#both of them come down with colds and are useless for a week

[number8bciate]

I couldn't let myself forget you.

Set in season four, so spoilers ahead for that. This is based on episode five, I believe.

Cw: Lila and five in episode Five :P

You and five hadn't known one another long, a few years at most, but in that short amount of time, he had found himself growing quite attached to you. He wouldn't admit it outloud. That's just the kind of man he was. He didn't need anyone, but no one could understand him. He couldn't explain it either because he would sound just as insane as the people he had been investigating, but then there was you.

You were too nieve for your own good, but part of him loved you for it. It meant that anything he told you in your head made sense.

"Wait- that was our stop." Lila and Five spoke at the same time, pressing their hands and cheek against the door of the train as they tried to manipulate the train into going back but the platform that they needed to be on just got smaller and smaller and smaller.

Year one

Five thought about you all the time. When he was getting shot at, he thought of how you might bandage his wounds if he got hit or how you would scold him because he was in a dangerous situation. He sat down in the train station, watching Lila as she ate, wondering if she had been having the same thoughts about his brother, or if maybe she was thinking of her kids. He hated the fact that the memory of you was the only thing that kept him going, that kept him trying to get back home, not his family, but you... to be honest, you felt like his family now.

Year Two

"What's that?" Lila asked, peering over the older boys shoulder as she cut his hair for him, trying to catch a glimpse of what had been occupying his thoughts for the last few weeks. He shielded the book from her view, smacking it shut to ensure that she wouldn't see the contents. "Come on, Five!" She pressed, leaning over his shoulder, trying to grab his book, she thought it was harmless, he did not.

"Lila!" He yelled at her, with a different kind of tone in his voice, he was desperate, clearly, he was grieving too and she knew that but she was only trying to lighten the mood a little.

Year Three

Five had now filled three separate books with something in them, Lila wasn't sure what it was, but every time she tried to ask, she got a response not too far off a rabid dog that was protecting it's property, she knew it was important, which was why she wanted to know, which was why she waited until he was dead asleep to try and find out what it was one last time.

She skimmed through the pages that were mostly filled with useless words that made no sense put together, but Five's handwriting had never been the best anyway. She flipped through each page. Only one thing was recurring, and it was a random drawing of someone she knew but didn't know from where.

Year Four

The both of them were growing tired. It was hard to keep running and running with no sight of the end. Five knew Lila was fed up. He understood why, but he couldn't give up, not when he knew that you were still out there waiting for him because he knew you would be.

Year Five

"Hey Five." Lila leaned onto Five, both of them trying to find some sort of warmth between them as the cold metal of the train station dug into their backs. He hummed softly, looking around the room, trying to see if there was something they had missed. He knew there wasn't, but he thought he'd try anyway. "You know that greenhouse, the one with the strawberries?" She started, leaning her head fully on his shoulder now. He nodded, not willing to speak because he knew what her next suggestion would be. "How about we stop there for a few days? I- I know we've - I know we need to get home, I'm just... tired." He understood. Of course he did. He had been through this before, but the time before, he was all alone.

"Sure." He said softly, turning to look at the stacks of books that he had filled, he thought of you, and realized you'd want him to take a break, you'd beg him to, and so he decided he would go, but only for a few weeks.

Year Six

Five walked into the green house, looking at Lila and then the berry bush she was tending to. She tossed one strawberry at him, then another, then another. "If you keep that up, we won't have any left for the winter." He smiled as she threw one more and turned to her as she began walking towards him. She tripped up in a few watering cans that had been discarded on the floor, and he caught her just before she was able to hit the floor.

"Oh- sorry." He noticed the blush on her face, then felt his cheeks begin to heat. His hand rested on her cheek, cupping them and rubbing his fingers over her soft flesh, then he looked to the strawberries on the floor and pulled away, running to the stack of books on the table and joting down a few notes. "What just happened?" She walked over to him, her arms crossing as she leaned against the wall.

"What do you mean?" He asks, slamming the book shut and poking it into his bag. He turned to her, noticing that she had a slight pout across her face.

"Whatever that was." He stared at her for a while, shrugged his shoulders, and walked away.

Year Seven

"I'm going out to look for some more scrap metal."

"What happened to the stuff we already had?" Lila asked curiously, looking the boy up and down. He rubbed his fingers over the braclet in his pocket, the one he had made.

"I have no clue." He walked out of the house and back to the train station. He grabbed a few wires, tugging on them before he slipped and dropped his flashlight down onto the tracks. He looked both ways, just to be safe and climbed down onto them. "What's that?" He thought out loud as he grabbed a book he had never seen before. He climbed back up onto the train platform and opened the book. "That's my handwriting." He pointed out to himself as he read what was throughout the pages, figuring out that it was their way home.

"What's that?" Lila asked, sitting down next to him.

"A way home." He said simply, flipping through more of the pages, everything inside of his head clicking together like it had been obvious the whole time. He shook his head in disappointment in himself.

"Wait, what?" Lila asked, chasing after him as he ran back to their house and packed up his bag. "Should we think about this first?" She suggested.

"Think about what?" He asked, stuffing the books into his bag as he changed into what he had been wearing the day they had left.

"That- Maybe this is a trap of some sort? Set by the older, uh? Younger? You." She followed him around the house, trying to keep his pace as he charged out the door.

"I'm willing to take the risk, why aren't you?" He turns around. She almost smashed right into him.

"I am. I just think we need to consider the fact that this could be a trap." He understood her concern. Some people would rather not take the risk, there was a chance that this was a trap, and that they would die.

"Stay here if you want, I'm going." He decided and made his way back to the train station, her following closely behind him.

When they returned, it had only been an hour or two, you were sitting in between Allison and Luther and bounced your leg nervously, wondering where Five could have gone. Lila, walked in through the door followed by Five who's eyes searched the room until they landed on you. You jumped up out of your seat and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. He nearly cried, as much as he hated to admit it, his eyes welled with tears, feeling you pressed against him was something he didn't think he'd ever feel again. "I wasn't gone that long." His voice shook, but only slightly as you pulled away from him to check him for any injuries, because you knew how careless he could be.

"It was too long." You smiled though, no matter how pissed you were at him for not returning your calls or texts, you were just glad he was alright.

He looked around the room again and stuffed his hand onto his pocket, feeling the braclet that he had forgotten about. The two of you walked to the center of the room, you sat down where you had been and five remained standing, you glanced over to Lila who had a distant look in her eyes as she looked at her husband and then you looked back to five, who was now standing right infront of you, playing with something in his pocket.

Everyone's attention was brought to him as he cleared his throat, he knew it was sudden, and he knew he would jump off the side of a cliff if you happened to not reciprocate his feelings, but he dropped down onto one knee and pulled a bag out of his pocket. Allison, who was now sitting up straight with a face full of surprise gasped at the sight if her oldest brother on his knee.

"I- Jesus. Uhm." You looked to Lila who, unlike before, was now focused on Five, but it wasn't that unusual, right? Besides the fact that her face held signs of jealousy and sadness, it wasn't weird at all. Your heart fluttered when he held out his cupped hands towards you, his eyes pleading with you to take the bag that was in them. "Y/n.." He spoke carefully, as his cheeks began to redden as Allison's reaction threw him off the piller of confidence he was once standing on.

You nodded, ready to hear what he had to say, you hands grabbed the bag but remained in their place, trying to soothe the old man's nerves as he worked up the courage to speak. "Will you give me the honor of.. marrying me?" You squealed and jumped out of your seat, pulling Five to his feet and you kissed him. "Will you?" He whispered to you this time.

"Yes I will." You kissed him once more.

Once the excitement settled down, and the bracelet sat proudly on your wrist, you noticed the bag that your fiancé had brought in with him. "What's that?" You asked, pointing to the bag. He bit his lip nervously and pulled a few of the books he had filled up the bag. Revealing the contents to you. The words didn't make sense to you either, until you saw your face, the soft brush strokes that he used to draw your hair and your eyes, you had never looked so beautiful.

He kissed your cheek and whispered into your ear, his lips brushing against them. "I- I couldn't let myself forget you."

"You remembered I like strawberries." You pointed out, you ignored the way he flinched when you had mentioned it, but he ran his fingers over the words and nodded softly.

"Of course I did."

[rememberwren]

A Dichotomy of Thought || 6

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Further Parts

Johnny and Simon argue.

CW: mentions of dub con/non con; domestic abuse; ableist slurs

-

Just when you settle in at your job he starts showing up at the diner to terrorize you, like an illness you cannot shake or a cloud you cannot outrun. Maybe he knows that that’s where you’re hiding your phone.

Maybe he knows that you have almost two thousand dollars stashed in your locker in the break room.

Either way, there is no rhyme or reason to his visits. He sets a pattern (once a week) and then breaks it, coming two days in a row, and then doesn’t visit for a whole month, until you are constantly off balance, always dreading the sound of the bell over the door.

Today when he comes, he seats himself at the bar where you are required to talk to him. He watches you work, delighting in the way your hands shake while you pour his coffee. You’ve never met someone who feeds off of fear like this, who gorges themselves on your flinches and trembling.

You think about shattering the coffee pot and taking one of the shards to his throat. You long to slit open his bloated belly and steal back all the feeling he has stolen from you. But you are useless, neutered by the fear that still remains, the fear yet to be eaten. One day…

“This one’s new,” he says, nodding to the new girl: young, with hair in a glossy, gleaming braid over her shoulder.

You tell him her name. How long she’s been working there now. That she’s nice. He hums, filing all the knowledge away in his head and dubbing it all useless by remarking, “Pretty.”

Your hand clenches into a tight fist around the rag you are using to wash down the bar. You don’t know why that bothers you. He hasn’t called you pretty since the early days when he was still trying to win you out from under your family’s thumb—like you wouldn’t have gone anywhere with anyone to be free of them, at the time (You’d had no idea that there were worse creatures out there than the ones who raised you). Maybe there’s some sick part of you that still wants to be wanted by him, that still wants to be pretty.

“Where’s Jackie?” he asks. Then, just to make your head spin: “You’ve been texting her more lately.”

Your skin flushes hot and then cold. You want to ask how he knows that, how he knows at all about the contact in your phone you named JACKIE when you keep your phone in your storage locker at work at all times, charging it in the breakroom, never to bring it home.

You hadn’t been stupid enough to save Simon’s number under his own name. No, God might not have given you enough sense to fill a teacup, but He gave you enough to fill a thimble. You just had to hope that would be enough. You had to hope that you could pull Jackie aside the next time you were both working together and that she would be willing to cover for you, should your boyfriend ask her about your ‘texts’. You hated bringing anyone else into the network of your own lies, but wrote it off as a necessary pain.

“It’s her day off,” you tell him.

He hums, doubtful.

The bell over the door rings.

Johnny looks thin and tired, arm crutch in place as Simon holds the door open for him. He’s dressed for the warm weather in a t-shirt and shorts which show the surgical scars at his knee, vivid purple lines in the fluorescent lights of the diner.

Simon spots you first, and a peculiar look comes over his face, one that you hope your boyfriend doesn’t see because you would have no way to explain it. You wouldn’t call it fondness, but it’s one of recognition certainly, a deeper understanding than you can just pass off as having run into each other a few times in the building.

Johnny sees you next and his face brightens. The strangest thought comes to you: I have made a friend. Then his eyes naturally flicker to your boyfriend, and his entire demeanor transforms—into one of such strange, dark, poignant delight, as if he and your boyfriend are old pals who have run into each other after years apart.

It makes your stomach turn over, and you don’t know why.

You’ve been silent too long. Your boyfriend has noticed, his head turning to take in the new patrons. He asks, voice mild and amused: “You know them?”

“They’re our neighbors. 5C.”

He sits up straighter. “No shit? That’s the cripple you almost killed?”

“He’s not a cripple,” you mutter.

“Sure looks like one from here.” Your boyfriend gives a little salute in greeting.

Johnny makes a beeline for the bar, crutch thudding rhythmically against the tiled floor with every purposeful step. He sits in the seat beside your boyfriend, removing his arm crutch and shifting it to rest on his other side against the edge of the bar. Simon reaches out and adjusts it to keep it from sliding over.

Simon slips into the seat beside him, quiet and solemn, looking like a man braced for bad news.

“Hey there, neighbor. Sorry about all that mess in the parking lot the other day,” your boyfriend says. He jerks a thumb toward you. “She never should have been behind the wheel if we’re being honest.”

“Then why the hell was she?” Johnny wonders, accent thicker than usual, rough. His tone is mild, but the grin pinned on his face is like a wolf’s: hungry for blood. Dangerous. It is so at odds with his happy demeanor that it makes goosebumps rise on your arms. For the first time since you’ve met him, Johnny frightens you.

Your boyfriend is no idiot. He senses the thinly veiled malevolence beneath Johnny’s words but doesn’t understand it (and neither do you). Maybe Johnny really is still upset about almost getting squished like a bug beneath your car, but in that case, his anger at your boyfriend is misplaced. You turn away, grabbing two empty mugs, shoulders tensing. Waiting for all that anger to find somewhere to go.

Your boyfriend shifts on his seat, sighing through his nose a little. He doesn’t like to admit this. “I had some trouble a while back. Got my license revoked.”

Johnny coos, condescending and mean: “Bad luck.”

“Johnny,” Simon says, voice flat with a warning. You place the mugs down in front of him and Johnny, your hands shaking. Reaching for the coffee pot, you fill both their cups to the hallway mark, leaving room for sugar and cream. Some sloshes over the edge of Johnny’s cup.

“Stupid. Stupid,” you mutter, reaching for your rag to wipe it away. The three of them pay you no mind.

“We should have you over. I get a couple of close friends together on Saturdays and we play poker. You’re welcome to join us,” your boyfriend says, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

You blanch, rag dropping uselessly to the counter from your lax hand. The idea of Johnny and Simon being in your personal space, in the place where Bad Things Happen is a nightmare. Though you know they wouldn’t, (good people. They are good people), the thought of them taking place in Saturday poker rituals makes you feel sick. Fresh in your mind is your dream from the other night when you had ridden Simon until your boyfriend passed you on to someone new, and the thought of it becoming a reality is—it’s too much.

You leave your body.

“What do you think, baby?” he asks you, smiling. “Would you like to have them over? Would that be fun?”

“Yes,” your mouth answers numbly, because it has to.

“Then it’s settled. First deal is at noon and we play through the evening.”

“We’ll fucking be there,” Johnny says, words sounding adjacent to a threat.

Your boyfriend doesn’t stay long after that. Perhaps a part of him feels threatened by the presence of Simon, or perhaps he’s grown bored with tormenting you, but eventually he places money (your money. It’s your money. It’s your fucking money—) on the bar top and leaves, the bell ringing at his exit.

Johnny turns his blue eyes onto you. The wolf-like quality that had frightened you so much has fled, receded back into the man, no longer needed. But you know it is there. It’s in every man.

His voice is remarkably gentle when he asks you: “Lass, are you alright?”

“Yes,” your mouth says.

“You’re crying,” says Simon simply, reaching for a napkin to hand you. Your hand reaches for it numbly and uses it to pat at your face.

“It’s just something in my eye.” Your hands stuff the napkin in your apron and pull out your pad and pen, hand poised to write, eyes empty and unseeing. “What can I get for you?”

-

“He’s beatin’ her,'' Johnny says mildly. He waits until they are inside Simon’s car, stuck in traffic on the way back to the apartment. The heat is stifling, the AC not yet working after the time the car spent baking in the sunlight of the diner’s parking lot.

Simon reaches out and adjusts the knobs, turning them more toward himself. Johnny doesn’t like the cold much anymore, making Simon dread the thought of winter coming to the city, of snow. He can’t imagine what it will be like to be Johnny then, surrounded by ice all over again. Clearing his throat, he says: “I know.”

Johnny’s head snaps over to look at Simon, and the expression on his face is one akin to absolute betrayal. It’s the deepest of hurts, like Simon has reached out across the center console and slapped him. Johnny’s never given him that look in his entire life, and Simon could have gone the rest of his life without seeing it.

“You know. You know. And just what have you done to help her?”

“Help her?” Simon asks, bracing one elbow against the driver’s side door and massaging at his temples where a headache has been growing for the last two days. “How the hell do you want me to do that?”

“I can think of a few ways,” Johnny says darkly. “A few accidents that could happen to that cunt next door—”

“No,” Simon snaps. “Don’t even think about it, Johnny. Not only are you in no condition, but it’s fucking illegal.”

“So was half the shite we did in the name of Queen and Country,” Johnny hisses.

“We were following orders,” Simon says, hackles rising. “There’s a difference.”

“The difference is that now you’d have to use your own mind instead of letting someone else do the thinking fer you,” Johnny says, anger making him cruel.

Simon grits his teeth together. The car inches forward in traffic, and it takes all of his self control not to slam on the gas and rear end the car in front of him just to end this fucking conversation with Johnny.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, aiming for calm. He tries more sense, even if it feels like pushing a boulder uphill: “We have no resources to help her, and no idea that she even wants help.”

“Of course she wants help!” Johnny cries. “Why the fuck wouldn’t she?”

“Lots of reasons,” Simon says, thinking of his mother. What had been her reason for staying with his father for so long, for always being willing to open the door to him when he came knocking? Children. Money. Her religion. “You’re thinking of it in black and white but it isn’t. Nothing is.”

“Some things are. Some things are just wrong.” And then, voice laden with disappointment: “Yer a coward, Simon Riley.”

Simon feels these words in his chest, like Johnny has shaped them into a knife and jammed them between his ribs. Simon stares at the license plate in front of them until the numbers and letters blur together, until his eyes burn. His jaw aches from biting back so many hurtful things that he knows he could say, that he wants to say, just to hurt Johnny the way Johnny has hurt him.

But that’s just the imprint of his father on him, like a smudged thumbprint on the glass of his DNA. He’s a better man than that.

He knows it, even if Johnny doesn’t anymore.

[sukioyakio]

“Use me then”- R. 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

PART TWO IS OUT

Sukuna hadn’t been the best person in your life,he was a dumb fuck and he knew that.He knew he shouldn’t have left you alone when you needed him the most.

When you were pregnant with his baby girl.He knew he fucked up.Moreover his whole life has been fucked up,finding his parents died in a young age and how he knew that violence was the thing that bring him a long way.

Foster home wasn’t just hell but a free for all,only those who are willing to make a name out of themselves will get to see a future themselves.He would have to learn that having feeling is just a useless thing.

After being heartbroken by someone he thought he could love,after being someone punching bag for entertainment and being beaten almost to death.Scars all over him with each of them being a reminder of how bad it was for him.

He didn’t get to live a normal life when he was younger constantly fighting for himself.He became more cruel and more cold,no longer giving a fuck about anyone else.

He knew that nothing he could make up for his own mistakes for treating like you did anything to deserve it.

You both knew each other from college but that not when you guys started dating,you started to date after a one and a half year later.

You fell for him despite of his frigid behavior.You wanted to prove that you would be the best girlfriend.You were just a hopeless romantic and you didn’t care about his cold behavior.

And he just accepted it to only used you for his benefits.

But no matter what you did he’ll just blocked you out and constantly being used.And when you guys did it,he forgot to put the condom on and so a week later you had called him when he was flirting with some other girl at a bar.

he just told you that he’ll come later.

While he was cheating with you with someone else,you were excited about it,to tell him about the future you had thought about.And how you couldn’t wait to be a mother.

But when you had open the front doors to your apartment,something in your gut told you that you weren’t going to like this talk but you were love sick idiot for him and completely ignored that feeling.

When you were talking about how your day went,being animated and all.He nonchalantly told you just to get to the point.

You had such a big smile on when you announced it. “I’m pregnant! Sukuna I’m having your baby,we’ll be parents”

You looked at him with warm smile to only see his eyebrows furrowed down in an utter disbelief.You said it again guessing that he didn’t hear you correctly but his face made a unreadable expression as he started to walk towards the door.

All in that moment you could almost hear the tearing sound of your heart being broken into pieces and it hurt.

“Sukuna?”

“Sukuna?”

“Sukuna!?”

“SUKUNA?!?”

You yelled at him while running after him grabbing his wrists pleading with him,cause you didnt know if you’ll be okay with just yourself supporting a baby.Your lips were trembling and your every breath was like it was venom had token your lungs.

Tears were flowing down your cheeks.And he just stood there with complete silence.You began to beg for him to talk,for you guys to talk about it together.

“Please don’t l-leave me , p-please” you choke on your tears.Red optics eye bore into her widened,watering eyes.Finally saying something to you.

“I think it just better to break up” He says that and nothing more and then snatched off his hand now walking away leaving you alone with hot painful tears flowing down your cheeks.

The only thing you heard was the sounds of his Shoes slowly getting quieter until it was just silence.Your heart right there summer in the depths of your chest broken by your vision of love.

It was a vast expanse of emptiness,where even the smallest sound wouldn’t dare not tread the silence. [*]

A few years later Sukuna was now more stable than before,Having a big success with his company.

Making collaboration with other big brands and marketers.Having multiple modeling teams to make sure of his presence is well known and that only made a fan base of him.He was making multiple big deals that people would only dream off.

He was particularly smart at making sure that his company wouldn’t go down anything time soon.Even after all this success in Japan he would still have much more work to accomplish in others countries but he doesn’t have to worry about that right now.

He now had everything that he never had when he was young and everything he’ll need.Every decision he made was to make it all work in the end.

Right?

But some wounds weren’t meant to heal and some will eventually hurt you more than others.

When he left you he thought that he would be the best for him and for you too.He didn’t want any of unavoidable feeling of love,it wouldn’t do anything but drag him. He already knew at some point he was going to break up with you sometime soon.

But your voice of pain still rings throughout his head after all these years.Sometimes even coming back as nightmares or some sorts.

He thought that maybe if he just have nights stands he would get over it.It irritated him for some reason.He didn’t need some extra feelings of you.

But nothing worked,and now he’s sit in his office at random point of time thinking about what was the gender of his baby.

But now he knows that he is the worst father ever to have.And he didn’t have to hear those words from anyone else to tell him that.The better thing to do is just to move forward and forget about it.

It was just a normal day walking around the city without the need of being followed or being bothered by the paparazzi or whatever the case would be.

The sun light shining the city with a bright golden glow making the city warm.And with the sun shining it’s companion with the wind breeze keeping citizens of Tokyo from dying from the heat.In perfect sense it was a great day to go out and enjoy the day off.

Multiple citizens walked through the streets of Tokyo the streets were filled with lifeness sparkling with color all around and people walking with a smile or with a sense of urgent need to get to a certain place.While Sukuna didn’t have any place to go to so he just walked throughout the city even the high crime rates part of Tokyo.

The only reason he wasn’t getting bothered was because he had a black washable dye and it work wonders and having his tattoos covered by makeup. No one recognize him.

Now he made his way towards a park,to get away from the crowd of people.His body walking down the entrance of it.Completely in his head space enjoying the scenery.Not minding the children running around with their sequels.

Until he heard a voice in the group of parents with their children who were playing or watching their children play.

A distant Laughter came through the group there;A laugh he knew too well.His legs taking him towards that voice without even noticing his actions. His large figure making it way to move around,his eyes looking around in such an intense manner.

His body froze,his mind going silent.As his almost blood like eyes widened.His heart slowly beating against his chest.

He spotted a child with striking pink long hair with such a radiant laughter,a young girl that is made his heart began to filled with warmth.

Something that he thought was meaningless.

Sukuna’s heart raced with uncertainty as he faced the unknowingly future.

He just stood there watching the girl with an urge to ask the girl question.Whether if the girl dyed the hair pink or did she ever get to see her dad or-And then you showed In his view.

“There you are,you little troll” you spoke with a playful voice,grabbing your daughter and swinging her around in the air.You were smiling so care carefullyfree,with the little spawn of joy giggling wildly.

“PffhaHahhaha!!Stop it mom!Your gonna get me dizzy if uou continue” The young girl says as her laughter danced through the air like a soft melody.

The world blurs itself out as he watches you.when he sees you he immediately knows that you were something that shouldn’t have been token so dryly;all the nights were you were there for him,all the love you spent on him and what did he gave you in return.

Nothing,nothing not even a small amount of time of love to you.You have every right to hate him for that.

There a lot of ‘what if’s’ in his mind but one thing is certain that he would’ve had a family.

He probably didnt know that he was looking at you guys to long.That was until your eyes meet his making eye contact.

Their stares remained interlocked, neither of them making a move to look away.It you could tell who is his even with all the disguise.Your eyes widened with disbelief as Your face turned into an icy expression.You turned your head now forcing yourself to walk forward paying attention to your daughter that was in your arms.

Sukuna soul felt burdened with the echoes of her sorrows.

“It doesn’t matter now,at least that their better without me” Sukuna spoke in his mind,but he’s heart felt heavy like it knew that if he thinks by walking away from all this is going to make it better then he wrong.

Blinded by his own heart he walks after you,keeping his composure straight and stern.As he reaches his hand to lay his hand on your shoulder,getting your attention and your daughter as well.

Your head turned around to see his body but you stare up to see his ironic red eyes the same one you have nightmares about,the same one that broke your heart a thousand times.

The same blood like eyes that you fall in love with.

Your heart sting with dreadful pain just from looking at him,you knew it was him even if he’s hide his most dominant features.

Your daughter looks at you with concern that you don’t mistake it for sadness.

You place her down on the ground and whipser her something softly,to not her pretty face worry about it.You told her simply to wait and sit in the grass until she come back then they will get ice cream after and which she does.

Now paying mind to him as you changed your expression to the same icy expression.

“What do you want” You said straight to the point as you won’t allow yourself to break down again infront of him.

Nothing come out,because he didn’t know what to say to you,Nothing came out of his mouth.He usually always had something to say.

You couldn’t take it,you hated the man that stand in front of you.

”I doubt you’ll forgive me for all of this-

you instantly interrupted him.

“it too late for apologize Sukuna,you already showed me that I’ll have to be guarded when it comes to giving people my heart.”

You said heartlessly,almost with coming out hurt.But you didn't stop there,all the suspense emotions were coming out.

“God I hate you! I hate you for leaving me!!A simple Fucking sorry ISNT going to make up for the things you made me go through! You-tears falling down your cheeks rapidly-… I fucking hate you.I hate that I fell for you,g-Gave you my heart for what?”

You wipe off your tears.Your voice rising in pitch as your eyes brow knitting together in frustration and hands clenching tightly in a ball into fist.

“B-but I’ll n-never . . Hate you for her,for g-giving me a beautiful g-girl”

you said with a sad smile that quickly removed from your face,Your chest rising up and down.As you could hear the voices of the kids giggling in the background.

The tension between you and him was unpalatable,the air was so thick that it felt like he was going to suffocate.

A pair of warm hands warp around you pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I-I -a heavy sigh came out of his mouth- . . . Sorry,I don’t -no I know that you won’t forgive me.You have every reason to yell at me, . . tell me that I’m shit for everything.” His voice swiftly He felt your hands were pushing him away but he continued on his embrace.He could fell your tears dampen his clothes.

“L-let go of me . . . I Don’t h-have time for you-u,i don’t need you anymore in my life,Sukuna.So it better if we just don’t talk.”

His throat felt so dry like as if he didn’t drink any water.He fucked up so badly.A wound that would never heal.You politely removed your body from his embrace and wipe your face with your hands wiping off the tears.Now walking away from him and towards where your daughter was.

The wind blows gently through your body as you see your daughter playing around with a boy with black hair;smiling with joy, making you form a small smile.

You felt a hand on your shoulder immediately knowing it was Sukuna,you brushed off his hand off your shoulder.Before you could even get anything out your mouth.

“Use me then”

A shiver ran down her spine as his voice took on an eerie, otherworldly quality of vulnerability.That made her question if it was the wind that was playing with her mind or it just herself thinking that she heard him in such a state.

”what” You said with disbelief lancing your voice,Your uncertainty was reflected in your hesitant movements and furrowed brow.

You tilted your head in confusion,your eyes trying to discern the almost-too-serious expression on Sukuna face.Just for Sukuna repeat his words.

“Use me then” He said in a serious manner,His red eyes looking straight at you.He knew what he was saying was stupid and wouldn’t cure anything but it worth trying.

Your eyes widens lanced with disbelief.you let out a huff out laugh as you ran your finger though your hair.

“What . . No Sukuna,I-a deep shaky sigh gets out of your lungs- I told you I want nothing to deal with you” You said with a bit of raspiness to your voice from the crying and yelling.You eyes finally looking at Sukuna’s eyes.His eyes usually showed a stern cold expression but right now it soften and regretful glazes upon his blood like eyes.

“Use me then, Use me for money,for paying your bills,driving you and her placing,Use me for anything,it doesn’t matter” He said as you just notice how close he got to you.You could hear it now,it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you;you could hear that vulnerability in his voice so much clearer.

You didn’t know what to say or respond to him,your mouth was shut and like it sealed up.That until you felt a strong hit towards your knee,to only see your daughter squealing.

“MOMM!! Hahah-HELp me!!Before Cole Comes and get me!!” Your daughter says with A loud giggle as She let go of your legs and runs a distance away from you and Sukuna to get playfully tackled by a boy with black hair and purple eyes.

You hadn’t completely forgotten his offer,You take a deep breath before looking at your phone to see how much time as pass.

His eyes were dead set on you but You can see that he’s eyes had a bit of amusement in them.To you you could recognize him even if he had black hair or hide his tattoos on his face and body,you could still tell it him from his red ironic eyes.His body cast a shadow over you.

“I-ill think about this later” You said,now completely walking towards your daughter.With head now full of thoughts now.As you smiling see your daughter ‘Nova ryomen’ Tackling the boy down with a playful smirk on her soft cheek.

You told her that it time to go home and to say goodbye to the boy,which she kinda refused to do having a big sad pout of your cute little face.But she eventually did,as you hold her hand in and then taking her to a ice cream shop for her.You order with a genuine smile on your lips as you watched her eat her ice cream while you guys were walking towards the house.

“use me then”

his words were repeated in your head like a curse.You don’t need him anyway right?You just gotta keep moving forward even if life isn’t the best for you but it could be and will be better for nova.That night you had received a text from a unknown person but you ignore it went to sleep.

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[sunflowerrosewood]

He Has a Nightmare HC~ Gotham Boys

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of killing, nothing too graphic.

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Jim Gordon 

~Jim has dealt with so much shit

~Between going after villains to dealing with the PD

~So when you two fell asleep one night

~He had a nightmare you were killed by multiple Gotham villains

~You don't notice he has a nightmare until you feel cold

~When Jim is sitting in the kitchen nursing something to drink

~But not facing the bedroom

~You have to come up from behind

~And hug him tight

~He will probably jump 

~But he melts in your embrace 

~He wont tell you want happened

~But he will allow to be vulnerable 

~And allow you to just mumble in a sleepy voice all the reasons you love him

Edward Nygma

~Edward didn't have nightmares often

~But seemed to have them after being in Arkham

~Then escaping to home

~You would only know when you heard him arguing with himself

~That he shouldn't wake you up

~That this makes him useless

~As you could hear him mutter these things

~Pull him down to the bed

~So you can cuddle into him

~And promise that you'll always be there

~Both sides will melt

~And he'll tell you about the nightmare 

~So you'll understand his pain

Oswald Cobblepot 

~Oswald had nightmares often

~And you usually knew

~The reason is that he talked in his sleep and would hold onto you tight

~You would feel his hands tighten

~And whimpers fall out of his lips

~You’ll probably have to wake him up

~Just to let him know that he is not alone

~He will be sweaty and his heart racing

~But as long as you kiss his lips

~And squeeze his hand

~Oswald will calm down

~Go get a washcloth to help him cool off

~And intertwine your hands before you fall back asleep

Jonathan Crane

~Nightmares plague his head all the time

~And it isn’t because it is his fault

~It usually has to do with his father

~And another person that you will know when he wakes up

~Because he gets as far away from you

~He is shaking in fear 

~It’s usually when he does not consume himself in fear

~But appears in his nightmare

~Allow him to slowly calm down on his own

~He’ll immediately climb back into bed 

~Because he needs to feel you by his side

~Usually he falls asleep slowly after

Jervis Tech

~Jervis usually has nightmares that his Alice runs away

~You ran away because he harms you

~Jervis is one of the ones who will wake you up

~Just to make sure you are real

~And still loves him

~Before you get tired again, you’ll notice the fear in his eyes

~Whisper to him how much you love him

~And kiss his cheek 

~Before cuddling into his chest which calms him down

Victor Zsasz

~Victor wont show he has nightmares 

~You usually know when you wake up

~And he’s sitting in the shared bathroom just staring

~No emotions are shown

~But you know what is going on

~So you’ll have to go in

~And kneel where you look up at him

~He won't say anything

~He’ll just pull you into his lap

~And holds you tight 

~Just the silent of the night is going to be heard

~Victor will pick you up and bring you back to bed

~Usually it takes just that before the two of you fall asleep

~Victor will probably mention his nightmare later on in the week

~When he is ready

Jeremiah Valeska

~Even after the spray, Jeremiah still gets nightmares

~It happens to be about him almost killing you

~And he’ll wake up to you being sound asleep

~He’ll touch your arm

~And sigh 

~Usually you know something happened because he’ll be in the lab

~Bent over

~And probably throwing things in anger

~When you ask him what’s wrong

~You’ll see the anger turn to worry

~An emotion you do not see often

~And Jeremiah will walk over to you to hold you tight

~Demanding you wont leave him

~Even though you never thought that way

~It’s feeling you near him that causes him to want to go back to bed with you

Jerome Valeska

~Jerome did not have nightmares too often

~He was awake in the middle of the night usually

~But when he did fall asleep and had nightmares

~He was similar to Oswald by holding you tighter against him

~But you would still be asleep 

~Until you feel him kissing your face and neck while rubbing your hip

~When you slowly wake up, Jerome will kiss you lips and grin

~Usually you wouldn’t ask much

~Until you watch his grin falter

~That’s when you touch his face

~And kiss him softly till Jerome makes you fall back into his chest

~Once the two of you hit the bed, he’ll still be rubbing your arms or hips

~But you’ll hear him yawn

~He falls asleep pretty quick

[sirenpearldust]

Winter

Pair: Azriel x reader (platonic)

Word count: 997

Warnings: Angst, death, funeral

It snowed.

The streets were empty as the young man wandered aimlessly through the night, his breath visible in the frosty air. 

He had no destination, no purpose - just the need to escape, to lose himself in the stillness of the empty streets.

His nose was red and running, a casualty of the biting chill.

He pulled his jacket tighter against the cold that seeped into his bones.

Above, the city sky was void of stars, the only light coming from the faintly flickering street lamps, their glow weak and on the verge of dying. 

He remembered how she used to complain about them back in their school days, saying they were useless when she walked home. 

Years had passed, but the city still hadn’t changed their lightbulbs. He smiled sadly, memories of her still hurt him.

Maybe it was just meant to be.

Maybe Azriel was destined to endure nightmare after nightmare, trapped in a relentless cycle of darkness.

He had forgotten about her and now she was gone.

• •

He hadn’t checked on her in a while, too caught up in his own world.

She had always warned him, told him it was a possibility - but he never thought it would come to this.

The last time they shared a coffee, she had confessed it quietly, her fingers tracing the rim of the cup. She was lonely, she said, and needed him, her closest friend.

Both had relied on each other, their friendship kept them alive through the chaos of school and home. 

But after graduation, their paths crossed less and less, month by month, until the phone stopped ringing altogether.

Until he got too busy, and she kept waiting, for a text, for a call, for something. 

But it never came.

The day they met up, she told him how sad it made her that he never reached out first.

She thanked him and they started reminiscing about old times, sharing how their lives had changed.

He told her about the girl he was interested in.

She listened, nodding, though her eyes seemed to drift somewhere far away.

She told him how living with her parents was draining, how their abusive they still were and how numb she felt. 

Nothing about her life had really changed. 

She felt guilty for burdening him with it, but the words slipped out anyway.

He talked about his own life, how everything was going so well for him.

She was happy for him and smiled brightly.

For a moment, Azriel forgot everything else around him, as he watched her face brighten up.

It made him feel like a young boy and all warm again.

She looked cute as she drank her tea.

But what he didn’t notice were her eyes, empty, lifeless - dead. 

The sparkle that used to draw people in, was gone.

• •

Two days went by, she waited.

The phone pinged, he remembered.

She smiled, he held his promise and everything felt fine again.

She called him and he answered.

They talked for three hours.

He missed talking to her, how easy everything felt.

She missed feeling so alive, how free she felt.

It was the last conversation they would share.

• •

She wrote and called him.

He didn’t answer.

She cried, lying broken in her bed, as the tears rolled down the side of her face. 

He had promised he would be there this time and help her.

Days turned into weeks and the distance between them stretched further.

• •

It snowed the day she called.

He picked up the phone, smiling softly as he watched the snowflakes fall.

It was her younger sister.

He checked his phone display.

The profile picture stared right back at him, it was her number.

He asked her confused why she was using her sister‘s phone.

Silence followed, until a sob broke through the quiet.

“She died,“ her sister whispered.

He chuckled, thinking it was a joke, asking her if they weren’t to old for pranks.

But her sobs wouldn’t stop, each one raw and desperate, as the reality for him slowly settled in for him.

She was gone.

His phone lit up with notifications, one after another.

Texts from friends, all sharing the same news.

He was one of the few that had gotten a call.

• •

The funeral was held two days later.

Her family insisted she be buried in her home country, her final wish.

She was buried in a cemetery near the mountains, where the snow laid like a blanket over the graves all winter. In the spring, however, life broke through, as the flowers grew beautifully around the graves.

One letter was left behind and read aloud at the funeral.

It was all too heavy for him, to hear how unloved and unneeded she felt.

She no longer wanted to be a burden. 

She apologised, asking for forgiveness from God and from those she had left behind.

• •

The way to the hotel afterwards felt endless, the weight of the day still pressing down on him.

Her family had returned to their home they had kept here, the place where she had spent every summer, the place she had once talked about bringing him.

He lay down on the bed, the room cold and silent, the snow falling outside.

He couldn’t sleep, every time he closed his eyes he saw her.

He would never see her again in this life.

He couldn’t help but feel at fault, he should have never broken his promise.

He read their texts over and over again, went through every conversation they had, replayed every moment together. He missed her more and more, with every second.

Loving her was easy. 

Why did he distance himself?

He should have listened better. She had told him years ago that death was inevitable, especially for her.

She had known she would die young, a truth she had accepted long before. 

Wether by her own hand or God’s grace and now he was left with the crushing reality.

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These days , have not been the best.( Dan Heng x Reader)

AHHHHHHHHHHH

Useless .

Everyone calls you that .

“Not even worth a single penny . “

“Don’t waste your time on them.”

You don’t blame them though , you were supposed to be there , helping others like you promised .

However , you left suddenly. This was because you had suddenly contracted a disease . If only you had taken the vaccine…. Then maybe rumors wouldn’t circulate around you .

Maybe the false information about you seeing another other than your dear lover wouldn’t be online and you would instead be in his arms sleeping .

( You hate yourself for being so weak)

Instead of being in the archives sleeping on your lovers futon with his other form wrapped around you , you’re sitting down in a cave on the planet you landed on .

Cold , alone , wet , and utterly miserable.

When the first rumors came out , Dan Heng saw them immediately, then he sought you out , seeing you talking with another man .

After you were done talking, he immediately confronted you about them , you thought he was foolish for believing them .

( You forgot that he revealed his past and now he’s insecure about your relationship)

You pay the price now .

People badmouthing you, tripping you , and even shoving you around , resulting in injuries that would leave a scar , both emotionally and physically.

Now , usually Dan Heng or the other Astral express members would help you , but ever since the rumors came out , they avoided you and seemed to loathe you .

( Do they all believe those lies?)

Your heart was torn apart and burned .

The one you loved most wouldn’t even spare a glance at you.

The people you deemed friends wouldn’t help you .

So now you’re on a cold , barren planet , abandoned , shivering , and crying .

(You wish they would’ve at least given you a blanket. )

(But you know you don’t deserve any kindness for being so weak and pathetic.)

So you sit there . Letting the cold wind slice through your clothes and hit your vulnerable skin , you start to pale .

You’ve always had problems with your body temperature. Usually you carry ice packs or blankets with you if the planet was cold or hot .

But the people left you here without alerting the Astral express so now you have no way of going home and sleeping.

You’re tired .

Cold too .

Soft pattering and loud thunder alerts you that it’s raining .

( You wish Dan Heng was here )

You curl in on yourself as a mock attempt to mimic the warmth your lover gave you when you were cold .

It’s useless .

Your arms are too small and cold , you don’t have a jacket or a soothing voice .

Your heart throbs and wails for at least a bit of affection , it doesn’t have to be a kiss , it doesn’t have to be a hug .

All you need is someone that cares for you .

Nothing else .

Nothing more .

You hate being alone . It makes you feel weak , vulnerable, and pathetic. It also reminds you of how much everyone hates you .

You sit there in the cave with barely any food for 2 weeks . Water is available since it rains pretty often .

You have a wound with an infection on your stomach and your legs are weak . You broke an ankle earlier trying to get some berries up on a mountain side .

Your stomach hurts and growls 24/7 and it’s making you vomit constantly .

Soon , you’re crying alone on the cold, rocky floor , stomach twisting unpleasantly as you writhe around in pain .

( You don’t hear the sound of something landing on the ground)

There’s a few clacks and then… you see pale skin and golden heels in front of you ..

Murmuring ensues and you wish that they would just kill you .

Then 2 pairs of black shoes come into your field of vision and a sweet voice gently whispers in your ears .

“ Hey… Y/N .. it’s gonna be okay , we’re so sorry be believed those rumors … “ Soft hands gently pull the slit on your clothes and an audible wince occurs as they see the gash on your stomach with an infection on it .

You close your eyes and go limp .

It sounds like March 7th. You miss her bubbly voice and tone .

Black fingerless globes come into your vision as you see a fluffy gray head . The gentle hands tilt your head and then you see amber eyes soften .

“ Dan Heng….medical… they’re …. “ The words coming from his mouth seem distorted and your eyes blink wearily .

You see bright red hair come into view as warm hands gently trace the wound around your stomach .

“ Poor thing…We’re so sorry for not coming sooner , your ankles broken too …”

You wince and whimper. The pain sears through your delicate senses as you try to escape it , though it doesn’t do anything other than amplify it.

Soon , you’re being lifted and you see the Astral Express come into view . Your eyes widen and then you squirm .

No! You can’t burden them again!

The arms carrying you shuffle to adjust your constant squirming , they then lift you up to the person shoulder and you see a pale white jacket .

A teal tail gently curls around your waist , careful not to disturb your wound and infection as they secure you in order to not open the wound your body tries so hard to close .

You whine . You missed this tail .. it would always caress your body and love it with all it could .

You made grabby hands in the air , asking for something you didn’t you know could get .

A warm fuzzy tip rubbed against your cheek as you slumped and curled in . The wound on your stomach stretching a bit making you wince.

A pink and blue head pops into your field of vision as you realize it’s Dan Heng holding you .

March looks at you with worried eyes as she sees how cloudy yours are .

Soon, you’re in the express , being stuck in a cuddle pile including Caelus , March, and Dan Heng , with at least 6 blankets on top of you as every one avoids the wound you have .

You had to stay at Herta’s space station for a while and then return to the Astral Express , the people who started the rumors about you are very much in the hospital.

They had almost gotten you killed without anyone knowing .

You gently turn on your side to see Dan Heng looking at you back.

You sit there like a deer in headlight . He gently places his hand on your chin before kissing you . His other hand trails down to your lower back and rubs it gently.

“ I’m so sorry” He nuzzles your forehead gently .

“ It’s … okay … “

“ These days haven’t been the best , so I’ll make the rest as good as I can.”

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Not just a flower child huh? ( logan howlett x reader ) part two

summary : as y/n adjusting to the mansion and being free , the resident do little things to help some work more than others, a surprise from the professor has her wondering if it all real . the one in charge of the lab show up not happy his asset is gone while the scientists wonder if they will ever be free

warning: nightmare of a traumatic past , some angst not much , mainly fluff , one minor character death set in the early oo's Xmen era but may be modernised . grammatical errors ( sorry )

( part one here )

A month since she woke in a too bright lab , in a place safe for her kind it was almost like everyday she was waiting for the penny to drop.  Many years almost decades of being locked in cells and cages like an animal it was hard to adjust to the idea of being free. Being able to maneuver so freely , going to from one part of the mansion to the other  almost like she was testing the waters of it all .  Even having her brother in her life again was surreal it was , talking to basically a ghost is what both thought at one point and yet he was really there . being in a place filled with others like herself was scary she watched  “ her” kids like hawks making sure  it was truly save and yet seeing them smile  wild and get  things she tried and failed to give them in captivity was something she would be forever grateful for .

Nights though they were the worse , took weeks for her to get used to having a bed nevermind the room . every time her eyes closed they would open and she was back there.  She could even smell the damp and the mold , she felt the coldness of the bars near her skin making her shoot up in the bed . panting as tears fell down her face and the sweat pumped through ever pore on her body , she could still hear their screams  in her head .  she would try calm down  , lay her head on the pillow but it was useless as it always was . she got out of the bed and headed out the door letting her feet pad along the hardwood floor , til she would be standing in the kitchen filling a mug with water stirring her finger around til the steam bellowed  from the ceramic throwing the tea bag in . she turned to the window letting the tea stew a little and cool on its own . she stared up at the night sky watching the stars twinkle , something she barely ever remembered seeing that when she did it felt almost magical . she could sense him coming ,  that same smell of cigars and whiskey , an oaky sort of musk but yet her eye remained looking out the window. 

“ don’t you ever sleep” she asked only to hear a light chuckle and the refrigerator to open . 

“ could say same about you flower power” logan watched her , it seem to almost be routine the two had gotten themself in  but he didn’t mind it  usually he would of but not with her. 

“ can’t sleep” she turned not caring if he could see the red and puffiness of her eyes . 

“ you look like you could use something stronger than tea” he turning to the refrigerator. “ wait you old enough to drink?” he pause looking at her. 

“ i’m old enough , not you old  but i am old enough to drink in your country” she shook her head hiding the little smile that was fighting to come out. “ i’m good with the tea though” she blew it letting it cool quicker as he took a seat across from her holding his bottle out. She took it easily letting a light ice cast over the bottle . 

“ i forget your like a bag of tricks” he chuckled taking a swig letting the now ice cold liquid slide down his throat. 

“ a very useless one” she scoffed drinking the tea ever so often her eyes would glance to the window. 

“ those kid would disagree” he countered . 

“ the ones that didn’t make would agree” she stood walking off cup in hand as he heard her steps up the stairs . he knew that feeling all to well but she of all people didn’t deserve to feel it . 

The morning she sat as everyone was busy with lessons and their own things which meant peace to read the books ororo handed her although she had a feeling her brother played more part in it  but nonetheless she loved the little gift . then she could sense a headache coming it wasn’t that she disliked him , it was more he was well annoying .  she caught him looking at book to deal with traumatized youths a rather outdated version of it at that . 

“ hey kid what you reading , oh the professor want to see you in the garden at lunch time” scott sat near her as jean watched from the door way . 

“ you know i gotta say kiddo your so smart and cool” he began as her eyes rolled. 

“ why do you talk to me like a puppy” she kept her eyes on her book. “ should i talk to you like you are golden retriever” she asked only to hear a muffled laugh. 

“ jesus you make logan seem like sunshine , you have a pretty smile you should do that more” he said trying to keep strong but even jean knew what was coming as y/n looked at him a flick of her hand the vines held him on to the chair. 

“ stay .. good boy … grey you have my sympathy “ she passed the giggle redhead as logan joined them at the door.    “ here’s the doberman .. why are you so muddy” she grimace heading off where ever. 

“ someone gonna help me” scott called. 

“ she right you do talk to her like a puppy” jean walked over to her boyfriend. 

“ the book said positivity would help” he sighed. 

“ it’s nice your trying but your more annoying her then helping her just talk to her like a person and she’ll come around” she kissed his head. 

“ he annoys us all i don’t think it gonna work” logan snorted admiring the view of scott being tied to the sofa.

“ your funny really become a comedian but before then help me here” scott huffed. 

“ she not wrong you are like a gold retriever and you are like a doberman” jean laughed . 

“ it’s an upgrade from what she called me before “ scott smiled a small victory . 

“ what she call you before?” logan asked confused. 

“ annoying asshole” scott and jean said in unison. 

She walked to the door her eyes watching as the kids of the  mansion played not a care in the world , one thing in the month of being there this was a first stepping outside.  She felt ridiculous it shouldn’t feel so hard to do something so simple. She looked down to see a gloved hand outstretched toward her looking up to see the kind smile  of the woman with the white streak in her hair . 

“ ain’t nothing out here that’s gonna hurt you unless some of the guys go shirtless that is  , you don’t have to come out i can get professor come to you or you can hold my hand til you feel comfortable enough to let go” rogue smiled . 

“ i am not scared” y/n defensively  said . 

“ i know that nothing scary here” rogue smiled as the woman took her hand . 

She took a deep breathe before standing out  letting her bare feet touch the stone til they walked little by little to the grass it been so long since she felt the grass it was so foreign and yet so welcome as the too walked through the garden. 

“ i like your dress it’s pretty on you” rogue said breaking the silence. 

“ it’s too big but it’s hot today” y/n dismissed the compliment looking down at the white sundress that she wore . 

“ still you look pretty” rogue shrugged . 

“ i um like your hair” Y/n finally said . 

“ why thank you  , look you ever feel bored or anything  come hang out with me no pressure though” rogue patted her hand. 

“ hanging out ?” she asked her head tilting. 

“ you know like talking or doing something reading or something like that  i got some magazines that are cool” rogue explain softly. 

“  y/n dear thank you for meeting me out here” charles called out . 

“ offer stands , want me to wait here or you good?” 

“ i’m good” y/n nodded as the other woman waved heading off toward the mansion . 

“ you wanted to see me?” she asked . 

“ yes i do , i want to show you something , oh and y/n could you stop tying down my xmen” he chuckled . 

“ i’ll try not too but scotts annoying” she shrugged a small giggle slipping out of her mouth . 

“ just over here ,  see this is greenhouse i was telling you about  i wanted to show it to you now i know i said you could help the plants but if you would like to just come here to read that is perfectly fine i know it can get loud in the evenings so we thought you might enjoy the quiet and if you would like to plant well you can it’s your to use” he smiled handing her the key. 

“ why are you so nice “ her head tilted . 

“ because theres been enough people treating us unfairly for too long” he patted her hand as the two headed into the green house.  

As she unlocked the door instantly seeing a little nook with the books she like to read as well as chairs and small table that had her preferred tea sitting upon it . she walked down the aisle  her eyes wide in wonder and yet a warm feeling spread through her body as she took it all in . the plants around her springing to life  and a genuine smile taking it place on her face. 

“ i take it you like it , your brother and logan helped tidy it up” he took note of how vibrant the colors of the plants around her were  and it matched the smile on her face . 

“ i love it” she laughed wondering if it was all truly a dream . “ thank you professor” she walked over hugging the man tightly . 

“ you are welcome dear i shall leave you to  enjoy you peace” he held her hand little tighter before leaving . she must of walked around three or four times taking it in , looking out the large glass windows probably first time in her life she finally fell free .

He stood watching as she walked around  wide eyes filled with awe and wonder . something about this one was different , she held his attention from the moment he saw her laid out in that cage or even when she had him tied to a wall the day she woke up.  He went to the kitchen knowing she would be there and at first they would sit in silence , then she would make small quips about him never sleeping . slowly she was opening up in fact the night before was first time she even mentioned anything of her past . maybe it was because  she was the only one in the mansion who could even close to knowing how he felt when it came to the past . yeah they all had some rough story of life before they came to charles xavier's school for gifted youngster but not as much as she had. He also like she didn’t candy coat everything but yet she wasn’t mean  yeah she and scott had there back and forth but it was more playful than anything their was never a malice intent in her teasing of the man . she was so sweet to the kids to and not just the ones that came with her , she went out of her way to help them if they needed it . logan couldn’t help being drawn to her . this was first time he’d seen her genuinely smile too . 

“ thank you” she said passing by him almost startling him he was so lost in thought he didn’t notice her leave the greenhouse . 

 “ for what ?” he quirked his brow. 

“For being muddy” she called waving her hand only for him to feel a little weight on his head . 

He could help chuckle when he reached up feeling the petal he took it off his head seeing the flower crown in his hands. 

They fucked up , or so he wanted the others to think so . DR.Thompson stood as his colleges and fellow scientist bill and frank paced the room . both muttering and mumbling about losing the asset it made him sick when they referred to them that way , even worse when they called them the subjects . the doors burst open as the three men jumped back watching the agents fill the room  guns on display  a clear scare tactic that was working too well . 

“ now since i’m here would someone wanna explain how my best subject is gone “ the booming voice called before appearing in the archway of the door. 

“ sir with all due respect we were getting no where once the kids came she got more defiant , it was a lost cause we were going to dispose of them  “ frank spoke up a shaking and tremble to his voice . 

“ On who’s order was it to do such thing because i don’t recall giving it” the man stood almost toe to toe with him . 

“ mine , stryker sir it was a dead end project , we couldn’t do what we were suppose to , she wouldn’t let up and we couldn’t sedate her it wore off to quick we lost too many men” bill stood forward . 

“ so your giving orders now huh,  is this your project or is it mine , am i not the one who pays you and your teams well to get the job done” he growled . 

Doctor thompson knew he was next , maybe they already knew he was the one who tipped them off , he couldn’t sit idly by it was too cruel actually it was beyond cruel watching them trying to break her down. The screams of the  kid they did get haunted him and seeing her so defeated afterward he saw it all every time he closed his eyes .  the sounds of the back and forth and the footsteps of colonel william stryker came before him . the click of a trigger and bang that followed feeling the warm splash of blood on his face thompson opened his eyes , turning to see bill on the ground the blood pouring from the mans head. 

“ now when we get her back you will do as your told and finish the project you are set to do or you will be joining him do i make myself clear” he spat. 

“ y-y-ye-yes s-s-sir” thompson nodded shaking like a leaf  watching as the colonel and his men walked out the room leaving them standing in disbelief he was almost found out . 

“ we can’t fail again once they get her , we’re using the prototype it our only shot of staying alive” frank whispered before he ran to the closest bin puking his guts out . 

Dr. thompson wondered if he would ever get out of this mess but he hope more they didn’t get her again it would be dire if they did succeed . 

part three

[wri0thesley]

home - hawks x reader (6.7k)

you miss him when he's not here.

cw: not sfw. reader is afab but no gendered language is used. chubby reader, insecurities mentioned. established relationship. possessive hawks. blood, injury (mild). cunnilingus, scratching, biting, multiple orgasms.

this was a commissioned work.

There are drawbacks to being a Pro Hero’s partner.

Oh, there are some positives, too - the nice things that you get sent, sometimes, in the hopes that you’ll post them on social media and the business in question will get some extra footfall from being papped on the significant other of the more popular Pro Heroes (putting aside the occasional frustration of paparazzi always tailing you, the free clothes and free tech and free gear and free meals are very nice). The fact that Keigo has a sizable fortune that he mainly uses to make sure that you and he have the best life he can provide. The swell of pride that rises in your chest when you think about him, and all of the lives he has saved, all of the people who are grateful for him. 

The sunshine in Keigo’s face, too, when a small child tells him how much they look up to him - how they want to be just like him. The money that is funneled back by Keigo into charitable institutions for children. The fact that you’re doing a small part of good in the world despite your reasonably useless quirk (making flowers bloom at a touch is only useful when the flowers are not yet in season, after all - it’s a quirk that you can use maybe three months out of the year, and you’ve noticed flowers don’t seem to last any longer just because you’ve grazed them with your fingertips) by making Keigo happy, the way he deserves to be. 

But there are plenty of negatives. 

Those same paparazzi who sell photographs of you and Keigo to gossip magazines and comment on your appearance, your hair if it’s messy, your figure that you’re already not all that confident in. The online gossip-mongers who spend their time bemoaning how much of a better fit they’d be for a man like Keigo, if he’d just stop ‘pitying’ you enough to date you. 

The nights you spend stroking Keigo’s hair as he buries his head in your neck and all of the ugliest parts of his job fall out of his mouth; the fear of being a pawn for the HPSC for the rest of his life, the things he’s asked to do that remain secret except in whispered gasps into your ear, his hands clinging to you so tightly you think about talons puncturing your skin. The long, long nights when he’s out doing hero work and you fear that he may never come back to you. The way time stretches interminably on when he says he’ll be gone for a little while and you don’t know if it will be days or weeks or months. 

You wouldn’t trade anything for him. Keigo makes you feel seen and beautiful and loved and cherished in a way no other person could ever compare to. You get butterflies when he smiles at you. You cannot imagine a life in which you did not find each other, somehow. 

But tonight, your bed in Keigo’s penthouse (big glass windows, so he can feel like he’s flying - a huge bed, with room for his wings) is empty and cold. You wear a too-big ‘Hawks’s Baby Bird’ nightshirt that falls down to your knees, a gag gift from one of your friends who is a member of your boyfriend’s fan club. The little cartoon depiction of him is not enough to make you feel as though he is there with you.

Tonight feels like one of those nights that might last forever.

You roll over in the bed uncomfortably, legs tangling in cool sheets that you wish were warmed by your partner. The space seems to stretch on for an eternity without Keigo’s wings there for you to good-naturedly grouse about as he laughs and pulls you in even closer. 

You think not hearing anything might be the worst. 

You know what he does is important, you know that he doesn’t always tell you where he’s going because he’s worried about you - you know that being shrouded in secrecy is better for both of you. But not knowing where he is or who he’s with or what he’s doing makes all kinds of worrying scenarios play out in your head as you wonder if you’ll ever see him again, or if the last time you kissed him on the cheek and told him to be careful (and he looked at you with all of the love in the world lighting his gold eyes, his gaze saying far more than his easy laugh and his promise he would come back) would be the last time. 

Ugh. You flop onto your back and stare up at the ceiling. 

Maybe you should try making yourself a hot drink; distract yourself from the thoughts swirling around your mind and the loneliness that’s eating at your edges. That sounds nice. You swing your legs over the side of the comically oversized mattress, the soft hem of your nightshirt riding high on your thighs - and then you hear a familiar sound, and your heart feels like it swells to double its size in your chest. 

You quickly walk from the bedroom into the lounge, following the sound of beating wings and displaced air and something clinking against glass. There, on the balcony outside, stands Keigo - still in his hero costume, red wings in the process of being tucked behind him, keys tinkling in his hand. 

Through the window, he catches sight of you - and his smile is so wide it could split his face in two, eyes crinkling at the edges. He fumbles even quicker with the keys, eager to get inside and back to you - and you walk across the room, your feet warm on the cold tiled floor, to meet him.

Up close, you can see that the night has not been kind to him. 

Despite the smile that lights up his eyes and transforms his face, there are grazes all over his face; a rip in his hero costume at the sleeve, where he’s bleeding a little. His wings seem fine, but high on the left wing the feathers are bent out of shape and uneven as if he narrowly avoided trapping it somewhere. Your stomach drops somewhere in the region of your feet - and then, Keigo is through the window and it’s clinking closed behind him and you are embraced by all of him, all red feathers and fur jacket and arms wrapping so tightly around you that you can barely breathe. 

“Keigo,” your voice comes out in a choked squeak. “Keigo, you’re hurt--!”

“I’m so glad to see you,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, his normally light tone heavy with emotion. “I missed you so so much. I . . . I thought I might not see you ever again--”

His gloved hands cling to your generous hips, squishing into the soft flesh there, dragging you against him. He noses against your neck, breathing in your scent, as if he’s trying to reassure himself that you’re real and true and there. 

“Let me look at your injuries--” You try to say, but Keigo instead pulls you into a searing kiss that makes your knees feel weak. Despite his relatively small stature - compared to most other Pros, anyway - he trains long and hard, and he pulls you into him as if you weigh nothing at all, the softness of your curves and pudge not presenting the smallest of problems. His mouth is hot and beseeching against yours; this is a kiss that says ‘I am alive, and I thought I wouldn’t be’. Fear is still rolling hot through your stomach, but it’s hard not to melt into him when he knows every spot of your mouth and every nerve of your lips as well as he knows his own. His teeth nip needily at your lower lip and you open your mouth for him - let his tongue mark you out as his, sliding across that spot behind your front teeth that makes you full-body shiver in his arms. 

It doesn’t seem to matter to him that the two of you are in full view of the windows (not that any paparazzi would be fool enough to try and photograph from here, after the last time) - all that matters is that the two of you are entwined, that Keigo is there and you are there. His hands slide down your hips to knead at the soft globes of your ass, a motion that’s meant to be teasing but instead simply feels desperate.

You break apart from him with a gasp, your heart beating frantically against your ribcage.

“Keigo,” you say, hoping you sound more sure of yourself than you feel. “I need to clean your w-wounds.”

He looks at you all half-lidded and wanting, his mouth swollen from the kiss - actually, you don’t think his gaze has strayed from you once since he first laid eyes on you. 

“I needed to kiss you,” he says to you, and he cracks a small smile that doesn’t quite mask the wildness in his eyes. “I needed to remember exactly what you were like. Remind myself you were mine, birdie.” 

“The kiss could have waited,” you say, exhaling in a way that’s part laugh and part exhaustion. “You’re hurt.”

One gloved hand raises to your face; his thumb strokes over your cheek. The smile on his face is so sad and so wanting that it makes you ache. 

“I could never wait to kiss you,” he says. “Not a second longer than I have to.”

You tug gently on his sleeve; there’s dirt all over the tan fabric. You wonder what happened to him on this mission, but you don’t ask - Keigo never wants you to have to worry about things. He keeps you as safe as he can - makes sure you can work from home, insists that if he can’t go shopping with you groceries are delivered . . . on another person, it might be suffocating. But on Keigo . . . 

He hasn’t told you much about his life pre-Wing Hero: Hawks. Still, he has told you more than almost anybody else in the whole world knows, and you understand why he clings to the vestiges of a home he’s managed to build around himself. It’s hard not to be flattered that he considers you home - and you, in return, feel exactly the same way about him. 

“Come on,” you say to him, a little more forcefully this time, and you give him a gentle smile so he doesn’t feel like he’s worrying you too much. “Let me clean these scratches and get your uniform off, and I promise you can kiss me as much as you like for as long as you like.”

He lets out a soft laugh but lets himself be tugged across the room anyway. 

“My uniform off?” He asks, lightly teasing, the edge of desperation slowly ebbing away now that he is with you and knows you are safe. “Why, birdie, you’ve only gotta ask! Little forward, but I’m not gonna complain--”

You roll your eyes at him, but laugh all the same, as the two of you enter the kitchen and you bully him lovingly into taking a seat on one of the stools by the long breakfast bar. You reach up onto your toes to reach the first-aid kit kept in one of the high kitchen cupboards, feeling the hem of your shirt rise up to reveal the thin red satin underwear you wore to bed--

“Are those Hawks brand, too?” Keigo asks. You can’t see him, but you can just imagine the shit-eating grin that’s painted itself over his face. “Look, I know you want me to stay still whilst you tend lovingly to me, but you’re making this really difficult--”

“Shh,” you tell him, turning around with the little metal tin tucked beneath your arm. “You’re just trying to get out of the antiseptic swabbing, aren’t you?”

It takes you by surprise how quickly he’s shed his garments. You suppose that speed is his greatest asset, but still - you’d heard only a little rustling, and yet Keigo is suddenly sat behind you totally shirtless with his uniform discarded on the stool beside him. You can see almost all of him; the lean muscles of his pectorals, dotted with old scars - the corded forearms, the surprisingly strong hands . . .

You’re grateful to see that the wounds and scratches are only surface-level. They’ll need cleaning and bandaging up a little, but that’s all - he’s not at risk of any infections, doesn’t need to go see any healers or hospital workers. You’re glad - you don’t want him to be out of your sight for any longer than he has to be now that you finally have him back for a while. 

You cough as you rifle through the medical kit for anti-bacterial wipes, feeling your face heat up at his proximity and his nakedness. Keigo laughs softly, angling his body closer to you.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” he says to you, his voice low and soft. “C’mon. See something you like?”

“Could you stop flirting for one second?” You ask him, as you wipe over one of the nasty grazes on his arm - you don’t think you could look into those golden eyes right now without falling into them like molten pools. “I need to get this cleaned up.”

“You’d be flirting if the prettiest thing in the whole world was touching your naked body,” Keigo says to you, reasonably; and he laughs again when you fumble with the bandage you’re trying to affix to the spot in question. “C’mon. You’re even wearing my merch! How’m I supposed to just sit here and let you look after me when I’m thinking about pinning you to the breakfast bar and having my wicked way with you, huh?”

“Have your wicked way with me when I’m done,” you tell him, and now you have no choice but to turn your hand to the grazes on his cheek - and looking at Keigo’s pretty face takes your breath away in the same way it always does. His eyes are liquid gold, burning you as you gently wipe the blood from his sharp cheekbones. At the touch of your fingers on his face, he takes a sharp intake of breath - and one strong hand lands on the outside of your thigh, thumb pressing softly into the skin there. Your own breath stutters in your chest. 

There’s a bloom of heat low in your core, to be looked at like that. Possession and adoration and hunger all mixed up in his gaze, your own body screaming at you that Keigo wants you and you want him and everything else should be thrown to the wayside in pursuit of the pleasure the two of you are clearly longing for. 

He breathes out after a moment that feels like it lasts a week, and his voice has dropped a semitone into something rich and low and starving hungry. 

“You’re nearly done now, right?” He asks, swallowing, the bob in his throat visible. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stop myself.”

You do not break eye contact as you drop the gauze, as you close the lid of the first-aid kit. 

“I’d think a Pro Hero would have more control,” you say to him breathily. “Stop yourself from doing what, exactly?”

He smiles up at you with a wickedness that makes you weak at the knees, and you feel all of your concern about his grazes and bruises and the feathers that have been bent and ruffled in his wings melt away in favour of the persistent pounding in your core.

He moves lightning-fast; utterly deserving of all of his accolades, and before you know it you’re pressed against the breakfast bar, your ass pressed flush against the rim of the surface, and Keigo has dropped down onto his knees. 

“Stop myself from eating you all up, birdie,” he says, with a grin bright and hungry, as he presses his nose softly against the plumpness of your thighs. “You’re looking delicious, and I’m starving after being away for so long. Won’t you let a guy have a taste?”

You gasp as he moves his face; as his nose nudges at your mound through the Hawks branded underwear. He breathes in deeply, savouring the scent of you on the air.

“I can tell you want it too,” he teases you. “I can smell you from here. That’s how I know how delicious you’re going to be.”

“Keigo,” you breathe out lightly, but there is no complaint in your tone. Your boyfriend takes this the way it is; your consent for him to do whatever he wants to you, and his smile is knife-sharp in the darkness as his fingers hook into the elastic of the underwear and slowly begin to edge them down your legs. 

“Spread for me, angel,” Keigo murmurs, dropping a kiss just above your knee, peppering the skin he can currently get to with more feather soft touches of his lips. “Show me how much you want it. Let me see you; I’ve missed you. Feels like a century when I don’t see you for a day.” 

You fall over yourself to please him. You’ve missed him just as much; too deeply for you to care if you seem desperate, when you spread your legs further and let him see the wet mess between your legs. Keigo’s eyes go half-lidded and wanting as he trails the pad of one of his fingers up your thigh to dip between the lips of your sex and into your slick. 

“Look at you, pretty birdie,” he says, low and awestruck. “This is all for me? Aren’t I the lucky one? Aren’t you just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen?”

Your face heats up at the compliments; Keigo is never shy about giving them, of course, but when the position is so intimate and he looks so fascinated it’s hard not to feel woozy with the want that drips off every syllable. Keigo moves his face closer; kisses at the plump spill of your very inner thighs, where they’re damp with your own arousal. Teeth bite into the flesh gently, nipping at you until you gasp. 

“Y-you were being serious about eating me up, then?” You ask, a huff of laughter on your lips, as Keigo shifts his attentions to the other thigh, sucking love bites into the soft flesh. 

“Just making sure you know you’re mine,” he says, breathless. “Marking you up so you know who you belong to. After I’ve eaten you up, I’ll get on to eatin’ you out--”

He kisses over your sex this time; his breath fanning hot against your most sensitive parts. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to cling to the rim of the breakfast bar to stop yourself from just falling onto him completely. You feel a couple of well-placed breaths away from collapsing onto the floor.

“Is that a . . . a promise?” You ask him, and Keigo chuckles and the vibrations seem to travel from between your legs and right up your spine. 

“For you?” He murmurs, and his tongue darts out - laps up your cunt from perineum to clit, and you swear you see stars. “Of course it is.” 

Once Keigo has had a taste of you, there’s nothing you can do. You know it from past experience sprawled out on the bed beneath him as he works you over until you’re putty in his hands - when he wants someone, when he wants something, when something is his and it’s his responsibility . . . he will not rest until he’s wrung several orgasms out of you and you can barely move. The kitchen is a brand new development for this kind of thing, but Keigo is more than a little possessive and when you’ve murmured in the heat of the moment about christening every surface in his apartment it’s always gotten him going--

So it’s all you can do, really, to let him eat you out like he’s a man starved and he’s having his final meal before his untimely end. 

To let your fingers curl around the rim and to give yourself into Keigo’s mouth as it hotly works you over; his tongue dragging through your folds as if he’s trying to drink you in. Your own mouth falls open as your breath escapes you in little surprised gasps; it seems that for every slow lap of his tongue, he manages to do some kind of swirling trick of athletics that makes you feel like you’re melting into a pleasured mess. 

In between the licks and the sucks, he turns his attention back to the soft fullness of your thighs; drops little growling interludes of;

‘Mine’. ‘So beautiful’. ‘So good’. ‘You’re mine’. ‘Mine, mine, mine’. 

Kisses and bites and licks and mumbles, the soft abrasive scratch of his scruff making you dizzy and light-headed as you feel all of the pleasure that he brings you work itself into tight knots in your stomach. Sometimes he bites just a little too hard, as if he wants to ensure that the mark takes - and though on another partner, you might push him away, with Keigo it’s hard to not just let your lashes flutter and a soft moan escape at the thought of just how much he wants you to be his. 

There’s something to be said about having the mark of ownership of a man like Keigo upon your skin. 

He rubs his cheeks against your thighs, uncaring of how your slick is fair dripping from your sex; covering himself in your scent the same way he tries to cover you in his own. You’ve heard him complain when you switch shower gels or perfumes or shampoos; you know he can’t get enough of the natural scent of you. He never cares about cuddling up to you when you feel sweaty or gross - in fact, a couple of times, you’ve thought that it really gets him going--

It’s getting much harder to think the longer Keigo uses his mouth on you. 

It’s hard to think of anything other than the sensation of his tongue, the prickling pleasant heat that’s running through your veins, the groans of pleasure that he keeps putting forth with every new lap and suck and kiss of your clit. Your fingers twitch, your thighs shaking wildly, as you hover on the precipice of your orgasm.

“That’s right, beautiful,” he murmurs softly. “Come on. Come for me.” 

There’s no question of doing anything but. 

Your entire body goes taut all over, like a string waiting to be plucked - and then snaps, as your orgasm washes over you in fierce waves, making your body tingle like fireworks are being set off beneath your skin. You don’t try to muffle your noises - Keigo had coached that out of you with kisses and begging and telling you how much he loves hearing you - so soft whimpers and moans come issuing forth from your mouth, bouncing against the kitchen walls. Keigo makes his own noise in response; a coaxing kind of reassurance that you can let yourself go with him, you’re safe. His mouth is still pressed against your sex, though, his tongue still drinking in the slick you’re pumping out with every clench and pulse of your release. 

He stays there even as the orgasm slowly subsides and feeling returns to your extremities. You’re sensitive, your thighs shaking - and Keigo chuckles, pulling back and looking up at you with his eyes all blown with adoration. 

“I’ve missed the way you taste,” he tells you, tone teasing. “I’ve missed the way you sound, too. I’ve missed . . . all of that.”

“I’ve missed you more,” you say to him breathlessly. “A-are you going to let me repay the favour?” 

Keigo laughs again, and the sound makes happiness bloom in your chest. 

“No,” he says, sounding very sure of himself. “I’m not done with you yet, birdie. I need to make sure that every perfect inch of you remembers me; I need to make sure that you’re always with me, that you’re imprinted onto every part of me, that you know just how much I love you and I need you and that I can remember every part of you with my eyes closed--”

Your cheeks are hot at this profession of adoration. It’s not that Keigo is shy about these things - he said ‘I love you’ before you did - but . . . he’s not always prone to these big, grand gestures. He holds your hands and pulls you close and keeps you next to him, plays with your hair and remembers your favourites and checks in on you to make sure everything is alright as often as he can. Love story confessions are not his style--

And that’s how you know that he means every single syllable. 

“Th-that’s not fair,” you say weakly, as Keigo takes your hand and tugs you through the apartment instead, a mirror of you taking him into the kitchen to clean his wounds. “I want to do all that for you too--!”

“Ah, but you didn’t get to saying it before me, did you?” He shoots you a broad grin, pulling you into the bedroom. The sheets on your huge bed are still rumpled; he raises one eyebrow. “Not sleep well without me, birdie?”

“You know I never do,” you whisper, and his face goes impossibly soft. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his nose against your own so that the two of you are staring directly into one another’s eyes. 

“I love you,” he says, plain and simple. His hands go to touch your hips, to slide up to your waist and to your chest, his touch reverent like a sculptor and his masterpiece. “I love everything about you. If it were up to me, I’d spend every waking minute with you - I’d never let you leave our bed. We’d have everything we need. I . . .” He swallows. “I want to be with you forever.”

“I want to be with you forever, too,” you breathe out - you bring your hand up to stroke over his shoulders, to delicately curve over the musculature in his back to where his wings stand proudly out. He lets out a soft noise of pleasure at the soft touch of your fingers on the downy feathers at the base, his cheeks going pink. 

“Then let me take care of you,” Keigo murmurs, softly. “Let me come inside of you so many times you don’t remember what it feels like to have anything inside of you but me.” He takes a shuddering breath - and despite your earlier orgasm, your breath catches and your pulse beats between your thighs as if it’s agreeing that he can do whatever he wants with you. “Please.”

“Keigo--”

“Say I can, birdie.”

His touch gets desperate. His thumbs dig into the soft meat of your waist, the plump pudge there. You make the mistake of flickering your eyes away from his gaze, to between you and below your eye line, to see the way that his cock is tenting the front of his pants in need. You think about Keigo’s cock - about how it feels inside of you, about how perfectly it fills you up, about the sensation of having him come inside and keep going, keep pumping himself into you--

“Keigo,” you breathe, eyes flicking back up to him. “Of course you can.”

As much as you want to get on your knees for him and bring him the same pleasure he’s already brought you today, you can tell that this means a lot to Keigo - and so you’re not surprised when he groans out loud and pulls you back into a fierce kiss. Your lips are nibbled on, your tongue danced with, your entire body dragged into a kiss that Keigo puts every muscle into - until he pulls back, breathless. 

“Can we get this off you now?” He asks, tugging at your nightshirt. “Kind of weird to be looking at myself right now, even if I do look very cute as a cartoon--”

You laugh as you pull the dark red cotton over your head. You have a brief moment of doubt - that same flash that comes across you every time you fully disrobe in front of Keigo, a voice in your head saying that you’re not good enough or pretty enough for him - but it’s a doubt that Keigo quickly dispels as he pushes you back onto the bed and begins to pepper every inch of your newly exposed skin with bites and kisses. 

“I love these,” he murmurs, palming at your chest with rough calloused hands, plucking your nipples between thumb and forefinger until they stand to stiff attention. “They’re so pretty.” A pinch, and you whine, back arching. “And so sensitive--!” 

His tongue follows the path of his fingers, swirling around the nipple and sucking on it with a soft pop until you’re whining even louder, spreading your thighs apart for him in a silent plea to get on with it.

“You’re being needy,” he tells you, with a bite to the swell of your breast that you can tell will leave a bruise. “And I love it. Ask me nicely, pretty birdie--”

“Please fuck me, Keigo,” you say, breathless with need and want and the dizzying desire to have him inside of you. “Please, I want you inside of me--”

He kisses you fiercely again; fabric is displaced lower down his body as he works his trousers off without for a moment breaking the contact of your two lips. His cock slaps against the roundness of your tummy, leaving wet precome in a smear over your navel - hard and long, stiff and aching to find anchor in your port. 

“You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Spread wider, angel, alright?” 

You obey him, spreading your thighs so wide that it’s almost painful. 

The two of you have had to experiment with positions many times - Keigo’s wings provide an interesting challenge for ensuring that both of you are comfortable. Even now, in this simplest of positions, his wings make a canopy over you and give a soft red-warm glow to everything beneath them. Keigo smiles at you so softly that it feels like melting, and then his cock is nudging the lips of your sex apart and slowly slowly slowly sinking inside of you. 

It’s gratifying, to finally be full. His tongue felt good, but there’s a kind of intimacy in this that it can’t replicate - a feeling that the two of you are melding together, hearts beating as one. Keigo’s eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping his pretty mouth.

“You have no idea how you feel,” he chokes out. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you--”

“You feel like home,” you say to Keigo, and he whines and sheathes himself fully inside of you. 

His arms wrap around you, pulling you up so you’re not just laid directly on the bed. His nails - fingers a little sharp, like talons - rake down your back, scratching into you, as he gets used to feel of you hot and tight and wet around him. The two of you are both panting, your own arms wrapping around his neck so you’re as close to him as you can possibly be. 

He crashes his lips against yours at the same time as he begins to move his hips in hungry little circles. He isn’t yet fucking in and out of you in wild abandon, but this is still overwhelming after being without him for a few nights and forgetting all of the places inside of you that are stoked like a brand new fire by his cock, stretching you out. You move your hips against him in tiny increments, his abdomen rubbing against your swollen clit in a way that sends pleasant little frissons of electricity up and down your spine. 

The electric mixes with the scratches of Keigo’s hands, an overwhelming symphony of sensation that is at once too much and not enough. You lose track of time - you lose track of anything but the feel of Keigo inside of you, the pleasure of being stretched and fucked and taken and knowing you are loved. 

His lips against yours, his words against your ear with whispers of how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how good you are for him. Your own words, coming out slurred and breathless as you both chase your orgasms, wanting to crest that hill together. 

“Keigo,��� you’re whimpering. “Keigo, Keigo, Keigo.” Chants of his name spilling out of your lips like prayer beads, prayers that he drinks up with his kisses and his own soft entreaties of your name. 

“I’m going to--”

“I want you to--”

“Fill me up, please--”

“Fuck--”

You both lose track of who is actually the one speaking; the words come out in a spill that’s mirrored by the twitch of your thighs and the coil of heat in your stomach. Your orgasm hits you like a train, and your fingers curl into Keigo’s short hair at the same time as he digs his teeth into the soft place where your neck meets your shoulders and his cock pulses inside of you, spilling his seed into your sex, marking you out as his. Your own release gushes over his cock, your cunt clenching around him as you pant and whimper. You’re light-headed and dizzy as you chase your aftershocks, gyrating your hips on his softening cock to eke out every last drop of pleasure you can. Keigo’s hands stay on you, sliding to the small of your back, encouraging you as he sucks and kisses on the bitemarks and lets his own pants fill the air. 

The comfortable silence that follows your releases lasts only a moment. 

He’s come inside of you once, and your body feels full and satiated with your own orgasm, but that’s not enough for Keigo. Even as he pulls out, his cock is already hardening again, a soft groan falling from his mouth as it slaps against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

“Tell me I can fuck you again,” he murmurs. “I want you to be full of me, birdie. I want you to be dripping with my come for weeks. I need t’fill you up so bad--”

You manage to screw up all of your left-over energy - not that there was much of it - to roll over, gathering yourself up on your hands and knees, spreading your legs further apart and balancing yourself on your elbows. It’s a position the two of you have used often, made all the more comfortable by Keigo’s expensive bed. It means that you don’t have to do much more work than stay there and thrust your hips back into him - and, crucially, it means that Keigo gets so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him in your stomach. 

“Yes,” Keigo breathes, already gathering himself up onto his knees. He drops kisses onto the places on your shoulder blades and spine he scratched earlier, soft feather-light whispers of how much he adores you. “Fuck, angel--”

He fits inside of you like a glove; your earlier exertions making him slide inside of you so easily you barely feel the stretch. Your fingers clench into the sheets as you moan out a prayer that sounds like his name, as Keigo continues to drop wet messy kisses all over you. He’s rambling now, about how beautiful you look like this and how good you feel.

“I should fuck you on every surface in the house,” he whispers, as he begins to work his hips back and forth, sliding easily into a rhythm. “I should christen every single one of them, so it feels like home--”

“Okay,” you breathe in return, moving your hips as much as you can. You’re going to come again, you realise, embarrassingly quickly. He just feels so deep inside of you - like there is no end to where he starts or you begin, like there’s nothing in the universe but the two of you and the places you’re joined. One of his hands slaps over yours, holding it as best he can in the position you’re in. 

“I need to fill you up,” he’s panting. “I need you . . . need you to be mine, need you to know how much I love you, need you need you need you--”

“I need you,” you reply, in a whimper that feels like a sob as he adjusts his hips just so and oh, the spots he hits inside of you with every thrust . . . You feel born anew again; like this is the first time Keigo has fucked you and you’re as sensitive as a virgin. You squeeze your eyes closed. “I need you more-- please fill me up, I want to be yours, please please please--”

“Say my name,” Keigo begs into your ear, the words broken up with pants. “Say you love me.”

“K-Keigo--!” Your voice pitches as your orgasm clenches all up inside of you. You feel yourself tighten around him. The feeling of him inside of you, the wet glide of his cock, the sting of the bites and scratches from your earlier extremely enthusiastic love-making, all converging together until you can do nothing but let the white hot feeling take you over completely. “I l-love you--”

A moaning whimpering groan of your name, and the two of you are coming together. Keigo’s cock is twitching inside of you, spilling more thick ropes of his come as deep into you as he can to join his earlier load. You moan as you feel it trickle down your thighs, as he fucks it in deeper chasing the aftershocks of his orgasm and your body collapses into a jelly-like mass of nothing but feeling. Keigo lets you collapse and follows you down, breathless laughs turning into moans as you lie there for a few moments sweating and panting in the afterglow of your lovemaking. 

It takes a little while for the two of you to disentangle yourself fully; for Keigo’s cock to pop out of you (followed by a little rush of your mixed fluids), for him to drag your sweat-soaked body against him without caring for how you must be messing up the sheets. 

“I love you too,” he says, a belated reply to your call as you’d come. Your face goes hot at the reminder.

You curl up against his chest shyly, cheek pressed to his beating heart. Your fingers come up to trace patterns over his skin, and he makes a noise low in his throat almost like a chirp, pleasure at your touch melding with the pleasure of what has transpired between you both. He’s always a little more bird-like in this state; relaxed and sated and happy. 

A phone rings somewhere in the distance, and he groans. Eyes fluttering shut. 

“It’s in my pocket,” he mumbles in annoyance. “It’ll be the Commission.”

You make a soft noise of displeasure at the Hero Commission already wanting to monopolise his time when it feels like he’s been home for an hour or two at most. 

“I’d hoped we’d have a bit longer this time,” you say, and you hope that you don’t sound petulant. You don’t want to resent Keigo’s job! You know he’s one of the top heroes for a reason! But curled up in bed, it’s hard to reconcile Wing Hero: Hawks and Keigo, your boyfriend, your lover, your home. You want longer with him. You want to keep him for yourself. 

His mouth twists. Resolutely, he wraps his arms back around you. 

“We will,” he says, as he continues to ignore the ringing. “We’ll have more time. They can wait a day. I still have more things I want to do to you.”

“Unfair,” you say, hiding your smile in his chest. “It’s my turn to do things to you.”

He laughs and presses a kiss on the top of your head. The scratches and bruises and bites from your earlier exertions sting pleasantly; a reminder of home, a reminder of Keigo, a reminder of belonging. 

“Okay,” he says, with a faux sigh. “It’ll be a challenge, but I’ll take one for the team. I guess you can do things to me next time.” 

Both of you laugh and snuggle in closer to one another. 

The bed feels so much more right with Keigo in it beside you. 

[ataraxiaspainting]

Experience.

Yan Nanami x GN Reader.

Synopsis: Kento says to meet him downstairs to get ready to go outside.

Warnings: Yandere themes, past stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, and past violence.

Word Count: 800.

*~*~*~*

Last winter, your captor informed you that you would have the opportunity to venture outdoors when the darkness fell, the streets were deserted, and the pavements were sprinkled with salt. Despite endlessly waiting for Kento to stop reading his book and unlock the closet near the entrance, allowing you to slip into your jacket, the awaited moment never arrived. This instance marked the first occasion when Kento inflicted more emotional pain upon you than physical.

It hurt because he promised. Kento had never broken a promise to you before. Never. For better or worse, whether that was promising to buy you a cake for when you were good for a few weeks or promising to slap you across the face whenever he caught you mid-escape attempt. 

You asked him if he was going to take you when the sun had set, the fireplace was lit and your cup of tea had long since become cold. For what seemed like an eternity, his gaze lingered, chilling you to the bone from head to toe. Silence. No answer. You teared up and kept scrambling and muttering begs to go outside even if it was just for a moment or two.

With every one, he shook his head and turned to another page of his novel. After enough, he started to sigh to the rest of them. Soon, you stopped, looking down at your cold feet and shuffling to the kitchen to grab your sweater, as useless as it was to keep you warm in this weather. That was when he spoke.

“It’s snowing.” Kento pointed to the apartment window, and the winter wonderland outside looked more horrifying than hell to you and to you alone. Snowflakes rush to the ground every second, painting the sidewalks and roads a shade of white fit for a traditional bridal veil. “You’ll catch a cold, and you could get hurt.”

You stopped walking and faced him. Tears fell from your eyes then, after so long of being unpunished. Despite the warmth of the flames within the stoker placed by the television, your cheeks felt so stinging that you could have sworn that your cries would turn into icicles that would sooner than later impale your feet. You sniffle, and Kento stands up from his rocking chair at long last.

Old habits die hard and come back to life at that very moment. Impulses, animal, and raw and afraid. You ran frantically, wanting to be anywhere but in the same room as him at the very least. But wherever you ran and hid, he would always find you.

In no time, you discovered your back against the wall, caught between the pantry door that refused to budge and the ever-present figure of Kento. It felt like a repeat of the day you awoke in this place, only this time Kento displayed a touch of kindness he lacked before, back when you bit and screamed and always got tied up or hit with his belt. So, because of this slight development, rather than resorting to violence or depriving you of your fundamental rights, he opted for a different approach–a proposition to be exact. 

“We… can bake something.” He utters his words with a hint of uncertainty. “Something warm. Whatever you want. I just don’t want you to get sick. During the colder times of the month, influenza especially gets passed around as quickly as wildfire. There is also the common cold. Those… and curses. You aren’t strong enough to defeat them. We both already know that don’t we?”

Despite its lack of fairness, the exchange was still a trade, albeit an imbalanced one. So, you think. Things are set in stone already for Kento. He won’t budge. You may as well not try to delay the inevitable. So, slowly but surely, you nod, almost choking up another sob as you do so.

“I… Yeah. W-We can bake something.”

“Good. How about some cookies? It is the holiday season after all.”

Memories of joyful holidays spent with your true family flood your mind, contrasting sharply with the current reality of being trapped by a deranged stalker. As long as this manipulator holds power over you, the chances of reuniting with your loved ones grow increasingly slim. Concern gnaws at your heart – are your family members safe and sound? You can only hope for their well-being.

However, your heart reminds you that it's important to prioritize yourself. Consequently, you decide to proceed and accept whatever you can in the present moment. Whatever you can.

No matter the circumstances, you find yourself trapped in a suffocating grip. It could be the frost, the concern you harbor for your dear ones, or the relentless pressure of Kento's hands gripping you tightly until you're on the verge of breaking. Turning the heat up will only burn your flesh and not melt away anything. You are going to get hurt whether it is used or not.

[ghostlymakercat]

I feel like we all underestimate how bad barty's self evaluation is, he'd do anything for those he respects and loves, but he won't do anything for himself. Everything he does is for others, he lives for others if it weren't for the people in his life he wouldn't live.

And all that just because his father raised him. His father that neglected his needs and when Barty finally got something even so small as his father finally looking up at him from his work or he got a nod of approval, he thought that if he tried hard enough he might finally be enough.

He didn't know that other families were different, his father thought that Barty should just be focusing on school and isolated his son from the outside world. And so he made Barty think thats just how it is, that's how it worked- if he made everything that other people wanted from him he may finally get acknowledged, maybe if he did everything right he might finally deserve love.

And imagine Barty's shock when he was standing alone before the carriage, because neither of his parents could be bothered to escort their son before he went away for a year( because Barty wasn't a child anymore and don't need to come home for holidays), meanwhile other kid's parents cried and cooded after their children, hugged them and made sure they had everything they needed.

Imagine how cold Barty must have felt, how confused, how he must have wondered what he did wrong, what was wrong with him that his parents didn't care for him like this. And decided that he will try harder. And he did, he made sure that he was at the top of all of his classes, he didn't try to make any friends because he knew his father would disapprove, as friend would only distract him from his studies, and made sure to always write home every week. He was sorted into Slytherin he didn't really care for his house but he knew it was something bad because his father always avoided the topic... If he even talked to Barty in the first place of course.

He never got a letter back, unless he didn't get a perfect score then his father scold him. And Barty started doubting he would ever be enough for his father. Then he zoned out in one lesson and got a bad grade. Barty felt so guilty, the letter was terrible, it was the worse letter he ever got. His father called him a disappointment a useless heir.

It was the first time Barty cried at hogwards. He didn't mean to start crying but he felt so tired, so drained, so wrong. He opened the first door he saw and quickly closed the doors. He didn't know where he was, but it didn't really matter, what mattered more was that there was nobody to see him, or so he thought.

A loud sob pierced the quiet of the room and Barty froze. A small dark haired boy that looked just about Barty's age was curled up on the hard stoned ground leaning back against the bookshelf, matching tears and pain in his eyes. Barty was never so terrified before, but he was also curious. The boys were studying the other both wondering. Barty knelt down to the others eye level, and after a long time of hesitance he offered his hand to the smaller boy. They didn't speak, they didn't have to, they just leaned against each other.

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Help this wasn't supposed to turn into a fanfic 💀

Anygays the boy is Reggie of course let me know if youd like to read more

[penkura]

found you! [1/3]

Summary: Twice Penguin found you. The third time you found him.

Note: It's Penguin’s birthday. Why not make this my first post, aye? Nothing really special or to warn about this one, except references to sex, that's it. Fem!reader because that's all I know how to write, sorry. They're all adults here (pretty sure they are in the canon anyway but). Shachi and Ikkaku are in an on again off again relationship because I said so. Penguin calls the Reader by petnames to cut down on using [y/n] and the like.

I don't have the next two parts written yet, but I will be working on them this next week.

Rolling over in your bed, you pull your pillow and stick your head under it, praying you can drown out the whispered shouting of Shachi and Ikkaku, though you know it’s pretty useless when those two get riled up. It's always in the middle of the night, nearly always at 1:30am, and happens at least twice a week, always in the room you share with Ikkaku. You hear her shush Shachi again, saying you’re sleeping and to keep it down, but he argues with her that she wanted privacy while they fought spoke and this was the best place considering the others still awake through the ship.

Please, please just shut up.

They don’t, still fighting about something stupid, probably Shachi flirting with some girl in front of Ikkaku, that sounds about right you realize as you pull your pillow tighter over your head.

You’d think they’d be a bit more considerate since you’ve been sick with a cold the last few days, but unlucky for you, this is one of the best places for them to fight about their non-relationship. They think they’re so slick, that no one else knows about their hook ups and quiet dates that Ikkaku swears to you aren’t dates, but everyone on the Polar Tang can see they’re both just lying to themselves. There’s been a betting pool on when the two will just commit, Law is even taking part because he’s just as sick of this as everyone else is.

For several more minutes all you hear is hushed, angry whispering, to the point you finally sit up in your bed, wrapping your blanket around you, and going to leave.

“Oh! [Y/N], I’m so—”

“Don’t be. Just don’t have sex in my bed okay? I just washed my bedding.”

Ikkaku turns bright red and she throws her pillow at the door when you close it as you leave, making you giggle just a bit. You know better than anyone how their fights end, you don’t want to come back to your room tonight at all.

Instead, you start to make your way towards your captain’s office, knowing Law is still wide awake, probably working on a plan or just revising a medical book. Having known him nearly as long as Penguin, Bepo, and Shachi, you’re not surprised when you finally get there and knock on his door, trying to push back a cough when you hear a soft ‘come in’ and open the door.

Law barely looks up at you, giving you a slight glance with a raised eyebrow while you walk over to the couch in his office.

“Can I help you?”

“Lovers spat in my room.”

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose but not looking from his book. “Again?”

“Again.”

“How do they fight all the time but you and Penguin don’t?”

“Perks of having been together almost a decade. We know everything about each other and are too committed to screw it up at this point.”

As you lay down, pulling your blanket around you more, Law watches you before speaking again.

“That’s my napping spot, you human cat.”

“Shh,” glancing over your shoulder, you put a finger to your lips, before snuggling further into the couch, “I sleep. I’m still sick.”

“Then go find your boyfriend.”

“He’s still on night watch. He’ll come find me.”

Law doesn’t get another word in before you fall right to sleep, he rolls his eyes in response, turning back to his desk.

He knows Penguin will come find you, he just kind of wishes you’d keep your sickness to your own room or the infirmary.

+!+

Penguin does come looking for you once his night watch shift is over an hour later. He first goes by your shared room with Ikkaku, but the sounds he hears make him blush bright red before he quickly turns and goes towards the men’s bunks. If that’s going on in there, you’ve definitely left to sleep elsewhere. You’ve probably snuck into his bunk bed to get away from the non-couple on the ship, it makes his heart clench a bit at the through, you having to leave your room still under the weather and needing some peace an quiet.

Not like the men’s bunks are that much quieter, but at least there’s not active sex happening in there right now (at least, he hopes there isn’t). He’s already starting to unzip his boiler suit before he’s even fully in the men’s bunks, just wanting to crawl into bed with you and sleep finally, even though morning would be soon, he can at least get about four more hours before it’s time for breakfast.

Perfect plan, and tomorrow’s our day off~

Unfortunately, you aren’t even in his bed, causing his excitement to disappear and his shoulders to slump, before Penguin looks over to Clione and Hakugan nearby.

“Have either of you seen [Y/N]?”

Clione shrugs while Hakugan shakes his head, both responses making Penguin pout a bit while he slips off his boiler suit to just his tank top and boxers to sleep in.

“She’s not in her room?”

“No, well,” his face turns red again and the other two men are quick to realize that Shachi isn’t around and what that must mean, “I sure hope she isn’t…”

“Ugh, those two again?”

“Do they forget there’s a designated room for that?”

He shrugs, starting to prep his bed to bring you to it once he finds you, remembering the day Law awkwardly told everyone there was now a room only for extracurricular activities, and sex anywhere else wouldn’t be tolerated if it was found out. Sometimes people slipped and brought someone back to the wrong room, or Ikkaku and Shachi argued in your shared room and it escalated once they worked things out, like tonight. You and Penguin were at least smart enough to either use the designated room or, if you were docked on an island, rent a hotel room away from everyone else just for that night.

As soon as his bed is ready, Penguin takes off to find where you’ve gone for some peace and quiet. There’s very few places on the Polar Tang that aren’t bustling with people doing various things, whether playing cards, having animated discussions, or performing maintenance where needed. The current, most obvious places for you to sleep would be the designated room, Law’s office, or the nearly empty infirmary. He does make a stop by your room but continues on as he still hears sounds he doesn’t want to, moving quickly towards the infirmary first to see if you’d dragged yourself there. You hate sleeping in there unless it’s your only or last option, but even when he gets there and pokes his head in, Penguin doesn’t see you on one of the beds at all, only catching sight of Uni who you’d somehow given your cold to. Knowing you practically never go to the designated room, not without him at least, the only other place you could possibly be is Law’s office, so he starts to make his way towards the captain’s room.

You may not have known Law as long as Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo, but the two of you have become close ever since you joined. Your home life having gone from comfortable to hell, leading you to beg the small group of Pirates that landed on your island for help ended up being the best thing to happen to you. It wasn’t Law you ended up clinging to and begging for help, not even Penguin. It was Shachi who had been checking out the island with Penguin, the two teens at the time bringing you to the small group of about seven people, Law agreeing to hear your story before he offered you to join them after you’d made known you were a decent cook and seamstress. Stereotypical hobbies for a young woman, but with how your family was, it was all you could do to make money for you and your mother at the time. You’ve since learned how to fight, martial arts and a metal baton being your choice of weapons. You’d moved from being a dual chef and seamstress to being more help in the mechanical aspects of the ship, while still working on the crews clothes when needed.

While Penguin did find you attractive as soon as he met you, it was still another two years before he said anything, eventually confessing to you with your favorite flowers in hand, his face bright red which made you grin before you kissed him as a response.

You’ve been together ever since, Penguin doesn’t think he could ever be happier than he is now.

Finding Law’s office door cracked open leads Penguin to briefly knock on the doorway before stepping in, not waiting for a response from his captain and friend.

“Hey, Cap! Have you seen—”

“On the couch.” Law nods his head back towards where you’re sleeping, not bothering to look up from his book once again.

Once he sees you, Penguin smiles just a bit before thanking Law, walking over quietly and giving you a small kiss on your temple which wakes you enough to crack open an eye, the slightest smile as you realize who just woke you.

“Hey there, pretty girl, I found you,” he gives you a soft smile before starting to help you up, making you wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist as he lifts you up, “Got kicked out of your room?”

“No…I left cause they were arguing.”

“Ahh that explains it. Let’s get you to my bed then.”

You hum as a response while Penguin grabs your blanket, you briefly looking over to Law who just watches the two of you, making you smirk.

“Told you he’d find me.”

Your captain rolls his eyes before bidding you both goodnight as Penguin starts to leave and head back to the men’s bunks, you greet your other crewmates with a slight wave once you’re there. Penguin leans forward enough for you to release him and lay on his bed, scooting towards the edge to give him space to join you once he’s laid your blanket out over you again. He joins you as soon as he’s gotten enough of the others to quiet down, letting you wrap your arms around his middle while he does the sane to your shoulders, kissing your forehead and tucking your head under his chin.

“Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Of course~” Penguin sighs contently while you bury your face in his chest, you really do just make him so happy, “I’ll always come find you.”

“Love you, Peng.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

You’re asleep quickly, Penguin stays awake and watches you for a few moments, while more lights are shut off in the room and a few of the other men snicker over how whipped they believe their older comrade is for you. He doesn’t pay them any mind really, he just loves you enough to take care of you however you need. For a second, he looks to his nightstand and remembers the small box he picked up a few days ago, smiling to himself at the thought of finally, finally, asking you to marry him once he talks to Law about it, but that’s for another day as he starts to drift to sleep.

Definitely gonna marry you soon.

+!+

“You’re finally going to ask her??”

Penguin nods with a shy smile while Shachi and Ikkaku both grin, her letting go of his arm to give their older crewmate a tight hug.

“That’s so wonderful, Penguin! She’s definitely going to say yes!”

“You think so…?”

“Dude,” Shachi pats his friend’s shoulder roughly, making Penguin look at him, “She’s been with you for almost ten years now, right? There’s no way she’ll say no.”

Ikkaku nods in response, still grinning brightly at the thought of you and Penguin getting married at last. She’s the one that’s heard your wishes for a small wedding with him, if he ever wanted it, you were waiting for Penguin to make the move and ask. You told her you were content just dating him, but actually tying the knot had been on your mind more recently.

“She’ll for sure say yes. She’s told me how much she wants to marry you!”

That causes Penguin to blush slightly, still smiling as he scratches at his cheek before pulling the small box in his pocket out to show your two friends the ring he’d already picked out for you. Ikkaku snatches the box and opens it, swooning a little over the simple ring he'd picked out. A thin silver band with your birthstone fixed on it, exactly what you’d told her was one of your options for a ring, Penguin must’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it since Ikkaku hadn’t told him a thing about your wants. Either that or he’d seen in a magazine or maybe even asked Law about it, considering how close you were to your captain.

“When are you going to ask her?”

“Our tenth anniversary is in a few weeks,” Penguin nods while he takes the ring box back from Ikkaku, quickly slipping it back into his pocket and checking to make sure you haven’t snuck in, “So, I’m going to ask Captain if we can dock at an island then. I’ll find a place to take her to dinner and ask her after that.”

Ikkaku nearly swoons again, instead sighing dreamily and leaning on Shachi’s shoulder.

“That’s so romantic…why aren’t you like that?”

“I’m sorry, am I your boyfriend? I thought we just friends with benefits.”

“Excuse me?!”

Penguin sighs, still with a smile, as Shachi and Ikkaku start to argue. He’s beyond thankful the two of you don’t have such issues after being together so long. If you two fought like that, there’s probably no way he’d even consider marrying you, he thinks. He loves you too much to screw around with other women, to argue with you about it too. No one else compares and he’s sure some would say he’s crazy for having settled on you at just nineteen-years-old, but he doesn’t care.

“Hey, Peng~” he’s not even a little surprised at you coming up behind him, slipping your arms around his middle and making him smile as he looks over his shoulder and down at you, “What’re they arguing about now?”

“Ah…just if they’re a couple or just friends with benefits.”

“Hmm…” You watch the other allegedly lovely couple of the Heart Pirates, before shrugging. “Would be easier if they’d just settle down with each other already, yeah? Like you and me.”

He can’t wait to finally make you his bride.

Nodding, Penguin keeps the smile on his face, setting one of his hands on yours, and realizing how excited he really is to ask you to marry him in a few weeks. How glad he is that he and Shachi found you on your home island twelve years ago, and helped you convince Law to let you join. How happy it makes him to think about his long past confession and your reciprocation of his feelings.

“Yeah. Like you and me, sweetheart.”

He can’t wait to finally make you his bride.

[ficxworm]

A Different Kind of Medicine

Pairings: Wilson x House

Tags: supportive Wilson, House’s Vicodin addiction, implied romantic feelings

Dr. Gregory House, MD, was, if nothing else, predictable in his unpredictability. To everyone around him, he was a brilliant diagnostician whose addiction to painkillers was as legendary as his ego. Dr. James Wilson, his best—and often only—friend, had long ago accepted that House was his own worst enemy. But tonight, for the first time, Wilson saw a glimmer of willingness in House’s eyes—a willingness to try.

“You’re serious about this?” Wilson asked, skepticism coating every syllable.

House rolled his eyes, adjusting himself on Wilson’s worn leather couch with a wince. His leg was already aching. “Don’t look so excited, Jimmy. Yes, I’m serious. For now. That’s as much as you’re getting out of me.”

Wilson nodded, his expression softening. He wanted to reach out, offer some kind of reassurance, but knew better. Instead, he kept it simple. “Then let’s start small.”

For the first time in his life, House let someone take his stash. He handed over the orange prescription bottle to Wilson, who tucked it away with a wary glance, half-expecting House to snatch it back. But House didn’t. He just sighed, his fingers drumming against his thigh, betraying his restlessness.

The first few days were the hardest. The withdrawal symptoms crept up like a slow burn, insidious and relentless. The pain was one thing, but the itch, the craving—the need for Vicodin felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside out. House threw himself into work, trying to drown out the pain with puzzles and patients, but it was never enough.

Wilson was there through all of it. He spent every break checking on House, convincing him to come over after work, even making dinner a few times. At first, the effort was awkward. Wilson wasn’t used to this kind of care, and House wasn’t used to receiving it. There were moments of sharp tension, glances that lingered a little too long. And there were the times Wilson’s hand brushed House’s, lingering for just a second before pulling back.

After a week, House was sitting at Wilson’s kitchen table, staring at a plate of cold spaghetti. He’d been quiet all evening, staring off into the middle distance.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” he muttered. “I need the pills to function. Without them, I’m…useless.”

Wilson leaned forward, voice gentle but firm. “You’re not useless, House. You’re just…not used to relying on anyone but yourself. It’s okay to need help.”

“Yeah? Then why don’t you need help?” House snapped, the bitterness in his voice sharp enough to make Wilson flinch.

“I do,” Wilson admitted, surprising himself. “I just…choose different ways to cope. You’re not broken for wanting to take the edge off your pain, House. You just need to find something that won’t destroy you.”

Wilson held House’s gaze, the vulnerability in it catching them both off-guard. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Finally, House slumped forward, rubbing his temple.

“So, what then?” he muttered. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“One day at a time,” Wilson replied softly. “And if you need me to, I’ll be here for every single one of them.”

The next few weeks were a blur of tension, progress, and plenty of setbacks. House was still grumpy, still sharp-edged, but every once in a while, Wilson would catch a glimpse of something different—a House who was tired, vulnerable, and maybe, just maybe, a little grateful.

One night, House showed up at Wilson’s door unannounced. He looked haggard, his usual bravado worn thin.

“I thought about going to the pharmacy,” House said, not meeting Wilson’s gaze. “But I came here instead.”

Wilson’s heart twisted. “I’m glad you did.”

They didn’t talk about it any further. Wilson let House crash on his couch, and as they sat in the darkened living room, House’s head lolled back on the cushion, his guard down in a rare moment of ease. Wilson found himself looking at him a little too long. He realized, with a pang, that there was something more here—a tenderness he could never quite put into words.

“Thanks,” House murmured sleepily, eyes half-closed. And then, with a wry grin, “For not saying I told you so.”

Wilson chuckled. “You’d hate me if I did.”

“You think I don’t already?” House’s voice softened, and his eyes drifted to Wilson’s. “If I didn’t… I wouldn’t still be here.”

The words lingered, heavier than House’s usual quips. Wilson’s breath caught, and before he could think better of it, his hand reached out, brushing against House’s fingers on the couch cushion. He half-expected House to pull away, but he didn’t. Their fingers rested together in a silent, unspoken acceptance.

As the months went on, the little moments between them grew. The small, shared glances, the lingering touches. It was an intimacy they never discussed but one that quietly became essential. In those fleeting moments, House found something he didn’t dare name—a balm that was, in some ways, as addictive as the Vicodin.

One night, as they sat in Wilson’s apartment after a particularly hard day, House looked up at him, expression open in a way Wilson had never seen before.

“This thing we’re doing… is it just the drugs? Or…” House’s voice trailed off, uncharacteristically hesitant.

Wilson felt his throat tighten. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from House’s face. “No. It’s not just the drugs, Greg. It’s…us.

House met his eyes, the hint of a smirk curving his lips. “You’re sappy, you know that?”

Wilson just smiled, letting his fingers linger against House’s cheek. For once, neither of them tried to hide behind a joke. In the stillness of that moment, they both understood: they had become each other’s medicine.

And for House, that was a kind of healing he had never thought possible.

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Secrets I have held in my heart- Lyney x Gn!reader- Part 2

Are harder to hide than I thought t/w- Angst comfort, dancing in the rain, fluffy lyney and girl boss Lynette Summary- Hear me out... The reader is lyneys friend in Fontaine who secretly has a massive crush on lyney, thinking those feelings are one-sided hence not telling him. They went to lyneys show, but then lyney took an audience member - a beautiful woman - for a trick which involved a little dance motion. That made the readers heart crush, as they sat in the dark audience seat with tears falling down from their eyes - their mind telling them they'll never ever be in place of that woman.Gn reader please!!! A/n- I maybe wanted to start doing Honkai Star rail Oneshots too! Would you guys enjoy that??

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Lynette pov

Y/n walked out the performance mid way through. It was unlike them to do that, usually they sat and watched all of his tricks no matter how cheesy. I turned to face lyney, he was basically flirting with the girl on stage. About a week ago he had comfessed to me his love for y/n and y/n had done the same. Both thought it was one sided. Freminent and I are the only ones who knows. It kills us both to watch them be so oblivious.

The show continues as normal and Lyney and I finish with a bow as he throws flowers into the crowd. He has everyone fauning over him, girls, boys and everyone in between. I just don't think he realises how much he likes y/n and how much they like him back.

"Well I'd say that show was pretty successful wouldn't you Lynette?"

"Well yes, apart from the fact y/n walked out mid performance."

"They walked out? I-i didn't notice?"

"You were to busy flirting with that lady on stage."

"How could I be so stupid."

"I don't know. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to make tea."

Y/n pov

You wrapped your jacket tighter around you, the rain and wind were equally unforgiving. Maybe you should just get up and go? What were you doing waiting here? Were you hoping that Lyney would come out and find you? That he would come and hug you? That he would tell you how much he loved you?

It was useless. Of course he didn't love you back. You felt angry at him. He had flirted with you so much to the point that you'd actually fallen for him, and when he found out he was going to throw you away.

The suddenly stopped, well above you atleast. "Would you happen to be needing one of these. You might freeze to death if you keep sitting here in the rain."

"Go away Lyney."

He seemed taken aback at your words, and his usual flirty tone stopped. "Y/n what's wrong? You can talk to me you know."

"Not about this Lyney."

"You know I'm going to get it out for you eventually."

Maybe it was just the rain dripping down your face but something tickled your cheek. He gently reached out his hand almost like picking up an Injured bird. He wiped away your tears and slightly smiled.

"Come on don't cry. What's there to cry about?" He grabbed both your hands. "Come dance with me."

"You know I can't dance Lyney."

"And? I can teach you."

Despite the cold nipping at you, you started to feel warm. He dragged you out from the cover of the umbrella. Lyney placed one hand on your waist and the other leading your hand to his shoulders. Your hands were interlocked and you could feel yourself getting warmer by the second.

"Now just follow my steps. Can you do that?"

"Yeah."

He moved so gracefully, just like on stage. Except he seemed more genuine. The smile on his face was so.... Handome. You felt your heart skip a beat. It wasn't fair that he could make you feel like this from just smiling.

You pulled away quickly not wanting to even look at him anymore. He looked like a sad, damp puppy.

"Please tell me. I hate seeing you like this."

"Well I hate seeing you flirt with every person you-" You stopped because you realised what you said.

"Your jealous?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"You are oblivious aren't you Lyney." Lynette was standing against a pole with he tea in hand.

"What are you taking about Lynette?"

She sighed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You both like each other."

You could see his face turn a bright red as he turned to face you. "You like me y/n?"

"I-i do."

"See there you both go." Lynette said.

He ran quickly towards you and embraced you in the tightest hug and his whispered in your ear. "And you never told me..."

"I thought you didn't like me."

"What gave you that impression?"

"You flirt with alot of people."

"Well...yeah I do but I only had eyes for you." He thought for a bit longer before saying, "May I kiss you."

"You may."

So he did.

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Tommy Kinard: International Man of Mystery - A OneShot

now on ao3

Tommy was on his way back home from a long day. From fighting fires and keeping up with everything from Councilwoman Ortiz, all he could think about was sliding into his couch with a pint of The Tonight Dough™️ and perhaps watching The Proposal for a second time that week.

It’s a surprise to see Evan’s jeep in the driveway as he pulls up, not having remembered seeing any text or missed call from his boyfriend—it still felt almost unreal to say that, but Tommy… he couldn’t let his emotions get in the way of his job. He couldn’t.

Maybe Evan also had a bad day and decided to come by. Evan liked to do that, to waltz inside Tommy’s home and grab him by his belt loops pulling him into the most heated, unabashedly horny kiss that soon led to them falling back into Tommy’s bed and well, one thing would lead to another.

It was for the job, Tommy would tell himself this but when your life revolved around kissing the most handsome guy you’d ever laid eyes on for months? Taking him to bed and holding his hand, whispering those sweet nothings to him as he fell asleep? It’s no surprise that maybe the emotions were getting in the way of his job, especially since his meeting with Ortiz was more of a lecture.

“Your work has become weak, Agent Kinard. You were getting more intel for us in the first week of dating Evan Buckley and now it’s scraps, useless phone calls and emails that lead us nowhere. I hope you aren’t letting your feelings get the best of you. We both know how this is going to end, one way or another. I sure hope you’d like to be on the right side.”

Tommy shook his head, turning off his car before he made his way inside the house. Evan’s shoes were at the front walkway, but there was no sight of him spread out on the couch as he usually was, watching American Dad or some Food Network show to pass the time. He wasn’t in the kitchen either. “Evan?” Tommy called out, setting his keys down on the coffee table. Still nothing.

Maybe he’s taking a shower. Tommy sighed, throwing his jacket onto the couch and walked down the hall, where he then noticed the door to his office was open. His heart nearly stopped. Tommy always kept this room locked, the office itself wasn’t anything to worry about, but Evan was snooper and Tommy was always adamant the reason he kept it locked was due to faulty wiring he’d yet to fix, uneven flooring and bad ventilation overall.

“I rarely even use it.” Tommy had told Evan when he asked about it. “It’s basically a big filing cabinet.”

Evan seemed to believe it at first, but Tommy could always feel his eyes linger on the door each time they passed by it. He tried to pay it no mind, if Tommy didn’t care maybe Evan would eventually leave it alone.

Tommy inched closer and like that his worst fears came true. The bookshelf that led to the hidden part of basement was wide open. No.

Tommy rushed into the room and down the steps, which led him right to Evan. He’s facing away from him, holding something in his hands as he stood in front of the monitors bolted up onto the wall, live camera footage from the 118 displayed up on the screens.

Did it even matter if Evan had seen the cabinets full of audio recordings? The files filled with all the information he was able to gather on every single person who worked at the 118 fire station, their families and close friends? No. Tommy was busted.

“Evan.” Tommy spoke, watching the man swiftly turn around with red, watery eyes.

“How could you?”

Tommy was too stunned to speak. The words of Councilwoman Ortiz play on repeat in his mind.

“Evan, I can explain.”

“Explain what?” Evan laughed, a choked, defeated laugh as he threw his arms up in the air, whatever he held in his hand flew to the ground. “That you’ve been using me? That you’ve been using all of us to tear down the 118 and for what?”

Tommy felt his throat tightening, his skin growing cold, he couldn’t stand to see Evan so upset and what he couldn’t stand even more was the fact that he was the one causing it all.

“I don’t know! Evan—The things I’ve told you, most of it is true just twisted in a way to make sense to you. Evan, you have to understand that this is my life. I would never—I’d never have done this to you if I’d known…”

“Known what?” Evan asked, stepping forward slightly.

Tommy looked at Evan. Someone who was supposed to be his enemy, someone he was supposed to tear down and felt nothing but warmth in his heart as he held his gaze. “If I’d known how madly I’d fall in love with you.”

Tears slip down Evan’s face and he rushes forward to wrap his arms around Tommy. “Tell me we can fix this. Please, Tommy.”

Tommy holds Buck just as tightly in his arms, his mind racing a mile a minute, a bit whiplashed from the way Evan hadn’t decided to beat the living hell out of him and instead ask, how they can fix this?

“Do you mean, turn this whole thing around on Ortiz?”

“We have to stop this bullshit. Tommy, I love you and, if you can help bring all of this down then I think I can find it my heart to forgive you. Don’t you want it all to end?” Evan asked, looking up into Tommy’s eyes with nothing but the love Tommy felt in return.

“Evan, I want nothing more than to stop all of this. I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

Evan leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Tommy’s lips and with a soft voice he said, “Then don’t lose me.”

FIN.

[sister-lucifer]

Boys on Film [WIP PREVIEW]

Jay Merrick x Hoodie, starring Alex Kralie

content/warnings: none for this preview, except minor hints of slightly toxic alex behavior, but there will be in the full fic

Stress.

That’s the only word for it, but it feels like a massive understatement. What Alex is experiencing is far more than a quickly approaching deadline or rush hour behind the counter of a fast food restaurant; not just stress, but damn near mortal peril, and it’s wearing on him, grinding him down to dust bit by bit. Anyone in this situation would be…tetchy, to say the least, but Alex’s strain often manifests itself as pure, unbridled rage, simmering at the surface of his mind and burning red hot. 

As one could imagine, this doesn’t exactly bode well for his cautious alliance with Jay. 

They’re both under tremendous pressure. They’re both struggling, they both need each other’s help…

…but God, he pisses Alex off. 

Sitting there with that empty, placid look on his face like he’s a million miles away, but still stone cold sober. Always fiddling with his camera and always asking once, twice, thrice to have what was just told to him explained again. The way he looks up at Alex with those big doe eyes that don’t know anything, that oblivious face that reminds Alex of those days in high school where they’d sit behind the bleachers and gaze silently at each other, both of them too afraid to lean in and just—

Stop, stop, stop. Just stop it. 

Alex huffs in annoyance, shaking his head as if shaking the thoughts out of his mind. He flops back onto his twin mattress, staring up at the plain white ceiling of his bedroom. This old house has been his only solace these past few weeks, his only place of safety; it’s almost odd being alone in it now, seeing as Jay’s been practically living with Alex as of late for his own safety and peace of mind. He’d shown up at Alex’s door in the dead of night, panting, terrified, and begging to spend the night. 

How could he say no?

He, perhaps too eagerly, invited Jay in, assuring him that he could stay as long as he needed. It was a bad idea, he realizes now, to allow Jay of all people into his domicile. Despite his constant self affirmations that everything from high school was in the past, where it belonged, suddenly being so close with Jay ignited an old flame deep inside of him. It burned just hot enough to make his insides uncomfortably warm, bringing beads of sweat to his forehead whenever he stood next to Jay for too long. The heat made him irritable—sometimes it turned him into a downright nasty jerk, and today his barely contained rage had really bitten him in the ass.

He hardly remembers what even started the fight. The massive amount of stress both he and Jay are under certainly helped it along, yes, but the inciting incident completely escapes him. All he remembers is yelling—no, screaming at Jay, hurling insults at him for being stupid and useless, dragging his feet while Alex was trying his damndest to just not die. Why can’t he just get off his ass and do something?!

The outburst of anger was short lived, but intense. It was as if the years’ worth of animosity that had been slowly piling up, like grains of sand pooling in the bottom of an hourglass one by one, had come crashing down. Old wounds were torn open without warning, gushing crimson and shooting a furious agony through him. Suddenly, he was 17 years old again, wrestling with his feelings and failing to find the impossible balance between Jay and himself and calculus homework and inevitable realizations. 

Suddenly, he was that angry teenage boy again. 

He hates that boy. He’s always hated him. He hated himself then, and he hates the person he used to be now. 

Alex groans in frustration at his own juvenile fury. He rubs his eyes as he huffs a heavy sigh, realizing how truly tired he is now that the anger isn’t pumping through his veins. The moment of him storming out of Jay’s house with one last glare over his shoulder replays over and over again in his mind, poking and prodding at his addled brain with spindly little needles of regret. 

He lets his hands fall limp once again. He lies there, lying flat on his back and looking up at nothing, for at least a few minutes. He’s not really sure why; perhaps something in his subconscious is trying to gain his attention, but is only strong enough to paralyze him with apathy. He doesn’t have the energy to wonder about that sort of thing right now, or address the slowly rising revelation that he is a giant asshole. 

He turns his head to the side, and lays there a few minutes more to debate his next course of action.

“…I should call Jay.” 

The words are painful in his throat. He barely manages to push them out, but it takes just a sliver of the guilty weight off his chest. Not nearly enough, though. 

He rolls his heavy body over to the opposite side, now facing towards his bedside table. He sucks in a deep breath, and it evacuates his chest lazily. The herculean task of reaching out and picking up his phone taunts him. 

Then, as if by some divine miracle, the moment his fingers twitch to life, his phone pings. 

He sits bolt upright, practically scrambling to grab the device off the bedside table. 

Jay must be texting him to talk about what happened; maybe he’ll just apologize and they can brush past it, after all it’s not like this is the first time Alex has had an outburst like that, and really, weren’t both of them at fault for—?

…An unknown number? 

Alex blinked a few times, staring down at the notification in confusion. It didn’t even look like a real phone number, just a random jumble of digits trying its best to imitate one. 

“What the hell…?”

[hiskillingjar]

your girlfriend to dyke posts make me crazy im crawling up the wall i love tjemmm transfem lawlaw... Slobbering... Fat butch strade ... Im going crazy. girlfreak ren.... mwah. Perfection. when u can please Please write more.... you are the only one on this website with such a huge Massive brain for girlfriend to death writings...

YOU ARE SO WELCOME!!!!!!!! this ask got me drooling like a dog thinking about dykes to death, so YES more of them <333

continued lesbicious daddy kink usage ahead and typical btd nastiness. maybe cw for femcel girlfreak misogynycore in ren's too (g-d forbid a woman does anything)

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"Nghh…hah…"

You groaned softly as Law pressed her fingers into your mouth, feeling each worn callous (she'd quit the warehouse weeks ago but her hard-working hands would never go away) rub against your tongue.

The metal of the ring gag was a little painful on your sensitive teeth and the tight leather strap binding it inside your mouth was pulled to its very tightest around your head, but you didn't have the voice to complain about it now.

Especially not now, while you were drooling into her palm.

Lawrence smiled serenely down at you, as beautiful and detached as an angel was to a human being, as you were reduced to a drooling, incoherent mess in front of her. She slowly took her fingers out of your mouth for a moment to look at their hand; not too surprised to find it all dampened with spit.

Then she looked at you again, trying not to smirk.

"…I think someone's enjoying themselves." She murmured quietly, rubbing her fingers together, feeling the sticky wetness of your saliva clinging to her pale skin as it pooled down her wrist and arm and ran down her sleeve.

"Ufff…"

Any potential words came out in a wheeze and a cough, your face flushed with embarrassment as you tried to beg for her mercy with your gaze alone, a mercy you wouldn't come close to receiving.

Lawrence's gaze shifted from her fingers and back to you, and her eyes never left yours once they were there.

"You're a mess…" She said quietly, leaning forward on her knees (her skirt riding higher up, exposing her tight stockings) to where you were bound, your limbs reduced to useless appendages with a severe amount of duct tape, like they had been amputated at the elbow and knee. "I'm honestly not quite sure if I should be turned on or a bit disgusted. Maybe I'm both…"

She brought her palm to her own mouth, then, and your nose wrinkled with silent disgust as she dragged her tongue along the puddle of drool you had left on her palm, moaning wetly at the taste of you as it spilled down her throat.

Law couldn't resist a slightly airy titter at the look of your face, as she drank up your spit and licked her lips as she did it, like she was indulging in a delicious meal.

"Oh," She said, smiling in a cold way that didn't touch her eyes. "I see. I disgust you, don't I?"

You didn't have the chance to react before she leaned in even closer, gripping your shoulders tightly (where your clenched fists were forced to) and bringing her face close to yours. Her tongue trailed along your spread lip, leaving more spit in its wake as it went. You tried to pull back, despite how tightly you were bound, tried to protest or shout out pleas for help, but your gagged lips simply trembled as she dragged her tongue around the gaping maw your mouth had been reduced to.

"Mmm," She moaned, delicately lapping away a string of spittle that joined your lips. "I didn't know you were the type to shy away when someone touches you….I'm sure that wouldn't be an issue if it was anyone else…maybe it's just me you don't like, hm?" She hummed softly, sweetly, eyeing you through her blonde lashes. "Is that it?"

"Upff…" You wheezed, unable to reply in any thoughtful way.

"Do you want to know why I brought you here?" She then asked, her eyes drifting down your bound body, her hand sliding along the collar of your shirt as she tilted her head curiously.

"Hah?" You looked at her beneath your half-lidded, hazy eyes, your toes curling where they had been tied behind you.

"It's because I want you." She said, leaning in to run the bridge of her nose along your trembling jaw, pressing her hand beneath your shirt and feeling the bulky padding of your bra. "I want you so badly…do you want me too?"

"Ah…"

"No, no, you're right, you can't answer that yet." She said slowly, solemnly, with a slight frown as she continued to toy with the collar of your shirt. "So, I know you can probably guess what comes next…right? I've already got you bound…and you're covered in all this drool. We should get you cleaned up."

"Upff…" You grunted in alarm as she stood to her feet and stepped away from your helpless body, her long skirt swishing back down around her ankles, to find a pair of short, pruning shears from her desk of repotted plants and supplies.

Her placid, angelic smile only grew broader as she looked at the shears in her hand and then looked back at you with that same intensely cool gaze.

"Don't worry sweetie, I'm just going to cut away everything cold, that's covering you." She said softly, her voice a gentle and matronly shush. "Just relax. You'll feel much better once I do, I promise. Just try to relax…"

Swallowing hard (the best you could around the metal ring) you stayed as still as you could manage as she slid the cool, metal shears down the front of your shirt and began to cut away the fabric with the sharp snip-snips of metal and shredding cloth

Her breath caught in her throat as the shirt fell off in damp tatters and she saw your bared skin, sticky and wet with drool and spittle.

Law then slowly slid the sheers back up the front of your trembling sternum, all the way up the bottom of your bra, careful to not cut you in the process. She took in what seemed to be a deep breath and gradually cut through both straps of your bra before reaching back to release the hooks keeping the padded cups closed.

You let out a little grunt of discomfort, your cheeks blazing and your head going a little foggy, as your heavy chest sagged downwards and she removed the bra completely from your body, tossing it to the side so that she could see you fully, with no obstructions.

"Do you know how good you look to me right now? How perfect this is…"

Law leaned in slowly again, setting her shears to the side and slowly, gradually, palming her hardened cock through her skirt. She kept her voice as soft and as gentle as possible like she was trying to entice you and not scare you.

Like she was trying to seduce you.

"You're my little doll right now…my little doll that I can do whatever I want with…"

🦊

"What are you up to?"

You rested your chin casually on Ren's slim shoulder as she stared ahead at her computer, backlit by her colour-changing LEDs and the warm glow of her desk lamp, so wrapped up in what was playing on it that she barely even acknowledged you were there.

Ren was weird, in the hot and cold games she liked to play with you.

She went through all the effort of kidnapping you and keeping you in her house, keeping you dependent on her, and yet, she didn't even care enough to pay attention to you when you actually wanted it.

Usually, she would have been ecstatic to have you draping over her, needy and desperate, but not tonight.

"I'm watching a show," She replied a little curly, shrugging you off of her and glaring at you over her shoulder, an eyebrow raised as she tilted his head, her LEDS shifting the a pale blue. "You don't normally hang around my room. What gives?"

"I'm bored, Ren." You complained, just as curtly, toying with the fuzzy point of her fox ear before she swotted at your hand idly. "Is that so wrong?"

"Well, I'm watching this romance anime, so…don't come near me, I need to see this next scene." She said, slightly more aggressively than she probably meant to, and from what you saw, it looked like the episode was nearing its climax.

"Well, what anime are you watching?" You then asked a little tersely, letting out a dejected little huff before sitting on the side of her bed with your arms crossed, watching the screen, feigning interest.

"Shh!" She shushed, sitting forward in her seat, her tail wagging. "This is a very important scene. It's a confession, y'know, the entire show has been building up to this. She just confessed to her!" She muttered under her breath, glancing over at you. "So, can you shut up for a minute?"

"Jesus christ," You mumbled with a slight roll of your eyes and an exasperated chuckle.

"What?" She asked, narrowing her own at you, her ears tipping back, (colours changing to purple).

"Do you realize how much of a NEET you sound? Watching lesbian porn-"

"It's NOT porn-" She interrupted you, raising her voice and pausing the video.

"Whatever," You interrupted back, throwing your hands up. "You're watching pretend girls kiss when you have a real girl half-willing to do shit with you! It's pathetic."

"Well…well," Her cheeks flushed a furious pink in response to what you said and she gritted her sharp teeth angrily, trying her best not to show how much your comment (very obviously) made her blood boil. "Maybe I'd want to do stuff with you too if you weren't such a fucking prude!"

"Excuse me?" You gaped, brows furrowed. "A prude? You're calling me a prude now?!"

"Yeah!" She then stood up with a mean and challenging smile, her ears tipping forward and her tail straight as she stepped closer, intimidating despite her diminutive height. "You really expect me to want to get with you now when it's always you who rejects my advances? You make me sound like a…a," She flounders a little, still red-faced and angry despite her smile. "A disgusting, desperate pervert. No wonder the last boyfriend you had dumped you."

"You are a desperate pervert," You replied through grit teeth, keening back on her bed. "And at least I can date someone. Not kidnap any random girl and hope she learns to like me back."

That was a low blow, you had to admit, but that didn't stop her from replying with a bitter laugh.

"Date someone? Is that what you call settling for guys who probably only want sex from you and will leave you the instant you refuse to do what they say?" She grinned, placing a hand on your bare thigh. "I think you're the pathetic one."

"You sound like an incel," You replied, crossing your arms tighter and frowning (not pulling away as her hand crept higher). "Not a cute look, Ren."

"You know, it's not my fault that no guy wants to stay with you," She replied with a slight tilt of her head, condescending and cruel. "Maybe you should be less bitchy and more compliant."

"Oh, cus that's what you'd want, isn't it?" You replied with a flat look, as her LED lights shifted to pink. "That's why you watch your dumb little, girl's love shows. You want a girlfriend until she starts acting like a person, right?"

"Uh huh," She smirked sardonically without even a touch of shame, her claw toying with the hem of your shorts. "I want a girl to want me back and not complain when I do something she doesn't like. That's what all guys want, too." She scoffed, glancing up at you then and taking your face in her hand, squishing your cheeks and digging her claws into your skin.

"Mph!"

"And really, your looks aren't that bad. I mean sure," She turns your face with a scrutinous look. "You have a face like a mouse…and you have a flat chest. And you're kinda fat, and not even in the cute, cowgirl way." She prodded your chest with her other hand. "But I'm pretty sure if you stopped acting like a prude, a guy might actually like you."

You didn't say anything as she kept a firm grip on your cheeks, turning your face to and fro, not noticing when it started to blaze a bright red.

"Heh, hit a nerve didn't I?" She smirked, bringing her face closer to yours. "Or maybe you should stay with me if you're not going to put in the effort to be a proper girl, hm?"

You made an uncomfortable noise, low at the back of your throat, which made her laugh a mean, yipping, fox-like cackle.

"You know, you're almost cute when you're angry." She joked, before letting go of your cheek and giving it a mean little slap, making you whimper and yelp. "Not that cute, though."

"So, why even keep me here then?" You murmured hotly, eyes flitting to the side and biting your lower lip. "If I'm not even cute, if I'm not what you want…"

"Because you're my property, silly." She said like it was obvious, tilting her head with a wry smile. "Besides, who would care about having my sloppy seconds?"

Your face went a darker red, and you clenched your hands into tight fists in your lap. You couldn't say anything to defend yourself.

Maybe you were the pathetic one after all.

"Yeah, you're really letting me do a number on you. Masochist that you are, hm?" She grinned, her tail wagging a little more. "I can't wait to see what I can get you to do."

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"That's a good girl, my good girl…"

Strade leans in close, her voice dropping to a breathy murmur with a satisfied chuckle, running a hand through your hair as you knelt at her feet (her boots were slightly muddy at the soles, the leather tips scuffed, begging to be looked after) like a well-trained dog.

"You'd be a fantastic little housewife one day, fraulein, I'm sure of it. You're that obedient and eager to serve anyone who raises their voice at you already!" She laughs meanly, ruffling your hair. "For now, though, best to keep you as my little pet plaything, hm?"

"Nghh…" You groan softly as she presses closer to you, her voice low and syrup-sweet, her discomforting warmth radiating off of her and filling you with desire as you tremble and shake despite it. "Uh-huh. Yeah. You should."

She bites her lower lip to hide a broader smile, a hungry groan almost catching in her throat. You can feel the radiating heat in her body, her own desire for you, when she presses even closer, her heavy chest pressing against your bound arms (handcuffed, she didn't have the attention span for anything else), giving away, instantly, that she was not wearing a bra.

You felt your core tighten, with just that little piece of information, coyly eyeing the deep plunge of her cleavage and a dark areola poking out above her low neckline. One of her boots slides between your legs and presses against the front of your panties, and it makes your body tighten further.

"Mmph, god…" She rasps, the hand in your hair turning into an uncomfortable grip as she winds the length of it around her palm and pulls your back straight, rising her leg to press the tip of her boot against the wet patch in your panties as she does so. "Say that again, say you're Daddy's sweet, little plaything…"

It feels good that the obsession is mutual, as she roughly grips your hair, making your scalp tingle and a shot of pleasure run down the length of your spine, and handles you like the plaything she said you were.

"I'm Daddy's little plaything," You say, your voice a little giddy as she holds you tighter, her free hand reaching around to roughly grope your backside. "Mph! I-I love being Daddy's plaything!"

"Yeah, you love it, don't you?" She murmurs hotly, breathing raggedly in your ear as she holds you in a tight grip that makes you almost gasp for air, palming your ass and pulling your face up to meet hers, so you can see her hungry smirk, her deep smile lines, and soft crow's feet. "You love being my little toy, good girl? Du liebst zu dienen, ja?"

You can see a sadistic king of excitement growing in her golden eyes, as her accent grows thick and dangerous, and your cunt is throbbing for it.

"Say you're my toy, say it." She demands, giving your ass a slap before groping your curves some more, pressing more weight between your legs and rubbing your cunt, torturously slow.

"I'm your toy," You gasp with a little shriek, your tone desperate as she growls her pleasure into your neck, as her big hands span your waist, your hips, your thighs, dirty nails digging into your skin, leaving you with marks you would treasure. "Ngh, I'm your toy, Daddy!"

"You're my toy, that's right," She breathes hard, giving you another slap and listening to you yelp. "You're mine. Mine, mine, mine."

"Mmhmm," You whine needily with a dreamy smile as you climb onto her lap with trembling legs (secretly delighted that she let you do it without pushing you away), covering her soft jaw, her neck with hot kisses. You want this, you want her, as much as she wants you and further. "Yours, yours, yours…"

Her hold tightens as she pulls you in, pulling your scarred legs around her full waist. Her fingers detangle into your hair, running down your cheek and your jaw, and her breath is hot against your panting lips.

"You're mine forever." She murmurs, kissing you very quickly. "You belong to me."

Her voice is dripping with obsession, a desire so strong it makes you shiver and you feel like you'll melt right there on top of her before you even get the chance to say anything.

So much for being a plaything.

"Kiss me," You plead softly, holding her jaw in your hands (your handcuffed wrists red raw and bloody), looking down at her like you were looking at your entire fucking world. "Kiss me and love me and take me, just like this…"

Her hands tighten, her grip firm on your cheeks, on your hip, and her parted lips on your neck. Her teeth graze along your throat, nipping and biting and leaving mean little bruises behind, and you can feel her breath hot against your skin.

"I own you," She rasps in a rough whisper as she pulls you in. "I'll love you, in my own special way, but I'll always own you, do you understand that?" "Mmhmm," You nod again, grazing your lips against hers, full and waiting to be kissed. "You own me. I'm yours."

And then she kisses you.

And whatever mind you still had that wanted to hate this dissipates completely.