#and when they get knocked out and lay on the ground face down. thats my favorite comic thing ever they should do that all the time forever

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fuck it favorite inhumans panels time

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You Called

Rhysand x she/her POV

Warnings: Miscommunication :D

Word count: 2746

Rhysand watched as she danced under the starfall. Absolutely beautiful. The most beautiful female he'd ever layed eyes on.

She was his mate.

That word seems foreign in his head. 200 years old, he never thought he would ever find his mate.

She didn't know though. The bond hadn't set for her. At least thats what he thought. He'd known for about 20 years now. His brothers had some suspicion but he didn't tell anyone.

He tried for about 15 years to get the bond to set for her. He wanted it to come naturally and not be the one to tell her. It's not the right time, he thought. So he gave it a rest for now.

He couldn't be around her though, so he distanced himself for 5 years. Only approaching or speaking to her when needed.

Her POV

"Did I do something to Rhysand?" It was late at night, Starfall was over. I had drug Mor to stay with me in the House of Wind. Usually we would stay at the townhouse but I wasn't feeling entirely sure I was welcome.

"What do you mean?" Mor mumbled. She was very drunk and trying to sleep. I didn't drink much tonight, which was not normal for me. I always go all out for nights like this like but I had to much on my mind tonight. I couldn't even fully appreciate starfall.

I had a nice night, don't get me wrong. But the whole time I just had this aching pain in my chest I didn't understand. 

"He just seems different. He barely talks to me anymore. Barely even acknowledges me. I don't know what I did..." He can't possibly know. 

"Babe, just relax. It's probably nothing. He gets in moods sometimes." More voice was quiet. I know she was fighting sleep to talk to me. I shouldn't have had this conversation at a time like this.

"Some long ass mood..."

***

"Az! Please wake up! Open your eyes, Azriel." I shook his shoulders. We had been shot down from the sky. When he hit the ground he was knocked unconscious. Even with the ash arrow through my wing I was still able to land.

We had been on a mission for the past 2 weeks. We were flying home from Spring Court when multiple ash arrows started flying through the air. Azriel blocked most of them from me but I still got shot. I couldn't grab him in time before he hit the ground.

It was night time. I could barely see anything through the trees and the dark sky.

I could hear footsteps and voices getting closer. I must protect Azriel. I'm wounded but I won't go down without a fight.

I needed to get help. I covered Azriel's body with my own as I closed my eyes. Rhys. I wasn't sure if I could reach him from this far. Rhys I need you. What if he has me completely blocked out? Rhysand please, they're coming.

The footsteps were close. I pried myself off of Azriel, pulled my sword off my side and stood up straight. My body ached. I could feel the poison from the arrows weakening my body, making me sicker by the second.

I think I blacked out, fighting these people, whoever they were. I didn't stop, couldn't stop. My body was drenched in their blood, or maybe it was my own blood.

I was overpowered. Knife to my throat. This was it. This is where I die. I can't save Azriel. I can't save myself. Killed by men in masks.

"Cowards," I choked out, blood dripping from my mouth. "Show your faces."

"Illyrian scum." The one holding the dagger to my neck said viciously. "Don't worry. We'll send your wings to your High Lord. Then we'll take his when we-" his sentence was cut short by his head coming off his body.

I gasped as the dagger nicked my neck slightly. The rest of his men began screaming loudly, holding their heads as they all fell to their knees. Then, absolute silence. And they were all dead.

I turned around quickly, still on the ground to see who killed my attackers. I let out a sob as I saw his familiar, piercing violet eyes.

He was on his knees before me, taking hold of my face in his hands. He looked over at all my injuries.

"You came," my voice failed me. I was holding onto him for support. I knew I was about to lose consciousness from the ash poison and the loss of blood.

"You called. Of course I came. What happened?"

"Azriel, you have to take him. Take him home now, Rhys." I pleaded with him, tears I had been holding back began to roll down my face. "He's hurt. I couldn't wake him up. Take him, please."

Rhys whipped his head over to Azriel who was unconscious in his own puddle of blood. I was praying that he was just unconscious and not...

"I'll be back for you." Rhys placed a kiss on the top of my head before he picked Azriel up in his arms and winnowed away. 

He's gonna be okay. He's gonna be okay. He's gonna be...

I'm not sure how long Rhys was gone. Minutes or seconds but I was growing tired. My body was failing on me. I was defeated. The poison was still in my system. I had to stay awake.

"Keep your eyes open," the order was from my High Lord. Not my Rhys. 

"I'm tired Rhys." He picked me up off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck weakly. 

"You're gonna be okay sweetheart. We're home now. Just keep your eyes open." I could hear other voices around me. I could recognize Madja's voice. But I was only focused on Rhys. He set me down on a bed and began to walk away. 

"Please don't leave me." I held onto his hand tight. His promise that he would never leave me was the last thing I heard before I finally slipped into sleep. 

That's me. Why can I see myself sleeping? Is this a dream?

"She's okay, we've got her." I looked around the room, Madja was by my beside working her magic to heal me. 

"What the hell happened?" My line of vision went to Mor as she burst into the room. My heart was beating so fast, anger coursed through my veins. 

"Keep your voice down." That voice rang in my ear as if I just spoke. Rhysand. Rhysand spoke. Where was he? "They were attacked outside of Summer. They're okay."

I was looking at myself again. Aching sadness and guilt ran through me. No. No this wasn't me. This isn't what I'm feeling. I see myself through Rhysand's eyes. These are Rhy's emotions I feel.

His emotions were overwhelming. Everything he felt for me was maxed out to 100. He felt sick. Guilt was the most I could feel. Then sadness... Anger... Regret.

He felt guilty for not getting there sooner. For not being able to protect his brother and me. Sadness for the state we were both in. Anger for the men who hurt us. And regret for not making them suffer longer. 

Mor was talking to Cassian. I could hear their voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Rhys was tuning them out as he watched my sleeping figure on the bed. His thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand. 

Theres something else here. I can feel it within him but... but I don't know what it is. 

I finally awoke hours later. That was such a weird dream. Or at least I thought it was a dream until I looked to my right and Rhysand was sitting beside me. His hand was still holding onto mine but he was fast asleep. 

He didn't leave. He stayed like I asked. He looked cold. I should give him my blanket. 

I barely moved a centimeter in my bed before Rhys woke up. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He moved closer to me. He placed a hand on the side of my face gently as he looked me over. 

My whole body warmed to his touch upon my cheek. He was so close. 

I opened my mouth to speak but my mouth was far too dry. Rhys noticed immediately, using his magic to bring me a glass of water. "Here." His voice was so soft as he brought the glass to my lips so I could drink.

I was trying not to laugh at his protectiveness. I know he was worried, had been worried. But I'm alright now. I wanted to tease him but maybe I'll take this attention some more.

"I'm alright," I assured him. I took the glass from his hand and placed it on the nightstand after I took another sip. 

He kept looking me over. I was sore but I know my wounds have healed now. 

"You can go now, I wouldn't want to bother you any longer." I tried to remove my hand from his but his grip only tightened. 

"You could never bother me," he sounded hurt by the word I used. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Damn you heart. Don't flutter now. You can't do this.

I tried to slowly inhale and exhale out my nose, trying to calm my breathing. He can't know how I'm feeling. He can't know that I'm his mate. 

"Azriel, is he alright?" I tried to cover up my nervousness by thinking of something else. Why does he keep staring at me?

"Azriel will heal, it will just take longer for him. But he'll be back to himself in no time." 5 years. This was the longest conversation we had in 5 years. He pushed me away right after the bond snapped for me.

I honestly didn't know how to react after it. It was so unexpected. I had know Rhys for so long, he was my family and my best friend. Why did it take so long for this apparent bond to snap into place? Was the Cauldron playing a game with us?

I'd always had a little crush on him but always pushed it aside. Falling for my High Lord? It was embarrassing. Everyone in Velaris most likely had a crush on him. How could you not? Have you seen him?

He still hasn't let go of my damned hand. Gods, it felt like my hand was on fire. 

There was silence for so long. Rhys wasn't looking at me. He stared down at our conjoined hands. His brow furrowed as he was deep in thought.

"You seemed surprised when I arrived. Like you expected me not to come help you." He seemed angry.

My face heated up in embarrassment. "I-I just didn't think you would be able to hear me from so far away."

"No, that's not it. You expected me not to come to your aid. Why?" 

I was flustered. I hated he could read me so well. My shields were always in tact so I knew he wasn't in my head.

I tried to pull my hand away but his grip only tightened. "Let me go." He of course let go at my wish. 

"Why did you think I wouldn't help you?" His voice raised slightly.

He would keep pushing if I didn't give him an answer. He had no right to be mad at me. I should be mad at him. "Because you have been cold! Distant! Did you know this is the longest conversation we have had in nearly five years? I did expect you not to come. You hardly speak to me and when you do, you answer with one worded responses. You avoid me. Do you think I haven't noticed when you make some sorry ass excuse to leave when I enter the room? I don't know what I have done for you to dislike me so. So sorry for expecting you to not come to my aid when i ask of you."

I was furious. If my body wasn't so sore and tired I would have stormed out of the room dramatically. Now it's just awkward because he is sitting there not saying anything. Not denying it either.

"You think I dislike you?" His voice was so quiet I almost didn't hear it.

"Why else would you ignore me?"

He looked like he wanted to say something else but he bit his tongue. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. "You are not ready for that answer."

So he admits it. He has been pushing me away. Purposefully it seems. The answer 'I'm not ready for'. Asshole.

I hated myself for the tears that weld up in my eyes. My mate doesn't even want to be around me. 

"You don't get to decide what I can and cannot handle." I looked away from him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"This isn't easy for me." Gods I wanted to punch him so bad.

"I have zero pity for you. Must be so hard pushing someone away who has done nothing but love you." I was already humiliated enough, why not put a cherry on top. Might as well tell him how I feel.

"No, no. Don't say that. You don't love me." He was pacing back and forth in front of my bed now.

"Of course I love you. I have loved you even before we-" I was the one who bit my tongue this time. 

His eyes bore into mine. "Before what?"

Can he really not feel it? This bond between us? I feel it in every bone in my body. From the bottom of my feet to the top of my wings.

"Before what?" He almost yelled.

"Before we were mates!" I yelled back at him. "There! I said it! Are you happy now? Get the fuck out!" I threw a pillow at him.

"How long have you known?"

"Get out, Rhys! I don't want to have this conversation right now." I threw another pillow at him. It was all I had around me. He caught it and threw it at the wall behind him.

"Goddamit it, Y/N! How long have you known?"

"5 years. 5 years of feeling this bond with someone who has given me the cold shoulder."

"15 fucking years I tried. I tried 15 years for the bond to set into place naturally for you and of course the second I stop trying... The moment I stopped putting myself through all that pain and decide to give you space it fucking clicks."

I think my heart stopped beating for a second. I was temped to reach my fingers to my neck and check my pulse to make sure I hadn't died.

"What?" I almost didn't even hear my own voice.

"I've known for 20 years that you're my mate and loved you for even longer before that. Guess the cauldron really wanted to fuck us over." He walked back over to the side of the bed and sat back down in his original spot. He let out a sigh of defeat. 

"How could you not tell me?" Tears rolled down my face. 

"You didn't tell me either..." I almost rolled my eyes. I had my reasons, I wanted to know his. He must have picked up that I wanted a legitimate answer. 

"I... Wanted you to love me, for me. Not because we were mates." He looked down at his hands folded in his lap.

"Rhys..." I pleaded him to look at me. "Rhysand." He lifted his head finally. "You're my best friend. I am lost without you. Sometimes I-I feel I cannot breathe without you. My heart beats for you," pushing through the pain I moved to the side of my bed. I grabbed his hand and placed it over my heart. "It has always beat for you."

"You are my everything," he replies, taking my own hand and placing it upon his heart as well. It felt as if our heart's were both beating erratically in sync. He leaned forward till our foreheads were pressed together. My eyes closed on instinct, the tears still rolled down my cheeks.

"I thought I lost you. I have never been more terrified in my entire life," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

"I am here." I pulled away only an inch. I placed my other hand on the side of his face, beckoning him to look my in the eyes. "I am not going anywhere."

"I love you with everything that I am. I cannot live without you. My heart calls your name." He wiped the tears from my face before pressing our lips together.

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Always The Friend Part 2

Pair: Bucky Barnes / Female Reader  Summary: It’s the next morning and you have to decide if staying is the best choice since Bucky obviously doesn’t want you as a friend either.  Warnings: Implied smut... thats all. Oh and the feels. lol

A/N: Rewriting my whole masterlist, so hang on tight. Hope these will be better than the originals! I tend to write for female readers, but I try not to use any details so this will be for all races. If you see me miss a detail, please let me know so I can fix it. I want everyone to be able to enjoy my stories.

My stories have not been beta’d or really edited, so sorry of there is some mistakes.

Read part 1 here

The next day you wake up feeling horrible. Like you were hungover but didn't drink. You still can’t believe you unknowingly told Bucky your feelings and he hasn't said anything. He hasn't come to talk to you or anything. Now, not only is your heart broken from unrequited love, but you also lost your best friend in the process. You knew you shouldn't have told him, because look what happens when he finds out. You're sure he is probably laughing with Emily over your stupidity.

You drag yourself out of bed because you are hungry. You skipped dinner last night, not wanting to see him, but you know you can't skip another meal. You figured you would lay low for the next few days and let things die down. If it's still too awkward, or Bucky and Emily make it hard on you, you will have to make a decision on whether to stay or not. But for now, you will lay low and stay hidden if possible. First you will sneak into the kitchen for food and then hunker down in your room.

“Friday, is anyone out in the hall right now?” You ask the AI.

“No, agent Y/L/N,” she replies. You sigh in relief and head out your door. You quietly walk to the kitchen hoping to grab coffee and a small box of cereal to bring back to your room.

When you walk into the kitchen it's empty. Thank god! So you quickly put get everything you need and start the process of making coffee. You're trying to be quick to get out of there before someone, especially Bucky, sees you.

“Y/N?” you hear quietly. You close your eyes in both frustration. Damn silent super soldier. 

You take a deep breath and refuse to turn towards him. “Morning. I.... uh... just wanted to get coffee and cereal. I won’t bother you,” you say quickly. 

You continue to make your coffee feeling the heat climb up the back of your neck. Already the tears are starting to form. Stop! Don't give him anything!

“I-I actually wanted to talk to you,” he said taking a cautious step toward you.

You turn and look at him. “Please don’t,” you say. 

You look at his face and see that he hasn't slept at all. The dark circles under his eyes, the puffiness and redness, he looks... horrible. You ignore it cause he made you feel horrible.

“I don’t need to hear how embarrassed you were to hear what I said in front of your girlfriend, or how you don’t feel the same way. I'll assume our friendship is over, which sucks, but I understand,” You voice cracked.

You grab your supplies and head out of the kitchen back to your room and lock your door. Only then did you allow the tears to come out again, your proud that you stood your ground and said something. It doesn't help your broken heart, but right now nothing will help that. As you sit there silently crying, there is a light knock on your door. You ignore it, not wanting to see anyone, when you hear Bucky call through the door.

"Bells, please. Let me in. I just wanna talk. Please," he whispers that last word, but you heard it.

You decide to hear him out. At least then you can get closure and decide if staying here is the best thing for you. You wipe your tears and walk to the door, opening it and walking away, letting Bucky walk in on his own accord. He comes in and slowly closes the door as you sit on your bed, refusing to look at him. He sighs and sits next to you, allowing your shoulders to touch. Your betraying body once again burns with the skin to skin contact.

“I have a lot to apologize for Y/N. First is that I should've ran after you yesterday or at least come last night after allowing things to calm down. I was just scared I guess, but I'm sorry. I've been trying to get the guts to come here and talk all night. So, when I ran into you in the kitchen I knew if I didn't talk to you now I was truly going to lose you, and... and I can't have that.”

You looked at him for a moment. “What were you scared of?” You asked, ignoring the fluttering in your heart at the rest of his declaration.

He gulps and takes a deep breath. “Scared that you didn’t really mean it. That you're not really in love with me. I-I've been in love with you since the day I met you, my Bella, and the thought of you feeling the same way doesn't make sense to me. I mean you're so amazing and I'm... me,” You’re speechless. 

"When will you finally see yourself the way everyone else does? Bucky, your the most caring person in the world. You would give anyone the shirt off your back if they needed it. You're amazing Bucky. More amazing then you even know, which is why I meant it. I've been in love with you for so long, but I was scared I would lose you, and well now you have Emily, so."

“I broke up with Emily right after you left the room. She kept me away from you on purpose, and I wasn’t 100% sure about her anyway. Besides, if there was even the slightest chance I could be with the love of my life, I was going to try.” He said shrugging at you. “I’m just sorry I didn’t come to you yesterday. I should have and told you all of this right away. I should have told you awhile ago. But...”

You put your hand to his mouth, silencing him. “We both should have said something awhile ago. I’m sorry I never did, but... I love you Bucky. I’ve loved you since I met you.” Bucky smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Can I kiss you, Belle?” He whispered rubbing his nose against yours. You nodded wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowers his head to bring your lips to his.

--

You and Bucky spent the whole day in your room. You talked more about your feelings, and expressed them in the best way possible. Finally you both decide it's time to stop hiding, you showered, together, and head to dinner with the team with large smiles on your faces. When you walk in, hand in hand, the team all looks at the two of you with a smirk.

“About time you stopped being an idiot, Tinman!” Sam yelled.

Bucky flipped him off as you giggle leaning into Bucky. Bucky looks down at you with a soft smile wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head. Dinner was eventful. The whole team talked about how it was about time you both told each other how you felt. You curled into Bucky’s side blushing by the end of the conversation. 

“Well I for one am so glad you two finally figured it out,” Steve said as dinner was wrapping up, staying silent up to this point.

“Oh yeah? Why's that punk?” Bucky said with a raised eyebrow. Everyone at the table looked at Steve, who had a big smile.

“Because... now I don’t need to hear you whine and pine about Y/N. 'Oh I love her but she will never love me back. Do you think she likes me?' You sounded like a teenage girl!” Steve said imitating Bucky.

Everyone was shocked at this, but then the whole table started laughing hysterically. You looked up at Bucky, who still had his jaw dropped in shock, and blushing. You laugh, taking his face in your hands, drawing his eyes to you. “It’s okay baby, I love how much you whined and pined for me. Makes me feel... special,” You bring him toward you and peck his lips.

Bucky smiled at you. “You are the most special, my Bella. I love you,” He says before kissing you again to the sounds of your team whooping in the background.

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Gotta love happy endings!! Hope you all enjoyed. Feedback is appreciated. And stay tuned for my other works getting a reboot!

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I’m genuinely so happy to find more people who still remember epic, and more importantly mandrake. I’m here to request a fic, a list of headcanons, just anything about this man being a devoted husband. This man is just bug Gomez Addams and I’m so here for it.

Please *shakes my little tin can at you* just a crumb of bug dilf

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There’s not as much of him in here as I intended, I need to write more fluff with him.

Enjoy!

Mandrake x Reader

Tentative Truce

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Voices. Thats what you heard past the deafening sound of ringing in your ears. Hushed voices whispered to each other in panic. It was hard to breathe, like something was pressing tight against your chest and ribs, resisting every time you inhaled.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you forced them open, however they didn’t stay open. Regardless, everything was blurry, fading in and out of focus, and unbearably bright. So bright, it made you flinch and groan.

The voices quieted for a moment, then shuffling.

“Why did bring you here?!” A voice hissed.

“She was hurt! What was I supposed to do? Leave her to die in the mud?!” Another voice whisper-yelled.

“Not bring her to Moonhaven, are you insane?!”

Two voices, both male, arguing. At first, your brain could only register “two voices” and immediately thought of your loving husband and son. But…no, that wasnt right. Mandrake wouldn’t be bickering with Dagda, he would be at your side the moment he heard you stir, holding your hand, fussing over you.

Moonhaven…

Moonhaven?

In your exhausted and bleary state, you felt a hand against your forehead, soft and gentle and warm.

“Easy now,” a voice as smooth as the river spring said as the hand brushed the matted hair from your face. “You need your strength.”

“Ugh,” you let out another groan and tossed your head, eyes squeezing shut. “What—where-…where am I?”

“Nod you just put the entire forest at risk!” One of the voices snapped. “What do you think Mandrake will do when he finds out she is here? Hm?”

“Relax, Ronin! I was just trying to help—“

“Oh yeah, and Im sure he’ll understand. Here! Why don’t we just tell him exactly how you KIDNAPPED HIS WIFE—!”

“Both of you! Enough,” the woman cradling your head spoke.

With another groan, your eyes peeled open for the last time. The room was spinning, but over time it stilled.

The blinding light you were seeing was the sun, shining through tall green leaves and reflecting off of polished stone walls. There was never this much color in Wrathwood.

Another brush of hand against your side made you wince. Looking down, you see a slim dark hand against your side, pressing against a blood stained bandage that was wrapped around your chest. So thats why it was so hard to breathe in.

As you lay amongst soft white petals, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Then you looked up.

“Oh.” You blinked in surprise.

The woman gave you a friendly smile like you had been friends your whole life. She had a simple beauty to her, like how a breath of fresh air or the sight of blooming flowers felt beautiful. Natural, grounding and familiar.

“Sorry,” Queen Tara chuckled, raising a hand off of your body as you lay in her lap, “we couldn’t get you to the healers in time. This was our next best option.”

You swallowed and looked at her strangely. “It’s…okay?”

You sat up, the bandages pulling tight on your body as you held your head and tried to get rid of the airy feeling behind your eyes. “What happened?” You groaned, shaking your head.

“I think you got knocked off your bird by a hawk or something—“ a boy with brown hair said, before getting hit by a man in green armor. “Ow, hey!”

Ronin sneered and looked at you cautiously. The feeling was mutual as you bore your teeth in a hiss, although, it wasn’t nearly as effective when you weren’t a boggan yourself.

“Nod here found you on the forest floor bleeding,” he said, gesturing his head to Nod. “And stupidly,” he glared at him, “brought you here.”

“I didn’t know who she was!” Nod said, trying to defend himself. “I’ve never seen her without her helmet before!”

“That doesn’t matter!” Ronin said back.

“Boys, boys!” Tara spoke up, and instantly they both quieted. “Ronin, Nod did a good thing,” she smiled. “If he had left her there, who knows what would’ve happened. And then we’d have to deal with the consequences.”

You only looked back and forth between them with a raised brow.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” you interjected, eyes darting between them before looking at Tara sheepishly, “your majesty? Uh—“

“Please,” she snorted and waved you off, “you’re as much of a queen as I am! Call me Tara.”

“…your majesty,” you repeated, making clear the extent of your relation. “You…know who I am,” she nodded with a smile, “…so why in the seven hells did you allow me to be brought into your inner sanctum?!”

You looked at her in bewilderment. You were her enemy, the partner to the man who threatened her entire realm. So why on god’s green earth did she just so nonchalantly bring you in, heal you, and just idly keep you at her side?!

“You were hurt,” Tara answered bluntly. “Despite Ronin’s insistence,” said general crossed his arms with a glare towards you, “I would’ve have done the same for anyone.”

The irritation in you subsided. You blinked in surprise, looking at her with astonishment.

“Huh,” was all you could say.

“We should really send her away,” Ronin stepped forward, his hand never leaving the hilt of his katana. “Her being here is a threat, your majesty. We can’t risk her bringing the rest of the Boggans here.”

“She is our guest, Ronin,” Tara said firmly. “And besides, I can only heal so much!” You looked down at your torso, at the blood stained bandages that wrapped around and under your unclothed chest. It still hurt. “She still needs to rest.”

“If Mandrake figures out she’s here—“

You all stopped in place as a sudden boom rattled the ground beneath you, followed by the sound of screeching birds.

“Too late,” Nod said.

You sighed and shook your head. Always one for the dramatics, your husband.

You pushed off of your knees, grunting and wincing and pain as you tried to stand. Nod and Ronin rushed to your side, arms under your armpits and helping you stand.

“That’s my cue,” you grunted, the sound of clashing metal and shouts echoing down the stone halls.

“Come on,” Ronin scoffed. “Let’s get you back before your husband tears through my entire guard.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing,” you retorted, limping beside him.

You barely went out into the open without your weasel cloak, or the shrew skull you wore as a helmet. Ronin had been the only one in all those years to have seen you without your armor, at least when alongside your husband. So to the rest of the leafmen you were nothing more than an injured leafwoman or jinn, an associate, a peer, collateral damage that had been ushered in to be healed or a fellow soldier. They didn’t bat an eye as Ronin and Nod ushered you through the halls, your eyes squinting against the bright light of day outside the stone stronghold as the sound of battle grew closer.

You threw up your hand and winced at the bright sun light, glaring at it until the loud growl of your husband turned your head.

Looking left and right, you almost pushed Ronin away before your eyes fell onto the towering frame ahead among the many bodies of boggan soldiers versus leafmen. And damn it if you couldn’t stop the smirk on your face seeing Mandrake’s cloak swirl around him as he threw leafmen off the stone awning and slammed his cudgel against the ground. Damn it all if he wasn’t hot as hell when he fought with that sneer on his face.

“Mandrake!” You yelled, holding your side.

He didn’t even have to stop fighting to look up and spot you immediately, standing at his full height while kicking a leafman in the chest.

“Y/n!” He turned back to the leafman he was holding up in the air by the collar and growled. He slammed his head against the soldier’s, dropping him before stomping forwards.

Ronin gripped your arm tightly as you tried to pull away, glaring ahead as you tugged and cursed at him.

The moment he laid his hands on you once more, your carefully tuned ears picked up the sound of many many arrows being drawn.

You looked around, spying the dozen boggan archers hidden in the rocks now aiming their weapons towards Ronin and the leafmen who came to your side with shields raised. Your eyes fell on one particular archer, the familiar rat-pelt donned figure of your son Dagda.

“Weapons down,” your voice gave Mandrake pause as you yanked your arm once again to no avail. Ronin’s grip did loosen, however. He looked at you in surprise.

You looked up and made eye contact with your son, giving him a stern look.

Dagda glanced at Mandrake, then back at you, as if to say “are you sure?”

You nodded curtly.

He frowned and lifted his hand in a closed fist, telling the archers to hold as he lowered his bow.

With a huff, you got your arm out of Ronin’s grip, shooting him a glare and a well placed huff in his direction before running a hand over your head and sighing.

“Mandrake,” you said in relief and pushed past the leafmen who watched in shock and bewilderment.

Mandrake’s look softened and he let out a huff, shoulders relaxing. “Oh thank the gods,” he grumbled under his breath while rolling his eyes, his large hands settling on your shoulders as you stopped in front of him and he immediately began to fuss over you. “Are you ok? What happened—?”

“I fell off my bird,” you assured him and cupped his face with two hands, mostly to keep him from looking at your bandaged sides. “I’m fine, really.”

You stopped, sighing and looking back at where the leafmen were now parting, standing at attention as Tara made her way out of the palace walls. “She fixed me up,” you said, brows knitted together as you looked up at her with your arms crossed.

Mandrake looked up, his gaze immediately narrowing as he stood at full height once more, looking down at her.

“Tara,” he said with disdain.

“Mandrake,” she stopped and held her hands in front of her. That was one thing you respected about her, she wasn’t afraid to look her enemy in the eye. And she did it with grace too, even as her general behind her was biting his tongue until she returned to the safety of Moonhaven’s stoney walls.

“I apologize for the trouble,” Tara said with a smile. “Someone had found your wife badly injured on the forest floor without knowing who she was and brought her here.”

She raised her hands and looked at them. You noticed she still had some blood on her fingers.

“I healed as much as I could,” she added, looking back up and clasping her hands together and looked at you with a warm, friendly smile. “But you’ll have to figure out the rest. Personally, I’d recommend staying in bed for a bit, some good ole TLC never hurts.” With that, she winked at you, and it made you feel…strange. Tara was…a lot friendlier and more casual than you expected her to be.

Mandrake made a noise deep in his throat, moving his cudgel from one hand to the other.

“She’ll be fine,” he said bluntly, his hand itching to be somewhere on your body or to pull you closer. “Our healers will take care of everything.”

“Of course,” Tara bowed her head.

He let out a sharp exhale from his nose, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you back towards him, wrapping part of his cloak around you as he turned around and began walking away.

The other boggans cleared out, snarling and chittering both with each other and at the leafmen, mounting their birds as Mandrake’s grackle soared down and landed, ducking her head.

He was just about help you up onto his bird, Nightshade, when he stopped and turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Tara.

To your surprise, he gave her a slight nod, before heaving you up onto his bird and settling right behind you.

As he nudged his bird to take off, he pulled you into his lap, arm wrapped around your waist possessively as you took into the skies, leaving Moonhaven behind.

He was being unusually quiet. You almost said something, but he beat you to it.

“You’re not going to be leaving the nest for a while.”

You groaned and threw your head back as he didn’t even bother looking at you. “It wasn’t even my fault!”

“We need to find your bird as well,” he added.

“Hah! Good luck! I don’t know where those mockingbirds chased him!”

He looked down at you with a smirk and held you closer, nudging you and teasing, “Mockingbirds?”

“Oh don’t get me started,” you huffed and looked away, cheeks turning red as he chuckled and led the way back to your home.

[kakyoinmybro]

I made a Hualian one shot once, and so I thought i'd just post it here since its mostly fluff.

The screams of pain and the mocking vocies filled the air of Xianle. The blood that filled the streets of Xianle. The crown prince was struggleing to figure out how to do fix this. He crack his nuckles as he thought about what to do. Should he burn it? No no that wont work. Maybe cut it off? No even worst!

The human face disease was messing him up. He couldnt figure out how to fix it.

The people were calling for his death, if the prince dies then maybe the pain would go away.

"No no...I can fix it! Just give me more time!"

Thats it...he just needs more time. More time..

The people of Xianle surrounded Xie Lian. They held makeshift weapon, and some even had tourches. Xie Lian was sweating, he wanted to help. He needed to help.

"Wait! Please wait! Just stop! Please!"

He repeats these words. But nothing worked. Xie Lian was screaming crying strugleing.

He shot up in bed. Hua Cheng was trying desperetly to wake Xie Lian up. And now that his husband was up, Hua Cheng held him close to his chest. "Shhh...Its just a dream, calm down. It was just a dream. Your save, your save in my arms."

Hua Cheng whisptered sweet words to Xie Lian, he was able to calm down Xie lian.

"Your right...your right..."

Hua Cheng gently layed Xie Lian down and they both slowly fell asleep.

No more nightmares for the rest of the night..

It was 10:00 almost eleven, Hua Cheng finaly woke up. Xie Lian was humming to himself as he cooked breakfast for Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng groggleing wander into the living room, wearing his cute butterfly boxers that Xie Lian made for him.

Hua Cheng wrapped his arms around Xie Lian's waist. Xie Lian couldnt help but giggle softly, "Hua Cheng, I cant cook well your doing that." Hua Cheng whines, and reluctently lets go of Xie Lian. "But gege!" Xie Lian gives him a small peck on the cheek before putting the 'food' on a plate and put it on the table.

Hua Cheng sat down, he rubbed his eye and yawned. Hua Cheng then started eating, "Mn...Gege's food is very good! This humble one can die happy now." Xie Lian giggled, "Your already my little ghsot." Hua Cheng smiles, "Gege is too nice." Xie Lian messed with his robes nervously. Hua Cheng noticed that, "Whats wrong gege? Still scared from last night?" Xie Lian shakes his head. "You know how E-Ming and Ruoye now have human forms now? And you know how jelous you get about it?..." Hua Cheng nodded his head? "Go on." Xie Lian lowered his gaze to the ground, "Can we get a pet?" Hua Cheng frowned. "Is that what gege really really wants?" Xie Lian nods.

Xie Lian wasnt trying to replace any of them, Hua Cheng gets so jealous by E-Ming and Ruoye. But Xie Lian needed a friend, and so he wanted a pet. "Okay gege..If gege wants it, then this one cannot refuse." Xie Lian shoke his head, "Hua Cheng, you will still get all my attention! But when your gone without me...I need something to be with!"

Hua Cheng's eyes widen, his heart ached. Has Hua Cheng been so selfish to deniy Xie Lian the chance to have friends? Has Hua Cheng just been isolating his husband!? Hua Cheng's breath quicked. He was worried. But Xie Lian's gentle touch to his hands made him calm down. "San Lang, this pet is for both of us..You have every right to agree or disagree to it."

Hua Cheng gulped slightly, and nodded his head. "I'll get Yin Yu to use the perfict pet!" Xie Lian smiles.

At his husband's happyness, Hua Cheng cupped Xie Lian's face and kissed his passionetly..

Its been a few days, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian were waiting for a pet, Yin Yu is usally fast about it. But with how picky Hua Cheng is, he made a long list on what they(he) didnt want. But finaly!

Xie Lian was cleaning around Qiandeng temple as he normaly did. Hua Cheng always told him that he doesnt have to. But Xie Lian does it because he wants to. Yin Yu gently knocks before entering the shrine. He held a fluffy white cat with some darker spots on its face, ears, paws, and tail. Its eyes were bright blue, it looked like an angle. Compared to most cats Xie Lian ahs met, this one didnt seem to mind being held. Xie Lian droped the broom and rushed over. The cat was honeslt tiny, like a little cloud.

It was a kitten!

Xie Lian looked excited, he held out his hands to get the cat. Yin Yu bowed his head and gave Xie Lian the kitten. "Ah, such a beauty! You did great Yin Yu!" If Yin Yu's mask wasnt on, he most likely would be blushing slightly. Yin Yu bows deep and rushes away. He wasnt aloud in the Qiandeng temple for longer then a few secounds, since this is the personal living space of Hua Cheng. But Xie Lian lets him stay for as long as he want.

Xie Lian holds the kitten close to his chest. He was kinda sad that Yin Yu left before Xie Lian could thank him to death. But it gives Xie Lian some time to figure out how to take care of a kitten. He puts it down and the cat sniffs around, then the kitty wanders to the pile of dirty clothes. It sniffs one of Xie Lian's shocks, before grabbing it in its mouth and dragging it towards Xie Lian.

Xie Lian's eyes widen and he rushes to take the sock away from the kitty. "Ah, I dont think that taste good..." The kitty seemed sad, it meows and looks at the sock. Xie Lian didnt know weither to laugh of cry. Xie Lian sighs and puts the sock back in the pile. He takes a clean sock and gives it to the cat insted. "This should taste better."

The cat meowed, as if to thank Xie Lian, and it took the sock in its mouth. Xie Lian smiled, and spent a few hours playing with it. Hua Cheng lazy kicked off his shoes and sneeked behind Xie Lian, he wraped his arms around Xie Liam's waist..when he noticed the kitten playing with Xie lian's sock. Hua Cheng frowned slightly and begain nibbleing on Xie Lian's earlobe, "Gege...I see you have a new toy hm? Tired of this one already?" Xie Lian blushes and shakes his head. "Not at all San Lang! Remeber when you told Yin Yu to look for a pet for us? Well he finaly found one! Isnt it cute!?" Hua Cheng chuckled and kissed his husband's cheek, "It is very cute, whats the gender?" Xie Lian shruged, "I dont know how to tell."

Hua Cheng nodded, he took one hand off of Xie Lian's waist and picked up the kitten, said kitten went limp like a ragdoll as soon as it was picked up. "Well gege, since its so young it might be kinda hard but.." Hua Cheng shows Xie Lian how to identafy the gender of a cat...Dont ask how Hua Cheng knows how to do that, he's just smart or something.

It was a male!

Xie Lian smiled and took the kitten from Hua Cheng. "What should we name him?" Hua Cheng thought for a moment, "Well he looks like a cloud, and his eyes such a pretty blue...Xiao Yudi, little raindrop?" Xie Lian smiled and held the kitten close, "Little rain drop it is!" Xiao Yudi meows loudly, and so Xie Lian lets him down to play with his sock some more. . .

Hua Cheng pins Xie Lian to the bed. They have been taking care of Xiao Yudi for a week, and so Hua Cheng wanted to 'award' Xie Lian. Hua Cheng leaned forwards and started to bite on Xie Lian's neck. When suddenly something started to nead at Hua Cheng's back. Xiao Yudi was sleeping in the pile of clothes not to long ago..and now he was curling up in a ball and falling asleep on Hua Cheng's back.

Xie Lian laughs and picks up the kitten. The cat meows angerly. Hua Cheng sighs and moves off of Xie Lian and layed on his back, arms behind his head. "Maybe he needs a bath?" Hua Cheng sugests.

"Maybe...In the morning, but I need to give my San Lang love~" Hua Cheng's eyes widen at his husband's teasing, Xie Lian was very bad at being all flirty as stuff. But he some how made Hua Cheng blush! It wasnt long before Xie Lian realized what he said, and so he also blushed brightly. "A-ah, well...I ment like..cuddleing and um I.." Xie Lian stuttered to explan himself. Hua Cheng laughed, he always felt happy with Xie Lian. Hua Cheng didnt care about anyone else, he just wants his gege. Hua Cheng shifted to lay on his side, "It's okay gege! We can do anything, I will do anything gege wants to do!" Xie Lian shakes his head, he also laughs. He puts down Xiao Yudi and cuddled up with Hua Cheng.

Xiao Yudi wonders around, the little kitten still hasnt fully explored Qiandeng temple, and he hasnt even been to paradise manor. But the poor little kitten some how found E-Ming, oh no. Xiao Yudi sniffs at the scmitar, E-Ming starts to shake. Xiao Yudi puts his front paws on the sword and contiues to sniff at it. E-Ming started shaking more, Xie Lian noticed that Hua Cheng seemed uncomfertable. But Xie Lian realized, that wasnt E-Ming's 'im about to cut your face off' shake, that was the happy shaking E-Ming normaly did with Xie Lian. E-Ming and Ruoye gained the ability to get a human form, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian didnt even now how. But the two wepons are magic and so it wasnt the most shocking thing ever.

Xiao Yudi meows at the scmitar, Xie Lian sighs, Hua Cheng reluctently lets Xie Lian stand up. Xie Lian picks up the kitten and lets him cuddle in the bed with Hua Cheng and him.

Hua Cheng refused whenever Xie Lian mentined bring Xiao Yudi to paradise manor and introduce him to the ghosts. Hua Cheng didnt even think about it, he disagreed faster then Xie Lian could try to reason with him. It took about a month after getting the kitten for Xie Lian to convice Hua Cheng. But Hua Cheng did take E-Ming, and kept a close eye on the kitten. Xiao Yudi kinda reminded Hua Cheng of Xie Lian, but also, Xie Lian cared deeply for the kitten and so HUa Cheng is going to make sure that nothing happens to the poor baby. The ghost swarmed the kitten in Xie Lian's arms. Some tryed to pet it, and they got the death glare from Hua Cheng. But some did get the chance to sneak a pet in, or a pull on the tail. Some made jokes on how the cat might taste, HUa Cheng didnt like that. Xie Lian just smiled and laughed, reasuring Hua Cheng that no one will eat the kitten. It wasnt the worst thing, well, other then the female ghosts trying to insist to hold the kitten. At the end of the day, Hua Cheng sighed as he shoos away the ghosts. Xie Lian smiles and lets the cat down to wander around. But Xiao Yudi was just playing with the flowy sleeves of Xie Lian's robe. Hua Cheng sits down on the throne chair thingy, pulling Xie Lian to sit on his lap. Xiao Yudi makes an upset meow now that his play toy was gone. And so he went to go sniff around.

Hua Cheng puts his forhead to Xie Lian's, "Gege...this was tireding." Xie Lian holds Hua Cheng's hands, "I know I know, this gege is sorry for pushing your boundrys." Hua CHeng shakes his head, "Never gege! You have never done anything to make me uncomfertable!" Xie Lian smiles and nods. There was suddenly alot of meowing, Yin Yu was holding Xiao Yudi bringing him back into the room. "My apologize for introrupting your moment, but the cat was trying to excape." Xie Lian lets out a soft 'ah' and he gets up to gget the cat, but Hua Cheng stops him. Hua Cheng takes the kitten from Yin Yu, Yin Yu bows and leaves.

Xiao Yudi bats at Hua Cheng's hair. Xie Lian laughs he pats the kitten's head. "What if we introduce this little one to are friends in the heavens? It would be less scary since we know they wouldnt eat him." Xie Lian mostly just ment, Shi Qingxuan, Mu Qing, and Feng Xin.

"If thats what gege wishs."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I dont remeber what inspired me to make this, but hey, who doesnt like cats?

[notahorseindisguise]

"... to bugs"

last time a bee stung me was over 3 years ago. i laid down on the grass and accidentally crushed a bee with my left earlobe. she was just laying still there, and i, the big fumbling giant i am, accidentally put here into a dark, crushing situation, and she lashed out. she stung me on the ear, and she died because of it. it hurt me for 3 or 4 hours at most.

last time a human stung me was a month ago. we were sharing a family dinner, and my dad told me that the way i was sitting on my chair was impolite. i had my left foot up on the chair, the knee resting against my chest, and the other leg crossed between my foot and my body. this came out of nowhere, because i always sit like this, but my dad said it was impolite, and i didnt understand how. i asked him why it was impolite. he said you know why. i replied no i dont. he said i dont believe you and yes i do and stop lying and sit properly. i said dad im being serious i dont get how this is rude and he said something must be really wrong with your brain if you dont understand. i put my feet down and i ate my dinner in silence and i went to sleep early that night. i still think about that every time i sit that way in a chair. i think about how wrong my brain is.

last time an ant bit me was last year. i was at my grandmas house, where my cousins and i would have a yearly water bomb fight. running around, chucking water balloons at each other, at one point i squatted on the ground to avoid being seen, and didnt realise my toe was in a green ant colony. dozens of ants began climbing my foot, and i was desperately apologizing out loud and gently knocking them off so they wouldnt be hurt, but i didnt want them on me or else they would bite. someone heard me talking to the ants and threw a water balloon at me, which exploded on my face, and so i ran after them, to retaliate, not knowing i had left an ant on my foot, and had run away from its home with it, and so it bit me, to let me know. i dropped my balloon and i put the ant back at its home. that was the only bite i got from disrupting the whole colony. it stopped hurting about an hour later.

last time i was bit by a human was a week ago. id had a hard time recently, and was determined to make this day count, especially since i was home alone all day and had all the free time i wanted. i showered (which i normally am not motivated to do), brushed my teeth (which i normally am not motivated to do), shaved (which i normally am not motivated to do), ate (which i normally am not motivated to do), cleaned my room (which i normally am not motivated to do), cleaned the bathrooms (which i normally am not motivated to do), did the dishes (which i normally am not motivated to do), vaccuumed (which i normally am not motivated to do), and then pulled out my laptop to work on an assignment (which i normally am not motivated to do). at this stage in my long hard day, i was feeling very proud of myself (which i normally dont have a reason to do), when my mum came home, saw me on my laptop, and said of course you sat there all day and did nothing. all my pride vanished and i felt worthless (which i normally do), nodded my head, and closed all my schoolwork tabs. if thats all im thought to do, why shouldnt i do it.

the last time a bug hurt me in general was 2 weeks ago. a simple housefly was buzzing around and it accidentally flew into my mouth. i accidentally swallowed it. it became caught in my throat. i had a huge coughing and retching fit because of the obstruction, and i didnt feel better until the next day, when i had forgotten the feeling. but im sure the fly got the worse deal.

the last time a person hurt me was just the other day. i had done my hair in a different way which i thought was really cute. i showed it off to my siblings but before i could say anything they laughed at me and said i looked like an idiot. kt was all jokes. they thought i was joking about the hairstyle. i smiled and laughed with them. i went away and put my hair back and decided to never change it up again.

maybe if people were a little bit nicer i would treat them more like insects

[mooseyspooky]

God, The Model/Das Model by Kraftwerk just makes this whole AU pop up in my head where its 1992 and Johnnys a burnt out session musician who never got his own band off the ground. And hes in some studio, hes supposed to be writing backing guitar to some advert, but theres all these porn magazines laying around. And hes flipping through them idly, more than a bit high, and his whole world just crashes to a halt cause there in the centerfold is this pretty boy with big blue eyes, staring up at the camera so innocently. As if he'd just accidentally stumbled onto the bed and tastefully covered himself up with a sheer white sheet.

And Johnny cant shake it. He starts tearing through every magazine, taking every picture of this boy he can find. He finds a short article that says his name is Steven, Steven Morrissey. That he likes cats and hot tea and books. And he advocates celibacy despite his chosen career.

Johnny gets a little off tilt about it all. He knows it. He cant get through his day without looking at him. Hes so picturesque. Every sharp line of his face makes his heart race. Theres no pictures he can find of him completely undressed and uncovered, but theres one of him playfully kneeling in bed and looking over his shoulder at the camera where you can see the full curve of his arse and Johnny spends too much time touching himself to it.

He begins to try and subtly ask around, in a way that doesnt seem too obsessed, about where this guy might live. He starts with ringing up a friend at photography studio, he ends up with the number of an agent that works with some of these more softcore mags. The guy says he'd be happy to set up a private meeting for a reasonable price of £5,000 and Johnny immediately says yes and goes to sell one of his guitars to write the cheque.

And when he arrives in Camden he knows he should go back. He's too invested. He's spent weeks fantasizing about this boy who doesnt know him. He'll be a total stranger to him, just some weirdo who likes to get off to his photos. But Johnny can't help himself. He catches a cab to the flat they're arranged to meet at and knocks on the door until a well built guy with a closely shaved crew cut answers the door. He says his name is Jake and he'll be present for the entire meeting, and that Johnny isn't allowed to touch Steven without getting permission from him first.

Johnny thinks thats a bit much but he nods and gets walked down a hallway till he comes into a well decorated living room and there he is. Steven. Sitting politely in a chair by a large glass pane window, looking perfectly serene. Johnny isnt sure if he can move any closer, hes absolutely captivated by him and when those blue eyes turn to him Johnny can feel it. Its like the pull of gravity. The feel of something otherworldly. Like a strange cosmic force that manipulated the course of destiny to get them both in this room. And Steven stands up, graceful and poised, and touches his cheek. Touches his neck, his shoulder. Staring at him like he's a phantom.

Do I know you?

[blueyhuesposts]

Kevin Barr x reader

Your twin brother Eddy finding out

Warnings: Making out, Implied innuendos, Yelling, Physical altercation, Cursing

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Your brother was going to find out one way or another. You just really didn't expect or wanted it to be this way. This could have all been prevented but your carelessness(horniness) got in the way of you guys being careful.

You guys laid in your bed, the comfort of Kevin's want body laying on top of you as you read a book for your English too distracting. Reading the page the fourth time around it didn't help that Kevin was kissing your bare stomach, your shirt scrunched up.

"Kevin stop. I really need to focus on this chapter. Can't we ever just hang out with it having to turn out like...well you know." You couldnt finish the words too embarrassed by it. He looked up at your face and smirked slightly. "Turn out with you screaming my name and telling me you can't get enough of me?"

You cheeks flamed up and you covered you face. "Why would you say that?! Your so mean!" You said slightly slapping his shoulder. He laughed in your stomach, the vibration tickling you and making yourself laugh as well. You sighed and picked up the book returning to reread the chapter once more.

You finally got half way through it before you felt Kevin bite you softly above your belly button. You put down the book, giving up at this point before sighing softly "Kevin..." He kissed up your belly before licking a long stripe up the bottom of your bra. You bit your bottom lip, in order to conceal your sighs and soft moans.

He raised up and pulled you up slightly by your hips to level you out. You couldn't help but run his cheeks softly with your hands before bringing him down to place the softest kiss. The kiss turned from one peck to two before his tongue rubbed against your lips. Given him permission you opened your mouth slightly inviting his tongue.

He relished in the way you gasped, loving the feels of your hands behind his head. You sucked on his tongue and he groaned, grinding the slightest but onto you. You moaned silently, enjoying the feeling of everything. Though it didn't last long. Too busy with each other you guys couldnt hear the loud mouth of your brothers and your guys two best friends... surprisingly.

You two jumped up when you hear your door slam open, the wall behind it surely cracked. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER?" Eddy yelled at the top of his lungs. You couldn't comprehend the situation, scuffling to get your shirt down while Kevin sat up on your bed trying to ease his breathing. "Oh my! We are so terribly sorry Kevin and Y/n! My apologies we're leaving!" Double d said frantically hiding his eyes and blushing face.

"THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL IM LEAVING THIS PERVERT HERE WITH Y/N!" Your face turning red with anger. "DONT CALL HIM A PERVERT EDDY! CANT YOU EVER KNOCK!?" His face turned into the shade of a tomato, grinding his teeth. He was about to open his mouth again before kevin stepped in. "Hey man, chill. Look we've been meaning to te.." Kevin couldn't even finish his sentence before Eddy pushed him back off your bed.

"I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING FROM YOU SHOVEL FACE! TELL ME WHY I SHOULD BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU?!" Kevins face turning sour before he got up fists clenched to his side ready. "Fine then you wanna fight let's go!" Eddy tackled him by his stomach before both boys fell on the ground scuffling.

"ED DO SOMETHING!" Double d yelled panicking trying to grab Eddy. Ed finally grabbed Eddy and I pushed Kevin far enough from my brother "ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU! Kevin you need to go alright." Kevins face exasperated. "YOUR GOING TO TAKE THIS DORKS SIDE?" "THIS DORK IS MY BROTHER! And I would watch what you say next time about him." Looking deathly in his eyes. Tears glossing up your vision.

He looked at me before his expression fell, picking up his hat and leaving dodging Eddy's frantic kicking and hands. "YEA THATS RIGHT YOU HEARD HER DONT COME BACK HERE!" Rage filled your entire body as you wtaches you brother smile as if he won the fight. "AND YOU! HOW COULD YOU?" He looked at me as if I was crazy.

"HOW COULD I, AS IF I JUST DIDNT CATCH MY SISTER SUCKING FACE WITH SHOVEL HEAD OVER THERE!" Double d chimed in. "Eddy please be reasonable we violated your sisters privacy, though it wasn't right she didn't tell you it doesn't make it right.."

Tears sliding down your cheeks you wiped them roughly with your sleeve. "GET OUT! ALL OF YOU I DONT WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU!" Screaming at the loudest volume as your twin they all stopped bickering. Ed dropped Eddy who slowly crep away from your room, double d apologizing profusely once more before running out the door. The only one left is Ed who watched with a sad face.

He hugged you tightly lifting you off the ground "It's alright little one. Things will get better!" Dropping you down from the bone crushing hug he ran out the door to follow his friends. You slammed your door and couldn't help sliding down it. Your chin in between your knees, you couldn't help the choked up sob coming. Once you let that out you finally let it all go.

Everything wasn't going right, you lost your brothers trust, he embarrassed you, and you probably lost the best boyfriend you ever had. You felt royally screwed. Sobs and silent screams past your lips before you went on your bed to just cry even more.

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Though your brother will never admit it, he felt terrible. Watching you close up from him and give him the strongest death stares ever imaginable chipped at his heart. Your his sister, his twin in fact. He sighed his ego feeling like a deleted balloon standing at the doorstep of someone he surely can't stand.

Ringing the doorbell, he waited for a couple of second till the door opened. There Kevin stood shocked covered his face before it changed to a hatred look. "What do you want dork? Come here to fight again?" Eddy opened his mouth before remembering the reason why he was there. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "No I just want to talk..."

Both teenage boys sat in Kevin's sofa, soft to the touch and comfortable. Eddy sat awkwardly as Kevin stared him down. "Why are you even here you ruined me and y/n relationship. You have three seconds to tell me what you wanna say before I give you a punch in the face."

"I'm here to make amends and...apologize." It felt as though Eddy swallowed a whole mouthful of his pride right then and there. Kevin raised a brow intrigued. "Y/n isn't someone I can control and I can't control who she likes. She was definitely happier with you and I don't want to take that away from her." Kevin sighed before sitting down on the couch as well.

"look man, y/n hated keeping the secret from you knowing how you were going to react. We were going to tell you but of course that didn't happen did it?" Eddy gritted his teeth together "yea catching you guys in the act isn't all I want to see!" "Whatever man. It's y/n's life not yours." Even though Eddy hated it, Kevin was right.

"I am not happy with the guy she chose but if she's happy then that makes me happy too, she's my sister and of course I'll always be protective of her. I'll respect your guys relationship and privacy." Kevin hid his smile before leaning back against the couch "thanks man..."

Knowing Eddy though, he always had to have the last word. "But if you ever break her heart I'll shove your motorcycle up your ass." Kevin chuckled slightly gritting his teeth. "Don't count on it, and if you ever touch my baby I'm killing you..." They both looked at each other before shaking hands. Now Kevin only had one problem, making it right with you.

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You laid miserably in your bed. Thought this all happened in the span of a weekend thankful you didn't have to go to school, your heart hurts and you couldn't stop the tears from pouring from your eyes. Kevin hasn't called you in the span of the weekend and you haven't spoken to your brother either. The only person you've talked to was Nazz. She visited earlier to have you cry it out on your shoulder.

But of course she had to go. And here you are alone again staring at the dresser near your bedside. A Polaroid picture secretly taped there from outside eyes. You and Kevin hugging each other as he smirked and you kissing his cheek. The tears blurred your vision before sniffling in your pillow. That was until you hear your window get tapped on.

You got up immediately turning over and recognizing the figure standing there. You walked over quickly opening it. "Uhh...hey doll?" Kevin said unsure of what to say. He gave you space but from the looks of it you definitely needed his support. His chest tightening seeing your red eyes and nose.

You scowled at him but walked away to your bed laying down on it, turning away from him. 'thats a start isn't it?' Kevin thought as he climbed in. He sat near your feet, trying to remember what he was going to say before coming here. "I'm so sorry y/n. I shouldn't have left and not have called you. I thought I was giving you space. You never left my mind though...I was always thinking bout you." He heard you shuffle and he looked up to see you facing him and sit up.

"I still don't forgive you." You said as your cheeks puffed out of anger. Kevin couldn't help but smile slightly, your too cute for your own good. "I know, I'll work to make you forgive me." You rolled your eyes going to hug him before stopping yourself. "And don't ever call my brother a dork. He might be an annoying, loud ass. But he's my brother and if you want to be with me. Your going to have to accept that."

Kevin nodded, already facing the fact that you'll always have your brother and he was going to have to deal with it. "I know. Cmere..." He said before grabbing your arm and dragging you towards your bed. You couldn't help the slight smile that creeped up on your face.

He rubbed you arms and you finally could relax, knowing even though it was going to be difficult you guys will get through it together, always. He kissed your cheek and you blushed slightly vefore shoving his shoulder. A faux hurt expression spread through his face. You rolled your eyes before mumbling something and kissing him like you have never kissed him before in your lifetime...

"Dork..."

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You saw your brother sat on the couch, not really watching what's going on in the t.v more spaced out than ever. "Hey.." "wassup?" Eddy replied looking towards you. "I know what you did and I wanted to thank you, your the best annoying ass brother in the entire world and I would never trade you for anything." He rolled his eyes embarrassingly before he was forced into a hug from you.

"Yea yea whatever. Just don't let me catch you guys kissing again I'm still having nightmares of shovel face perverting against my little sister." You looked at him with a blank stare "you know I'm 3 minutes older than you right?" "Whatever.." you both smiled softly before finally sitting down and watching the game show together that was playing on TV. Finally at ease.

[googleeyed]

The Blackhole [A story HEAVILY Inspired by Minecrafts Blackhole mod, ft. Wilbur soot, tommyinnit, Slime cicle and Philza minecraft.

[Hello, my name is Professor Soot. or for my freinds Wilbur, Soot. im writing this very quickly to introduce myself, and to document my discoverys. its difficult due to the soon empending doom tho. anywho, i hope this will help me keep track of my findings.]

I woke up in the morning agrevated by wooshing. I adjusted my eyesight for a closer look, it seemed quite small, atleast for the time being, i got up out of bed and threw on my white lab coat calmly, right over my golden-yellow sweater. It was uncomfortable, but i didnt have time to change.

As i scampered out of bed, my coat started being pulled torwards the direction of the blackhole could feel it pulling on me, i ran as fast as i could to Doctor Sickles home, i bursted through the door of his adobe and shouted "DOCTOR WE HAVE A ISSUE!" As he snapped up from his bedside, wide awake due to my yelling, i saw the terror in his bloodshot eyes.

"Throw on ur labcoat, quickly!" He replied with a bit of a slur in his voice "wha.. man im trying to sleep.." As he rolled back over on his side, i looked out of his window only to see the blackhole again, but this time it had gotten larger. I tried to tell him urgently again, this time i shook the side of his back violently. The pure expression of anger on his face was upsetting, but i didnt have time to make him "breakfast in bed."

Doctor Sickle then finally got up, as he threw on his Labcoat over his usual T-shirt, i gripped his hand firmly, felt kinda.. wet actully, but anyways, we darted out the door of his home, off to hopefully go get our freinds Tommy and Phil. we ran across the grass, as we did we could hear the ruffle of the wind of the blackhole pulling us, aswell as anything behind us, when all of a sudden Doctor Sickle turned around and stared at the blackhole.

I was wondering what was wrong with him, at a time like THIS? When we were about to DIE. And at that thought, i looked at his face, of pure terror. i gripped his arm of his labcoat tightly and dragged him along as i ran. We Finally arrived at Tommy and Phils house, We didnt have time to knock, so naturally, we busted down their door. luckily, they were already awake. As the door hit the ground me and Doctor Sickle just stood there, now stuck in eyecontact with Phil, who at the time was prepparing a cup of coffee.

As we stood at the door tho, he appeared quite shocked, i mean i dont blame him, we were doused in sweat, and Doctor Sickles Terrified face didnt make it any better. I told Phil calmly that "We have to leave the area, due to the empending blackhole." Suprisingly, his eyes lit up, as if he was waiting for this moment, as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a few things, a iron sword and a few buckets. he yelled at Tommy across the room, who looked to be organizing some loot.

Tommy then was extremely Panicked, and even jumped a little bit, i saw the ground shake, or maybe that was the force of the blackhole.. Doesnt matter now, we all ran out the door in search of somewhere atleast decently away from the blackhole, however me and Doctor Sickle had other plans, we had expiriments to do. And so, while me and Doctor Sickle went off to experiment with the blackhole and its force of gravity, Tommy and Phil worked on getting prepared, planning even. but i dont care, thats not what was important to me.

Me and Doctor Sickle hung out in front of the blackhole for a bit, we were trying to get a pair of chickens to lay some eggs. So they didnt run away, we put them into a hole in the dirt. to see if it'd be effected by the gravity. As we struggled with harnassing the eggs, Doctor Sickle looked down at the chickens, supposively trying to "urge" them.

I joined in, in a last ditch effort we finally got some eggs. Two to be exact, the blackhole got closer, edging torwards the hole where the chickens were. Doctor Sickle quickly told me to grab a egg, make a hole in the ground and throw the egg in the air. And so, i did. I dug a semi-deep hole a decent space away from the blackhole. I could feel my hair being perpelled by the force, and so, i threw the egg into the air, Doctor Sickle then yelled "IT WORKED!!" i felt joy in my findings.

unforunitely, this wouldnt last long, im writing this before the blackhole is going to consume me, i dont know what will happen after but i hope that my findings are useful. [END LOG 1]

Where am i? Last thing i remember i was sucked into the blackhole. I cant really see at all, but theres nothing here but Pitch Black Darkness, so its bery hard for me tosee if im writing the rigjt letaters. i canf eelmy self staring to lacnk conciposunness, i candt breatheanysmor

im back in control, but im not sure for how long. i was sent back onto the surface, for some odd reason.. the black hole is increasing in size. i dont have much time to help the others anymore.

I ran up to Ch- i mean, Doctor Sickle, he was yapping some nonsense about "Throwing Hoops" to Tommy, er.. playing basketball? i didnt care. i grabbed Doctor Sickle by his arm, angerly. We had somthing to take care of. Id built a small train track, along with a obsidian blockade so that Doctor Sickle wont get sucked into the Blackhole, i showed him it and his reaction was not what i was hoping for.

He yelled "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" i replied, "i want you to observe the effect the Blackhole has on water, Doc." he looked back at me, almost furious, but i still managed to convince him, i told him that "Theres a button to ur right side that you can push to push the cart in this direction so that after viewing we can both live." He stared at me oddly, squinting. He seemed convinced enough.

All of a sudden i could feel it, gaining back control of me. I screamed to Doctor Sickle, "THE BLACKHOLE IS INSIDE OF MY BODY CHARLIE- I-I CANT CONTROL MYSELF DONT LISTEN TO ME DONT LI-" Doctor Sickle replied in confusion, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BLACKHOLE IS INSIDE YOU? LIKE? POSSESSING YOU?" All of my body movement stopped. He gave me a weird, scared look but then sat down in the minecart, observing the water. At that moment, i didnt feel like myself anymore. i couldnt hold back the urge anymore. The blackhole inched closer to Doctor Sickles Position, but i couldnt find myself able to control myself, this was up to him. He attempted to escape the pull by forcing the cart in my direction, I felt somthing take over me in that moment, i could move. I walked forward and pushed the cart backwards. Leaving Doctor Sickle Helpless. I tried to scream out to him, im not quite sure if he heard me, i hope he did. I am once again slipping from my control. Maybe now he will understand my pain. He screamed so loud. i saw his glasses get ripped off of his eyes. in a way.. It was satisfying, the loud screams were soon silenced by the void. I have the urge to feed more people to it, i cant stop resisting the urge anymore. I shall start looking for more victims, besides, they wont have many places to hide afterall. [END LOG 2]

Ive found them, now i just have to put on the stupid act and fool them. i approach Phil With ease, he was under ground along with tommy, i hear his yelling echoing loudly in the caves, as i stared from them at the top of the opening of the hole, i had a sudden voice echo through my head, or maybe it was everywhere? It sounded like charlie, yapping on about somthing along the lines of "The Omlette of the beyond." ..whatever that means, but what really struct my fancy was when i heard "come take a bite, philllzaaaa~"

The voice faded, Finally. now that he was out of the way he had been handeld, now with a diffrent mindset of before, and foruntely, working perfectly with my plan. at this rate i cant tell who i am anymore. i just know who im supposed to be, and thats "ProfessorSoot." I was going to join them in the nether, after the portal was lit. But somthing changed my mind, i decided to sit down on the grass and await the void.

The INEVITABLE, void that we shall ALL FALL to. As i sat on the grass, i looked at my labcoat, which was now tainted with Doctor Sickles struggle, tho it was just a few patches of slime, along with a bit of blood. Nothing ive never seen before. I found myself staring into the blackhole as its everexpanding surface got larger and larger, i dont know how long ive been sitting here now, but i finally hear them coming back, i pick myself off the ground and rush to their underground base, falling through the hole, luckily i caught myself before being injured, thanks to some hanging cave vines.

Phil and Tommy Seemed to finally find some useful items, such as 8 enderpearls, some blazerods and alot of other self-defense loot, such as armor. i dropped down casully, and greeted them with "Joy" i was wondering what i could do to stop them, they seemed to be trying to escape, but i just found myself going along with them, for my own sake. I could hear it above us, when we finally found the ender-portal i felt.. A weird feeling, not like before. the need to be free, the need to get away from the impending doom, unlike before where i was allured to it, everything seemed to be okay with myself now.

Tho as i stood there on the side while Phil placed the ender eyes into the slots, i could feel two parts of me fighting, the one who wanted doom, and the one who truly just wanted to escape. Phil Finally Placed the last eyes into the slot, i could hear the blackhole wooshing through the wind, I closed my eyes and jumped through the portal. Finally, i actully felt free. Free of the urge, free of the impending doom. But i still found myself feeling empty.

Dispite my tryumphs i feel like shit. I wish i could've helped charlie while i could. i stare off into the pitch black bottom of the end, until tommy approaches me and right when i try to speak, SLAPS ME, and says, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, WHERE THE FUCK IS CHARLIE?!" I clear my voice, still having the sound of dissapointment in myself in my voice.

I see Tommys eyes try to resist tears, He just runs away, off to where Phil is, as Phil is already getting ready to fight the enderdragon. I walk over depressivly, armed with nothing. Only my own words, if i die by this dragon, god knows i deserve it, maybe ill see charlie again then. I screamed words i didnt even understand at the dragon, tho i imagine they must've been pretty offensive. Tommy had taken care of the End-crystals, all we had to do was kill it now. Phil ran in with a glimmering diamond sword, and stabbed it in the chest. Exp went everywhere, little green-yellow balls of power. and with that, we finally did it. we were finally done. Me, Tommy and Phil looked at eachother, took a deep breath then dived into the unknown void-portal that was there after defeating the dragon. we were ok. ..at least we thought we were, we are being teleported into the void, where it all started, hopefully ill have written some more logs, if not, im sorry Charlie. im sorry Phil and Tommy aswell. I should've just helped you all from the start, i can hear the wooshing getting louder and the force PULLING on me now, u7il next ti~=e. [EnD LOg]

[midnightmoonkiss]

Big Dumb Oni

Arataki Itto X AFAB! Reader

//18+ Minors DNI

Hnng... big dumb oni Arataki Itto and his big dumb oni cock <3

Its soo big and sooo thick.. lovely big veins adding such delicious texture. He curves a bit to the left <3

His huge dick even has those red markings swirling on around it <3 what really sets him aside from the rest are the delicious ridges just below his tip that always gets an angry red when he’s horny <3

Maybe its his oni genes, but for some reason he leaks pre-cum like a fucking waterfall, man looks like he pissed his pants if you turn him on in public <3

Hnnnngg your first time with this dumb oni.. you had no idea he was so huge! 9.. maybe 10 inches?? So thick too.. just a little bit thicker than those bath and body works body mists.. damn oni genes.. so massive!

Of course, he’d bashfully apologize once he and you both realized he wasnt fitting.. it’d take some practice and lots and lots of sex to be able to fully take him, and when thats over he would feel SO GOOD inside you <3 you’d never be able to go back to normal dick.

For now? His thick and lovely fingers will do just fine!

His cheeks are nearly as red as his horns, jaw clenched as he watches you fuck yourself on his digits, your dainty hand wrapped around his wrist as if to guide him.

Itto’s thick fingers curl inside you, pressing wetly against your sweet spot and it just feels so good.

You were so turned on the wet clicking noises of him finger fucking your pussy practically echoed around the room.

Its amazing.. how just his fingers fill you up like a regular sized dick would.. you could get drunk on his fingers, surely, oozing all over his hand and the sheets below your ass.

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, so entirely focused on how he feels. The calluses on his hand feels so nice.. you can’t help but grind against his palm.

Itto is so hard it hurts but he’s so entranced. Completely awestruck.

He can feel your velvety walls suck, squeeze, and gush around him, and he’s so fucking jealous.

Your third orgasm knocks the wind out of you and youre left clutching onto his thick forearms as you try to ground yourself.

Itto could only whine like a dog at the hot sight before him, unable to do anything other than watch.

He damn near came on the spot when you suddenly grabbed his cock with both your hands, unable to fully wrap your hands around his girth. His hips bucked up subconsciously, body yearning for something to breed.

“Itto..” your puffy, spit slicked lips slurred his name, innocent watery eyes staring up at him.

Fuck.. it’s not fair.. he just wants to have you now. His blood is burning in his veins.. he needs you so bad.

It was then that you reached into the drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a pretty crystal bottle.

He was too high on love and lust to be able to read the label.

“Wha’s that..?” He questioned you, head tilting cutely as he watched you pop the cork out.

You smiled at him, hand gingerly gliding up and down his length.

Touching his tip with your finger, you swirled it around his wet slit, eliciting a sweet groan from the big half oni, pulling away shortly after just to see the string of pre-cum still connecting you to him.

“I want you to feel good too..” Was your simple reply before pouring half the bottle on his throbbing cock, globs cascading down his flushed skin.

“G-gah-! S-so cold..!” Itto cringed, hips twitching at the sudden temperature change.

“Now..” you started, pouring what was left into the palm of your hand to smear it all along your inner thighs. It was messy.. you felt messy, and he looked messy with it dripping off his dick.

“Now you can fuck me.. or at least my thighs.” Laying back down on the bed on your back, thighs spread open and inviting, you giggled at his dumbstruck face.

Such a dummy.

Reaching down and gripping his cock, which jumped the second your hand touched it, you guided it between your legs, down down down until you could feel the weight of it against your pussy.

“Here..” You tightly squeezed your thighs together and he buckled over with the loudest, most salacious moan you’ve ever heard.

It was as if his body worked purely on instinct, he immediately started fucking your thighs.

The slick mess made such a wet shlick noise, and the air filled once again with your mewls and moans as his thick cock grinded down against your sensitive pussy lips and puffy clit.

He looked so completely dumb right now, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted like a dog, drool dribbling from his mouth as his eyes rolled back. All the poor man could manage to say was very choppy curse words, of which were completely outnumbered by the sheer amount of hearty groans he was letting out.

His large hands gripped your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he held you still to use your thighs like a fleshlight.

“A-aaagnnn! Nnn! Mm! Hahhnnn.. ah!! F-fuah!! Ck..! Nghn!”

He looked so cute and so stupid - stupid in that way where all you can think about is the pleasure.

He needed this, Archons, he needed this! You feel so nice! He wished, fuck! He wish he was inside you right now!

Itto squeezed your thighs tighter together around himself, his soft, warm haven, so tight so tight so good! If this felt so good already.. he couldn’t even imagine how tight and gooey your pussy must be.

Fuck. He can feel it against himself! Feel your folds wrapping around his dick, mixing your cum and slick with his pre-cum and the lube.. so messy so sticky so gross! Fuck! So good!!

“Hgnnn!” A dumb smile etched itself on his face, the picture perfect ahegao face. His heart was hammering in his chest, he felt so delirious. The world was spinning and the only thing keeping him sane was the feeling of your thighs.

You, completely overstimulated, damn near crying, enjoyed the show before you, his cute cockhead kissing your upper tummy with every thrust.

It was almost too much.

All you could do is grip, claw, and pull at the ruined bedsheets as he used your thighs.

“Ah! Ahh! (Y/N)!! Mmm! C-cum..! G-gonna-!”

He couldnt even finish his sentence before his cock exploded, thick cum spurting from his tip, coating your belly and breasts, even getting a decent few globs on your flushed, sweaty face.

Still, he continued to breed your thighs, hard dick slowly softening as he rid out his high.

Finally, his hips stilled, eyes slipping shut as he fought to calm down, catching his breath.

When he reopened his eyes, he was met with your glare, “Y-you dumb oni..”

His gaze zeroed in on how you were covered with his seed, damn near looking like a glazed donut! He giggled to himself.

“Clean me up!” You whined out loud, not enjoying the feeling of your boyfriends cum dripping down your body.

“Yes, baby! Of course!”

Proud oni man who was filled with joy at seeing his partner all covered in his cum got up too fast on post orgasm jiggly legs and fell face first onto the floor.

[scarlet-ancunin]

Hi hi hi! I know you already wrote something with Desire being captured by the Reader - but my idea is different.

Desire x Reader in love, they are happy together, etc. But someday, Desire disappears!

They is being captured alike Dream had been, imprisoned for a long time, and thought everyone gave up on them. But the Reader never lost hope and eventually manage to find and rescue Desire.

Please, please make it as much angsty as you can, I'm really in a mood for angst! :3

Ah your referring to desire saving the reader when you were captured, Sounds interesting let's get this started.

Warning: Angst, Abuse, angst with happy ending

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I'm Not Giving Up

You and Desire were together for a long time, longer than you thought. but you loved every moment. you knew what made them happy and they knew what made you happy. you both knew each other's likes and dislikes, and the bond you both had was stronger than you both thought as well.

you both were also very mischieve in sharing with each other the plots you planned on doing and sometimes helping in making sure the other works. of course it wasn't always successful. you both knew the consequences of being together as well as being a mortal and Desire an endless but that doesn't stop the love you both share.

One day however you felt something was wrong and you rub your chest lightly. you didn't pay mind to it while your day-to-day task and such. However, that changed when Desire never came to visit you for two months now. you was use to them not visiting for long periods but you always knew when they would come because you felt them near. but this was different it was scarying you.

Dream told you not to worry about it saying thats how there were, but you knew better. You spoke with Despair who said she didn't see them for a long time as well.

You was laying in your bed trying to figure out what happened. Somewhere Desire was trapped within a barrier only thing was the captures didn't know exactly who Desire was. However the alot things changed.

You felt it to but fought through it...everyone seem to lack the desire to do anything jobs were lost it was as if everyone had given up. "Love...please hold on" you said before talking to Death telling her how is it you was able to ignore whats happening. "Because you still love my little brother y/n and I cant pinpoint where they are...i have to tell you something... Desire made it clear they loved you and told me to grant you immortality until you grow tired of living or....them. you was surprised but you hugs death who was shocked but hugs you back. "Then i would use this to find my them"

Months turned to years but within the tenths year you felt your heart quicken feeling desire suddenly and you followed that feeling until you stopped at a fancy home "im here love"

You mumble before sneaking inside and looking around.....you heard people talking "I'm taking a break not like that freak can leave" your blood boiled. How dare they. You rushed over quickly knocking one out by hitting him hard in the back of his neck and choke hold the other and once out cold you took the keys and rushed to where you saw them exit.

You unlock it and slip inside locking it from the inside rushing down the stairs and skip a few after jumping and landing. You rush to the pillar where there was someone standing there in front of Desire, who was in a weird spell circle but they had them chain. Your heart beats faster hearing the man complain about feeling nothing and blaming desire for it. Desire in turn shrugs the man growls punching Desire square in the face.

"Thats it" you run fast towards the man and yelled tackling them to the ground you was in a blind rage and the hatred grew stronger with each punch you delivered to the mans face until he was out cold and possibly unrecognizable after the beating.

You was crying at this point and looked down at the barrier on the floor and simply broke the circle watching break the chains with ease. "You came" they said softly surprised even. "Why wouldn't" you cried and hug desire close to you feeling them hold you closer as well. "Thank you love"

Ever since then Desire made it their business to give you any and everything you desired, never leaving your side whenever you cling to him mumbling don't go and lastly thanking you ever chance they have for never giving up on them.

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And there you have it I hope you liked it. Let me know any request you desire~

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[muffindaddystyles]

OMG I LOVE DOM H THATS INLY SOFT FOR HIS SUB BUT WHEN THEIR BRATTY HE GOES FULL DOM MODE

MELTS AND BOILS OUT OF HORNINESS

Y/N was more of cuddly and clingy tonight.

Wanting nothing but to hide herself in Harry’s chest pawing at his well-built hips with a huff through her nose to be more closer to him, all of it because of his sweet praising for her's while he took her pictures in his phone before leaving for this party he wanted her to be his date— maybe a simple companion she doesn’t know yet where they stand.

She looked too angelic in a baby pink satin slip dress for him not to smother her face in careful dotting kisses and grumbled in feign offend when she pushed him away with her small hand and giggled shyly.

“Y'gonna say no to daddy, Angel?” His daunting tut, blew her pupils into surprise and she rolled her eyes and went to swat his bicep, while her lower abdomen sparkled and tingled with excitement and delight. He likes to play all sweet and precious, but underneath that tentative and “’M putty in my Angels palm,” gooey exterior’s a wicked, mischievous little sneak and satan who likes to see her suffer, basking in the sputtery and fiddly reactions of hers.

Especially in public. Oh he loves it, when he’s intentionally grazing his warm lips against her earlobe to whisper how she’s so good for daddy, darting his tongue out to wet his lips and tease her. He liked taking her out on expensive fancy restaurants and be a filthy prat with his words without a shame making her knees knock into tables, gets her all warm and pink with his little plays like kissing her fingertips one by one and slipping them slowly into his mouth, kissing the dribbles of ice-cream from her chin and murmur hotly against her cupid bow, “Hmm. Your peach’s sweeter, moppet.” to feel her squeeze onto his hand that holds her all the time, always having a hand on the small of her back and raking it impossibly low only to get her all squirmy and bashful for him, barking out a laugh when she squeals for he slip it inside her bottoms and snapped them playfully.

He loves to rouse her and make her dip into the haziness, then has an audacity to sharpen a finger at her and grunt at her, “Behave.” When she copied his vicious actions back.

Saying this, he was back to chatting his friends and call Y/N bratty how much you want but the impulsive yearn that was bubbling in her tummy skunked over with jealousy, so she chose the better option. To infuriate and arouse him with her risky little play-tactics, in hope he might drag her away and push her into the nearest washroom and tell her to suck onto daddy’s cock— then swat her hands away harshly and fuck her little watery mouth himself.

So. When she tried to be as sly as possible pretending to drop something on the ground and then bent to have her ass, clad in silk lacies peeking for him teasingly. Harry noticeably gets a bit disgruntled, adjusting himself in trousers and shifting to yank her back to pull her against his chest with a displeased frown.

This time he didn’t tell her to behave making her pout awfully whiny up at him and getting her even more frustrated by smiling down at her as if nothing happened.

Though, the smile’s one of the sinister pressed jaw bbreakin-ly to stop him from gritting his teeth and land a hard stingy slap to her bum right infront of everyone.

Y/N stomps her feet which indeed gains his attention but he chooses to ignore it, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her closer to his side without even sparing a glance down at her.

Alas. Y/N has waved white flags of defeat considering no-amount of teasing and battiness would break his resolve – one the many things she’s envious of him in their little escapade of naughtiness, is Harry got a hellish of self-control, no wonder that’s one of the reasons he’s her dom.

“Where y'going?” He asks through a smile that was gleamed at his childhood bestfriend and not Y/N, she gulps down the lump of bitterness down her throat–- tone high-pitched in her mumble from the unbelievable achiness between her thighs and all she wants to do’s claim him hers, with deep red bites at his sweet pulse and the front of his throat’s bump.

She has no-idea in the flying fuck, what she’s stammering about, “Ni. Ma–. . . maybe he’ll be a better dom than you.” Ouch. Harry’s veins boils with spleen and indescribable outrage, his face sculptures into a fierce indignation–- out of his realization staring down at her blankly.

For a moment though Y/N feels an immense guilt pour down her head like cold icy water, cause all he’s been to her is sweet and caring telling her how precious she’s for him and how he’s gonna make love to her once they come back home.

She tends to say rubbish in her floatiness but never she has ever doubted him and her eyes gets all swimy, hands rushing up to cradle his face not caring if there’s a gathering around them – though she retreats when he doesn’t let her and to play nice with him has become a none to never option, atleast for tonight when he sets his eyes back on his friend, Y/N’s shoulders slump and shrugs; her head perks up immediately after when he’s bidding them byes and her inners fill with excitement and anticipation to just go home.

. . .

Her panties pools with arousal when he spreads his thighs apart, patting his meaty flesh with a skewered annoyance, “On daddy’s lap, bum out,” With gleeful little nod she’s stumbling her way towards him and he’s not pawing at her hips to lay her down and shove her face into the mattress, keeping his hands to himself quite for a moment before pondering if it’s the right punishment seeing how her panties are already twisted, she shrinks into herself at his cold demeanour wiggling a little to adjust.

Don’t get her wrong. She loves having him gentle and sweet and tentative, pressed so tight she could feel each lull and thump of his heart. Feeling him crush her under his weight with each thrust of his’s overwhelming each of her pores with so much love for him—- sometimes she imagines him to be rough with her, when he grabs and holds and bite her to leave her sore and whiny next day. Pinning her thighs roughly and fucks into her so fast and hard and deep .. god so deep she feels him in her tummy and her pussy swallows down onto him wetly.

He bunches her dress up her spine, strokes her cheek lovingly, plucking at her waistband and touches the soft supple skin then realizes how and why they ended up here.

Her body relaxes into him, nuzzling her nose into his knee and thinks he changed his mind and is out of fumes, will now fuck her nice and warm until a very, disrupting startling swat to her bum makes her gasp and she jerks against his bicep that’s holding her place in now, “Tha’ hurt!” She whined, pouting even though he couldn’t see it because his hold’s firm on her and if it stung didn’t mean she wants to stop him – it’s sparking the tingles in her pit wanting for more.

“’S supposed to,” He grabs onto her hand that tries to reach behind and rub the sting away, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished right?” He doesn’t wait for her short nod and gives another firm slap to her right cheek and she feels it jiggling under his calloused palm.

“Words!” He growls, she feels small and little in his lap and she’s loving it – knowing he’d immediately stop if she’d accentuate any discomfort, “Was mean. Teased daddy and ...” She mewls when he kneads her blushed skin and clucks his tongue at her, something so dominating and domineering about him in a way she wants to obey him and listen to him quite oddly now after so much wreck havoc—- her noise strangling inside herself out of embarrassment and utter shyness; that she hurt him.

“...and daddy doesn’t likes to be teased.” He says derisively, blunt nails scratching her thighs to raise goosebumps on her skin.

“Ought to teach ya a lesson, didn’t I? You’d be still a filthy brat if it wouldn’t hurt.” He slithers his long fingers under her chin and grabs it, makes her look up at him– giving a light slap to her parted lips when she refuses to look him in eyes.

She's puckering her spit coated lips to suck his digits in her mouth and shallow her cheeks around them, grousing when he removes them out of her reach and she melts into his palm when he gives her two more spanks one after another between her asscheeks quick and hard and rolls his thumb painfully closer to where her little hole is clenching.

Might, in other cases, he'd have cooed at her and caressed her bottom, murmuring, “Such a soft little thing,” and “Moppet y'did so good for daddy,”

“Turn over.” He elevates her with his knee, rocking her on his bulge teasingly and loops his arm around her waist to finally help her up.

The sea foam glazed eyes peering down at her with such intensity makes Y/N chase for his lips eagerly and she cries out when he backs away, “Daddy no ...” Her complain is dropping to a low whimper as Harry strokes his thumb over her bottom pouty lip, creaming her panties and pricking the balloon of exhilaration in her tummy -- she’s a bit upset he hasn’t called her pet names at all and he still thinks she’s bad and hasn’t learned her lesson.

She did! She’s good!

“Maybe if you weren’t so mean,” He cups her bum, breath hitching for a moment when she hisses, lifts her up and glides her panties down, “I would’ve eat your cute pussy out earlier.” He utters, nose burrowing in her neck when she tries to get rid of the panties to be good for him, “Perhaps only really good girls gets their peach eaten . . ‘cos they really deserve it, dunno?”

Her head bows against his chest, feeling unexpectedly too small and disheartened as she murmurs kittenishly clutching his sides and blinking up at him in desperation with glossy lashes, “’M good daddy. Aren’t I?” He let a small smile tick his dimples which went unnoticed by her, of how much haziness and subbiness she has gone under.

He sponges his lips to her collarbones, a whimper scrapes from her throat from where her hands are pressed to the seam of his slacks, while he leans back undoing his buttons.

His cock twitches and akin to it his face warm pink and happy at the noises she creates once he’s out and he grasps her wrists and tugs her forward, “I’m your good girl.” She takes a huge weepy sigh leaning herself to get his cock inside her without seeming bad— because she wants to be good and she’s needy and achy at the same time.

“Your sore and stingy bum would say otherwise, Bunny.” He grins, and a groan rattles in his chest when he swipes his fingers up her folds to inspect her and she’s dripping thickly.

“Fuck. Sucha tight pretty hole f'me.” He murmurs. Helps himself ease inside wet, tight hole and holds himself from making both of them flop back into sheets when she fits around him velvety and snug, his balls pressed to her bum.

She goes to loop her elbows around his neck to smush herself into him and to muffle any inhumane noises she’ll create-- too afraid she’d sob out for being in such a vulnerable state, rather, he hooks his fingers around her wrists securely and holds them behind her spine.

“Bounce on my cock, Bunny.” He orders and she mewls, realizing he isn’t done with her and knows she tires herself too early whilst ridding him and ends up grouching and huffing.

She complies. Feeling herself stuffier and stuffier, she soaks his cock utterly slick with each of his throb inside her and she always loves how he gets more stiff once inside her like it’s the best place he wants to be in and she gazes with hooded eyes to where she has created the slide for him easier, as her pussy squelches around him with his each buck and rough thrust.

“Aah! Ah!” She cries, nibbling onto the fading love-mark on his neck when he slips his hand between their bodies to roll her clit, “Yes, yes. Right there daddy!” He tips her chin to wrap his mouth around her swollen bitten lip and suckles on it murmuring.

“Here yeah? Is daddy’s cock nice and big, hitting your spot good, fuckin’ my baby’s spots good.”

She pouts up at him, chest heaving from all her work and he brushes her hair behind, “Apologise fo’ being naughty and you might get to cum,” She wastes no time, body stretching in arched bow with his slam of hips into her.

“I’m sorry, for being naughty and misbehaving!” She blubbers slumping onto his chest.

He pats her bum, groping it to help her fuck her cunt down his heavy prick and he whispers gutturally in her ear, “Keep going bunny. I could feel ye' pussy squeezin' me s'bloody tight.” He fucks her sloppily circling her sensitive nub twice, thrice until she’s gushing all over him in a heavenly manner thrashing in his arms and not able to screw down any moans and noises.

His own orgasm follows her. Pouring her hole with a heavy cum-load and his grip from around her wrists loosens up, falling on his sides and crinkling the sheets while he stuffs his nose into her shoulder hill thighs jerking under her.

They stay, like that for some seconds, covered in sheen and possibly eachother’s sweat— his recovery was too livid he didn’t heard soft sniffles against his cheek and his chest immediately suffocates up when he draws Y/N away to be met by her glassy drunk pink eyes, lower lip wobbling awfully sad.

“Daddy I’m sorry, I’m bad, I’m so sorry daddy —...” Her jumbled apologies gets lost into her violent sob that knocks her chest and she gasps, bursting wide pupils locked to Harry’s panicked ones and he quickly cradles her face shaking his head furiously, “No baby. You’re my good girl, me best girl.” His tone honest and loving and adoring.

“No! I hurt you ....” She trembles, hiding her face into her elbow and Harry pulls it away, he moulds both of his palms against her teary warm cheeks and lulls her face with all of the endearment he holds for her in his heart.

“I didn’t mean it daddy, promise.” She sulks, fear swimming in her eyes shattering Harry’s heart into infinite pieces and he scolds himself for it, terrified he went too harsh with her, “I know bunny. I know."

“Now come back to me, Angel. Harry misses you. Wanna have me Angel bac—...” Her babbling takes over his coaxing and she hiccups, head a mess of vivid thoughts and doubts, “I got jealous, don’t like it when you look at your friends the same way y'do to me,” He wasn’t. He could never see someone in the same light and same affection and adoration he sees his lovie, since, she was gone under the foam of dizziness too much and neglected of his attention it seemed like that to her and Harry’s beating himself for making her feel like it.

“I...I know, shouldn’t. ‘M sorry, but I love you so much daddy . . .” More tears springs and falls from her eyes. Her crying confession leaves Harry appalled and shocked, butterflies swarming in his tummy and his hands stays limp on her side before he ponders that’d make her over-think he doesn’t wants to touch her so he instantly rubs his hands up and down her arms, mouth guppies many time to stutter out something.

They hadn’t exchanged ‘I love yous' yet. He knew they’d. He wanted it be when they’d be all cuddled and he’s pecking her all where and making love to her, not when she barely knows about her presence and is too floaty to have her feet on ground.

“I love you too. I love you too, so much baby, fuck.” He presses his forehead to hers, nosing her softly and gently and then smashes his lips against hers in a deep humming kiss instead of answering when she blinks up at him startled asking, “You do,” So innocently that Harry had to kiss his love and feel the taste of sex on her mouth and suckle on her tongue to drive her mind away from deprecating herself.

“Wanna have my Angel, back. Please? Pretty please?”

“No more mad?”

“Could never be, you my baby.”

“Can I keep you inside me for sometime? I’ll be good.” She murmurs sleepily, Harry wraps his arms around her and snuggles her into his chest, “My cock’s all yours pretty girl.” He soothes her back. Waiting patiently for her breathing pattern to go back to normal.

“Thank you.” Her voice sobering up, cracking the cocoon of fog where his Y/N rests and the moment she’d be out, he’s gonna kiss her love for him out of her lips.

[xgryffinwhore]

Can I request a Stan uris smut? I don't really mind whats the plot just want some good smut LMAO

quiet or your mom will hear us!

summary: ok so this is basically just smut. there's barely even a plot HA-

word count: 938

authors note: this is short ikik I'm sorry:( also YES I KNOW THE GIF IS FROM IANOWT BUT HE JUST LOOKS SO GOOD.

your parents had always been strict, particularly when it came to boys, but you had thought that maybe they would lighten up about stan. he was a good guy, never caused trouble, his family was extremely religious, hell he tutored kids in science for christ’s sake. nope. door a foot open at all times. sucks.

what sucks the most, is that you and stan are horny bastards, can’t keep your mitts off each other. when you’re not at each other’s homes, you guys can’t seem to keep your hands off each other, always being scolded by your friends to knock it off. horny teenagers man.

on this day, however, you both decided to play with fire.

it was just you, stan, and your mom home, there was a storm outside and the wind in the windows of your house like it was begging to come in and flood your home with its misty air. your mom was watching the newest episode of her favorite soap opera, and you and stanley were basically mauling each other. your hands pinned up by his, jagged breaths of needy sloppy mouths. stans lips were so soft, yet rough when against yours. you ground against his crotch for some release of tension, letting out a soft cry. he paused and sat up, his eyes darting toward the door and then back at you.

“your mom would kill us y/n- i mean could you even imagine if she wa-” you cut him off with a chaste kiss “i’ll be quiet, i promise.” stan felt his adams apple bob, the thought to him was intriguing: fucking you, while your mom is downstairs. hot.

he pinned you against your sheets and began tracing your boy with his hands, feeling the dips in your sides and your hips. he slipped his hand down your jeans, toying with your clit hastily, demanding to see you in pleasure like he has so many times before. 

you could swear his fingers were magic, the circular motion making your legs twitch and your brows knit together. the warm sensation in your core slowly turning into lip-biting pleasure. you pinched your lip between your teeth, trying to cover up the sultry sounds that you want so desperately to let out. if stan could ingrain something in his memory forever, this would be it. he ground on your leg, the sight of you filling his mind with ideas.

“you love this dont you?” he spat in vain “you love how wrong this is, we could get caught at any time” you moaned in response, his words making your eyes flutter shut as you rut against his palm. his hang flies to your mouth, the noise you made was LOUD. i mean, he wasnt complaining, but your mom definitely would.

“quiet or your mom will hear us!” he screamed in a whisper, your face when flush as you began to panic. he grabbed your cheek with his idle hand and sped up on your red swollen clit “i didnt say to stop fucking my hand.” you began moving your hips along with his fingers again, maintaining eye contact with the boy until your eyes shut again.

the pleasure was overbearing, you didnt feel your orgasm coming until you toppled over in muffled moans.

“thats a good girl, all over my hand” he pulled his hand from your jeans and licked it clean, your wetness making his fingers prune. 

he began to take off his belt, you followed him by pulling off your jeans, leaving your shirt on in case your mom decided to pay you both a visit. he kissed you, grabbing a chunk of your hair. he then proceeded to turn you around and plan your chest against the bed, having you on all fours for him. 

he stroked his length, the view was pleasing him. he rubbed his tip through your folds, the feeling was mouth watering. he harshly shoved himself into you, giving you no time to adjust as he began lightly pounding into you. your hair was still balled in his fist, you felt this prominently as he pulled you up by it and held your stomach up with his other hand. he hit a deeper angle by doing this, making you almost cry out. he drops your head, still pounding you mercilessly, and when he picks you up again, he gags you with your own panties.

“cant stay quiet? im too big for you?” he teases, you shake your head. he bottoms out, pulling out almost all the way and slamming into you, picking up his pace. “fuck yeah- you take me so well” he leans in and nips at your ear “imna’ use you as a fucking cum slut” you nodded your head vigorously. he pushes your head into the mattress as he drills you into oblivion, you can feel yourself beginning to clench around him.

“such a good cum slut- my fucking fuck toy yeah?” he praises “so good for me- just for me yeah?” he asks. You moan into your spit-soaked panties and nod against his firm hand. he slaps your ass and picks your stomach back up “good girl.”

your highs merge together, you go first, your legs giving out as you slumped into your covers. stan came quickly after, spilling out on your back and rubbing the area of your crunched-up thigh and waist. 

you both lay in bed for a while, a session like that can drain for you both.

“was i too aggressive with how i was talking?” “no it was fine, i liked it.” you replied, kissing his cheek.

[chucksfavouriteprophet]

The Girl Can Bite Too, You Know - Part 2

Dean Winchester x (Female) Reader

Summary: While trying to keep your business afloat, you get caught in the crossfire of a Winchester hunt and have no choice but to get involved. Much to Dean's enjoyment, you're a feisty one with no intention of letting the monsters get the better of you. Thus starts a whole new opportunity for adventure.

A/N: Okay so I know this is short, but I've started figuring out where I'm gonna take this story and this is just gonna be like setting the scene. Also, POV will stop changing after this I swear.

Warnings: Show themed violence and thats about it for this part

Word count: 1,373

| Part 1 |

As much as you'd wanted to get to bed, you couldn't help but be pleased when the two men in black suits walked into the bar. You knew it was only a matter of time before the guys came back, probably with reinforcements, and it was embarrassingly comforting to know you had some muscle as back up now. Especially since they were clearly after the same group of idiots.

"Y/N, I think you should close up here for the night. If it's alright with you, my partner and I are just going to wait out front, see if they turn up." The taller of the pair cleared his throat, his hand instantly reaching behind him round his waistband. The other one, shorter than his partner (albeit still a header taller than you) did the same action. Okay, so they had guns. That was reasurring, at least.

You didn't even have time to persist before an almighty crash rocked the building and glass shattered everywhere. Things seemed to move in slow motion. The short-haired agent didn't even look behind him as he leapt across the bar and grabbed your shoulders, pushing you down and covering your head. You heard two shots, before the taller one was crouching on your other side. Your ears ringing, you squeezed your eyes shut and clamped your hands over your head, folding into a ball.

Nothing happened. The men froze, guns poised above you. "Y/N, you should go." Neither looked at you as the taller one spoke. You didn't need to reply either, nodding as you pushed yourself off the ground and scampered to the back of the room, through the staff door and up to your little bedroom, locking the door behind you. You shook in the darkness, adrenaline pumping. Stupid men. Why did they always have to get so violent?

You moved straight to the wardrobe, chucking clothes out onto the floor as you searched for the second gun you kept. This one was much smaller - your Dad's old revolver he always carried, but never once used. Fingers trembling, you checked it was loaded and stood back against the wall, facing the door.

Except of course, he didn't come from the door. He came through the window on your right, glass smashing once again as his huge body tumbled towards you. You screamed, leaping back and firing. The first shot missed, but the second landed in his shoulder as he stood, towering over you. In the darkness you couldn't make out a face, but the way he grunted gave away that he was the bigger of the men from earlier, the one you'd broken the glass over the head of.

The shot didn't stop him and he moved towards you with force. Pinned against the wall, you fired again and again, each bullet making him grunt and stagger back, but failing to knock him off his feet. Shit. This was it. You were going to die.

"Over here, you bastard!" The gruff voice of the short-haired agent came from the door, and you turned your head to see him and his partner poised, firing their own guns at the man. They each held a torch, and as you glanced back at the figure before you, you gasped. The light now illuminating him revealed something far more animal-like than you expected, with hair sprouting across his body and claws lashing out as he fell to the ground with a cry.

You dropped to the floor gasping for air, unable to take your eyes off what lay before you. You vaguely recognised the FBI agents running to your side, lending you a hand as they pulled you up.

"Hey, you alright? He didn't scratch you did he?" The short-haired one queried. You shook your head and gulped.

"I-I'm gonna need some of those bullets. Mine didn't even make a dent."

The men paused, before the tall one let out a nervous breath and the other, still with his hand round you, laughed. "Yeah, well they're special bullets. Guys like that won't be effected by normal ones." You glanced up to notice the men exchanging amused glances with one another just before you heard the thudding of footsteps up the stairs. Rapidly the men blocked you, ready for action again. The door had hardly opened before shots were fired in that direction, sending the rest of the men to the floor with a tremendous crash. After what felt like years, you opened your eyes again, daring to take a peak round the agent's shoulders to look at the hairy scene before you.

-

"Sam, you take her and get her cleaned up. I'll deal with the bodies," Dean said under his breath, motioning for Sam to usher Y/N away.

"Woah woah woah, hold up a second. Either of you fancy explaining what the hell just went down in my bar?" Dean turned to see she had planted her feet where they were, eyes darting from brother to brother. They in turn glanced at each other, realising there wasn't much they could do to try explain the situation normally.

"Those men - they weren't just men, Y/N. They were, erm, they were werewolves. Young ones, who were pretty pissed off at you." Sam tried to give Y/N a soft smile, praying she wasn't about to freak out. "We're not actually FBI. We lied." He searched for a reaction, expecting Y/N to break into a spiel of disbelief.

Instead, he was met by rolling eyes. "No shit, Sherlock," you grumbled, folding your arms. "Agents Slovak and Kiedis? I'm not an idiot, and last time I checked you two weren't part of the best band to come out of 1980s."

Dean chuckled. He liked this one. She'd just been attacked in her own home, witnessed a bunch of guys get shot, and her only expression was sheer annoyance.

"You're right. I'm Dean, this here is my brother Sam. And that bunch? They're werewolves." Dean tried to ignore the death stare he felt Sam give him.

"Explains the hair," Y/N mumbled. "How come my gun didn't work?"

"Silver's the only thing that'll get em. You're a good shot, though."

Y/N shrugged the compliment off, frowning. "So, you gonna get the bodies out of my bedroom or am I gonna have to do it?"

"Right," Sam nodded, shuffling over to heave the hunk of a man bundled by your feet.

"Hows the head?" Dean questioned, reaching down you push your hair away from your forehead.

"Oh, it's fine, thanks," you batted him off, embarrassed at having caught his eyes. Damn, they were the greenest things you'd ever seen. "I'm sure it's just a scratch. Doesn't even hurt really." He nodded uncertainty, before responding to the grunt of attention directed towards him by his brother.

-

Two hours later, you were freshly showered, with a nice tidy bar, and five dead werewolves buried behind the back shrubbery. You offered the brothers a drink before they left, but much to your disappointment the tall one, Sam, graciously refused, claiming they had a long drive ahead of them. You couldn't help but notice that Dean seemed disappointed too, but he passively agreed with his brother. Now all the drama had calmed down, it was obvious to see the relation. Only siblings could radiate that sort of energy where they were constantly annoyed by one another, but clearly incredibly defensive and protective at the same time.

They each gave you a hug before wishing you well, and you stood at the window and watched them as they skidded out the parking lot in the ebony Impala. It was a while before you moved again, slowly making your way up to your room. Sliding into bed, you couldn't help but turn the picture frame of you and your Dad smiling together away from you. He was such a soft and caring man; you were ashamed at the way you were feeling at that moment. You knew you should be craving his comfort after such a scary experience, but you weren't. Truth be told, you were elated. For the first time in a long time, you felt alive. And that scared the shit out of you.

| Part 3 |

[virtual-insanity28]

Can i request a scenario where reader gives gagamaru cpr and thats pretty much their first kiss? (yes i have a small savior complex what about it😤) thank you🙋🏼‍♀️

CPR Gagamaru Headcanons

i…i am so stupid. i read the request as “Gagamaru gives cpr” instead of “reader gives gagamaru cpr” and-…my greatest apologies, but i’ve written it in reverse, people of the internet, and got too far to turn back…

i’ll make a reader gives cpr to gagamaru if you really want it, though…!

He only wanted to practice with you; to show you his flexibility; to teach you the proper techniques of the mind game; to see how well you were with controlling the ball that determined a war.

Never had he expected you to be a target for his old classmates. They kept passing the ball to you in a four vs. four, yet his opposing friends would hack you completely. Whether they would team up against you to barricade your openings, or knock you over when stealing the ball, you were a clear target for those six boys.

Only one did not try to harm you, and that was your recently made friend, Gagamaru Gin.

He had been known to be quite the influencer for people despite his quietly strange outlook, but he managed to easily get to you and befriend you.

His odd habits of living “casually” peaked your curiosity, as well as his outstanding displays on the soccer field. Without much thought, you had become a very close friend of his that he often hung out with and showed off to.

Quite frequently had he requested for you to join him in a simple scrimmage against himself and his friends. Most times, you had shook your head in a simple no, yet, for once, you had taken his offer up and participated.

Which…led you to where you were.

Laying on the ground which your chest not moving, Gagamaru’s friends distanced themselves while bowing on their knees. Panicked expressions were plastered on everybody’s faces.

How could they have known that you couldn’t handle a strong kick? Their black and blonde-haired friend never warned them of your lack of experience in the abusive foot-sport, so they could put less blame on themselves and more so on Gagamaru.

Nonethless, it didn’t change the fact that you were injured. Hell, none of them could even find your pulse!

No doctors were near, much less a hospital either. Gagamaru had taken you and his group of friends to a camping site he recently found, so you all were practically in the middle of nowhere.

None of the guys knew what to do. Although, Gagamaru decided to stand up swiftly and help you. His survival instincts called out to him for a good reason the second he saw your body plummet down, limp.

“(Y/n)!” He called out before rushing to your side. As he leaned his damaged ear to your chest, he felt cold when he heard no beat from your heart.

His large hands found their way over your heart, and he pushed down once, bowed to hear your heart, and did it the process again and again. To no avail was he able to hear a single heartbeat.

By now, his friends had gathered around, trying to not freak out too much and to help you in any way possible.

After about thirty firm chest compressions, Gagamaru’s eyebrows furrowed as he broke through his patience slightly. It was making him anxious beyond anything the longer you hadn’t breathed nor given him signs of life. Even your skin began to pale…

Without thinking, Gagamaru dived down to your lips and forced air down your mouth. At a steady pace, he saw how your chest rose by his pressure and waited a moment before he did that action once more.

Eventually, your sucked in a breath of your own; the warm feeling on your numb lips quickly departing. You struggled to open your eyes, but as you finally did, all you saw were the familiar dark and wide hues of Gagamaru stare at you desperately.

He snaked his hand behind your neck as a supporter, and let out a deeply relieved sigh when noticing your awakening. “You’re up! You’re alive!” You swore you saw dots of tears cover the corners of his eyes, yet you dismissed it and focused on the bear-hug he had given you.

Tight but welcoming, your previous tension had disappeared and was replaced with cries of realization.

“I-I almost die-d!” You wallowed and stuttered, holding onto Gagamaru’s back with weak hands curving over his broad shoulders. He frowned in spite of his joy that you were now safe. Your pain and emotion had seeped into him, and it made him aware of your situation.

He moved so his hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “But you didn’t. I’m here. I saved you. And I’m not letting you go.” You would tell him that his somewhat flat tone didn’t match his emotional words, but you choked behind even more recognition. A red blush blazed your tear-stained cheeks, and you pushed yourself out of Gagamaru’s soft grip.

“You…You gave me mouth-to-mouth!?” You shouted.

Your savior merely tilted his head to the side; a childishly curious look adorning his face. “I had no other choice. What else was I supposed do?”

You attempted to cover the lower part of your face with your arm as you glared at him and his friends, flustered. “T-that’s like my first kiss, idiot!”

Unfazed by your embarrassment, Gagamaru merely cracked a smirk and leaned back on the grass. “Hm, that’s a title I’ll be glad carry.”

Meanwhile you were struggling with your words against Gin’s patient-self, his friends(albeit feeling horrible for causing you a death-situation) blushed red themselves while watching you both interact; happy to be the (dangerous) cause of a new relationship.

[bluephoeniximagines]

How the BNHA Boys ft. Hawks, Dabi and Shigaraki would react to you being afraid of a Thunderstorm

Tw: Non i belive, just a lot of anxiety

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, I have no rights to the Characters

Hello! We had an insane Thunderstorm here and thats were i got the idea from. I hate Thunderstorms so here it is.

Have fun and if you like it i am always happy about reblogs.

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku would be woken up by quiet whimpers and your shaking body and the loud crack of Thunder. “Sweetheart, shh its okey” He would cup your face, his hands over your ears. Knowing that its not the lightning your afraid of but the rumbling loud thunder. “What could we do to make it better” Izuku was thinking to himself mumbling forming a Plan in his head. His mumbling always looks so cute you nearly smile to yourself. You flinch when the next thunder hits muffled from his hands it wasn´t that bad but still scary. Izuku rubs your neck soothing. He lifts his Hands a little from your ears. “Do you want to sing with me?” its something between the two of you since Karaoke Night. “Yes I want to sing with you Izuku…” His whole Face lits up when he smiles. Izuku puts on music and takes your hands. Drowning out the thunder and the fear with music and laughter. He Dances with you and singing from the top of his Lungs. And you would break singing because you need to laugh to much.

Katsuki Bakugo

At first Bakugo just didn´t really understand what that was all about, it’s only a Thunderstorm. “The Thunder is not that loud Baby”. The Thunder was indeed very loud. “Just because you are used to loud noises” you snaped with not much force behind it. Bakugo looked at you for some time. “Shit Yeah I am... Sherlock” the next thunder hits and you jumped and yelped. Now with little tears in your eyes sitting near him. “You truly are afraid huh?” Bakugo sighted. “Come here Dumbass…” he pulls you to him and puts your head on his chest one ear pressed to his chest the other one firmly pressed on your other ear. Everything you hear now is his Heartbeat and some far away quiet Thunder. And you calm down against him while he strokes your head with his other Hand. His finger are tangled with your hair. He´s humming some tune you can feel it vibrating in his chest.

Shoto Todoroki

You knocked on his door in the middle of the night afraid and it shows. Shoto would be so concerned to see your this afraid, what happened? What is wrong? Who is scaring you? A million questions are in his head, but he holds back and asks “What is it Baby?” then he would put his arms around you and pull you into his Room. “The Thunderstorm…” you say softly a little embarrassed to wake him because of it. He didn´t even realise that a thunderstorm is happening now and would blink. “Oh” he sights relived. “Come now we watch a movie or something” he says, kissing you on your lips. Giving you some Headphones and tucking you in his blanked laying beside you, his arms around you. Making you warm with his one side. He loves the Way you relax around him. The first thing he loved about you was how relaxed you were around him. Way more than with other People, he was astound that he could make someone feel that way.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima got up when the Thunderstorm started, and you were still asleep. The thunder not quite loud enough to wake you. He knows how afraid you are of Thunderstorms. So he always keeps an eye on the Weather Reports just to be ready. He is building a Ford out of Blankets beside his bed. You actually wake up because he trips and groans. “What are you doing?” you ask sleepy. Only to flinch because the Thunder is loud and near now. He looks up grinning adorably. “I Build us a Thunderstorm-defence-blanket Fort!” You blink and slip down on the ground to him already laughing. “Without lights on?” you ask. And finish building it together. Sitting in it its cosy and he wraps you in his arms and Blankets. “Everything is fine…I watch over you” he whispers and kisses you while the storm gets stronger and you shaking in his arms. “I got you.” He strokes your back softly rocking from side to side calming you down.

Denki Kaminari

Denki would be upset himself. Because if you fear Thunderstorms, do you fear his Quirk too it’s kind of like Lightning? He knows you love him but there is some insecurity showing. Of course, he would hold you near him stroking your back and head lightly playing with your hair. “Do you know why you fear Thunderstorms Sunshine?” he would ask, talking to get your mind away from the fear. “I hate how loud it is, I just always did hate Thunderstorms. It´s so powerful and scary.” your hand slips in his Sweater, you would prefer just to slip into his Sweater entirely to hide there. But a hand on his collarbone must do the job for now. “So, its not the Lightning?” Denki asks. “No, it’s not…” your quiet for a second. “Oh Sweetie, I am not scared of your Quirk” you catch up on his thoughts. You flinch a little at the crack of a especially mean thunder. He watches your carefully “Your not?” he kisses your nose. “No I am not. I love you Denki…” you brush over his cheek and lips. He does a good job at keeping you mind busy. “I love you too…I will just kiss all the worries away” he says kissing you deeply.

Tamaki Amajiki

He would hands down be as scared of the Thunderstorm as you are. So, your both are shaky and would hold onto each other as if your lives are in real danger. “We will get through this, we are Heroes in the making after all” you mumble. “Half the time I don’t feel very heroic” Tamaki says looking down to your Hands who hold onto his arms firmly. “Your very heroic Tamaki, right now you will if you just hold me tighter, Please?” he looks at you a little concerned wrapping his arms around you after you let his arms go. He presses you to him. Thinking about Heroes and that they must be strong for others. Now he would be strong for you tonight. He pulls the Blanket over you two and kissing your head, neck, and checks. He is glowing red and shy but he will do anything right now to just distract you both.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

“What a nice Thunderstorm, Look the Lightning looks beautiful!” he´s standing in front of the large Panorama Window his wings softly spread. “Beautiful my Ass! Look at it Keigo! The Worlds about to End!” His Laugh is smooth and warm. “You are to dramatic you know that?  Get out of the bed and just look, would you?” With wide eyes you shake your head “Nah not gonna happen!” Keigo just fully spreads his wings and some of his feathers scooped you up and fly you to him and the window. Thunder rumbling and some perfect Lightnings shooting out of the sky. You yelp in fear and yeah also in awe. He is right Lightning is beautiful but dangerous. “Not funny Keigo…” you lean into him shaking softly. “Nothing happens to you, your in a building. Thunder is just a loud sounds and Lightning is magnificent.” He said kissing your neck. “No need for fear…” he´s holding on to you wrapping his wings around you two.

Dabi

“Shit not again…” he growls low when he has to pull you out from under his bed. He doesn’t really like it that you always hide under there. You should hide in his embrace till you feel save again. So he sounds a little angry.  “Baby how often do I need to say this? Thunderstorms….” He stops cold when he sees your tears. He sits down, you on his Lap. “It´s okey…Shh” more words are not to come. He is bad at the talking part, but he has other ways to calm his Girl down. His hands slip on your back and in your Hair. Stroking and soothing. He lays back in bed and pulling you to his chest. You hear his Heartbeat, and he would kiss you all over your face and on your lips. He would use his Quirk to make you warmer to make you feel save, the only good thing about his Quirk in his opinion is that you never get cold that way. “Better?” he asks after a while. “Yes, I am better…blanket?” sighing he pulls the blanket over you rubbing your nose with his. “Don’t hide under the bed when you could just come to me...” he says quietly. With a little nod you lay your head back in his chest.

Shigaraki

First thing is blocking out the Lightning he pulls the curtains shut. So that’s no problem anymore. Nobody and Nothing should scare you. He absolutely hates that. Would it be something he could touch he probably just disintegrate the Problem. But that was not an Option with a Thunderstorm. Why are you afraid of Thunderstorms and not of spiders or something like that, he sighted and came back to you. “Now…there you can´t see the Lightning.” He pushes some loose hair out of your face. “I can’t see it so its not there?” you ask softly. “Exactly Player Two.” You see how he thinks in his face then he puts his sweater over your head. “Get comfy…and then come to me into bed” he says. And you get comfy in his sweatpants and sweater. You slip to him under the Blanked and he lays his arms around you taking his Nintendo Switch. “We play some Animal Crossing….” He puts headphones in and give you one in ear and takes the other one. Its not a Question. He will play Animal Crossing with you in his arms. Holding you nearby. You lay your had on his shoulder sometimes flinching when a thunder hits. Shigaraki kisses you on your head and on your lips whenever he senses your fear gets to strong. “Love you” he mumbles into your hair.

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