#but you are literally putting my coworkers in danger and I will not stand for that shit

[szethsmom]

I gotta say, I’m curious if narcissistic assholes ever stop to wonder why the person who is a thorn in their side is, by all other accounts, just a silly little guy. Like, do they ever realize how MASSIVELY they must have fucked up to get the designated ray of sunshine to hate them??

[makelemonade]

Test Subject

Characters; Dottore x Female!Reader

pt2

Warnings; 18+, insane probably horribly written smut, aphrodisiacs, non-consensual drugging, you're married to each other, slut-shaming tbh, degrading + slight praise, boob play, bondage, blowjobs, lots of mentions of cum, you're literally his test subject- hence the title, he has a fat cock, subtle ahegao, hentai moaning, fingering, several positions, overstimulation, rough sex, dumbification, oral sex, honestly idek what else just lemme know if i need to put something

Il Dottore was a hard working man; Always doing whatever he can to please his majesty, the Tsaritsa, and always helping out- even if it’s not by his own will- his coworkers.

But he’ll always work the hardest for you- his lovely wife.

He was working on some sort of machine down in his lab, and in full honesty, you were too hungry enough to ask what it was.

Well, you weren’t insanely hungry, but you were parched, and it’s not like you could go around and get food somewhere; You barely knew this castle and you were scared to run into one of the other Harbingers.

Hmm, maybe you could risk it- Childe could’ve been around somewhere and could’ve gotten you some water.

“What’s on your mind, dear?” Dottore asks, still looking down at his…project. He knew you so well. He 

“I’m quite thirsty, my love.” You admit, sheepishly. 

A smirk appears on Dottore’s face as he finally looks away from his project and at you; You were sitting on a steel table- almost like the ones for surgery- dangling your legs.

“I actually have a few drinks down here.”

He walked over to a shelf full of vials, some were full and some were empty. He scanned it for about a minute, until he made a noise, indicating he found what he was looking for. He grabbed two vials, walking back to you.

Handing them to you, you looked at them with hesitance. It was a light pink, but it didn’t look dangerous. It wasn’t bubbling, or smoking. It seemed like water but with food-colouring.

“It’s a sweet drink.” There was something behind his devilish smirk, and you couldn’t read it, but you trusted your husband and chugged both vials.

He just smiled. “Good girl,”

As much as you loved the praise, you were slightly confused, but decided to just let him continue working.

However, in the next few minutes, you noticed that you began too sweat. It was weird, given the fact this laboratory was insanely cold.

You took off your blanket, throwing it to the side, but that did not help, as in the next few minutes, you began to become hotter, to the point you were panting as if you were running a marathon.

You didn’t notice the subtle writing Dottore was doing in his book, and in the next few minutes, you found yourself becoming faint as you started to feel yourself completely aroused to the point it was seeping through your tight clothing.

You were letting out shaky breaths, everything being too hot for you and you laid back onto the steel, the cold table bringing you comfort for about a minute until it was too hot for you.

Your vision slightly blurry, you noticed Dottore now standing above you, his project long forgotten as you were now his new project. 

“Dottore..” You breathed out, and he just smirked down at you before reaching under the table; There were straps under it, and you realized what was happening when one went around your waist.

“Dottore,” You breathed out again. “Did you- did you drug me?!” You panted, and he just laughed. 

“I’ve been meaning to test the aphrodisiac out for a while now. I just needed a perfect time to use it on you.” 

He started to unbutton your shirt and you whined, the touches of his cold fingers on your stomach making you heat up even more somehow.

He took your blouse off and you let out a whimper- he made sure to write that down too.

He reached around to your back, not lifting you up much due to the strap holding you down onto the table. With his might, he yanked at your bra, ripping the back completely and you gasped.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He laughed, throwing the ripped bra to the floor. 

He unbuckled himself, but made no move to take off his pants. Instead he pushed your arms all the way up and you felt too weak to stop him, letting him tie your hands with his belt. 

In seconds, your pants and panties were off- You don’t even know how, but the drug was making everything seem so fast, but at the same time too slow.

You tried to do anything to help your arousal, and even started humping the air but it was helpless with the strap holding you down. Dottore laughed at your attempts.

“You’re so needy, my love. Be patient, dear, I’ll attend to you soon. I just need to see how you react.”

He placed a hand down on your stomach and you gasped, starting to twitch. His other hand started scribbling down in his book as he moved his hand around, and the heat became unbearable once he reached your chest.

“‘Tore,” You whined, then a sharp gasp came out of you as he placed his index and thumb around your hard nipple, starting to pull.

“Nghh-oh!” His mouth moved down, starting to suck on the other one and you started to thrash, but the table could only wobble slightly as you were held down tightly.

“So sensitive,” He breathed out, the breath making your nipple twitch and you whimpered. He started to go a little harsher, his teeth grazingg over your nipple as the only started to twist and pull.

“Oh! Dottore!” You gasped, moaning loudly as he kept up at it and yet somehow his other hand was still scribbling stuff down- how he did it? You had no idea.

You whined when his mouth and fingers left and he spread your legs open a little, the cold air bringing little relief to your seeping pussy. 

“I wouldn’t even be surprised if you almost came from that,” He chuckled, taking a closer to look to see your arousal was now a pool pouring onto the desk, slowly dripping off the sides.

“Let’s see how you beg.” 

You were about to ask what he meant, but let out a loud gasp when his finger to prod at your hole and you moaned, despite the fact he was barely touching it.

He was teasing you, touching you everywhere down there but refusing to finger you.

“Do-dottore,” You whined, trying to thrust your hips towards his fingers but you could hardly move.

“How does It feel, baby?”

“So- so sensitive.” You whined, “I need you.”

He groaned at that, fingers inching a bit closer. “Yeah? How bad?”

“S-so bad..” You slurred, becoming drunk on just his fingers, “need to feel your t-thick fingers..”

You screamed when he plunged two into you, wincing at the pain but moaning at the relief. He slowly began to scissor you, and his fingers were sooo long they reached you so deep.

“Oh-! Nghh, please, pleasepleaseplease”

“Please what?” He chuckled breathlessly. “M-move faster please..”

He grinned, shoving his fingers even deeper as he started to go faster, stretching you wide and you moaned loudly when he added a third finger in.

“FUCK!” You gasped, “fuckfuckfuckfuck!” He started to practically pound you with his fingers once he added a fourth one in, and you found yourself cumming in one minute with a wail, but he didn’t stop.

“T-tore!” You whined, “too-too much!”

But he didn’t stop, instead going faster, and you were thrashing around so much he had to stop writing down stuff with his other hand to hold your waist down, despite the fact you were tied down already.

“DOTTORE! DOTTORE!” You screamed, feeling yourself cum once again; This time, your arousal squirting everywhere to the point it reached his face, spread onto your paper and was on the ground.

He didn’t let his fingers out until you finished, and you let out a wanton moan when his fingers left you.

“Your pussy is gaping over nothing,” The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine. “Dirty slut, squirting over my fingers? My, what a mess you made!”

You panted, feeling absolutely out of it just from squirting, but you needed more. So much more to get rid of this heat.

You heard shuffling, then steps as he walked towards the side of the table to your face. 

He grabbed your head, moving it to the side and you were met to his long, girthy cock that was leaking precum just inches away from your face.

You found yourself sticking your tongue out, reaching to lick the tip and he groaned. “You look like a dog,” He laughed breathlessly, looking at the way your tongue was all the way out, panting. 

“Little bitch in heat,” He spat, “C’mon, suck. Suck like the good slut you are,”

You wasted no time in wrapping your mouth around his dick, struggling in trying to move your head up and down- It was hard when you were tied to a table.

“Insufficient,” He scoffed, but really it was an excuse to loosen the strap to help you move closer to the side of the table. He grabbed the back of your head, shoving you down as you let out a yelp. 

Your nose was right against his pelvis and you started to gag while he just let you sit there and struggle. He let out a groan, then a sigh of content.

He started to move your head up and down, dragging and pulling on your hair. You looked up at him, eyes rolling back as you continued to gag on the Doctors thick cock.

“I love it when you do that,” He panted. “You look so fucking- uh! Sexy…” He started to go faster. “Cockdrunk whore.”

You just moaned at the title and he laughed, “you love it when I degrade you, don’t you? You know, I’m debating on if I want to come in your mouth or all over your face, even when I rail you too.” 

You were becoming dizzy with how fast he was moving you, your throat becoming sore as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

He took another look down at you. “Maybe all over you. I’ll make it a masterpiece.” 

He took his dick out and you gasped, but only to be met with his hot, salty cum all over your face. Dottore not being a human sometimes had it’s perks, because he produced so much more “cum” then anyone as it even reached your chest.

He panted, standing there for a bit. Then, he walked away, and came back holding up a kamera. “Say cheese,”

You were too fucked out of it to react, flinching at the light it produced. He looked at the picture through the lenses and smirked. “I’ll be keeping this one.”

He moved back to his book, writing some more stuff down. He did so quickly, wanted to move onto the fourth and last phase of his project.

He got rid of the strap completely, and you thought it was over- but no, instead he grabbed your hips, dragging you across the table all the way to the end so your bottom half was completely off, your legs over his shoulders.

You gasped at the feeling of his dick prodding at your entrance. “Nghh- Dottore! I’m still s-sensitive!”

He didn’t care, instead pushing his cock all the way in- It stretched you out even more then his fingers and reached places they couldn’t and you wailed.

He didn’t even go slow, instead deciding to go straight into it and fuck you fast and rough. “F-fuck…” He gasped, “You’re so tight, my love. You feel so good, like you were made for me? Wouldn’t you agree? Agree with me, my cocksleeve

“Y-yes!! I-i’m just-nghh- perfect for YOU! Yooourrr cockslEEVE! YOURS!” You screamed as he went even harder, and you felt like you were gonna cum once again.

He could feel it too when you started to tighten, and you screamed when he pushed down onto your stomach. “I-I’ve decided,” He paused to give you a harsh thrust, “That I’ll cum so much, in you and on you.” He laughed, and you came with a scream.

“F-fuckuuhuh! No-no more!”

“Yes more.” He laughed, not stopping. “We have so many more rounds to go, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna be filled up with my cum? Bred? And painted with it too,”

“Y-yes! Yes! Fill me up…fill me up! Please!”

He pulled you closer, instead now moving your legs towards your chest to reach even deeper into you. “NgHH~ oh~ fuck! Y-yes, yes!”

The next hour went by through several different positions; Full nelson, standing full nelson, doggy style, whatever he wanted to take you in! He’d take turns cumming in you and pulling out, and by the end, you were completely passed out, cum all over you and cum pouring out, dripping onto the ground.

He draped your past blanket over you, deciding he’d attend to you in just a minute. He finished writing down his analysis, reading it out loud.

“Subject came a total of 12 times and squirted for 3. Next goal will be 15 and 10; Maybe Pantalone can help out with it.”

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄBeneath The Watersꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Mermen/Soulmate Au

❦Y/n, a new marine biologist, was working along with her older brother and coworkers on a trawler. They come across the most ethereal yet dangerous sea creatures. Survival rate? Guess who the one percent is❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Mermaid language is blue

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

The guys are mermen princes and they’re all brothers. Their dad is the king so because of their royal blood, they have the gift of singing which puts their victims in a trance, and can form legs. They can also change any human they want into mermaids. They can understand human language but have a harder time speaking it. ‘Human’ language is all languages btw I’m just doing english bc that’s the only language I know.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Beneath the Waters

“Did you receive the latest sample for the lab, Y/n?” Darius, her older brother asks as he stands beside her resting form on the trawler. The waves of the ocean rocking the ride slightly as the current carries them on.

“Yes, for the fiftieth time.” She sighs, sitting up from her leaned position against the side of the boat. She pulls her sunglasses off as she places them inside of her backpack. He nods in response as he chuckles.

“Sorry, I just want to make sure you have everything.” He scratches the back of his head with a sheepish smile. She smirks light heartedly as she shifts her arms to rest against her knees which are bent as the platform of her shoes are plastered against the floor.

“There’s nothing to be worried about. I got this! Yeah, I’m new to this thing but you know more than anyone else that I’m a fast learner when I put my mind to something.” She states, waving her hands as she gives him a comforting smile.

He sighs as he looks across the water, “Yeah, yeah I know.” He places his hands in his pockets. “I’m proud of you, Y/n. You’ve come far in this industry.”

“Don’t get all sappy on me now, dude.” She laughs, standing from her spot after their coworkers are heard yelling. She eyes her brother with a raised brow, him mimicking the same expression out of confusion.

The trawler rocks as they walk toward the gathering of individuals, four of them bent as they seem to be pulling a net from the outer side of the boat. Everyone else stands around them. When she gets closer, her eyes widen as she notices a large pink tail flapping around the net violently.

One of the men seems to be holding it down as the woman beside him moves her arms around as if she’s wrapping something quickly. Y/n and Darius walk beside one of the designated divers.

“Check this baby out!” She exclaims, standing from her position as she moves out of the way. Y/n’s eyes widen at the sight of an ethereal looking man. Despite his narrowed icy blue eyes glaring at the employees, nobody could deny the intense beauty of the man’s face. His blonde eyelashes cause his irises to pop as his long platinum hair lays out gorgeously under him, some falling over his shoulders.

Once his wrists are tied, they pull him over the boat, still wrapped in the net as he struggles against his restraints. His long nails, sharp as he accidentally cuts his own skin. Y/n could only look as she felt guilt suddenly overtake her mind. After they bound his tail, holding it down, Y/n had enough.

“I think we should let i-, him go, guys.” Everyone, except the mermaid turns to look at her as if she just grew two heads. Her hands place themselves on her hips as she eyes them back.

“Y/n, you’re new so I’m just going to let this slide. You see, this is a one chance in a lifetime kind of deal, you get it? We’d be the second in years to have not only discovered, but captured a real life mermaid. There’s no way we’re letting him go.”

“But why can’t we just study them down in the ocean as we swim? I know that some can be dangerous but not all of them are.” She suggests.

“Because they are dangerous creatures as a whole. They don’t just think like a fish they can act and think like a human which is bad for us. Not to mention, we’re their choice of food besides other species of fish.”

“I get that but we have gear for that, don’t we?”

“Y/n, stop! Okay? It’s fine, they can breathe for at least twenty four hours outside of water and we’ll put it in a secure tank. If you’re worried about its well-being, it will be fine.” Darius explains, trying to keep her from getting fired.

The blonde merman’s eyes shift back and forth between the two humans conversing, particularly observing the woman who is speaking for the merman. Under the cloth, he licks his lips as he smells the divine scent spewing from the female, closing his eyes as he inhales. The smell brings his tense body to a tingling, relaxed sensation, a deep purr emitting from his body as his eyes shut.

“Fine, alright! I’m sorry. I’ll leave it alone.” She sighs, crossing her arms as she turns away, refusing to look at the creature with pity.

“Alright, everyone! Let’s get this show rolling!”One guy says as they walk over to the netted merman. Before any could move any further, a high pitched whistle sounded in the air, causing everyone to pause. Y/n’s eyes widen in concern as some of the coworkers stop their movements. Everyone stares across the ocean, over the being that’s lying down.

“Shit! Everyone, grab the ear plugs!” Someone yells out.

Y/n immediately turns her body as she runs to her bag. Roughly grabbing the ear plugs as she shoves them into her ears as the sound of a melody occurs. She sighs in relief as she stands from her crouched position, sound muffled as she turns around. Her breath hitches as she watches everyone slowly walk towards the edge of the trawler as they look to be in a trance.

“No!” She yells as she runs to Darius, roughly gripping his arms as she pulls him in a hug, his heavy body walking ahead as if she weighs nothing.

“No! Please, Darius! Wake up!” She smacks his face multiple times as he continues his stroll.

A muffled tune could be heard once more through her ear plugs as she eyes the ocean, four heads peeking from below as only their eyes are shown glaring at the crowd coming toward them.

“Fuck! Darius, wake up! Please!” She runs quickly to grab a random pair of ear plugs dropped from the others. She runs back to him, shoving them into his ears. Unfortunately, the melody is already pulling him in.

She runs to the edge as she blocks him from moving further, though he tries. She turns her body slightly to face the other sea creatures as all the other people climb over the trawler and hop into the water as they swim toward the predators.

“You already have enough, don’t take him goddamnit!” She shrieks. Her nails scrape against the paint as she holds on to the edge as he attempts to push her to the side.

The blonde watches the display as he observes her distressed state. He shakes the feeling of wanting to nurture her, guiding her into letting go of that useless human considering his restraints and her species. The scent gets the best of him as his tail tingles, moaning softly as his eyes roll into the back of his head, the fumes becoming overwhelming as a cold heat fills his body.

The four glare curiously as they ignore their incoming meal to watch the girl struggle. The one with black hair and blonde streaks tilts his head as he watches her actions. He disappears under the water as his yellow tail splashes the water. The other three ethereal beings use their nails and sharp teeth to shred the flesh of their victims.

“Darius, please wake up.” She cries, tears finally falling as he continues to struggle in her hold. The yellow tailed male peaks above the water closest to the trawler as he eyes Y/n.

She makes eye contact with his brown irises. He emerges from the water slightly.

“L-…let go. Too l-late.“ His soft voice struggles to speak English as the human language differs from the sea.

She gasps as she fully turns her body to face the male.

“No! I can-!” Darius shoves her to the side, almost knocking her over as he dives into the water.

“DARIUS!” She releases a blood curdling scream as she runs for him, only to be forced back by the merman jumping from the water and pushing her on her back as he falls on top of her. His tail fits in between her legs as his claws hold on to her wrists. She struggles under him as he uses his heavy body weight to hold her down. Goosebumps form on her body as the water drips onto her from all over, including his hair that drapes over both of them. The symbols embedded into his skin, black and prominent as she analyzes her situation.

“Get off of me! I need to save him!” She yells. He shakes his head as he inhales her scent, his grip tightening when the addictive fumes reach deep into his nostrils. Her eyes widen when his head drops to her shoulder, smearing the water against her neck. Rustling causes both to turn their heads toward the merman who they originally came to the trawler for. The man on top of her points to his restrained sibling.

She ignores him, peaking over his shoulder as the sound of screams and shredding could be heard, muffled through her ear plugs. She grits her teeth as all she could see was red covering the area, splashes here and there but no sign of any humanity. No sign of her brother.

She releases a strangled cry as the emotional pain takes its toll, realization creeping in as she finds it hard to accept her brother’s demise. Her head drops to the floor as her eyes shut tight, tears and snot mixing together as she weeps. The man on top stares in awe as the moisture falls from her eyes, gaining the knowledge of a human being able to express such heart wrenching emotions for another. He uses one hand to hold both wrists as he uses the other to trace the streak of tears. He eases his face lower as she sobs, slowly leaning in to lick the tears before a hiss sounds from the side, reminding him of why he’s here.

He pulls back, using his hand to gently smack her cheek to gain her attention, succeeding as she opens her lids.

“R-release?” He demands, though it comes out more softly as he knows she’s in a vulnerable state.

“Fine.” She whispers, voice hoarse as she sits up from her position. He shifts his body to allow her to stand up. The pink tailed man stares at her as she walks toward him. He observes her intently as she releases his restraints, including the cloth around his mouth causing her eyes to slightly widen as she notices the scars shaping his lips. She also notices the blood staining his wrists from when he cut himself. He sits up as they face each other. She yelps as she grabs his wrist by reflex when his hand wraps around her throat and pulls her in.

He inhales her scent deeply as he breathes heavily, revealing his sharp teeth as blood rushes to his face. She watches with concern, kneeling as he pulls her once more. His nose reaches the side of her neck as he takes in more air. It’s only in this instance that the feeling of danger comes back, as she is now alone on this boat with these man-eating creatures.

She removes his hand gently as he allows her to before standing back.

“I have to leave so everyone just needs to get off this boat so I can.” She sniffs, wiping her eyes as well as her nose. She hears a muffled shriek as she turns to the end of the boat where the other three mermen float. Her body tenses as she sees faint blood dripping from the corner of the black haired one’s mouth, his dark eyes boring into hers. Seemingly, at the same time the three men inhaled the air before the blonde and black haired man on the left opened his mouth, indicating his singing as she could hear a muffled hum through her ear plugs.

“No, you can’t eat me.” She growls, pointing to her ears as her eyes narrow. “Haven’t you had enough anyway?”

She eyes the faint colors of their tails, two of them being a matching purple while the middle blends in with the darkness of the ocean, a little darker indicating that it’s black. She turns on her heel as she begins to walk to the wheel, luckily having the knowledge of driving this kind of boat. After hearing the water swish, she hears footsteps behind her, she turns quickly, hoping it to be another human. Her breath hitches as her eyebrows raise when she sees the men climbing on the boat with their newfound scaly legs, a pale hue that matches with their individual tail colors, though shimmering as they walk. Her eyebrows furrow at the nakedness, quickly looking away as her face warms. To the side, she sees that the yellow and pink tailed men are now standing on their own pair of feet.

How could I forget that the most powerful of mermaids can shift their tails to walk on land? They’re also the same type to even use their voices as a weapon. They even have tattoos that symbolize their royalty! What did we get ourselves into?

She internally gulps as they all stand intimidatingly across from her. She looks around for any weapon near her, unfortunately one not in her eyesight whatsoever.

“Shit.” She whispers. All she could do is stand alert as she watches them, attempting to cover her evident fear as she eyes the murderous creatures standing in front of her.

She eyes them as she notices all inhaling intensely, furrowing her brows when she observes through her peripheral how their bare cocks erect the more they inhale. Besides the very light hue of their normal tail colors covering their erections, it looks human for the most part besides that and their size. Nothing too big but bigger than the average human.

She shrieks as the blonde and blue haired man and his black haired twin run full speed towards her, grabbing her arms before she had time to move. They hold her arms, long nails slightly piercing her skin as they grip her, all forcing themselves on the ground to kneel as they force her to sit on her bottom.

She breathes heavily as she watches the other three get closer. She struggles harder as she yanks her arms. One of the grips actually uses his claw to scratch her skin, splitting it slightly as he leans to her ear.

“Stop it!” The blonde and blue haired man hisses, giving her a painful squeeze as the blood drips down her arm. She yelps as she stops pulling.

“Big brother, what are we going to do with her?” The pink man asks, her eyebrows furrowing at the differing language that consists of croaks and low shrieks.

���Take those things out of her ears.” He answers. The black haired twin listens as he uses one hand to take out both ear plugs and throws them to the side, causing her to gasp.

“Get away from me!” She yells.

The short man walks forward before crouching in front of her, kneeling and crawling half way on to her body. His cold skin drips with water as it falls on her. He inhales her scent once more as his palm holds her cheek. She sits frozen in fear, not anticipating what comes out of his mouth.

“Mate.” He states in her language. Her eyes widen as she pulls back.

“N-no! Humans don’t have mates!” She exclaims.

“Mate.” She hears the others whisper.

“No, absolutely not!” She shakes her head, frowning at the creatures surrounding her.

“Sanzu, Kazutora, secure her legs.” They comply by grabbing her legs and pulling her to lie on her back as the other two secure her arms down.

“What are you doing?” She questions, anxious thoughts forming as the worst case scenarios appear. He climbs higher as his hair drapes over both of their faces. His dark eyes staring at her with intensity and determination.

“Mikey.” He says, wanting to hear his name from her lips. She pauses as she hears his words.

“Mikey, please get off of me! All of you, just go away! I want to go home!” She exclaims in frustration, wanting privacy and peace to mourn before having to contact their facility about the deaths.

“Home?” The older brother on the left asks, his purple eyes observing her as he points over to the ocean. “O-our, no…. y-your home.” He nods.

“No, no, no that is not my home! I am not your mate! I’m not anyone’s mate, I’m human!” She reasons, hoping to get that through their heads. She yells in pain when she feels a harsh scratch on her leg, blood oozing from the wound.

“Y-you are mate!” Sanzu hisses, his nail paused against the end of her wound with his other hand wrapped around her ankle. Kazutora grips her other leg tighter as a frown falls on his face to the rejection, his eyebrows furrowing. The twins glare at her as they also give her a warning squeeze, involving the tip of their nails. She breathes heavily as she tries to ignore the pain.

“N-no, I’m not! I can’t be because I’m -!” She’s cut off by cold lips smashing on hers, Mikey gripping her chin painfully as he roughly combines their lips. His other hand grabs her shoulder as his naked chest is pressed against her clothed breasts. His erection pressed in between her legs.

The two brothers above her bend their bodies to gain better access to her neck as they satisfy their taste buds. Nipping and sucking as they bruise her skin. Sanzu licks the blood of her wound, slowly savoring the taste. Kazutora purrs as he caresses her other leg, removing her shoe and sock, throwing them to the side. Sanzu does the same so he can smell more of her sweet flesh.

“Rin, let’s release the stimulant.” The oldest twin says. He nods his head as they both bare their sharp teeth, piercing her skin as they release the venom. She let out a scream as the pain was sudden and prominent.

“Oh, God!” She exclaims against Mikey’s lips as the feeling becomes unbearable, the throbbing in her neck reaching all over her body.

“Ah.” She breathes out as the feeling turns into an intense sensation, tingling and arousal surrounding her body as her nipples harden and clit gains a heartbeat. Wet slick forms, beginning the breeding process her body has been forced into. Her chest rises and lowers as she breathes deeply, her eyelids heavy as her body yearns to be bred.

“Fuck, n-no! L-let me go.” She whines, sobbing as her reproductive system takes over, her clit pounding as her hips slightly buck against Mikey’s erection. She shivers as they all smile in content, smelling her heat as her pheromones fill their nostrils, turning them on even more.

Rin rips her shirt open, revealing her bra as she yelps. Mikey grabs her hand from the other twin as he wraps his lips around her finger, slowly suckling as he sits himself on top of her torso, using his other hand to trace from her chest to her stomach, lightly scraping his nails against her skin. Both twins rip her bra apart, revealing her diamond hard nipples, her gasping at the cold air hitting her breasts.

She begins to struggle against their holds, only to regret it as Mikey pulls her finger out and chomps on her hand as a warning, drawing blood. She cries out, tears falling as her mind conflicted with the sensations all over her body. He returns to suckling her fingers and tracing her skin, licking the blood up as well. The twins move to grab her breasts as both use their tongues to lick her nubs, Rin roughly pulling and nibbling her as his brother gently sucks and kisses her other. She could only breathe heavily as they continued their assault.

Kazutora and Sanzu tore her pants, spreading her legs as far as they could while gripping her thighs with one hand. Both men position their heads between her legs before using a claw to slice her panties off, leaving her wet and bare for them to see. Her head falls back as her clit throbs, anticipating contact but only bucking her hips against the air.

Kazutora leans in as he gives a slow and light kiss on her clit, her twitching at the contact. She bites her lip to remain in control, not moaning out or begging for more. Sanzu retracts his nails to a normal size, using his finger to scrape her juices and wrap his lips around his own finger, quietly moaning as her taste reaches his tongue. Kazutora takes her whole clit in his mouth, sucking her clit as he bobs his head slowly.

“Oh my god.” She whispers, the sensations becoming overwhelming as she feels Sanzu gathering more slick and entering a finger into her vagina. Mikey takes the opportunity to lick all around her hand and wraps her fingers around his cock. She attempts to pull back but his hold is tighter.

“P-please? N-need it.” He says softly. Although she’s almost blinded by pleasure, she wants to end everything as fast as possible. She begins to move her hand up and down at a steady pace. He moans as he thrusts back into her hand.

“Feels good, Mikey?” He teases.

“Shut up, Ran.” He whispers as his head falls back, thrusting a little harder as his cock pulsates. He grabs her wrist to balance himself. Her head is pulled to the side as the blonde and blue haired man eases the head of his cock to her mouth. She shakes her head and attempts to turn away. He keeps his hold on her head as he grabs her nipple roughly.

“B-bite off.” He growls, threatening her as his cock throbs in her face. He releases her nipple when she nods and opens her mouth. He shoves his erection all the way to the back of her throat. He grunts as he pulls back and enters again. She whimpers around his cock as she feels two fingers hitting her g spot as a tongue flicks her clit. She grinds her hips subconsciously, seeking more as they continue to stimulate her.

Both Rin and Mikey moan as they thrust into her, eyes rolling in the back of their heads as their hair flops against their back. Ran reaches for his own cock as he plays with her nipples.

Suddenly, an idea popping into his head, he restrains his thrusts as he gives her hand to Ran. He positions his cock between her breasts and squeezes them together. Mikey thrusts her chest as he purrs. Ran takes the opportunity to wrap her fingers around his cock, essentially the same idea with Mikey a minute ago.

Kazutora and Sanzu stop their motions, their dicks tense and in need of assistance, dripping as they throb.

“Guys, readjust so I can get behind her.”

They ignore him until he lets out an ear piercing shriek, causing her to groan in pain for her ears. This gets everyone’s attention so he repeats himself. Everyone readjusts so that he she lies on top of him, her ass rubbing against his abdomen.

Mikey stays sitting on top of her in the same position and fits his cock back in between her breasts. Sanzu sits behind Mikey, positioning his cock to her entrance. Rin reconnects his erection with her mouth as well as Ran using her hand.

She cries out when Kazutora and Sanzu shove their cocks inside of her until they reach the end of her walls, deeply stuffing themselves inside of her slowly. Kazutora grips her hips as Sanzu grips her legs. Both men pull back as they slam back in, the slick coming from their cocks moisturizing her up enough to enter, besides her own slick.

She grunts loudly as they fill her up, her body being used every which way as her nipples are pinched occasionally. The men’s beautiful moans echo in the middle of the ocean, enticing her as she feels nothing but intense pleasure. The wet squelching sounds of their cocks connecting with her skin accelerate as they move faster.

Her own walls tighten around Kazutora and Sanzu’s cocks, pulling them in as they push, sinking deeper into her as Sanzu hits her cervix. The feeling of her body bouncing with movement was enough to send her over the edge as her body is very sensitive from the stimulant.

“Mm, s’ fucking good.” Kazutora whispers as he takes her ear into his mouth. His grip tightening, leaving indents in her skin. His thrusts are steady and hard as her asshole grips him.

Mikey breathes hard as slight moans draw from his lips occasionally, almost slamming his cock against her chin as he relentlessly thrusts his hips. Sanzu moans as he leaned over her lower body, thrusting hard as he bites his bottom lip.

“Good fucking girl. So fucking good for me.” Rin’s head falls back as he fucks her mouth. He holds her head in place with both hands as he rises closer and closer. Ran releases breathy moans as his jaw falls slightly open, gripping her wrist tightly as he gets close.

She moans loudly as she releases, the men following behind as Sanzu and Kazutora cum deep inside her, semen falling out of her holes as there was too much to fit all of it. Mikey’s cum reaches her chin and chest as Ran hits the side of her head. Rin cums in her throat, forcing her to stay in the same place.

After taking a moment to breathe, everyone removes themself as she lies there with tears in her eyes, worn out as she breathes heavily.

“We should change her now and then breed her when we’re home.” Ran states, leaning back against his arms as he sits on the ground.

“No, we should mate her and then change her.” Rin argues.

“No, sex now and then we mate her. I want to breed her.” Mikey pouts.

They continue their argument, Kazutora and Sanzu joining in as Y/n watches the brothers argue weakly.

“How about we mate her, breed and then change her.”

“It wouldn’t make sense to breed her up here.”

“Fine, let’s mate, change her and then finish breeding.”

She would’ve used this opportunity to escape if the stimulant hadn’t weakened her body. She can barely shift on her own comfortably. A hand rubs her forehead as it caresses her cheek. Tears fall as she mourns her brother, coworkers, and life before this moment. She couldn’t even fight as she lay in despair, awaiting her fate to live in the ocean and be tied to these creatures forever.

[uraveragelonelygay]

Danger

Colt Seavers x fem!reader

a/n: hey team! surprise! also, i despise the way this turned out. but i haven’t written in ages, so i guess I’ve gotta start somewhere. if it’s shit, i apologize in advance! but enjoy!!!

summary: you have an issue with your boyfriend’s addiction to danger. he doesn’t see the problem. but will he see it when the shoe is on the other foot?

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“you’re not listening to me.”

“no, i hear you loud and clear. you don’t agree with me doing my job.”

you and colt have been at it for the entirety of your lunch break. this all started when you heard from your coworker, hannah, in the animal welfare department that colt had agreed to perform a stunt involving him leaping from one helicopter to another. you were outraged to hear this through the grapevine instead of from your own boyfriend.

so, when he walked into your tent during lunch with that stupid smirk on his face, you just lost it. needless to say, he was not receptive to your worries.

you sigh, running your hand through your hair frustratedly. “that is not what i’m saying and you know it, colt. i’m just saying i can tell you’re getting riskier and riskier. this isn’t a car roll we’re talking about here, colt. this is literally leaping through the air. something that could absolutely be done through vfx.”

he takes a deep breath, trying to calm the conversation down. “you just don’t get it. the pressure to agree to something when you’re on set with everyone watching you…you just don’t get it.”

you furrowed your brows at this. “i don’t get it? i work on a film set too, in case you forgot.”

he can feel tensions are high, so he attempts once more to calm things by making a joke…one that happens to be in very poor taste.

“i mean, technically, but, don’t you just sit in your trailer all day and tell dogs to sit and stay? it’s not like you’re actually experiencing the pressures of hollywood,” he says with a chuckle.

your heart drops at that. no way did he just demean your entire life’s work to ‘telling dogs to sit and stay’. you’ve worked for years to be a professional animal trainer for screen and stage. it’s been your dream since you were a little girl growing up helping your parents with the animal sanctuary they founded.

“what did you just say?” you ask, shocked.

you see the fear on his face as he realizes the implications of his own words. “oh my god, no, i didn’t mean-“

you cut him off, a look of pure betrayal on your face. “no, i know exactly what you meant. now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to get some dogs to sit.”

“baby, wait, i-“

“out, seavers,” you demanded.

colt knew upon hearing you call him by his last name that there was no mending this right now, so he nodded his head in defeat and slowly left your tent.

you sat down in your chair and put your head in your hands, trying not to cry. deep down, you knew he was just trying to ease the tension of the situation with his typical colt-seavers-awkward-humor. but you just couldn’t shake the feeling his words left you with. he knew how hard you had worked for this position and how demeaning people could be about it. you just never thought that your biggest insecurity would be the bud of one of his jokes.

taking a deep breath, you stand up and try to shake off your argument. you had work to do.

~

meanwhile, colt is back on set, trying his best to focus as dan briefs him on what his airplane jump will look like. understandably, the stunt man is having trouble focusing. all he can think about is the look of complete and utter betrayal on your face after he made that joke. that stupid fucking joke. why couldn’t he have thought before he spoke, just this once?

“earth to seavers…” dan snaps in colt’s face, trying to get his attention.

“sorry, dan, you were saying?”

dan rolls his eyes. “you might wanna listen to this, considering it’s going to be one of the most dangerous stunts ever performed.”

colt cringes at that. “actually, dan, on second thought-“

dan’s walkie interrupts the conversation as a panicked voice comes through.

“we have a code red in animal welfare, code red in animal welfare.”

colt’s eyes widen at that. “dan, what the fuck does that mean?”

dan puts up a hand to shut colt up. “shhhh, i’m trying to hear it-“

“everyone please clear the area, emts to animal welfare, emts to animal welfare.”

dan speaks into the walkie. “can we request some elaboration on the situation please?”

the walkie beeps with a response. “koda got spooked.”

colt is terrified at this point, his heartbeat ringing in his ears. “dan…isn’t koda a black bear?”

dan slowly nods his head, worry prominent on his face.

“colt, i think you’ve gotta get to animal welfare. this could be bad.”

~

as you slowly regain consciousness, the first thing you notice is that you can only see half as well as usual. you lift your hand up to your face with a shaky hand and make contact with gauze that seems to be covering half of your face.

“oh fuck.“

your words startled a certain fall guy out of his slumber. upon noticing the panic on your face, he’s quick to move to your side.

“hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?” he gently asks.

“that depends,” you start slowly, “do i still have two eyes?”

he stifles a laugh at your blunt response. “yeah, don’t worry. you still have two eyes. it was a close one, though. he got you pretty good.”

you look at him confused. “what even happened? all i remember is koda getting overwhelmed and going to jump on me. everything else is lost on me.”

colt sighed. “you were knocked unconscious once you hit the ground, but from there koda did some damage with his claws. luckily, hannah was able to get him off of you before he-“ his breath hitches at the thought.

you squeeze his hand. “hey, it’s okay. it’s all okay.”

colt’s face crumples at this as tears fall down his face. you take his face in your hands and gently wipe his tears away. “what is it, honey?”

“i get it now. getting the call on the walkie. i get it. my heart fucking stopped because i thought that you were gonna-“

you press a kiss to his forehead. “shhh. i didn’t, though.”

“but you could’ve, and the last thing i would’ve said to you was that dumb joke that was the opposite of the truth,” he sobbed out.

“baby, i know that. i was just upset in the moment because it hit a sore spot, but of course i knew your true intentions. we’re okay, yeah?” you stroke his hair to calm him down, and the two of you sit there for a moment until his sobs become sniffles.

you bask in the silence, happy to still be alive and still be with him.

“i’m not doing it.”

upon your curious look, colt continues.

“the plane stunt. i’m not doing it.”

you sigh. “i just worry, but ultimately you do know best-“

he cuts you off. “no, no. i learned today how terrifying it is to watch you in danger of losing your life. i can’t imagine how you feel everyday on set. i’m not doing it.”

you smile. “well, i can’t say i’m not relieved to hear that.”

he smiles back at you.

“i love you, darling.”

“i love you right back, fall guy.”

[queenburd]

I played Zending last night and got to hear lines I’ve literally never, never heard before. It actually hurt.

Anyway here’s Zending fic. Im like. Neutral about it. It feels all over the place. Whatever.

—

He’s trembling.

Stanley sits at his desk, staring at the blinking green marker on his computer screen. He barely sees it.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

He stands abruptly. He steps out of his office.

“Where were all of his coworkers? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room—perhaps he had simply missed a memo.”

The voice is steady as ever. It does not waver. It does not whimper. It does not snarl.

Stanley will not be sick. Stanley will not crumple like wet cardboard.

He walks down the hall.

Takes the door on the left.

Goes to the boss’s office.

Turns off the mind control facility.

Steps outside.

Walks down the hall.

Takes the door on the left.

Goes to the boss’s office.

Turns off the mind control facility.

Steps outside.

Walks down the hall.

Takes the—

Both the doors close.

“Stanley, much as I appreciate you playing my game to its proper completion, I can’t help feeling like you’re not absorbing this the way you ought to.”

But—but Stanley is trying to, to play this properly. He’s trying to do what the fellow tells him to.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

“Your heart’s not in it, I can tell you that much. No, the story isn’t leaving the impression on you that it’s supposed to. You’re not getting anything out of it, which renders it moot.”

Stanley’s hands are balled up into fists. He grits his teeth tight to the danger of hurting himself. None of this should matter. None of it ever matters, he knows that. It always ends with him in his office, staring down a hall, a voice waiting for him.

“Well if it’s so meaningless, then why are you so adamant to play it?” The voice is offended, it’s clear by how it enunciates its words.

Stanley tries to breathe properly, a boiling anger making itself known.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

“And that! What is that, that you keep almost remembering? What in Heaven’s name has you so worked up?”

So it hadn’t bothered him, then? His voice breaking as he begged, pleaded—

Stanley grabs his temples. Squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to think about this. This is his enemy. It was a ploy, nothing more. He’s fallen for it, sure, but that doesn’t mean he needs to remember the vivid details of his shame.

“I don’t understand. What ploy, Stanley?”

Why was he pretending he didn’t know?! Does he enjoy mocking Stanley for being so gullible and weak? That Stanley would fall for such a cheap trick, some waterworks? Yes, fine! He may not like the fellow, but he’s not cruel and heartless! He—

“Stanley!” The voice interrupts, sounding honestly alarmed. “I’m not mocking you, I legitimately don’t understand. I—you’re starting to concern me, really!”

Stanley clutches his head and tries to control his breathing. The voice carries on, clearly anxious.

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into you. I know we went through the red door, saw the stars—did that ending really upset you so much? Because I—well,” it continues, sounding a bit put out, a bit disappointed. “I thought it was lovely. You didn’t like it?”

What part of throwing himself to his death repeatedly was Stanley supposed to like?

A long silence. Then:

“… what are you talking about? What does that mean?”

Wh—

He doesn’t remember?

“Stanley, what don’t I remember? What am I supposed to be remembering?”

He doesn’t remember.

A weight falls off Stanley’s shoulders.

“Stanley? Stanley, tell me what I’m supposed to remember!”

He inhales shakily to let out a sigh of relief. Okay. This changes things. He hasn’t ruined everything beyond repair.

“Stanley, don’t avoid the question!”

No, he doesn’t want to. He wants to play the game. He wants to move on.

“I cannot believe this! You’re behaving like a child! Just tell me what you’re hiding!”

No.

The narrator seethes. Stanley’s face is beautifully blank.

It’s for the best, honestly, that the narrator cannot remember. It’s a miserable thing, to remember. So Stanley doesn’t want to think about it, and that’s much easier to do when the other party can’t hold it over him.

“Fine. Fine. But you listen to me,” the voice hisses venomously. “I will find out what you’re keeping from me, if I have to rip it from your very skull. You try to keep your little secrets, Stanley. You’ll see. You can’t hide anything from me.”

The doors swing open with a bang. Stanley takes the door on the left.

He behaves all the way to the on/off switch, and then slams the ON button.

Alright, look, the fellow can work out some frustration. Stanley will press buttons in the meantime. They can both work off some steam and do something new. Win-win.

(“I just wanted—“)

There’s a low, dangerous chuckle.

“You don’t have the power you think you do. You never did, and you never will.”

There is no timer. The bomb goes off.

Stanley feels like he is flung into his office chair, and then he feels something—someone—pry its large, sharp claws into the fragile mass of his mind, and tear it open down the middle to rifle through the contents.

—

“If we just stay here, right in this moment, in this place… Stanley, I— I think I feel…. Happy. I actually feel happy!”

Stanley looks up at the stars. He watches the lights drift up.

It…

Fuck, but he has to hand it to the fellow. It is beautiful. Really, honestly beautiful.

But he can’t help how his eye keeps getting drawn to the staircase down to a door. Can’t help being curious.

“No… wait. Where are you going?” The voice is shaken from its reverie when he steps out of the room, like it was so entranced it almost hadn’t realized he’d slipped away.

He just wants to see what’s around the corner. They can go back, he just—

“Oh, no!”

Stairs. Stairs that go nowhere. Stairs that go up and up and up, with no other way but down.

Stanley feels his stomach drop. He steps back, through the doorway into the hall, and then turns on his heel and bolts to the room with the lights.

“Right,” the narrator says, clearly trying to recover, still frazzled. “Where were we?”

Lights. Lights. Stanley is staying here.

“Right. If we just stay here… we just have to stop moving.”

No moving. Okay. Okay.

The voice goes quiet. Stanley stays and looks up at the lights for a long time. His heart rate slows, his breaths deepen.

Okay. He’s feeling a lot more put together. And he can see that the narrator does want to show him something beautiful. He’s willing to try to compromise. He’s willing to play along, to meet in the middle.

The voice says nothing.

Very slowly, Stanley feels himself growing cold.

“We would both be so much happier if we just stopped.”

Oh. Stanley thinks he understands. It frightens him.

There is no story here. There is no progression. There is just this room. There is only the trap of happiness here, like the lotus eaters of the Odyssey. The cursed sweet fruit that keeps you from moving, from progressing.

That’s not a life. That’s not living. It’s only escapism. And all this means is that Stanley will never be happy here.

And, and the voice, quiet, lured in, eating the lotuses forever, will not reset, no matter how Stanley pleads. It thinks it knows what’s best.

Oh, god. He has to—

He has to—

Stanley inhales a shuddering breath and gets to his feet. Move. Move. Don’t think about it. Just move without thinking.

He makes it to the bottom of the stairs before the voice finally seems to come to its senses.

“No! What did we talk about?! You’re risking everything we achieved here!”

Stanley takes another breath to brace himself.

“Please, no, Stanley! Let me stay here! Don’t take this away from me!”

It pleads. It begs. When he doesn’t die from the first fall, it takes shuddering breaths and tries again to coax him to see reason.

God, he wants to. His steps are slow—pain creeps up his body.

But Stanley can’t. He knows he can’t. He knows that he’s not just fighting for himself.

He has to do this for both of them.

“I can’t go back to the way I was before!”

God, he’s sorry. But this isn’t living. He feels like he’s trying to hold an addict back from a drug, and it’s cruel, but it has to happen, it has to.

Stanley… is not this thing’s friend. He’s not. It tells him again and again that he has no power. He’s just a plaything for it. A toy. It keeps him in this unending prison and tries to break him when he does anything it deems a distraction.

But he likes to think he’s a good person. He doesn’t act out of malice. Mischievousness, maybe. It’s a little fun to see the fellow fuss, since he’s so dramatic. But cruelty? Stanley doesn’t act out of cruelty. It never grants him the same regard, it’s plenty cruel to him, but he doesn’t take any sick pleasure from trying to return the favor.

But this is cruel.

The voice cracks. With each fall, it loses hope. It gives up on him.

“I just wanted us to get along. But I guess that was too much to ask.”

Stanley wishes he felt angry. He wishes he could feel a spark of resentment at that statement, when the narrator has done so much to him that would dissuade any sensible person from considering that getting along was still an option.

He wishes it all the way down.

But all he feels is shame.

—

“I—“

The presence reels back, away and out of Stanley’s memories, out of repulsion or horror he cannot tell.

Stanley wants to scream. He covers his head and neck with his arms and braces for retribution, for the rage he expected when he first woke up after those stairs faded from his vision.

He had expected anger. Cruelty. Vengeance. He had tried to play along, to ease his punishment if he could. To maybe show his remorse.

(“I just wanted—“)

Fuck, fuck. It’s going to hurt him.

“I…”

He hadn’t done it to be cruel, he hadn’t done it to be powerful, he’s sorry, he knows he let him down, and he wishes the fellow could have just been happier not remembering. He could have kept this burden to himself.

“Why don’t I remember?”

It’s not directed at him. The voice is asking itself. It seems lost.

“I…”

There’s the rustling of papers.

“We. We go into the room,” the narrator starts haltingly. “We come to an understanding. And then I reset. I—that’s what it says. It says that I—but I didn’t—“

Stanley is shaking.

“But I… I couldn’t….”

Please. He’s sorry. He knows it’s going to hurt him, but please, don’t hurt him too badly.

“Oh, Stanley.”

It seems only now to notice him, his terror. His withdrawal. He doesn’t think it’s ever seen him so afraid, not even in the ending with the bomb. And of course it hasn’t. Because that’s just death. Death is scary, but quick.

Pain can last. When done by experts, it can last a long, long time.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

“Stanley?” The voice is small. It’s said the same way it was said when it asked him to please, please go back to the other room. “I’m… it’s. It’s okay. You’re okay. It—it’s going to be fine.” It strengthens a bit. Clears its throat. “It’s just an ending. It’s over, alright? We’re none the worse for wear.”

He gets the sense that, if it could, the voice would be placing a hand so gently on the spread of his back, between his stretched shoulder blades, in an attempt to get him to relax. Try to bleed the tension out of him.

“The lotus-eater comparison was… quite clever,” the narrator offers, a small olive branch. “I’m not angry with you, Stanley. After all, I did just see it all through your eyes. I know you weren’t being intentionally cruel.”

It doesn’t make things better.

“Well, no, but intent does matter.” The narrator sighs. “Gosh, you really weren’t kidding about that being miserable. Ignorance really is bliss, sometimes, isn’t it?”

Stanley chokes on a wet laugh. Understatement of the century.

God. It’s so unfair that the most beautiful place in the game so far is so dangerous.

“You liked it that much?” The narrator’s voice is hopeful and perhaps a bit shy.

Yeah. He had.

The fellow preens a bit, humming happily. “Well, I’m sure I can come up with something just as good. And—maybe—maybe I’ll remember now. Maybe we can go back.”

Stanley shivers.

“Oh, no no no, not now. Certainly not. Mustn’t be too careful. Poor fellow. What I mean is—if you need a break. Since—well, since we dealt with this far from that room, I’ll be able to keep this experience in mind. Maybe then I won’t make the same mistakes.”

Stanley doesn’t know. He’s not up for risking it right now. And the fellow doesn’t listen to him much, so he doubts that his prodding would have much effect, not if the narrator is so deeply entranced again.

The voice heaves a sigh again. “Well. It is your choice, in the end. Lord knows I can’t force you.”

The quiet drifts back in. After a long pause, where Stanley wonders if it’s retreated back into the hall, the voice speaks up again.

“Stanley,” it says, very very gently, as though trying not to spook him, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

His reaction startles both of them—he bursts into tears.

It’s just a release of the tension, he thinks distantly, while his body heaves and shakes. He was so unimaginably scared and ashamed, that the final acknowledgement means all that emotion needs an outlet.

Stanley cries. The narrator stumbles over his words.

“Oh, oh damn it all, I’ve made it worse, haven’t I? Stanley, I don’t know what I’m doing! I’m not good at this!”

No, no. It’s okay. He just needs to get it out. This is a thing he needs to do for himself.

“I. Okay.” The fellow clearly doesn’t understand, but he’s trying valiantly to give Stanley what he needs. “I’ll just, wait outside until you’re ready to continue the story.”

Fine. That’s fine.

Stanley lets it all shake out of him. It exhausts him, hollows him out. He comes out the other side feeling cleaner, if a little raw—like fresh skin under the dry peeling sunburn.

“There you go,” the narrator greets when he finally exits the office. “Ready to continue?”

The fellow sounds nervous, though it’s evident he’s working to hide it. Stanley scrubs at his face one more time, then gives a thumbs up.

“Alright.” He clears his throat. “Where were all of his coworkers? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room—perhaps he had simply missed a memo.”

Stanley takes a deep breath.

And then he hops out the window.

“Wh—“

There’s a palpable befuddlement to the voice, but it persists, working to stay on script. Stanley can’t help the sigh of relief.

He needed to be sure. He needed to know he wouldn’t be hurt for disobeying again.

The narrator huffs, strums his guitar, and insults him sternly, but the protagonist gets the sense that he’s just as aware of Stanley’s fears, and just as eager to provide him the proof that, yes, he is going to be okay.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

They are going to be okay.

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 5-Masturbation-Hisoka/Kurapika

Notes: sometimes I'm literally so tired I actually can't write. So because i know myself very well i always prepare a few like almost finished or half finished stories on those days when starting something new is just too much. So that's another reason the list will switch around and shit like that

Also title is from 'Pork Soda' by Glass Animals(songs slaps listen to it while you read thissss)

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Hisoka/Kurapika-Masturbation

Kurapika feels numb. It's lovely to see his friends again, but as he explains his powers to them, he can't ignore the empty hole in his chest. He feels directionless, floundering in a sea of people who seem to know exactly what they're doing. He used to be just like them. 

Killua interrupts his explanation of his powers, standing abruptly.

“Why would you tell us something so damn important!” He exclaims, his hands balled into fists in his sides. Kurapika looks down. 

“I'm not sure,” He says, looking away. “Maybe to distract myself from the fact that their leader is dead and gone, now.”

Leorio shrugs. “It'll be fine if we keep his powers quiet,” He says, confusion in his voice. 

“No, it won't,” Killua replies, clenching and unclenching his fists by his sides. “They have a mind reader, remember? And if we get caught again, they'll definitely find out about Kurapika.” 

“But,” Gon chimes in, “they didn't find anything last time.”

“Yeah,” Killua sighs, “because we didn't know. I only put two and two together a little later. If we end up near them again, it's over.”

“Well just keep our distance then,” Leorio says, his tone so casual compared to Killua's panicked voice. “You, and everyone else who knows Kurapika’s the chain user!”

Leorio's solution is so simple, so casual, it almost makes Kurapika laugh. Gon and Leorio really are quite similar in their simple mindedness. It makes him smile, in spite of things. The yellow wallpaper, the comfy cafe, his friends, Kurapika is slowly relaxing, letting his muscles sink into the cushions of the comfy couch. 

“Who knows you're the chain user anyway?” Leorio asks him. “It can't be that many people, right?”

Kurapika thinks, making a mental list.

“Well, my coworkers have seen the chains, but I don't think they would make the link if they were interrogated,” Kurapika says, counting off on his fingers. “And then my old mentor, but I doubt the phantom troupe would ever run into him.”

Leorio smiles. “So, you're pretty good right?” He asks. “Is that everyone, besides us I mean?”

Kurapika pauses, hands sinking into his lap. Hisoka knows, of course. Hisoka knows too much and at the same time nothing at all. But he doesn't know if he should tell them. How would they react, to the bare facts, or to the way Kurapika finds himself considering Hisoka sometimes. Kurapika shakes his head. He can tell them the barest of the facts.

“Well,” he starts. They turn to him, sensing the slight apprehension in his tone as he shoulders on. “I have been in contact with Hisoka.”

“What?” Leorio grunts in surprise.

“Hisoka?” Killua and Gon say in unison, surprise and worry in their voices. Kurapika nods.

“We formed a partnership of sorts,” He says, sinking back into the cushions and clasping his hands in his lap. “But with his target, the leader of the phantom troupe dead, I don't know what he'll do.”

“And he knows you're the chain user?” Killua asks. He looks the least surprised out of all of them. Leorio and Gon are still picking their jaws up off the floor. Kurapika nods.

“Yes, of course.” He says. 

“Did you guys fight?” Leorio asks, apprehensive. “I mean, like did he seem interested in them at all?”

Kurapika thinks back to that night, hot eyes and seductive smirks, and sighs.

“No, not really,” He says. “He said i wasn't ready to fight.”

“He's so powerful,” Gon says, eyes trembling with an odd type of excitement. Kurapika knows that feeling, or maybe an older, more dangerous version of it. Leorio laughs.

“Yeah,” He says. “I never want to fight him.”

Killua doesn't laugh or smile, but stares at Kurapika instead, eyes peering too deeply into his soul. Kurapika looks away,

“You're not telling us something,” Killua says, still standing. His hands have relaxed from their tight fists and rest casually in his pockets. Gon and Leorio turn to Kurapika expectantly, distracted from their Hisoka talk. Kurapika frowns.

“What do you mean?” He asks, hoping to dodge the subject. He really doesn't want to lie to his friends.

Killua just looks at him, eyes searching. “What exactly was the contents of this deal anyway?” He asks, plopping back down onto the couch. Some of the tension in the air releases. 

Kurapika smooths his expression to be as neutral as possible, and responds. “A trade of information” He says. The room sinks into silence for a moment. Killua eyes him, curious. Gon and Leorio just look back and forth, confused.

“That makes sense,” Leorio says. “Hisoka's pretty weird so this deal actually sounds pretty plausible.”

Gon nods. “Didn't he take a liking to you at the hunter's exam?” He says. “That's probably why he offered to help.”

Killua just frowns. “You're not lying, but there's something in the way you refer to him that's changed,” Killua says, hands knotting in the fabric of his hoodie as he continues. “It's a certain tone. I've never heard it from you before, I don't get it.”

Leorio just looks confused. “Tone?” He asks, “I don't hear anything.”

“Of course, you don’t,” Killua smirks, and Leorio balks, offended. “I've only ever heard it a couple times anyway. I guess it doesn't matter.”

Kurapika sinks onto the couch in slight relief. He doesn't want to think about the implications of what Killua is talking about. No normal person could ever hear something that slight, but Killua was no normal person. Kurapika cursed himself and his betraying mind and sighed. 

“Well, what are you going to do now?” Leorio is the one that asks it, interrupting Kurapikas slight shame spiral. Kurapika closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“I'm not sure,” He says, “I could—”

The loud ring of a phone cuts him off. It's his phone. Kurapika grabs it from his pocket and as his eyes catch on the screen name, his heart stops.

“It's Hisoka,” he says, his voice breathless with anticipation and fear. The others freeze.

The phone rings in the silence for a moment before Leorio speaks.

“Answer it,” He says. Kurapika nods, bringing the phone up to his ear and answering.

“Yes?” He says. Hisoka chuckles.

“Hello to you too,” He coos through the phone. Kurpika shifts on the couch. 

“Why are you calling me?” He asks, trying to be as clinical as possible. The others are staring at him, eyes locked on the cell phone resting against his ear.

“Aw, getting straight to the point?” Hisoka asks, “But I do so adore our playful banter.”

Kurapika almost rolls his eyes into the back of his skull, the other hand clenching in the fabric of his tunic as he remains silent. Hisoka chuckles.

“I have some interesting information for you,” He says. 

Kurapika can hear running water through the phone, and what sounds like music playing faintly in the background. He must be at home, wherever the hell that is. 

“What?” Kurapika asks, trying to squish down his anxiety. That can't be good. Hisoka chuckles.

“I was going to tell you over the phone,” He muses, “but I don't like that attitude. I'll meet you in a couple minutes.”

Kurapika startles. “What?” He asks, “Do you even know where I am?”

“Of course,” Hisoka says. Kurapika can hear the smirk in his voice.

“How did you—” Kurapika starts, then pauses. That's not important. “First of all, why—”

“See you soon~” Hisoka hangs up with a beep.

 Kurapika almost throws his phone across the room. The others are staring at him. 

“So?” Leorio asks. “What was all that about?”

Kurapika rubs his eyes tiredly and slips his cell phone into his pocket.

“I suppose we'll all find out in a couple minutes.” He sighs. Gon and Leorio look at him, and then at each other, confusion watches across their faces. Killua stares in shock.

“He's coming here?” He asks. Kurapika nods.

“What?” Gon asks, as Leorio says, “Why?”

Kurapika just sighs. “How the fuck would I know?” 

♥♥♥

Hisoka's arrival is heralded by the high pitched giggling of the pretty cafe worker at the front desk. They all turn in slow motion to stare, as a familiar red headed figure leans over the small desk, drawing a strand of the waitresses black hair between his fingers. He's dressed very unfamiliarly, in what looks like a black velvet tracksuit with a large heart on the back. His hair is down. 

“I'm working, sir.” The waitress giggles, in a voice that sounds like she really wishes she wasn't. Hisoka chuckles, and they all watch in shock as he leans down, pressing a kiss the the strands of hair in his pale hands. 

“How unfortunate,” Hisoka says, hand dropping her hair to caress her cheek. “I guess we just aren't meant to be~”

Kurapika rolls his eyes again. So fucking dramatic. His chest feels weird. Leorio seethes beside him. 

“What?” He hisses. “She wasn't into me at all!”

Gon rifles a giggle, and Killua smirks. Hisoka spins, dropping the waitress's face like a hot stone at their voices. 

“Ah, there you are.” His eyes find Kurapikas, pinning him to the spot. “I shall bid you farewell, my dear.”

This last bit is directed at the waitress, who nods dreamily. “Yes, mister,” she says. Hisoka strolls over in their direction, and Kurapika notices his face. The symbols that adorn his face are absent. With his face blank and his hair down, he really does just look like a normal guy. Well, an abnormally attractive man, but a man who you're more likely to see on the street. Kurapika shakes his head. No, not handsome. Fuck. Handsome in a perfectly detached, cold, clinical kind of way. Obviously. 

“Well, what a surprise,” Hisoka says, standing over them somewhat menacingly. “I wasn't expecting to see you here.”

The others remain still, maybe stunned into silence. Kurapika sighs.

“Sit down and stop looming over us.” He says. Hisoka smirks.

“But where?” he asks, gesturing with clawed fingers. “All the spots are taken.”

Kurapika looks around. Indeed, they are. With slight apprehension and a lot of resignation, he scoots away from Leorio and towards the end of the sofa. Hisoka chuckles and settles himself down between Kurapika and Leorio. He's wearing tennis shoes for once. 

“Well, ain't this just lovely?” He asks, and Kurapika watches as he produces a card from somewhere, spinning it on the tip of his finger.

“It's a bit tight,” Leorio grumbles. Hisoka just chuckles.

It is a bit tight. Kurapikas thigh is pressed up against Hisoka's back clothed one. A surprising amount of heat leaks off the magician's body. 

“Why are you dressed all normal?” Gon questions. Hisoka laughs.

“It's my day off.” He explains, swinging the card from his finger. The three of hearts swing mesmerizingly as he continues. “And anyway, I was going to take a shower.”

“You take showers?” Leorio mumbles. 

“How rude!” Hisoka grumbles. “I am mostly human, you know. You really should take some notes though. And lighten up with the ax body spray.”

“Mostly?” Killua murmurs, but Leorio is too mad at the dig to notice.

“I shower plenty!” He exclaims. “And why were you all over that pretty waitress anyway!”

“Hmm, was she not into you?” Hisoka coos, and Leorio bristles. 

“She wasn't like not, not into me…” He grumbles. Hisoka smiles sympathetically.

Leorio looks so mad Kurapika would expect steam to start leaking out of his ears at any moment now. 

“ I thought you were only into powerful people anyway!” Leorio grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest.

“What are you talking about?” Hisoka says, raising an eyebrow. Kurapika frowns, trying not to look curious. He really doesn't want to dig deeper into that, and thankfully he doesn't have to. Sometimes it's nice to have stupid friends. 

“You're always going on and on about potential,” Leorio says, still glaring into the ground. Killua and Gon humm in agreement. 

“Yeah, you seem pretty into power,” Killau says, crossing his legs.

Gon nods, kicking his legs on the edge of the couch as he speaks. “I thought you only had crushes on people who were really powerful.”

Hisoka laughs. “A crush.” He says, running a hand through his hair. “How cute.”

Silence falls. Kurapika waits for him to continue, to say anything. But all Hisoka does is sit very still, smiling slightly. The silence feels oppressive. 

“Care to elaborate?” Kurapika says, finally breaking the silence. He can't take it. He's curious for some reason. 

“Wouldn't you like that,” Hisoka says, waving a hand vaguely in the air. Kurapika scoffs.

“Not really,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. Hisoka looks at him curiously. 

“What's got you so upset?” he asks, raising a thin eyebrow. Leorio and Gon nod emphatically. Kurapika can feel Killua’s piercing eyes staring him down from the couch. He tries to hide the resentment in his voice. 

“Nothing.” He says, controlling his face. No one believes him. He speaks again, trying to shift the room's attention back onto Hisoka. “Do elaborate, Hisoka.”

Hisoka looks at him for a moment, face blank, yellow eyes peering into his soul, and decides to take pity on him.

“Different types of interest.” He says simply, crossing one leg over the other. 

“Isn't there only one type of interest?” Gon asks, big eyes wide in confusion. Killua looks equally as confused, and both of them trade looks of confusion. Leorio shakes his head.

“No, I think we’ve interrogated Hisoka enough.” He says, hitting Hisoka roughly on the shoulder. Trying to wrap up the conversation because they have to explain the birds and the bees to two very confused 13 year olds. And Kurapika can't think of a worse group to explain such a delicate subject. He didn't have enough experience and based on Leorios, just, energy he probably had even less. And Hisoka. Oh god, Hisoka. That man had probably what could be considered too much experience. Kurapika sighs, reeling in his misplaced annoyance and valiantly tries to change the conversation. 

“Hisoka, what did you want to tell me?” Kurapika says calmly. 

“Ah, yes.” Hisoka turns in his direction. They're a bit close. Kurapika controls his breathing.

“You saw the corpses of the phantom troupe members correct?” He asks. Kurapika nods. The images are flashing through his mind, the bent, broken bodies of his enemies. The enemies he had vowed to defeat. He blinks the anger away, and responds.

“Yes?” He says. Hisoka smiles, lips curving upwards into a cruelly tender smile. 

“They were fake.” 

The air goes still. Everyone has frozen around them, and all Kurapika sees before him is Hisoka. Yellow, cat-like eyes, pale skin, full lips. All he can hear is his own breathing, the intense beating of his heart. The world had come to an abrupt stop, a faint ringing in his ears becoming louder and louder. Hisoka's eyes are locked on his face, those yellow irises almost completely covered in the endless black of his pupils. Kurapika feels himself being dragged into the darkness. Images are spilling unbidden into his mind, tangled messes of the ‘corpses’ and then a hazy memory of his dreams, and then he was pulled to the present by a card falling gently into his lap. 

Hisoka looks down, and the card flies away from Kurapika and back into Hisoka's clawed hands. He smiles, ful lips carving too alluringly for Kurapikas liking. He shakes himself out of his daze. 

“What?” He says. His voice is too breathless, but he can't bring himself to care. “Fake? You mean they're still alive?”

Hisoka smiles. “Correct.” He says, turning away from Kurapika. It allows him to breathe. In, and out. In and out. They're alive.

“You're simply giving me this information?” He asks. His voice is full of way too much emotion for him to be comfortable, but he can't control it as he continues. “Why?”

The air holds its breath. Everyone around him is tense, but all Kurapika can feel is his heart beating in his chest. All he can see is Hisoka’s profile. He's staring into the distance, absentmindedly flipping his card, around and around. Sharp nose, long bright hair gently covering his eyes, shading the top of his face from view. Hisoka doesn't often make expressions. The only expressions Kurapika has ever seen on him are mild interest and slight annoyance. But right now, his face is blank. Startalightly, strikingly, blank. It unnerves him.

“Hmm,” Hisoka hums. “Who knows.”

The air falls, as chaos breaks out.

“What?” Leorio shouts again, and Gon and Killua both speak at the same time. Kurapika's heart is still pounding in his chest. Hisoka simply ignores the chaos, rising to his feet and sauntering around the coffee table between the two tables and towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Kurapika asks as the others join in the hubbub. Hisoka laughs.

It happens so suddenly. Hisoka is in his view, and then he's gone, and Kurapika can feel breath on his neck and a card tracing the outline of his jawline. Hisoka's breath tickles his ear, as he whispers.

“You owe me.” He says. And then he's gone as fast as he had come. The bell on the door tinkles and all Kurapika is left with is the lingering breath on his cheek and the information weighing on his heart. 

The others stare after him in shock. Leorio directed his gaze at where Hisoka had been. Gon and Killua simply look confused. Killua is the first one to speak.

“He's acting odd,” he says, settling back into the cushions with a sigh. “But I guess he's being helpful.”

Leorio shrugs. “He's always odd,” He says. But Kurapika can hear something in his voice. Leorio is older than the boys across from them, with the life experience to clock Kurapikas growing feeling of restlessness. He really, really doesn't want to admit something he already knows is true. Kurapika sighs, and simply prays he won't say anything. The boys wouldn't understand. 

Thankfully, Leorio just sighs. 

♥♥♥

His mostly empty hotel room greets him as he closes the door behind him with a slam. Kurapika sighs, sinking onto his bed with a thump. He feels so tired, and yet at the same time, energized. 

The phantom troupe is alive. Kurapika jumps up, pacing circles around his drap tan hotel room actively. Of course, a skilled conjuror could have pulled that off easily. Kurapika sighs, stopping dead in the middle of his hotel room.

He should have guessed that. He should have factored that into his calculations, anything. He should have known. Damn it.

Kurapika resists the urge to hit something, instead deciding on the much more acceptable option of a nice bath.

He saw the hotel had some complimentary bath bombs, he could order some fuite from room service. Yeah, a bath was a good idea.

Kurapika sheds his blue outer tunic thing(a/n i never write these but i dont know what to call what he wears?? whatever), tossing it onto the untouched bed with a flop. He lets his chains vanish, taking deep breaths to will away the tension of today. 

He was worked up, sure, but there was something else niggling at the back of his mind. Something more embarrassing. Hisoka. He was just sitting there in the beach of Kurapika’s mind like an annoying roommate who refused to pay rent and refused to leave and was constantly distracting him with unwarranted sex appeal and—

Kurapika’s spiraling thoughts are interrupted by room service, with his fruit. He takes it, tipping them extra for interrupting his sexuality crisis, and starts the bath water with a deep sigh. 

Hisoka is an enigma. He seems to be a being driven purely by instinct, but at the same time, it's clear he's extremely intelligent. His abilities aren't overpowered or world-ending, but every single fight he engages in he walks away from the winner. Kurapika knows that even with his powerful abilities, Hisoka would still find a way to win. Somehow, he would factor in a way to escape mostly unharmed and all the better off and Kurapika almost hated—

This time his ranting is interrupted by his phone ringing. Kurapika grabs it, hand stilling when he notices the number. 

Hisoka, again.  For a moment, Kurapika doesn't answer. He's almost apprehensive to answer. But shoving aside his silly sexuality crisis, Kurapika answers. It could be something important. 

“Yes?” Kurapika says.

“Hey~”

Silence falls. Faintly, through the phone Kurapika can hear the sounds of running water, and the faint sounds of Jazz music. He thinks he can hear a woman's voice speaking, but he's probably just hallucinating. 

“Why did you call me?” Kurapika asks, switching off the bath tap, and dropping a bath bomb into it. He watches the pink foam fuzz across the surface of the water as he waits for Hisoka to speak.

“There was something I forgot to mention,” Hisoka says, and Kurapika is sure he hears a woman's voice in the background. She sounds so sensual. Kurapika rolls his eyes. 

“You sure you should be calling me now?” He asks. 

“What?” Hisoka replies, sounding genuinely confused. Kurapika would applaud himself for pulling an actual emotion out of Hisoka but he's too busy being impulsive. 

“What about your lady friend,” Kurapika says, trying to sound aloof and worried about important things as he continues. “I wouldn't want to ruin your date.”

Silence falls for a moment, and Kurapika watches the bath bomb dissolve in the water again, the pink bubbles forming swirls that remind him of the clown's hair. Finally, Hisoka speaks.

“My date, yes with the lovely woman who runs the heavens arena fights,” He chuckles, and Kurapika suddenly feels very stupid as he continues, “you should figure out that crisis of yours.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Kurapika says, sounding too impulsive even for his liking. 

He knows what crisis. He's not going to admit it though, he can be just as stubborn as Gon if he wants to be. 

“Mhm,” Hisoka hums, and Kurapika thinks he hears the rusting of clothes. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, in spite of himself. Hisoka chuckles.

“Showering,” He says. “Anyway I forgot to let you know that they know about you.”

Kurapikas blood runs cold. But not cold enough to distract him from the sudden images of Hisoka stripping that just ran though his mind. 

“How much do they know?” 

“Don't get all worked up.” Hisoka chuckles, “They call you the chain user.”

Kurapika hears a door slam. The sound of running water is louder now. 

“That's all?” He asks, double checking the temperature of his own bath. It's still a bit hot. 

“Mhm,” Hisoka hums. “They don't know gender, appearance, or about your little crisis. They don't know much, really.”

“There's no crisis,” Kurapika grumbles, taking off his earrings and setting them on the bathroom countertop. It's odd to have such a casual conversation with Hisoka of all people. The others would probably stare at him like he'd grown a second head. Hisoka chuckles.

“If only we were staying closer,” he hums, letting the sentence trail off. Kurapika coughs, pulling his linen undershirt over his head. Hisoka chuckles.

“I'll be in contact,” he says, and before Kurapika can protest he hangs up. 

Sighing, Kurapika sheds the rest of his underclothes, and slips into his warm bath. It's lovely, and for a moment as the warmth sinks into his bones, Kurapika feels peace. And then his brain starts running.

He isn't having a crisis. Hisoka is just saying things, he's just saying the weird shit he usually does. 

Kurapika sinks into the warm water, closing his eyes against the harsh lights of the ceiling. What had the point of that call been again? Right, they knew about him. The way Hisoka had said it sounded like they didn't know much, but it was still nice to know. 

The sound of running water in the background of the call had been kind of distracting, but Kurapika had been able to sort the important information out of the noise. 

Kurapika wondered where he was staying. Maybe they were close. Kurapika closes his eyes feeling a bit drowsy and pliant. The warmth of the bath soaks into his bones, steam filling the small bathroom, fogging up the mirror. Hisoka must be at a different hotel, the one he was staying at didnt have a separate shower. 

Kurapika could picture it, almost too clearly. 

In the fogged-up bathroom, a tall figure behind the shower curtain. Pale hands running shampoo through fire-red hair. Eyes closed, head tilted up against the water flow. 

Kurapikas imagination traces the rivers of shampoo water as they trace down his neck, around the prominent Adam's apple. 

Kurapika stirs uncomfortably, shifting in the bath as the heat begins to fill his gut. The sickening smell of the bath bomb smells familiar.

The fog of heat obscures his eyes, making them hazy as they follow the rivulets of water. The water runs down his chest, catching in the pools of his collarbones. Kurapika feels the urge to lick them away. 

His dick twitches against his thigh. Kurapika ignores it, trying to shake the startlingly clear image of Hisoka in his mind. 

Kurapika brings a hand up through the bath bomb bubbles and covers his eyes. He feels hazy, his body trembling with desire. How had it come to this, truly. 

Images are eating at his mind again. Hisoka, dancing gracefully among the strikes of his enemies. Every movement he makes is graceful, like a dancer performing for an audience. Kurapikas delusional mind feeds him the lie that he performs for him alone. 

Kurapikas hand, the one not covering his eyes, strokes circles into his thighs, trying to relax. All this succeeded in doing it, filling his mind with more delusions. 

Hisoka's hands are clawed. They would probably draw blood if he pressed too hard. Kurapika muffles a groan into his hand, letting his hand finally grip his hardness gently. 

He feels like his sanity is gradually slipping away. Might as well fall with it. 

In his mind's eye, he can picture him. Collar Bones are visible in the tracksuit he wears. He's laughing at him. 

“You're desperate, aren't you?” The Hisoka in his mind coos, one of those clawed hands digging into Kurapika’s thigh. 

Kurapika groans, free hand gripping at the porcelain side of the bathtub. He's losing his mind. He cups his hardness loosely in his palm, stroking slowly, working himself up more. 

“I can see how much you want me,” Hisoka grins, hand dancing around his hard dick, gripping it gently. 

Kurapika groans. “Fuck you.”

Hisoka’s mouth forms into a smirk, his tracksuit gone. Kurapika gets hazy eyefulls of pale skin and muscles. He groans. 

“You should admit it,” Hisoka coos, hand jerking Kurapika off slowly, tortuously. “You want to be a good boy, right?”

Kurapika groans, stuffing a hand over his mouth to muffle his obvious sounds of pleasure. He speeds up his pace, clenching his dick harder in his hand. 

“I hate you,” Kurapika groans, body twitching as Hisoka plays him like a fine instrument. Hisoka laughs mockingly.

“Aww, don't lie.” He says, one hand winding up Kurapikas chest to pinch a nipple harshly. Kurapika groans, back arching as rivulets of pink bath bubbles tumble around him. 

“I'm not a liar,” Kurapika protests, body twitching with desire. He is a liar, and Hisoka knows it.

“Liars don't get fucked,” Hisoka coos, twisting Kurapikas nipples in punishment. Kurapika bites his lip soaked strands of blond hair sticking to his forehead. 

He's going to cum soon, and faintly he hopes the hotel has soundproof walls as both hands are occupied now, one on his poor dick and the other on his hard nipples. 

“Fine, you win.” Kurapika moans, his hands reaching into the air. He wants to grip Hisoka’s pale skin but finds him just out of reach. 

“Aww, that's not enough now.” Hisoka coos, hands driving him closer and closer to orgasm. Kurapika is almost at the edge. He would do anything for it, anything for him. 

“Beg for me,” Hisoka coos. Kurapika doesn't even hesitate.

“God I want you so bad,” He groans, back arching and Hisoka grins down at him. “I am desperate. Desperate for you.”

“For who?” He asks, yellow eyes hazy in the bathroom lights. 

“Hisoka!” Kurapika says, orgasms overwhelming him at the words. Hisoka smirks, melting into the hazy fog of the hotel bathroom—

When Kurapika is down, when he climbs shakily out of the bathtub with a small sense of shame following him every step, it really settles in how he's screwed.

Maybe taking this deal was a terrible idea. 

...

Endnotes: yaknow I really find the concept of Hisoka as a character is so fascinating. Cause like he's objectively really fucking hot. Like putting aside the odd costume and shit for a moment i know he's been some ppls sexual awakenings lol 

pls the main for are better than me i would fold in an instant its so bad

anyway i hope y'all enjoyed it. The Illumi/Reader/Hisoka one is literally half written i just couldn't do it tonight send prayers and kisses i'm dying over here

[honeysweetcorvidae]

🤡 🎶🦅🧠😬

(for this ask set! thank you!!) 🤡: What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

OH MAN. this is hard, because a huge portion of my work comes quite directly from going 'hey you know what would be hysterical.' if there's ever a bit in any of my fics that you look at and go "hmm it feels like they had too much fun with this" you are probably correct. for an actual answer to this, i'll give you all a treat (and a trick. in the form of imposing my Horrendous Scrivener Settings on everyone) and show the exchange that originally made me start writing my NG+, and which i swear DOES feature in something i'm actively working on:

🎶: Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

So I don't always listen to music while I write, since sometimes it distracts me, but I do listen to music while I come up with ideas! My process involves a lot of going out onto a swingset in my backyard and listening to weird nonsense. as for playing on loop... I get distracted and don't loop a lot of things, but last night i did listen to Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In about five times in a row?

🦅: Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

WELL. technically the latter; if I write an actual literal outline, then my brain decides i've Done the Thing and i don't need to touch it anymore, so that's a hot burner of a task. that said, I do usually know where my work is going and how it gets there before I put down much of anything at all- i plot things out, i just can't write them DOWN beforehand, because that's dangerous.

🧠: Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

I didn't get a character for this so I guess I'll just do Akira, since so much of his character is headcanon by necessity; I don't have any favorites, but I guess a couple I like thinking about are a) he's Genders Georg. they're all in there. and b) i think he has at least one younger sibling. he just has that energy.

😬: Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

oh GOD. you know, you'd think it would be winner take all or sinister or even honey-sweet, and while those WOULD be nightmares there is a particular kind of shame that cannot be surpassed and that shame is "writing a reader-insert podcast monster hallucinatory tentacle one night stand because i'm down bad for BigHands McSheWasn'tAToryYet"

anyway. thank you so much!!!

[kitkatopinions]

Having been thinking about the new ep all day, here's the thing about Ruby's explosion.

Yes, she was being irrational and harsh. Yes, as someone who has rejected all leader figures plenty of times and put her team in as the people making more choices, the narrative seeming to be trying to tell us that Ruby didn't ask for this is stupid and Ruby not acknowledging her own hand in the place she wound up wasn't good.

But it would be really disingenuous to act like WBY - and specifically importantly Blake and YANG her beloved older sister - haven't been being really oblivious, unhelpful, and unfair. Blake has at least been trying to help at the start of the season by being the one trying to keep situations from spiraling out of control and filling them in on details about the story, but even she hasn't been acting like they're actually in a serious situation, and Yang and Weiss have just been having massive attitudes the whole time not doing much at all. And even though Weiss has at least attempted a conversation with Ruby about her feelings, Blake and Yang specifically have barely done more than say 'Ruby?' questioningly and 'are you okay?' Like guys that is about the same kind of reactions I get from my coworkers when I have a headache at work. And I would be willing to overlook it if they actually acted concerned outside of those shallow moments, but instead they just act like it's an average day in Remnant where they can just banter and flirt and do slapstick humor. Let's not forget that there was literally a time where the team was walking and Blake and Yang were ahead just super caught up in each other giggling and almost holding hands, and Weiss and Ruby stopped walking to have a serious conversation while Ruby was just dejectedly unable to even talk about it, and Blake and Yang were still just walking along chatting like they didn't even notice. Like, yes they deserve love and no actually it wasn't their fault that the writers I MEAN the Ever After forced a confession, but it is their fault that they've been acting completely oblivious and uncaring to both the seriousness of their situation and Ruby's own struggles and pain. I feel like I'm justified in being frustrated by them and I feel like Ruby's really justified in being frustrated with them.

And Yang extending her arm out as if to protect Blake from Ruby? It's consistent enough with Blek to flinch away from any sort of anger or criticism, but Yang seriously was out there acting like Ruby was a danger to Blake? Ruby - Yang's supposed beloved baby sister - basically just said she feels like Yang doesn't care about her, said she was crumbling under the pressure she was facing, and couldn't just smile through it, and Yang's reaction is to angrily shield Blake without even a word to Ruby? No protest of 'that's not true,' no explanation of 'I was trying to give you space,' no guilt and apology of 'I'm sorry, I've just been so happy, I guess I didn't realize...' Imo the line there was pretty clearly drawn, my reading of that scene is that Yang will always prioritize Blake over Ruby and doesn't care enough about Ruby. I would never just stand there while my little sister basically said she felt like no one cared about her without telling her how much I love her, and I would never let a fifty year old man yell at my traumatized and crying little sister that it's her fault that someone is trying to kill her and destroyed others in the process without protesting it.

Speaking of Jaune, I think his blow up makes sense and a lot of what he said wasn't wrong. I'm making allowances because he's clearly been through a great deal and whether or not the 'Ascension' of the Paper Pleasers is actually a good thing or a full on death, Jaune thought it was a full on death and that everyone he'd been trying to take care of for years and years had just died and Ruby was talking about herself. But at the same time A. not everything he said was rational (like blaming Ruby for Neo hating her and coming to attack everyone,) B. Jaune's not one to talk considering that things like the Argus plot was his idea and the plans at the start of V8 were spurred on by his 'go for both' plot and he had no problem at all with Ruby's plan and helped carry it out and has also been treating their group as the end-all-be-all authority. And C. Jaune should not be here at all. This would be a much easier pill to go down if this was Ren (who has recently doubted their plans,) or a battle-hardened Nora (who has by her own words only made jokes and hit stuff and therefore would feel like less of a hypocrite for this,) or May Marigold (who has also doubted Team RWBY too) and all of that would feel better than the underdog hero Jaune with a history of stealing the spotlight and girls getting fridged for the sake of his pain yelling at Ruby the female protagonist for not being good enough and for being selfish. Like RWBY writers please think things through, this is a bad look. Jaune the character might have good points to make, but the rwby writers shouldn't have put him there in the first place! Especially since his pain takes focus away from Ruby's. And yes, obviously what he went through was bad and shouldn't be just dismissed, but let's remember that the writers are the ones that orchestrated - and often forced - every single circumstance that led Jaune to be where he is now.

Basically, I have problems with the argument scene.

[the-irken-pony]

👨‍🔧 gadgetgabe-unofficial Follow

Gadget Gabe here! Introducing the brand new BoneCruncher! This bad boy can instantly crunch ANY bone in your body! Just put it on your body and crrrrunch!

👨‍🔧 gadgetgabe-unofficial

Gadget Gabe here! I'm unsubscribing all of you from our newsletter you fucking freaks

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🦠 jeffersonsmithsonianseyebrows

Not my coworker screaming top volume at an anomalous customer because her snow cloud made the room like 2 degrees colder I can’t wait to quit this fuckass job

⚫ angelecl--deactivated12032018

op a//no//ma//lo//us *nom*ly etc are slurs, they literally mean "oddity" or "abnormal person". the correct term is "person with ECL".

🦠 jeffersonsmithsonianseyebrows

My friend who self ids as anomalous said ECL was bad though? I don't know the details myself since I'm not one so if someone who is could clear it up I'd appreciate it

🎇 anomnomnomaly Follow

Ffs E/C/L IS A EUGENICS TERM. IT STANDS FOR “ELEVATED CHAOS LEVELS” AND IS SPECIFICALLY USED TO MAKE US SOUND DANGEROUS TO JUSTIFY OUR "CONTAINMENT".

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wait isn't angelecl notorious for being aggressively anti-voluntarian?

🎇 anomnomnomaly

Yes they literally call voluntarians "voluntraitors" and even started a harassment campaign against a 16yo anomaly for posting voluntarian positivity so that tells you everything you need to know about them.

👾 crunched--icecream Follow

It's always anti-voluntarians saying this shit lmaooo

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🥪 sold-to-sandwich-city Follow

walks up to the toppat clans secret base and they let me in because im wearing a tphat and theyre a bunch of dumbasses who cant tell the difference btwn an actual member and some rando wearing a tophat

🥪 sold-to-sandwich-city

fuck it if this gets 1000 notes ill try this to see if itll actually work

🥪 sold-to-sandwich-city

okay fuck guess were actually doing this. okay

🥪 sold-to-sandwich-city

holy sshit holy fukcign shit they actualy letm e in lmaoooo

🥪 sold-to-sandwich-city

everyone is armed i hope no one fucking shoots me

🥪 sold-to-sandwich-city

oh i picked a bad time to try this

🥪 sold-to-sandwich-city

IM IN OUTER FUCKING SPACE?????????????????

🥪 sold-to-sandwich-city

since you people dont believe me

🌚 smilingshooop Follow

OH MY GOD

🌞 dayshoop-nightdawhoop Follow

Always reblog

🧙‍♀️ anomalesbian Follow

op any updates????

🥪 sold-to-sandwich-city

yeah they found out i didnt belong there bc they did a role call of all their members and found out that i wasnt on the list so i explained that i snuck into the clan for an internet joke but a bunch of ppl said i was super helpful during the govt raid or w/e (yeah the govt tried to stop them (us?)) sothey let me go with just a warning not to leak any of their secret info online

also they gave me a business card to call them for help for being a good toppat even though im not a toppat

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This was a wild ride from start to finish

🦓 speeeeeps Follow

op should change their url to sold-to-the-toppat-clan

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🐱‍👤 stickpageofficial-deactivated01012020

Just realized I haven't heard about that Henry Stickmin guy in a while what happened to him

🔮 lsdfkfhsdklfhskfjh3820937 Follow

idk I thought the govt got to him or smth? didn't hear what happened after that but there's like four different rumors floating around and I haven't bothered to figure out which of them is true

🚛 tedddddd Follow

Wait is it Stickmin or Stickman? I could've sworn it was Stickman.

🖇 involuntarianyourwalls Follow

It's Henry StickmAn, StickmIn makes no sense lmao

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sorry I live under a rock who is henry stickman

🔮 lsdfkfhsdklfhskfjh3820937

Who isn't Henry Stickman

⚪ stickminheritage

Henry Stickman Heritage Post

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👨‍🔧 gadgetgabe-unofficial Follow

Hey I just got an email from the actual Gadget Gabe telling me that if I didn't specify that I'm not actually associated with him he'd fuse me to a tree?? So uhhhhh url change?

👨‍🔧 gadgetgabe-unofficial

Idk man I think you can defend your brand integrity without turning people into fucking trees about it

💤 needanewjob Follow

Gadget Gabe isn't even an actual gadgeteer, he's a reviewer, also his products all suck ass anyways

🚛 tedddddd Follow

Yikes, and I was considering buying the Leafmöde he reviewed like two weeks ago. Guess I dodged a bullet.

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💖 anomaly-affirmations

Here's to the anomalies that can body fuse

To the anomalies that can body fuse but have no one to fuse with

To the anomalies that can body fuse but don't want to

To the anomalies that body fuse only sometimes

To the anomalies that stay fused full time

To the anomalies that can't fuse because it's not safe

To the anomalies that body fuse casually

To the anomalies that body fuse as a form of intimacy

Body fusion is one of the most visible types of voluntary abilities but that doesn't make it bad! You aren't a "threat" to other anomalies, or anyone, just because you can fuse!

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🌚 smilingshooop Follow

yaoi

🎧 comictoppat Follow

hi, toppat here, i showed this to my boss and he laughed so hard that his right hand man heard him from the other room and got concerned

🌚 smilingshooop

Toppat Clan-approved yaoi post

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Beautiful

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🦠 jeffersonsmithsonianseyebrows

Thanks man I'll just put this with the rest of them who fucking cares anymore

🦓 speeeeeps Follow

op how in gods name are you still breathing

👬 tpptbisexual Follow

10 bucks says op is from Arizona

🦠 jeffersonsmithsonianseyebrows

What was your first hint

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What do you think THSCverse tumblr would be like

[hahlilvndr]

Personal rant/vent on my experience with disability

Coming to terms with disability is so much to process. And finding out I’ve been disabled this whole time (my life) without knowing that my struggles even counted as such?? Is intense. 😵‍💫 I’m autistic, & I’m pretty sure I also have EDS, a common comorbidity with autism that’s evident for example in my weirdly flexible joints. These two disabilities, I’m realizing now at 32 years old, have been there the whole time. Just that fact alone exposes so much childhood trauma of parents & teachers mistreating me and taking advantage of this vulnerability through my growing up years. & it seems to have also triggered my predisposition to POTS after working at an Amazon warehouse til I got sick (I didn’t even last 2 months).

Amazon-is-evil storytime: After standing on concrete for “mandatory overtime” of 66 hours a week with monitored bathroom breaks, write ups for failing to maintain a working rate over 98%, LITERALLY dancing for managers handing out scratch cards in hopes that a “free” candy might ease the existential part of my pain at the end of the day, but actually hoping that maybe this scratch card that I danced “We’re All in This Together” for will be a Nintendo Switch this time. The crow I hallucinate when things get ROUGH is back, trying to keep me awake so I don’t pass out onto the industrial conveyor belt that I already injured my thumb on after dozing off on my feet that one day, & I know I’m supposed to be concerned with all this, even though my own doctors think I’m lazy, just trying to find excuses not to work. Well, I only started listening to these physical alarms after contracting a fever/diarrhea combo that put me out of commission for a whole month. I was automatically fired & locked out of the warehouse after this cause I didn’t have the PTO. Just 4 months later I would contract mono with permanent long-term symptoms. (Like how you can get long-covid from a covid infection. It’s also the same for many viruses, like Epstein-Barr. Though I eventually ended up with long-covid too. 🫠)

When it comes to POTS, that sort of physical activity is actually dangerous. All the blood drains from my head because my circulatory system cannot contract itself enough to keep the blood flowing vertically while I’m standing. So it’s no wonder I kept nearly blacking out at the end of every day requiring me to micro nap in my car after every shift just so I was capable of driving myself home. And this is to say nothing of my hour long commute!

This was all 2018.

Fast forward to 2020, I had just found some semblance of stability in my life, I had a full time office job that I was trying to ask for work from home accommodations for after recognizing that my difficulty with my now relatively short commute (15 min) still caused me to miss work because autism. I even began working on a pitch to form an accessibility committee in hopes of streamlining for others the grueling accommodations process I was dealing with just trying to stay employed.

Then the pandemic happened. I got to work from home for a couple weeks at first, but was refused my petition to continue. Even though other employees in my own department got to keep working from home. HR just bullied me into compliance, and required me to get an official diagnosis to “earn” WFH as an accommodation, but the psych that evaluated me insisted I wasn’t autistic, but living in a neurotic psychosis. Even though I scored 157 on the RAADS-R and met the criteria for symptoms, he insisted I was faking because I didn’t “look autistic.” (The fuck does that even mean????) Next thing I know just before clocking in at work, I got pulled into another room and fired. I wasn’t allowed to say goodbye to anyone, I was just immediately escorted out the building. I couldn’t even grab my personal things from my desk. They shipped them to me in a box. My coworkers would thank me in secret for standing up to HR’s constant ableism, racism, & transphobia (which I would frequently have to do) but they would never stand with me openly & that was what really felt isolating.

Anyway, capitalism is violence. It’s no fucking wonder the mortality risk of autistic people is twice as high as the general population. We’re not physically wired to handle this shit & then get systemically discarded for it because “metrics.”

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Hellooo can I request Dazai, Fyodor and Ranpo with a platonic, female reader that's younger and they giver her a headpat? Like she comes back from a mission and they're proud of her and they headpat her. And she goes 0-0? Ty, and bonne journee!

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Fyodor, Ranpo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humour

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.8 K in total

A/n: Im more into romantic stuff but hears for you :D

Part 2 with Chuuya and Akutagawa

↬Dazai

◆Ok I love this guy (not in a platonic way lmao)

◆I think that he would be a sweet person toward you.

◆I mean, you look so innocent that he just cant bring himself to tease you T^T

◆And since he has Atsushi, he wont ask you to do his work lol

◆Anyway… you got paired up with Atsushi to do a really hard mission. Since you were a rookie at the agency and didn't really expect this much danger, you were a bit careless and although you accomplished the mission, Atsushi got shot while protecting you.

◆You immediately took him back to the infirmary room and waited outside.

"Hes gonna be ok, you know?" Dazai smiled while witnessing how upset and worried you were. "Hes been through worse, and when I say worse, I definitely mean it" "I know, but…" you mumbled, trying to fight the guilty feeling that was taking over you, but failed to do so. "I was just holding him back. He was better off without me. Im sure he could manage to do the mission all by himself and not get a single scratch. I was just a burden to him" He simply chuckled and let out a small sigh. "Stop overthinking it. Youre not a burden" "Yes I- " your words were immediately cut off when you felt his hand on your head, gently caressing your hair. The guilt you were feeling was immediately replaced with a warm, sweet sense, which made your head turn to your coworker and look at him with your mouth widened. The shock and surprise in your eyes made him chuckle one more time. "What?" "Are you flirting with me?" "Wha- Oh my god!" You turned your head at the opposite direction, just to hid your heated cheeks, as you heard him laughing even harder.

↬Fyodor

◆This guy gets his way out of manipulation all the time.

◆But the case is a bit different with you.

◆Youre actually nice to him without having other intentions, so hes interested in you (in his own way, cuz I cant see him in love tbh)

◆The only thing you want from him is to treat you the same as you treat him.

◆He somehow feels like youre a trustworthy person, and he doesn't how to even predict your actions since youre loyalty has no boundries. You were like a underling or a partner; you were more like… a friend.

◆I don't think youre ever gonna hear him say that though.

"So? How was the mission?" He asked, while standing near the chair you were sitting on, looking at the soda you were drinking. "Meh. I did everything you told me to" "And? " "And It all went exactly the way you planned, and don't act like youre not already aware of that" You took a big sip of your soda to wash awat the exhaust you were going through. This mission was a tricky one, and it needed a lot of effort and energy. Fyodor put a small smile on his face, As he slightly patted your head. "Good job, y/n" And that was when the drops of soda got shot out of your mouth.

↬Ranpo

◆This is literally my first time writing about him so sorry if its not good enough.

◆Ok so hes not one to be proud of others or at least to show it, so were not expecting him to do much here.

◆Hes always minding his own business, and by that I mean mostly his sweets, and sometimes the cases he to solves.

◆But he watches you trying t get close to him to be friends, even bring him homemade cookies in addition to that, hes a tiny, tiny bit touched.

◆You really liked and admired the detective, and he knew that. (I mean bruh! this is Adogawa Ranpo were talking about)

◆So he lets his guard down a bit. Maybe youre not that dull after all :)

"Phew! Finally I can have a rest" You sighed out of relief, sitting in front of Ranpo who was decorating his desk with his sweets. He gave you a small look before grabbing the pocky Packet. "Don't get your hopes up. Kunikida will make you fill another report in a few minutes" "What? But I just came back from a mission! I worked really hard! Don't I deserve a rest?" Your whiney tune made him look back at you, and examine the bruises on your arm that were the result of your hard work on the mission. He knew that working could be really exhausting, and he knew that you were serious about your occupation. Yeah, you did deserve a rest. You placed your head on the desk in front of you and closed your eyes to have a quick rest before starting to work again, when you sensed a hand, slowly patting your head. Your eyes immediately got wide open , and were pointed at the detective, who was looking at his candies while patting you. Ranpo. Adogawa. Was. Patting. You. "You did work hard. Well done" All of the exhaustness inside you faded away as you got excited and smiled at him. "Really?" "yeah" "So… Can I have a cookie?" "Know your place, y/n" "Tch, youre so mean"

Reblogs are appreciated :)

[a-boca-do-inferno]

good girl (john milton x reader) [request]

summary: He was obviously, impertinently handsome, and you were pretty sure it only made him more dangerous.

warnings: light smut, dubcon-ish

words: 1.2k

notes: heads up: dubcon warning is annoyingly subjective and up to your interpretation im sorry. i mean the guy is literally the devil what else could i do lol anyways. its a bit confusing but nsfw so im excused <3 enjoy!

You blinked once, trying to grasp what was going on. Suddenly everything around you was blurry and big, dark orbs were all you could see, piercing through your soul as they scanned you up and down. You felt long, thick fingers travel to the hem of your skirt, threatening to get under it. As John took a step closer, wetness greeted your underwear and you blushed terribly. His scent was strong, intoxicating, like some sort of pheromone. It pushed you to the edge, literally; causing you to stumble backwards slightly, leaning against the table behind you both.  

“Careful there, sweetheart”, he coos and you let your eyes fall shut, feeling overwhelmed by his tight grip on your body. John smirks, noticing his striking effect on you. “You like that, huh?”

Your flustered cheeks get even hotter. “Hmm, yes...”, it’s all you can master with words. 

The air was getting into your lungs with some difficulty now, as your breathing cut off at the smallest movement of his fingertips on your skin. You opened your eyes again and suddenly the whole room was dim with only his figure visible to you, as if a spotlight was pointed at him from above. You felt somewhat dizzy and the heat on your face grew stronger by the minute, enough to form the sweat dripping off your neck. Despite your confounded state, you lifted your hand to try and clean it, but John caught your wrist mid-air, going at the salty liquid to lick it off, his cold tongue causing your hairs to stand on end.  

You blinked shocked and aroused, pressing your lips when he made a trail with his tongue all the way up to your jaw, biting at it for good measure. His calloused hands went up to cup your breasts next, squeezing them ever so slightly, and you couldn’t help but blurt out a loud moan. He let out a deep, satisfied chuckle at your response, putting you closer to him so your mouths were almost brushing against one another.  

“Good girl”, he mocked, slowly unbuttoning your shirt.  

“(y/n), will you take this to Kevin?”, you jumped a little when your coworker approached your desk, handing you an envelope. You stared at her with a light blush on your face, trying to forget the torrid thoughts you were having just then. With a nod, you took the document, already getting up from your seat. She looked sternly at you, “don’t take too long, we have another case in a few hours.”  

“Alright.” 

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to Kevin’s office, hugging the document against you protectively. It was only your second month working for Milton, Chadwick & Waters, so you couldn’t deny you still felt a little nervous from time to time. You were competent and did your work very well, however, because of the huge prestige the company held, you couldn’t help but feel a bit inadequate in that environment.  

Maybe it was due to your humble roots, as you had to struggle and really persist to follow into the law career; all you knew is that you’d probably be forever grateful for John Milton’s faith in your skills. As a young attorney with little experience, you were used to big law firms’ rejection, despite your flawless record, so of course getting this job was a pleasant surprise. High pressure as well, sure, but you could get used to it, too. You’d already been through much worse, arguably. 

“Come in, (y/n)”, Kevin waves at your head peeking out the door. He is talking to someone on the telephone, but his eyes are on you for the rest of his conversation. “Okay, we can talk about that in person. I can’t really understand anything you’re saying right now. Talk to my secretary and she’ll schedule you. Bye”, he puts the phone down, then points to the envelope still pressed close to your chest. He smiles a bit, “is that for me?” 

“Yes, sorry”, you come to him, feeling embarrassed at your sheepish behaviour. Something about the men in this place just got you really uneasy and self-conscious, you didn’t quite know why. “Here you go”, you hand him the document. 

“Thank you.”  

You turned to leave, walking back to your own office. The giant windows to your side caught your eye and you contemplated the great view of New York City, completely immersed in your thoughts. When you stared ahead again, your steps came to a screeching halt before you almost bumped into John Milton. His shoulder still briefly made contact with yours, making him stop in his own tracks to take a look at you with his signature charming smirk.  

“You look spooked there, sweetheart”, he states visibly amused, holding you by the shoulders in a surprisingly gentle manner. His warm gaze hovered your features intently for a moment as he continued, “you okay?” 

“Yeah!”, you replied instantly, a little taken aback by the kindness in his tone. He wasn’t exactly cold with you, but that was probably the first time he ever actually acknowledged your existence after hiring you. With a shy smile, you added, “I’m sorry. I’ve just been a bit distracted lately, it seems.” 

“Oh, forget it”, he waved dismissively, patting at your arms afterwards. “Just be careful not to trip and fall, you never know who may be around to catch you”, his voice sounded light-hearted, yet the look in his eyes was strangely malicious.  

Sly.  

It was somewhat disturbing. Underneath all the charisma, John often came off as borderline haunting to you, even though you’d only really held a conversation with him twice. You just couldn’t help but feel a slight shiver whenever he was around, as if his presence itself changed the whole atmosphere. He had a dense, intense personality. You supposed that came with money and power, although you couldn’t imagine John Milton any other way, even when — or if ever — he was poor.  

Perhaps men like him simply had this frighteningly authority about them, you mused to yourself, choosing to believe it wasn’t anything orchestrated on his part. He was never offensive or unpleasant with you or anyone else, it seemed, as everyone in the firm loved him, so maybe it was nothing but a misconception of yours. Still, you shuddered under his almost forceful glance, deep brown eyes as dark as they ever were. Adding to his magnetism, he was also obviously, impertinently handsome, and you were pretty sure it only made him more dangerous.  

You couldn’t avoid the heat on your face at these observations, immediately staring at the floor to escape his engulfing presence. Suddenly your whole body was boiling hot and his touch somehow burned at your skin as his hands remained on your shoulders, a sudden urge of arousal coming over you at that simple contact.  

“I...”, you gulped, smiling sheepishly as you got out of his grasp. If John noticed your silent distancing, he either didn’t care or didn’t show it, remaining with his agonizingly constant stare at your every movement. You cleared your throat, finally regaining your posture. “I better go now, still have some work for the day.” 

“Don’t let me stop you”, he hums, going to the side to make way for you to pass, and you only nod in response. As you took the first step to walk off, John whispered close to your ear, “good girl.” 

[karahalloway]

Riley Brook’s head jerked up from the keyboard she’d been furiously typing on, her lush auburn brown curls bouncing freely, her deep emerald eyes wide

You can see why she's dangerous lol

to the coworker sitting at the desk across from her who looked completely disinterested as he lifted a shoulder and brought a sandwich to his mouth, lettuce and mayonnaise falling onto his desk.

Gross. That’s what the break room was for.

Agreed! 🥴Though the mental image of this description is so perfect! I feel like I am literally there in the newsroom!

Sliding into the passenger seat of his own vehicle, he glanced over at the woman in the driver’s seat, “It’s my car, Riley…”

“Don’t be a baby,” she admonished him as she put the car in gear and flew out of the parking garage, “Besides, I like to be in control.”

Yup... these boys don't stand a chance!

“Yeah….” His eyes tracked across her face then dipped down her body, a flush creeping across his cheeks before he turned toward the window, “Just try not to sideswipe anyone this time.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“Which time?”

“Any of them!”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Are we really going to just leave her in the middle of the street like that?” Max yelled after her.

Riley answered him over her shoulder without slowing down, “No one’s going to tow it right now. The cops have bigger fish to fry. Come on!”

Fair point... unless you come across this guy... 🤣

His onyx eyes held several emotions, the primary of which was annoyance.

“Are you still mad?”

Whoops! Can't wait to find out what she did to make Liam be wary of her! 😆

Max’s gaze swung from Riley to Liam then back again, “Whatever happened between the two of you anyway?”

Riley shrugged, “Nothing that wasn’t mutually beneficial.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning none of your business!”

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn’t the scruffy underdog and her mangy sidekick.” The voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

Eugh... Neville...

Riley turned with disdain toward the biggest pain in her ass. Neville VanCoeur, the highest-ranking journalist at their rival publication, The Cordonia City Herald. He had curly, dirty blonde hair that he kept gelled so thickly to his head a hurricane wouldn’t move it an inch. His face was fixed in a permanent sneer unless he was on camera, and he’d had it out for her since day one.

But this line about his hair still cracks me up! 🤣🤣🤣

Probably because she’d turned down both his sexual advances and his job offer.

😬 I hope you do a flashback of this convo at some point because I am imagining all kinds of epic!

“Scruffy underdog isn’t the insult you think it is, Johnny Bravo.”

Max erupted into gales of laughter as Neville stiffened, “Who is Johny Bravo?” he sneered, making Max laugh even harder.

“Your long-lost twin, ass wipe,” Riley smirked at him before turning her back to scan the crowd, looking for a neighbor that might talk.

She stomped her foot on the ground in frustration as her eyes fell on the spot the ambulance had been. “Hey, Max, I have an idea!”

Max listened and a mischievous grin spread across his face, “I’m on it!”

👀👀👀👀👀

The man’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “Why would you tell me this?”

“Oh, am I not supposed to?” Max acted startled, “I’m new at this. I thought we all helped each other out like that! Isn’t that how it works?”

Max watched the photographer whisper to Neville who looked gleefully around before sneaking around the parking lot to the back of the building. He gave Riley a thumbs up.

Riley waited for Max’s signal, then found a uniformed police officer, “I’m sorry to interrupt but I just saw that reporter go around back. Aren’t they supposed to stay on this side of the caution tape?”

Suck it, Neville! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Be careful with Estelle!” Max yelled at her as the car went up onto the sidewalk.

🤣

“How old are you, Max? Twenty? Twenty-one?”

“I’m twenty-three, Riley. I’m a grown ass man.”

“I’m only five years younger than you, you know.”

“Only,” she snorted, “Five years is an entire college career and then some.”

Max let out a frustrated exhale as he shifted in his seat, “Whatever.”

Poor dude...! He's got it bad 😅

It was a squat, one story structure made of faded brown brick with a row of tiny windows stretched across the front and a red windowless door in the middle. Actually, the door was just off center, a detail made her want to knock it down with a wrecking ball.

“You know I can’t tell you that,” Hana admonished.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Riley shot Max a meaningful look, her eyes darting from his to a manila folder laying on Hana’s desk, before stepping closer to the other woman.

Yes. Don't leave stuff lying around when Riley's there or it will be scooped up for tomorrow's scoop!

“Are you going to be at the bar later?”

“The Beat?”

LOVE THE NAME!!!

“Yeah, I don’t really keep up with that type of stuff.”

“Really?” Surprise pulled through her, “You’re a Beaumont.”

“Not a very good one,”

“I took pictures of him for this PI I work with sometimes.”

Next stop... PI Drake! 🤗

“Walker and Son Investigations, it’s on Canal Street.”

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT!! 😍 ...is Jackson still around in this? Or is the name just a holderover from when he set the company up?

“Hold on!” She yelled as she yanked the wheel and skidded into a U-turn, “Canal Street, here we come!”

Murder at Vista Heights Chapter 1

Series: Law’s End

Episode 1: Murder at Vista Heights

Fandom: The Royal Romance (loosely, there’s not much canon in here. I've just borrowed the names).

Pairings: None yet

Word Count: 2,524

Rating: MA

Warnings for series: adult themes, any given chapter may contain murder, violence, language, drinking, drug use, etc.

A/N: Thanks to @harleybeaumont and @karahalloway for prereading and bouncing ideas with me.

A/N 2: Am aware that the physical description I gave Neville doesn't fit the face claim I chose, will be changing that and updating the character board soon.

“Riley! Riley! Come here!”

Riley Brook’s head jerked up from the keyboard she’d been furiously typing on, her lush auburn brown curls bouncing freely, her deep emerald eyes wide. Her gaze darted from the source of the interruption, who was standing on the other side of the room waving his arms at her, to the coworker sitting at the desk across from her who looked completely disinterested as he lifted a shoulder and brought a sandwich to his mouth, lettuce and mayonnaise falling onto his desk.

Gross. That’s what the break room was for.

She carefully closed the lid of her laptop before walking across the newsroom. Goddamn if she was going to let any of these vultures scoop her story or copy her work.

“What’s up, Max?” she asked as she approached the over-exuberant freelance photographer who often hung around the office.

His cobalt blue eyes sparkled with excitement as he ran a hand through his short, russet brown waves and practically danced in place, “You told me to tell you if anything interesting came across the police scanner!”

Riley grabbed his arm, her fingers sinking in almost painfully as she glanced around the newsroom in panic. Dragging him into the empty breakroom, she glared at him, “Keep it down! It’s not a scoop if everyone knows!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” He lowered his voice and leaned closer to her, “The seventh precinct was just called out to investigate a homicide!”

“The seventh precinct?” Her eyes widened, “That’s Liam’s beat! Did you get the address?”

“Of course!” He dangled the keys to his midnight blue Chevy Tahoe in front of her, “We can take my car!”

She deftly swiped the keys right out of his hand, “Fine. But I’m driving!”

“But-“ he tried to protest but she was already striding for the door. He quickly gathered his equipment bag and stumbled after her.

Sliding into the passenger seat of his own vehicle, he glanced over at the woman in the driver’s seat, “It’s my car, Riley…”

“Don’t be a baby,” she admonished him as she put the car in gear and flew out of the parking garage, “Besides, I like to be in control.”

“Yeah….” His eyes tracked across her face then dipped down her body, a flush creeping across his cheeks before he turned toward the window, “Just try not to sideswipe anyone this time.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“Which time?”

“Any of them!”

Max wrapped his hand around the grab handle above the window and held on for dear life as the Tahoe careened around a corner, “You know the murder victim isn’t going anywhere, right?”

“I want to get there before that asshole Neville! He’s not scooping me again!”

“Okay….” Max squeezed his eyes shut and said a quick prayer as his vehicle jolted over a curb.

The Tahoe skidded to a stop in front of the Vista Heights apartment complex. Riley hopped out and made a beeline for the crime scene.

“Are we really going to just leave her in the middle of the street like that?” Max yelled after her.

Riley answered him over her shoulder without slowing down, “No one’s going to tow it right now. The cops have bigger fish to fry. Come on!”

He hesitated only briefly before grabbing his camera and scurrying after her. He glanced back at the SUV doubtfully, but the sight of Riley’s retreating back spurred him on. He could always bail out a towed vehicle. Riley never waited for anyone or anything.

He kind of liked that about her.

By the time he caught up to her, she was leaning over the caution tape as she tried to get anyone’s attention, “Excuse me? Excuse me?”

“Stay behind the tape!” a uniformed officer yelled at her.

“I know that…” she muttered as her eyes scanned the area until she spotted a familiar face, “Liam! Liam!”

Detective Liam Rys turned his gaze toward the crowd as a voice he knew all too well screamed his name. Shaking his head, he strode over to the caution tape with his lips pressed firmly together, “I’m at work, Miss Brooks. How can I help you?”

“Sorry, detective,” she gave him a look that was half repentant and half teasing, “I was wondering if I could get a comment, or at least the name of the victim.”

“You know better than that, Riley. This is an active crime scene.” There was a slight edge in his voice as his eyes flicked over her shoulder to take in Max as well, “You both need to get out of here. Wait for the press release, like everyone else.”

Riley tipped her head back to look up into his face. At five foot seven, she was tall for a woman, but he had a couple of inches on her. The tailored suit he was wearing fit him perfectly and gave away his family background of wealth and privilege. He wasn’t buying Armani suits on a detective’s salary. His raven hair was cut short, not quite military short, but close. His onyx eyes held several emotions, the primary of which was annoyance.

“Are you still mad?”

“I was never mad, Riley,” he glanced at Max then leaned forward so only she could hear him. His breath tickled her ear, “But fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I’m not falling for your tricks a second time.”

Goose bumps cascaded down her spine at the  memory, “It wasn’t a trick, Liam.”

“Hm,” he pulled back with a smirk, “Right. That’s why my case ended up on the front page of the Cordonia City Ledger the next day.”

“Coincidence.”

“I don’t believe in coincidences so move along.”

“But-“ she watched his retreating back with a frustrated exhale.

Max’s gaze swung from Riley to Liam then back again, “Whatever happened between the two of you anyway?”

Riley shrugged, “Nothing that wasn’t mutually beneficial.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning none of your business!”

“I was just-“

“Max, look!” she punched him in the arm as the body was wheeled out and loaded into the back of an ambulance.

Max brought the Canon EOS Rebel up and started clicking furiously.

Riley’s eyes swept around the crime scene, looking for anything that would help her identify the victim.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn’t the scruffy underdog and her mangy sidekick.” The voice was like nails on a chalkboard.

Riley turned with disdain toward the biggest pain in her ass. Neville VanCoeur, the highest-ranking journalist at their rival publication, The Cordonia City Herald. He had curly, dirty blonde hair that he kept gelled so thickly to his head a hurricane wouldn’t move it an inch. His face was fixed in a permanent sneer unless he was on camera, and he’d had it out for her since day one.

Probably because she’d turned down both his sexual advances and his job offer. “Scruffy underdog isn’t the insult you think it is, Johnny Bravo.”

Max erupted into gales of laughter as Neville stiffened, “Who is Johny Bravo?” he sneered, making Max laugh even harder.

“Your long-lost twin, ass wipe,” Riley smirked at him before turning her back to scan the crowd, looking for a neighbor that might talk.

Neville’s response was lost as Riley made her way through the throng of onlookers, hoping for anyone that knew which apartment the murder had occurred in. No one knew anything.

She stomped her foot on the ground in frustration as her eyes fell on the spot the ambulance had been. “Hey, Max, I have an idea!”

Max listened and a mischievous grin spread across his face, “I’m on it!”

He quickly found Neville’s photographer and sidled up to him, “Dude! There’s a delivery entrance open around back! I got some amazing shots!”

“Really?”

“Really!”

The man’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “Why would you tell me this?”

“Oh, am I not supposed to?” Max acted startled, “I’m new at this. I thought we all helped each other out like that! Isn’t that how it works?”

“Sure, kid. That’s how we do it,” the guy gloated, “Thanks for the tip!”

Max watched the photographer whisper to Neville who looked gleefully around before sneaking around the parking lot to the back of the building. He gave Riley a thumbs up.

Riley waited for Max’s signal, then found a uniformed police officer, “I’m sorry to interrupt but I just saw that reporter go around back. Aren’t they supposed to stay on this side of the caution tape?”

“Yes,” the man was obviously annoyed, “Thank you ma’am, we’ll take care of it.”

“Any time, officer,” she smiled disarmingly at him.

Riley and Max ran back to the Tahoe, giggling the whole way.

“That should keep him busy for a while!” She laughed as she climbed back into the driver’s seat.

“So, we can get to the coroner’s office first, I presume?”

“Of course!” She started the car and threw it in reverse.

“Be careful with Estelle!” Max yelled at her as the car went up onto the sidewalk.

“Sorry, sorry!” She put it in drive and made her way carefully away from the crime scene. Curbs were one thing, she didn’t want to hit a pedestrian, and the street was now full of onlookers.

They drove in silence until they were clear of the crowd. Max relaxed into his seat with relief, but it was short lived as Riley gunned it the moment they were back on open road.

“Jesus, Riley! I want to get to the coroner’s office as a photographer, not a body!”

“Have I ever killed you before?”

“No…but there’s a first time for everything!”

Riley was quiet for a moment, then her tone turned serious, “Can I ask you something?”

Max’s face lit up at what he thought was a change of subject, “Sure Riley, you can ask me anything!”

“So, I’ve been wondering….Why did you name your car Estelle? That’s an old lady’s name, isn’t it?” She took her eyes briefly from the road as he answered.

Max gave her a flirty wink, “I like older women.”

Riley rolled her eyes as she returned them to the road, “Grandma old?”

Max’s face fell, “No…no, that’s not what I meant!”

“How old are you, Max? Twenty? Twenty-one?”

“I’m twenty-three, Riley. I’m a grown ass man.”

“Sure you are.”

“I’m only five years younger than you, you know.”

“Only,” she snorted, “Five years is an entire college career and then some.”

Max let out a frustrated exhale as he shifted in his seat, “Whatever.”

They pulled up in front of a small, nondescript building situated behind a UPS hub and across from a warehouse in the industrial district. It was a squat, one story structure made of faded brown brick with a row of tiny windows stretched across the front and a red windowless door in the middle. Actually, the door was just off center, a detail made her want to knock it down with a wrecking ball.

“This building is depressing,” Max muttered as he climbed out of the Tahoe.

“You always say that.”

“It’s always true!”

“Considering what it is, that seems appropriate,” Riley responded as she made her way into the building and down the hall to the morgue, bypassing the reception desk which was thankfully empty.

“Come in!” a voice called in response to her knock.

“Hey, Dr. Lee!” Riley greeted the woman with the lab coat.

“I told you to call me Hana,” the doctor was shorter than Riley, with warm caramel colored hair falling to her shoulders, deep brown eyes and an upturned nose.

“Sorry…Hana…I was wondering if you knew anything about the murder at the Vista Heights apartment complex earlier today.”

“Just brought him in,” Hana swept her hand toward the body on the table, “the cause of death seems obvious, but you never know. All homicide victims are autopsied, as you know.”

“Who is he?” Riley craned her neck trying to get a better look. The man on the table looked to be in his mid to late forties with jet-black hair and sharp features.

Max hung back near the door. He had no desire to see the dead body.

“You know I can’t tell you that,” Hana admonished.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Riley shot Max a meaningful look, her eyes darting from his to a manila folder laying on Hana’s desk, before stepping closer to the other woman. With a slight pout, she reached out and rubbed a hand down her upper arm, “Forgive me?”

Hana flushed slightly as a shy smile spread across her face, “It’s fine, I know you’re just doing your job.”

“And you’re just doing yours. I respect that.” Riley’s eyes flicked over Hana’s shoulder as Max closed the folder and gave her a thumbs up. “You said the cause of death was obvious?”

Hana hesitated, “I really shouldn’t say…” 

“I promise to keep your name out of it.”

“I mean…it’s going to be out there soon enough anyway. I don’t think it’s a huge secret that gunshots were fired just prior to 911 being called. That’s all I can really say.”

“Thank you!!” Riley knew about the gunshots because Max had heard that much on the police scanner. It was nice to have confirmation though. “We’ll let you get back to work!”

“Riley?”

She paused on her way to the door, “Yeah?”

“Are you going to be at the bar later?”

“The Beat?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Of course!” she grinned, “There’s been a murder! Where else would I be but the bar all the cops hang out at?”

“Okay, maybe I’ll see you there.”

“That would be awesome!” Riley gave her a wave then exited the room. The moment they were back in the car, Riley turned to Max and demanded, “Well?”

“Well, the victim’s name was Trenton Hayes, he was shot dead in his apartment.”

“Trenton Hayes…Trenton Hayes…” she searched her memory, “Isn’t he some kind of wall street tycoon?”

“Yeah, I don’t really keep up with that type of stuff.”

“Really?” Surprise pulled through her, “You’re a Beaumont.”

“Not a very good one,” he laughed humorlessly, “My contribution to the family empire consists of spending the money…”

“Okay….” She didn’t know what to say to that. She smacked him on the shoulder as she drove, “Well, look the guy up!”

“I am!” He swatted her hand away as he typed into his phone, “Oh, shit! I’ve seen this guy before!”

“Really? Where?”

“I took pictures of him for this PI I work with sometimes.”

“What? Why?”     

Max shrugged, “I don’t know. He pays me to take photos sometimes, or hack into shit. I wasn’t following the guy; I was following the woman he met with!”

“Who was the woman?”

“Katie Sloan.”

“Wait! The wife of William Sloan? As in, the head of Sloan Enterprises?”

“Yeah, that’s the one!”

“Holy fucking shit! Who is this PI? We’re going to talk to him right now!”

“Walker and Son Investigations, it’s on Canal Street.”

“Hold on!” She yelled as she yanked the wheel and skidded into a U-turn, “Canal Street, here we come!”

[opalesense]

Can I request Diluc going off on a long journey with the traveler and his s/o gives him a fat smooch goodbye in front of everyone and he’s like 👁👄👁 all embarrassed

one goodbye kiss

diluc & gn!reader

1k words • ~6 min. read

summary: you accidentally fluster diluc in the middle of the tavern by giving him a goodbye kiss before he sets off on his travels.

warnings: none!

notes: HAHAHA THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE??! also i’m really sorry i took so long to respond ghdhhsg my mind has been in nsfw land lately... but thank you for requesting, take a kiss from me before you get a kiss from diluc <3

“WE’LL BE BACK IN A FEW WEEKS,” Diluc reiterated to Charles, who was only informed of the winery owner’s last minute leave just mere moments ago. Charles, quite literally in the middle of a shift tonight, wiped down the counter with a sigh. He gave Charles a pat on the back and look of reassurance. “If you ever need anything, just let Elzer know. I’m sure he can find people to cover my shifts while I’m gone.”

 “Come now, Diluc,” Kaeya set his mug down after taking a long swig, “Why don’t you entrust your dear old brother to cover your shifts? You know I’m here almost every night anyway. And you shouldn’t doubt my mixing skills, either.”

 Diluc could only scoff and shake his head at Kaeya. Readjusting his leather sack that carried most of his belongings necessary for travel, he made his way across the other side of the counter in swift steps. He snatched Kaeya’s bottle of wine away from him, earning a pout from the blue haired brother. “That’s your sixth bottle of the day. You’re here almost every night to drink, not work. Nice try, though.”

 “Hey, I was drinking that too, you know,” Rosaria pitched in as well, furrowing her eyebrows as Diluc handed the bottle to Charles, who put it back on the shelf behind the bar.

 “How come the so called ‘protectors’ of Mondstadt get drunk almost every night instead of patrolling the city for danger? Tell me, who’s out there watching the streets right now? Surely it’s a Knight’s duty, at the very least, to do their job sober,” Diluc crossed his arms as he threw out casual criticism at the two drunken night owls.

 Rosaria fidgeted with the blade in her hand and scowled, “I’m not even a Knight, dumbass!”

 “Hey, we have to get going soon and hopefully we’ll be at Liyue by sunrise,” the traveller interrupted the banter and lightened the mood a bit. “Diluc, don’t you want to give a nice goodbye? We’ll be gone for a couple of weeks, after all.”

 Diluc sighed and softened his gaze. The traveller was right. He had learned over the years that goodbyes were always the hardest, and he never wanted the his potential last goodbyes to end in bitterness. It would break his heart to think that someone’s last memories of him could be unpleasant, and he couldn’t stand anymore heartbreak.

 “Fine,” he uncrossed his arms and reached a hand out to Kaeya’s shoulder, giving him a firm pat. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

 “I’ll try,” Kaeya let go of his pout and replaced it with a slight grin, aware of Diluc’s genuine concern laying underneath his lack of words to show for it. Nonetheless, he appreciated his attempts at reconciliation, no matter how small it was.

 “And you,” he turned to face Rosaria, who was playing with the blade effortlessly, “don’t let this idiot go overboard.”

 She simply responded by rolling her eyes. “I’m not his babysitter, but I’ll do you a favour just this once.”

 Diluc then turned to face you. His stern scowl was immediately replaced with a soft grin, his eyes lighting up once he had a good look of your face. You stood up and took a step closer to him, falling into his arms in a desperate, intimate embrace. He sighed as he wrapped his warm hands around you, caressing your back and allowing this moment to plant a seed in his memory that he could carry with him during his travels. He closed his eyes for a moment, tuning out the ambient sounds of the tavern, forgetting about his responsibilities and simply enjoying your presence.

 Alas, all good things come to an end and he knew he couldn’t keep the traveller waiting. His eyes fluttered open as he slowly loosened his grip on you, allowing you to lean back a little and meet his eyes with yours. You cupped his cheeks with your hands, smoothing over his freckled skin with your thumbs and staring longingly into his deep red eyes.

 “I’m going to miss you so much,” you whispered. He studied your face for a few seconds, distracted by the way you glimmered in the dim light of the tavern.

 “I’ll miss you too, my dear–“

 Suddenly you pressed your lips against his, taking his breath away in a kiss that had him take a step back in the sheer impulsivity of it. His eyes widened as he kissed you back, panic settling in as he realized you two were not alone at home like usual. In fact, you were kissing him in front of his travel companion, brother, friend, coworker, and all the patrons currently in the tavern. He grabbed your waist instinctively, wanting to pry you off of him, but knowing that his return home was never guaranteed, he allowed you to continue kissing him and held your waist lovingly instead.

 But soon enough, you pulled your face away and giggled at the sight – his face was priceless! The poor man, usually perceived as grumpy and stern according to most citizens of Mondstadt, stood there helplessly with a crimson blush rivalling his own hair color. With eyes widened, lips quivering, and forehead slightly dampened with nervous sweat, you cooed at his innocent expression, and apologized profusely for the sudden action with sweet whispers as you pulled him in for another hug again.

 “I just... couldn’t hold back, you know?” you admitted, “Sorry, dear...”

 “It’s... it’s okay, my love,” he stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact with Kaeya and Rosaria, who were already trying to hold back their laughs. But they just couldn’t do it, no matter how hard they tried to maintain normalcy, the two troublemakers giggled profusely.

 “You two better shut it before I make you shut it,” Diluc held out his hand, still holding you closely, and summoned a bright flame to spook them. And sure enough, that was enough to keep their lips sealed for the rest of the night. Though, that didn’t stop them from exchanging teasing glances with each other, and that surely didn’t stop the rest of the people in the room to talk amongst the people of Mondstadt the next morning about how cute of a lad Diluc was at the tavern, all because of one goodbye kiss.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Sugary Sweet Apologies

Summary: You and Reid never really got along but when he saves your life, you decide to be the bigger person and thank him and hopefully start over. Unfortunately, it isn’t that easy.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: light to mild angst with fluffy ending, swearing, spencer reid being an annoying bitch, brief mentions of case stuff (if you watch cm, you should be fine)

A/N: this is for @willowrose99 ‘s 1 year anniversary on tumblr writing challenge!! congrats! i literally wrote and edited this whole thing in less than one day because i got so excited, anyways i hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.8k

“Reid and Y/L/N, go to David Whitney’s house. He was the therapist of two of the three victims. He could have some insight into the victimology and know of any overlap between them. He has no criminal record of past aggressive behavior but we can’t rule him out as a suspect entirely,” Hotch stated.

“Hotch, you stuck me with her yesterday for the geographical profiling. Send Prentiss with her instead,” Spencer whined.

“I don’t mind going with Y/L/N. She is a great partner in the field,” Emily glared at Spencer.

“No. Reid, go with Y/L/N or be taken off this case. I’m a unit chief, not an elementary school teacher. I don’t have time for temper tantrums,” Hotch chided.

“Fine,” Spencer grumbled as you grabbed the keys to an SUV.

You don’t know what it was but ever since you started at the BAU four months ago, Spencer had never liked you which resulted in you disliking him as well. Everyone else on the team was super friendly and welcoming but Reid always was jabbing snarky remarks your way like “I don’t have time to explain it to you” or “This was in the FBI handbook. God, you need more training.”

Luckily, the others were quick to defend you. Once Garcia even heard him snip at you over the phone and as soon as you all got off the elevator after the case, Reid was being dragged by his ear into Garcia’s lair with him going “ow ow ow” behind her. So, you didn’t really pay much mind to him because you could deal with one annoying know-it-all to have such an amazing job with great coworkers minus the one.

“Look, I’m not happy about this either,” you said as you climbed into the driver’s side of the SUV, “But at least I’m not being a whiny bitch about it and being rude to the other person’s face.”

“Oh wow, I’m so sorry that I hurt your feelings,” Spencer mocked.

“Fuck you, Reid,” you shook your head.

-

David Whitney was on edge the second you arrived and showed him your badges. He was bouncing his leg up and down, he couldn’t sit still, and he kept avoiding eye contact.

He knew way too much about the other victim that wasn’t even one of his clients but you didn’t have anything solid on him. His house seemed very neat so you doubted he kept anything incriminating here. Organized offenders usually have a secondary location. So, you decided to push his buttons a little.

“I mean blitz attacks, leaving the bodies on the side of dirt roads,” you combed through the crime scene photos, “This guy was a real coward.”

Spencer picked up on what you were trying to do and his eyes widened, he was subtly shaking his head and mouthing “no”.

“Excuse me?” David asked.

“Well, I’m just saying a real man wouldn’t cower in the bushes and blindside a woman. He must not be very strong,” you stated, “He probably can’t even get it up.”

Before you even had time to react, David pulled out a switchblade knife from inside the couch cushions and put you in a chokehold, pressing the cool metal up to your throat. You closed your eyes tightly.

“David, you don’t have to do this,” Spencer stood with his gun pointed at you both.

“This bitch insulted me,” he snarled.

“She insults me too. That doesn’t make you any less of a man,” Spencer spoke carefully, “Just put the knife down and I’ll escort you out.”

David sighed, dropping the knife to the floor and releasing you.

Spencer put David in handcuffs and walked him outside as reinforcements came running in.

“Are you okay, Y/L/N?” Hotch asked.

“Yep, a little shaken up but fine. Thank you,” you stood.

“Let’s get you to the medics,” Morgan grabbed your arm to support you as you walked over to the ambulance.

Spencer never checked on you.

-

You knew your decision in the field was a little rash and you wanted to thank Spencer for essentially saving your life.

However, there was no way in hell you could verbally get out an apology while staring at his smug face, but you could bake. You settled on a note tucked inside a tupperware container of your Grandma’s special recipe of chocolate chip cookies. It was a good peace offering, maybe even a chance to start fresh.

During your lunch break, you took the tupperware from your desk drawer and approached the break room where Reid had entered about 5 minutes ago.

“I’m just saying I could not have been more clear in my message to her that it was too dangerous but of course, Y/L/N didn’t listen cause Y/L/N is going to do whatever she feels like,” Spencer stirred his coffee.

No one had noticed you standing in the doorway yet.

“Reid, you’ve got to be nicer to her. She earned her spot here just like the rest of us,” Emily defended you.

“Did she though? How much do we really know about her? She couldn’t even tell me how many pages the FBI protocol manual was,” Spencer said.

“That’s not a normal thing people know,” Morgan retorted.

“Well, I’m just saying the team was perfectly fine before her and it would probably be better off if she left,” Reid finished.

Garcia looked up from her yogurt to see you standing there, “Oh, Y/N”.

Spencer turned around in his chair as you angrily stormed up to him.

“Here’s your cookies, asshole,” you seethed, grabbing the note from inside and crumpling it up into a little ball and tossing it into the trash.

“Y/N!” Emily called after you but you were already gone.

The whole team glared at Spencer and picked up their lunches, leaving him alone at the table.

Spencer retrieved the balled up paper from the trash, having to fish through Rossi’s week old pasta and Anderson’s half eaten tuna fish sandwich.

Dear Reid,

Thank you for saving my life, I guess. These are my Grandma’s secret recipe for chocolate chip cookies so I hope you enjoy. I think we got off on the wrong foot and I would like to start over. I think cases would be a lot less miserable for everyone if we got along.

Thanks again,

Y/L/N

Spencer, you’re such an idiot, he thought to himself.

You never came back after your lunch break ended and Derek made Spencer go tell Hotch why it’s his fault you were missing the rest of the day.

He tried to call you multiple times but they always rang out before going to voicemail.

Spencer hesitantly knocked on Penelope’s door at the end of the day.

“Is she okay?” he asked softly.

“You don’t get to ask that as the person who hurt her in the first place. Also, she told me to tell you that don’t you dare go to her apartment to ‘check on her’. I’m headed over there myself actually,” Penelope collected her things and shut off her monitors.

“Will you at least tell her I’m really sorry?” Spencer followed her to the elevator.

“Absolutely not. I’m not doing any apologizing on your behalf,” Penelope huffed as the elevators shut.

-

You came in the next morning, keeping your head down. You grabbed a pen from your cup holder and the first folder on your stack before getting to work.

You were on the second page of the file when your clean, empty tupperware was placed in front of you plus another baking dish with aluminum foil over the top.

You glanced up to see Spencer guiltily looking down at you and you returned your eyes back to the file.

“I-I made you cinnamon rolls,” Spencer broke the silence.

“Are they poisoned?” you asked, not sparing him another glance.

“No, they’re not poisoned,” he assured you.

“I’m just saying how can I trust you as you have made it very apparent you would like me off this team.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Spencer was quick to reply.

“Then why the hell did you say it, Reid?” you slammed your pen down.

You grabbed your empty coffee mug and briskly walked to the break room but unfortunately, Spencer was right behind you.

“I didn’t eat any of your cookies by the way. Not that I didn’t want to but I felt like I didn’t deserve them so I handed them out to everyone else.”

“Oh how kind, taking credit for my work,” you tried to close the door in his face.

“I told them that they were from you,” Spencer insisted.

You rolled your eyes as Spencer grabbed the coffee pot before you could get to it, pouring your mug of coffee for you.

“What do you want from me, Reid?” you asked defeatedly.

“I want you to try a cinnamon roll and let me explain.”

“Fine but only because I didn’t have breakfast yet and I want to critique your baking skills,” you huffed, walking back to your desk.

Spencer gingerly placed one of the sticky frosting-coated rolls on a napkin and pushed it towards you. You tentatively bit into it. Damn it, it was actually delicious.

“It’s okay,” you understated.

You knew Spencer hardly ever used his kitchen let alone be up baking all night. He even chose a recipe that required more time and effort because the yeast dough would have to rise for a few hours.

“That’s good. The first batch didn’t come out as great...or the second,” he smiled softly.

“Well, the floor is all yours, Reid. Please explain to me why you talk shit about me to my co-workers when I’m in the other room,” you leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms.

Spencer muttered something incoherent.

“I have to hear the apology, you know,” you said, enjoying watching him uncomfortable.

“You’re intimidating to me because you’re intelligent, beautiful, and courageous. I think I was a little jealous that my spotlight as the ‘kid’ of the BAU was coming to an end so I said some harsh, completely untrue things and I’m sincerely sorry.”

“Oh my god,” you smirked, “Hotch was right, you are an elementary school kid.”

“In what way?” he curiously asked.

“You like me like like like me. You don’t know how to talk to the girl so you pull her pigtails on the playground,” you giggled.

“I take it back. You’re a horrible profiler,” Spencer was getting up from his seat, completely flustered.

“Awww,” you were laughing at Spencer’s bright red face as he went to go to the break room to fill his coffee mug.

When he got back to his desk, a sticky note was placed front and center.

In typical elementary school fashion…

Will you go get coffee with me?

Check:

Yes

or

No

Spencer smiled before picking up his pen and checking one of the boxes, crumpling the sticky note up into a ball and throwing it over to your desk.

“Good choice. See you Saturday at 9 at the cafe down the street,” you grinned.

“It’s a date,” he smiled.

[idy-ll-ique]

Breaking The Rules.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (sort of Winter Soldier x F!Reader too)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: like,,, lots of murder

Requested: nope

Summary: The Winter Soldier attacks the building where Y/N works and comes face-to-face with her. Surprising her and himself, he lets her go, breaking the rules, not following his orders. Y/N is so thankful about his mercy that she is now the world's biggest Bucky Barnes stan. What happens when their paths cross again 7 years later?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so I don't really know if I've done a good job writing this but I tried my best so,,, enjoy!

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The Asset is not thinking.

The Asset is not made to think.

Casually stroking his gun as he walked into the plain building, he watched the people inside the room pause for a minute. Then the screaming began. He simply stood there, the scene unfolding in front of him as people ran; inside rooms, out the building as they jumped out of windows to avoid him. He let them.

Finally having had enough because HYDRA demands some kills, Soldat, he cocked his gun and started out by fighting the security guards that had an ounce of bravery in them as they approached him with their own guns. He killed them easily. Then he moved further into the building, ending the lives of anyone who tried to get in his way.

What was his purpose of doing this? There was none. He was programmed to kill, and the program had no specific targets. No targets, only kill. He walked up the stairs of the building as more people, who had not been dead, escaped. Then he ended up on the floor where she was.

Y/N was going through a stack of papers, wearing headphones, when she heard a scream. It had been so sudden and loud that she startled badly, the papers flying from her hands as she turned around, ready to give the person a piece of her mind only to be met with the prettiest blue eyes she had ever seen in her life. The breath left her lungs and fear overtook her.

The person in front of her; she had heard of him. They called him The Winter Soldier. He was covered in black leather, his silver arm shining in the sunlight that entered through the window on her right. She quickly glanced at it; she was 10 stories above ground. He had a black mask on (more like a muzzle, she thought) and a peculiar look on his face.

She looked around the room, her eyes filling with tears when she saw the bodies of her coworkers, the friends she had made at the workplace, littered on the floor. Damn you, stupid headphones. She discarded them. He had killed them all. The Winter Soldier didn't really have a say in what he did, she told herself, he had been programmed to act like that.

Nothing but a murder toy for HYDRA.

And she hated them for that.

"Don't cry." She looked back at the Soldat, her eyes wide in confusion. Huh? Why would he say that? She blinked away the tears and started raising a hand to wipe them off when he suddenly raised his gun. Her hand paused mid-air and she held her breath, waiting for him to finally put her out of her misery as her eyes unconsciously watered once more.

When he saw her hand, though, her palm was facing him. Ready to rub off the tears, he noticed, and he lowered the gun. "Don't cry," he repeated and Y/N, as absurd as she found the situation to be, did as he ordered. She wiped the tears off and rubbed her hands on the jeans she was wearing, staring at the man. He stared back at her.

When he first entered the floor, he had done what he had been told, until there was no one alive in the room. Or so he thought, until his eyes landed on Y/N. She was wearing some sort of a device over her head, completely oblivious to what was going on. Was she deaf? Did she not hear the gunshots?

As he approached her cautiously, someone screamed behind him. And he saw how the papers flew out of her hand she whirled around, her big, doe eyes blinking at him until recognition sparked in them. Then she cowered. For some reason, as he looked at her, he couldn't bring himself to harm her. She looked… adorable, almost. So he did what he did best.

Stared.

Her eyes were darting around the place, and they watered when they landed on the bodies on the floor. He gulped quietly under his mask, something inside him stirring uncomfortably as he watched her cry. And suddenly, he couldn't help himself. "Don't cry," he blurted out and she looked back at him. He stared. She blinked rapidly and started raising her hand.

Thinking she would raise a hand on him, he immediately held up his gun as a warning but realized that she was simply drying her tears, new ones in her eyes as she looked at the gun. And he suddenly felt very apologetic. "Don't cry," he repeated and allowed her to wipe her tears. But he was surprised to hear her speak.

"Please don't hurt me."

She was shaking, arms going around herself, but she wasn't crying. At least she was not crying. He didn't reply, only stared as a foreign, almost forgotten word came to mind. Pretty. She was pretty. Soldat or not, how could he bring himself to harm a pretty thing like her? He raised his gun again when he remembered his orders; kill, do not show mercy.

The pretty woman started crying again, this time her tears were much more prominent. "Please, please don't do it, please… I have done nothing to you, don't do it…" she pleaded, fingers intertwined as if in prayer. Kill her. But he ignored the order and lowered his gun again.

"Pretty," he stated and her brows furrowed. Y/N blinked at him, pretty? Did she hear that right? He called her pretty, right? "Pardon?" she blurted out and his head tilted to the side. "Go." His voice sounded strained and for a moment, Y/N wanted to embrace him, to comfort him but hurriedly dismissing the thoughts, she turned on her heels and ran out the building.

The Asset stared at her as she ran.

He had not been programmed to think.

Then why had he?

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"Guys, I'm telling you, it was so surreal—"

"Oh my God, Y/N, will you stop—"

Steve, Sam and Bucky glanced at the group of ladies that ended up at the bar next to them. A few years had passed since the incident between Bucky and Y/N took place and he was back to normal. No longer the Winter Soldier; he was an ally of the Avengers now. Steve glanced at his friends, lips curling into an amused smile.

"What do you think they're talking about?" he whispered and Sam snickered quietly. "Why don't we listen?" Bucky simply shook his head, but was also kind of intrigued at this surreal experience that Y/N talked about. Y/N… that name sounded kind of familiar to him, but maybe it was a common one, what did he know?

"He called me pretty!"

"We know he's hot, Y/N, but seriously, the Winter Soldier did not call you pretty."

The three men froze and their eyes darted amongst each other. "He did," Y/N whined, "I'm telling you!" Bucky almost dropped his glass but managed to hold on, his jaw dropped. Thankfully the ladies were not aware of the men shamelessly eavesdropping on their conversation. "Wait wait wait, what is this about you and the Winter Soldier? I've not heard that story."

"Ugh, Sam, you've done it now!"

Steve and Bucky glanced at Sam with smirks and he rolled his eyes. "Samantha," he snarked but the super soldiers only shrugged in reply. "Okay okay, this was like… 7 years ago. I was in my office, working, when our building was attacked. By him." And Bucky, try as he might, couldn't remember shit.

"Dude, I was wearing headphones so damn strong that I didn't hear literal gunshots echoing around the room, like what?"

"Seriously, Y/N? You know we won't say anything if you tell us you're lying."

"But I'm not lying," Y/N insisted, "I heard a scream and finally took off the headphones. When I turned to see who had screamed, he was literally standing in front of me." Hazy memories slowly flashed in his mind; a plain building, those red-black headphones and the fluttering of papers. He gulped his drink down.

"And didn't kill you like he had been trained to? I still think you're lying. Or maybe you just have severe trauma and you made up a story of the handsome Bucky Barnes calling you pretty." Bucky nearly laughed when Y/N's face turned red but then guilt started weighing heavy in his stomach. He had put her in danger…

"I don't have trauma, don't joke about stuff like that! Anyway, I was like, scared shitless. I thought I was gonna die, I started crying but he told me, don't cry. Like huh?" Bucky didn't remember that part. Steve and Sam were now definitely drawn to the story, their eyes set on their glasses as they listened.

"I didn't want to anger him so I wiped my tears but he raised that goddamn gun again and I started crying again. He repeated his words and I started pleading, as we've all seen in action movies." Snorts drifted between them. "Please don't hurt me, let me go…" Y/N mimicked but Bucky's heart rate suddenly spiked. The same voice, the same tone…

He had had a nightmare the previous night.

She was the one he heard.

"Okay, so after I'm done begging, you know what he fucking says? Out of all things, he literally called me pretty. Like just— just that one word came out of his mouth. I'm literally still so confused," she spoke animatedly and the friend who had not heard the story before gasped. "Seriously? No way," she scoffed.

"Yes way!" Y/N got impatient. Why did no one ever believe her? She got that it was an outlandish story, but it was real! Y/N wished the Soldat was here; not to kill, of course, merely to confirm the fact that he had, indeed, called her pretty. But that man was long gone, replaced by someone who was stable-but-not-so-stable, undoubtedly handsome and with a new metal arm. This Bucky was much better than the dangerous Soldat.

"Then he told me to go. He sounded so fucking soft, you know? I have so much respect for Bucky Barnes, I mean, look at him. He went through so much he didn't deserve, and sometimes I just wanna—" She made a choking gesture, "—everyone who hurt him." Her friends chuckled but he could tell she wasn't lying. She really did care for him.

After all he put her through…

"I'm serious! Look at him! He looks like a lost puppy. How can you not care about him?" Y/N whined and her friends shook their heads. "You just have a big crush on the man, accept it." Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve and Sam smirked at him. He nudged them both, keeping silent. "You know what? I wish he was here right now. He probably doesn't even remember but if he did—"

"I remember it, doll, only vaguely…"

Y/N's group froze as their gazes followed the voice, landing on the three Avengers beside them. Her friends were mortified, Y/N even more so. Did he hear the story? "D-Did you… hear…" she stammered and Bucky pursed his lips. "I'm sorry." The apology fell out before he could stop himself and Y/N, ever the Bucky-apologist, instantly shook her head.

"It was not your fault. HYDRA did that to you. You didn't deserve any of it, mark my words." She sounded like Steve, he noticed and smiled gently. After all he put her through… she still stood by his side. "Thank you, doll, that really means a lot," he said sincerely and Y/N grinned at him. "You're welcome!" And before she could turn to her friends, he spoke up again.

"I meant what I said."

"Hm?" She looked at him, head tilted in confusion. "When I called you pretty, I meant it. You are pretty, very much so." She went red under his intense gaze and shied away, forcing Steve, Sam and her friends to burst into boisterous laughter. "Th-Thanks," she mumbled and Bucky craved her more.

"Join me for a drink?" he questioned and her eyes widened. He mistook it for fear and immediately lowered his head. "Sorry, I overstepped—" He froze when she took his metal hand, holding it gently, looking at him with the same eyes he had thought to be adorable 7 years ago. "Of course I'll join you." A genuine smile bloomed on his face and without a care in the world, he led her away from her friends.

She was going to be his.

Forever and always.

The only woman caring and wonderful enough to accept him, broken and everything.

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