#but upon closer inspection that thing is huge

[shonen-brainrot]

Dabi brainrot

I can't stop thinking about Dabi, who accidentally rescues you after burning a few guys to ashes in a dark alley. Little did he know they were after you, wanting to hurt you. When the azure flames vanish, you hesitantly peek from the huge trash container you hid behind, and that's when he notices you. You instantly raise your hands in the air, begging him not to hurt you, and after a closer inspection of your face, Dabi mercifully decides to spare your life. As he walks off, you run after him, asking how you can repay him. He tells you to simply "fuck off " and leave him alone. Undeterred, you pull a little notebook from your small purse, jot down your address, and slip it into his palm.

After a week or two, upon returning home to your apartment, you notice it's super cold. Rushing to the living room, you find the windows closed. You remind yourself that you probably left the window open in your bedroom. When you get there, Dabi sits casually on your large bed adorned with a pink quilt and fluffy pillows, inspecting your All Might plushie. It's the very first moment you see him as he is – with all those nasty scars adorning his face, neck, and forearms. He notices you with the corner of his eye and tilts his head, giving you a look; his turquoise eyes seem cold. You don't have to ask how he got into your flat – the window is opened. Instead, you bow deeply and thank him again for saving your life. You tell him you know who he is; you've seen him on national TV as his statement was played. You express that you don't mind him being a villain because you can see past his deeds, and you see he has a "good heart ."

Dabi scoffs at your words, telling you that he can easily get rid of you right here and now.

You respond by stating that you are aware of how mighty his quirk is, and you claim not to be afraid of him at all. This makes him cock his eyebrow a little. Before he scoffs at your words, wanting to call you "stupid" or "idiot," you surprise him by offering tea and a muffin. Truly taken aback, he hesitates. A random girl, who was foolish enough to give HIM her address, now wants to give him sweets and tea. Since it's been a while since he had something sweet, he agrees and follows you to your small living room mixed with a kitchen annex. You serve him muffins and tea, and you sit with him, asking questions about his life and his well-being. You express your willingness to help him if he ever needs something, even though you don't have much to offer. He's not only surprised, but it's also hard for him to process that a civilian, knowing his status, is actually kind to him.

Ever since that day, he visits you frequently. Sometimes you help him with the wounds he gets after another fight, or he just visits you when he feels super low or anxious. Sometimes he sneaks into your room through the windows, and sometimes he's civilized enough to knock on your door. He can't deny the nice feeling he experiences whenever he is close to you. And he changes his opinion of you – he doesn't see you as some stupid chick anymore. No, he thinks you're super sweet, smart, and kind.

The two of you spend time casually chatting, and oh god, it turns out you have tons of topics to discuss. Even though you're quirkless and tend to take the hero's side, you have some similar opinions to his. The thing he likes about you the most is that you hate Endeavor as well. He enjoys sitting on your couch while you lay next to him, reading one of your heavy university books. He likes watching you do some casual things. He likes being close to you.

And sometimes when he sneaks into your room at night, while you're sleeping peacefully, hugging your All Might plushie to your chest, he simply sits there, watching you, or just lays by your side. Even though most of the time you're sweetly unaware he intruded your room, you slowly turn to him, snuggling with his side as he feels super warm and comfy. You don't do this on purpose; it's just some instinct of wanting to be warm at night. And he doesn't mind. He loves the smell of your hair, he loves how smooth your skin is against his, he loves how beautiful you are in your pinkish nightgown, he loves how small you are compared to him. And he can't deny it anymore. He's having a crush or something of the sort. And he doesn't want it to end, ever.

[burrcapts]

Furry Midnight Haul

Nobody really knows how such places come to be, but it typically doesn't take very long before they are noticed by those who had the misfortune of living nearby. Most of the time it starts with people simply having a strange, uneasy feeling if they happen to get too close. But with time, the stories behind them begin to grow and fill with new, frightening details. The locals start whispering about those who went missing after going there on a dare, or just because they did not believe the rumors and had something to prove. Unfortunately for Quinn and Leo, they weren't locals at all and heard no such warnings.

After Leo's gps sent the two of them on a goose chase across the countryside, suggesting an apparently far more optimal and 12,7% faster route that eventually turned out to take them through a good handful of different dirt roads, they somehow ended up in the absolute middle of nowhere. Somehow even despite that the duo was still in a pretty upbeat mood, chatting merrily about the amazing concert they were at earlier that evening. Unfortunately it was already well past midnight and Leo was starting to feel really worn out after all the different excitements of the day so driving much further did not seem like such a great idea.

The closest town on the map was almost an hour away and even then, it was so small that Quinn and Leo doubted they would have found an open motel there anyway. Instead they decided to spend the night in the parking lot of this old truck stop they happened to be passing at the time. It looked abandoned, but most of the lamplights around the property seemed to still be working so they hoped that at least no animals would be disturbing them till morning.

Quinn needed to take a quick leak before bedtime but Leo was so wiped that he wasted next to no time reclining his driver seat all the way back and rolling up some old sweatshirt he found on the backseat for a makeshift pillow. Of course he agreed when Quinn asked him to try and stay awake until he was back in case something were to happen. But it wasn't even a full minute after his friend closed the car door behind himself that he began dozing off.

Quinn was only planning to run behind the building and have a piss there, but as he got closer, he realized that he could see a faint light flickering behind one of the windows. Maybe this place wasn't really as abandoned as they originally thought… Upon closer inspection, he found the door to the public toilet at the side of the building, that's where the light was coming from! 

Much to Quinn's surprise, while not spotlessly clean by any means the bathroom wasn't a complete sty like he would have expected and after taking a small peek, he decided to try going inside, not knowing that nobody had been there in ages. He noticed a bit of a funky, musky aroma in the air, but honestly, that wasn’t a total dealbreaker. He walked up to the stalls and found them in a more than acceptable state as well. Those were going to be useful in case that double sized chili hot dog he got at the last gas station came knocking…

But one thing that caught Quinn's eye in particular had to be graffiti that covered the walls inside the stall. He giggled, wondering if he accidentally stumbled upon some secret gay cruising spot. The drawings were pretty simple and rather crude, depicting numerous beefy, burly men, with big cocks and even bigger beards! Quinn giggled when he noticed just how much care and attention was put into drawing their junk and their body hair, but how little anything else. 

Upon a closer look, it was almost like a comic book of sorts, showing the lives of a pair of particularly hairy, bearded truckers (but really, mostly just the two of them fucking each other and the men they met on the road.) One was drawn almost like a round ball with how huge his gut was and while the other had a pretty hefty potbelly too, someone definitely put the most effort into making his arms look as big and muscular as possible. 

Back in the car, Leo could see those same two arms in a much greater detail. As soon as he'd fallen asleep, he found himself having a very strange dream... In it, he was also reclining in front of the steering wheel in the middle of this same parking lot, only he was inside of a huge semi truck, rather than the old sedan he got from his dad. When he tried to move, Leo realized that he was occupying the body of someone else.

Someone big… really big. Those furry arms he saw waving in front of him were just enormous! He also had a beard, and it must have been really long and bushy because Leo could see its end brushing all across his meaty, ridiculously hairy chest whenever he looked down! He immediately blushed when he realized that wasn't the only thing he could see… This guy's fly was popped wide open with a fully hard, beercan of a cock sticking straight out of it!

And the freakiest thing was that as soon as he saw it, Leo began feeling so damn horny, as if he'd just been beating it off himself… suddenly it was almost getting hard to keep himself from wrapping this furry paw that he now had for a hand around the engorged, leaking piece of meat. Why not give it a few strokes? It wasn't like he was planning on cumming before the huz was back… that thought came so naturally to Leo that it didn't really occur to him to ask who was this ‘huz’ that he was talking about.

The burly trucker whose body Leo was now inhabiting did not like to think too hard about things, especially not when he was this hard and horny himself! If Quinn had still been around, he would have seen Leo squirming in the car seat, moaning pleasurably as the coating of stubble around his mouth began sprouting darker and thicker. But what was going on inside Leo's dream in that same moment was far less tame…

After giving his swollen meat a few timid strokes, he quickly discovered just how good it could feel to jerk off in the body of such a hulking, furry beast of a man. By now he was completely consumed by lust, grunting loud and beating it so hard that his huge, hairy balls were swinging in the air. Leo could actively feel himself growing dumber, but it was impossible to resist all that pleasure. As if this mind, limited to only the horny, brutish thoughts was experiencing them with that much more intensity.

Some of this horniness must have been rubbing off on Quinn because as he continued to study the lewd graffiti, his cock started to tent up in his pants without him noticing. His eyes were so tightly glued to the drawings that he also failed to realize that little by little, the space around him was changing. Paint was losing its vibrant color and peeling off the walls, the white tiles on the floor turning to shades of grey and freely overgrowing with grime. The unwashed smell of sweaty, wild sex was allowed to fill the air, opening the door to numerous, dirty and perverse thoughts that were just waiting for an opportunity to sneak into Quinn's head.

He found himself picturing what those two bearded truckers might have looked like in real life. Somehow not finding it strange at all that his interest was gravitating particularly towards the drawings depicting the most explicit sex scenes. They both had such massive cocks… the one belonging to the beefier trucker was hella thick, but so was the meat of the guy with a huge gut, and it might have been even longer! Quinn let out a moan as his cock started to grow even bigger, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. 

Ugh, why the fuck was he wearing something so damn tight while on the road? It always felt best to ride in nothing but his jock so he could always whip out his cock whenever he got horny and give hubby a hot show… and since the jockstrap was right there, he would always have something around to wipe up all that cum off his belly too! Suddenly Quinn had the perfect image of a blonde, big bellied trucker with an enormous, matted beard pressing a nasty, yellowed jockstrap straight into his face. He grinned and gave it a snort, then, a moment later, Quinn found himself making that exact same sound, his hand tightly squeezing the bulge sprouting from his crotch. 

Fuck yeah, horny manstink always got him so damn hard! Quinn started to lift his other hand towards his face, he felt something between his fingers… its crusty fabric was soaked with so many  old loads that he could already smell it… his ripe, old jockstrap… suddenly Quinn was pushing his face right into it, taking a deep snort as his faint, weekend's worth of stubble started to grow longer and denser. Already making him look like he hadn't shaved in well over a month, and probably hadn't bothered to comb his shaggy mess of beard in about as long too. 

Oh damn, this manly stink was really getting him going! Quinn was in the process of trying to clumsily undo his belt and get ahold of his cock. But fuck, he needed more! His mouth was opening, the tongue sticking out further and further, something was telling him that he just had to give this rank jock a good lick… he could already almost taste those salty, countless loads spilled into it… but then suddenly Quinn opened his eyes, asking himself just what the fuck he was doing?! He tossed the jockstrap against the wall, pushing the stall door open and bolted outside.

Unfortunately for Leo trying to resist the influence of this place was proving to be far more difficult while asleep. Even despite his dwindling intellect, he could tell that this was no ordinary dream. Everything was too real… the inside of this cab, this hulking, beefy body covered in coarse fur, the way it felt when he squeezed this beer can thick cock that constantly dribbled with pre. He had this sudden urge to give it a taste and once he did, he simply couldn't stop! He was such a horny pig! Constantly beating off and huffing his ripe pits.

Leo was still able to tell that the deeper he sank into this lustful frenzy, the harder it was getting to recall ever doing anything else, ever being anything else than this massive, furry trucker! But who cared? He was so fucking hot now! Leo wasn't able to resist tilting the rear view window towards the cabin so he could see more of himself in the reflection. Getting so damn turned on admiring his broad, meaty chest and caressing the enormous beard that was hanging down from his tough, brutish face. 

Back in the real world, Leo's body was moving in that exact, same fashion. Fingers combing through what was now a full beard, densely covering his cheeks while his other hand tugged on his swelling cock. Somehow Leo knew what was happening to him, that his real self was changing to resemble this burly, constantly horny, hirsute beast of a man but he was powerless to do anything about it. Completely trapped inside this horny wet dream and unable to wake up. 

Even his best efforts amounted to little more than making himself shift from side to side in his seat. Except by now, it was a tall and wide driver's seat of a massive semi truck and with every stroke of his cock, Leo was getting closer to filling it completely with his furry bulk. He knew that the only hope he had left was for Quinn to quickly get back and wake him up before it was too late!

Unfortunately for Leo, his friend was going through a major crisis of his own at that same moment when he ran out of the bathroom stall and saw himself in the mirror. He was so unrecognizable that at first Quinn screamed, thinking that someone else was in here with him, but when it finally sank in that he was looking at himself, he was far too freaked out to make even a peep. His puffy face was completely covered in shaggy, matted hair! The only thing that Quinn could think of was that he must have been having some kind of an allergic reaction because the rest of his body was suddenly so swollen that his normally loosely fitting hoodie was ready to burst at the seams.

Quinn was panicking so much that despite having felt the messy hairs against his fingers, he still refused to accept that such a huge beard could have sprouted all around his mouth just like that. He rushed towards the sink, convinced that it was something he could simply wash off. Turning on the rusty tap and splashing his face in such a hurry that it was only when his beard was completely soaked wet, that Quinn got a good whiff of just how badly this water reeked. 

It was so unbelievably ripe and musky, as if someone made a whole bunch of brawny construction workers wipe themselves with only a single towel after their shift, and then wrung it right above his face. Quinn let out a strained groan as he tried to hold his breath, but it was too late, his chest started to swell so rapidly that it felt like he might suffocate if he didn't pull off his hoodie. Only to find a massive, round gut flopping down onto the sink alongside a pair of fat moobs when he did.

It was just immense and it was still swelling larger and covering in thick, sweaty hair right before his eyes. Quinn’s gaze constantly darting back and forth between it and this massive, unkempt mess of a beard that was now cascading down his chest. Quinn had no idea what to do now, he only knew that somehow, watching it all happen was getting him so unbelievably horned up that he was only moments away from tearing his pants open to whip out his rock hard cock and start beating off.

But then it turned out that he won't even have to wait that long. Suddenly a big, muscled arm covered in thick, dark fur appeared on top of his belly, with another one undoing his belt and grabbing his cock from behind.

“Fuck huz, should have told me ya wanted to stick around cruisin’ for some cocksuckers round here, would have joined ya earlier! Or maybe even taken care of that gigantic schlong myself!”

Quinn moaned when he felt the grip tightening around his meat as the visitor's broad, rough fingers began massaging its entire length. He looked up and saw the gruff face of a hulking trucker brute with a beard almost as massive as his own. After a moment and a closer look Quinn recognized him, and of course he fucking did! It was his husband Leo, the horny pig couldn't even wait till he was done having a piss and had already stomped here with his cock out, wanting to fuck! But that was why Quinn loved that bastard so much, the only man he'd ever met who was as much of a horndog as himself! He grinned and pulled down his pants all the way, opening his hairy ass wide and sliding it onto Leo’s thick, throbbing cock.

“Yeah, give it to me you hot fucker! Yer gonna be tasting that load when ya rim my arse at the next stop!!!”

Wait… why was he saying that… Quinn wanted to tell Leo to stop but instead only kep spewing more dirty, perverted things and encouraging him to fuck him harder. God, that felt so damn good, seeing just how much his gut was turning this beefy trucker on! Leo was moaning even louder than he was when he caressed this furry, swelling beach ball with his meaty paws. Inside, Quinn was still desperately trying to tell his friend that he had to stop, but the only thing leaving his mouth was a horny litany of the dirtiest curse words ordering him to keep going until eventually even he was too turned on to talk at all.

Only grunting wildly as he tugged on his big nips and pushed his ass deeper and deeper onto Leo's beer can thick fuckstick. After all those years they've spent on the road together, fucking multiple times per day, they could both tell without fail just how close the other was to blowing his load. And with how loud and savage Leo's groans were getting, Quinn knew that the huz was already on the edge.

“Do it fucker! Blow that load in my… HNNGHHHHH!!!

He couldn't finish before he felt Leo squeezing his cock as hard as he could take it and jerking it rapidly until it began spewing thick globs of prime trucker spunk all over the floor in front of them. Then thrusting his cock as deep up Quinn's ass as he could before he started cumming as well, completely flooding the big bellied bear's insides. As always, the intensity of the orgasm leaving them heaving and panting loudly, completely dripping with sweat. After Leo slid his cock out, Quinn gathered some of the cum still oozing from its tip onto his tongue and pulled his man into a sloppy kiss, already looking forward to finding out just how much better this load was going to taste after marinating inside his hole until the next truck stop.

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[roseadleyn]

Hi! May I get a yandere bertol axios x nonchalant willing reader? Where y/n is not bothered if he's too possessive and instead love him back?

dug this out the very bottom of my askbox,,,, here it is nonnie! a whole year or something later 🫶🏻

RED MEANS I LOVE YOU. || axion vergette

( / fan translation : berzet )

tw : blood, murder, two psychopaths in love ( how cute <3 )

'Axion?' You call upon waking up to an empty bed, tangled within the sheets. It was a little routine between the two of you for him to wake you and kiss you a good morning before he left for his duties, and Axion wasn't one to rise early either, so...

You pad out of bed, his shirt large and comfortable and sweetly familiar with his scent, looking for him in his office, his libraries. Nothing. Then, just as you resign yourself to worry, the huge, oak front doors creak open and your husband and lover walks in and you gasp.

He's covered in blood. Down his shirt, his jaw, his hands coated in the thick, viscous red. His teeth are gritted in irritation, but his eyes are strangely cold. He sighs heavily before his gaze finds you, fixed in place with horror and worry.

'Sweetheart.' His voice is enveloping, warm, but tired. It makes your heart throb with need and want and love. 'Why are you out of bed?'

'That sounds like something I should be asking you,' you object, moving closer to gently inspect his face for injuries, careful and concerned for him. He closes his eyes with a low hum of pleasure at your touch. 'I woke up in bed and you weren't there!'

He sighs again, irritable and weary, drawing you closer, arms tight around your waist, head on your shoulder. 'I was out for important work, darling.'

'I suppose that's why you're covered in blood, then. A massive paper cut.' You never talk back to him, but it just slipped back, and you wince instantly. 'S-sorry.'

He snorts at your snide remark. 'Remember, I don't appreciate that tone, sweetheart. But as I've scared you, I'll tell you. I was not busy with work concerning papers. With work concerning people.'

You draw back, frowning in puzzlement. 'I didn't leave the manor, Axion! I promise.'

'I know you didn't,' he laughed softly. 'Oh, no use in hiding it from you, little minx. I didn't appreciate your butler's... gaze.'

'Wh-what do you mean?' You don't understand him. You don't care about any butler! You don't think you care about anyone other than Axion. If that makes you an awful person, then so be it.

'He was looking so lovingly at you, didn't you notice?' His voice is condescendingly soft. 'All those lingering touches, all those sweet words. He was getting in our way.'

How dare he? Trying to get in your way? If he did harbor his stupid feelings for you he should've cared for your happiness and in turn, known you were happiest with Axion! Ridiculous man.

You curl up to him in his arms. 'He... He's dead, then.'

Axion doesn't answer. He does that, sometimes — if he doesn't want you to know a particular thing. But right now it's useless. You know just how much Axion loves you, but also... how ruthless he could be in that regard. There's no way that man lived.

But whatever. He isn't worth thinking of.

Your husband kisses your temple and carries you upstairs after that, quiet but attentive. You wash the blood off of him, huffing over the particularly stubborn bits, before you drag him to bed. Your heart swells as he settles beside you in your bed, the room glowing with the pale blue and golden shine of dawn, curtains drawn defiantly against the sun. He wraps an arm around your waist, and you sigh blissfully and lean into him.

'I love you.' He whispers softly into the crook of your neck, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

'I love you too,' you say instantly. Because you do. Despite the locks on your door. Despite the guards positioned everywhere around the house. Despite the shackles in the corner of the room, kept 'just in case' (they were just precautions, anyways. He'd never do that to you!). Despite the little flecks of red on his knuckles that you'd missed. Despite the bloody knife lying downstairs to be cleaned.

You do love him. Why wouldn't you?

[nyxyxx]

Godly Desires - Part 1

So yeah this is what I've been working on recently. It's quite short actually but I wanted to post it right now cause I'll be too busy later. It's not fully edited yet but I'll get to that sometime. I. II. III. IV.

As usual this story will contain yandere themes and religious themes so please proceed with caution. (This part itself is fine though.)

"A new place"

-

You wake up in an unfamiliar surrounding, as you try to collect your thoughts. You see very tall trees - taller than ones you've ever seen before. You can faintly hear the sound of rushing water nearby, as well as birds chirping from all around. All of this leads you to believe that you are currently in a forest, though you have no idea how you got here.

You slowly rise from the ground, brushing the dirt off of your person, and as you do, you take notice of the strange shiny object on the ground by your feet. Upon further inspection, it appears to be some fancy mirror-like object, though it could definitely use a cleaning. You put it in your pocket and decided you'd deal with it later.

Looking back up, you see two paths stretch ahead of you. One going forward, and one going backwards. The one going forwards and the one going backwards had no drastic difference, something that would tell you that going one way would be more dangerous than the other. However, the path going backwards was going uphill, and you figured you might as well go forwards then, if just out of laziness.

The more you walked down the path, you noticed the sun was beginning to go down. This wasn't good. You most certainly didn't want to have to spend the night out in this forest, where you had no idea what could happen. So you hurried along the path quicker. If you could get to the water, then you could probably find your way out of the forest.

However, as you got closer to the sound of the water, you noticed other... strange sounds around you. It was hard to explain if what you were hearing was a language being spoken, or just the sound of animals. You hid behind a tree and crept closer, peeking ahead.

There you found...hilichurls...? You were so confused. Were you dreaming, or were there actually hilichurls in front of you? They didn't seem to notice you, as they kept staring towards the beach. Regardless if this was real or not, you realized you had to find a way around them. Should you try and fight them? Well that idea was quickly dismissed, as you had nothing on your person you could use as a weapon, unless you wanted to try attacking them with a stray branch on the ground.

Or you could try to sneak past them? You contemplated what you should do for a while. In the end, you decided the most logical thing to do was to try and sneak past them. You carefully hid behind the hill they were standing on top of, while you crawled on your hands and knees around them. Everything was going well... until you got to the other side of the hill, where you were greeted unexpectedly by a mitachurl.

You stood there in fear. It was huge. Much taller than you, and it held a giant axe in its hands. You stood there in shock for a while, until you noticed that it had spotted you. In fact, it had been staring at you since the beginning. You had the urge to run, to flee, to scream and yell for help - but you didn't move. You found you couldn't get your feet to listen to you. It began to approach closer, and you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Your palms were sweaty, your body was shaking. It stepped closer once more, now directly in front of you.

And then with its giant hand, it reached towards you...and your eyes snapped shut. Oh no, this was it. You were going to die. Fear took over you, but there was something else as well. Something you couldn't decipher. Well, it didn't matter anyway, because you were going to die right now.

That is what you thought until you opened your eyes. In front of you, the mitachurl did not attack you, but instead held out its hand, and offered you...an apple?

-

Part two is in the works and will probably be up maybe tomorrow at earliest.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

rabbit costume + luxe couture miss raven

Because I love the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic and White Rabbit Fest is running in EN right now… 😭 I decided to make a Rabbit Costume for my OC! Figured I’d also do the same for the event running in JP at the same time, Tapis Rouge in the Shaftlands.

Special thanks goes to @peripheralsanity for the super adorable bonus drawing of Miss Raven in her Rabbit Costume 😭 I wanna cram that bunny into my mouth like an Easter marshmallow…

My own doodles are below the cut, along with various design notes 📝

First up, the Rabbit Costume!

It takes a lot of inspiration from Alice herself: the bow in her hair, the dress, the apron. Miss Raven’s Heartslabyul dorm uniform design also pulls inspiration from Alice, so I tried very hard to make this look unique from that!

There’s a lot more bows, frills, and huge, goofy-looking accessories—like the rabbit ears + tail plus the shoes. The outfit also features a lot of pastel checkerboard pattern and shimmery makeup, like what is featured in Deuce’s Rabbit Costume. Upon closer inspection, there’s even more intricacies! Raven’s apron has heart-shaped pockets, the apron’s top has card motifs stitched into it, and the corset belt has a rabbit slowly dressing and then taking up a bugle to play. The transition demonstrates her own adaption to living among non-animals 😅

The rabbit on her skirt, chain, prize ribbon, and earring aren’t the White Rabbit but a cobbled together rabbit that’s missing an eye. The XO Rabbit poses as and stillinvokes the image of the White Rabbit, especially when it’s right next to a pocket watch. It fits Raven, who is someone not “organically” in the world of TWST (since she’s an OC).

I think my favorite part of this design is the super wacky and big hair. You may recognize it from the Hatsune Miku x Cinnamoroll campaign that was popular a while back. The shape reminded me of bunny ears, so I thought it would be nice to incorporate into Raven’s Rabbit Costume.

There’s so many strange things in clock town to observe! Miss Raven would have a fun time hopping around and seeing the sights… documenting them with Ortho, picking out clocks and other souvenirs with Silver, chomping through the local specialties with Epel. Ah, and as for Deuce 🤔 “Your son is trying very hard in his studies, ma’am,” she’d tell Dylla very seriously. “I commend him for his efforts.” (She very tactfully focuses on his improvements and personal growth over the actual numbers he produces.) Students of 1-A gotta look out for each other, right? Deuce fist bumps her behind her back or something to signal his thanks.

Miss Raven isn’t the athletic type, so I don’t think she would run in the relay race with them. (It would be hard to run in that dress anyway.) She can stick on the sidelines and cheer for them…!

Next is the Luxe Couture!

I actually made two variants. One is more inspired by the Fairest Queen’s raven and the other is similar to the SR and R boys’ huntsman-inspired designs.

The first has more of an old-fashioned movie star feel to it… which isn’t really what Vil invited the other students for so it falls outside of canon 😂 I just thought it would be cool to have a more personalized, glamorous fit for Raven.

She has much darker and more excessive eye makeup in this version. A bold, more confident look outside of her usual wheelhouse. Her hair is also curled into her face to resemble feathers, and her bun also has strands spiked up to look like feathers too. The dress itself is also very feathery, forming a train behind her wherever she stomps in her heels. The top of the dress also acts as a feather boa, making her appear larger and more intimidating than she actually is.

If you’re wondering why tiny skull earrings, it’s because the Evil Queen’s raven falls into a skull at one point in the movie 💀 since it’s so taken aback by what it is witnessing… That “wow!” but also somewhat scared feeling is very similar to how Raven feels entering Fairest City, so I wanted to include a skull in some way. If I made the motif too big or too obvious, then it might clash with the whole ensemble so I chose to go with an understated accessory instead.

This look is definitely the most “different” of the group, but I tried to keep some elements in common with the others. For example, Raven still has the lace curtain which appears from where her dress is slit. She also has sheer gloves that have been studded with little white rhinestones. The jewels aren’t as big or colorful as Vil’s, but that’s the point: to not outshine the star. Miss Raven is nothing more than the shadow that clings to its queen 😌

The more group-cohesive outfit is last!

It’s a similar double-breasted beige coat as Jamil’s, but it fans out into a dress + slacks at the bottom and has different sleeves. The puffiness of the sleeves at the shoulder and wrists make her seem large and in-charge! The buttons on her coat are large pearls.

I tried to maintain the huntsman’s color scheme throughout the outfit. Because of this, Raven’s belt is red and the lace in her dress is green. Her boots are similar to hiking boots (just picture them fancier in your head OTL I’m not great at drawing footwear).

We get her forehead in this design!! Her hair is pulled back into a “fancier than usual” ponytail, with her hair bunched into one loop before resuming as a normal ponytail. The clasp she uses is similar to the one Vil wears in his school uniform. Originally, I thought of just shoving an arrow through instead but decided against it since it makes the huntsman theme too obvious. The same reasoning came up when I considered giving Raven a small cocktail hat that looks similar to what the huntsman wore. Her head just looks so naked without something there 😂 but in the end I managed to refrain, and I think that helped the outfit look more clean and elegant.

Raven would be excited to visit Fairest City—it’s the capital of the entertainment industry! Though her main medium is quite different than that of films, she’s always wanted to visit for educational purposes. (Maybe she can learn from the scriptwriters there!) “At least one of you cares to learn,” Vil would tut. The trip’s a little stressful, trapped between Jamil and Azul’s petty remarks at one another and Ace teasing her for being the “odd one out” of the group—but hey, it’s all worth it for the experiences made there! I’d imagine that Raven loves all the pampering they get and all the important people they meet, it makes her feel like a real princess. Everywhere she looks, the streets and stores are shining too! Her raven blood is soaring. “I didn’t realize you had such excitable juniors, Vil,” Eric would chuckle. (“Waaaah, so cool! Like a prince!!” Raven would gush, earning eye rolls from her classmates and a groan from Ace.)

Walking on the red carpet wouldn’t interest her that much; she doesn’t like the attention so she tries hard to just fade behind the others and play support as best she can. Carrying Vil’s things or helping him with his makeup is no problem, just don’t thrust her under the spotlight and all the flashing cameras!

[dragonnyy]

Door 50 Shenanigans

Part 1: Redolence

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x Male Reader Word Count: 1.7k Content: Smut [MDNI] Sebastian's weird anatomy, masturbation, scent kink, heat cycles Summary: Sebastian's in heat again. The scent lingering on the jumpsuit he stole from you is something he thinks he can use to take care of himself - at least for now.

Part 2 on its way soon - AO3 ver.

God damn it. Damn it all.

It was that time of the year again. Sebastian knew. He could clearly tell, with the way an uncomfortable heat pooled in his crotch area. It was an itch that was almost too hard to scratch. It got worse every fall, too, the longer he went without a partner to take care of it with.

He grumbled to himself, gripping tightly onto the table he was hunched over. He gritted his teeth, his third hand languidly pumping fingers in and out of his cunt. By the time he would cum for the third time today, he knew it would only last maybe a few short hours before the painful ache rebounded twice as bad. It was becoming unbearable. He needed more sexual stimulation – it was severely irritating, painful even – a huge problem for him.

The sound of a door opening, followed by multiple footsteps and the chatter of expendables caught him off guard. In a panic, he tried to push his half-revealed cocks back in his hole, wiping his fingers off on his jacket. Quickly buttoning it back up to hide his private area, he then turned around to face the new expendables who would enter his shop.

Sebastian put on a smile as he flicked his light on, clearing his throat as he watched a head pop out of the vent. Upon realizing it was you, his smile became less forced.

“Heeeey, welcome back, you!” He exclaimed, clasping his hands together. You smiled warmly at him, giving him a small wave as 2 other expendables crawled out of the vent behind you. He hoped he seemed at least presentable right now, anxiously fiddling with his unkempt hair.

You stood quietly behind them as they inspected what Sebastian had in stock today – a code breacher, a medkit, a lantern, a hand-cranked flashlight, and a gummy light.

“Aw man, I want the gummy light but I’m broke.” Your fellow expendable pouted as their shoulders dropped, having to spend a revive a few doors down, resulting in them losing all the data they collected. Expendable 2 patted their back reassuringly. “Here, I’ll buy it for you.” They said, smiling as they saw Expendable 1’s face light up like a Christmas tree.

You personally had your eye on the medkit, but you were willing to scavenge whatever they left behind. You had enough data points to purchase most of the things in the shop, deciding to grab a battery as the rest of your trio bickered about what they’d buy.

You sighed, looking down at your suit. It was particularly dirty, drenched in the grime of your own sweat, and torn up by Z-96. You felt pretty uncomfortable in it, and would definitely prefer a suit change right about now, but you couldn’t complain about it at the moment. Sebastian, however, seemed to notice your discomfort.

“Need a new suit?” He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. Your head jerked up, surprised by the offer. You nodded slowly. “Uh, y-yeah. You wouldn’t happen to have any extra, would you…?” You asked nervously, scratching your neck. How adorable you were.

“Suuuuuure.” He answered, almost sounding sarcastic to you, but you realized he wasn’t when he pulled out a crate from the corner of the shop and pried it open. Inside was a handful of Expendable jumpsuits. You weren’t too keen on finding out where these came from.

Sebastian pulled one out with his claw, dangling it in front of you as it unfolded. You could see a few patches on the material, covering up the mistakes of its previous owner.

“Fixed these up myself.” He announced proudly, moving it closer to your face. You reached out to take it from him, holding it in your arms as you smiled up at him. “Thanks, Sebastian.” You smiled at him again, a blush on your face. He smiled back, giving you a thumbs up.

The other 2 Expendables snickered between themselves, preparing to tease you for it as soon as you would all leave the shop to continue your run. As they left through the vent, you were about to follow behind, having grabbed what you needed, before Sebastian’s voice stopped you.

“Ahh.. wait. You wouldn’t mind, err, changing in here, would you?” You stopped in your tracks, turning your head to him. “I just want the suit you have, that’s all. Don’t worry, I won’t peek.” Sebastian covered his eyes — his third one as well — with his hands, still facing you to give you enough light to see.

You indulged his request, seeing why not. Unbothered by his presence, you unclipped your diving gear, unzipping your current jumpsuit and stepping out of it. Grabbing the new one you left on the floor, you fit your body through the arms and legs, fitting into it perfectly. It wasn’t properly cleaned, but it was cleaner for sure, and that was enough for you.

“Here you go,” you held your old jumpsuit in your hand, lending it to Sebastian. He uncovered his eyes, smiling down at you. “Thank you. Come back soon, friend.”

You smiled dumbly to yourself as you crawled out of the vent, your friends complaining to you about the ‘special treatment’ you got. Did Sebastian treat anyone else like that, or just you?

—

Sebastian groaned to himself, feeling the pulsing heat take its place in his groin yet again. He leaned back against the wall behind him, face hot with embarrassment. His tail strewed itself about the room as if it had a mind of its own, his fins twitching from the suspense of stimulation. Fuck, he really had to do something about this.

His eyes drifted to the form of your discarded wetsuit, folded messily on the desk next to him. A thought came to mind – your aroma was emanating off of it, he could smell it from where he was sitting. It practically called his name, smelling unpleasant but alluring at the same time.

…Hm. There was something he could do with that, wasn’t there?

Hastily, he removed the SCRAMBLER from his back, setting it down safely in the corner of the room. Unbuttoning his coat, his scarf unraveled from his neck, both articles being tossed onto the floor. Unclipping the straps and equipment attached to him, he threw it into another tangled mess on the stone cold ground that he would deal with later.

Pushing a crate in front of the vent entrance to prevent any stray expendables from wandering in whilst the store was closed, he grabbed your dirty jumpsuit within his right claws, crumpling it up between his fingers. He cursed himself for this, but this would definitely help with the issue a bit more. Your scent would give him more scenarios he could get off to. You were just so sweet to him – he couldn’t help himself.

Lowering himself horizontal on the floor, his tail lifted in an arch, a hand sliding down. It found his first slit, reaching two digits inside and easing out his cocks. A sigh of alleviation left his mouth. He was going to hell for this, wasn’t he?

It’s not like hell would be much different from down here anyway. Pressing the bunched up cloth up to his nostrils and taking a whiff, his eyelids softened. Most of his senses were amplified by the DNA infused within him, and his sense of smell was no exception.

He could smell everything on the worn cloth. Your sweat, your blood, your body odor… It was just so unapologetically you, and he was totally getting off to it. His cocks stood erect at the thought of you behind him, hauling his tail over your shoulder like it was nothing, rutting into him like a toy.

Before he knew it, a third hand slid down to rub his slit, the other one being utilised to stroke himself. Pathetic whimpers were muffled by the suit, pressed up against his snout as he got himself off to the thought of you. Every single obscene or lewd thought he pushed down, he’d let loose now.

He imagined the two thick fingers working him out to be your cock, thick and meaty, filling him up in every perfect way he needed it. His aching cocks swelled needily at the thought, pumping his hand fast against it. He bit into the fabric of your diving suit, using it as a muffle, trying hard not to make more noise than he already was. If only you could hear him now, how pathetic and needy he sounded, moaning like he was nothing but a bitch to be relentlessly used. What a dirty little pervert he was, making himself cum to the thought and even scent of you.

The thought of you whispering words to him – demeaning or adoring, he didn’t care – as you plowed him from behind drove him crazy. He gripped harder onto the material, moving both his hands swiftly now. God, he was so sensitive. He could already feel his climax approaching fast.

His eyes shut tight as his hands rushed him to the finish, rambling incoherent words that not even he could decipher from his mind, but he didn’t care – he wanted to cum.

Hot liquid dripped from both his cunt and cocks onto the dense ground, his light flickering intensely as his tail thrashed behind him, knocking into a few objects. His mind went blank, panting heavily into the now saliva drenched material of your wetsuit.

As he recovered from his high, still panting, he pried the jumpsuit out of his mouth, now damp and covered in his own slobber. He grimaced, tossing it to the side for the time being. A sigh of relief escaped him as he lifted himself off the ground, his penises slowly retracting back into their hide.

The itch was gone, for now, but he knew it would just come back twice as worse. He needed something more to properly satisfy his needs. He needed you.

Sebastian thinks he might have had an idea, right there and then.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 5

Prompt: domestic fluff

Rated: G

CW: one slight mention of PTSD

Tags: Post Vecna; everybody lives; pining; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Christmas

It's starting to snow by the time Steve gets home, white flakes floating in the headlights of the beemer like balls of cotton. It crunches under his feet as he sloshes towards the front door. 

Even with Christmas more than two weeks away, they've been swamped with customers lately, the cold wind and unending snowfalls luring people inside. Now, away from the buzz, the world seems quiet. Peaceful, covered under its white blanket. 

Except Steve still hasn't learned to trust that peace. Even after more than a year, even with El assuring them time and again that it's over, they've won, … he still flinches at sounds in the night, looks for escape routes and things to fashion into weapons when entering a room. He isn't sure he'll ever stop.

He shakes his head to chase away the thoughts as he scales the steps to the front porch. He isn’t sure where they're coming from. Probably a combination of stress and the looming depression that always hangs over him at Christmas time, when all of his friends are with their families and he's left in this big, empty house, alone. He’ll take a shower, heat a microwave meal, and see what's on TV, that will-

The front door is unlocked. 

He's certain he turned the key not once, but twice before he left. 

Steve slides into the dark entrance hall on silent feet. He passes the umbrella stand, eyes scanning his surroundings, and his hand finds the hilt of the nail bat. There's a creak from overhead, like feet on floorboards. 

The attic. 

The hatch is gaping open as he creeps upstairs, the foldout ladder down. 

He holds his breath and inches his way upwards, rung by rung, bat clutched in one white-knuckled hand. 

"Hello, Steven," growls a voice, and he abruptly comes face-to-face with a grimace full of too-large teeth. 

Steve yelps, slips on the ladder, and goes sprawling on his ass. The nail bat rolls off into the shadows. 

"Oh, shit!" Another face appears behind the monster. One haloed in a mane of dark curls and crowned by a fuzzy Santa hat. "You okay, man?" 

"Fuck," Steve curses, clambering to his feet and rubbing at his sore butt. "Eddie? What are you doing up there?" 

Eddie rolls his eyes and flashes him a toothy grin. It tugs at the scar on his jaw, the one he claims looks totally metal but hides under his hair most of the time. The one that Steve wants to map with his lips.

"Picking up that drill Wayne wanted to borrow. Told you I'd swing by after my shift at the garage." 

Steve settles down on the dusty floorboards and frowns. "Wasn't that at noon or something?" 

Like he doesn’t know. Like he hasn't memorized all of Eddie’s shifts. Only stopped dropping him off and picking him up every day because Eddie told him to stop. No satanic panic mobs left, no need for a bodyguard.

Eddie cocks his head in confusion and glances at his watch. "Why, what time is i- … whoops. Guess I got side-tracked." 

He shakes the monster- which, upon closer inspection, turns out to be a life-sized nutcracker. Its red-cheeked, too-wide smile mocks him and Steve just barely manages to not flip it off. 

Instead, he looks over the cardboard boxes around Eddie, all in various states of unpacked-ness. String lights coiled in thick tangles, dusty elves and reindeer and sugar canes. 

"Dude," Eddie says. He's pulled several colorful baubles from somewhere and is looping the strings over his ears. It looks ridiculous. It looks adorable.  "You never told me you're hiding Santa's village up here." 

"Didn’t even know we still had this," Steve mumbles, pulling the nearest box closer. It contains the huge neon letters spelling MERRY XMAS. "It's been forever since we got them out. Way before-"

He trails off. The words hang unspoken in the stale air. 

"I always wanted this, y’know?" Eddie says. His fingers are tracing Rudolph's shiny nose. "The whole shebang with the lights and the decorations and the music. Only so much you can do at the trailer." 

Steve hums vaguely, watches the way Eddie’s eyes crinkle, how the tip of the Santa hat flops into his face, and represses the urge to brush it back, trace those dimples with the pads of his thumbs. 

Eddie is looking at him with big, expectant cow eyes. 

"Huh?" 

"I said," Eddie repeats, sways into his space. "We should totally do it. Get all this stuff out. The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana." 

Steve bites back a laugh, ignores how his stomach flutters at Eddie’s huge, excited grin. 

"I dunno. Sounds like a lot of work for just me." 

"Yeah, about that …" Eddie’s smile dims and his gaze drops. "I've been meaning to ask …" 

He starts to pick at his cuticles, so Steve habitually reaches for one of his hands to stop him. 

"Ask what?" 

Eddie sucks in a breath, and the next words rush out on the exhale, all at once. 

"So Wayne sort of took the holiday shifts because a guy got sick, so it'll just be me, and I thought …since you'll also be … alone, y'know, maybe we could …" 

"Eds," Steve says. The flutter in his stomach is turning into a hurricane. "Are you asking if I wanna spend Christmas together?" 

"What? Nah!" Eddie winks at him. "As if you'd deny me, please! I'm asking if we can get your ridiculous light show out." 

Steve snorts a laugh, chest warm and tingly and bright. "What, all of it?" 

"Hell yes, all of it," Eddie throws his head back and cackles, almost losing the hat. "It's gonna be our year, big boy!" 

They stay up in the attic for a long time, bickering and joking and unpacking boxes upon boxes of sparkly decor. Outside, the snow continues to fall. 

Steve hopes they'll get a white Christmas. 

Part 2

All of my holiday drabbles

[wonily]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🏹﹕lover boys!

♡ — valentine's day with enhypen

warnings : the most atrocious terms of endearment

[ lily’s rambles : v-day repost! my next few works will be reposts while i work on new ones! ]

other members under the cut!

희승 𓄹 ࣪˖ heeseung

ohmygosh he’d take you to a cute little café to enjoy a nice brunch with you !! he’s always been a pretty casual guy so he won’t make a huge deal out of valentine’s day but would still want you to feel special.

would probably take you around the block for a stroll and holds your hand the whole time because he’s just so happy to be with you, enjoying each other’s presence.

heeseung watched you adoringly, his hands clasped with yours as he swung your arms back and forth. you, on the other hand, marveled at your surroundings, never having explored the neighborhood as much as you would have wanted.

he sighed happily, a smile adorning his face and all he could do was look at the sky and wish on the sun, moon, and all the stars that this beautiful love and happiness would last for all eternity and beyond.

제이 𓄹 ࣪˖ jay

jay would start your day with a cute breakfast in bed :< he’d sit on the edge of your bed and insist on feeding you because he wants everything to be special for you.

gifts you an assorted bouquet of all your favorite flowers with a long, handwritten letter wherein he pours his heart out to you and it most definitely brings tears to your eyes because he’s so sweet.

“my dear yn, you will have to forgive me for saying this but i did not fall in love with you, for falling in love makes it sound like i had no choice but to love you. but i chose to love you, with all my heart, i walked into our love with open arms and it is, therefore, that i want you to know how much i truly love and adore you. since the day i have met you, i found solace and warmth in your presence and happiness at the mere thought of you. even as i am writing this letter, i cannot keep a smile from my face for i love you so much and i promise to love you forever, regardless of any circumstances. yours forever and longer, jay.”

제이크 𓄹 ࣪˖ jake

first things first, he gives you beaded charm bracelet that he made just for you <3 he’s got the biggest smile on his face and he just lights up when you put it on oh my gosh he’s so proud of that bracelet because he also made one for himself and now you get to match all the time :((

i’m not going to lie, jake seems like the type to sprawl on the couch and cuddle you most of the day while you watch as many movies as possible except he’s mostly just telling you he loves you but !! when night falls, he takes you out to this fancy dinner and spoils you with everything you want and refuses to even hear your protesting because you deserve it all :&lt;

“i made a bracelet for you!” jake’s eyes lit up as he handed you a bracelet with all the beads in your favorite colors and little dangly charms that represented everything you liked. you wasted no time in strapping it onto your wrist right when he shows you another one, almost like yours.

upon closer inspection, you realize that your bracelets have a single matching charm– a heart– and jake grins happily at you. “now i can carry your heart everywhere i go and you can have mine everywhere you go!”

성훈 𓄹 ࣪˖ sunghoon

doesn’t really have a plan going into valentine’s day because he’d rather do whatever you wanted to do. it’s a day to celebrate love so he very much wants to celebrate you :&lt;

but!! not having a plan doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a gift for you!! he got you a custom made music box :( and there’s little figures going ice skating just like you did on your first date :( and when you turn the music box dial, it plays your favorite song :((

you stare at the music box in your hand, observing it silently, eyes shining with wonder. and then, you turn the dial on the side and a familiarly sweet tune emanates from the box, the figurines on top spinning around in an ice skating waltz.

“do you like it?” sunghoon asks quietly, watching you intently. your lack of a reaction worries him and he can’t help but fret over whether you liked the gift or not but when you squeal and fly to hug him, he lets out a breathy chuckle and swears his face hurts from smiling.

선우 𓄹 ࣪˖ sunoo

he would so totally bake cookies with you :< just imagine piping pink frosting onto the heart-shaped cookies you baked together and decorating them with sugary sprinkles.

cuddles up with you on your couch, the both of you all wrapped in the biggest blanket he can find, watching a movie and munching on your cookies :( and then his head just naturally falls onto your shoulder and he’s just staring up at you, admiring you silently throughout the rest of the movie.

“you’re so pretty,” sunoo mumbled, peering up at you absentmindedly. he poked your cheeks gently, squishing them between his hands to pucker his lips and kissed you sweetly.

you felt your cheeks heat up and you hid your face behind your hands. warmth spread throughout your body, butterflies swarming in your tummy but sunoo only cooed, fluttering kisses over your face and hands.

정원 𓄹 ࣪˖ jungwon

he takes you on an picnic ^^ he makes sure to get to the park first and set everything up so everything’s just right when you get there and the moment you’re in sight, his face lights up with the biggest smile ever.

the lunch basket is packed with all of your favorites and he’s so proud of himself when you tell him everything was delicious awee :( and you would probably watch as the sky turns yellow and orange and red, just enjoying this beautiful time together.

your head lay comfortably on jungwon’s shoulder and you looked up at him with a gentle gaze. a warm shade of orange danced lightly over his face and when he met your eyes, his gaze reflected your own.

he leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose and he offered you a soft smile. pulling you closer, he whispered quietly in your ear, “happy valentine’s day, rainbow.”

니키 𓄹 ࣪˖ ni-ki

oh gosh, the inner artist cheolsoo comes out on valentine’s day. he’s all proud as he gifts you a sketchbook filled with little sketches and paintings he’s done of you, with cute notes written around them like “first date ^^” next to a sketch of you on your first date.

he wants to take so, so, so many pictures with you, he’s so precious :( wears his fluffiest, warmest hoodie so that you cling to him and his heart bursts whenever he feels your arms wrap around him :( it’s more of a lazy day-in and he takes lots of candid photographs of you as a gift for the next year :(

“bun?” you hummed, craning your neck to peek up at your boyfriend, who leaned up ever so slightly to nuzzle his nose against yours.

he pulled away with a loose grin sprawled over his face and shook his head, “nothing, i just wanted to look at you.”

[son1c]

I haven't watched Dungeon Meshi yet, but uh... I found out how Falin becomes a chimera. So... Did the same thing happen to Chimera Sonic? Or do you have a different take for that?

heh. i mean, it's different in the sense that he was specifically targeted instead of falin just kind of... wrong-place-wrong-time'ing it.

basically, what i'm thinking for this crossover is sonic gets transported back to the world of satbk. only this time, tails is with him! the knights are excited to see sonic again, and tails ribs him about how they keep calling him their "king". like, what's THAT all about?

there's about a day where... nothing particularly menacing happens. so tails is able to be introduced to the world and the knights and etc. but sonic is a little tense because he doubts he was brought back here for no reason. after all, the last time he came here, the world was under attack by a scheming she-wizard!

speaking of which... where is she? sonic asks about merlina, but no one's seen her since the last time he was in camelot.

then, shit gets crazy. the town is under attack by a huge red dragon! at least, everyone THINKS it's a huge red dragon, but upon closer inspection, it's actually falin. and she's here for sonic. (not that anyone KNOWS that; but she does end up carrying him off after a brutal fight.)

thanks to sonic's quickness and strength, he managed to keep falin from killing anyone other than himself. the castle architecture has certainly seen better days, but it can be rebuilt. now, tails and the knights have to figure out what the hell just happened and how they're gonna get sonic back!

[palesweetscherryblossom]

I feel more healthy, domestic family stuff. Also hoping to brighten up your mood a bit. So here is some:

Dabi gave a hum as he opened the door to the hideout after robbing another store for supplies. Along the most important essentials, he also got some small and colorful marshmallows as well as a little stingray plushie. When his eyes gazed upon his little toddler, he couldn't help but smile.

The kid was sitting on the couch as they held tightly onto their shark plushie while leaning against Tomura. The man, the leader, known as a cruel monster, had an arm around the little child as the two watched some ocean documentary. He even wore his gloves to be extra sure not to hurt the child.

When he stepped into the living room with the half destroyed couches, Tomura looked up at him. He gave a small greeting nod as he didn't want to interrupt the narrator talking about fish. He moved his arm to grab the remote to pause the DVD so that Dabi can have some quality time with the kid.

The bright blue eyes of the toddler moved around when Tomura moved his arm, almost confused at first but not when they heard a familiar voice calling out for them. Their head darted around as they jumped to their feet and sprinted over to Dabi on the couch. The man smiled as he placed the bag down quickly to catch the little ball of energy. As soon as he caught them, they snuggled into his chest. "Warm Papa." Came from below his head, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I am warm." He went to sit down on the couch as well.

Tomura watched the two for a second before he hummed, "So? How successful were you today?" He asked as his eyes inspected the bag. Without hesitation Dabi took the bag and lifted it on the couch so that Tomura could inspect his success. But he, of course, took the little stingray plushie out first. "Come here," he smiled as he adjusted the toddler in his lap. He had taken off his coat and now wrapped it around them.

Their bright eyes moved to Dabi, and the man couldn't help but smile more. They were so adorable and small. "I got something for you," he cooed as his one hand toyed with the plushie behind their back. The way their eyes lit up made the whole run absolutely worth it. "What is it?" They asked as they scooted around a bit from excitement. The other villain couldn't help but look up from his task as he observed the two. It would be hard not to admit that it touched his heart. To know that a cruel villain could burn hundreds with ease now sitting on a couch and smiling like an idiot to give their spoiled toddler a present. It was nice in a way.

The ravenette chuckled as he revealed the black stingray plushie with white dots on it. It looked small when he held it, but when the child had taken it with a huge smile and pressed it against their chest...it looked quite big. It was adorable. His now free hand went over the part of the jacket that had their back under it. "You are welcome," he smiled at the child. "Thank you! Thank you!" Came with a high voice in return before the little one cuddled against Dabi's chest. The man hummed as he adjusted the jacket to cover everything but their wild, untamable hair. "There you go,"

Tomura couldn't help but give a small hum as well as a chuckle. "Such a badass villain, and now cuddling with a toddler on the couch." He teased the man like he always did. "Don't you dare act like you aren't jealous." He snickered as he moved a bit closer. The other turned on the documentary again, and instantly, the toddler turned towards the TV to watch it again with big eyes, absorbing all the information like a sponge to later tell everyone.

Dabi turned his head towards the other as he whispered. "How are things going?" He didn't want the little one to be involved in the adult stuff. So he and Tomura just exchanged information as they whispered it to one another. A calm atmosphere formed around the couches, and soon, the rest joined them. Even if Iguchi and Toga were doing their own things, they were still there as they snuck small glances at the little child. Mr. Compress practiced card tricks that he would show both Twice and the little toddler. It was always nice to watch their eyes get bigger as they clapped their hands and asked for the magic trick to be repeated.

But soon, the clock strikes two, which meant it was time for the toddler's nap. And like every other toddler, they immediately protested as they were in Dabi's arms and now carried away from the couch. "I can still stay awake. I am -yawn- not even that tired." They moved their little limbs in protest, which just made the plushies fall to the floor. Tomura gave a hum as he picked the shark and stingray up, but when the toddler tried to grab them with their extended hand, he took a step back. "You will get them when you are in bed."

The toddler could say nothing to that as they just held onto Dabi while being carried to their room. Inside their room were shelves filled with books as well as some ocean animal toys. But the most impressive was their bed. A mosquito net had been modified with stars as it wrapped around the upper part of the bed. And the whole bed was filled with small pillows and plushies. Along sharks were fish, whales, stingrays, crabs dolphins and eels, but mostly colorful tropical fish that he was sure the child could all name accordingly. When the child was sitting in the bed, they were about to protest again, but when they got their plushies, they instantly complied and got changed into their pajama. Tomura helped them adjust the net or curtain as they called it while Dabi folded the clothes and placed them in the child's wardrobe.

When Tomura heard the other come closer, he moved away and to the door as he watched the two whisper to one another as Dabi adjusted the blue blanket with ocean animals on it. "Sleep well, okay? I'll have some snacks ready when you wake up." He whispered as he kissed their head. The child looked at him. "Warm Papa." They whispered as they held onto his arm. "I know, my deep sea treasure." He replied with a soft smile on his lips. To know that his dangerous body and mind could protect and hold something so fragile and soft...was a feeling certainly. It was a great one on top of that.

"Papa?" He was thrown out of his thoughts and gave a small smile. "Yes?" He brushed through their hair and adjusted it around their little roundish face. "Can I have other Papa as well?" The man froze up for a second as he had to fight a small blush on his face. He was damn lucky that half of his face was burned away. "Yeah....let.. let me get him." He almost stumbled over his words as he moved away. When he was still in the dim room, he spoke to the other. "They want to talk to you." He pointed at the bed. At first, Tomura was surprised, but then he gave a nod as he walked over to the bed as well. "What do you need, you little rascal?" He gave an amused chuckle.

"Goodnight kiss. Papa gave me one already. Now, other Papa has to give one, too." They whispered, which had an immediate effect as Tomura felt his face heat up. He wasn't able to speak for a moment as his gloved hands held tightly onto the bed...Damm he was glad that the room was dim. "Y..yeah, sure." He whispered and leaned down very carefully to give them a kiss on the forehead. The child could almost not feel it at how careful the man was. When he moved away they gave a small hum. "Goodnight." They whispered and cuddled up with their plushie.

What the two now flustered men couldn't see when they left the room was a devious little grin on the child's face.

Au with toddler reader where Tomura and Dabi are so heavily pinning that the league thinks they are already in a relationship but their oblivious asses are not. And the kid is playing cupid by trying to make the two get together but in a weird way. Like they use the sea animal tactics of mating. Like yeah, a shiny rock and a nice looking bed for Tomura will definitely work because it works for pufferfish.

Awww, this is so adorable!

Reader Chan being interested in the ocean is honestly really neat! I imagine Toga took them to an aquarium once while the rest of the LOV were fucking with the heroes.

Also, Hawks trying to butt in and Dabi holds up Reader, saying: “You gotta get the squirt’s approval”

Reader responds with biting Hawk’ on the leg and refusing to let go

[vashsmunch]

Nico NSFW

Wolfwood x GN! Reader (MINORS DNI!)

Synopsis: uhh shapeshifting Spanish wolfman grrr woof woof

Tags: 7.3k words, sort of hurt/comfort(?), slight electrical play, orgasm denial (not really), mention of blood, praise kink, oral, fingering, voyeurism (not really), emotional sex, PORN

A/N: okay, so this is the LONGEST thing i've ever written. like ever LMAO :') i've also never written ww before so please lemme know if i need to change the characterization! and yes he speaks spanish, he's a dog that suddenly speaks spanish don't question it

dedicated to bee, jackson and alexa

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"Mi tesero... please..."

You froze in the front doorway as the words rang throughout the house. More like a plea? Your mind spun with a million thoughts, and none of them could have explained that sound just then.

The day had been pretty mundane, at least until you heard that noise just then. You had left your new puppy alone in his crate so you could go out to run errands, just picking up groceries, a couple of treats, and other things. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach as your thoughts ran to the worst, and you couldn't help but curse yourself for being careless. God, what if he had hurt himself?

When you first adopted him, he was very apprehensive, snapping and snarling at you every time you got close. Hostile might be a better word, considering how he had almost bitten off your hands more than once. He wouldn't sleep around you either, and it was only when you were out did he collapsed from exhaustion. 

Honestly, this behavior wasn't shocking considering the place he came from. When you stepped foot into the shelter, the first thing you noticed was the smell. The place was musty in every sense of the word, and you couldn't help but wrinkle your nose when you saw the owner. He was unshaven, unkempt, and looked as if vacuum dust had been personified into a man. 

As he took you to the back where all the animals were held, your heart broke into tiny pieces. Lining the walls were dozens of cramped and dirty crates, each of them housing a different dog. One thing they all had in common was their appearance: matted fur, sunken faces, and dull eyes. You had to avert your eyes from their tired gazes, fearing that you might break down entirely if you looked too closely. The owner's words flew in and out of your ear as you kept your eyes trained on the floor, walking until you felt something ground you to your spot. You looked up and to your right to see a huge puppy, an insanely large one at that. He had long black fur and a piercing stare, it was intimidating, to say the least. Upon closer inspection, you saw that he had scars branding the length of his body, and they looked like crucifixes. 

What kind of religious Catholic fucks…

You took a step closer and he immediately tensed up, growling loudly. His eyes were filled with pure hatred, and you couldn't tell if it was towards you, the owner, or both of you. You were kind of glad metal bars were keeping the two of you divided, the chances of him lunging forward and attacking you were high. 

The owner's eyes glanced over to you transfixed, and he let out a heavy and somewhat irritated sigh. "Ah, him. Don't bother, he's a lost cause. The last owners gave him in pretty bad shape, and he don't trust anyone now."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he said this, knowing that the conditions the poor puppy was in weren't helping. Anything would be miserable in a dump like that. 

As the rather pessimistic tour resumed, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander back to that dog. Were the odds of him mutilating you to the bone high? Yes. But were you also ready to take that chance? The answer was clear. You stopped the owner in his tracks, pointing back at the puppy's cage.

"I want him." 

He gave you a rather incredulous look, then shrugged as if he could give less of a damn. "Your funeral, buddy."

It had taken weeks to carefully break down his walls piece by piece, and slowly he grew to understand you weren't a threat. The way he'd lay next to you on the couch and nuzzle your hand to get you to pet him, made your heart thrum and ache all at the same time. Who had hurt him so badly? Your hand would run through his soft black fur, caressing his ears and a soft laugh left your lips as his tail thumped onto the sofa pillows. Sometimes, he'd wait for you by the door when you stepped out for just a moment, either to talk to neighbors or grab the mail. When you came back, his black eyes lit up with a brightness that you had only prayed for when you first took him home. It was that day you made a promise to yourself; No matter what the case was, you'd never do the same to him. 

With that in mind, you raced through the house, almost slipping on the steps in the stairwell in your hurry. "Wolfwood? Baby?" As you got closer to your bedroom, you heard a sound that turned your feelings from anxiety to confusion, then to complete and utter ruin. 

There were moans. There was moaning coming from inside the room. Heavy panting, sounds of your bed frame creaking, and little whimpers of your name. 

“God... fuck... FUCK."

You jumped as a yell rang out past the door, the voice sounding desperate and needy. It was followed by a broken whine, and it was only then that you realized what the voice sounded like.

It couldn't be. Could it..?

To soothe your curiosity, and out of pure worry for your beloved pet, you cracked the door open to look inside. You couldn't help the way your eyes bugged out as you were greeted with a scene that you weren't expecting in the slightest. A dark-haired tanned man was sitting on the edge of your bed, hunched over as he fisted his cock with a piece of fabric. The cries and curses that spilled from his lips had your knees weak, and this would've been all fine and dandy if it weren't for the fact that a MAN was in your bedroom. Realization came to you as you stumbled back a bit, as you finally understood the gravity of the situation. There was a stranger (a handsome stranger) in your bedroom, leaving no indication as to how he got into your house, and even less as to why he was jerking off. In your ROOM. 

You stood there flabbergasted as the grunts continued, each one making you grow even more aroused to your dismay. Was this some kind of sick fantasy you didn't realize you had until now? Whatever. Composing yourself, you took some steps closer to press your face against the crack of the door again, determined to take a closer look at him. For whatever you knew, this could be some sick maniac freak hellbent on killing you. That would explain how he had gotten into your apartment without triggering the alarm system. As your eyes glanced around the room, you noticed the little details you hadn't before. The bed sheets were absolutely trashed, messed up with rips all over them, and your dresser drawers were opened, looking like they had been rummaged through. There was a suspicious-looking puddle of white liquid on the floor, and you didn't even want to think about the possibilities of what that could be. Your eyes flickered back to the man, and you felt your heart stop. Was that…

There's no way.

That was YOUR underwear. That was your fucking underwear he was jerking himself off with. 

Before you could let out an earth-shattering shriek because of the pure terror the scene had let wash over your body, you took a closer look at his chest. It was then that you froze. There were two crucifix scars branded onto the skin, almost like they had been seared on with a fiery iron. Each one ran down the length of his torso and stomach starting from his nipple, and the pale flesh was a stark contrast to the melanin he possessed. As you stared some more, it occurred to you that they seemed familiar. Almost too familiar. And that's when it hit you: that was Wolfwood. You weren't sure how, and you couldn't even begin to rationalize it in your brain, but that was him. You could just feel it. That was your puppy, turned into a fully grown adult man, and that man was fucking himself with your underwear. 

Suddenly, you slipped through the door, and you lost your balance. You fell to the floor, and you kept your gaze fixed on the ground as complete horror struck your body again. There was pin-drop silence in the room, and you couldn't even bring yourself to look up at him. No matter what the case, you had been spying on him masturbating. The thought in itself sounded so unlike you, but that's how it was. And now you couldn't help the sweat that beaded on the edge of your forehead, completely dreading what happened next.

Out of the corner of your view, there was a flash of black before your back hit the floor with a dull thud. You blinked your eyes open to see dark brown irises staring into your very soul, as a tight pressure formed on your wrists. It took you a few seconds to register that the man had you pinned on the ground, his body hovering over yours. His very NAKED body, hovering over yours. Before you even got the chance to become embarrassed, a low growl left his lips.

"Dulce pecadora... You were gone for way too fucking long." Wolfwood started nipping and licking at your neck, each long stroke of his tongue sending full-body shivers down your spine. He tugged at your head to give him more access to your skin as he started to roam his hands down the length of your body before his hands settled on your hips. 

You hissed softly, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you before you pushed him away, panting. "Wait... Wolfwood, wait." 

He let out an impatient huff as he sat back on his heels, and it was only then that you noticed his tail wagging back and forth. You hadn't realized the fact that he still had his tail and ears, as well as his abnormally long claws. They dug into the flesh of his thigh as he stared at you annoyed, his throbbing cock slapping against his navel. It was freakishly big (just like the rest of him) and you pulled your eyes away to meet his gaze. "Explain."

"What is there to explain?" Wolfwood rolled his eyes, seeming to get more irritated by the second, and you didn't even know why. 

“I don't know, maybe the fact that I had a dog, and now a grown-ass man is masturbating in my bed? You know I almost called the police on you right?"

His eyes darkened at the mention of the police, and you couldn't help but feel there was something deeper there that needed to be discussed. However, you pushed it aside and rested your body on your forearms, looking up at him. "What exactly are you?"

"I'm a man. Clearly."

“What are you really?"

"Ay Dios mío," A deep sigh left his lungs as he looked at you intensely. There was a mixture of emotions that you couldn't decipher, but there was one that you recognized without a doubt. Lust. You'd unpack that later. "I didn't stutter, I'm a man. There are uncertainties ‘round  it that I'm not even sure ‘bout, but the fact is I'm human now and that's it."

You glanced around him to stare at his tail, then back at him.

"For the most part, anyways."

Sitting up, you rubbed your temples becoming keenly aware of the situation you just landed yourself into. Your presumed dog was now an actual person and said person had started calling you pet names whilst kissing and licking at your neck. "Okay, so what is..." You waved your hand at the mess that had become your room. Now that you looked closer, it turns out that mysterious liquid on the floor was cum. Great. "...This?"

"Rut."

You stared at him incredulously, completely lost. Did he just say rut? You knew very little about animal biology (did he even count as an animal anymore?), and at no point had you ever been interested in whatever could make one come a literal puddle onto the hardwood you had just cleaned the other night. But the way he was looking at you, and the way his cock started to swell and grow impossibly bigger, you could get a general idea. "What, like some kind of sex craze thing?"

"More or less. 'M gonna be honest, I didn't even know this shit was a thing until..." Wolfwood looked up and down your body with a gaze so impossibly hungry, that you thought you'd melt on the spot. "You. This whole thing is ‘cause of you. And now... I need you to take responsibility." 

There was a blink. A second one. Then suddenly your whole body was flooded with heat as you looked at him, eyes blown wide open again just like when you first looked into the room. You could see the faintest of deep red blooming at the base of his neck, and it somewhat comforted you that he also understood the ludicrousy of what he just said. "Excuse me?"

Wolfwood let out a string of Spanish words that you could only assume to be curses as he stood up. Your eyes immediately flickered down to his pulsing cock; his tip was already beading with precum, and you couldn't help but wonder how many rounds he had done before you came in. You hurried to your feet as he started to come closer, and soon he had you pinned against the door, closing it shut. His breath was hot and heavy with exasperation against your face, and he trailed a long nail up the skin of your arm and shoulder before it rested underneath your chin. Your mind spun with a thousand thoughts as he tilted his head at you, raising your chin to meet his gaze. "You can deny all you want, but if you were truly against it, you wouldn't have been watchin’ me, mi picante." He smirked at you, running a tongue over his bottom lip as he watched you squirm. 

Then, his face got rather serious as he pressed his forehead against yours. He was burning up, his skin impossibly hot as he shut his eyes, seeming to relish the feeling of you being so near. "Look. I know this is... weird. Hell, if there's anyone confused, it's me. But I need you. Like I haven't needed anything else before. Will you help me? Like you did before?"

You felt a part of you melt at his words, knowing he was referring to the shelter. It hadn't occurred to you that as much as you need someone to be near, he was probably craving that too. Whatever happened in his past, it made him cold and calloused and it was clear that you were the only one he trusted in that moment. And with that in mind, who were you to deny?

A soft sigh escaped you as you stepped forward to press a kiss against his cheek. "So, so needy, aren't you, Nico?" 

He froze in his place, notably getting even hotter as his tail started wagging. You couldn't help but smile, he really was just a puppy at heart. Nicholas D. Wolfwood, that was his full name. Rather long, but it just felt right when you first got him. You didn't pull out that nickname unless it was for special occasions, and you felt like this qualified as one. A hand trailed up his cheek to scratch behind the ears on his head, and he let out a broken whine. Slowly, you pressed him backward to lay on the bed, throwing the ruined bedsheets to the side. You couldn't help but note the way his legs trembled at your touch, and you filed that away in a separate compartment in your brain. You'd be using that later.

His body writhed underneath you as you continued your ministrations, kissing up and down his neck. You let your hands roam the dips and curves of his body, paying special attention to his scars. He tensed up and you eased your touch, coming up to his face to kiss him gently on the lips. "Hey, hey... it's okay. It's me, remember? I won't hurt you, I promise."

God, how you wished he would believe you. More than anything you wanted to find those assholes who had broken him to the core and make sure they didn't live to see another day. Wolfwood, as strong as he was, was just another being. Despite whatever happened, now he was human. JUST a human. Someone capable of any and all emotions. He could feel joy, suffer from sorrow, and even this. Even this "rut" he was going through. And while it had been off-putting at first, all of this amounted to the fact that none of it would change how you felt. You cared about him like you had never cared about anyone else before. Just like he needed you, you needed him. Ever since he came into your life, there was something to actually look forward to. The days that had once been bleak and dark were now filled with life, and it was all because of him. He with all his gruffness, sarcasm, and sassiness, even as a puppy, was your reason for living. And you'd be damned if you let anyone else treat him as anything less. 

You felt Wolfwood caress your cheek with his large and calloused hand, and his thumb brushed at the skin. "You're crying." It wasn't a question as to why, more of a remark. 

“Yeah... I guess I am." You let out a soft laugh as more tears flooded your vision and streamed down your cheeks. How utterly unsexy of you, but you couldn't give a damn. All this time, it had never really occurred to you just how much you cared about him. It had only been a matter of time before the feelings spilled out. And here they were, crashing over your body like a tidal wave as you shook violently. You held him close and sobbed into his shoulder, saying nonsensical words that neither you nor him could decipher. There were whispers of apologies, utters of praise and then some more.He said nothing and just held you; at that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. He was the gift you never knew you needed, and you couldn't help but internally scoff at the nickname they had given him back at the shelter. The Punisher. 

If he was such, then maybe masochism really was something you were into. 

Eventually, he broke the silence with a quiet gruff. "You're crushin' my dick, ya know."

You let out a loud laugh as you moved off of him, kissing his forehead as an apology. 

"Sorry, sorry," You wiped the tears off your face and sat on the bed next to him, absentmindedly tracing patterns onto the flesh of his thigh. "Can you explain more to me about what you need right now? Yes, you're in... rut. But how can I help?"

He exhaled shakily as he felt your touch on him again, and he leaned back against the headboard, trying to ground himself from the pleasure that was overtaking his senses. "Long story short, I need to fuck you," He looked back at your shocked expression and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But that's what needs to happen to fix this shit," His eyes seemed to undress you with every glance, and he couldn't help but relish in the way your cheeks heated up. Even so, his hand moved down to take yours, gripping it slightly. "However... I ain’t gonna pressure ya into anything you don't want. We can deal with this no matter what happens, and fucking doesn't gotta be one of them." Wolfwood's other hand came to take your chin, prompting you to look into his eyes as if trying to convince you of the same promise you made him: that he would never do anything to harm you. 

You nuzzled into his palm, finding comfort in the roughness of the skin. It was a story of his life, hard on the exterior to match the man they belonged to. But he held you like you were the only thing keeping him together, his one steady rock in the turbulent life that he had led before meeting you. It was with a gentleness you had never experienced before, and you couldn't help but beam. "I trust you. If you wanted to hurt me, you would've done it by now. Let me help you."

As you said this, he bore a shit-eating grin and smashed his lips against yours. A whimper left your lips as his hands fondled at every patch of skin they could find, as if trying to solidify the fact that you were here, with him. It was heated and hungry, leaving your mind foggy as he pulled back, not only for air but to tug at your clothes. He looked up at you again, and you tilted your head at him. "What are you waiting for? Be a good boy." 

An uncharacteristic whimper left his lips and he murmured under his breath as he tugged at your bottoms. "Lift your hips for me, media naranja," 

You let out a tiny hum, doing as he asked without another word uttered. As the fabric slipped off your body, his face flushed an even darker red, staring at your lower half. "Like what you see?"

“You're gonna be the death of me, ya know that?" he groaned, tucking his face into the inside of your thigh to presumably hide his embarrassment. 

Your giggles turned into a string of broken moans as he started to mark your skin with nips and bites. His teeth were noticeably sharper than the average human's, but that only spurred you on. You sat up on your forearms to look at him with need. "You're going easy."

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his expression glazed with desire. "For your sake, mi corozón." He looked so utterly fucked out just from tasting the skin of your leg, you couldn't even begin to imagine how he'd be once he was actually inside of you. Despite all of this, you could tell he was holding back. 

You held out a hand to caress his jaw and you slowly opened his mouth. A finger grazed his pointy canines, admiring the sharpness. Suddenly, you were pressing against it, hard enough to draw blood and enough to get Wolfwood's flowing as well. "I'm stronger than you think," you bit your bottom lip as you tucked your bleeding thumb into his mouth, prompting him to suck it dry. He eagerly lapped up the ruby droplets, and his pupils dilated to the edges of his irises. Sitting up, you took his face in your hands to tug him up to yours. A smile graced your face as you sweetly whispered into his ear, "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to."

Wolfwood gaped at you, absolutely dumbstruck, before his eyes narrowed. In a flash, he flipped you around, and your back hit the mattress with an unceremonious thump. His body was pinning you against the bed, as he panted hard against the skin of your neck. "I don't think... you understand what this is gonna be like. I’m gonna ruin you. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't want ever anyone else's cock inside of you by the time I'm done. I'm giving you one last chance to back out."

There was a long pause as he pulled back to stare intensely, and you matched his gaze with the same amount. He was giving you the option to leave, and you weren't interested whatsoever. A smirk crept onto his face as he confirmed your determination, and leaned down to the dip between your nipples, kissing your sternum. He teased you, trailing his lips and fangs all the way down your torso, leaving you a sweaty mess from the tension alone.

"W-Wolfwood... fuck..."

"Nico." He looked up at you from between your legs, and you let out a tiny breathless whimper from the feeling of his tongue lapping and tracing patterns into your pelvis. "Please."

"Nico." 

His eyes softened, his lips letting out a soft howl of approval as he finally graced your heat with a kiss. Strong hands came to grip your legs as your hips thrusted up into the air, white-hot pleasure flashing from behind your eyelids. Nico folded your body in half, having your knees practically touch your shoulders as he pulled you closer to his mouth. He devoured you like a man left starving for days, encouraging every roll of your hips as you tried to match his fervor. It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough. He was so close yet so far, feasting on everything you were willing to give him.

He took everything with no complaints, complete and utter devotion in his eyes as he forced you to look at him. Forcing you to look at how ruined he was making you. Your body was an offering he could never bear to refuse, and it was then that he felt that maybe the brandings on his chest were alluding to something hidden within him. If he was purposed for holy reasons, this couldn't be anything but sacrilege. How delicious the taste of sin was. 

With a cry, your orgasm washes over your body, so gentle and intense all at the same time. Just like the man who kept you in place even as your legs shook, continuing to coax you through your high. As he finally came up for air, your wetness was smeared all over his mouth, his tongue poking out from between his lips to lap it all clean. He gave you a pathetic little face as he unhurriedly thrust his cock against the mattress, looking for some kind of relief. "Wanna... inside.."

Your lips curled into a smile as you cooed sweetly at him, your hand coming to cup his cheek. "You gotta speak up for me, Nico. Otherwise I won't know what you want."

He whined, looking torn as he debated saving his pride versus finally getting to feel you. "Please... lemme feel inside… baby please…" The big bad dog who'd supposedly had you by the throat was now in the palm of your hand, waiting for your next words. And you couldn't be more pleased. 

Placing a kiss on his forehead, you whispered against his skin. "Not yet. You can be a good boy for me, right? You're so good." Ignoring his protests, you got out of bed, your legs shaking a bit as you gripped onto the bed frame to steady yourself. The absolute distraught look on his face as you left the room was priceless, and it only encouraged what you were about to do.

You grabbed a small blanket and wrapped it around yourself as you made your way downstairs again, trying not to flash any neighbors who happened to be looking in your first floor windows. As you got to the kitchen, you grabbed the bags you had carried in earlier and open them up, smiling as you took what you were looking for out. 

Before you had come home, a friend had asked you to come over to their apartment. She handed you her gift, saying it was only for precaution and hopefully you’d never have to use it. Having a notoriously aggressive dog does require some after all. You hadn't given it a second thought, pushing it to the bottom of your bag, because you weren’t a fan of hurting your puppy like that. But as you pulled the shock collar out and gave it a once over, you couldn't help but think this was all some divine intervention.

Making your way back upstairs, you first grabbed the leash you used for walks and attached it to the collar, tugging to make sure it was secure, then made your way to the bathroom. You hadn't had sex in a long time, so you were taking no chances. After spending a long time cleaning yourself up to acceptable standards, you entered your bedroom again and saw Nico kneeling on the mattress, back straight and mouth slightly parted. He looked at you with impatient yet forgiving eyes, as if he was trying to impress you with his obedience. You smiled as you came closer to the bed, and rested your hand on his neck, letting him ease up. 

His eyes drifted to the collar in your hand, then back up to you. You couldn't gauge the expression on his face, so you decided to explain gently. “I want to try something,” you gave him the collar, and watched as he turned it over, looking at it blankly. “This is a shock collar. It’s not made for humans, so I’ll turn the voltage all the way down. I think you’d feel really good with it on, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”

You used your thumb to tilt his chin up to meet your expression so he could see how serious you were. “I would never hurt you. Just like you’d never hurt me. Do you trust me?”

He was silent for a few moments before he looked into your eyes, nodding. “I do.”

You beamed at him, and planted a gentle kiss on his nose, watching his tail wag in excitement. “That's a good boy,” Taking the collar from him, you carefully wrapped it around his neck before clicking it together. A perfect fit. You had him lay back against the headboard and you reached over to your nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, noting the way his eyes brightened. Clicking the cap open, you helped him drizzle some onto his cock, which you were only now realizing the sheer size of. From a quick glance, you knew he was freakishly big, but up close, he was absolutely massive. It was throbbing, his mushroom tip leaking with big drops of precum, with what seemed to be a large sphere at the base of it. As your hand grazed over his length, he twitched violently, and it seemed to swell even more.

Is this even going to fit?

Deciding to go a bit easy on yourself, you tugged him closer by the leash, brushing your lips against his own. “We’re gonna start slowly, okay? I want you to feel everything,” 

He reluctantly nodded and let out a shuddering gasp as you started to play with the head, his hips coming up to thrust against your fingers. “S-sensitive…”

You tutted softly and grabbed the remote that controlled his collar from the nightstand. You pressed a button and he jolted with a yelp, not expecting the light zap that hit his neck. “I told you to be good. Don't disobey me now.” 

His eyes brimmed with unshed tears as you continued to touch him, eventually wrapping your entire hand around his cock. It was so big that your fingers barely touched together, but you gave him a tiny pump to gauge his reaction. Nico’s eyes rolled back as he clenched his fists, trying his hardest not to move an inch or disobey you. “Hah… ngh…”

“Hmm… so pretty. And all for me. You’re just so eager to fuck me, aren't you? So, so eager~”

Nico threw his head against the headboard, letting out a tiny constrained mix of a growl and a plea as you sat up on your knees to shuffle his cock between your thighs. His eyes were squeezed tight before he opened them to look at you, silently begging. He didn't want to risk the collar again, but he was getting desperate and you knew this. You gave him a light tap on the cheek before nodding. He jumped on this opportunity, taking your hips to squeeze your thighs together against his dick as he humped your legs. A long drawn out moan of relief left his lips as he pulled you down to him, kissing you fervently. Even the slightest bit of touch, he was so grateful for. You, he was so grateful for.

You played nice, letting him pull moans and coos of praises out of you, telling him how good he was, how about beautiful he looked fucking your thighs. Falling apart just from the slightest bit of touch, not even inside you yet. “Feels so good, doesn't it?”

“Yes!” he panted out, started to go faster as he tightly gripped the flesh of your hips, surely to leave a bruise later. “So, so good, Jesus God- please…”

Your eyes softened as you whispered, your words almost lost amongst the sound of slapping skin and creaking wood. “I want you to hold out for me a little longer, okay? You’re doing so perfect, you feel sooo right~”

Nico looked at you with teary eyes, sniffing as a wet droplet dribbled down his cheek. His lips were flushed and bleeding red from how he bit down on them, and as you moved him to kiss them bare, he whimpered. “Mi vida, please. Estoy desesperado… I need to… to-!” He howled as finished, his cum splattering all over your thighs and lower back as he slammed against you one last time. Sobs of relief spill from his mouth as he clutches you tightly, his cock still hard and twitching between your legs. 

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, placing apologetic kisses to try and soothe him. Even thought he didn’t last, he was trying so hard to, and that’s what mattered. As long as he felt good, then everything else could wait. “Are you okay, Nico?” 

He let out a few shuddering breaths before nodding softly. “Yeah… ‘m just tired,” His dick twitched again as you shifted your weight on your legs, and he let out an exhausted chuckle. “That part of me isn’t, I guess,” Pulling back, he regarded you with a quiet expression. “Well, before we go any further, I gotta tell you something.”

You tilted your head, looking back with a quizzical expression. “You painted a bodily fluid mosaic on my back and now you want to say more? 'Tis a bit late for that, is it not?” 

Caught off guard by your question, he laughed loudly, pressing your lips together as his body shook in amusement. “Such is the curse of being attracted to you, estrella,” he gingerly pulls you off of him, his dick still rock hard despite the sheer intensity of his previous orgasm. “It’s got more to do with what…” he motions to the base of his cock, where that mysterious sphere was. “That is.” 

Sitting back on your heels, you stared at it. It most likely had something to do with his animal… thing, but you weren’t sure what the hell it was supposed to even be. Or do, for that matter. It took you a few seconds for it to hit you, and you looked up at him shocked. “That’s gonna go in me?”

“Yeah… Trust me, I’d rather it not. I get that I’m already…” he quirked an eyebrow at you and a glimpse of a smile graced his face. “...well endowed, but this shit’s not gonna end unless that happens. I gotta be honest, I’m more worried about what comes after it’s inside.” (heh no pun intended)

You gaped at him incredulously. “What the hell do you me after?”

He reached over to flick your forehead gently, slightly exasperated. “Lemme explain, will ya? It acts somewhat like a seal, so when I finish, none of it escapes,” he took note of the flushed expression you wore, and he went on to clarify. “If you got a condom, then that’s that taken care of. But if not, then it stays inside until the swelling goes down and I’m able to pull out. And I’m not sure how long that takes.” 

Your eye twitched as he finished explaining, and you couldn’t help but sigh. “If you mess up my mattress like you did with my bedsheets when you pull out, I’m gonna kill you.”

Nico chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss, his hands tangling with the hair on the nape of your neck. “No promises, darlin'.”

Any tension and irritation you had faded as he pressed his tongue inside your mouth while he tugged you back into his proximity. Except the tiniest amount that still resided, which had you bring your hands up his chest to tug and twist as his pebbled nipples. He hissed softly, grinning against your lips as he matched your teasing ministrations. "Ah... Santa Madre... Eres el deseo que nunca puedo resistir." His thumb traced your jaw, tipping your face to the side so he could have easy access to your neck. The sounds he made while marking you as his couldn't be described as anything but scandalous. Muttering filth and debauchery as he bit into the skin, pulling blood and then licking it clean as an apology. 

You stuttered and tripped over your words, your vision going dark with pleasure. "N-ni..." Words were becoming hard to articulate, and you didn't know if you could take the teasing any longer. 

He tutted, sucking harshly on your collarbone before looking up at you through his eyelashes. "Look at you... can't even say my name properly," He took you by the back of your head and pulled you closer, whispering. "Forgotten our manners, hm? You're feeling a little too good, aren't you..." A soft kiss was left on your nose, gentle and affectionate. "Quiero hacerte sentir el paraíso, cariño. I'll take good care of you, don't worry."

Nico laid you in front of him again, and through the fog of your desire, you could vaguely make out him reaching for the bottle of lube again, taking your hand and lathering your fingers. He leaned over you, breathing heavily as he moved both of yours down your body to your puckered little hole. His sharp nail gently trailed the circumference of it, making you whine desperately. 

"I don't wanna hurt ya... Once you've prepped yourself, I'll give you everything you need. Okay, darlin'?" 

You nod slowly, pressing into your swollen flesh and making your back arch with tension. It didn't feel as good as you imagined Nico's would have, and this only spurred you on more. You looked at him, trying to be convincing and alluring as you went knuckles deep, weeping with lust. Without another second wasted, you started to thrust in and out, your eyes heavy-lidded. Your hips were raised towards him so you could angle deeper into yourself, letting yourself get lost in the feeling and adding even more fingers. With every calculated move, you were testing him, BEGGING him to fuck you; and you weren't gonna stop until he finally gave in.

He let out a deep groan as he pulled you by the hips towards him, reaching down to brush the hair out of your eyes. "You're that desperate for me, huh? You wanna go dumb from me driving my cock into you?" Nico gripped your wrist, gently pulling you out from your sex, and starting to grind his cock against you. Even after all of that, he was still trying to give you time to adjust and back out, he was on the... larger side after all. But truthfully, you were getting really damn tired of the courtesy. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him down to meet your gaze. "If you leave me aching for your dick for one more second, I'll neuter your ass."

He grinned and gave you one last peck on the lips. "Just making sure." Suddenly, he thrust into you, filling you all the way to the base of his knot. Your mouth dropped open and before you could even register the pain, he let out a deep, resounding snarl and started pounding into you hard like a man gone mad. 

There were screams and wails ripped from your lungs as you scratched at his back, but he wasn't deterred. If anything, he relished in the pain. Every clench of your puffy walls around his cock was a testament to how good he was making you feel. That he was the one who was turning you into a babbling mess, a wreck that couldn't stop their legs from shaking and trembling. 

In that moment, as ludicrous as it was, he knew that he loved you. He loved you so much, with every inch of his cold, scarred heart. You were the one who brought him into your home, asking for nothing in return even as he growled and snapped at you. You treated him with a kindness that he had never experienced, and the only thing he could offer in return was the promise that he would make you feel this good all the time. No matter when you wanted it, no matter how you wanted it, he would be that person for you. And even then, he would try. He would try so fucking hard to be the man you deserved because he knew that he couldn't let anyone be with you ever again. 

Nico buried himself in the crook of your neck, kissing every area that he could even process was there, absolutely drunk in the feeling of you around him. God, you felt so good. You were so, so good in every way. He would take care of you, and make sure you never felt lonely ever again. Every bite and mark he left was a testament to how much how cherished you, and how you were his. You were his, as much as he was yours, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He pulled back, pressing your foreheads together as his hips continued to slap against yours, creating a lewd symphony of noises. 

"Eres mi todo."

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you smiled, pressing your lips together in a sloppy kiss. "Never leave me. Please."

"I won't. I promise."

Both of your moans got louder and you felt your stomach twist, that familiar explosive feeling building up. The stickiness of your skin melding together, the warm feeling that washed all over you, this is the closest you were ever going to get to heaven. He ruthlessly reached into the deepest parts of your body, absolutely ruining sex with anyone else for you. You couldn't stop the salty streams from flowing down your cheeks as you tried to speak, your words coming out broken and hoarse. "I love you, God, I love you!" 

Nico hushed you with another kiss, understanding every unspoken word that you were trying to say. "You feel so perfect... like you were made for me. You're so beautiful, mi alma gemela." His thrusts got faster until he finally slammed his entire cock into you, knot and all. You screamed out in rapture, finally coming and violently shaking from underneath him. Your orgasm ripped through your entire body, leaving you absolutely breathless while stars exploded from behind your eyes. It was the most intense thing you've ever experienced, and you could barely register the feeling of Nico's hips stuttering to a pause, a loud moan dripping from his lips as he spilled himself deep into the crevices of your heat. 

You dug your nails into the skin of his back as he filled you to the brim, feeling that maybe this was where you were meant to be all your life. With him, in the most intimate way possible. God, you loved him.

Eventually, the two of you came down from your shared climaxes, and you relaxed into the bed, while he rested on his forearms above you, panting hard. You were absolutely spent, and you couldn't help but cheekily smile up at him, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. "So... I'll take it as you enjoyed that?"

He let out a loud, tired laugh as his hands came to cup your face, nuzzling against your cheek. "Eres un pequeño liante, ¿sabes?"

You hummed in response, relishing in the feeling of him on your skin. “Also, you wanna explain how you just suddenly know Spanish?”

“Call it a quirk.”

[thegodmother007]

My New Neighbor Chapter 2: Close Call with Neighbors

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

It’s been a busy month for me but I am finally settled into my new place & getting the hang of the new job. I was lucky enough to have been bartending at Dale & Cruster’s prior to my move, so a transfer to the closest location to my new place was the easiest part of my transition, so far. Everything else has been..a challenge, putting it lightly. On my move-in day, I encountered quite a few comments about how my furniture looked like “Doll’s furniture” by some of the giant apartment residents passing by. A few times, I turned to see a few of them watching me struggle with furniture they could have held in their hands. I felt a sense of embarrassment when I noticed them staring, but I tried not to let it show. I reminded myself multiple times that Humans have their strengths & weaknesses and giants have their strengths & weaknesses. I am great at other things like my bartending, I am a fantastic guitar player (at least I would like to think so) & I can make a mean steak. I doubt any other resident of the apartment complex can claim all three of those things. 

In the days following moving in, I experienced first hand how careless the other residents can be. On a Tuesday afternoon, I was headed out of my place to start my 2pm-10pm shift at Cruster’s but was unnecessarily stopped from getting into my mustang. A giant man was on his porch, smoking what smelled like a spliff, which would have been fine IF he was not supposed to be watching his son. When I entered the parking lot, I noticed his son, a giant himself easily towering almost 40ft, playing with his toy cars, scattered around  my very real car. I quickened my pace, shoving my fear of the giant child aside, keeping my eyes on my baby, my Ford Mustang GT. “Hey!” I yelled towards the child who, as curiosity would have it, finally picked up my car to inspect it, like one of his toys. I ran towards the child who sits cross-legged in the parking lot. The boy’s attention gravitates towards me & my yelling “Put my car down, now! That is not a toy & you should not be touching it!” I stopped running towards the kid when I noticed a surprised look and a twinkle of mischief shining in his eye. He looked at my car, then back down at me, where I could see the gears in his mind turning. With the hand closest to me, he reaches over towards me, trying to grab me. I was lucky though, as his first attempt at snatching me up was missed. I backed up quickly as the child went to stand, my baby still in his hand. I kept my eyes on him as I backed away, noticing the sticky finger prints he was leaving on the black paint of my freshly waxed mustang. Once the kid stood, he towered over me, blocking out the sun that shone behind him. My nerves were on fire as my instinct to run kicked in, but I did not want to leave my car in the hands of a child who could cost me thousands in damage. However, it was clear upon the first step he took towards me, that running was my best option. I turned and ran as fast as my legs would take me, which compared to the kid, wasn’t very fast. I spotted the father again, who from a distance, was trying to make out what his son was doing. “Sir! Please help me!” I called out to the man who was now standing up, aware of the unfolding situation. I look behind me to see the smile on the child’s face as he has caught up to me and was swiftly reaching down to grab me once again. Thankfully, the deep thunder of his father’s voice rang out “DYLAN!” He shouted, which stopped both of us in our tracks. Dylan looked up to his father who was now marching over to where his son & I were in the parking lot. As the huge man approached, I was not sure how thankful I was that he was intervening, as the closer he got, the weaker my legs felt. 

I did what I could not to hurt my neck when I looked up, up, up to the father’s face, which peered down to where I was. Dylan’s father noticed that his son held a car which did not belong to him or belong to the collection he brought outside. With one word, Dylan’s father was able to force the child to follow the directions I failed at, earlier. “Gimme” his father said in a stern and cold voice, holding out his hand to his son, who promptly handed him my Ford Mustang. The father inspected it and for a moment, I wondered if he planned on keeping it for himself. It was not unheard of for a giant to collect cars, as they did not have access to them personally. Cars were strictly a human thing, while giants were tasked with walking, biking or commuting via train or trolly. My thoughts were interrupted by the father directing his child to “Get inside.” Which was met with little protest besides an annoyed sigh from Dylan. Once Dylan left, his father looked to me, who was doing everything in my power not to shake or seem intimidated. His father gently placed my car down next to me, while taking a knee “I don’t see any damage to the vehicle.” He says, not considering the damage to my pride, but I say nothing in return. His knee thudded with a noticeable tremor into the concrete of the parking lot, which I could feel up my spine. He crouches down, laying a hand on the ground next to me, examining me next. “Are you new to the apartment?” He asks me, undoubtedly getting a closer look at the Human he does not recognize. “Y-yes” I said with a humiliating crack to my voice, which I was quick to cover with a clearing of my throat & further elaboration “Yes, I moved in this last week. I’m Cain” I said with a deep bow. Shaking hands with a giant was not customary, as the danger of injury was ever present, so you bow as an alternative. The man nodded his head at me, as an informal bow back to me. “My name is Brax, been living here for about a year and a half, give or take. Not many humans live in this complex, I wasn’t sure if they were even offering the housing program anymore seeing as so few humans took advantage of it.” He is trying to strike up a conversation with me, great. Just what I needed after narrowly escaping his son’s attempt at playing with me like I was one of his toys. But what else can I do in this situation besides make nice with the man who was easily 75 feet  tall and was just holding my car in his hand. I take a breath and put on the false bravado that gets me tips at work & got me accepted into the program “Well, you can’t beat these rent prices! It was just too good to pass up!” I say trying to make light of the situation, hoping to get rid of the feeling of body numbing fear I had at this moment. The giant man nods his head in agreement “You’ve got that right! I figured it was a really good way to introduce my children to humans, now that we’re integrated. Which, by the way, sorry about Dylan.” The man brings an embarrassed hand to the back of his neck where he rubs it anxiously. “He is a handful and often gets into things he shouldn’t. I usually let him play with his cars in the parking lot because no one ever parks here, until now. I’ll have him play with his cars somewhere else, out of your way.” I couldn’t help but let my jaw go slack for a moment as he apologized for his son’s behavior. I was quick to close my mouth before I caught some flies & was noticed. “I-um, yes that would be great, thank you. And don’t worry, kids are going to be kids, right?” I wondered if there was more to what he was going to say. But he didn’t, he smiled and rolled his eyes “You’re telling me. But let me get out of your way, Cain, I need to go have a talk with Dylan.” He said, giving me a wink as he stood, which both comforted me and unsettled me. I hope he is not too much of a disciplinarian, I would hate to be on Dylan’s bad side.

All I did was wave back at Brax as he turned to leave, his sandaled feet shaking the ground with every titanic step he took back towards his home. I got in my car with bile seeping up my throat as I spotted the ghosts of grimy fingerprints on my windows. I thought back to 5 minutes ago, when Dylan’s hand was wrapped around my vehicle. I anxiously thought about how different this story would have been if I were already in my car when he grabbed it. I couldn't jump out & scream for help like I had earlier. There would be no way out unless the boy let me go. I recall the flash of mischief I saw in his eye when he decided to pick up my car. I remember the look of desire he had when looking at me, like I was a shiny new toy for him to break. My mind was racing with all the possible outcomes that could have happened today, leading me to have to stop a panic attack from coming on before my shift. 

I stroked the dashboard of my car, as if it was the one about to have a panic attack, when the reality was it was me who needed comforting. I assured myself that I was okay & my baby was okay, trusting that Brax would ensure Dylan stays away from me. A few moments of breathing later, a wave of relief washed over me when I started the car up with no issues. The revving of her engine was enough to send goosebumps up my arms as I listened to her purr. “Thank God” I thought to myself. Last thing I want to do is go back to Brax & ask him for compensation for the damages his kid made to my car. “If I had it my way, I would never have to talk to either of them again.” I thought as I pulled out of the parking lot, hoping to God my shift would be an easy one. 

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[malwaredykes]

To: LUCKY 38 PRESIDENTIAL SUITE TERMINAL

From: Leigh Stasik

Subject: BIG DAMN BUGS

Hi there everybody!

So, it's day 5, and Joshua Graham continues to get on my nerves. I've received a lot of clear signals that the feeling is, of course, mutual. I don't think he's very happy about what I've been doing—or, more accurately, what I haven't been doing. Because he really, really wants to put me to work, in the sense that I'm to run errands for him, and I don't wanna do that. He doesn't agree to help me find a way back home, though, until I help him resolve his business. This, indeed, is a very unsatisfactory situation, as I am essentially being held hostage by the man, and I'm not pleased about him trying to act all kind and compassionate about it. I think he thinks he's doing me a great favor by “humoring” my “condition” (hahaha!) insofar as he hasn't gotten outwardly mean or violent about it. He's a hateful little man, quite homogeneously so with the Legion past of his that he claims he has long since abandoned and healed from. I in turn feel rather hateful whenever I have to listen to him go on and on about the love burning within and without him… Love for what? Vapid goof. Disgusting. I'd mess with him more, but I don't want to upset people here. But oh, how I want to mess with him. At least I know that if he tries to harm me, he won't last very long. I sure do love to hurt those who think themselves indestructible. Am I right? Who's with me?

I went out into the valley with Waking Cloud today, to disarm some traps set up by the White Legs on one of the bridges. She's so sweet! Not going to lie, I'm still a little surprised I managed to make friends here; it's not like I was going out of my way, as I had my own tasks to tend to, and didn't want to bother anyone.

But, anyway. Around noon the sun got reeeeaally harsh, so we decided to sit in the shade for a little while, right by the river, dipping our legs in the water. There's something about the smell of fresh flowing water, right above its surface, when the sun and the heat pull vapor out of it. We talked about a bunch of things. I think I've mentioned this already, but she's a midwife; we discuss medicine a lot, which is fun. She's taught me a lot about local herbs, their properties, and how to get the best results when preparing them. I told her about my hopes for cultivating some of Zion's plants and fungi back in the Mojave. In the end, she asked if perhaps I could stay in Zion. Gosh… What a touching suggestion. But I have family at home! I've got a dog and an eyebot to put through college! But I will return one day, I'm sure. I hope so. Maybe any of y'all wish to come along?

Soooo… We pressed onwards and then I saw them. A small pack of cazadores, nothing unusual for me, though their wings had a yellow tint to it, much paler than the bright orange I'm used to. Cloud was shocked by my nonchalant reaction, how I just pulled out my rifle and got ready to dispatch the creatures if needed, and I didn't understand until one got a little closer. That thing was huge! At least twice the size of the cazadores you'd see in the Mojave! And its chitin was a lot thicker, so it didn't go down with one or two shots. That was crazy. We did manage to hunt down a few, and the two that remained fled. Upon closer inspection, everything about these cazadores was bigger and more messed up. The stinger, the poison glands… Geeze. I wonder if the increased size comes from better air quality. Higher oxygen levels in the atmosphere did cause bugs to evolve larger in prehistoric times. I kinda want to try and make turbo out of these, but I don't think that's wise. I don't have the proper equipment with me to test the precise contents of this venom, and I can't exactly do a taste test. Oh well.

Ronnie-honey, aside from the surprise gift I can't wait to show you, I have a few mechanical tchotchkes for you to take a look at when I get back. You might be able to make sense of them, because I sure can't. I pulled one of them out of this airplane wreck I stumbled across. Well, you'll see.

Raul, Cloud gave me this recipe for agave candy that she makes for her kids. It takes time to prepare, but it's genius. I am so making it for you. And that's final. No ifs or buts. I mean, I'm gonna make it for everyone, but especially you.

Anyway. I need to get a good night's sleep this time. So, write to you later! Love you all! Take care!

Leigh

[soloragoldsun]

So, I was looking for cute Joker/Futaba stuff, and saw that there's apparently a huge portion of the fandom that thinks the pairing is "creepy." Upon closer inspection, most of these people are saying things like how Futaba is meant to be like Joker's little sister, or that she's somehow incapable of being in a relationship due to her mental state.

Now, if you prefer Joker and Futaba as a platonic or familial pairing, that's totally valid. However, the comments about Futaba specifically really rub me the wrong way. The antis lean really heavily on how romancing Futaba is "predatory," and that she "doesn't understand" her feelings for Joker, and that she's "mentally not capable" of being in a relationship.

I'm sorry, but that's straight up infantalization of a neurodivergent character!

Futaba shows signs of being autistic in her mannerisms and hyperfixations. So what? Being autistic doesn't mean being "incapable" of understanding romance. Several of my buddies are autistic and in wonderful, fulfilling relationships with awesome partners.

Futaba is also dealing with PTSD and social anxiety due to what was done to her. Again, what about that makes her "incapable" of being in a romantic relationship? Do people with trauma have to put a pause on finding a partner until they're "acceptable?" Yeah, didn't think so.

Futaba is an incredibly intelligent person who is taking active steps toward personal recovery while cultivating deeper relationships with both her friends and her adoptive father. If one of these relationships turns into a romance, why is that suddenly a bad thing? Why is that suddenly something she's "incapable" of?

Both she and Joker are teenagers who were brought together by circumstance and fate. They get along well together. Joker helps Futaba take steps toward being more independent while Futaba becomes one of Joker's most valuable allies. It's the perfect setup for both friendship and romance.

It's certainly better than having Joker, a minor, in a romance with his DOCTOR OR TEACHER!!! (No, I will not stop ranting about that!!)

So, yeah. Futaba is a valid romance. Her neurodivergency does NOT mean she has the mind of a small child or is somehow incapable of being in a relationship. Stop infantalizing neurodivergency. Thank you for coming to my ranty TED Talk.

[glittering-moonlillie]

Word Count: 1410

Warnings: Moderately suggestive

When it comes to flirting, either go big or go home

You had always considered yourself a Robin Hood type of person; steal from the stupidly rich and give to the suffering poor. Gotham was a completely broken city, filled with drug dealers, psychotic clowns, and vigilante furries running around trying to keep everything together. No one here was served the justice they deserved and it angered you. Batman and his crew could only do so much, considering they never killed and the villains they arrested always escaped Arkham Asylum within a few months.

You desperately wanted to be of aid to your city, to help and make a mark in some way. You were never the violent type, so you created a different plan to make an impact. One of the things that aggravated you most about this damn city was the huge divide between the rich and poor. The wealthy only used their money to get richer, mostly in ways that would certainly land them in jail until they were wrinkly in any other place. Meanwhile, too many people lined the streets cold and starving, and in desperate need of shelter. It was disgusting how the millionaires of Gotham refused to help their own people.

You were convinced that the only way to help was to force the rich to help Gotham through your own means. Thus, you went to the nearest fabric store and sat down at your sewing machine, attempting to make your vigilante costume. You took inspiration from Catwoman’s attire - all sleek and black, allowing you to slip into the night without being traced; although, instead of stealing for yourself, you would use the money you got in order to help the people on the streets.

The first night you had donned the outfit you had made, you were hit with immediate regret. Gotham was no doubt a dangerous place, especially at night, how would you even be able to sneak into someone’s (probably) heavily guarded mansion and get the money you need? It had taken you several prep talks in the bathroom and a catchy playlist meant to pump you up in order for you to gain the courage you needed to slip out the window of your apartment.

Surprisingly, you did not get caught the first few nights. As a matter of fact, you didn’t get caught at all for the first few months of your newly found hobby. Luck must have really been on your side. The news had deemed you the newest Gotham villain that had terrorized the homes of thousands. You really didn’t care if Gotham called you a villain, the smiling faces of the people you helped in the soup kitchens and on the streets kept you warm enough to persevere through the inaccurate portrayal - but the fact that they had said you robbed thousands of houses -now that was a little generous.

You found yourself getting into a habit, creating a sufficient route of houses that you would rob - ones that would be empty so that you wouldn’t have to deal with people. Perhaps that is how you got into this situation.

You would have sworn you were careful when entering and leaving the house, no one was around and you had already thoroughly disarmed the security cameras with a handy dandy rock. At least - that’s what you had thought until the bag filled with money was kicked from your hands. Something had attached itself to your waist, whirling around your body until your movement was restricted, causing you to fall to the floor with a thud.

“Ow!” A dark shadow loomed over you and upon closer inspection, you realized that it was the traffic light assassin himself. His hair flitted in the wind, the glare he had pierced through your soul. He was hot, sexy even, you knew that the first time you saw him on your small TV screen. Seeing him in person though? Now that was enough fodder for you to go home with.

“Well…this is kinky.” Curse you and your uncensored mouth. You couldn’t help it, being in uncomfortable situations pushed a button in your brain that caused you to have absolutely no filter whatsoever.

Robin seemed to cringe, his nose crinkling and his mouth twisting into a deeper frown. “What were you doing up here?”

You pulled yourself up from the floor into a sitting position, your knees rubbing together. “I was stealing from this asshole's house, obviously. I thought you were smarter than that, boy wonder.”

Robin stepped closer to you and eventually crouched down. “You have spent the past few months stealing from rich houses like this,” He grabbed the bag of money and held it in front of you, “I want to know what you are doing with this money and why you are stealing it.”

The proximity of you two made your heart skip multiple beats, it was shocking how you didn’t die on the spot. You could briefly see his eyes through his mask, but not enough to make out a definite shape or color. Heat rose up your neck and the rope around you seemed too tight all of a sudden. Truly, you were speechless. This seemed to amuse Robin.

“Is that enough of an answer for you, darling.” A smirk tugged at his exquisite lips. It took all of the self restraint you had not to push yourself forward and kiss him.

You flashed him your own smirk. “Hm, I’m not sure if I want to tell you yet. Maybe there’s a way you can force the answer out of me.”

Robin leaned in closer, just enough so you could feel his breath fanning your cheek. “And what makes you think I would ever do that?”

“Because,” You shrugged, “I am irresistible.”

Something about that statement made Robin suddenly pull away and turn his back towards you, creating an achingly long distance between you two. He cleared his throat, his face now just as scarlet as yours. He readjusted his gloves.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while. It’s surprising how no one has been able to unearth your identity yet, considering how reckless you are and how complacent you have become.” A shiver runs down your spine.

“You don’t seem like a villain, your pattern suggests that you purposefully try to avoid confrontations and fights. I also noticed that you have only been robbing from Gotham’s elites, notably the more…scummy…ones.”

“Is this normally how you sweet talk women into your bed?” You snorted.

He decided to ignore your statement. “Whatever you are doing with this money, it must be important enough to risk your life every week.”

“Ah, there’s that intelligence that people find so attractive-” You attempted to say before Robin cut you off.

“You are so talkative, it makes me wonder if you ever shut up.” His husky voice sent you spiraling further into the clouded lands of desire.

“Then maybe you should find a way to shut me up, Robin.” You said in the most seductive voice you could muster. It seemed that that statement made the young vigilante hero flustered, his gloved hand covering his face and his head shaking in disapproval. Finally, he let out a long, drawn out, sigh.

“You are absolutely impossible, you know that? Just tell me why you are doing this.”

While the conversation continued, you managed to shimmy the pocket knife you had (for emergencies) out of your, well, pocket. You carefully took one of the wires and slowly began to cut. The rope proceeded to break with a snap, quickly alerting Robin to your new freedom - but before he could do anything about it, you had already wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in close enough to kiss him if you gave yourself a tiny push.

“I don’t feel like telling you just yet, lil Birdie.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Sadly, as much as I have loved this interaction of ours, I do have to bid you goodbye. Maybe next time you’ll catch me again, hm?”

Robin stared at you in shock, his hand hovering over the place you had kissed him, the money a forlorn memory in his mind. He watched as your frame was swallowed by the thick, black, shadows of Gotham. It took him a few seconds, but his smirk slowly made its way back onto his face. If it was a game you wanted, it was a game you were going to get.

To be completely honest, writing flirty readers is very hard for me, mostly because I am unable to flirt to save my life; nevertheless, this was insanely fun to write! I hope that it lives up to your standards! Thank you so much for the request!!!!

Now off to write part three of I hate you, be my girlfriend >:DD

[korgidorgi]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Words: 5,053

Warnings: Angst, cursing, claustrophobia, abandonment

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, your view of the Avangers, your family, has changed.

Oof, i haven't written or posted one of mine in ages. I wrote this a while ago and went back to edit it a bit for you to enjoy.

The mission was supposed to be short and simple, otherwise they wouldn’t have let you go. You’re on the younger side of the avengers. The youngest, actually. You practically grew up with the heroes, Pepper’s adopted child, and technically Tony’s too. There was no keeping you away from all the world saving and violence, but once you were old enough you were trained, and on the rare occasion, allowed on small training missions. You were never exposed to the true nature of missions, so no actual fighting was involved. 

This mission’s gone sideways. Everything was going perfectly until some building system malfunctioned. It was too late when the system alarms went off and the building was quickly engulfed in flames. You and your team's priority now is to help evacuate the building. You’ve gotten a lot of people out with the help of Steve and Natasha. All of you have suffered a few burns here and there, nothing to any huge concern. The three of you are outside now, looking back on the burning building. The heat from the fire radiates quite a ways out.

“Rogers, there's more people in there, we need to help them!” You yell over the roar of surging heat.

“Y/N, it's too dangerous, the building is collapsing,” he responds, trying to get the team to safety, “we can’t save everyone.”

“I saw them on the way out, I can get to them and get them out!”

“Y/N, no.” His tone is commanding but holds an exhausted bite. “I’m sorry this is the mission that’s going to make you see this, but you can’t go in there. It’ll kill all of you.”

“We can’t just sit around and let them die! We have to try!” You plead, still staring at the building.

“I’m sorry, we have to fall back.” He steps closer to try to pull you back.

You avoid his grasp, taking off into the building and into the flames. Coughing on the smoke, you hurdle fallen supports and other debris, shouting for the survivors. You hear the muffled yells of the two people you were referring to earlier. You make your way towards their location, dodging falling debris. The building shakes and groans under the damage it's sustaining, causing more materials to fall. The room they're in is blocked by shrapnel; it's the only way in. You try to kick the debris away, desperate to get to them and get them out of here. You slam your foot into it repeatedly, moving it inch by inch until there's enough space to crawl around and reach the people.

“Hey, you’re going to be okay, I’m going to get you out of here.” You reassure them.

You grab a man's hand, pulling him and his buddy with you to send them through the crawl space you created. Just as they make it to the other side, the space collapses in front of you again, sealing you away from them.

“Just go! Continue to the left and you’ll find an exit,” you call to them, “I’ll find a way out, just go before the whole thing comes down!”

All you can do is hope they listened and left to save themselves. You quickly glance around the room for any means of escape. The vents could work, but upon inspection, it's practically crushed. There’s no windows in this room to escape out of, which leaves you trying to get past the debris in the doorway again.

You desperately try to kick and move the hot debris away, but it’s much more stubborn this time. The building gives another unnerving shake, groaning from it's severely weakened supports. More debris breaks off and falls from above, parts of the floor give out as well, leaving gaping holes into many fire filled abysses. You continue to strain yourself, now trying to lift and pull pieces of the building out of your way. The heated material leaves burns on your hands and shoulders and your legs, slowing down your efforts a lot. You stand back a bit to look around again for any other way to escape. You find yourself falling as the floor underneath you gives out. Flames reach out and lick at you as you pass, the heat burning your clothes. 

You hit the ground hard. Rolling over, you try to pick yourself up but a new ceiling pushes you back down as it tumbles overhead. You crawl towards the end of it, hoping to beat it before the rest of the building crushes you. Your hopes are crushed as more pieces of the building fall into your path, blocking you from moving anywhere. You can at least look for a place where you hopefully won't get crushed, so you try to pull yourself towards a small nook in the rubble. You pull yourself over, curling up against the corner hoping to wait out the collapse. The building gives one final quake before the rest of it comes tumbling down on top of you.

•••

Your eyes open with a flutter. It's dark and your body hurts. You quickly realize where you are as the stab of the burns begin to take over you. You shuffle your body around and try to push the large hunk of debris off of you. It’s too large and heavy for you to move at all. How deep under the rubble are you? How long were you out? What about Steve? And Natasha? Shit, you’re in so much trouble when you get out of here.

You give it a few minutes, clearing your throat from dust, “Steve! Nat! I’m down here!”

Your throat is scratchy and your voice cracks as you yell for them. You yell for them again.

“Steve! Natasha! Anyone!?” You pound on the rubble above you, “Someone, please help me! I’m right here!”

As time ticks by, your voice soon completely goes, leaving you breathless and voiceless. No one has come to help you at all. It's been a few hours since you came to, you think. Rescue parties take a while sometimes, yeah. And you must be far down, so they’ll come eventually, right?

You eventually pass out again, exhaustion and your wounds taking their toll on you. Your dreams are vivid, multiple of them consisting of you being rescued by various people, only for you to wake up again to the same rubble on top of you. You desperately hope the avengers try their hardest to find you. You hope that Tony would have some of his suits sifting and scanning the rubble for you and any other survivors. If anyone is going to find you, it's Tony. One particular dream you were rescued by some people you don’t know. They didn’t look like medical professionals or rescue volunteers. By now you’re used to being let down, expecting to finally open your eyes to the same rubble.

A light is flashed into your eyes, making you wake. It’s not a dream.

“She’s responding.” A woman says, holding you.

“Great, let's move out. A dead girl is no use to us.” A male voice sounds from outside of your vision.

The woman places her arms under your legs and back, lifting you up with ease. Your head rolls to the side and a wheeze escapes your lungs.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to be okay.” She reassures you.

She carries you away. Bright lights shine across the extensive pile of rubble you were under. The sky is black, a few stars poking through. She makes her way to the back of a van, placing you on a soft material and climbing in next to you. The van starts, quickly rolling away from the scene, and the woman begins addressing your wounds. A liquid pours onto your burns, causing them to sting. You hiss at the sensation, trying to pull away, but she holds you still with a gentle hand. She whispers reassurances, but you fade in and out of focusing, finally passing out once more as she nears the end of addressing your wounds.

•••

You awaken once again, this time, bright fluorescent lights overhead instead of the dark rubble. You scrunch your eyes shut, trying to keep out as much light due to its brightness. You bring your hand up to cover your eyes and an IV needle sticks out of your arm, causing you minor discomfort to your movement.

“Hey, you’re awake.” A soft voice says.

The light turns off, the soft glow of the cabinet lights around the room being the only source of light now.

“Sorry for the bright lights.” She says.

You hear her take a seat next to you and she fiddles with a plastic bag, probably the fluid they’re giving you.

“We found you under the rubble of that building last night. You were pretty far under, but we found you.” She says. “Can you tell me your name?”

Upon trying to speak, your throat betrays you, causing you to begin a coughing fit. It burns from the dust you’d inhaled and the dryness of it. You hack for a while, the irritation refusing to go away. She quietly hands you a glass of water once you’ve settled down a bit. You nearly inhale the water, drinking it all in one go.

“There, take it easy,” she takes the glass from you, “don’t talk until you’re ready to.”

She sets it aside, turning back to you. She watches you as you adjust to the room, glancing around at everything.

“I’m Dr. Shielen, I’ll be monitoring you and taking care of you,” she introduces herself. “You’ve sustained quite a few burns, all of which needed my attention. They should heal fine with time. You’d been under the rubble for quite a while, almost three days. You’re lucky you survived that long.”

You try to speak, your throat straining, “Y-Y/n.” Upon speaking, you erupt into coughing once again, but it settles down much quicker.

“Welcome to The Voiceless, Y/N.”

•••

Three years have passed. The Avengers never came for you, they didn’t even search the rubble of the building. You’d not been released from the new group that had found you soon enough. In your time, you grew to resent the Avengers. You’d connected all the dots. All the missed holidays, all the skipped times, all the avoiding, it’s because you were never important enough for their time. You’d always asked to hang out with them, but they were always busy, brushing you off and sending you away. It didn’t surprise you as much as it should have when you realized they were never going to try to find you. You gave up on the hope that they tried and failed and kept trying. They never came. You couldn’t get in contact with them from the place you are now. These people at least treated you like someone. Like they cared.

You’re now completing your own missions with them. They plan small attacks on large establishments, notorious for mistreating their workers, the public, or the environment. Mini rebellions against the corporations. It costs lives, but it’s a small sacrifice to pay for the end goal. Local police have now involved the FBI, which have chased you from base to base across cities, states, and the country. Your teams wear masks, protecting their identities, and providing a sort of symbol for the group. You’ve kept a close eye on Avenger activity, watching them perform and grow as a team. You watched them deal with Ultron and replace you with Wanda. And suddenly, you wanted their attention.

You found a new motivation, a new goal. You firmly believe in the fair treatment of people, so why not scale up your operations? You spoke with the leaders of your establishment, fighting for larger operations as the band grew and grew over the years. More people joined the cause, more people were willing to fight. You used it to your advantage. More people means you can establish multiple bases in multiple areas, grow the fighting force, and finally take a large stand against the capitalist world.

You were selected for a project, the science division was experimenting with new technologies and ideas. They needed a willing subject to be granted superhuman abilities. The process was extensive and top secret, but they finally finished successfully and began your training. You trained to work with the shadows, and you became their best stealth soldiers. With a new role came a new outfit for missions. You were allowed to choose the design, going for comfort and practicality. You kept the mask, your own design and build.

Soon, you were leading larger scale operations. With your new abilities, high risk tasks were much easier. Your missions now are no different than what you’ve done before, except for the fact that you’ve now got abilities. You don’t use them often, but when you do, you keep it on the down low, not wanting to attract too much attention. Your abilities have earned you the code name Shadow.

Things have gotten slightly out of hand. Your team is falling back, taking heavy fire from security and law enforcement. Your mates are getting desperate.

“Shadow, I know you’d rather not, but we need your abilities.” Your scout says across comms. “We need a way out, all the exits are blocked.”

“On it,” you confirm, “I’ll clear a way to the west side of the building.”

A black smoke begins to emerge from your hands, allowing you to travel in the shadows and get past the opposing forces. You materialize behind them, sending a wave of dark energy across the hall to knock them off balance. Their gunfire turns to you now, but you use your abilities to block their attacks. You send your energy back towards them, taking out their ranks.

“Go, now,” you command, “before they return with more firepower.”

“Thanks, Shadow.”

Your team moves out ahead of you as you give them cover. You shoot back at them with your own weapons, only using your abilities when you begin to get overwhelmed.

“You guys head out, he’s still in the building. I’ll take care of him.” You inform your squad, holding off the building's defenses.

You hear your squad's confirmation before swiftly sending a large wave of energy across the hall, taking everyone down at once. You begin to make your way to the elevator way down the hall. You call it once you arrive, holding your weapon close as you wait for its arrival. Shots are fired upon sight of you, which you quickly return, taking them out. A whole team rounds the corner way down the way. Waving to them playfully, you step into the elevator and select the highest floor. The doors close and the elevator ascends before the team can get to you. The ride up is smooth, except for the sudden power outage. The elevator comes to a stop and the lights flicker before burning out.

“Jesus christ…” You mutter to yourself. “I have to do everything myself, huh?”

You dematerialize, sifting your smoke through the cracks in the doors, traveling up the walls to the top floor. You materialize in the hall, the smoke flowing out around you and creating a dark aura about you. A sudden surge of confidence flows through you, powering each step you take even more than the last. Security is lined up in the halls, leading straight to where you want to be. Your shadows creep outward towards them, snaking around them before dragging them around and taking them out. The smoke chokes them, causing them to fall unconscious.

The doors of the room you want in are thrust open by a wave of your energy, the smoke piling into the room in a thin layer across the floor. It leeches from your fingertips, flowing down and around you. The man in the chair at the desk ahead of you turns to face you.

“Who are you?” He demands.

“Your downfall.”

You raise your arm to give a wave of your hand to get rid of him, but a sudden projectile prevents you from doing so. A shield embeds itself into the wall to your right, stealing your attention away from the corporate leader. You look to the source of the infamous shield.

“Captain America, nice to see you again.” You greet, turning to grab the shield out of the wall.

He prepares himself to catch the shield, expecting you to throw it right back at him.

“Oh, no, I’m not going to hurl this at you,” you reassure, “relax, friend.”

“We are far from friends,” he quips, “who are you?”

“Well, my friends in the field call me Shadow.” You reply, playing with the shield in your hands.

You run your fingers over the scuffs on the metal disk, admiring its form. The scuffling of the corporate leaders movement brings your attention back to him and you wave your hand, sending a small wave of smoke to sit him back down.

“You and I are far from finished, friend.” You warn, not looking away from the shield or the Captain.

“Leave him and I won’t have to hurt you.” The captain warns, balling his fists and lowering his stance.

“Nah, I think it would be fun,” you tut, “going against one of Earth’s mightiest heroes.”

You smirk at the Captain, watching him plan his next move. You keep an eye on him as you proceed to step towards the man in the chair. You watch him straighten in his chair, stiff in his seat.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” he asks.

“I do, which is part of the reason I’m here.” You respond.

“Shadow, step away from him, this is your last warning.” The Captain threatens.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m here to do, or why.” You state, dancing your fingers on his desk. “If you don’t want him dead, then fight me.”

He tenses, watching you closely for your next move. You’re all too relaxed for facing him off.

“Coward.”

Upon hearing the word, he charges you, trying to catch you from the side to get you away from the man in the chair. You gracefully dodge his attack and use his shield to block his next swings.

“Did you bring your friends, Captain?” You tease, dodging another attack.

He continues his assault on you, missing each swing and each kick he throws at you. You continue to dance around the room, narrowly avoiding his attacks and frustrating him more.

“This is fun and all, Cap,” you shrug at him, “but I should probably do what I came here to do.”

The smoke around you thickens, darkening the room and providing the cover you want for your execution. The captain coughs and tries to clear away the smoke around him, but to no avail.

“Widow, I need backup,” you hear him say into his coms.

“Now or never,” you mutter, stepping towards the desk.

Your target tries to stand and run away, but you make sure the shadows hold him in place. The smoke sneaks around his throat, slowly suffocating him.

“W-why me-?” he chokes.

“Because your company is shit. You’re allowing abuse to run rampant in the system. You take advantage of your workers labor, abusing them and stripping them of free will.” You explain, strolling around him and giving a show of your authority. “You know it’s happening, you choose to ignore it and even encourage it. You’re too rich for your own good, and you’re just becoming more greedy. Your time of profiting over people’s suffering is over.”

The breaking of glass makes you turn your head to the source. The Black Widow stands in front of the window she’s just smashed through, ready to charge you.

“Miss Romanoff, I’d suggest you not make a move. This man is already on his death bed. You’d be stopping nothing by engaging.” You warn. “I’d end you too.”

“Save your breath. Let him go.”

“I don’t think I will.” You grit your teeth behind your mask. “Why do you protect a man that profits from his laborers suffering?”

“Enough of this.” She raises her arm to fire a projectile at you.

You dodge it, blocking with Captain America’s shield, but a second one if shot, hitting you and electrifying you. You stumble to the ground, dissipating into shadows to escape her, dropping the shield. She pulls out her gun, ready for your reappearance. You materialize behind her to strike but she beats you, hurling her fist at you. The force of her attack breaks your mask, scattering it across the floor, broken into a few pieces. You stumble back, turning your back to her, and holding a hand to your face. Pulling it away, you see blood on your fingers as it drips from your nose.

“Quite the punch, Romanoff.” You sneer, wiping the blood away.

Before you can look back at her, she has you knocked down and pinned to the floor, ready to take another swing at you. Upon seeing your raised eyebrows and wide eyes, she hesitates, her fist drawn back to knock into you again.

“Natasha, wait--” Steve’s voice rings out.

You use her hesitation to your advantage, dissipating into shadow again and reappearing behind her and to the side once more. You connect your knee with her face, knocking her down. You step towards her, but a blast from across the room knocks you away.

“Kid, I don’t want to hurt you, but you take another step towards Natasha, I won't hesitate.” A new voice enters the scene.

“Good to see you too, Tony,” you greet, standing up, a little unsteady this time.

“Y/N, I need you to stop this. We can talk this out peacefully somewhere else--”

“Talk this out? You’ve got a lot of nerve,” you stalk towards the Man of Iron, black smoke pooling around you and whirling around in your stride.

The telltale whiz of an arrow alerts you to another incoming projectile. You dodge it as it imbeds itself into the wall behind you. Hawkeye then appears, crashing through the window where Natasha first came in. He has his bow drawn at you.

His sudden appearance causes you to react, using your shadows to manifest and pool around the avengers. With a wave of your hand, Hawkeye is dragged off his feet.

“Y/N, stop this! You’re surrounded!” Steve shouts, warily watching the smoke and shadows around.

He straps his shield to his arm, ready for you to target him. Natasha points a gun at you, Tony has his hands up, ready to fire at you. They watch the room fill once more with smoke, quickly limiting their fields of vision. You swiftly make your way to the Widow and Hawkeye, aiming to take out two birds with one stone. You swing at Natasha, the movement alerting Hawkeye. An arrow whizzes by, narrowly missing Natasha and yourself. She manages to slip from your grasp, whirling around and wrapping her legs around your shoulders to bring you down. She instead hits the floor by herself as you materialize into the shadows. A metal arm shoots out, trying to knock you down. You dodge it, nearly running into Captain America’s shield in the process.

A cloud of red clears most of the smoke out of the room, leaving you in the open once more. You growl, drawing your power out again and coating the ground in a dense layer of shadows. You glance around the room, trying to find the new Avenger. You move the smoke around, using it to halt the others in their tracks as it bolts their feet to the floor and wraps around their drawn weapons to prevent them from moving and using them.

With the Avengers frozen, you spin around, eyes scanning the room for her. Your breath grows jagged, your chest heaving in anticipation. Wanda finally flies through the window, red glowing around her hands and throughout her irises.

“We have ourselves a party, I see,” you comment, glaring at the Avengers.

“Let them go, and I won’t hurt you.” Her strong Sokovian accent is present in her voice and she plays with the magic in her hands.

“Make me.” You glare at her, shadows swirling around your feet.

She takes a single step forward and you have your shadows holding her in place too. Her eyes grow wide for a second before she glances down at her feet. You tilt your head, giving her a small smirk as the shadows swirl upward around her as well.

“Y/N, where have you been?” Tony asks, fighting your hold on him.

“Oh, y’know, here, there,” you begin, taking your focus off of the witch in front of you, “grounded by the people who actually rescued me.”

You look around at the Avengers, all of them frozen in your smoke and shadows.

“You know, I was under the rubble for…” you trail off in thought, “what, two days? And no one, no one, even cared to look. I was pleading for you, begging, praying, that you, especially you, Tony, would finally lift the rubble off of me. That big piece that was keeping me from moving, from breathing.”

You examine their features, they’ve still not stood down, ready for you to inevitably snap again.

“Tony, if Steve didn’t look for me, I would have thought you, of all people, would do your damndest to find me,” you frown at him.

“We did--” Tony struggles in the smoke, trying to think of how to calm you down-- “look, can you just relax and we can talk this out. No one has to get hurt.”

“You’re telling me to relax?” You let out a dry chuckle. “I haven't seen you in however long, and the first thing you do is fire at me and then,” you let out another laugh, “tell me to relax.”

“You’re the one trying to murder people.” He shoots back.

You drop your arms to your side before swiping one through your hair, leaning back. You cross your arms over your chest, leaning towards him and glaring at him.

“Fuck. You.”

“Y/N, Steve and I tried to look for you after the building fell. I promise.” Natasha finally speaks. “We tried to find you, we didn’t want to lose you. Tony would have killed us if we came back without you.”

“And yet here you stand…” You snarl.

“I- that’s not what I meant to say,” she tries, “We looked for you, Tony tried scanning for you with Jarvis, we didn’t find you.”

“Two days, Natasha!” You yell, striding over to her. “Two… Days…” You get in her face, staring her in the eyes, breathing heavily. “Tony scanned the rubble…” you run a hand through your hair, taking a few steps away and scoffing once more, “bull… shit. I know how Jarvis works, he’s way more advanced than that, he would have found me!”

“It’s true! We tried to find you! Jarvis tried to find you!” she shouts back, “He just wasn’t strong enough!”

“I should just kill you now,” you mutter, running another hand through your hair.

“Something was blocking the signal, he couldn’t find you.” Tony confirms.

 “I guess I just wasn’t important enough for you.” You mutter.

“Y/N…” Steve starts, but you cut him off, raising your hand.

“Y’know,” you begin again, shaking your finger in the air, “I’ve thought about it. Not once has anyone here dropped anything to show me that I was cared for,” your lips quiver, all the pent up anger and resentment beginning to bubble up, “even when I asked for it. You were always too busy with your own shit.”

“Y/N, I’m your father--” Tony begins, immediately getting cut off.

“You were never a dad!” You snap, your sharp voice echoes about the quiet room and the shadows swirl in response to your outburst. “Happy was more of a parent than you and Pepper combined!”

Your nose twitches and your eyebrows knit together, your eyes bore into Tony.

“The people who found me,” you lower your volume, “yeah, they used me for experiments, they beat it into me to be the best soldier thay have, but at least they treated me like they cared. I tried--” you breathe-- “I tried to reach out to you, but I was dragged back in. Soon, I gave up trying to escape and they began to trust me and treat me as one of their own.”

“Y/N, we care about you--” Steve begins, once again being cut off by the swirl of shadows around him.

“Oh, yeah? What do I find when I come back into the field?” You tilt your head in question to Steve, then to Tony. “You replaced me.”

You spin around, looking at everyone, a tight, burning feeling starting in your chest once more. Your nose scrunches and your eyebrows meet again.

“You all replaced me!” You scream, shadows swirling. “You replaced me! With her!” You aggressively point to the witch.

Hot tears blur your vision and you harshly swipe an arm across your face, brushing them away. It doesn’t stop the onslaught of tears that follow.

“You replaced me!” You repeat, wiping your face to keep the tears away. “You replaced me, you replaced me, you replaced me!”

You begin gasping for air as tears run down your face and your neck. You keep repeating it over and over and over. You claw at your chest, pounding on it, wanting the feelings to stop, gritting your teeth and sinking to the floor. The moment your knees hit the floor, the smoke clears, settling and calmly flowing out the window into the breeze. Sobs wrack your body, leaving you a shaking mess on the tile.

A soft hand finds itself under your chin, lifting your head up. The tears change direction, flowing towards your ears and down. You try to blink them away, sniffling. Red hair fills your vision and two arms wrap themselves around you, pulling you into her chest. You calm down enough in her arms to talk.

“I should kill you, you know.” You mutter, staring at the floor behind her.

“But you won't.”

part 2 is out now!!!