a vigilante/Pro Hero so he does have a conscience/willingness to help and save others #he only gave up the ghost once Nana got his hair in her hand. once he knew OFA could keep living to win this fight one day #im not bashing en; i really like him and his character. him being afraid of death is something i like too; fear of death is realistic! nice #good job en sweetie youre doing great

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