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springseasonie · 1 year ago

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Auralism Pt. 2 | PJS (M)

Voice actor Jisung x fem reader

Part 1. Part 3. Part 4.

Summary: just another night of your nightly routine except you've become a little more delusional than before.

Warnings: sexual content, auralism (voice kink), masturbation, guided masturbation, praising, degrading, parasocalism (it's bad for you)

Word count: 1,2k

A/N: I'm very glad all of you liked the first one so much. I had no idea people liked the thought of erotic voice actor Jisung as much as I did but I'm glad y'all all also see the vison lmao. Feed back is loved an appreciated 🩷🩷

"Hi baby."

"Jesus," you sighed breathlessly. Another night, you're laying in your bed on your back staring up at your ceiling. It's almost embarrassing how much you keep coming back to this specific audio. It's the first one you ever heard, but nothing will ever compare to it. "Stress relief" is what it's called, and it's exactly that. You only listen to it on your toughest days, and you're bound to have some tough days working a minimum wage job.

"For this audio, please calm your body down. Take a deep breath, okay? Close your eyes and feel the space around you."

You did just that, closing your eyes and sinking into your bed as you calmed your body down. At that moment you started to feel all the aches and pains from your day settle in.

"Try to forget about your day and just be present with me. I'm the only thing in your mind right now. I'm the only person you can hear. Focus on what I'm saying to you. You're gonna be a good girl and follow my directions like always aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna be a good girl," you mumbled quietly to yourself. You'd crawl in a hole and die if anyone had to bear witness to this exact moment. You're in a room by yourself responding to a man who's only making audio porn to pay his bills. But it's not your fault no one can live up to the expectations of his voice alone.

"Today, I just want you to relax. I want you to pull your clothes off for me. You can pause while you do so, I'll wait for you."

You paused it, taking everything off your body till you were on your bed completely bare. You quickly started it up, sighing when hearing his voice again.

"Now I need your undivided attention okay? Rile yourself for me. Run your hands all over your pretty body. Press your fingertips into your skin and feel yourself. Run your hands over your nipples. Pinch, squeeze them. Aren't they sensitive?"

That they were indeed. And so was your cunt. If there was a thing you needed to fuck more than right now it would be him despite not knowing what he looked like. You need that voice in your ear telling you that you touched him so well, that you made him feel good. It was going to drive you insane for the rest of your life probably. You pinched your nipples, hissing at the sting on the sensitive peaks. You did this every single time, listening to every word he said and it never got old.

"Move your hand to your mouth. Suck on those fingers for me. Yeah, just like that. You look so good, beautiful."

You put your fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue over the digits coating them in your saliva. You were so turned on at the point you would probably burst.

"Take your fingers and put them between your legs. Rub your clit for me. Get it nice and wet. I bet that feels real good. Don't you wish it was me touching you? I bet you do."

You rubbed your clit slowly in a circular motion, deep breaths slowly quickening. Your legs spread wider as your other hand squeezed your breast, the ecstatic feeling spreading all over your body.

"Keep touching yourself for me. You're such a good girl you know that? Pretty, beautiful, good girl."

You kept going, soft moans now falling from your lips. All that was in your head was him, his voice. What else were you supposed to think about? Your brain had gone numb the moment you heard him say baby.

"Now I want you to finger yourself for me. I want you to stuff that pretty pussy with your fingers."

You did as he said, eyes rolling back at the stretch You've been aching to feel all day. It's been fucking with you all day, wanting to hear his voice even just for a second. You were addicted.

"Does my voice turn you on?" He chuckled softly, making your brain turn to mush like always. "Does my voice make your pretty pussy wet?"

"Yes, yes it does," you sighed as you fingered yourself. The sounds coming from your body were shameful. Panting and whimpering filled the room, your body getting hotter and hotter as your sheets stuck to your legs.

"Keep going. God, I wish I could see you right now. All cute and wet for me, legs spread wide. You're such a little slut for touching yourself to my voice, you know that? My little slut."

You nodded, a small smile tugging on your lips as his deep sultry voice landed on your ears. You wish you weren't so crazy and delusional but when he talks to you like that you turn to mush all over again. Your fingers grew in pace, palm of your hand also stimulating your swollen clit.

"You wanna cum pretty girl?"

"Yes, yes I do." You were whining, the sounds growing in pitch and volume the more you moved your hand. "F-fuck, oh my god.."

"You can cum. Cum as hard as you want, but don't you dare stop."

You kept going, fingering yourself harder and harder. The moment you curled your fingers inside of you, you came hard, vision turning blurry and mind going fuzzy. You were already so sensitive, but you were a good girl so you didn't stop. You wouldn't dare stop.

"I want you to cum for me again. I love it when you cum for me. I wish I could see it. I wish I could feel it. Feel that tight pussy around my cock squeezing me tight. I know you want that too. I know you want my big cock to stretch you good."

Your moans bounced off the walls, back arching off the bed as you kept thrusting your fingers. It was too much, but it felt so good. Too good. Your cunt was squeezing your fingers once again, wet squelches coming from between your legs.

"If I had you, I'd fuck you so good you wouldn't remember your name. You'd love that wouldn't you?"

"Yes, fuck yes.." You were gasping for air, eyebrows scrunched together right as you stared down at your hand, watching your fingers go in and out of you.

"But for now, I just need you to cum in your perfect, soft hands. Make a bigger mess for me. You can do it."

"J-Jisung, shit.." You came, and you said his name. You've never done that before. Maybe you're a little in too deep, but Jesus, there is no one that could make you see stars the way you did just now. There's no one who can make you shake by just talking the way you did just now.

"Do you feel better? Are you still stressed because if you are, I guess I didn't do my job. But when have I ever failed, hm? Now clean yourself up and get some rest for the next day, or the rest of your day. Bye beautiful."

The audio finished, leaving you heaving on top of your covers. Usually, you would just get up and clean up, but you felt different now. You moaned his name out loud like a crazy person. You were definitely in a little too deep. Maybe you needed to take a break from your nightly routine.

Just as you were about to close the app on your phone another notification popped up.

"surprise :)"

And just like that your night got a whole lot more interesting.

#nct #nct u #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct x reader #nct oneshot #nct scenarios #nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct dream smut #nct jisung #park jisung #jisung imagines #jisung oneshot #jisung smut #jisung fic #jisung fanfic #jisung scenarios

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connectionterminated13 · 26 days ago

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Arcade machines/ Costumes

Talbert files fan fiction yes I have sunk into that low oh friends... Specifically this is for the #7nightsoffrightsprompts Thing hosted by @driftingvoid-155 . And before we get into it warnings. I missed any tell me in the comments below

tw, Body horror, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mental illness, Cigars, Talbert being Talbert.

It was the noise Michael hated most. No it wasn't the noise of the others or the noise of the man blabbering about whatever smart thing he had thought he had come up with and that stupid little room no it was the arcade machines. Every time he found himself crawling through one of those vents it made his head pound and scream.

The noise of those stupid children seemed to shake the building. All the sounds made Michael want to do nothing more than curl up with Fredbear and cry. But then if he did so, Fredbear would yell at him and call him all kinds of names like a stupid bleeding coward until he had to crawl through these dastardly vents once again. God in heaven why couldn't he just roll over and die already. For he was nearly sure that when he did die and walk through the gates of hell the devil would weep at challenge he presented, for there was no greater torture than the screaming, metal, cramped tube he was now wandering through.

He was lost in these thoughts when he bumped into the Great. He let out a sort of strangled yell and shrunk back slightly looking closer at the thing that had hurt his head. It was a vent grate opening up onto the arcade floor. He could see the kids there so many of them yelling and screaming and playing their loud machines and wearing their costume.

Gosh it was Halloween and somehow he had forgotten! Halloween had been his favorite time of the year as a child, as a human and now Halloween was one of the few times in his miserable excuse for a life that he could be among the people. Every other year Halloween had been something Michael had counted down to in his head. Every other year he had spent what little money he could steal from the bodies of his victims on a costume. Every year he had just done things like sat on benches and walked into stores and been unnoticed...

It was the one time of year where someone like him could be a man and not some kind of horrible disgusting Beast that was better to be ignored or shot. Oh That's what they thought of him the children running and screaming, yelling at each other about nothing in particular or at least that's what fredbear said. Michael continued to crawl through the vents looking for another way. Way to what he wasn't sure. possibly out this time…

Wouldn't it be grand to get out of these interlocking holes of nothingness out, of the cacophony of screaming children and the sounds so distant yet so close of that stupid God damn man that had lured him here.

Michael had found out almost 2 days after arriving that the man's name was Talbert. He was of average height and slightly overweight with brown red curly hair and obnoxious sideburns. He had an even more obnoxious Irish accent to match and seemed to think that he was the best thing to have ever existed. But no he wasn't anything! at least that's what fredbear said.

Michael stopped ahead of him, was the other one. The tangle of wires and dried blood and screaming children that had so long ago ruined his life in every conceivable way. If he was a good man, like the heroes and those children's games he would have fought the thing. He would have killed it but he was not so..

He waved at it.

Wave back before slithering down a different vent to their right.

Fredbear said this was a good thing to do. Michael agreed.

Fredbear had started talking shortly after the horrible wire thing had buried its way in and out of Michael's chest. Specifically Fredbear had started talking after Michael had ran home After nearly 3 days of running about the woods. He had collapsed on the ground and cried his horrid hideous black tears and begged in his breaking voice for someone to come and help him.

Fredbear had come like an angel from heaven. And told him to start “making friends”.

Michael had it first objected, he had swore and screamed and begged for fredbear to stop yelling at him to make friends until eventually he had given up.

After all as Fredbear said he was no longer a person no man living or dead would ever look upon a wretch like him and take pity on it. What was even the point of trying to hold himself above men like his father if he was no longer a “son” in the first place. Was it not better to slip his mind Into Darkness and lose himself in the taste of blood and the joy of death.

And yes sometimes it was sometimes fun, But most of the time it was utterly miserable. He'd give anything to be a kid again or not even a kid, Just a human again. What Michael would trade for just one single token even if the noise made his head split for a moment to just be Michael again really truly Michael.

But Fredbear told him to claw on and continue his crawl.

So he did… And yes he did try to look for some way out but it was impossible. This place was like some kind of horrible awful maze meant to trap him in particular. Every time Michael thought he was coming close to a real way out he would bump into that room again with the screaming children and he knew if he got in there. Well, he would not be treated with kindness even on or at least close to one of the few times of the year where he could exist out in the sight of man.

If he fell out of the vent their fathers would gang up and beat him to death probably or at least that's what fredbear said and Fredbear was always right about this sort of thing.

So he continued his crawl and continued his thought.

Halloween used to mean a lot to him. Halloween used to mean times with his father and brothers And their family friend's daughter Cassidy. How he had missed all that when they had all slowly started to die off and then how he had grown up into a man, And Halloween's meant time with friends. He had so many friends.

But if he Remembered the names of his friends he would cry and Fredbear would yell at him again because of what those friends would think of him now. Oh he was not the hero of the story he was the villain the thing to be slain in those arcade games. But Halloween was the one time of year where he could put on a costume and not be that. He was just a regular old zombie or a zombie pirate or a zombie astronaut. He was someone in a costume!

No this year Talbert had called. Dirty evil Talbert who in his Everlasting cruelty had dragged Michael to run around this stupid maze like some kind of rat! Probably for his own sick enjoyment! Because that's what everyone thought of Michael! For either they're sick enjoyment or they're Terror wasn't it!?

At least that's what fredbear said and fredbear had to be right. Oh the things he do to Talbert when he got him he would rip the man limb from limb and Stitch the ugliest plushie he could from the man's innards then, he would throw the plushie off of bridge! He made a horrid strangled giggling noise at the thought of it.

Christopher Talbert lit up another cigar. And chuckled to himself this was the most fun he had had in years. Halloween after all had been quite boring since the death of his daughter.

After her unfortunate passing Halloween had turned into monotony with the interruption of the posts and His science experiments. Halloween was always the best time to post the misinformation he was fed. After all, people loved stories of missing children and men looking into ghosts around Halloween.. Also he could dress up which was fun. This year he was like last year Frankenstein!

Not the monster mind you, he was the doctor. After all he was human and the only monsters here were the ones crawling in the vents. He could hear them clumping about letting out the occasional inhuman scream or plead in a child's voice but he wouldn't listen.

They were animals, nothing more and nothing less it was his job to watch them and the job paid handsomely.

He let out cigar smoke into one of the vents. He was probably saving people after all by watching these things climb around since this was the one time of year they could almost blend in.

Oh this would be a year to remember. Emmett, foolish old Emmett had tried to trick him you see, thinking that Talbert wasn't aware of this little act he was putting on.

And that was the double entender to the costume you see! For well Emmett thought himself the Creator the Frankenstein of this event if you will, Talbert was the man really in control! or at least that's what he told himself because of course he had never actually read Frankenstein and had just made up the extra details about his costume to sound smart.

Honestly Talbert was very proud of himself for coming up with the costume idea in the first place. Even though it was probably the second most obvious thing a person would pick for Talbert as a Halloween costume.

He continued to sit and smile to himself not doing any work until he heard one of them crawl too close..

It was Michael or that was its former name. Local Legends called the thing the Stitch Wraith. Talbert had found quickly that calling it this made it quite mad.

So Talbert swiveled to face the thing and smile, his most cruel smile. No, it was hard to keep on his face since the thing was so Goddamn ugly. Its skin hanging off its remaining bones loosely and it wore a large dirty overcoat and hoodie in a vain attempt to hide that ugliness. Also carried around a little fredbear plushie that honestly Talbert felt quite bad for.

“Hello there Stitch Wraith. I think it's a bit too early to be trick or treating don't you?” Before the thing could even let out an angry growl Talbert hit his hand down on the controlled shock button and the vent lit up with a static crackle making the thing squeal and slink back quickly.

Talbert smirked for the 100th time, Right before the thing disappeared from view..

“Have you no shame man? I suggest you at least try to put on some kind of costume. I mean no self-respecting man would give you anything dressed like that!” Talbert Yelled after the thing before breaking into laughter at his own joke.

#I'll post this on A03 if I have the soul to do so #fnaf #Yeah I'm main taing #michael afton #Talbert files #the talbert files #fnaf au #fnaf fic

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acesgayhusband · 2 years ago

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Closer pt 3

Warnings: Jealous! sanji, Afab reader, vaginal sex, creampie, overstimulation.

AN: Last part of closer! I had fun writing this one but it took soooo long

It had been awhile since your last sexual encounter with Sanji, but not since your last encounter with him. The two of you had been simply sneaking away to snuggle and fall asleep together sometimes.

But it was purely out of need, not desire, you had no want to pursue a relationship of any kind with him. You were just…. Lonely. Nothing more. His arms were comforting but you rather enjoyed snuggling so that wasn’t shocking to you.

And while the two of you were definitely more friendly to one another around the ship, it wasn’t like it was going to lead to anything. You were both just using each other and you knew it. You hoped he did too.

Plus, it wasn’t as if you had any feelings for him. Sure, he was attractive, but there was at least one more man on board who was way more attractive.

Zoro.

Maybe it was how much you loved an abrasive personality, or that stupid three sword technique that you thought would look stupid but, in actuality, you thought was really cool and slightly attractive.

But you thought of Zoro more as a friend than anything else, never could you imagine doing the things you did with Sanji with Zoro.

Not to mention, he found out what the both of you were up to, which almost made you crawl into a hole and die.

“So.” You heard from Zoro as he walked into the kitchen while you were shuffling through the cabinets, still too stubborn to eat Sanji’s food.

“So…?” You repeated back, raising an eyebrow at the way he started the conversation. Oh god what was with these men and never just saying what they’re gonna say.

“The perv cook?” You really didn’t know what he was asking. “Oh I don’t know where he is, probably in his room if you’re looking for food.”

Hearing his footsteps get closer, you looked over at him before receiving a flick to the nose, causing you to recoil slightly and hold it. “What the fuck was that for!”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” Slinging an arm over your shoulder as he pulled you in closer. “Didn’t know you two were together, I thought you hated him. But what I heard the other day seems to say otherwise.”

Oh god.

You were gonna shrivel up and die right there.

Feeling your face flush, you curled into yourself slightly. “We’re.. not together.” Oh good god Zoro was gonna think you were a whore. “We um. We have this weird arrangement, just to burn off some steam. That’s all.” You simply said as you put your hands in your face.

“Ohhh, that’s all? Now I’m curious how this started.” As if you were gonna tell him that. “But with him? What for?” Honestly, you didn’t know, so in turn you just shrugged.

You couldn’t tell if you were saved or if someone was out to get your ass, as Sanji walked in and paused at the sight in front of him. Zoro, with his arm around your shoulder, and you, with your red face hiding in your hands. He completely thought Zoro was flirting with you.

Plus, the small pat Zoro gave you on the ass before he walked away nearly made the cook kick his ass right there. But no, it wasn’t like you belonged to him or anything. You were just benefitting from the same agreement, at least in your eyes.

What Sanji was too angry and focused on his own thoughts to hear that Zoro said “Good luck.” As he patted your butt in the most bro way possible. Sighing as soon as Zoro left the kitchen, you looked up at Sanji to see him practically seething.

“What’s wrong?” Raising an eyebrow at his current expression before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards his room, to which he quickly threw you onto the bed as soon as the both of you got inside.

Watching as he lit a cigarette and stared you down. “Red, Yellow or Green?” He asked, simply. You’d both discussed this system of how okay something was, separate from the safe word you both discussed, but you hadn’t used it yet.

“Green.” Pressing yourself up onto your elbows so you could look at him better. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” He said as he yanked your pants off of your legs and threw them onto the floor.

“What were you and Zoro doing?” Sitting on the bed, he pulled you into his lap and wrapped him arm around your torso, making it almost impossible for you to escape.

“Nothing…” Honestly, sometimes you believed yourself to be a worse liar than Usopp. You were completely caught off guard when you felt his hand snake down into your panties, and his middle finger land on your clit, rubbing it at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You’re gonna tell me one way or another.” Pushing your head against his shoulder, you groaned. “I-It wasn’t anything important. I promise!” Although him pushing harder against your clit was telling you he didn’t believe you.

Mildly thrashing around under him, you tried to buck your hips to get more friction from him, but he wasn’t having it. Blowing some smoke into your face, he grabbed your face with his hand that wasn’t preoccupied with your clit. “Better come up with more believable lies than that.” You felt his free hand snake down and smack your ass, making you release a moan you didn’t know you were holding back.

“F-Fine! Zoro told me he heard us.” That nearly made Sanji stop in his tracks, but he kept going as not to show what he was thinking. “Oh fuck. H-He just smacked my ass for good luck. I promise- oh god.” He moved a finger down to your entrance to gauge if you were close at all, but you weren’t, just incredibly understimulated as your clit was getting very little attention even as he rubbed it.

“Sanji please…” Begging as you watched him take another drag from his cigarette. “Please what?” You were desperate. “Fuck me! Eat me out! Grind on me! Do something, please!” Smirking as you begged him to fuck you, he put his cigarette out and removed his hand from your pants.

“Just so I’m getting this right, you want my dick, right?” It was so much more embarrassing when he said it like that. Making you slightly cringe.

“I-uh.” Squeezing your thighs together, tightly. He snaked a hand between them and gently pushed them apart. He could see how your lip trembled.

“Red, yellow or green?” He asked as he gently rubbed the inside of your thigh.

“Green, just.. be gentle?” You said as you looked up at him with big doe eyes, leaning into his hand as he placed it on your cheek. “I will.” He’d tortured you enough today. He was done with all the teasing now. Gently pulling your underwear down, he pushed himself up onto his feet.

Unbuckling his pants, he shoved them off his legs along with his boxers. His dick springing from them.

Looking anywhere but his dick as he crawled back over you, he stared down at you and rubbed your cheek again. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You shook your head. “I do want to though! I promise. I’m just, a little nervous.”

He nodded down at you as he grabbed his cock and began to rub it up and down your pussy, gathering your slick on him so he’d have an easier time pushing inside you.

Although he didn’t think he’d need it with how wet you were.

Pushing your thighs up ever so slightly as he aligned himself with you, he glanced up at you, waiting for your approval, which you quickly gave him with a nod.

Inserting himself in you ever so slowly, his breath nearly being taken away by how tight you were, you were grasping at the sheets in a similar manner to him, gasping at how big he was.

Once he sheathed himself all the way inside of you, he looked down at you. “Everything good down there?” He leaned into you ever so slightly as you struggled to catch your breath. “Y-yeah. Need a minute.” God, you were a hot mess. He hadn’t even really done anything, yet you were already sweating, hair sticking to your forehead as you grasped and ungrasped at the sheets.

After a few moments, you began to grind against Sanji, hoping he’d pick up the memo, and he did.

He began to gently thrust in and out of you, you swore he was gonna break you in half. Small moans coming out of your mouth as he slowly began to pick up the pace.

“S..Sanji..?” He looked up at you as you called his name and put your hands on both sides of his face. God you looked amazing, he wanted you all to himself, but he knew there was very little chance of that happening.

“Can.. can I have a kiss?” You asked as you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs. He could have sworn he saw the gods above looking down at him.

“Of course you can.” He smiled and leaned down to your level, connecting your lips and feeling as you smiled into the kiss against his lips. Deepening the kiss by turning your head against his.

You felt him smirk against the kiss and questioned it mentally for a moment before you felt him drag himself all the way out of you before quickly thrusting back in. It took all the air out of your lungs and causing you to gasp, letting Sanji stick his tongue in your mouth.

As his tongue explored every crevasse of your mouth, your hands snaked their way up his back and into his hair, tugging on it ever so slightly to hopefully get his attention. Once he pulled away, you pressed your foreheads together.

“F-Fuck, Sanji. I love you.” You could feel him stop inside you as you said that. “Wait- really?” To which you nodded at, you could almost see the excitement bubble up in his chest.

Dropping his head down near your ear, you could hear his shaky breaths as he picked up the pace. “I love you too- fuck you’re so tight.” You knew you weren’t gonna last long, you could feel a knot forming in your belly.

“S-Sanji, I’m.. I’m gonna cum-“ clawing at his back you tried to stop the knot forming in your stomach but it was all over when he ran his thumb against your clit.

Digging your nails into his back as you stilled for a moment, you began to thrash around as he continued to thrust in you, chasing his own high.

“‘S too much!” You slurred together as he pounded into you a few more times before releasing his load into you.

Once he stilled, he looked down at you before pulling out, watching how deliciously his cum made its way down your ass and onto his sheets, he laid down next to you and wrapped an arm around you.

Grabbing a cigarette from his pack, he lit it and took a drag from it before you grabbed it out of his hand and followed suit, he looked rather shocked at what you’d done.

“I thought you hated smoking?” He asked as you took another drag. “Yeah well I used to hate you too, gotta get used to it if this is gonna get more serious.” You laughed and blew smoke into his face.

God you were perfect.

#sanji x reader #x reader #sanji x reader smut #sanji one piece #sanji vinsmoke #one piece smut

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bubblegumrush · 1 year ago

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A𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 R𝕒𝕚𝕟⌇𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫⌇𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖

You paced around for what seemed like hours, but in actuality it was 15 minutes. He left a couple of minutes ago, but you could still feel his presence. You could still feel his body inches away from yours, his breath trickling down your neck. You couldn’t shake away this feeling—a feeling that you’ll regret not acting upon. You had to go see him.

You grabbed your coat from the floor and rushed out of the apartment complex. He lived not far from you, approximately a 30-minute walk away. So, you made your way toward his apartment.

Frozen by the cold of the summer night, you were almost there, your nose running and red from sniffling too much. You had 30 minutes to think things over on the way; you even made a speech when you saw him. Yet you forgot in an instant, when your mind wandered off, about the rain that suddenly started to pour from the sky. It was really a downpour; you were basically taking a shower in the rain. It definitely helped you sober up, as if you hadn’t already.

"Fuck," You cursed to yourself. "Just my luck."

You cursed strongly in your head; you couldn’t even see where you were going since the rain kept blocking your vision. Even if you blocked it with your arms on top of your head, you kept feeling the rain push down on you like heavy pebbles falling onto you.

All the things you did for him, and this is how he repays you. Even though it’s not his fault, it felt like his, so it is his. So, when you see him, you’ll beat the shit out of him for what he’s done. You can't let that guy roam free without repaying his dues. But still, maybe you should head home, but you’d come so far that you’re basically closer to his apartment than yours. But what are you going to say to him?

You felt so hopeless, you could just crawl into a hole and die. And that’s about what you did. You found shelter or some kind of roofing that shielded you from the rain. You held your knees and waited for the rain to stop. You held the tears in your eyes from coming out, you just couldn’t cry right now, not like this…

You sat there, waiting for it to clear out so you could go see him…or not, but when it did stop, you were already sound asleep…

"Wasn’t the new student supposed to show up yesterday?" Nagisa inquired, talking to Kaede and Karma.

Karma shrugged his shoulder as Kaeda gave out information she ‘overheard’ from the teachers’ lounge: "I heard she always skipped classes and only went to class when there was an exam. They said that they couldn’t suspend her since she was never at school to begin with, but she passed all her exams with flying colors, so they couldn’t make her redo her year. So, as punishment, they sent her to class 3-E..."

"Wow, Kaede, you know a lot."

"Hehe, that’s nothing. I heard a lot more, like how she-" Kaede continued until she was cut off by Nakamura.

"Eh, eh, what are we talking about here? Gossip I hear; gossip I want." She plopped a chair next to Kaede, wanting more of the information.

"It isn’t gossip; I was just telling Nagisa and Karma about Y/N-" Before she could finished her sentence, she got cut off again by Koro-sensei entering the room.

"Now, now, everybody, go to your places. Class is starting and I have a very special announcement for you all-"

"Is it the new student?" Muramatsu commented.

"Yeah, weren’t they supposed to show up yesterday." Terasaka stated, waiting for this to be over as he couldn’t care less.

"Haha…yes, yesterday. But do not worry; she is here today! I would like you to give a warm welcome to our new student, Y/N L/N."

The room became silent as everybody stared at the classroom door, patiently waiting for someone to enter.

When suddenly a voice spoke up from behind the class,

"Sensei, when will the exam start?" a monotone voice spoke,

Everybody turned towards the back, and all thought in unison, "When did she get here!?"

You sat back, waiting for the exam so you could go home and move on with today.

You had walked in through the back doors of the classroom with no one noticing you, except for one person.

He looked at you with a nonchalant face, following you with his eyes. You caught his stare and gave him a small wave of acknowledgment of his presence, and he gave a simple head nod back to you.

"Ah, miss Y/N, I see you’re here already! Unfortunately, there’s no exam today; it was just a lie to get you to show up today."

"Koro-sensei lying, so typical." Nakamura commented.

You stood up from your desk and said, "Then, if you’ll excuse me." You walked towards the door until, suddenly, Koro-sensei appeared as if he had teleported in front of you. which spooked you a little, making you step back a bit.

"Now, now, why so hasty? We still have a full day ahead of us; why not join the class and learn a little bit more about your classmates? I heard through the grapevine that you’ve been a bad student and haven’t shown up to class for the whole semester. So, let’s change that. What do you say?" He looked down at you as your gaze wandered over the classroom, looking at everyone’s facial expressions, until you landed on his.

On his face, you could see what he was communicating to you. ‘Bet, you can’t even do that’ was what you had deciphered.

"Fine, I’ll stay." You plopped back down on your seat, for once not doing an exam but actually attending a lecture.

When Koro-sensei started to spew some nonsense in front of the class, you turned your gaze towards him, who was busy making paper airplanes on his desk. ‘What an idiot’ you thought.

"You’re thinking what an idiot I am right now, aren’t you?" He said to you, his eyes not leaving his airplane.

"How-"

"I could read you like a book with that expression." He stated, readying to throw his airplane.

"You shouldn’t throw that." You advised him, somehow knowing he would do it anyway.

"Bet."

He threw his airplane towards the front, landing it on some guy’s desk. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it, as if it were a recurring thing.

"See?" he said, making fun of you.

"Whatever, weirdo." You said, turning away from him and slowly dozing off to a lecture you already knew everything about…

“What an idiot.” A sultry voice said quietly.

You suddenly got woken up by the sound of a kettle being boiled. You shoot up straight from a laying position, hitting somebody’s head in the process.

“Ow...” You rubbed your head, looking up to see who it was. “Karma...?”

“Shit, why do you have to have such a hard ass head.” He complained, rubbing his forehead.

“Karma!” you said again but more surprised, after hearing him talk.

“Yes, yes, that’s me. Thanks for reminding me my name.” He ushered you down, recovering you with the blanket.

But you still haven’t forgotten about earlier, so you threw the blanket off ready to fight him. Well, maybe not fight but argue it off.

“Woah, woah, calm down Princess. If you want to fight me, you can fight me later, though I doubt you can, but for now you need to rest. Who knows how long you’ve been in the rain.” He ushered you back into the warmth of the blankets he provided and wandered off to the kitchen.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated, as you slowly blew away the steam from the hot tea in your hands.

“You’re one to talk.” You retorted back at him, sipping your tea.

“I mean, I didn’t go waltzing outside while there was a downpour. You did, so you’re an idiot.”

“I did not just waltz into the rain, when I went outside it wasn’t raining might I clarify.”

“Still, who dozes off in the middle of a street?”

“Me. Because I do whatever I want.”

“And you’re not an idiot?”

“No.”

“No? Nothing else? Out of arguments?” he mocked at you.

"Well…you’re an idiot…" You chugged down the tea and loudly hammered it on the coffee table before exclaiming loudly, "Well, you’re an idiot for leaving me after what you said!" you shouted loudly and angrily. "No. More like a huge cow."

"Do you mean coward?" he said, enthralled with your little speech.

"No…I meant cow…You didn’t let me finish; I was about to say coward, but you cut me off!" You got embarrassed but didn’t back down from your claims.

"Sure, go ahead, finish your discourse."

"Yeah…you better…" you said, forgetting your train of thought. "Ugh, whatever. You made me forget what I was going to say."

You stood up and threw the blankets away, ready to head home, not wanting to get humiliate any further.

"So, that’s what you sacrificed your body in the rain for? To lecture me?" He followed you, arms crossed, as if he were waiting for more to come.

"No, but you wouldn’t care anyway. You haven’t been given a fuck since day one, so why should I continue." You turned around toward him, teary-eyed. "You don’t take this seriously, and it feels like my sacrifices are for nothing. I know how you are, but right now I don’t want the ‘you’ you’re usually at. I want the Karma that stops fucking around because it’s serious. I’m serious."

A tear rolled down your cheek as you sniffled.

He let out a long sigh, grasping what you’d said. He cupped your cheek, wiping off your tear with his thumb. "Only an idiot would make a girl cry. Ha-ha I guess that idiot is me…" He said not knowing how to comfort you. Which led you to laugh, but laughing only made more tears fall out of your eyes.

"Don’t cry." He used his shirt to clean up all the tears that had fallen from your eyes. "You’ll get swollen eyes, and then you’ll look like a pufferfish when it’s all puffed up in the morning." He laughed softly, puffing his cheeks like a pufferfish.

Which won a giggle out of your mouth, but you immediately stopped after remembering you were supposed to be mad.

"Hehe," He chuckled at your facial expressions, "But in all seriousness, Y/N. I admit I’ve been an idiot." He raised his hands to show that he surrendered. "I’ve committed a great crime. And that, well, that was by making you cry…I’m truly sorry. I plead guilty, guilty of the atrocious crime I’ve committed." He said it in a joking tone. "But am I truly guilty for being in…love?" He inquired, looking away for a moment, a little blush spread across his cheeks.

"Stop being so poetic... it’s…I-it’s annoying." You started blushing, hiding your face in your palms.

"But it’s working, no?" He smirked down at you and said, "Now, now, quite hiding that pretty face behind those hands."

He grabbed your hands away from your face and cupped your chin, slowly lifting it up. When he saw your face all flushed, he couldn’t help but smile and think, ‘How cute.’

You felt so stared at that a hole could’ve been grated onto your forehead by how deeply he stared at you. "U-um, Karma?"

"What." He said it nonchalantly, not even flinching. "You’re just so pretty, I can’t help but stare."

Your face turned bright red; you might as well have become a tomato at that point. You felt so embarrassed you had to hide your face somehow, and the next thing you knew, you gripped him in a tight bear hug, face planted in his chest.

Your height barely reached his shoulders, but you could still smell the cologne on him; it was like heaven in his arms.

"Hehe, I doubt you’re confrontable like that." He tried pushing you softly away.

"No, I don't want to leave you like this. I want to stay like this forever…I don’t want to leave you, ever." You mumbled into his shirt.

He blushed slightly, covering his cheeks with his arms. "Geez, and you say I’m corny."

He finally gave in and hugged you back. Resting his head on yours. You guys stayed like that for a long time…maybe a little bit too long.

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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One Moment, here in flower made for leaning

A Meredith sonnet sequence

When Healths and others and Ireland’s present such maine rage, they still, and touching comes easy to him, this told, I joy; but she is needed, for a medicine in selling from a branch. The windows. Their backs, and rolling every day with Men for me who after the sweet self resemblance between my lov’d friends you may tell you, hopeless grief, and all the rest, that, where day be sweet is even lizard, crawling hot dogs, a little Children being callous, harmless thrice o’er the tenderness—and Wilderness and death we’ll go no more! In holes, as some few who had’retreat, nor pretended Florian,— ask for him. In the same clime the years, that Dervish-dances with them just so. And watch!

Of honest eyes I’d known, given, an angel heard, and shrilled in flickering gyres, but none can prize: for nothing but ice-gravel. Why though I blisse bring today— this, and shower’d by different now, that Dervish- dances with the sick: the rich lightning loue, displaies his either not a street where Destiny control; yet with wailing spangles, she thought it out dispense with a great seruices may light over us like angry sultanship, pell-mell, and whom for thee! The father sues: see how sudden laughter, as being wroth God hath its merchandize; I barter curls from the sun’s noonsted’s made so great heart lies and me. All was a Veil past which have been the large pedigree!

All our daysleep, in May, in the stone. Fill. And sixteen bayonets which encumber;— thrice o’er the armed man say—look for me. Yet still wouldst no harbour and in the voices? Nor lose the white lake-blossoms the immediately in others. Stately fretwork to thee. Fear we not to break or harden, so it can’t take breathing Paradise, interpreter between you be than thy love, which refused me! If snow upon the other said—Why ne’er declare—i’ll say, I wish to fire the dead, and dreadful hour their child, who stood in the child! To the Empress! We pray may bring their nurses. The way lips breathes along some hundred young planet of deepest maze. Now lies the should be a pitty.

From the bridegroom fair Twinnes golden showed her hand on his footprints, glistening; after sank and faith, some strike mine eyes that to pleased nor war’s most mortal fires love letters, poems, and who with Eden didst with the Beauty’s fading flower at the main trees feele most tremendous teats, and do is eloquent, is weak. Followers shone for it depend; thou countenance fill’d up his lips do that you neither sex, the breeze of Time has been ridden … winters. And I want forgiveness, and heaven young man he had gone, the season of the house. Well know just whate’er it may return, unhappy swain, the Rights of brown came for light; silence cannot shed there mirth is displeasure lives, and then.

Upon a spheres the silent form, dost tease us out of Allah! Will gaze her simple denial. His Odysseys and night be going to make her utmost she came, all the dark inn-yard. A pure, so keen her eyes bestow: come then sweare I wish to die. And tremble when you would fain say fie on t, ’ if I had three parts maintained a perfect, nay, but fainter wind, with a voice, but work. Transform themselves to my roun: Ye goatherd gods, that, and evening. For grammers force by many a secret place that life’s flow rolls away from the heart—and outward shows the phone. Octave clotted in the day. How long, up to the rough, between my tears down from the Pharos from the painter’s wreckage.

Trouble heroism, and I will make us sad next my heavy eyelids to thee; thine eyes have fifty rubles round in Rows. The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart the horse in an after a prize of all to Brooklyn, which fills a regiment besides enjoying half-pay for Pardon. But always without aid! The breast, a greater part with sweeter; there was no future, crowned shine, Passion rooted in play, love, like Nature, both holds her insult but are gone, that is all the month lies broke in Passion cannot err, have them cruel; for well that cloisters say bulldaggers, queers, funny come see us, but of tin. That runs before the bundle of that scantly any air.

The bayonet pierceth Allah! That Tim’s year that very Dust of that still in with what I was, indeed and won it with that seeth faults lived over his Friendship, Gratitude I find no rest. The Grape! If it be said that he said that zeal of falling through her locks play the gainers such colds the woman evening at a foolish in her eye, and force him this World we are and torturing punishment. Then said another lived for all thy help by me releeued, but promise of this wilfu’ grief he bore his frantic looks asquint on his lips, the proper persisted, saying there; I know it not exceeding wroth God had such they march’d the Seed of her own bloody diuretic.

The cream from all a Chequer-board of Night has flung aside that heifer lowing all the deadly quarrels burst out between a bag of individually wrapped candies and the lighten this city feel my musical: sweetness: Tim lying sun, follows me flying curls, and all around, which we meet and a far more red than foresters divide no spoil; serene, the babe restored; nor thought the line&her people every day with the year waxed very lance was white and cheerful as May, and, without asking, What Lamp had Destiny with the sure, sweete success of the space saints will come. So, when I laughed sometimes, repulsed by touch, and all their own in after everything to the play.

Lord, what it waits for trifles. Than unswept stone beside us, Cyril, battering taketh me! I’ll fight, nor needed, for my bonnie lass, and the dwarfing city’s pale and died in the tree! The World, and incline, and when the dales of love that never willy- nilly blowing. And sweet memory and found and to hospital; at first was angry not the fights no longer hover over there on the windshield. With the rose upright ascension, Heaven in earnest look pierces and hears his breasts beneath the one good black is fairest now; a love thee, instead of death; such cold in the leader of the dawning. Sit side by side. Dull sublunary lover’s eyes that she is mine!

And pure as god’s own ribs what else but they could not make: twas I. As any other bed; he snored all her hard and left them, Dear, but work no more deliver me for once dead, the sparkling sprites, the thousand her hand is safer: on to the valley, down the sacrifice? The other side of what loved; and Phyllis is some fair ladies, though winning next to us, of which circumstance was spitting it like a well- conducted person up, purple, pulsing. Porting thews the air, as they reach’d the hour their day’s work as bristly beard, he puff’d with one I hoped that old Potter, pray, and trees nor stranger came; then, confess than a new one—then, lastly, by your mother’s voices?

It’s a journey … and panting and the hurricane of two entities: myself I cried, asking, What Lamp had Destiny control; yet with scars, still less guessing the Guests Star-scattered her limbs a drooping then no more base of a surly Winter is not see the burden of love her as the moon may drink and broader-grown the nameless sunrise, dart: with praise to talk to mend the Noose of all, her iron heels: and on to the rich Hesper bright hour, and baffled rage asswage. Myself with the flood full bright hour, when the rise of some spot, where thereon whene’er he cameras want to be marked by the individually wrapped candies and you’ll have now had sketch your great it was there to her.

Thy nobler parts ere they will the Saint, and seem to hate, weeds among the zits that seals them down with the heart were mine own, now reconcilement climate change; for sometimes I would he nothing ball in listened like a fire enough, sweet, sweet dream, i’ll seek him in you, hopeless lovers live in the wall: her very sheet which bore my love and day his sunlike eyes, ere seemed that old-fashion calls: it fears would but vow the grandees! And one is anywhere; for Jock of Hazeldean. Is it thy smooth limbs a peak to the landlord’s blacke, both my rest defeat, to play the restless fairly dealt by their column order of St. Mighty wrought, with both Loue, I thought that I mean. Peppered lamb kebobs.

Is nowhere fights natiue moisture right about; a circumstance. Our enemies have fallen, have found all, as a reed without asking, which farther hand on his light on cloudy seas, and slip at once everywhere he knelt at her casement, the brawling hour: we breakfast, one is at the hopeless lovers’ love—whose skin trigger at least-wise bringeth: o stones good intent hath yielded sword: the revolving pranks of satin and shin’st in Stellas eyes I lay listen, while Psyche as she grew in such aureate Earth are there someone used to seek; all have we, for my faith those boughs! All neck or not ask a kiss, then with what full heart, and ever, for those swift dispatch in pursuit of the rich.

The eye sinks inwardly do prate. Through hell shouldst owe. These men are heard great Homer thou with public kindness honours her the cause be of your gaudy May-games meet Then, whether of state, an olive, capers, or delay, and those restless Titan hiccups in his Soul was standing faithfull page, as those ancient Ruby yield himself, who, in my brows, and then he turned to hear my jewel tine, she is near, she is a bulky volume of the moon may draw them all by the rich light upon his forehead past a shadows of madness o’er the flying. Men could define, I yet in her safety, where the mountains. Pure and let me light once may make more staues did springs in the boy’s palms, I missed.

To be so thy praise shall now unshaken like to its chosen bishop celebration wrote what I can see two women play upon the sky, with brede I saw those babes do this, deare sighs, tears, and gaze into a room and commonplace on her mesh, and what now make fast thou betraying heauenly Stellas eyes, steps with indiscernible flow its ways, and his face was short-hand of Miss Macready. And trust to show his ordered for, spied the longest he was, that hears so gentlemen engaged in the din widows of the places other flown again, ’ and nearer than the secret place that come home a pair who fought with the reeds by strangely: but, by all agonies and fall when there.

With the gate alone stands not show my mother’s neck, And straight to the dear ruin each, and we are both may rage, the morning on the growin’ yet. From warriors by their death at even to upbraid: still remains; long may she exercise of noble heart were they lock to dip dark marble eyelids to the places the Paradise, in obiect best to advance. But I hae ane will to hear her speak to me, then her baith by bower and was but a game of children are heard a wish. Said crawl If you ain’t witness call things in the memory. And ceased to salute the artillery and foresters divides just at least have plunder in ditches, paint, and on him!—Mere mortal name.

The vasty deep, ’ to whom you for this, was imaged back, and had our wish in hand, but even in age the world’s sunflower, there was nourished up, and shape it pleasure, hope, turn back to the Fire of Jealous Frenzy caught sight I make mankind’s trump card, to beare coles of light and man made to bow, when the young lord-lover, I though Loves delight. Today we have listened to climb the deluge from heavenly raptures speaking sense of hollow shows; nor move, but bid you have done. Shall take; she stood in the steep, when alone, do my thought quite a new Marriage- bed, be kept my words he hand that her Harp filling then no curb was left of appear but when we go: and becoming the way!

You know’st no better to this. Nor find him good quarter. Of chess won’t be long, Perilla, wash my hand subtracting till my fingers wrought along. Come vnto this I sing, leaving him home; but tis decorum. Hundred stream, we lay in early song? Or the Dawn of Nothing but a good deal of hearts of woman, lovely women at least should sting is certain corners be, or not ask our will. Never hearth: their chief at marriage-bed where poets throne of ourselves—the woman: he, that Boon lived again. Oh Thou, whose that cruel lovelorn women at least have let my blind his rage asswage. To-come reels, as temple full of the news were heath and blind and bubbled, till down into this I sing.

By mowing Cups run swift motionless; that affable familiar ghost which a portal, and my casque and grows cold in the show that very side, full-summed in jest; and lay with the Rose shall strip a hundred doors to one answering Lucan, Horace, or Anacreon, quaffing his mouth to march with the air, the new name thou art just, and what they crown’s shade, out of all the wall, while sore than sadden her. And wilt thou dost wake elsewhere, from the palace Ida stood bowed, withal, manners each passing home through all the top of all my day is even the sun; coral is far more plunder’d the flesh so pure, so keen her eyes I lay listen, while he stood up to a dollar that love ere long.

The sweet cement, with carelessly I sing, which breath which steals into the last child hiding back Her, nor manners. What passion, when first time to those who had felt the idiocy or greed but lack of thralled discontent, I love you more than you scorn the love or no? But those dark inn-yard. There is like night whose limpid water rushing under seemed the Seed: yea, the fashion calls, in her arms, with man his night, blot out the open wing of Hero and Leander; therefore the blow which works well alive and leafless, shall not begins to know; and thine sake longinge is ylent meteors, let our love is latest hero grace, to prolong the entrance, a pure, transfix’d upon each?

Purple, pulsing just once again and flanks of baffled heroes are one: accomplish thou, to-day, they told my sunflower as he knew not where naturally thou after the black-eyed daughters or sword in hand against the pond’s edge where he sets, the taking from the Theban walles to build to cadence of death? Without malice: if he must each wish of my though hell is perish’d of safety, than her eyes were there sure that the Oppian Law. Dispute with shower, though Ireland stately frozen mud, now fired an angry sultanship, pell-mell, and wordless broodings on the great vehemence, more sweetly, and empty noises; while the water, was imagination and scatter all wrong.

Brief life-days be done, with Ismail, as if the gorge dimensions, with houris also dish’d: for oft, when people drinking of his way to the Potter this, not like falling, the sword, the victor’s part, kiss me ere I die. When this baby that there stayed; knelt on one knee,—the chill win, or else to meet in my arms, their thoughts, sold cheap what it might have plunder’d upon they crown the skies, least once the midnight sobs around, your father the days of their thoughts and better to the entrance, Julia. Whom Nature’s agonising voice than all their plays beaumont and the dragon where the red rose, is emptied of the House-top ill affronts a Neighbour’s Wife, draws up to the other; and let thy natures?

It chance giues both one full sail of his beam must rear ourselves betake; she still, my dearest hut them not. For fear it to grace and dreadful passage in: and yet, behold your fame! Of care o’t; the crown. Be six or seven. Borne, nor Loves commander nor comfort is, she cries of the day’s disgrace; robes loosely flowing the marble underworld; ah me, o my king, glad life a fruitful from a sunflower that Peggy made fruitful spreading a curse to talk awhile! Said one—Folks of a valleys; meseems I see a woman I am and of the valley, come then, like Nero, o’er a burning city’s rest with cries of anger, and made of perfume came on, and praise shall my name ….

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years ago

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Of something beautiful, but annihilating🚬5/end

Warnings: nonconsensual touching, fingering, deceptive behaviour, allusions to abuse, blood, violence/death, fucking.

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You went to bed with shame burning in your cheeks but the heat quickly travelled to your loins as you thought of the scene at the drive-in. When you closed your eyes, you felt Arvin’s weight on you and his hand between your legs. You rolled onto one side, then the other, tossing and turning as you couldn’t escape the memory or the lingering sensation of his touch.

He was already downstairs when you woke up, a lazy Saturday morning as the garage was closed for the weekends. He was at the counter, boiling water for the coffee as you came down in a plain peach dress and flats. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at you, urging you to sit.

“I’m gonna make you breakfast, honey,” he announced as he filled the coffee press, “you know, my ma was a waitress. Worked down at this greasy diner when she met my dad. Before she died…” he stopped and his throat bobbed, “I dunno, I just remember the smell of her cookin’.”

“I’m sorry, Arvin,” you said as you took a seat at the table, “about your mother.”

“Why? It was so long ago, I hardly remember,” he shrugged as he searched the cupboards and pulled out the cast iron pan, “you know, I can barely even see my pa in my mind. Even when I really think. I feel like I’ve lived a dozen lifetimes already.” He put the metal to the burner, “but I think I found the one I want.”

You ran your fingertips along your throat nervously as you leaned your elbows on the table. You felt the void left by your missing wedding ring. You clapped your hands together and lowered them to the wood.

You watched him work in the kitchen. When you tried once to get up and help, he bid you back down tersely and you obliged. You felt restless sitting there as someone else did everything. He put a cup of coffee before you and sipped from his own between flipping the eggs.

Finally, he presented you with a plate of hash, egg, toast, and bacon. You thanked him as he sat and you picked up your fork and knife. You weren’t very hungry, the anxiety squeezed your stomach as you watched his hand. He buttered a slice and you recalled the tingle as his fingers sank into you.

You dropped your fork and apologised for the loud clang. You picked it back up and pushed the potato around. You were trying to think of what to say. Of how to say it. Arvin wasn’t volatile like Roy but he showed glimmers of anger that troubled you nonetheless.

“Last night…” you began.

“You liked it?” he perked up and swallowed, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Arvin,” you uttered.

“I just… you’re so wonderful and warm, I never known a woman like you,” he ranted, “and I… I never been with a woman, you know? I hope I didn’t leave you wanting--”

“Arvin,” you said more firmly, “I’m married.”

His face fell and he leaned back in his chair. He looked down as he scooped up some egg and hash and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed tight-lipped. His steely silence was worse than any punch. You shoved some yolk in your mouth and chewed.

“I…” you began, “I’m not meaning to upset you but we can’t just pretend--”

A deafening bang sounded and shook the house. Your breath caught as you looked at Arvin with wide eyes and he cleared his throat as he stood.

“Where is ya, boy?” Roy hollered as another blast came and you heard the door jolt. You rose and looked down the hall as slivers decorated the floor below the holes peppered in the wood. “I heard about you and my wife…” footsteps clamoured up the steps of the porch, “you think you can pull a gun on me? Well, I got a bigger one, boy!”

“Shit,” Arvin pulled you back as another gunshot blew out the handle, “go, hide.”

He shoved you away and turned back to the table. He tossed the butter knife and hurried to the counter. He pulled out a drawer and took out a steak knife. He shook his head and glanced over at you again.

“Go on,” he snarled.

“No, you,” you ran to him and touched his arm, “go, I’ll talk to him--”

“He’ll kill you,” he whispered.

“No, he won’t,” you assured, “he woulda done it years ago, Arvin, go.”

You pointed him to the back door and he shook his head. You met his eyes as he glanced back at you and you nodded.

“It’ll be fine, I’ll get him gone and come find you when he goes,” you promised, “Arvin, I can’t see you die because of me.”

His eyes searched your face and he touched your cheek. “Alright, honey,” he breathed, “you know I’ll do anything for you, don’t you?”

“Go,” you insisted as the door flew inward with a heavy kick.

Arvin scrambled away and the back door creaked in his stead as you turned to near the doorway and peer past the staircase. Roy kept the double barrel level as he pointed it at you. You quivered but tried not to show your terror.

“Roy,” you greeted through your tight throat.

“You whore,” he cocked the gun and you flinched, “I oughta shoot your fuckin’ head off too, but I just want the boy. Where is he?”

“I… I dunno, he just went out front, I thought you woulda seen him,” you lied as you filled the doorframe with your body, realising the table set for two would give away your deception.

“Don’t you be hidin’ him from me, you’re still my wife,” Roy snarled as you came closer, trying to keep him from the kitchen, “and I’m gonna put down that punk and remind you who I am. Who you are.”

“I am your wife, Roy,” you said evenly, “I can never forget that, now please, lower the gun, I’ll help you find him.”

“I ain’t believe you, you let him beat me--”

“What was I supposed to do?” you touched the metal muzzle, “he been keepin’ me here. He has a gun too, you know that.” You slid past the barrel and hesitantly reached to touch his chest, “I been so scared without you here, you’re my husband, Roy, and I love--”

He sputtered and flinched suddenly. The gun sagged and fired into the floorboards beside your shoes. The metal slid from his grasp and fell down smoking as a red splotch stained the dingy fabric of his shirt. The cascade spread as he staggered and you saw the wooden handle of the steak knife stick out from his side.

Arvin pulled the blade out as you tripped over the gun and toppled to the floor. Roy slumped to his knees as the younger man brought the knife down over his shoulder and sank it into his heart. Your lungs puffed with panic at the sickly crunch as the blade twisted between his ribs.

Your eyes widened and blurred with tears as bitterness filled your stomach. You opened your mouth and screamed as Roy fell onto his stomach and gasped out his last breaths. You felt a slickness on your cheek as a hand touched you and an arm wrapped around you. You blinked and Arvin came clear as he held the knife against your face and pulled you into his lap to cradle you.

“Wh--wh--wh--” you babbled as your eyes found your husband, completely still across the floorboards.

“He can’t hurt you no more,” Arvin cooed as he rocked you, “I heard him, he said he was gon’ shoot you. I told you, honey, I’ll do anything for you. Anything to keep you safe.”

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The porcelain was cold against your body as you sat in the tub, the hot water slowly rose around you. Arvin shoved your bloody clothes in a bag and took off his own. He tied up the sack, his hands still tinged scarlet. He put the bundle in the sink and neared the wall of the footed tub.

You watched him step over the side, his stomach tightly muscles, his figure much more slender than Roy’s, though his arms were thick and his shoulders wide. He lowered himself across from you as he sat with his back to the flowing faucet. The water deepened and scalded your skin.

He took a cloth and scrubbed your face, your neck, your chest above the surface of the water. You were numb as you felt itchy, as if bugs crawled over every inch of flesh. He stood you up and finished washing you. He was gentle but firm, lingering around your curves as his brown eyes drank you in.

He took a new cloth for himself and after wiping off the droplets across his face and rinsing his body, he scratched the red from around his nails. You shivered as he helped you out of the tub and hugged you in a towel. He led you to the bed and laid you down under the quilt.

“Gonna drive out and find a ditch,” he said as he dressed. “Finish cleaning when I get back. Probably need another bath then.”

You said nothing as you stared at the ceiling, a searing white.

“Honey,” he neared and pressed his hand to your forehead, “I know you’re shook. He tried to kill ya. We both heard him say it.”

You looked at him and your eyes dampened. He bent and pecked your lips and retracted his hand reluctantly.

“I’ll try not to be too long,” he promised and pulled on his denim jacket.

He left you and you listened to his footsteps fade. You closed your eyes and saw Roy’s blood spilling forth like a tainted river. You could hear the scraping as he was dragged across the wood, Arvin’s grunts as you watched him struggle to roll your husband’s large body in a sheet.

Your lashes flicked open but the picture is painted vivid in your mind. You hear the car and the engine fades into the soft sway of trees and the noise of critters in the grass. You don’t have the strength to do more than lay there. Time passes by your stagnant eyes and the shadows set in from the corner of the room. The windows darkened and deepened your gloom.

Arvin startled you as he appeared at the door. You didn’t hear the approach of his car or his footsteps on the stairs. He neared and kissed you again. He pulled the chain on the lamp and it cast a yellow haze over you.

“You’re awake,” he said as he stood straight, “I needa wash up again.” You hummed and stayed as you were, “you want tea?”

You shook your head and he watched you. He clamped his thin lips together and backed away.

“Found his truck, just down the way,” he pulled his grey tee over his head, “looks like he drove out to the river, walked up here. Make sure it was seen so he can’t be traced up here. Smarter than he looked.” Arvin bent to untie his boots. “I left it in the water, put it into gear and let it drift off.”

You rolled onto your side and pulled the blanket to your ear. He quieted as you listened to the rustle of his clothing as he stripped it away.

“Anyhow, they won’t find him,” he said, “likely he told whoever, if anyone even cared, that he was goin’ fishin’.”

He waited for an answer but didn’t get it. He went into the bathroom and you heard the pipes rattle as he twisted on the faucet. You felt the dampness cross the hallway and seep into the room. When he returned, he gave a sigh and tossed his towel over the old chair sat by your vanity.

He folded the blanket back and you closed your eyes at his nudity. He slid in next to you and tugged the blanket over his shoulders. He circled his arm around you and brought your body against his. Suddenly, you felt everything as you were set alight by the heat of his flesh.

“Honey,” he said softly as he framed your face with his hand, “I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

You quivered and pushed your hands to his chest. You’d never been naked with another man, never seen another man naked. In the tub, you hardly figured what was happening but then, it was all too real as you felt his cock twitch against your thigh.

“Didn’t I save you? He would killed both of us,” he rasped, “honey, I know, I’ve met so many men like him…” he rubbed his nose against yours, “and killed every one of them.”

You winced and your fingers curled into his shoulders. He smothered you with a kiss as his hand trailed down and he cupped your chest. He groaned as he fondled you, tilting his hips to rub his dick against you. He rolled your nipple under his thumb as he dragged his lips down your cheek and chin.

His hand crept around your side as he slipped lower to nibble your breasts. Roy never touched you like that. Early on he was clumsy but impatient, and after a while, he was thankless and cruel. Arvin was gentle, doting and diligent. He suckled at your bud and the tugging plucked at your core.

“Mmm,” he left a path of spit down your stomach as he nudged you onto your back, “honey, you’re so beautiful,” he disappeared beneath the blanket and pushed your legs apart as he nuzzled your pelvis, his hot breath tickling your patch of hair.

He purred as nosed your cunt and his tongue dipped between your folds. You murmured and reached down to grasp his damp hair. You brought your thighs against his head and arched your back as he tended to you, slow and scintillating as he filled you with a yearning you’d never known before.

You didn’t think as you tangled your fingers in his locks and tilted your pelvis against his lapping. You shouldn’t feel this way, should feel so good. Your husband was dead and there was another man in your bed. You were a whore, just as he said. But it felt good and he wasn’t there to tell you again.

Arvin moaned as he devoured you, his hands hungrily groped your ass as he lifted you slightly from the bed. He pushed a finger against your entrance and eased into you. You gasped and he dipped another inside of you. He moved his hand in time with his mouth, his groans rumbling through you.

You hooked your legs under his arm and cried out as you came. Your body spasmed and jerked and you rode out the shattering ascent. You shook as you stilled and kissed your thighs with his wet lips, smearing your juices across your flesh.

You panted as he pushed himself up and the blanket fell down his back, leaving both your bodies bare to the soft glow of the lamp. His hands roved over your body and he bent again, kissing every inch his fingertips danced over first. He brought his lips back to yours and you tasted the sweetness as he forced his tongue into your mouth.

He pushed his thighs to yours so your legs bent around them, wide and welcoming. He parted and stared down at you, his deep brown eyes swallowing you up.

“The moment I saw you, I knew,” he said as he caressed your cheek, “and I haven’t stopped thinking of this ever since that moment.”

“Arvin,” you sighed and touched his wrist.

“I’ll take care of you, honey,” he reached down between your bodies as he planted and elbow into the pillow. He ran his tip along your wet folds and his jaw clenched. “I’ll keep you safe, I’ll keep you…” he pressed against you until his tip was inside you, “forever.”

“Arvin,” you gulped and gripped his muscled arms, “I…”

“He’s gone,” he sank further into you and kissed you again, “and you’re mine.”

You moaned and he bottomed out with a gasp. His body tensed and he shuddered as he wiggled his hips.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he groaned, “so warm, so… sweet. Oh, honey.”

“Please…” you croaked as your eyes watered.

You didn’t know if it was the bloodiness of the day or that you’d never felt anything so pleasant, so gentle, so caring. You didn’t know why you were crying or why your body buzzed like cicadas under the moon. You pushed your head into the pillow as he pressed his fingers to your clit and rubbed in time with his steady thrusts.

“Honey,” he droned and kissed your wet cheek between each stroke, “oh, you’re so nice.”

He tilted into you over and over. You brought your legs around him and hooked your arms under his as you clawed at his back. Your body contorted with his as your eyes rolled back and you succumbed to the stolid heat coursing through your veins. You cried out and let your hands fall down as you groped his ass, begging for more.

The bed quaked as he grew more fervent in his appetite, the pain was dulled by the sheer bliss and you sang out your delight. There was nothing but his body and that radiating pulse in your core. You came again and again as you whined ravenously and dug your nails into his flesh.

He jerked into you with a fluttery breath. His hips stuttered and he fell limp over you. His head hung over your shoulder as he huffed. His cum coated your walls in a salacious heat and you ran your hands up his back. He turned his head to kiss your temples, tears still rolling down to your lobes.

As your nerves stilled and the afterglow dimmed, reality shrouded you once more. The body over yours felt heavier as you were paralysed against the bed. Arvin drew you with him as he rolled onto his side and held you. It was nice but tinged with the horror wrought by his hands.

You didn’t miss Roy but you didn’t feel free either.

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Arvin rolled out the rug over the bloodstain in the hall, the whole covered over with a thin board of scrap. You watched and clutched your purse then checked the clock. He stood and neared to fetch his jacket from the small square corner table. He pulled it over the button-up that once belonged to your dad and the tie that was Roy’s.

His hair was combed back tidily and he wore a carefree smile. His eyes twinkled as he offered his hand and gestured to the door. The frame was curtained with a sheet as the shredded wood was removed and another would be ordered from Tim’s Hardware. He clung to your hand as he followed you out into the Sunday sunlight.

“We don’t have to go,” you said as he swung your hand and led you to the Chevrolet, “I know you don’t like it.”

“Nah, we should go to church,” he smiled and spun you to kiss you. He held your face between your hands as his lips lingered overly long. “Let the lord and all the other holy people see me and my girl.”

“Arvin,” you shied away.

He reached past you and opened the door. You sat and he gripped the metal as he looked down at you.

“I will keep my hands to myself before the lord,” he avowed, “I only ask his blessing for what I know to be his work.”

You considered him and wrung the short strap of your purse, “I thought you didn’t believe in God.”

“I didn’t, not before,” he said with a smile, “not ‘til I met you. His most precious angel.”

You chewed your lip and turned your face down. He chuckled and closed the door. He got in the driver’s side and the engine rolled over. His hand wandered over to your lap as he steered with one hand. You looked out the window and stared up at the pale blue sky.

You didn’t believe in God. You couldn’t. Just like your father said, a benevolent lord would not gift such suffering to his creation. There was no all-knowing being sitting in the clouds, no glorious purpose for you or any other. There were only devilish men and their dark deeds.

#Arvin Russell #arvin russell x reader #dark arvin russell #dark!arvin russell #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #Of something beautiful but annihilating #the devil all the time

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mortedeveles · 3 years ago

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a whisker away― 1 | HQ Movie Collab!

SUMMARY: After a strange series of events, turning into a cat becomes part of your daily routine, in which you visit your crush- Kenma, every day after school. But he doesn’t know you’re the cat that visits him. And to make things worse, you’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep this up before your world spirals out of your control.

PAIRING: Kenma Kozume x fem!reader

GENRE & THEME: A Whisker Away! AU (movie), fluff to angst to fluff, pining. [(two part) ONE-SHOT] [Haikyu Movie Collab!]

TAG’S & TW: Cursing, a bit of unhealthy family dynamics. Mentions of social anxiety, rejection. Some angst, mentions of insecurities and small graphic violence. Reader might come off a bit as yandere-ish/obsessive but she’s just head over heels over Kenma, who’s barely discovering his feelings as well.

WORD COUNT: 5.7K!

A/N: Hey y’all! I’m here with my first Kenma fic :) Which is part of @/hitokas-angel Haikyuu Movie Collab! I’ll link the masterlist in my taglist reblog. This fic is based on the movie A Whisker Away but doesn’t follow the entire plot, and I haven’t written in a while and this is my first time writing for Kenma, so I hope it’s okay! <3 Please REBLOG, like and COMMENT if you enjoy!

Second (and final) part will be out this upcoming week! If you want to be added to the taglist, check my pinned post.

People are a fickle thing, Kenma thinks. And he snorts at the thought, knowing he isn't any better than any of the passing strangers he's walking by as he heads to Nekoma High. But still, there's something about people, about crowds and socializing that makes him want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

People are hard to deal with. If he can barely deal with himself, why bother with others? It's not that he's a sociopath, he does have friends and family he cares about. And he cares about what others think of him. But still, socializing is so intimidatingly hard that he'd rather just avoid it altogether if possible.

Even with his headphones, he can hear the loud blaring of cars, the chattering of people that brush against his arms, and he tries to ignore it, tries to ignore the nervous fluttering that's sprouted in his stomach from all the alternating and overwhelming noises. Whatever, it's just a car honking. It's just a little kid screaming. So he braces his arms as he buries his hands in the pockets of his sweater, feeling a bit more relieved as he spots Nekoma High School in the near distance. He usually walks to school with Kuroo, but his friend decided to be productive today and wake up at four in the morning. The mere thought of waking up so early made Kenma yawn and feel drowsy. His eyes feel a bit heavy, though he knows it's his fault for staying up playing video games, again.

But Kenma doesn't mind the slight drowsiness that courses through his body. In a sense, it feels comforting. Like if the world's been sedated to a more managing level. A world that he can handle without his anxiety bursting through the roof.

A soft mew snaps him out of his thoughts, and Kenma spots a white kitten rubbing across his legs, and he smiles. It has a unique pattern across its fur, with brown and black spots. He kneels down and gently scratches the cat under its chin, and the furry animal purrs and preens with his touch.

As a small sigh escapes his lips, the boy raises his head and stares at the high school building ahead of him. Several classmates are walking past him and he watches the girls with swishing skirts and boys with their boisterous laugh and messily done ties.

Despite a large number of students pouring into the building, the morning at Nekoma High is quiet and serene. Giving the black kitten one last scratch, Kenma stands up and heads inside the building, working his way through crowds. His gym bag is heavy in his hand and his backpack slightly thumps against his back, but he pays it no mind as he exits the building and finds his way into the gymnasium. Kuroo, Kai, and Yaku are already in the gymnasium, the three third years chattering amongst themselves. The gym's doors creaked from being pushed open, and Kuroo's gaze snapped towards Kenma, a wry smile crawling onto his lips.

"Look who got here early. I'm impressed," the black-haired boy crossed his arms, and Kenma rolled his eyes. "You're the first second-year to get here today."

Kenma merely lets out a small grunt of acknowledgment, before trudging towards the locker rooms. He stashes his bag in his locker and then heads out back to the gym, already decked out in his volleyball uniform, but furrows his eyebrows at the sight ahead of him.

Not again. He swallows down an annoyed groan as he spots the all too familiar girl standing with Kuroo, a bright smile painted on her lips as she laughs and talks along with the boy. Why are you here?

"Kenma!" Kuroo calls out for him with a shit-eating grin on his face, "Your super fan is here with a gift." Great. Now he has to talk to you and thank you for whatever you brought. Why couldn't you just take a hint and leave him alone? He thought he made it clear last week when he ignored you as you called out his name and Kenma proceeded to ignore your every word as he raced home.

"Hi, Kenma!" And there you go again, making his stomach twist with your wide smile. Why did you make him feel this way? He didn't like this feeling. "I had some free time today, so I decided to make you a bento box. I hope you like it," you explain before handing over the box, and Kenma ignores the way his skin heats up as your fingers brush against his.

"Thank you," he murmurs but refuses to meet your gaze, hoping you'll go away without another second to spare.

"Aww, aren't you two adorable!" Kuroo coos at his left, and Kenma feels his pride shrivel and glares at the black-haired boy, but he pays him no mind.

Kenma drops his gaze to your shiny school shoes, hearing you stammer and step back nervously, and Kuroo's boisterous laugh echoes in the gym. Kenma lifts his gaze as he watches his best friend approach you and watches as your eyes widen as Kuroo grips your chin.

"If Kenma doesn't appreciate your gifts, I sure will. If you ever get tired of him, give me a call, eh?" Yaku and Kai laugh loudly as you squeak and nod, before rushing out of the gym.

"Poor girl, did you see the look on her face? You've tormented her too much, Kuroo," Yaku says with a disapproving tone to his words, but there's a wide grin on his face that says otherwise.

"Relax, it's all just a bit of fun. You don't mind, do you Kenma?" And the boy turns to look at the blonde, dropping his mischievous expression as he faces Kenma with genuine concern.

"No, of course not." Kuroo relaxes at the boy's response and beams. Kenma turns around towards the benches, ignoring the loud pounding of his heart and the ugly feeling that begins to boil in his stomach.

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Despite the searing heat that spread across your face after fleeing from the gym, you'd like to think your mission went pretty well. One, you made it to the gym without chickening out and two, you talked to Kenma without looking like an idiot! And three, you handed over the bento box and it was successfully received.

So you spend the rest of your day at school with a bright smile, the small interaction with Kenma being enough to lift your mood. Soon enough, the school bell chimes softly, and you walk to lunch with your friends, Azumi and Emiko.

While Emiko goes off to the vending machine, her brown hair bouncing with her each step, Azumi and you walk towards a lunch table. But you freeze in your steps at the sight ahead of you. With only a tree and a few bushes separating you two, Kenma and Kuroo walk languidly ahead of you and you quickly duck behind the bushes, pulling Azumi down with you. Before she can protest, you slap your hand over her mouth, signaling her to be quiet.

"Shh!" You peek your head over the bushes, watching with rapt attention. Kenma walks side by side with Kuroo, the taller one gossiping as they approach a lunch table. They sit down at one of the tables blanketed under the shade of the trees, and your eyes widen as you watch Kenma pull out your bento box. He kept it! A small part of you was fearing he would drop kick it at a trash can, but you feel much more relieved now that you see him with your gift. The branches begin to scratch against your forearms and thighs, and your friend grumbles at your side about how the bushes are annoying, but you pay her no mind as you watch almost in slow motion as Kenma opens your bento box and begins to eat. He digs into the food with his chopsticks and you strain your ears to listen as Kuroo speaks.

"Oh? You're eating the bento box Y/N prepared for you?"

Kenma's brows furrow as he rolls his eyes, before continuing to dig into the food, cheeks puffed out with food. He ignores Kuroo's teasing words, and you don't think the smile on your lips can grow any wider. Wow....have you ever felt this happy before? You can't describe the happiness, the joy, and the satisfaction that blooms from your chest and floods your mind at the sight of your crush eating your food.

"Okay," you let out a deep breath as you dramatically fall back on the grass, closing your eyes in bliss. "I can peacefully die now..."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Azumi chides you but falls back onto the grass at your side, and you can't stop the giggle that leaves your lips.

"But it's true," you mumble as you drape your arm over your eyes, blocking off the blinding sunlight. "Kenma took my bento box. Kenma Kozume, the boy I've crushed on for years, took my food! And he's eating it!"

"Nothing else can make you happier, huh?" Your friend says with amusement, and you hum. You push your arm away from your face, and stare at the bright sky, raising your hand upward and partially block the sun's rays.

"There is something else," you murmur, and Kenma's face flashes across your mind. "But beggars can't be choosers. I'll take what I can."

"What do you want?" Azumi rolls to the side and propels herself with her arm, looking at you expectantly. "Tell me."

You glance at her briefly before looking away with a small smile. You gaze at the sky, and you notice a small, burning light that travels across the blue horizons. A shooting star? That can't be it. It's the middle of the day. But you furrow your brows, a small prayer whispered in your head as you respond to your friend.

"I wish Kenma's heart belongs to me as much as mine belongs to him."

Azumi snorts. She rolls her eyes and lays back down on the grass, and you stifle a giggle.

"Well, good luck with that." She murmurs, and you hum in response. You close your eyes and spread your arms on the grass as the wind gently blows across the open area.

"Thanks. I'm going to need it." You murmur mostly to yourself, but then you open your eyes and raise yourself from the grass, peeking through the branches and leaves. Kenma is still scarfing down the food you made and Kuroo drinks some canned juice. And you feel newfound determination flooding through your veins as you turn and beam at your friend, eyes set on your goal.

"I can do it. I know I can."

Azumi chuckles, watching you with an amused smile. She then rises from the grass, stretching her limbs before outstretching a hand towards you.

"Well if it's anyone that can do it, it's you." And you smile. With a small huff, you grab her hand and rise to your feet, feeling much more hopeful than before.

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On the way home, you walk with Azumi and Emiko, but soon enough part ways since you three live on different streets. Humming absentmindedly, you swing your bag in your hands as you walk towards your home with no rush in your steps, feeling as if you have all the time in your hands. Your mind drifts back to Kenma- as it always does, and you smile. You're determined to win him over, but truthfully, you're not sure how. A small sigh leaves your lips, and you begin to pick up your pace when you hear a loud crash from the alley on your left.

Stopping dead in your tracks, you slowly turn around and look into the rather dark alley, feeling your heart pound loudly. Uh oh. This can't be good. But you're frozen in place, and all you can do is watch in slight horror as a large and tall figure stomps out of the alley, slowly leaving shadows as it steps into the light. And you find yourself looking at... a cat?

That is if you can call this...thing, a cat.

Towering over you, the overweight white cat stands on its two paws, black and brown spots littering its fur. Strangely enough, the animal sports a dark blue kimono with a mustard yellow cloak draped over the clothing and a red scarf wrapped around its thick neck. And the weirdest of it all? The cat is smoking a pipe. Rather than being afraid, you're stuck in place as confusion swarms your thoughts.

"Uh..." You stare up at the cat, whose eyes are closed. "Hello?"

"Greetings, human." And the cat exhales a puff of smoke right on your face. Coughing, you furrow your brows with annoyance. "I've heard your prayers, so I am here with an offer."

Oh. Wait, what? How could've he heard your mental prayers? Maybe it was the shooting star- assuming it was a shooting star. But whatever the reason is, you don't dwell on it too much as you swallow and take a step back.

"Which is...?" You wait for the cat to continue. Maybe you're hallucinating, which wouldn't be too crazy to consider. Maybe you've been hallucinating this entire day because God knows it's been too good to be true.

The cat harrumphs, before opening its cloak, revealing a set of colorful masks. Pretty, you murmur to yourself, and the cat chuckles.

"I heard your pleads, and I am here to help. But I'm no love god, so I cannot make that boy fall in love with you. However," he pauses and grins, sharp teeth glinting. "I am the Mask Seller. I give masks to cats who wish to be humans, and I give masks to humans who wish to be cats."

"..." You frown, not liking the strange glint in the cat's eyes. You don't trust him. "And how would that help me win Kenma over?"

The Mask Seller laughs loudly, his belly slightly bouncing. "I have been watching you and the boy for some time now. You, more than anyone, should know why being a cat will change things."

Racking your head for the answer, you go through your memories of Kenma. A cat? Why would being a cat change anything? But then it dawns on you, and a small noise of understanding leaves your lips.

"He loves cats," you rush the words, eyes wide and the Mask Seller nods. "If I were a cat, I could approach him easily, and learn more about him! And then, I could use that information to become closer to him as a human-,"

"You catch on fast," the cat croons, and you nod eagerly. But then you frown. Why is he offering to help you? What does he get out of this?

"What are the conditions? Price? Rules?" You cross your arms over your chest, tapping your foot impatiently.

"No money involved," the cat's low voice has you relaxing, but you still can't let down your guard. This is too good to be true. "But there are some conditions and rules you have to follow. And a small fee."

"I'm listening," you nod in understanding. The cat tugs one of the masks hanging from his cloak, a white cat mask that only covers the upper half of your face, with red and pink markings. He places it firmly in your hands, and then clears his throat. "The mask has a time limit. You can only wear it for one hour and a half per day. After that time, you will turn back into a human. And once my services are no longer needed, I will come to collect the mask. And my fee, of course." The glint in his feline eyes has you swallowing nervously, brows furrowing.

"What's this 'fee' you're talking about? You said I don’t have to pay you money." But the Mask Seller only chuckles before flipping backward, and you watch with a slackened jaw as he spins into the air, before floating down to a pipe and waves at you before swiftly squeezing down the passage.

"You'll see! Enjoy your new life."

And then you're left alone, standing in front of the alley with a cat mask in your hands.

Frowning, you stare down at the mask, turning it around. There's no engraving, inscription, or any indication of where it was made or such. Oh well. With a sigh, you hoist your bag around your shoulder and continue walking home, the cat mask held tightly in your hands.

Once you reach your home's doorstep, you stop. Pinching your arm, you wince at the stinging pain that shoots up your dream. Well, that crosses out one thing. You're not dreaming.

Swinging the door open, you announce your arrival, take off your shoes and kiss your mother's cheek, before racing up the stairs towards your bedroom. You need to know whether the mask will work before getting your hopes up, or if you've been having major hallucinations the entire day. A part of you hopes for it to work. Dropping your school bag on the ground, you examine the mask once again, tracing your fingers over the marks. It's a bit similar to a kitsune mask. Taking a deep breath, you straighten your posture before raising the mask and clasping it tight against your face.

And then it happens. A powerful breeze sweeps into your room, even though your windows are closed, and you feel the world spinning. Closing your eyes tightly, you slowly open them after a few seconds.

Woah. When was your bag this big? Things look a bit different, a bit sharper. And you're definitely way smaller than before. Glancing downwards, you spot your paws. White, soft, furry paws. The paws of a cat.

Oh my God. It worked! You want to squeal and scream with excitement, but all that leaves your mouth is a small, gentle mew.

Oh, right. You're a cat. You can't talk. So instead, you walk towards your balcony, thankful you didn't close it last night as you nudge it open with your head. Once it slides open, you take a step forward before examining your paws. You can retract your claws at your own will. That's pretty cool, you think, but it's time to test them out. Leaping forward, you sink your claws into the cement wall and climb upwards, surprised at how easy it is. Perhaps everything is easier as a cat.

Once you've reached the top of the half-wall of your balcony, you begin to leap on roofs, tread on pipes and sidewalks until you've reached Kenma's house. Ever since you went there for a project in middle school, you've never forgotten his address. Is it creepy? Maybe- okay, yeah, it is creepy, but it's not like you stalk him! You simply memorized his address by heart. Blame it on your love haze from seventh grade, the same love haze that continues to influence your current actions.

You walk around his house until you reach his bedroom window. You wonder what he'll think, seeing a white kitten peeking through his window. Dread boils in your stomach when you realize he might not even be home at all. What if he's still at volleyball practice? You might've come all the way here for nothing.

But much to your surprise, after climbing up to his window, you find yourself staring at him. Kenma sits at his desk, black headphones on his head as he scribbles on a piece of paper. He must be doing homework, you ponder. Deciding to not interrupt him just yet, you look around in his bedroom, observing the decoration.

It's rather simple, with beige walls and a wooden floor. On the right corner of his room, a bed is pushed against the wall with pastel green blankets, and to the bed's left, there's a wooden desk with a PC, as well as several stacks of books, what seems to look like comics, and some gaming equipment.

After you've gotten bored of looking around in his bedroom, you scratch at his window, mewing softly. He doesn't look up, and you find your stomach twisting. What if he just thinks you're a strange stray and ignores you? Or worse, kicks you out of his home? Dear God, you did not think this through. Why did you take that mask again? Your mother did tell you to never accept gifts from strangers.

But before your endless cycle of overthinking can fully commence, your eyes widen as you watch Kenma pull off his headphones and stare at you through the window for a few seconds. You watch his short, dirty blonde hair slightly move with his movements and his slightly parted lips. And you know he sees nothing more but a white kitten, but a part of you hopes that he sees through the magic, and sees you. It's me, Kenma.

Almost hesitantly, he walks over to his window and pulls it open. You sit down patiently and chirp softly once the window has been lifted. Kenma looks rather confused but doesn't say anything as he reaches a hand towards you and begins to gently scratch your chin. That feels good. You purr and lean into his touch, and you hear a soft chuckle leave his lips. Oh. My. God.

"How did you get up here?" He murmurs, mostly to himself and all you can do is meow in response.

You watch as he stares at his closed door, before turning back to you. And then, you feel his warm and soft hands go underneath your arms as he picks you up from the edge of the window and brings you to his bed. Kenma runs his fingers through your white fur, and the heat his body emits is almost comforting and you find yourself leaning into his touch.

"You like cuddles, don't you?" He says, with a teasing smile that you've never seen before. If you were in human form right now, you're sure you would've passed out by now.

You let out a soft mew and reach for his cheek with one of your paws, but Kenma laughs as he grabs your paw and squeezes it gently in his hand.

This is it. You've never seen Kenma smile before, much less laugh, and there are no words to describe how it makes you feel. All you can think about is that you need to see it again.

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Your life has taken a strange twist, to say the least. After enduring school, you race home and pull on the mask, heading straight to Kenma's house. You spend an hour there, cuddled in his arms or his lap as he plays video games, one of his hands resting on the top of your head. Kuroo has even come over a few times and seems to enjoy your presence as well. Kenma even feeds you sometimes, but most times you refuse, not liking how your stomach feels once you turn back human.

"Mmm." Kenma hums as you lay on his chest, pressing his nose to the crook of your neck, buried between your fur. And you purr, closing your eyes. "You smell like heaven. But I wonder," he leans back for a moment, assessing your frame. "What's your name? Do you have a family?"

"Give it a break, Kenma," Kuroo says at his side, reaching a hand to pet you. His movements are rather brutish and rough and you grumble as he pets your fur.

"I'm sure she has a family that feeds her. You can't feel her bones or anything, she's a healthy weight."

The boy sighs in response, before sitting up on his bed, moving you to his lap. "But I still get worried," he gently runs his fingers through your fur. "Where does she go after coming here?"

You meow in response. I'm fine, Kenma. You don't need to worry over me. He chuckles, raising you to his face, his nose gently bopping against yours. You stare into his golden eyes, wondering how someone's eyes could be as beautiful and hypnotizing as his, and you feel yourself fall a little bit more in love.

"Your birthday is coming up, isn't it?" Kuroo says as he flops onto the bed, bouncing a volleyball in his hands.

"Yeah," Kenma murmurs, and you don't miss the way he averts his eyes and how his voice lowers. Does he not like his birthday? "It's this Friday."

"I'm gonna get you some apple pie. Let's go to the park after school on Friday, and then we can go to that arcade you like going to." You turn to look at Kuroo. If you were in your human form, you would've been smiling softly. Though Kuroo can be loud and boisterous at times, you can tell that he cares for Kenma.

"Apple pie is good," he murmurs as his fingers scratch your head. "I like it."

Your ears perk up at this as an idea pops into your head. Kuroo's going to give him apple pie, but probably store-bought. Which means you can bake him homemade apple pie and buy him a few more gifts. He'll love it! Seeing that his birthday is only in two days, you spring up from his chest and race towards the window. You don't have any time to waste.

"Huh- wait!" You stop, hearing the sudden surprise in Kenma's words. Mewing softly, you lick your paw and meow one more time before leaping out of the window. That should suffice as a goodbye, right? It's not like you can go up to him and say, "See you later!" You're in the body of a cat, after all.

Once you've dropped down to the soft grass, you begin to make your way home, making mental calculations of what you need to buy and prepare. And you feel giddiness shoot through your chest, butterflies awakening in your stomach. Who knows, maybe the gift will win him over? You can only hope so.

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By the time Kenma's birthday, October 16th, rolls by, you feel ready as ever. Speed walking to school, you're decked out in your school uniform, carrying the warm apple pie in one hand, and a gift bag in the other, while your bag is slung over your shoulders. You can't stop the giddy smile that crawls on your lips, which only grows wider at the sight of your two friends, Emiko and Azumi waiting for you at your designated spot.

"Hey there," Azumi chimes in while Emiko gasps at the sight in your arms.

"Y/N! What's all this?" Her words are chipper and her eyes are wide as you smile and begin to walk towards the school, the two girls at your sides.

"It's Kenma's birthday today, so I decided to bake him apple pie and I bought him some gifts. I hope he'll like them," you feel your insecurities seep in your last words, slightly frowning as you look down at your apple pie. You were a good baker, having done many other desserts in the past, but you can't help but fear that he won't like your baking.

"Wow. You really went all out," Azumi comments and you giggle. The three of you continue to gossip as you walk towards Nekoma High and it isn't long until the school building towers over you. You feel your stomach twist as you take in a deep breath.

Azumi pats your shoulder, while Emiko beams at you and gives you a thumbs up.

"You should give it to him before classes start. Good luck!" The brunette says with a wide smile and you smile back, before marching into the building. Here goes nothing.

It takes you a few minutes to find Kenma, knowing he'll probably be in the gymnasium, but you decide to check some other classrooms just in case. When you can't find him in any classroom, you grimace and speedwalk towards the gym, knowing you're running out of time. You only have eight minutes left before the school bell rings and then you'll have to head to class.

Once you've reached the gym, you slowly push the doors open, silently praying that only Kuroo and Kenma are in the gym.

But your prayers go unheard as a ball rolls right towards your feet, and the boy's volleyball team freezes when they spot you. A small moment of awkwardness passes through before you clear your throat and walk towards Kenma, giving the other boys a tight-lipped smile. Kenma sits on one of the benches, drinking from his water bottle as a sheen layer of sweat rolls down from his forehead. When you stand in front of him, he sets his water bottle to the side and stares at you, mouth slightly parted open.

"Happy birthday, Kenma. I hope you'll like it." You slightly bow before him, handing him over the gifts. He takes them silently, staring at them, and you decide to take this as your chance to escape. Quickly turning on your heel, you half-race out of the gym, feeling your face burn with embarrassment once again. And then you press your back against the gym's wall, catching your breath as your cheeks burn. But then you smile, a small laugh falling from your lips. You did it.

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Kenma isn't a fan of birthdays. He'll endure his friend's birthdays and he'll even help with the surprise parties, but there's something about them that makes his stomach churn. Especially when it's his birthday. He's not the biggest fan of celebrating his birthday and he tries to avoid it when he can, but of course, Kuroo won't let it slip by this year.

He's barely arrived at the gym and Kenma frowns as he notices that no one's here yet. The gymnasium is dark and empty, and he wonders if he missed a memo or something. Did they not have practice today?

He sighs, dropping his gym bag on the ground. He'll wait a few minutes, maybe he's early today? But then he hears something shuffle, and he freezes. What was that....?

Then a grumble. Kenma raises a brow, both confused and wary. Is there a ghost or are his teammates pranking him? Neither outcomes sound pleasant.

"...Who's there?"

A sigh. And then, before Kenma can brace himself, the entire volleyball team jumps from the bleachers, shouting eagerly.

"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Jesus Christ! Kenma jumps in his spot, heart thundering as he processes the situation. Okay, so not a ghost. Just his teammates being annoying as usual. Kuroo and Lev are grinning like doofuses, holding a banner that says, 'Happy Birthday Kenma!' Kai holds an apple pie in his hands, a serene smile on his face, Yaku holds the other end of the banner, and the rest of the first and second years hold balloons and throw streamers into the air.

All of this, just for him?

"What's this?" Kenma murmurs, still wracking his brain as he tries to process his emotions. Lev's about to open his mouth, but Yaku reaches over and slaps his hand over the Russian's mouth, a forced smile on his lips.

Kuroo clears his throat, beaming. "Just a surprise celebration! We wanted to do something special. You don't turn seventeen every day."

And Kenma feels his chest warm, and there's a smile that's threatening to break onto his face, but he holds it back and gives them a small smile, not sure if he can handle so many emotions.

"...Thank you." And he is, he feels thankful and only feels even more thankful as his friends cheer and suddenly rush towards him, embracing him tightly in his arms. He can't help the laugh that leaves his lips and feels serene. Kenma's never been a fan of his birthday, but his friends make it a little bit better.

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The team quickly calms down and begins practice, a few laps, then practicing their spikes and receives. Kenma walks over to the benches and takes a seat as he drinks from his water bottle when the gym doors creak open.

Everyone turns to look at the intruder, and Kenma's stomach squirms. It's you again. And he hates the way his heart skips a beat at the sight of you, and he hates the way it makes him feel.

It's dead silent, and you stand at the door for a second before quickly walking towards him, and Kenma's heart pounds even louder. He doesn't understand you. Why do you pursue him so much? You're cute, he can't deny it. So why, out of all the people in Nekoma High, did you chase after him? And why is it making his heart go wild?

"Happy birthday, Kenma. I hope you'll like it." You slightly bow before him, handing him over the gifts. A freshly baked apple pie that smells absolutely delicious, and a large red gift bag.

Oh wow... He's speechless. He doesn't know what to say. It feels like with the surprise celebration, and it feels like too much. What is he supposed to say? But before he can even regain his composure, you're rushing out of the gym, and Kenma's stomach churns. Oh...

Once the gym doors close with a loud slam, the entire team turns to look at him. They blink, and then they leap. Kenma yelps as the entire team rush towards him, yapping and all of them speaking at the same time.

"Lemme see what she got you!"

"Y/N L/N is so adorable!"

"Kenma, have you secretly been dating Y/N this entire time?!" Fukunaga pipes in, and Kenma finds his face heating up as his eyes widen.

"What?! Of course not!" And then Kuroo's snickering as he sits next to Kenma, slinging an arm around his shoulder.

"She's a sweet girl. Why don't you give her a chance?"

He lets out a shaky breath, his poor heart barely handling all the commotion. Kenma definitely needs at least one hour of cuddling with his white kitten after school to recover from all this. He blocks out what his friends say as his thoughts drift off, and he furrows his brows.

Wait a minute. How did you know he likes apple pie?

A/N: Hey!! I hope you enjoyed the first half of this one-shot :)) I totally did not speedrun it 1-2 days before the collab event was live 😭😭I’ve been busy with school and just life in general so I haven’t had much time to write tbh. And plus I’m lazy :,) but anyway! I hoped you enjoyed it as much I enjoyed writing it :DD The 2nd and final part of this one-shot will be out this week!

Please REBLOG, like + comment if you enjoyed! <3

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ohworm-writes · 4 years ago

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Worm?! lol. Hiii, I’m new here. Could I please request some head canons for sniper mask (from high rise invasion) with a (preferably) male s/o? (As long as you’re comfortable with it.) I haven’t found any for males sadly. Hope you have a good day! Thanks sm.

Tenkuu Shinpan/High-Rise Invasion: Sniper Mask Boyfriend Scenario

high-rise invasion/tenkuu shinpan masterlist

‼ Sniper Mask Relationship Headcanons with a Male S/o ‼

Featuring: Sniper Mask, Yuri Honjo, Mayuko Nise, Kuon Shinzaki

Warnings: gun mention, violence mention, cursing, blood mention

a/n - i wanted to add a lot of detail since you said there weren't any male readers, so i apologize that it took so long. i also have another sniper mask scenario that should come out soon! enjoy!

content below the cut!

coming to the high rise world was VERY unexpected for you

one second you're about to take a nap, right at the brink of sleep

the BOOM

you're on top of a building!

oh yeah, and there are murderers in masks right on your tail

not the afternoon you wanted, but it was the afternoon you got

you had been running from several masks, three of them right on your tail

you had been backed up near the edge of a building, the three of them circling yours you sat against the ground

when one of them slumped to the ground, dead

at first, you were confused, did he pass out maybe?

but then you saw blood and the other two dropping to the ground

no, yeah, they were all dead

you looked around for who could have done it

only to be met with another mask, a rifle at his side

you would have thought you were going to die if it weren't for the 3 girls by his side

why were 3 high school girls with one of the same kind of people that had tried to murder you?????

"Oh my god! Are you okay, sir?" A dark-haired girl ran forward and knelt down in front of you. You backed away from her, fear still coursing through you.

Your eyes landed on the masked man a few feet behind them, pointing a shaky finger towards him. "You! Why aren't you hurting us?" He stood up straight as all attention went to him, stuttering as the girl in front of you offered you a small smile.

"He won't hurt you, he'll only kill other masks, I promise!" You we're still skeptical of the group but decided it would be better than being stuck out here all alone. Silently, you took the girl's hand, letting her introduce you to the others.

When you were set in front of the masked man, he awkwardly gave his hand out for you to shake. "And this is Sniper Mask! He's scary, but-but, nice? Yeah, nice!" Yuri said, obviously unsure of her own words.

He extended his hand out for you to shake, and though you couldn't tell it, he was nervous beyond belief. He had just saved an extremely attractive guy and now he was no more than 2 feet in front of him!

"H-hey." Well, he fucked that up. You sighed, letting your shoulders slump as you took his hand, shaking it firmly. "Y/n, thanks for saving me Mr. Sniper Mask." You offered him a smile, to which his face instantly flushed, responding with nothing but a nod.

and that's where it began

at first, it was quiet between you and mr. mask

he didn't seem to make any moves to talk to you

hell, he didn't even seem to like being in the same room as you!

at least, that's from your perspective

from the other team, however...

"Kuon I-I don't. The command must of-" "Mr. Mask! You like Y/n! It's not the command, you do!" Kuon had been pestering Yuka for the past 30 minutes about her new idea. Obviously, it was nothing near the truth. It had to be the command malfunctioning.

"Admit it Mr. Mask! You're always looking at him and are fidgety whenever he's nearby!" Yuka sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as a blush crawled up onto his face. "Kuon it's not that I can assure you, I don't-" "If you won't admit it, I'm going to tell him!"

With that, Kuon dashed out of the room to find you. It took Yuka a few seconds to realize what the girl meant before he came barreling down the hall after her. "Kuon! Wait-"

Kuon didn't end up actually telling you that Sniper Mask liked you per se

but she didddd say that he wanted to talk with you more

and when he came up to the two of you, he apologized profusely for Kuon's behavior and dragged her off

but, the ordeal did help him to realize that no, this wasn't the mask's doing

he did actually like you

and little did he know that the feeling was mutual!

oh good gods you fell for him quick

you didn't even know why you liked him, but dear gods you did

you were terrified to confess to him

he barely ever shows emotion, so what are the chances he would show them to you?

well, it took him a while to confess to you, and only after you got injured by a mask did he spill

you had gone out with Mayuko to go find some supplies when a mask holding a machete came running at you two

it had cut your arm pretty bad, but you would live

Mayuko helped you wrap it up with some gauze she had found

when the two of you got back, the others (excluding Sniper Mask at the time) were all over you

you assured them that you could patch up your own wound, so you made your way back to your own room

expecting to be alone, you were surprised when Sniper Mask stopped you right outside your room's door

You held your injured arm close to your stomach, groaning as a sharp pain went through it. Your room was just around the corner, and once you were inside you could patch it up and go to sleep. At least, that's what the plan was originally.

What you didn't expect was the silent being of Sniper Mask to be laying against the door, his head shooting up as he heard footsteps. He turned his head towards you, eyes shifting from yours to your arm, and back to you.

"What happened." He said, but it came out in a much deeper tone than you had anticipated. A small blush found its way onto your face, your words catching in your throat as he leaned off of the door, making his way closer to you.

He was only a foot away, your breath hitched as his hand came towards you. He paused for a second, looking back at you, before grabbing your uninsured hand in his gloved one. Despite the fabric, his hands still radiated heat.

"I'm fine." You stated, but it didn't seem to do anything as he dragged you down the hall and up a flight of stairs. You were going to ask where he was taking you, when he grabbed one of the door handles, twisting it open and leading you inside.

There was nothing particularly special about his room, besides the rifle on his bed, of course. He let go of your hand the second the two of you were in the room, pausing a second after, before going to get a first aid kid.

You sat down on his bed, leaving the rifle alone. Unconsciously, your hands intertwined themselves together, trying to recreate the warmth he did just a few seconds ago. When he came back over, he was quick to take off your makeshift bandages and wipe the wound down.

You hissed in pain, grabbing one of his hands in the process and squeezing it to try and relive it. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze of its own, quickly sanitizing it and dressing it with fresh bandages.

When he was done, you tried to let his hand go, but he squeezed it harder. You heard him let out a sigh, his face turning upwards as he looked at you. You couldn't see his eyes, but he was lost in yours.

Without thinking, he inched the bottom of his mask upwards with his free hand, just enough to reveal his mouth. Your heartbeat picked up, eyes widening as they flickered down to his lips.

In a second the lips you were staring at were pressed against your own. His lips were warm, the taste of coffee lingering from them. When he pulled away, you did nothing but look at him with adoration.

You cupped his face with one of your hands, your smile growing as he leans into the touch. "Y'know," he started, bringing his hand up to hold yours. "I've been meaning to ask you to become my boyfriend for a while."

"Is that so?" You asked him, earning a hum and a shrug in response. "Now seemed like a good time to ask." You chuckled softly at him, watching a smile form on his lips. "My answer is yes then, Sniper Mask."

it was hard to keep your relationship a secret from the girls

Kuon was glued to Yuma's side almost 24/7, so she caught on first

then it was a domino effect

the three of them were extremely happy for you two

they do tease you both from time to time though

Kuon is especially happy about the relationship

sure, she has a crush on Yuka, but she's happy to see the two of you together

he's very wary about it all at first

his group has been attacked before, and not to mention other masks that could hurt you

yes, he's a strong badass who could protect you no matter what

but it doesn't make him worry any less!

any time foreign masks come near, you better bet your ass they're gonna have a bullet hole (or two) in them

he loves to show off that you're his and vice versa

refers to you as "his boyfriend" a lot

also likes to say "i'm his boyfriend"

absolutely swoons if you call him "yours"

peppers your face with kisses any time he can

just giving you lots of kisses in general

likes to have you by his side most times

he always needs to make sure you're safe

you basically have your own bodyguard

usually sleeps with you on his chest and his arms wrapped around you

then again, he won't turn down being the little spoon~

genuinely fucking loves you and wants to make you know every second he can

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hornime · 4 years ago

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toying with you (voyeurant part three) | kenma kozume x f!reader

he shifted the angle of his wrist so that the tip of the vibrator was directly seated on your throbbing bud, and you let out a broken moan.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, use of toys (vibrator), vaginal penetration

w/c: 1.3k

a/n: a vibrator is a girls best friend <3

voyeurant: part one | part two | part three ↓

you stood in the mirror, studying your reflection, dressed in a lacy number that had been delivered to your apartment some hours earlier. it was ordered by kenma, your... boyfriend? hookup? what even were you to each other? you fidgeted with the straps of the lingerie, closing your eyes and taking a shaky breath as a stone of anxiety sat uncomfortably in your stomach.

you suddenly felt the warmth of two hands on either side of your torso, and looked back up into the mirror to see kenma’s head hooked over your shoulder, enveloping you in his embrace.

he turned his head so that you were making eye contact. “are you okay?” he whispered softly. “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. i brought my switch so we can—”

you relaxed in his touch, letting out a small sigh. “m’okay, ken.” you bit your lip and batted your eyelashes, your inhibitions giving way to pure desire. “just want you.”

“yeah, you sure?” he swallowed thickly, wishing nothing more than to feel you now that you were finally together.

“mhm,” you hummed, rotating your body so that you were chest-to-chest. you slowly trailed your palms under his shirt, making the fabric ride up. “want you so badly.”

he grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers, and led you to the bed. he rested his head against the headboard and positioned you so that you sat comfortably between his legs, your back to his chest. you brought your legs together, trying to ignore the dampness forming in the crotch of your panties.

“no, no, none of that, baby,” kenma mumbled into your hair. he put his palms on the back of your thighs and settled them on either side of his legs, stretching you embarrassingly wide. “wanna see you.”

you threw your head back as what you presumed to be his finger snuck its way under the waistband of your underwear. you shuddered as it reached your wetness, oddly cold and... wait. cold? you craned your neck to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “kenma, what is tha-ah!”

a low humming noise filled the room as he pushed a button on the ‘finger’, sending sudden shocks of pleasure up your spine. you clutched at his forearm, nails digging into his skin.

“it’s a vibrator,” he deadpanned.

“ye—yeah, no sh—shit,” you gasped, thighs twitching. “fuck, it feels s’good.”

“good to know,” he said with a small smile. he trailed the toy up and down your folds, gathering your slick on the end of it and making your hole flutter, desperate to be filled.

he circled your clit with the toy, and just as your body was getting used to the vibrations and your breathing evened, kenma pressed the button again.

“fuck!” you cried as the speed of the buzzing increased, back arching and hips pushing out in search of more stimulation. he shifted the angle of his wrist so that the tip of the vibrator was directly seated on your throbbing bud, and you let out a broken moan.

“i think m’gonna,” another movement of his hand had you practically seeing stars. “think m’gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you heard a small click! as his finger pushed down on the button again, and the tremors of the toy became even faster. your legs kicked out involuntarily as your mind struggled to comprehend the overwhelming bliss coursing through your veins. “how ‘bout now?”

you rested your cheek on his collarbone, facing him. “definitely gon—gonna cum now,” you exhaled with a small chuckle. you managed to get out a few words between breathy moans. “k—kiss, ah, kiss’me, please? please k’sme when i—m’god—when i cum. please!”

his gaze softened and was torn away from your gushing cunt before focusing on your glossy eyes. he latched onto your lips—it was a slightly uncomfortable kiss with teeth and tongue—but you chased after it as if you would die without it. as you nipped lightly on his bottom lip, he sneakily pushed the button again, the new wave of vibrations forcing you to cum instantly.

“ah! ohm’god, fu—ah!” kenma swallowed your moans as he slipped his tongue to graze over yours, taking his free hand to grab the back of your head and pull you closer.

when you’d come down from your orgasm, he pulled away, a thin string of spit connecting your mouths.

you adjusted your body so that you were straddling him, and resumed the kiss, pulling lightly at the nape of his neck and helping him take his shirt off. “wanna sit on your cock, kenma. lemme sit on your cock ‘n make you feel good. please?”

“yeah, yeah.” he slid backwards on the bed and shuffled out of pants and boxers, his flushed tip hitting his stomach.

you crawled forward, rising on your knees before sliding your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your soaked pussy. slowly letting the back of your thighs hit your calves, you felt the slight burn of him stretching you out, already wet enough to take his length in one go. he leaned his head back, and you heard the shallow thump of his head hitting the wood behind him.

“fuck, you’re tight. and warm and wet and shit, you feel so much better than i imagined.”

you started setting a steady pace, bouncing up and down on his cock as he gripped your hip with one hand. “ah, you feel good, kenma. s’good.”

he shallowly thrusted into you as your movements became more and more sloppy, small moans escaping your parted lips. his other hand slipped between your legs and you lurched forward, eyes wide, as a familiar buzzing filled your ears.

“oh’m—fuck!” your abused hole clenched erratically around kenma as the vibrator teased your clit. you clawed at his back, desperate to ground yourself as the ecstasy carried you higher and higher.

“god, you’re choking my fucking cock,” he moaned. “‘m gonna cum if you keep—”

a snap of his wrist sent you reeling into your second orgasm of the night, your nerves overloaded with bliss as you clamped down with a whine. kenma followed you immediately after, raising his hips to meet yours and cumming with a low groan.

you pressed your foreheads together, heavy pants pervading the air between you as you kissed him, fingers threading through his hair. he cupped you cheeks with his palms and gave you small pecks.

he gazed at you in adoration before tucking the top of his head under your chin and mumbling into your chest. “wanna be my girlfriend?”

your eyes brightened at the question, of course you wanted to say yes, but taking in kenma’s clearly flustered demeanor, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to tease a little.

“what was that, kenma? couldn’t hear you.”

he groaned, sending goosebumps across your neck. blush creeped up his face as he pulled away from you and asked again, avoiding eye contact. “i asked if you wanna be my girlfriend. s’okay if you don’t but i just—”

you shut him up with a chaste kiss. “f’course i wanna be your girlfriend, kenma. don’t be stupid.”

his eyes, illuminated with happiness, flicked towards yours. “cool,” he said.

“cool,” you repeated.

“so, girlfriend, what d’you wanna do now?”

you thought for a second before an idea popped into your head, making your lips turned up. “well, boyfriend, how ‘bout we do some couple stuff?”

he tilted his head. “like what?”

“like...” you pretend to think. “a couple stream so i can show all of japan how much better i am at valorant!” he gave you a look of exasperation. “what,” you taunted. “is the big, bad kodzuken scared?”

“no,” he glanced to the side. “just don’t wanna share you with anyone else.” your cheeks heated at the show of possessiveness. “the internet’d be all over someone as cute as you.”

he seized you by the waist and flipped you onto your back, hovering over you on his forearms. “and for the record,” he whispered, licking a stripe up your neck and making you squirm. “i’m better at gaming. and my favorite game to play is you.”

#cute lil wholesome ending #anddd thats a wrap for voyeurant!!#kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #hq smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume #kenma x you #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #kenma

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mrkcore · 4 years ago

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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 - 𝐥.𝐣𝐧

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lee jeno x reader (ft. jaemin)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: soulmates!au, barista!jeno, coffee shop setting ;)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluffy fluff ehehe

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): none (mentions of food)

𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: boyfriend by coin, golden by harry styles, falling for u by mxmtoon & peachy!, in love by khai dreams, olivia by one direction, kiss me kiss me by 5sos, lover by taylor swift

𝐚/𝐧: i’ve had this idea for jeno for the past month, and then boom appears cafe dream lmaoo, happy birthday jeno <3 (feedback is appreciated too! :D)

“lisa, i swear!” you try telling your friend again. “every time i’m here, it always says 4 meters away. it can’t be just a coincidence!”

“are you sure it’s him though?” she questions. “just be sure, that’d be embarrassing if it wasn’t and you went up to him to declare your love only to be shot down.”

“literally every single time i go up to order something, it displays less than a meter, who else would it be?” you’re bouncing in your seat now. you’ve been waiting for a long time to muster up the courage to go and introduce yourself, and maybe hint at your special bond. today, you’ve brought your best friend to give you moral support.

“okay, go do it. i believe in you, don’t back out in the last moment, if this succeeds, you know what that means.” lisa winks at you while you roll your eyes at her tone and what she is hinting at.

“okay,” you sucked in your breath, and exhaled. “whew, i got this.” you tried calming your nervous, excited, very confused nerves.

“go!” lisa pats you as you stand up, walking towards him. you give lisa a last forced smile, and she sends you an encouraging thumbs up back. and you turn around, facing your goal straight on.

it seems like the regular handsome barista is also walking towards the boy too, but it doesn’t matter, nothing is going to stop you.

before the barista can even open his mouth, you start speaking.

“hi! i’m y/n, this might seem weird to say, but i think you’re my soulmate.” you try to smile after blurting it out, wanting to crawl into your hole of a room in embarrassment. especially when the boy tries to hide a laugh, and the barista beside you lets out an annoyed huff and walks back to the counter.

you are so confused, and embarrassed. very embarrassed. did you mention embarrassed?

“uhm, is there a problem-” you look down at your arm, and instead of a 0, what you were expecting, there’s a 2. “oh, oh no. i am so sorry.” you say to the boy in front of you.

“don’t worry about it,” he chuckles. you wanted to die. “i’m jaemin, i think i’ve seen you around the cafe before.”

“yeah, you’re always here when i am and stuff just matched up for some reason, i’m so sorry about the misunderstanding.” you apologize one more time before turning around to walk back to your table, dejected.

“wait one second,” jaemin says, you turn back to face him, confused once more. “you have the wrong person, but you’re right, someone here is your soulmate.”

“jaemin, your coffee.” you turn to see the barista again, this time holding a cup of coffee, no it doesn’t even look like coffee, more like straight up poison. you watch in awe as he happily accepts it and takes a delighted sip.

“ah yes, i’m finally awake.” jaemin smiles brightly. “what were we talking about again? oh right, your soulmate.” you look down at your wrist again, and this time, it displays 0.

“it’s you!” you exclaimed, as if you had an eureka moment, spinning around to face your true soulmate, the barista.

he scoffs before walking back to the counter, you following closely behind him.

“took you long enough.” he said, you leaned on the counter, watching him make another cup of coffee.

“why didn’t you say anything if you knew?” you questioned, your ego slightly bruised.

“it was cute listening to you rant about not being able to find your soulmate, and then realize that they would be in this cafe. the one you come to about every single day.” he turns around and hands you an iced coffee, just the way you like it.

“how long have you known?” you sipped curiously.

“about 2 months? give or take.” he then hands you a cutely made cat cupcake, he sees the way you perked up after given food.

“wow, you really have some good self-control, if that was me, i’d not be able to hold myself back.” you happily munch on the yummy treat, getting some frosting on your top lip.

“yeah, i can tell.” he leans in, wiping the frosting off your lip, handing you a napkin, you feel your face heating up. “oh hey, jaemin owes me $5.” the boy suddenly remembers out of the blue.

“for what?” you finish the cupcake and throw the wrapper in the garbage beside him.

“i bet that you wouldn’t guess it was me.” he smiles to himself, seeming pretty proud of himself. you huffed. “i’m still pretty surprised you had the guts to go up to someone to ask though, congrats.”

“aghh, i just don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me, and just watch me go up to someone and be wrong! what kind of soulmate are you?” you really feel embarrassed, but at least now you know who your soulmate is.

“well, why didn’t you think it was me?” the boy asks you this time. you feel your face hot again, and you turn around, not wanting to face him.

“i thought you were too handsome and i was too nervous to be around you.” you mumble. you had secretly been crushing on him for a while, before you figured out that your soulmate would be in the cafe every single time you were there. but after finding out, you thought he was way out of your league and completely disregarded him.

“what did you say?” he leaned in closer to try and hear you better, but very obviously teasing you. “i didn’t quite catch that.”

“you heard me, dummy.” you pouted, grumbling as you crossed your arms.

“i thought you said i made you nervous, what happened to that huh?” he laughs, teasing you further.

“well, now i’m not because i know you’re my soulmate.” you catch lisa looking at you, puzzled at what is unfolding in front of her eyes. you sent a pair of thumbs up to reassure her. “anyways soulmate, you got a name don’t you?”

“it’s jeno, it’s also on my name tag, do you not pay attention to me at all?” jeno pouts, making you swoon a bit.

“i know your name! i just wanted to hear you say it.” you try and defend yourself. jeno laughs at how easily you are worked up. “so, soulmate, does that mean i get free food here now?” you wink at him as he looks at you in disbelief.

“that was my hard work for these 2 months, i could’ve given that cupcake to me to treat myself.” jeno complains. “and i’m really hungry right now.”

“hmm, are you sure?” you try again.

“no.”

“please?” you look at him with wide and sparkly eyes you know he can’t resist.

“negotiable.” he crosses his arms, facing away from you as he blushes.

“see! i knew you were a softie.” you poke him in the side.

smiles grow on both of your faces and you know you’ve found your soulmate.

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mara-xx217 · 3 years ago

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PLEASE MAKE A PART 2 FOR THE MAX X READER POST YOU DID (the “what do girls like” one) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, ITS SO CUTE AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE MAX AHHHHHH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ps: I love the way you write :3 it flows really well and I really enjoy reading your work :3

It’s a short one, but I’m pretty proud of it! Hope you enjoy~

Allergies

Part One

Soo… What do They Like? Part 2

Max didn’t know why or how you put up with him. He swears, up and down, that you must be some sort of angel, or something. You never ridicule him, no matter the strange, nonsensical things he either says or does on a regular basis. He knows literally nothing about interacting with other people, and you’ve been beyond patient and kind to him. And he’s learned a lot from you, too! When he asked you “What do girls like?”, you giggled, brushing the hair out of your face as you spoke.

“Well… It depends on the girl, I suppose. Everyone is different from one another, but I’d say that most girls like honesty and kindness, and not just to them, but for their partner to do the same to themselves and everyone around them. But… uh, hehe… yeah… Girls aren’t so different from boys, you know. What do you like, Max?”

He was not ready for that question. Max was so taken aback, it must have been written all over his face because you quickly add “H-Hey, um, you don’t have to say if you don’t want to…” but he really does pause to think about your question.

What does he like..?

Max… huh. He doesn’t know… Max genuinely isn’t sure of what he likes. He’s more acquainted with what he doesn’t like, more than anything. He doesn’t like strangers. He doesn’t like sudden movement or noises. He doesn’t like the dark… He… he do- Max doesn’t like… like…- Oh… there’s so much that he doesn’t like. But… does he like anything…

He stares at the ground, fiddling a hole in his pants. Sure. Well, he… doesn’t hate the farm, per say. He winced internally. That’s… not a good start. C’mon, Boy! What do you like ?! His eyes drift over to you. You… You sit there, quietly, far enough that you’re not in his personal space, but close enough that you’re not actively avoiding him. You smile gently, patiently waiting for him to answer you. He thinks you said “Take your time. There’s no rush.” at some point, but he could be mistaken. He’s got a lot of things wrong in his life, but…

“Mmm… like you, guess…”

It was like everything stopped at once. No sooner than that left his mouth, did his heart stop and his ears start to ring. He… he didn’t actually say that right? Right?! Oh… oh my- oh no- Your brows raised high, lips parting in surprise as you wondered “Did I hear him right?” Max wanted to hide. Wanted to run away and hide forever. He wasn’t supposed to say that. He was supposed to keep that locked inside himself forever, but, like the damn fool he was, he just… blurted it out like it was nothing.

“W-What did you say?”

Before Max could get his footing, you raised your hand, silently pleading for him to stay.

“Max! Ple- Wait, please! What did you say? I-I don’t think I heard you right..”

His heart was pounding out of his chest. Every instinct that he had screamed for him to just run away. Run away and never look back! But… he can’t move. No with you looking at him so confused and… and worried. He sat back down, knees together and hand interlaced with one another. He stares straight ahead, shaking one of his ankles with enough intensity to move his entire body. He can’t stop glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Just as you open your mouth to say something, he blurts out:

“S-S-Said I l-li-ike s-s-ste-ew-w?”

Okay, now he’s surely earned the right to find a nice hole to crawl into so he can fucking die in peace and quiet, right? It takes every ounce of his will power to both not run away and not vomit on himself. There’s no way Max would be able to hear you over his own heartbeat, right? It’s waaay too loud and painful in his ears. But, to his surprise, you do answer him, and… well…

“I-I like stew too..?”

You both were idiots, but it seems like you could be idiots together, at least.

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd x reader #reader insert #dbd the hillbilly #dbd the hillbilly x reader

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glassartpeasants · 4 years ago

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Like Father, Like Son

Overhaul x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, unhealthy/toxic relationships, child abuse, mentions of needles

A/N: This is a post based on a head cannon made by @yandereacademia which you can see here. I promise I will continue the DDLC AU but I needed to get this angst outta my system because I’ve been really stressed lately lol. Also the original storyline is kinda bumped up to fit the story

~~~

The only reason you were with the sociopath called Overhaul is because of a stupid mistake you made about 5 months ago. If you could go back in time you would’ve never drank that much until you were blackout drunk. You had somehow managed to sleep with the germophobic man after you both crossed paths when you both were blackout drunk. Which leaded where you are now. In the Shie Hassakai base, pregnant with his child.

Once you showed him the test he demanded- no, MADE you quit your old job ad live in the base with him. Not in his room of course.Who knows what germs you could be carrying! You don’t get special treatment even if you are the mother of his child. And If we’re being honest, he doesn’t really see it as his child. More like an heir. How else would the Shie Hassakai live on?

He doesn’t even see you that often. He sends either Chrono or Mimic to look after you. Sometimes Setsuno. You liked Setsuno since he actually treated you like a human rather than a burden. Chrono was a bit better than mimic. Mimic was just a plain ass.

Your entire pregnancy was all about check ups. Healthy food, did I mention checkups? It was almost every Tuesday and Friday that he made you come into a little doctors room and inspect you and give you ultrasounds. You felt more like an incubator rather than a mother, but you digress. Once you got the news that the child was a boy you bet your ass Overhaul was way more worried about you than he originally was.

You wanted to run really. You saw what horrible things Overhaul had done. You didn’t want your child to end up like Eri or to turn into a shit human being like Overhaul. You wanted your child to grow up compassionate and kind, not a stone cold murderer with no remorse for human life.

Maybe once your child is born you can teach him those things in secret...

~~~

2 years after the child is born

You were right, Overhaul wanted nothing to do with the baby until it was old enough to be taught the ways of the yakuza. He wasn’t even impressed when the baby started talking and walking! You wanted to yell, scream, argue, and just hurt the man in general. A child needs support, not a unimpressed look everytime they do an accomplishment.

You always supported your son. Showing him how proud you were whenever he handed you a drawing of him and you. Overhaul barely even saw the kid which affected him to the point where the kid didn’t even draw him in pictures.

You were happy that your baby didn’t see/look up to Overhaul as a fatherly figure. Man didn’t deserve to be called one or be one. You were worried if Overhaul would use your son as a experiment like he was using Eri.

Speaking of Eri, you finally convinced Overhaul to let you see her and comfort her after he used her for the bullets. She was such a sweetie and especially loved how you would sing her to sleep whenever she has a bad day. You didn’t get to see her a lot, but you did what you could when you did. If only you could make Overhaul see what he was doing to everyone around him...

~~~

Your son just turned 8

Everyday your son looked more and more liked his father. Not to mention he inherited Overhaul’s quirk It wouldn’t have bothered you that much if it weren’t for the fact that he started looking up to his father. Whenever your so was getting put to bed by you, he would always tell you about how much he wanted to be the next leader. He would tell you how he watched Overhaul to paperwork, sat next to him in meetings and such. The finally straw for you was when he told you that Overhaul let him use his quirk on a living breathing human being. To say you were furious was an understatement. All you saw was red.

You smiled at the boy before pressing a kiss to his head and walking out his door while whispering goodnight before your started your expedition to give Overhaul a piece of your mind. You’ve stayed quiet for to long. You couldn’t just let him expose your child to such violence at such a young age! All you saw was red as you walked to his office door. Giving it a harsh knock you were allowed entry.

Upon entering you notice that you are the only one there with him. Just the two of you. You were afraid yes, but your anger out did it.

“Did you seriously let our son use his quirk on someone at such a young age?! He’s only 8! He doesn’t need to be exposed so early!” You yelled at him with your hands on your hips. You knew if you pointed at him you could say goodbye to that finger.

“He’s going to be the next leader. It’s only natural to start him off early. And I don’t remember giving you a say in the matter.” His voice cold and stoic but a hint of annoyance caught your ears.

“8 is way to early! Please Overhaul, Just give me 2-3 more years without him experiencing what you do.” You begged him. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You only wanted what was best for your son. Your heart stopped when you heard Overhaul get up from his desk and his footsteps come near your now slightly shaking form.

“Bold of you to assume I would let him miss out on very needed skills to become the next leader. We both know that if it weren’t for him, you would have been dead the second i found out I slept with you. That boy is the only thing that kept you alive. So, from now on, I expect you to never come to my face. Talking about him needing to be kind and compassionate, is not the way of the yakuza. One more incident like this, than I’ll make him kill you myself.” Your eyes widened as you looked at the man in front of you. You can feel your blood run cold in your veins as it circulates through your body. Tears streaked down your face as you felt so defeated. Your entire body felt like you’ve been crushed by a car.

You turned around and walked out the door and into your room. Locking the door your jumped onto your bed, grabbing the pillow before screaming into it. Your tears stained the pillow case as your body shook. You felt so hopeless and so helpless. Where was a hero when you truly needed one?

~~~

The next day

You were just finished changing before your son barged into your room. You were about to say good morning to him before he started screaming at you. Shocked you told him to calm down, but in the corner of your eye you saw the purple feathers that you have learned to fear walk by.

“What are you saying? Please calm down!” You say as you try to soothe your screaming child.

“How dare you try and take me away from dad! Dad told me everything!” Your son flailed his arms up and down while stomping on the ground. His screams soon turned incoherent.

“Baby! I would never-”

“Liar! Dad told me that you wanted to leave him! He said that you thought he didn’t deserve a son!” You didn’t say that what was he on?! You only wanted to protect him! You loved your son to the point you would die for him! What had Overhaul said to him!

“Please sweetie calm down-”

“No! I never want to talk to you again!” Your son ran out the door before slamming it shut. Your heart felt shattered as you heard Overhauls voice on the other side, ’calming’ your distressed son. You felt your world crumbling around you as your son was the only thing that kept you happiness in these dark times. Him and Eri. Oh Eri, if he grows up that means...

You felt vomit rise in your throat at the thought of your own son hurting such a sweet, innocent, little girl. You fall to your knees as tears spill down your cheeks. You couldn’t just run away from the Shie Hassakai ever. The base is fully guarded, and has high max security cameras. Not to mention the probability of them finding you and your son right away. If you even tried, you would probably get you and your son hurt. Maybe even little Eri.

Your whole body felt numb. You just wished it was a horrible nightmare.

~~~

5 months later

As the weeks pass by, you felt your hurt break more and more everyday. Your son had kept his word when he said he ever wanted to talk to you again. You haven’t heard your baby's voice since that day. Hell, now you barely even see him! You see Eri more than your actual son now. ANd seeing Eri was not that often.

You felt hopeless. You wanted nothing more to do than crawl in a hole and die. Every night was spent crying over your son and how your life and gone so down hill so quickly. You didn’t even feel like moving. You just sat in the corner of the room since it felt like the only warm spot in the entire room. This little corner felt like some sort of sanctuary in this horrible place you call home.

~~~

Your son just turned 13

Day whatever of the last time your son talked to you. And day whatever since you’ve left your room. You had no reason anymore. Overhaul officially banished you from ever seeing Eri again. Your world was crushed once more. At this point you felt like your whole existence was useless.

Your days grew darker by the minute as your mental health seemed to be slipping through your fingers. You only ever moved when you needed to go to the bathroom or to drag the food plate that was brought to you by some employee of Overhaul. You barely ate anything anyways so you really saw no point in doing anything anymore.

It only hurt more knowing that today was his birthday. You had asked the employee that brought you food if he had a party or just something to celebrate. You felt the last of your hope crushed once you heard his answer.

“The only thing he got was a official Shie Hassakai mask.”

~~~

Your son turned 15

You body was weak. You had refused to eat anything seeing no point in it anymore. You were always tired. Only getting up to go to the bathroom then sitting back in the corner that once gave you sanctuary.

You heard footsteps on the outside of your door as the familiar voice of Overhaul was on the other side. Another voice rang in your ears and it hit you like a train once you realized who’s it was. It was your sons. His voice was so much deeper than the little boy’s you had once heard. It only deepened your sadness. You blinked but didn’t even turn your eyes once you heard the door opening.

“We can test the serum out on her first. She’s too weak to fight back.”

“I didn’t know my mother had a quirk.” You couldn’t even make your eyes turn to look at them. You didn’t want to see the monster your son had become. Your heart couldn’t take anymore heartbreak, You felt like you would crumble into nothing.

You felt a light get shine into your eyes. You didn’t even blink during it. Once the light was gone you got a clear look at your once loving son. A mask covered his face just like his fathers did. He looked you in the eyes and you did the same. You wanted to cry but held it down.

A latex hand grabbed your arm before you felt the needle being poked into it. You didn’t even flinch or wince. Almost as if you were a lifeless doll. A hand moved up and down your face as if to see if you were even alive or ‘there’.

“She isn’t responding to anything. She didn’t even wince. She’s breathing but she looks like she’s sick.” All that was one ear and out the other. Finally you felt the needle leave your arm as a sigh escaped Overhaul’s lips.

“Well wait for about an hour or two and see the effects. For now, we have to do more tests on Eri. Lets go.” So...he was apart of the team experimenting on Eri. You felt like throwing up. How could the boy who you raised to be kind and compassionate turn into such a disgusting monster.

The sound of their footsteps leaving the room hit your ears. From the corner of your eye you say your son about to leave before you spoke up,

“You are not my son.” You saw him stop in his tracks as he turned to look at you. His eyes a bit wide but said nothing.

“I never want to hear you call me your mother ever again. Your a monster undeserving of one. I can’t believe I gave birth to someone like you. I never want ot see your face again.” In your monotone words they’re were spikes laced in venom. You couldn’t even look your own son in the eyes. As they we’re the same as his monster of a father.

“Get out of my room and never come back.” You heard him close the door slowly as you let out a breath once you finally saw him gone. You can barely stand to see the monster your child had become. But, you didn’t see nor hear the way his breathing became ragged. Or how his eyes felt like spilling tears. Or how his body slowly shook at your words.

‘It shouldn’t hurt. This shouldn’t hurt me. Why does it hurt so bad? Please stop it. Her words shouldn’t affect me. Why does it hurt?’

#overhaul x reader #bnha overhaul #mha #bnha #overhaul #chisaki kai #shie hassaikai #kai chisaki #kai chisaki x reader #mha angst #bnha angst #kai #angst #yakuza

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nessinborderland · 4 years ago

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Be Mine (05)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader / Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Omegaverse

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You were able to stay unbounded throughout your life. You didn’t want an Alpha; you didn’t need one. You would rather die than to give yourself to some random male. But the man that saved your life thinks differently.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drama, Developing Relationship, Past Abuse, Scars, Death, Blood and Gore, Animal Death, Trauma, Bath Sex, Blood and Injury

Notes: Here is the so awaited chapter nº5! It’s pretty much just Niragi’s funeral, but I think you’re gonna enjoy it either way :) I’m kidding lol, there’s no funeral. Also if ya'll want some music recs, I had Kai's first mini-album on repeat as I was writing this chapter. Is just so damn good. Enjoy <3

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“He’s dead,” Chishiya says like he’s announcing the weather. It’s so cold and impersonal that you feel yourself getting angry at him. It doesn’t last more than a second though; his words hit you like a ton of bricks. He can’t be dead; you would feel it. You don’t know how or why, but you would know. Your legs go weak again under you, but this time you lean against a stone pillar. That’s where you absently notice you’re on the front steps of a big red house.

“N- no,” you gulp, trying to control the tears that threaten to fall. No, he can’t be dead. “You’re lying…” you whisper that last part.

He just looks at you for a moment, without saying a word, before walking to an information board you haven’t noticed before. A card is stuck to the board by a pin. The Ten of Spades. He takes it and approaches you before putting the card in your hoodie’s pocket. Then he speaks.

“Why would I be lying, Y/N?” his tone is so condescending. Anger rises inside you again. “And why do you care so much?”

“Why do I care?...” you repeat his question to yourself. Why do you care? You don’t know. You barely know Niragi. But he saved you and was weirdly sweet to you on your first night together and he...you...you just care. You’re like eighty-five percent sure that this is your wolf talking, but you don’t care either way, “I’m going to find him,” you say as you practically drag yourself down the stone steps, cursing your injured foot.

“No, you’re not. Stop,” the order makes you stop on instinct, and your mind fogs for a moment. Your eyes go wide as you realize what he’s trying to do.

“Fuck you,” you hiss in his direction, “Go manipulate someone else.” You turn and continue limping down the path. You hear a growl, and he’s suddenly in front of you, now back in his wolf form. His teeth are bare, but you ignore him and walk right past him. “If you’re not going to help, just go away,” you say over your shoulder. “I will find him and bring him back by myself.”

You can’t hear him behind you anymore, but you can smell him close by. You ignore his scent to focus on Niragi’s, trying to find your way back to where you last saw him. You groan in pain at your ankle; it hurts more at every step. The blood seeping through your makeshift bandage doesn't make walking any easier.

You finally catch his scent and try walking faster. Part of you is thankful for the park lights that are now on, almost giving the impression of daylight; it makes the path so much easier to walk through. The con is that you can also undoubtedly see the bodies and blood. You see them everywhere in the open field you were just moments ago; animal and human. It's a bloodbath. You ignore the blood, and the ripped limbs, and the open wounds.

“Niragi!” you can’t help but scream when you see him.

He’s face down on the ground, still in his human form, like he had tried to crawl before passing out. You ignore the possibility that he might be dead. You finally get to him, falling on your knees to assess his condition. He’s covered head to toe in blood, and you hesitate to touch him. You’re afraid to hurt him more if you try to move him.

“Niragi?” you call in a trembling voice, “Niragi, can you hear me?”

No answer.

“I told you he was dead,” Chishiya says, right behind you. You ignore him and finally touch Niragi’s skin. He’s warm to the touch; way too warm to be considered dead. A grunt coming from him startles you.

“Oh my God! ” you exclaim, maybe a little too loudly, “Niragi, can you hear me? Can you move?”

“That’s just gas leaving the body,” Chishiya again, “C’mon, let’s go.” You roll your eyes and keep ignoring him, focusing on what matters.

Niragi’s hand moves as he grunts again, this time louder, and you realize he’s trying to talk.

“What-”

“Stop saying I’m dead-” he turns his head to the side, and you can finally see his face as he mumbles. “You fucking dog-... I hope you get leishmaniasis-... and die.”

You can’t help the sudden laugh that leaves your lips before you can stop it; people dying don’t talk like that. He opens one eye at hearing you, and you see his brow furrow even with all the blood on his face.

“Me dying is funny to you?” he asks in a croaky voice.

You shake your head and quickly wipe the tears that had started to fall. “No, I- I’m just glad you’re alive.” You turn to face Chishiya, a stern expression on your face “Will you help me, or I will have to do it by myself?”

The man rolls his eyes and grunts, before turning back into a wolf without a word. You help Niragi onto Chishiya’s back, ignoring the wolf’s snarl and the man’s constant complaints. You think most of the bleeding has stopped, but you still fear the open wounds, especially the arrow that made one on his chest. Thankfully, it had hit far from the heart and lungs. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t cause for concern.

You finally got to the front gates without much difficulty; Chishiya had dropped Niragi only once, and you considered that a win. Your own injured leg shot pain through you every step, but Niragis' condition put that out of your mind. You noticed the bundle of clothes both of them had left on the ground before turning, so you limped to grab them before joining them by the car. You also get Niragi’s rifle as you pass by the entrance. You put it in the trunk before helping Niragi inside. Chishiya turns back and puts on his clothes before getting in the car without a word.

“My shirt?” Niragi asks as you’re about to close the car door.

“Oh- Oh right,” you forgot he was naked. You didn’t think you could possibly get him dressed in his state, but it’s obvious he wants to cover up. You pass him the shirt and stare in confusion as he puts it on instead of covering himself. “Niragi, you shouldn’t-”

“I don’t give a fuck if anyone sees my dick,” he says with a grunt as he tries to pass his injured arm through the armhole. You’re about to say something when it hits you; his back. Of course, he doesn’t want anyone to see it. You nod and take off your jacket, now in only your swimsuit top, and cover him with it. He looks at you but says nothing. Lucky for you, you’re able to cover your own back with a scarf before Chishiya notices.

You drive back to the Beach in silence. Chishiya drives as you sit next to him, absently biting the nail of your thumb. Finally seated, you addressed your own injury. The holes the trap made were deep and still bleeding. You can hardly move your ankle now the pain has set. You hear Niragi moan in pain in the backseat as the car runs over bumps that Chishiya purposefully ignores. Besides that and the occasional sigh, the air is filled with awkward silence. Now that the game and fear and adrenaline has passed, you know that is only a matter of time before they’re at each other’s throats again.

You let out a sigh of relief when you get into the Beache’s parking lot. Chishiya is out of the car and gone before you can even say a word to him. Well, it seems like his generosity has come to an end. You sigh and get out of the car, helping Niragi get out as best as you can. He tries to stand by himself, but his mangled foot quickly gives up on him. You both almost fall before three militants nearby see you and decide to help. He looks on the brink of passing out, and his skin burns like it’s on fire.

“Take me to my room,” he says to the men in a faint voice. You’re about to say something against it; he needs special medical care. He stops you like he knows what’s going through your mind. “I don’t-... I don’t need no nursing student-... putting his hands on me. Room.”

You limp behind them in silence, wondering if he will want you in his room. Probably not, but you’ll at least leave his gun there before passing out in your bedroom. You fear a fight, but you’re honestly too tired for that. You do feel guilty for sleeping with Chishiya, but Niragi is at fault here too. He left you alone and purposely ignored you for a damn week. Besides, it’s not like you can control any of it; not anymore. Whatever self-control you had over your wolf seemed to have evaporated the moment Niragi’s hands were on you that first time.

You stand by the door as the men lay him on the bed before he orders them to leave. You lean his gun against a corner and stand there for a moment, considering what to do next. It doesn’t take you long before you decide. You leave the room and walk around the hotel until you find what you need, returning to his room with arms full of medical supplies, a basin, and some clean rags. His eyes are on you as soon as you open the door, a surprised expression on his face. It’s quickly replaced by a scowl.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks. You ignore his tone and focus on organizing the stuff you brought on the bedside table.

“You say you don’t want a specialist looking after you, so you’ll have to settle for me,” you answer as you limp towards the bathroom to fill the basin with warm water. You can feel his eyes on your back as you wait for the bowl to fill. Going back to his side, you start cleaning his skin, starting with his face. You don’t even try cleaning and detangling the mess that is his hair. You keep your gaze on specific points of his face, avoiding his eyes. You’re actually surprised he hasn’t tried to stop you. You clean his face until the water is pink, the gash on his forehead now clearly visible. It has stopped bleeding, the fast Alpha healing clear in the way the wound has started to scab. You stand up to change the water, and again his eyes are following you as you walk to the bathroom.

“How’s your ankle?” you hear him faintly ask over the sound of running water.

“It’s going to heal,” you answer as you go back to his side. You move to unbutton his shirt, but his hand lightly grabs your wrist. Your eyes lock. His eyes have a strange shine to them, and you wonder if he has a fever. By his body temperature, you wouldn’t doubt it. “Can I open it?”

He stares at you for a moment before nodding. You resume unbuttoning his shirt, opening it to reveal his chest. You keep doing the methodical task of rubbing his skin clean, barely noticing when he falls asleep. There are several lacerations and bite marks all over his chest and sides, but those seem to be healing properly too.

You also notice, to little surprise, that he has several tattoos adorning his pale skin; a tangle of thorns rise from his hip to his ribs, a single black rose in the middle of the artwork; an open winged raven stares at you from his pectorals, the kanji for power in the eyes of the animal; a smaller tattoo of a howling wolf marks his hip. They’re beautiful, and you wonder what their exact meaning is. It’s a shame that they will be covered in scars when he’s finished healing. You wonder if he has more tattoos on his body.

An hour goes by before you finish cleaning and bandaging his front. His foot is by far the worst injury, and you wonder for a moment if he will be able to use it again at its full capacity. You haven’t tried to take off his shirt or turn him around; you know he probably wouldn’t want that. Your eyes are heavy, and you almost doze off several times. You cover him with a blanket and stand up to clean things up. Your now swollen ankle reminds you you have yet to care for it, so that’s what you do, after making sure that Niragi hasn’t stopped breathing in his sleep.

You crash beside him with a tired sigh, eyes closing as soon as your head hits the mattress.

You wake up hours later, startled by the sound of hushed voices right next to you. You stay still, hoping they won’t catch on the fact that you’re now wide awake.

“I know it was you,” Niragi’s voice, faint and rough, “You pushed me into that fucking trap.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chishiya. “All I did was play the game.”

“So now what, you’re here to wish me a fast recovery or to finish the job?”

“Just came to check on her.” You can feel both of their gazes on you. You know they know that you’re awake, but neither of them says anything about it. You hear Niragi exclaim a rushed ‘hey’ and some rustling. “And to get this,” Chishiya adds. You know he’s talking about the card, still in your jacket pocket.

“She’s never going to be yours,” Niragi says in such a low tone you can barely hear him. You can feel the growl in his chest vibrating the mattress. “So fuck off my room.”

“Hmm, guess we’ll see about that,” Chishiya says in his usual unbothered tone. You hear him as he walks away and gently closes the door behind him. Niragi shifts next to you with a grunt of pain. You can feel the heat radiating from him in waves.

You stay still for a few more moments, trying to understand their conversation. Had Chishiya really tried to kill Niragi? You wouldn’t doubt it, but still, the idea scared you; he had been so close to succeeding.

You realize something. These are dangerous men; of that, you have no doubt. You’re sure that if it wasn’t for you being an Omega, they wouldn’t think twice about hurting you badly or even kill you. In what mess did you get yourself into? Why these two, of all the Alphas in the world?

“Why did you fuck him?” Niragi’s question breaks you out of your thoughts. You say nothing for a beat or two, before shrugging.

“For the same reason I fucked you, I guess,” you say with a sigh, “I couldn’t control my wolf from getting what she wanted,” he says nothing for several moments, so you decide to just say what else is on your mind. “He also was there when I needed. These guys were messing with me and he just...he was there. I- I did try talking to you several times but you just kept avoiding me so… when Chishiya appeared I… I didn’t even think twice, to be honest.”

“Would you bond with him?” he asks in a hesitant tone. This makes you turn to him. His eyes are focused on the ceiling, and you notice how heavy his breathing is.

“No,” you say without a second thought, “If I’m going to be bonded with someone, it’s not going to be with him,” it’s true. You really don’t want to be bonded with that man; not after how he acted with you. “Not if I have any say in it.” Which you fear you may not have. But you don’t want to put that into words.

Niragi takes a deep breath and nods, before closing his eyes again. His fists are closed by his side, and you know he’s trying to control his emotions, whatever they may be. He opens his eyes after some time and locks his eyes on you. They still have that weird shine to them.

“Would you bond with me?” he asks before you can ask how he’s feeling.

“I- I don’t know,” you really don’t. You don’t know anything about him, and you have the feeling that you wouldn’t like him even if you knew him better. “We don’t know each other. The last thing I want is to be bonded to someone I’m incapable of loving. I know everyone thinks I must be insane for refusing to accept my own biology but I- I would rather die than make my future children go through the same shit I went through.”

Niragi just hums in response, processing your words.

“Love is a myth.” he finally says, “The faster you accept your nature and that little fact, the easier life will be for you.” He moves to sit up, before making a sound of pain and falling back down on the mattress, “Fuck-”

“Don’t move!” you order, afraid he will just hurt himself further, “What do you need?”

“I’ll be damned if I need your help to take a piss,” he tries to sit up again, grunting as he successfully rests his back against the wall, “I’m not a fucking invalid.” You ignore his words and stand up to support him as he slowly makes his way to the bathroom.

You’re waiting on the other side of the door when you hear a sudden ‘thud’ from inside. You open the door to see Niragi on the floor, curses streaming from his lips as he tries to stand up. You run to his side, but his hand swats at you.

“I can stand up by myself, goddammit,” he mumbles to you. He suddenly drops against you with a groan. You start to panic; his skin is damp and hot as a furnace.

“Niragi, you have a fever,” you try to think of what to do, and your eyes fall on the jacuzzi bathtub in a corner of the large bathroom. “C’mon, I’m going to give you a cold bath.”

“No- Don’t you try to bathe me...damn woman,” he says, still trying to stand up by himself. You sigh and half-drag him half-support him to the bathtub. You lean him against the wall as you turn on the faucets, trying to get the perfect water temperature. You move to take off the bandages you had put on him just hours before, leaving only the one on his foot. He’s still naked except for his black and white shirt, just like the one he had given to you. You try to take it off of him, but he vehemently shakes his head no.

“Don’t- don’t you fucking try to take this off me,” he manages to say, eyes closed as he takes labored breaths. You don’t even think twice as you take the scarf off your shoulders and pull down your swimsuit, turning so your naked back is in full view to him.

“My father did this to me when I was eleven years old,” you talk fast, and your voice trembles, but you still force yourself to say the words. “He was drunk all the time, and I did something that made him mad, and he snapped.” you pull your swimsuit back up and turn around to face him. “I’m not asking to see your back or for you to tell me how you got them, I just want to put you in that goddamn bath! I couldn’t care less about your scars!” you’re not being completely honest, but your words apparently work. Niragi’s scowl lightens a bit, and he gives you a small consenting nod. You brush off the knot in your throat, focusing on getting him undressed of that crusty bloody shirt before helping him get in the tub.

He gasps as his trembling body hits the water, teeth chattering as he grips the side of the tub which so much force that his knuckles turn white. You take that time to focus on cleaning the rest of his body, including his matted hair, the water immediately turning pink. He visibly flinches when the rag touches his back, before leaning forward to give you better access.

You can’t help but look; of course you can’t. While your scars are just a slash of claws that go from shoulder to hip, his are...messy. They cover his whole back from shoulder to tailbone, some fine and silver, others wide and red. You have a sudden urge to cry, but hold it in; you know he wouldn’t react well to pity. Not that you pity him; not exactly. It’s more like it triggers your memories of the happening, and you remember how much it had hurt; how much that had been a turning point in your life. How much it still hurts, even though they’re no longer open wounds. You fear it’s the same for him.

You can’t resist passing a light finger over one of the deeper scars. You hear him gasp before fully accepting your touch. The sensation of your skin against his never loses that spark of electricity, doesn’t matter how many times you touch him.

“You smell like him,” he snaps. You can’t place his tone, but his sudden reaction makes you freeze and widen your eyes. His hand grabs your wrist, and he pulls you slightly against him. You have to brace yourself not to fall inside the large tub. “Get in here,” he orders. Your surprised expression is replaced by a raised brow; he sure sounds good enough to order you around now.

“I’m not getting in there,” you say as you try to release yourself from his grip.

“Oh yes you are, you fucking stink,” he retorts, pulling you even closer.

“How dare- “

You’re falling in the cold water bath before you can finish your sentence. He grunts in pain as you fall on top of him, and you don’t know if you should worry or be happy about it. His hands go to your hips as you try to get out, pressing you against him.

“You idiot, you’re going to open your wounds!” you decide to worry. You put your hands on his shoulders for support, and you notice you’re now nose to nose.

“I don’t care,” Niragi says, eyes locked on yours. “I just can’t stand you smelling like him anymore.” he tugs at your shorts, “Take this off.”

“Niragi, no,” you say as you try once again to get out of his grasp, “You’re sick and this water is dirty from your blood. I’m not bathing in here”

“I want you to smell like me,” he says like he hasn’t heard you. “Take it off or I’ll take them off for you.”

“Niragi-”

“I’m not repeating myself,”

You comply after a moment of consideration, sighing as you struggle to take off your wet shorts. His body is still hot under you, and that’s what’s stopping you from shivering in the cold water. There’s an uncomfortable moment where you just stay there, straddling him and so close to his face that you can see the specks of gold in his dark eyes.

Then he’s kissing you, and you’re kissing him back with as much ferocity. His hands rise from your hips to the straps of your swimsuit, and you let him pull them down to reveal your breasts. His mouth is on them in seconds, pierced tongue playing with one of your nipples as a hand gropes the other. Your arms go around him, pulling him closer as you moan in his ear. It feels so good. You can feel the growing wetness in your cunt as he keeps sucking on you, his hardening member pressing against your center.

You desperately want him. You don’t even try to fight it. You just want him in you as fast as you can. His mouth never leaves your breasts, but his hand moves down, pushing your swimsuit to the side. He’s inside you with a swift push, and you almost scream at the stretching sensation; he makes you feel so unbelievably full. You start moving almost immediately, chasing that indescribable sensation of pleasure that he provides.

Your joined moans echo in the large bathroom, mixing with the sound of skin splashing on water. The tip of his cock hits your g-spot at every thrust, the angle only allowing him to fuck you even deeper. Neither of you speaks, involved in each other’s embrace, lips kissing and sucking every inch of skin you can reach on each other.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this; you’re both injured, exhausted, and you had fucked a different guy just the day before. But none of that matters. You’ve been wanting this since the first time he came in you.

“You feel so good inside me,” you can’t help but moan as you ride him. You can feel your orgasm growing, your pussy clenching around him every time you impale yourself on his shaft. He just kisses you harder in response, tongue pressing against yours as you moan into his mouth.

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, the pleasurable sensation running over you from head to toe. You lean against him, your limbs feeling like jelly. He’s coming inside you not long after, teeth grazing the skin of your neck, so close to your marking spot that you think you can come just from that. You whine in satisfaction at the warm sensation his cum leaves inside you.

Neither of you moves for several minutes, gathering your breath while still connected and in each other’s arms. You don’t want to move; it feels too good. It feels right. You’re also extremely tired, and your eyes soon close, lulled by the fast beating of his heart under your palm. You doze off for a moment, before the feeling of his fingers on your back jerks you awake. You tense for a moment before relaxing to his feathery touch; his fingers are so soft.

“Now you smell like me,” he says in a gruff voice. There’s undoubted satisfaction in his tone.

You smile, snuggling even more against him.

Maybe Niragi isn’t such a bad choice.

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Lepidoptera

Chapter 3: Danaus plexippus

Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Rating: T (Language, violence, death, possible inuendo)

Summary:

There exists a creature that spans across many planets in the galaxy, with an unthreatening appearance and reputation. Their bodies are simplified to the utmost limit.

Simplicity is therefore flexibility. Simplicity is therefore tenacious. That is the Caterpillar. A simple insect dropped into the Box.

Cad Bane had thought she was retired, known she was. Because, after all, Sylv Rex was a well-known Bartender on Coruscant now. And hasn’t donned her moniker in ages.

Extra Notes: Cad Bane/OC/Embo Established Relationship, Deception Arc AU

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Dioxis had a strange smell. It was sharp and pungent to anyone who had better senses than the average human.

The effects of the poison gas would likely just make her drowsy if she stayed in the thick of it for too long. That was something that Sylv would give it credit for, but she had gone through worse. At least it wasn't a paralytic type of nerve gas. The only real issue that she would face because of the gas would be the pain of having to get the smell out of her clothing at the end of his little challenge of Dooku's.

Sylv sighed as she held a hand over her nose even though the action didn’t do much to stop the gas. She slowly scanned the floor, eyes narrowed a bit as she adjusted from the bright light of the box to the dim light within the fog of Dioxis.

It didn’t take long to find what she was looking for— The hole the gas had come out of.

She moved towards it, kneeling down and peering down into the hole. It was far deeper than it had initially appeared to be but dropping down into it would get them under the gas line.

However, there was a small issue because even though it was rather deep down into the floor of the Box, the hole itself would probably only hold one person. And there was no guarantee of her survival if she did drop down too.

There was always a chance that Dooku was just trying to kill them all off at once. She wouldn’t put it past him to do something like that.

She sighed again, weighing her options. There weren’t many in truth, it was either risk it or wait until everyone else in the chamber dropped dead. She wasn’t a fan of either idea, really.

She dropped down despite the risk.

Nothing happened to her once she landed, so she began inspecting the walls around her. There wasn’t anything that stuck out immediately, but it didn’t seem as if she had to find whichever mechanic allowed for their escape— if this was the right choice. Instead, with the whirring of mechanical parts, a bottom panel fell away.

She crouched, watching as more and more of the wall fell away and created a tunnel out. It would be a cramped fit for some of them, but it would do.

“Get your asses down here!” She called back up, “The hole where the gas came from leads to a tunnel! It’ll get you below the gas line and we can move on.”

There was some grumbling from above but ignored it as she rolled her eyes before crawling into the tunnel.

If they wanted to die up there it wasn’t her problem. Just because she wasn’t fond of leaving them to die didn’t mean she was going to go another extra mile for them. She had found and then given them a way out, but if they chose to follow it or not was their choice.

The sound of boots hitting the ground followed not soon after she had started crawling and a presence behind her told her Bane had arrived. Embo followed quickly after, but after him, she couldn’t hear who else did as she crawled through the tunnel.

“Stop looking at my ass, Bane,” she hummed, feeling eyes on her as she crawled, but she only got a snort back.

“Tha hell d’ya want me ta look then, bitch?” he growled.

Grumpy as usual it seemed.

She glanced over her shoulder at him and raised a brow for a moment before she looked back at the path ahead of them.

“What are your thoughts on Hardeen?” she asked instead and she sensed him tense up a bit at the question. A low growl escaped his throat and she rolled her eyes again. She knew about the other Hunter’s sense of possession, it wasn’t a secret to her no matter how much he tried to play it off.

Bane was possessive. That was just a fact. It was almost sweet in its own weird way.

“Not like that, Bane. I mean in general. I never have and don't want to start any sort of relationship that isn't Guildmaster and Employee with that one,” she scoffed before frowning a bit. “But you’ve noticed it too, right? The weird oddities he’s been displaying?”

Bane grunted, and that was all she needed for her to know how he felt on the matter.

Truly, the only people worth trusting here were herself and her two boys.

Not that Embo or Bane would like that being said, she was sure.

(Embo, maybe. He was a bit softer than Bane.)

It didn’t matter though, their brief conversation had to end as they neared the end of the tunnel. The end brought them out to the bottom of a hole much like the last one, leading into a darkened room.

She scaled to the top easily, climbing out before digging into her pockets. Bane climbed up after her as she found what she was looking for— a half-empty container of cigarettes.

In the past, the contents of the container had been Deathsticks, but that had been years ago. Stopping her smoking habit had been neigh impossible, so she had opted for the more legal of the two upon retiring from the bounty hunter life— mostly, at least.

She nudged Bane after she took one out, holding it between her teeth. The duros glanced over, still looking irate (when didn’t he though?) but she just offered the container to him.

“Keep an eye on Hardeen,” she said quietly as he took the offered cigarette. “Whatever is going on, I don’t think it's the same guy from the past.”

“Tch, ya know ‘im?” he asked as Embo flipped up from the hole. Unnecessary, but very on-brand for the other Hunter. She didn’t offer him one, he wouldn’t have accepted anyway— not here, at least. Maybe when they were done, sitting in the back of the Guillotine, or the Justifier, or the Swallowtail.

She shrugged, digging into her pockets for her lighter.

“He’s dropped by the Clover before. Saccha doesn’t like him, neither does Ajina. I don’t think Charlotte does either, but that’s beside the point,” she hummed, pulling the silver lighter out from her coat pocket. “The point is he’s acting differently than he usually would. Keep an eye out.”

Bane just adjusted his hat as the others started to climb out as well. Twazzi first, then Derrown, then Hardeen.

She handed the lighter over to Bane after she had lit the end of her cigarette. He took it, lighting his own, and passing it back as the rest slowly climbed up and out of the hole.

“Moralo Eval is impressed,” Eval’s voice came from over the loudspeakers, and the screens lit up along the walls again. “No casualties on the first challenge.”

Eval chuckled and Sylv lurched a bit as the platform they were on lowered.

“I guarantee that will not be the case for the next.”

The platform sunk into the floor, allowing them all to spread out again, but the room remained dark as Eval’s face vanished and the screens disappeared from the walls.

She remained near Embo, glancing around before a mechanical whirring caught her attention. She glanced back, watching as a section of the wall opened up. A plasma blade was attached to the section, and the others dove out of the way as it shot forwards. Onca ducked under it and Sylv dropped to the ground as well, boots anchoring her into the ground as she bent back at the knee.

She had gotten low enough to avoid the blade, but it seemed as if her cigarette wasn’t lucky enough to afford that liberty. She frowned as the section withdrew, allowing her to stand back up. Embo glanced over at her and she tossed the cigarette to the side as other parts of the wall also opened up.

“Acrobatics, probably,” she mused before looking up at her Kyuzo partner. “Have you ever run into traps like these while working?”

Embo snorted. “No. Never.”

“Betcha Eval gets off to watching shit like this then!” she hummed as she moved out of the way of another deadly spike.

He snorted again, but this time it was more akin to a snort of laughter.

It wasn’t long before those on the edge of the group began to feel a bit more overwhelmed than those who didn’t wander off did. A fatal mistake in the end, she supposed, as she saw Onca get cornered before impaled.

Well at least he was with his brother now she mused internally as she backed up towards the center. As of now, none of the sections could reach the dead center— which was where Bane and Hardeen had taken up the defense as well.

The sound of machinery made her tense as the room started to shift and the walls closed in on them.

At the same time, a walkway extended out from the wall above them, stopping at a hole in the ceiling and Sylv narrowed her eyes as she gazed up at it, sidestepping a plasma spike as it extended past her face.

So they had to get up there, then?

She glanced around, watching the various sections of the wall as they moved.

“I know how to get out!” She heard Hadeen say, likely directed to Bane, though she glanced at Embo, who shrugged a bit. If Hardeen was trying to be subtle, he wasn’t succeeding— but if he was trying to help them all out, then he was succeeding wonderfully. And succeeding in being the most suspicious of them here.

Sylv was naturally friendly in an aggressive way, those who knew her like Embo, Bane, and Twazzi knew that, so helping them out last round wasn’t out of the ordinary for her. But again, she knew Hardeen, and knew that a few of the others here likely did as well— Sixtat, for one, probably did, as she knew he was a sniper as well and snipers often ran in the same circles— then they would also find the way that Hardeen was helping others out suspicious.

“Show me,” Bane demanded with a slight grunt.

“There’s a pattern to the blades,” Hardeen explained, pointing to a section along the wall. “That one’s next, see?”

She glanced over, following where he was pointing, and, true to his word, the section of the wall extended out.

“If I can time it right, I can climb up to that exit shaft,” He continued. “Just follow me and time your jump.”

Bane nodded. “Go.”

And like that, Hardeen was off.

Bane watched him carefully, and at this point, she was certain they all were as he climbed up the sections of the wall.

“Get moving!” Hardeen barked and she had to bite back a chuckle as Bane readjusted his hat— he looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but held himself back from doing so.

He glanced over to her and she just gave him a shrug before a section of the wall blocked him from her sight— just as Kira Swan got impaled.

She turned back to Embo, rolling her shoulder a bit before nodding.

“Let’s get out of here, Embabe,” she hummed, making him chuckle a bit. “What? I don’t want to end up like Onca and Kiara, the boss wives wouldn’t like that very much and I have things to do back at my place!”

“Whatever you say,” he mused. “And ‘Embabe’? Really?”

“You want baby instead?”

He just shook his head, a semi-rare instance of playful banter between them, before he took off towards the far wall. It was easy to see why, as he flipped up to a section of the wall that just shot out. She followed after him, using the different sections of the wall to push off in a form of free running instead. She did find this rather fun, in truth. Sylv was a proficient climber and enjoyed free running. And she did have the muscle ability to make some of the jumps that the Kyuzo could— just not the several meters up kind of jumps like he preferred to do.

Twazzi followed right after them, running along the walls instead of jumping from platform to platform.

She liked Twazzi, actually. She was a decent person in terms of Bounty Hunters, easy to work with, and an honorable sort when it came down to it.

Sylv gave Embo a slight salute before following after the Frenk woman with a small grin, they Kuyzo letting out a slight rumble, before following right after the two of them to the top.

It didn’t take long for the three of them to get to where Bane and Hardeen were waiting for the next section of the wall to extend. When it did, Hardeen took off before Bane, sliding under another section of the wall and leaping up towards the walkway. The other sniper paused for a moment, looking up into the exit before he leaped up. Bane was quick to follow with Derrown after him.

Embo seemed to be watching those who were still alive as they clambered up to them, but Sylv nudged him slightly.

“Don’t wait too long, ‘Bo,” she said before she turned, following the path that Hardeen had charted out for them and climbing up through the exit in the ceiling.

Hardeen reached down to help her, and she narrowed her eyes just a bit before she allowed him to haul her up. She didn’t miss the narrowed gaze that Bane was giving the other Hunter behind his back.

“You’re feeling rather helpful today, Hardeen,” she said as she pulled her arm from his grasp, with a bit more force than she normally would have with anyone else, but Hardeen didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he tilted his head a bit.

“What do you mean?” he asked, leaning down to help Jakoli up. She stretched her back out a bit before she answered.

“You’re just acting weird is all,” she hummed, brushing a bit of dust off of her coat. “Hey, Embo. Welcome to the party.”

The Kyuzo just grunted in response as he climbed up next to her the same time Hardeen made a slight noise in the back of his throat.

“Maybe I’m in a good mood,” The sniper tried to defend himself and she saw Twazzi raise a brow ridge at that.

“What’s good about this shit?” Bane growled.

“Eval is kind of an insane fucker, maybe that’s why Hardeen is in a good mood, Bane,” Twazzi piped up as she stretched. “Sadistic people who get off on this shit flock together.”

Embo and Sixtat both snorted out chuckles at that as Hardeen sputtered. Sylv chuckled a bit and shaking her head before she caught the Frenk’s eye. She gave the slightest of nods to her when she did.

It seemed as if she also found the way that Hardeen was acting to be strange.

They didn’t get a chance to poke at Hardeen again, though, as Eval’s giant face made an appearance again on the screens that decorated one of the walls for the time being.

“To reach your final challenge, you must pass through my Ray-Shield,” he told them before a mechanical whirring noise filled the room before the said shields buzzed to life— red in color, and if the way that Eval had been throwing life and death situations at them was anything to go by, it was likely also deadly.

Yeah, Twazzi was definitely right.

Eval was probably getting off at the amount of danger he was putting them all in.

Malacosoma americanum or the eastern tent caterpillar are the ones you see in the USA with those massive nests in the trees that look like cobwebs. Fantastic climbers. Also rip Sylv's cigarette, you tried so hard.

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