#different tone when talking with them? how he'd be excited to share things with them and have things shared with him in return? how he's

[romanticintheory]

thinking about simon riley being betrayed by reader.

simon "ghost" riley x reader

-when you first joined the task force, you were a breath of fresh air.

-you were extremely good at what you did and had great chemistry with everyone. even simon.

-kyle loved having you as his new training buddy. the two of you found that your music tastes surprisingly overlapped, so you'd often share playlists with each other.

-johnny was, as always, excited to have someone new to banter with. if he had to take a shot for every time you made him laugh, he'd probably be dead from alcohol poisoning.

-john was relieved seeing you integrate so well into his team. it was like introducing a new puppy to three of his own. when laswell sat him down and introduced your file, a little barren compared to the others (save for simon) but with a raving review from the woman herself, he was curious to see your character.

-and even if he didn't show it, simon was the most grateful for your arrival. there was just an unspoken level of understanding between the two of you.

-one day, you're kneeling next to him on the floor trying to put pressure on his wound and keep him alive long enough for help to arrive. you didn't know each other extremely well, but you seemed so upset. he couldn't imagine why.

-"hey, now, don't go quiet on me, lt," you said in an almost begging tone.

-"you must not know me well," he replied, fighting groans from the pain.

-you ignore his attempt at amusing you. "tell me something," you order, voice starting to crack.

-so, he did. maybe it was the fact that he was lightheaded from the blood loss and half delusional, or maybe it was that he wanted to feel closer to you, but he ended up telling you about his family. he talked about the monster of a man his father was, how he learned to throw him out and take care of his family, and how not even that had a happy ending.

-by the end of it, there was a voice on the other end of your radio telling you they were less than a minute away from help. you slipped your hand into his and told him, "if you can survive that, you can survive this."

-it wasn't until after he recovered that he found out you had your own stab wound to take care of. why you completely disregarded it in favor of his, he'll never know.

-ever since, there was a change in the air between you two. fleeting glances, lingering touches, warm faces. it got even worse when you confessed your feelings to each other, and johnny made sure to be as obnoxious about it as possible.

-for a long time before you, simon felt a kind of loneliness within him. sure, the rest of the team was good company and he'd trust them with his life, but you seemed to do more than just break down his walls. somehow, you seeped through the cracks in his heart and made a home of it. that's why he is so surprised when everyone is taken prisoner except you after an unexpected ambush.

-the surprise eventually turns into something worse.

-there's a blinding rage surging in his veins and an icy coldness in his heart when he catches a glimpse of you acting buddy-buddy with the enemy.

-you're called a name he had never heard before, "(y/n) (l/n)," and being congratulated on your return.

-"knew you'd never disappoint us! and four of 'em, too!"

-how could you to this to them? to him?

-he spends the next excruciatingly long hours as a prisoner with no sleep. the only thing on his mind is wondering what went wrong. what did he miss? what could he have done differently? for a second, he wants to think about how he'd get vengeance on you, but he couldn't. his mind wouldn't let him, and he cursed himself for it. were you that good at manipulation? at seducing him with your supposed love and humanity that, even now, he can't think of you with ill intent without that sour feeling in his chest haunting him?

-he thinks he's hallucinating when he sees you standing at the now unlocked door to his cell with the rest of the task force standing behind you. you speak in a quick, hushed whisper, as if there was barely any time to even say a single word.

-"you'll have to be quick if you want to get out of here."

[greeniegirl23]

Alastor As A Father (Daughter Version)

- Boy howdy, this man plays NO GAMES about his little girl. From the moment she was born, he vowed to burn the world of anyone even thought about looking at her the wrong way.

-He treated her like his personal porcelain doll. You swore this baby had more clothes than you'd had both alive and dead. He shoes were always shined, her socks had little ruffles on them, and there were bows EVERYWHERE ON EVERYTHING!!

-Over time, Alastor quickly learned that his daughter was a bit different. When she took her first breaths, she didn't cry. In fact it was rare for her to cry at all. She also had a fondness for black objects, sharp shiny things, and something that concerned him the most was that she hardly ever smiled.

- Even as she got older, he never caught her smiling nor giggling as typical toddlers do. Instead she was a stoic little one. Cute as a button, but as monotoned as a black and white painting. Even her voice didn't change in tone very much unless she was trying to express something urgently.

-Alastor brought this up to you and you tried to assure him that everything would be alright. You knew how much smiling meant to him and he felt somewhat sad that he couldn't share that with his daughter.

- After 4 years of no smiling, Alastor finally talked to her about it and found that they had very different ideals.

- Apprently your daughter had a different phlosophy compared to Alastor and believed that her Dad's ideas could be applied in the same way to a face that was unchanging. Openly she expressed to him that she didn't agree with his philosophy and that she would prove her idea to be just as good, if not better than his.

- On one hand, Alastor was proud of his daughter showing the promise of being a potential Dealmaker. On the other hand, he was concerned and slightly offended that she couldn't see the beauty or the power of smiling 24/7. He truly believed he'd never see her do it.

- Until one day, he took her with him to Rosie's Emporium in Cannibal Colony. He enjoyed some coffee and a chat with his dear friend while his Little One played with the other children. Everything seemed to be going well, until it wasn't.

-Out of the corner of his eye, Alastor saw a young boy push your daughter out of the sand box.

-A high pitched whine shook the air, but before he could do anything about it, your daughter had swiped the lad's arm clean off. The same filthy arm that had decided to push his little darling in such a bold move of audacity.

- Horrified screams filled the air as the boy ran off to his mother who seemed to be in a state of distress. The other children rallied around her and started thanking her for what she'd done. Turns out that boy was a big bully to the other children, but was also the strongest on the playground.

- Happy at the attention she was receiving, she ran too him with her little arms up in pure excitement. It was her first real fight and Alastor was so proud, but what made it with all the more was the beaming white smile she gave him.

"Daddy Daddy, I got the bad boy! Did you see?!"

"Yes my little Bambi! That was quite a clean cut, right at the joint just as I've shown you before!" He beamed right back at her, hugging her close and poking her nose.

- Of course all the other parents were slightly concerned, but who was going to come up to him and complain and ruin his babygirl's precious moment? He fucking dared them...

- Of course, you didn't find out about this juicy little story until her 12th birthday when she let it slip and you held both her and Alastor captive by the ears until they confessed.

- After that day though, Alastor and your child grew closer as he prided himself on showing her more techniques for disarming a potential threat. He also showed her everything she'd ever need to know to both care and protect herself. She could shoot, cook, bake, sew, dress fashionably, summon her magic, clean, and was even sword trained all before 13 years old.

- "Daddy's going to make sure you are a strong independent young lady! That way of some vile man comes along thinking he can take you away from me, you won't be impressed by any of his mediocre skills." said Alastor, growling at that last part as if your marriage to this idiot was irrelevant.

- Even though she was a die hard Daddy's Girl, she also enjoyed spending time with you. Baking, crocheting, and anything artsy she loved doing by your side. You even had dedicated days where you'd sneak out of the hotel to go shopping while Alastor was away.

- All in all, she loved you both and swore to be the best version of herself she could be. P.S She also promised her Father that any of the men that tried to court her or broke her heart would end up on the dinner table.

Hehe Oops :D

[charlesslut16]

-christmas is the time to love you again-

summary : you and liam see eachother on christmas again..

PAIRINGS : liam lawson x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : I hope that you like this!

masterlist ; DECEMBER MASTERLIST 24’ 

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The holiday season was always a time for nostalgia, and tonight, as you stepped into your friends’ living room, you felt it in full force. Twinkling lights decorated every corner, and the scent of mulled wine and pine filled the air.

It was a Christmas party—a reunion of sorts—where friends from the past had gathered to catch up, laugh, and celebrate the holiday together. You hadn’t seen most of them in years, and for the most part, you were excited. But there was a part of you that wasn’t so sure. One person had always made things a little... complicated.

Liam Lawson.

It had been a long time since you’d last seen him. You’d been young when you dated—too young, really, for the relationship to last. You both had big dreams, aspirations that pulled you in different directions.

Life had moved on, and the distance had naturally grown between the two of you. But the memories? Those lingered. The way he used to laugh at your jokes, the way he held you close as if you were the only person in the world that mattered.

It wasn’t just the love—it was the feeling of comfort, of being seen, of belonging. And even though time had passed, the connection you once never shared quite disappeared.

As you entered the living room, laughing and chatting with some old friends, your eyes immediately landed on him.

Liam stood near the fireplace, a glass in his hand, talking to a group of people. He hadn’t changed much, at least not in the way that mattered. His dark hair was slightly longer, his eyes still that same warm brown you used to lose yourself in.

The smile was the same too—the one that made your heart skip when you were together. It was as if no time had passed at all. But for you, everything felt different now. Your heart clenched in your chest as memories rushed back.

You hadn’t expected it to hit you like this.

It felt like no time had passed, but it also felt like an eternity since you last saw him, since you last held him, kissed him, told him everything would be okay. The grief of your breakup, though it had faded over time, suddenly resurfaced. And so did the love.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but your gaze couldn’t break from him. It was silly—why did it still affect you like this?

Someone nudged you out of your daze. "Are you okay?" Your friend Mia asked, a knowing smile on her lips.

You nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just… a lot of memories."

She raised an eyebrow, glancing in the direction of Liam. "I get it. But hey, you're here to enjoy the night, right?"

"Right." You took a deep breath and shook off the lingering thoughts. You didn’t want to ruin the night—didn’t want to be that person who still hung onto the past. But no matter how hard you tried, the pull of the past was undeniable.

A few hours passed, filled with laughter and music. But you couldn’t shake the feeling. Every time you looked around, you found yourself seeking him out. He was talking to people, laughing, and there were times when his eyes would meet yours across the room. You’d quickly look away, your heart racing. You were both adults now. There was no reason for this to feel like a secret longing.

It was nearly midnight when you found yourself standing near the drinks table, trying to get your bearings, when you felt a presence beside you.

"Hey," Liam's voice broke through your thoughts, calm and warm, the same tone you remembered. You looked up, startled to find him standing there, close enough to reach out and touch. You hadn't realized how close he'd gotten. "It's been a while."

You swallowed, meeting his gaze. "Yeah, it has."

The silence between you was both familiar and awkward, but it was also… comfortable. There were no words to bridge the gap, but there was a deep understanding, a connection, that neither of you could ignore.

"How have you been?" he asked softly, his eyes searching your face as if looking for traces of the person you used to be.

"I've been good," you said with a slight smile. "Busy, you know, life just... happens."

"Yeah," Liam chuckled, his voice tinged with the weight of nostalgia. "I know what you mean."

You stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. The space between you seemed so large, yet the air between you was charged with the same energy that used to exist whenever you were together.

"I never expected to see you here," you said, trying to break the tension.

Liam gave a small, almost sad smile. "Neither did I. But… it feels like fate, doesn’t it? This party."

You nodded, unsure how to respond, but the honesty in his words left you a little breathless.

After a beat, Liam took a deep breath and spoke again. "Look, I know things ended kind of messy between us, but… I never really got over it, you know? I’ve never really stopped thinking about you."

The admission hit you like a wave. You had always wondered whether he ever thought about you, if he ever regretted how things had ended between you. It seemed like something you both never really got closure on, like there was an unspoken "what if" lingering in the air.

"I haven’t either," you whispered, your heart pounding. "I missed you."

Liam’s eyes softened, and you could see the vulnerability in them. "I know we were young when we were together, and maybe it was all a little too much too soon, but… I’ve always wondered if we gave up too easily. If we didn’t really give it a chance to work, you know?"

Your pulse quickened, your emotions raw and exposed. You hadn’t expected him to bring this up, but now that he had, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything that had gone unsaid between you two for all these years.

"Maybe," you murmured, your voice thick. "Maybe we were too young. But I… I think I’ve always been scared that if we tried again, it would just fall apart. That maybe we weren’t meant to be."

Liam stepped a little closer, his presence enveloping you like it used to. "And what if we don’t try? What if we just let this opportunity slip by and wonder for the rest of our lives what could’ve been?"

You shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. "I don’t want to wonder anymore."

Liam reached up, gently wiping the tear away with his thumb. "Then why don’t we give it a shot? This isn’t about rushing into things. It’s about finding out if we can be who we are now, together."

There was a long pause. The words hung in the air, and for the first time in years, it felt like everything had come full circle. You’d both changed so much over time. Life had taken you in different directions.

But standing there, face-to-face with him, you realized that despite everything—despite the hurt and the time apart—there was still something between you. Something worth exploring again.

"Are you sure?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Liam smiled softly, that same smile you remembered from all those years ago. "I’m sure. I think we owe it to ourselves to find out."

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, a smile tugging at your lips. "Okay. Let’s see where this takes us."

He took your hand in his, his fingers lacing with yours in the way they used to. It felt right. The way you fit together, the way you always had. It was like stepping back into something familiar, something you had once lost but now, somehow, found again.

"To new beginnings," he said softly, his voice filled with hope.

You nodded, the warmth in your chest growing. "To new beginnings."

As you stood there, under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, surrounded by friends and the soft hum of the holiday music, you couldn’t help but feel like this was the moment that would change everything. Christmas had always been a time of magic, and tonight, it felt like the magic had come back to you.

Maybe Christmas was the time to love him again.

[yanderecrazysie]

so i wanted to ask if maybe we could get a 3rd for "change"

(This one part could be skipped since this is basically what i'd imagined happened not long afterwards) since mc obviously doesn't like oikawa and doesn't really anything to do with him then maybe she could try (emphasis on try) and distance herself to give herself some time to breathe, but then he ends up going to her place every morning/night to either pick her up or drop her off. So their usually stuck together most days if not everyday. Anyways i imagined that's how it must be going for her, but imma get to the main point now.

So i was wondering that while at a cafe or something, like a "date" that oikawa planned for them after practice she ends up meeting another guy while oinkawa was grabbing their drinks and they talked for a bit. One thing led to another and their now friends (with or without oikawa knowing.) They end up having a genuine relationship with each other overtime and mc develops a small crush on him, oikawa finds out and obviously he wouldn't like that. The rest is up to you, i don't think he'd kidnap her but would probably still do something pretty drastic.

Can you make something like this happen please °^°

I can make that happen and I will :3

Title: Change (Part 3)

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, violence

Summary: After returning to the way you’d always been, Oikawa’s become nothing short of a nightmare.

Part 1:  here

change

/verb/

make (someone or something) different; alter or modify:

Oikawa never thought he’d have to compete with anyone, much less the guy he was seeing. He was a two out of ten, whereas Oikawa was a ten through and through. 

Messy brown hair, thick glasses, a face riddled with acne… The guy gave a toothy smile, revealing braces. And, worse, you gave him a smile back.

Oikawa hadn’t seen you smile in two or three months now. Believe him, he’d tried. His jokes left you blank-faced, his cuddling left you tearful (maybe physical touch wasn’t your love language) and his gentle affections made you shrink away or flinch.

For a minute, Oikawa stood there dumbfounded, holding a coffee in each hand, silently admiring your smile, even if it wasn’t for him. The next minute, he was at your side, standing between you and the boy that dared to talk to you.

“Sweetheart,” Oikawa put every ounce of affection he had into the word and sent a threatening look towards the nerdy-looking male, “Who is this?”

“His name is Hikaru,” you said. You stood up and gave your “boyfriend” a challenging look, “We were just talking.”

Oikawa shoved down the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head and offered the stranger a friendly smile, “I see you’ve met my girlfriend.”

“We aren’t dating,” you snapped. You were talking more now than you had talked in months, and this was what you were saying? How disappointing… No, insulting.

“My princess likes to joke,” Oikawa said, letting out a carefree chuckle, “Now…” He turned his face so only the two-out-of-ten could see. His smile morphed into a sneer and his eyes narrowed, dark with anger.

“Goodbye.”

Hikaru held Oikawa’s stare for a few seconds before crumbling. “I’ll see you later, (Y/n).”

“See you later,” you said softly, disappointment lacing your tone.

Oikawa frowned deeply at that disappointment. You never sounded disappointed when he left. You were always so relieved…

He pushed your coffee closer to you as he took a seat at your shared table, “It’s just how you like it.”

“How do you know how I like my coffee?” you asked, looking up at him with suspicion.

Oikawa ignored your question, “I don’t like when you talk to other boys.”

“And I don’t give a fuck what you think,” you snapped. 

It’s her time of month, Oikawa decided. Usually you were much meeker. Now, even your glasses flashed with anger. He reached out to play with your messy hair and you swatted his hand away. So feisty. This was a new side of you and hell if he wasn’t enjoying it.

His eyes gleamed with excitement. High off the adrenaline of scaring away a potential rival, he reached out and grabbed your hand. When you pulled away, he tightened his grip.

He laced his fingers with yours, smiling softly when he compared how much smaller your hands were than his. You were his. Not Hikaru’s. In time, you would come to understand that.

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Your mother had fallen for Oikawa’s charms, always saying things like “you don’t have to be embarrassed that you’re dating” whenever you denied him being your boyfriend. 

So, when Saturday rolled around, and he appeared at your door, knocking on it like he always did, he wasn’t surprised by your mother opening it with a smile.

“Did she forget something?” your mother asked.

Oikawa furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I thought she was out with you,” your mother said, equally confused.

Oikawa’s heart sank. If you were out of the house, either you left alone to avoid him or the worst case scenario was unfolding. The possibility that you were out with… 

No. There was no way. He had scared that little nerd away, intimidated the shit out of him.

Despite his thoughts, he had already broken into a run. You could be anywhere, sure, but Oikawa knew where you would be. With your new “attitude”, you’d be exactly where he looked first.

He burst into the cafe so violently that people stared. His eyes zeroed in on the couple at a table near the back. Your pretty, bespectacled face looked up at him with a knowing smile. Oikawa doesn’t need to be a genius to guess who the messy-haired boy sitting across from you was.

He walked back out the door, seething. He needed to get rid of this pest and teach you a little lesson about hanging out with other men. 

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“Oikawa, STOP!” you screamed.

Oikawa had gone temporarily deaf, his knuckles bruised and reddened with blood. He continued to slam his fists into Hikaru’s face. 

Hikaru was unconscious at this point, which was probably a blessing. That way, he couldn’t feel his nose breaking with a loud SNAP.

You threw yourself on Oikawa, trying to wrestle him away from the poor boy, but he shrugged you off like you were a pesky mosquito. Tears ran down your cheeks as you begged him to stop caving in your friend’s face.

“Tell me you made a mistake or I’ll kill him,” Oikawa stared down at you with a terrifyingly blank expression, cheeks speckled with blood and forehead soaked in sweat.

You stared back, speechless, and he raised his voice, “Tell me you made a mistake!”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out.

“DO IT FUCKING NOW!”

“I’m sorry, I made a mistake, please stop hurting him!” you wailed.

Oikawa took a step towards you, “Tell me you’ll never talk to another boy again.”

“I’ll never do it again, I swear!”

“Do what?”

“Talk to another boy! Just please don’t kill him!”

Oikawa looked disdainfully at the boy and his bloodied, broken face.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement!” he said with a bright smile, eyes betraying the darkness within him.

[shion-yu]

Day 3: Campus Crud

Back to genre: angst for @sicktember. Ft sick Elliot in college. 1,733 words. CW: vomit. 

September marked the beginning of junior year for Cliff and Elliot, who moved into their shared dorm room at NYU on the 22nd floor. They had been rooming together since Spring of their freshman year so by now they were old pros at setting up. First they cleaned, then Elliot decorated while Cliff organized. The two twin beds were pushed together to create a large place for them to sleep together. In no time at all the room looked perfectly cozy, as if it had been organized that way for months.

There was a difference from last year though: everything was quieter. Their excitement was toned down thanks to the constant bickering they'd been doing all summer, including this morning. It was mostly little things that didn't really matter - Cliff showered too long, Elliot played music too loudly - but their patience had been worn thin by the underlying real issues they didn't talk about. Specifically, the part where Cliff would not call Elliot his boyfriend by name even though it was glaringly obvious to everybody, nor would he return the words “I love you” regularly. Elliot might say “boyfriend” and Cliff didn't deny it, but from Cliff’s lips Elliot was always “my roommate” or “friend.” For a long time now, Elliot had tried to come to terms with this was simply how Cliff was, but it had worn him thin now and Cliff knew it, too. 

So their relationship was strained, and with it the carefree quality of their early dating days. Cliff saw it as a precursor to the inevitable: Elliot would break up with him. He was desperate for this not to happen though, so he tried to be perfect for Elliot instead. He didn't let Elliot know how anxious he felt all the time, or how his stomach hurt so badly that he’d started vomiting almost daily. He brushed Elliot off when Elliot fussed over his visible weight loss, or the breathless cough that seemed to pop up with very little exertion. He didn't explain that he was afraid that using the word “boyfriend” just seemed too special for someone like him, and saying “I love you” was just too scary for someone who had never been told that before. It wasn't that he wasn't ready to commit, because he was. He desperately wanted to spend the rest of his life with Elliot. He just didn't know how to express it genuinely without sounding as scared as he felt.

“Nobody’s ever told me they love me before,” he told Elliot once. But he didn't think Elliot really understood that he meant no one, not even his parents, had ever uttered the word love. He’d also never heard them say it to each other. How could he, coming from them, deserve to say love, then?

He practiced sometimes when Elliot was with friends. “I love you,” he would say in the mirror, but then he’d look up and the sight of himself disgusted him and he couldn’t do it again. He needed more practice before it felt genuine. Otherwise, Elliot would see right through him. He’d know the words weren’t natural to Cliff, and Cliff thought that Elliot thinking he didn't mean it would be worse than never saying it at all.

He was standing at the mirror working up the nerve to practice again when Elliot came home early from class on the second Tuesday of the semester. Cliff jumped in surprise as if he'd been caught doing something scandalous. “You’re home,” he said nervously. 

“Your face is all red,” Elliot told him. Cliff's face turned redder in response, but Elliot didn't notice. Instead, Cliff watched him toss his bag onto his desk chair and climb into bed, even though it was only noon and Elliot rarely napped.

“Did your class get canceled?” Cliff asked.

“I came home,” Elliot said from under his covers. He realized Elliot’s voice sounded hoarse now. Cliff cautiously moved to Elliot’s bedside, standing there like he wanted to say something but didn't know what. “Cliff, what?” Elliot snapped at being stared at.

“Are you okay?” Cliff asked, innocent and clueless. “You don't usually skip class. Are you sick?” 

Elliot groaned and turned on his side, facing the wall away from Cliff’s hovering figure. “I don't know, I don't feel great. I’m just gonna sleep it off.” He was quiet for a second, then added, “Don't worry.” 

Cliff was already worrying. But he said, “Okay,” and went to sit at his desk. He tried to focus on reading his textbooks, but he found it hard to concentrate. Elliot rarely got sick and Cliff had very little caretaking experience. He decided to hope that Elliot could indeed sleep it off and half an hour later went to his own afternoon classes. 

When he came back, Elliot was still in bed. Cliff had spent most of his lecture trying to remember what Elliot did when Cliff was sick, which unlike Elliot was frequently. He crept forward and pressed one hand to Elliot's forehead, only to find it overly warm. Crap, Cliff thought. Elliot had probably caught whatever beginning of semester cold was going around - half of the lecture hall had been sniffling, coughing or sneezing today. He’d also heard that the stomach bug and the flu were making their rounds already.

He rustled through their drawer where they kept the first aid kit, accidentally knocking a book to the floor in his hurry. Elliot stirred and opened his eyes in confusion. “Cliff?” He asked, before beginning to cough.

“Sorry,” Cliff said guiltily. He found the thermometer he was searching for and approached the bed. “I uh, think you have a fever.” He held out the thermometer awkwardly. 

“You do it,” Elliot said, looking down. Cliff furrowed his brow in confusion. “Hold it for me,” Elliot clarified, looking embarrassed. Then he opened his mouth and waited for Cliff to slide the small instrument under his tongue. Cliff kept his gaze trained on the thermometer only until it beeped and read 100.6. 

“That's high,” Cliff stated, wiping off the metal tip and sliding the thermometer back into its small plastic case. 

Continuing this theme of confusing actions, Elliot said, “I don’t feel good. Hold me.”

Cliff blushed. Elliot wasn’t usually this forward with him, but he did want to help in any way he could, so… Cliff removed the sweater he was wearing and got into bed with Elliot, wrapping his arms around Elliot loosely. Elliot shuffled closer. “Don’t go,” he said. “Stay with me.”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” Cliff said, which was the truth. This uncharacteristic clinginess was making him nervous, though. Was Elliot really sick? He didn’t think 100.6 was that high, was it? “Do you want to go to the clinic?” He asked.

“No,” Elliot said, coughing pitifully into Cliff’s chest. “Just you.”

Just you. It was all Elliot ever asked for, and all Cliff wanted too. Yet somehow they constantly ran into problems doing precisely that. 

Cliff brushed his fingers through Elliot’s dark curls, staring at the ceiling and telling himself Elliot probably just needed to sleep it off, it was just a cold. But by evening Elliot’s fever was worse, and at midnight he woke Cliff up shivering violently. Cliff took Elliot’s temperature again and felt his stomach lurch with anxiety when he saw the glowing 102.4 on the screen. Cliff gave Elliot Tylenol and held him, scared.

“What do I do?” Cliff asked him. The only other time Elliot was sick, it hadn’t seemed this sudden. “Elliot?”

“I just need you to stay,” Elliot said through chattering teeth.

“It’s midnight, I’m not going anywhere,” Cliff said in confusion. He held Elliot tighter but let go quickly when he was shocked by a muffled sob from Elliot. Was it really that bad? Cliff wondered if he should call an ambulance, or his dad. “Elliot?”

“You're going to leave me,” Elliot said, beginning to cry. “I don't know what I did that you can't love me.”

Cliff’s chest ached with guilt and regret. “I - I do,” he said, trying to comfort Elliot.

“Then why won't you say it?” Elliot cried. “Why won’t you say you love me?” Cliff couldn't answer. Elliot cried harder and began to cough. Cliff was trying to get himself to explain when Elliot said, “Trash,” before immediately throwing up on their duvet. 

Cliff rubbed his back and shushed him, ignoring the urge to jump out of bed. The dorms had washing machines on each floor and Cliff wanted to run to them. But Elliot needed him and he couldn't leave now. “I’m sorry,” Elliot groaned once he was done vomiting. “The sheets.”

“I’ll wash them,” Cliff said quickly. “Do you want to go to the bathroom and clean up?” Elliot nodded. “I’m going to the laundry room and I’ll be right back,” he reassured Elliot. “I promise.”

“Okay,” Elliot whimpered. Cliff dashed to the laundry room down the hall and threw their duvet inside, hoping the machine could handle vomit. He added a ton of extra detergent and then returned and piled their blankets onto the bed in lieu of a duvet. Elliot came back into their room then, still sniffling but distinctly less hysterical.

Cliff held the blankets up for him to crawl in, which Elliot did. Then Cliff got in behind him and held him again, hoping it wasn't just his imagination that Elliot felt a bit cooler now. “I’m sorry,” Elliot mumbled.

“They're just sheets,” Cliff said.

“Not that,” Elliot said, emotion welling in his voice again. He tucked his hot face into Cliff's collarbone and Cliff felt tears on his skin. “I’m sorry I’m pushing you.”

“You're not,” Cliff said automatically. “It’s just me. I’m... It’s me. Don't work yourself up again,” he said. It was easier than explaining. Something else was always easier than explaining.

“Don't go,” Elliot let out a tiny sob again but then fell quiet. He trembled in Cliff’s arms until his breathing evened out and Cliff knew he'd fallen asleep. Cliff stroked his hair and kissed his face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into darkness, words pressed against Elliot’s warm skin. “I won't ever leave you. Never in a million years.” He just needed more time to feel comfortable putting it all into words. But by the time he figured these things out, it would be too late.

[luna-loner]

Hmm, if you still ship it, how about 002 for SugiKano (though, not all of them can be answered, huh? ^^;)? If not and/or as a bonus, KaruMana/KarmaNami? You seem real excited for the week, so here’s another chance to talk about it in the meanwhile.

Yay! Thorn's here!

Of course I still ship it, I just don't talk about it or any other ships because my mind is mostly focused on Gakuyuki. Due to recent events though, Karmanami is top priority, hence why we'll be doing both.

Suginkano

When I started shipping them: I think it was like a day after @blueberry-4 told me she shipped them. Rarepairs have a habit of occupying my mind rent free for a considerable period of time, but you already know that, my dear friend 😅

My thoughts: I can't believe I never thought of shipping them prior to meet Blue. They're perfect for each other. They have a lot in common, like sports, one-sided crushes, love chicken (which you pointed out to me, Thorn), etc... but have enough differences to balance things out. It's especially great for Okano, not only because she deserves someone to treat her right after the Valentine fiasco with Maehara, but also because I can see Sugino aiding in her growth.

For example, I can see Sugino praising and complimenting her skills whenever they hang out and play sports (We're at friendship stage here) He may not realize how impactful his words are, how they provide validation for her hobbies and interests. This alone won't diminishes her insecurity about being "unfeminine", but it does help, and Okano will gradually learn she doesn't need to change herself for others or to fit the mold.

What makes me happy about them: All the possible cute moments and scenarios, the chance for them to be with someone after their one-sided crushes, the height difference, the blue and pink combo, and the fact this ship can work both platonically and romantically.

What makes me sad about them: That they barely interacted.

Things done in fanfic that annoy me: No fanfics so no answer. Instead, I'll tell you about the things I did in my own fanfics that annoyed me:

Alot of times, I had Sugino tease Okano and her respond with anger in true tsundere fashion. It was funny at first, but then I felt it was too OOC for Sugino. I don't think he's above teasing, but he wouldn't tease someone just to get a reaction. Since then, I toned it down, and even outright abandoned it. He'd still tease her, but very lightly and she either teases him back, or playfully swats/kicks him with a smile on her face.

Things I look for in a fanfic: Good characterization.

My wishlist: For them to move on from their crushes and just be happy.

Who I'd be comfortable them dating with, if not each other: Kurahashi for Sugino and Kimura for Okano. Basically, my old ships for them pre-Sugikano, or OCs (for Next Gen purposes...)

My happily ever after for them: They get married and have kids and a dog.

Karmanami

When I started shipping them: From the begining, right after episode 8.

My thoughts: The delinquent x nerd dynamic what sold me on the this ship. It's endearing to picture Karma being the first to fall in love, but can't bring himself to confess, but he hangs out more often with Okuda as a result.

What makes me happy about them: How Karma trusts Okuda enough to let his guard down around her. It's this honest and open nature that prevents the chances of conflicts between them. I also love how Karma prompted Okuda to improve her skills, even if it was for nefarious puposes...

What makes me sad about them: That they never became canon.

Things done in fanfic that annoy me: Nothing, actually. I've read my fair share of bad Karmanami fics, but they were mostly crack. Overall, I liked what I've read for this ship.

Things I look for in a fanfic: Nothing in particular, maybe more of Okuda unintentionally flustering Karma.

My wishlist: For them to keep in touch even after graduation, showing that even after years, they still have the easiest boy-girl relationship.

My happily ever after for them: They get married and start a family.

[faofinn]

DAY 27: survivor's guilt

@febuwhump

It had been a few years since Finn's accident, and he was nearly entirely back to normal. Of course, the seizures were new, but they’d managed to get them reasonably under control and he was, for the most part, better. 

As puberty settled in, his teenage years brought more issues for him. Most he kept to himself, not wanting to be even more of a burden to the family. Fao was always busy at uni, it felt, and, although he missed him immensely, the stubborn teenager in him refused to admit it. Where they would have shared a bed whenever Fao was back, Finn had withdrawn and started keeping himself to himself. 

When Easter rolled around, Finn had become almost a shell of himself, the kid once just excited for easter eggs and family meals just…gone. No matter what anyone did, they just seemed to get nowhere, Finn pulling further and further away.

Fao could tell that Finn had become more withdrawn, as he came home for Easter. He knew his brother always struggled at this time of year - they all did. He missed him in bed, even with his pointy elbows and the constant fidgeting. But Fao knew what it was like to be a teenager, to want to be your own person. As much as they babied him, Finn wasn’t the small ten year old who’d been in hospital any more. He was growing up, and Fao was so proud of him. 

He’d gone to bed that evening, tired from travelling, and settled with a book to read for a while before he tried to sleep. It was nice, being home. A change from how busy things were at uni. Especially at this time of year, it was nice to be close to family.  

Finn just hadn't managed to get to sleep, he hadn't slept properly in a week. He gave up trying in the end, shuffling into Fao’s room. He knocked quietly, pushing the door open.

Fao looked up. “Finn?”

He didn’t say anything, joining Fao in bed. He pulled the duvet around him, settling down in silence.

Fao set his book down, humming as his brother curled up next to him. “Hey. You alright?”

If he was honest, he couldn’t trust himself to speak, to not just immediately break. He gave a grumble in response, refusing to even look at his brother. 

“That bad, eh?” Fao asked, nudging him before offering him his little stuffed toy. “Do you want Eeyore?”

He took him without hesitation, pulling him under his chin, next to Lion who had appeared from nowhere. 

“Guessing you don’t want to talk. Want me to read to you, like I used to?”

Finn almost managed a smile and he nodded, relieved Fao hadn't pushed him. 

Fao reached for his book again. “Alright. Some random crime stuff as ever. Maybe you can work out who did it.” He said, and started to read aloud. 

Finn let Fao read, content in the silence for a little while. Fao was halfway through the sentence when he spoke up, voice quiet and the pain clear in his tone. 

"Why didn't I die?"

Fao hesitated, looking at his book. “Why didn’t you die?” He echoed. “Honestly? I don’t know. They said that because you got CPR so quickly, because you got to hospital and had surgery so quickly, that that probably made a difference, but… you were just that small percentage that came out the other side.”

"But I should have."

“I should’ve died when Uncle Tomas shot me in the chest, but I didn’t, and now I get to be your brother.” Fao said with a shrug. “Sometimes this stuff just… happens.”

"But I should have." He tried again. "They always say I should have and most would have but I didn't and I don't know why!"

“Finn, breathe.” Fao said gently. “Being completely honest, nobody really knows why. We’re just glad you’re still here.”

"That doesn’t make any difference!"

“It fucks with your head, doesn’t it?”

He'd not expected that, and his argument died off on his tongue. "Yeah."

“I was still getting my head around it when I moved here, and then some weird kid ended up in my bed.” Fao teased. 

"I just made it better." He managed, though there was still a waver to his voice. 

“Yeah, you did.” Fao said sincerely. “The bestest little brother.”

Finn was quiet for a little while again, curled into Fao’s chest. "Fao? Is…is it bad that sometimes I don't want to be here?"

Fao thought for a moment, trying to find the words. It broke his heart to hear Finn talk like that. “It’s not a good thought to have, but it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Just means you maybe need to talk to someone.”

"I just…just sometimes think it would be better if I had died. I wouldn’t have all this in my head."

“Oh, Finn.” Fao said softly. “What you’ve been through is so crap, what you have to deal with. It definitely wouldn’t have been better if you’d have died.” He didn’t even want to think about what that might have meant for the family.

"But everybody else dies."

“Other people survive what you survived.”

He shook his head. "Not normally."

“Well, no, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be here now.”

"Maybe."

“You’re here, and I’m really glad that you are.”

"Can you read again?"

“Yeah, I can.” He said, but paused. “I won’t tell Mum what you’ve said if you don’t want me to, but you should talk to her. There are people who can help.”

"I don't want you to tell anyone."

“I won’t. Promise. But I want you to talk to people, alright? Don’t suffer through these thoughts on your own. You can call me whenever.”

[ink-and-sunbeams]

The Fey Path

Everytime my father asked me where I escaped to, I lied.

This was my gift, deception. It's not a sweet gift and it's not a gift that one should abuse. You have to care for it neatly. Otherwise, one day that gift may end up becoming a knife in the back placed there by your own hand.

This lie. The lie I handed to him so easily was something well-worn and entirely unimportant compared to the truth.

Green leaves and the summer warmth swam around me comfortably. I had walked this path many times, but each time it changed slightly and each time it became even softer beneath my barefeet. Excitement made me clench my fingers more tightly around the basket I'd been carrying.

I knew I had to share this.

Finally, I made it to the place where the willows bend and sweep their graceful branches across the face of the river. He wasn't here yet, but that was fine because I wanted the chance to settle first.

Unwrapping the contents of my basket, I brush my hands across the surface of the silver box that had been carefully nested inside. I knew once I clicked it open I would find a stone that swirled with a storm beneath the surface.

"What did you do?"

My friend and research partner was not entirely human. His body was a mangle of earthbent nature. So much so, that if you looked at him at a certain angle you would swear on your life it was just another shadow spot in the woods.

Dark hair twisted, tree-branch and ivy-tangled down across his eyes. Eyes, that were looking rather suspicously at me.

"Well, hello to you too." I sniped back.

"I did not say hello." His tone was as level as always as he made his way to sit down next to me. He peered over my shoulder at the silver box.

"Yes, I'm aware, I just- nevermind." It's always difficult to remember that sarcasm was not something that could be wielded against him. It didn't matter. I was too eager to share.

"Do you remember when we were talking about how some witches could take things out of dreams? Bring something back?"

He hesitated. "Yes. I remember, but that kind of magic is severely old and dangerous..."

I waited a moment for him to catch up as I gave him a better look at the stone. Recognition flooded his eyes.

"You didn't!"

A smile broke out across my face. "I did!"

"Bree, you did not." He was being a lot more serious than I thought he'd be.

"Look, I know that it is a bit on the dangerous side, but after we are done I can put it back." I kept my tone light and uplifting. Even he couldn't bring down my excitement. Not for this. "Just think of what we can do. This can unlock the door. You can get back! And, if I keep it or if I study it, maybe I can find a way to unlock that door permanently."

He was quiet for a long moment, but I saw the hunger in his eyes. He wanted to go back home, he had been stolen away from the main path for far too long.

Softly, he spoke. "The door isn't meant to stay open. The paths will come and go as nature intends, even witches can't keep that from happening. Maybe I can go back. Maybe. But if I do that means I probably won't be able to come back, and you... We may not be able to find each other again."

Now it was time for me to be quiet. It's not that I hadn't known this could be a possibility. It's just that I understood him too well. Being kept away from your true home was a story that I had also been apart of, my name penned in absolute ink. If I could write him a different ending then anything else wasn't as important.

"I know that. I do. But, I also know you and I know that being here isn't helpful for you. And you already helped me, so it's time I returned the favor."

That he nodded to. Favors. Bargains. Rules. All were important things to him. Personally, I often found them annoying. Like walking face-first into a spiderweb.

"Ok. Maybe you are right," He conceded, "Maybe. But if we use the stone to open the gate, it will use up an incredible amount of magic. And it will attract the attention of other unfavorable creatures. We'll need a plan."

"Perfect! We can make a plan. What's the worst that could happen?"

"We could both die."

"Let's not think about that. Now, how does this thing work?" I lifted the stone to the light.

[scldiersmercy]

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── Although her tone hadn't inspired much trust in the fact that she was truly making a promise, he nodded, smile intact. He was beginning to notice that she was uncomfortable, and that was the last thing he ever wanted. Reminding himself that she didn't know him nearly as well as he did her, and that wasn't saying all that much, he took note of the fact that she didn't seem to like talking about herself. "I know I can be a bit personal, I apologize if it's off putting. An old man like myself can't help but share his wisdom," he chuckled, folding and sorting, folding and sorting. He'd chose the most lax job he could when he saw she'd come in, hoping and praying to his father, wherever He was, that she might give him the opportunity to speak with her. He would never be able to express his gratitude sufficiently.

Michael had love for each and every one of his father's creations, but he definitely preferred the company of humans. Still, her passion for animals and ensuring their wellbeing was endearing. He'd known of her job, but he hadn't been aware of just how dedicated she was. It made him happy to know that she was driven enough to follow her passions; not everyone had that. "I'm excited to see you as well. It's nice to see younger people out doing their part in the community." She had no idea how true that was. She was the last of his created family, the one he found on his own. He loved his father and his siblings, but there was a different kind of love in his life now as well.

"That's interesting. I wonder why information like that isn't more widely available already... You'd think that those bringing animals into their home would want to care for them properly," he said thoughtfully. Yes, he knew there were some that abused their animals, that it was a common problem... But now that she framed things that way, maybe not everyone meant to. He'd have to keep that in mind. "Well, as friends," he began with a chuckle, loving that he could have at least a small part in her life, "I would love to offer my help in any way that I'm able. My expertise is elsewhere, but I'm always happy to learn more about the world and all of its creatures."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— Brows pulling together, Evan stared at him for a few seconds, unsure of what to make of his words. Of course he was being kind, and she appreciated that, but it was advice that felt so personal that it was weird coming from someone she'd just met. Swallowing hard and getting back to work, she shook her head, "I'm plenty kind to myself, promise," she said shyly, unsure of what else to say. She was lying, of course, she didn't really know how to be kind to herself, or what that even meant, but she could ease his concern. If that's what it was— she wasn't really sure.

No matter how strangely friendly and kind he was, she was glad that she'd been able to talk him into going to the shelter. They always needed more hands, over there. "I'm excited to see you there sometime," she said, her tone reflecting her words, "I think you're going to really enjoy yourself."

As for what she did, "oh, I'm a veterinarian. I don't really do the whole surgery thing, my specialties are actually more in nutrition and wound care. I've been trying to put together pamphlets for the office about different kinds of animals in the pet trade, because you'd be surprised how much misinformation there is out there. Did you know that iguanas need a ten by ten foot area and six feet of vertical space in their enclosures? And you see these people keep them in tiny cages that they can hardly turn around in, and it just hurts my soul..." She rambled, not realizing she was doing so.

[angelizs]

Speaking on crushes now weve heard ur thoughts on floyd what about jade 👀,how do you yourself think he may act ?,cause for an eel thats more secretive in his own ways its fun to think about

HII ANON!!

I like the way you think! Floyd with a crush is already entertaining, now imagine the quieter twin when he's infatuated with someone... let's see...

if you manage to attract Jade's affection, you must be quite something. I think he'd like someone who's curious and, like his brother, someone that doesn't stay stagnant and complacent, but is always looking ways to improve and to change! it helps to keep things far from boring! also, he'd like someone who listens to his interests and is willing to indulge him from time to time, even if they themselves don't actively take part in them. he'll gladly listen to them talking abt their interests in exchange! perhaps while they share some tea and the newest mushroom dish he's created...

hmmm, noticing that Jade has a crush would be quite hard, seeing as he's naturally more discreet. I think he'd talk more with his crush, not that he'd become a chatter box, mind you, but he'd be happy to share his interests with them and, depending on how far their trust relationship is, he might be willing to share a bit about himself, too. he'd be very curious and attentive to what they like and make sure to remember it, either so he can bring up in conversation later or so he can buy/make it for them. he'd be very teasing, but it's just that he likes the banter! having someone that can keep up with his light hearted jabs and throw back some equally as good can be very entertaining! I also think he'd like someone that can indulge him with some more serious topics of conversation that might require some more brain stimulation. if they can offer him new perspectives on things, he'd be delighted!

I think he's very atunned with his feelings and would notice if he's got a crush on someone, tho at first he'd proceed like normal just to see how things play out and to observe a bit more his own reactions, as well as theirs to check if it might be reciprocated. he might want to try to spend more time with them even with his busy schedule, convincing them to visit the lounge or to take a walk with him at the botanical garden. he miiight make some flirty remarks here and there or some more casual touches if he's got suspicions of them liking him back, but it would be nothing too remarkable and still subtle. he'd also act more like a gentleman/butler type around them and do little service acts (for free!! mostly). he might get a bit protective, if anyone is giving them trouble, all they need to do is say it to him and he'll take care of it :)

and if you manage to fluster him?? HE'S IN DEEP. take him by surprise, be with heartfelt gestures and words or a bold move forward, and he'll be so enthusiastic. he'll love to see what other unexpected things you'll do next!

I think Jade might also like some more domestic settings? while he enjoys his daily entertainment and healthy dose of chaos, getting some time to sit back and just have a quiet and peaceful moment with his love can be equally enjoyable. getting used to each other's presence and routines, doing little things for them and knowing each other in and out! just the intimacy and trust involved...

[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

ᴹʸ ᵍⁱᶠ

Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

[scribblyspaceskeleton]

The Great Return, Chapter 1

How long had it been? Years?

Rayman stared listlessly at the ceiling.

It had been far too long since the Hall of Doors had malfunctioned and sent him… Here.

This wretched, painfully slow dimension full of strange rabbit creatures that had hassled him so badly he was forced to move house multiple times. This world with nothing interesting to do, no excitement, nothing to protect or watch over, just that itchy bone-deep ennui that he couldn't seem to shake off.

At first this quiet hideaway had given him a shaky peace of mind, though he had still looked over his shoulder for any sign of those godforsaken shrieking aliens for a while afterward, but he'd barely left his house outside of for necessities or work.

Now, it was just wading through glue, day after day, with no powers to speak of since he'd arrived here-- this dimension seemed to entirely lack magic of any kind, for all he knew.

Gods, did he miss his friends. He thought about Ly, and Murfy, and Globox, and sighed heavily. The poor guy must be going frantic without his best friend there.

It had been far too long since he'd seen any of them.

And when was the last time he'd made music, either?

The Limbless thought to himself for a moment, then turned his hands up in an approximation of a shrug and heaved himself off of the futon.

You know what? Why not.

For the first time in gods knew how long, Rayman walked out of his house for something he wanted.

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The bell softly rang as the door to the music shop opened, the radio quietly playing classic rock in the background. The owner looked up to ask what this new customer might like to look for here, but the words caught in his throat when he realized this person was very much not human.

Oh god, another alien.

Gary, the old man who ran the shop, had had his unfair share of run-ins with those rabbit-like emissaries of noise and chaos, so seeing a non-human entity walk into his store set him on edge at first- but this individual looked like nothing of the sort. What… was this guy? He didn't seem to have arms, legs, or a neck-- he was just a bunch of floating body parts. Not wanting to stare or seem rude, but also needing to keep an eye on him, Gary wasn't sure what to make of it.

As he watched, the being calmly walked through the store and seemed to take a genuine interest in the instruments, the guitars particularly catching his attention. "Excuse me, sir," he asked softly, "is it okay if I take this down off the rack? I want to try it out, I'm looking to get one."

Oh, he's not like those other rabbit things at all. He's polite.

"Sure. What are you looking for?"

They talked for a while about the instruments, the different makers, and eventually the conversation drifted into music as whole and what kind they each liked to listen to. As they were talking, it dawned on Gary that this very unique individual had begun strumming along in time with the song on the radio. He really did seem like he felt what he was playing, and he nailed every chord and key change.

"Damn, you learn quick!"

The limbless being smiled. "I've been making music for a very long time-- eventually, you start to pick up on patterns." The way he said that intrigued Gary- there was something a bit mysterious about his tone. "How long have you been playing for?" That question did not get anywhere near the kind of response Gary expected- instead, the alien looked like he was doing some serious math in his head. He counted on his fingers, put his hands to his temples, squinted--

"Erm… At least since I was a kid, and that was… A big fucking number ago."

The old man snorted. "Well, either you've got a serious case of baby face, or I need to get my eyes checked. How old are you?" A knowing smile had started to creep onto the alien's face. "Listen. Listen. I don't wanna do all that math again. Let's just say it's in the ballpark of I sleep on the scale of centuries, for fun."

Something about the way he'd said that, the sudden change of tone for emphasis, made it dawn on Gary that he was completely serious. "Well, I'm gonna go out on a limb and believe you. I mean--" The old man had an expression like he'd just tipped too far back in his chair. "I didn't mean to-- You, uh--"

At this faux pas the alien burst out laughing. "You're fine! I just hope this guitar doesn't cost an arm and a leg!"

Relieved that the being didn't seem bothered and instead found it funny, Gary relaxed a bit. "Hey, I don't think I ever got your name! I'm Gary, I run this old shop here with my nephew Carl, he'll be in tomorrow if y'all wanna come back."

The being smiled, and extended his floating hand. "I'm Rayman! Nice to meet you."

---

Rayman paid for his guitar and walked out of the store, feeling at least a little bit refreshed from the social interaction. By the time he left, it was already dark outside. The Limbless looked up at the sky and took in the stars- he couldn't remember the last time he'd even bothered to do that.

Rayman decided he didn't want to go home just yet-- he'd sit and take in the fresh air, and look at his surroundings. He found a bench and sat down.

The stars glittered in the sky in silver, yellow, and even red, and the full moon was high overhead-- its light cast a soft bluish glow onto the little town, as well as highlighted the shape of the big dark puffy clouds that framed the whole scene up there. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen in quite a while, perhaps since he'd even gotten here-- it wasn't like he'd had a second to spare to take in the scenery while being chased and stressed out to hell by those godforsaken Rabbids.

Watching the Moon made him feel a deep sense of calm- it was grounding, it reminded him of where he'd come from, and what he had fought for over tens of thousands of years. For a moment he was so absorbed in the view, he'd almost forgotten where he was. Rayman fiddled with his new guitar, his spirits rising by the second. He got totally lost, between the song he was playing and that view, completely absorbed in the music and the beauty overhead. He really got into it, improvising riffs, jamming out, totally oblivious to the fact that a couple people had stopped to watch him and listen in.

Outside of the Limbless' awareness, a man with the most baffled expression slowly walked up to him, needing to get a better understanding of what exactly the fuck he was looking at. He looked at Rayman himself, then the guitar, then back at him, unable to process how this collection of disembodied parts was actually playing this instrument at all, let alone so well. He sat down with the other two people on the other bench, and they quietly talked amongst themselves. He asked, hesitantly, "Is that one of them fancy new robots, or…?"

One of the duo responded back, a young-ish hipster with a beanie, probably in his late 20s or early 30s. "We're not sure, man. I don't know if it's someone getting especially creative with drones, but damn, does that sound good."

The confused guy added, "Is he… alive? You saw him look up at the sky, right? That looked like real genuine joy there." The goth girl the hipster was sitting next to seemed to have put herself between him and the Limbless, and she looked tense and a bit worried. "There's no way in hell that isn't a Fae." The hipster scoffed. "Oh, please, don't bring that woo woo shit into this. It's not real. It's gotta be robots."

The goth girl rolled her eyes. "You look at him and tell me that's a robot. Look at how he's moving! He seems too… organic. And I can feel how strong his magic is, he could be potentially dangerous." She continued in irritation. "Besides, we live in a world with loud, annoying aliens in it! You're gonna accept those, but act like magic doesn't exist?"

"Whatever, Mar. I'm just gonna watch the show." The hipster said with a dismissive hand wave. Oblivious to the conversation between the humans, Rayman finished his song with a contented sigh. His awareness of the world around him finally returned, and he realized with a start that a few people had gathered around. When he realized all of them were human and he hadn't attracted any unwanted attention, he relaxed.

"Hi there!"

All three of them were startled when he looked at them and spoke. "Don't worry, I'm pretty used to that reaction by now."

The confused man looked like he was having a mild existential crisis at this point. He looked like he wanted to say something, but was having trouble finding the words. "So, are you, uh… What are you? Are you alive?"

Rayman snorted. Okay, so I get to have this conversation again.

"I get that a lot. I mean, I'm sitting here talking to you, aren't I?" The hipster guy looked intrigued. "So you're not someone's drone art installation, then?"

The Limbless tilted his head and paused for several seconds as he processed what the guy just said-- this was the first time someone's response had caught him off guard like this in a while.

"Ummm…. No." His head was foggy for lack of powers, and he needed more time to put his thoughts into words.

Just then, Gary came walking by, having closed the store for the night and starting on his way home. He has just gotten off of a phone call with someone. "Oh, speak of the devil! There you are, I was just telling my wife all about you." The hipster nodded in recognition. "Hey, Uncle Gary. So… You know this… dude…?" Rayman nodded. "So you must be Carl, then? Your uncle mentioned you when we talked earlier." The goth girl almost flinched. She looked noticeably more stressed than before. Did you seriously give him your NAMES.

Gary nodded excitedly. "I met him at the shop earlier, he just got that guitar. This is Rayman, he's really interesting! We talked all about music, he must have been here for hours." The Limbless smiled and nodded, extending his floating hand. "I'll talk your ear off about it if you'll let me!" The goth girl pinched the bridge of her nose when Carl also extended his own hand.

When Carl shook Rayman's hand, his demeanor changed quite a bit, from skeptical and a bit dismissive to wide-eyed with barely-stifled shock. This was no robot. That was definitely a real living hand. This guy must have been an alien. Carl turned and looked at the confused guy as if to say you seeing this shit?

"Well," the confused guy offered, "if we've got another alien around, I'm so glad you're not anything like those fucking bunny things. I don't even wanna mention them by name, it feels like they'd show up."

The absolutely dead-inside look on Rayman's face at that comment about Rabbids sent three of the four humans into a fit of knowing, understanding laughter. "Oh, I hate them," he said with the kind of exhaustion you only get from many years' worth of accrued psychic damage. "I had to move house because of them harassing me. I came here to hopefully escape them, this is the first time I've felt comfortable enough to come outside and wander around in quite a while."

Carl and Gary looked horrified.

"I am so sorry," the old man replied sympathetically, "that sounds like an absolute nightmare. Is there anything we can do to help? I don't want you to-- Ow! What, why?!" The goth girl had bumped Gary pretty firmly on the side. She said nothing, and was still eyeing Rayman pretty intensely. It was hard to read her, and it made him a bit nervous.

"Hey, I don't think you ever told me your name," he offered.

"No, I don't think I have," she said flatly, while giving a pointed look to both Carl and Gary. It was like she was asking them, what the fuck have you DONE?

Not shaking his hand, not giving him her name, never giving him a direct answer? It suddenly occurred to Rayman why the girl was so wary of him-- he realized he felt like he was on the other end of interactions he'd seen the Fairies have with outsiders to the Glade. She could tell he was a magical being and was reacting accordingly. Something else also dawned on him-- this meant magic indeed existed on this plane.

The Limbless tilted his head, realizing this conversation was going in a direction that was much more his speed, and asked a very blunt question. "Do you think I might be a fairy?" "Maybe I do." She still hadn't taken her eyes off of him. "And maybe this one will finally stop dismissing magic as nonsense," she added with a glare at Carl, who put his hands up in defeat. "Okay. Whatever. Magic is real. You win."

Rayman frowned. This guy's vibes were rancid.

"Back to my point. I am asking why you are here in this world. Be direct and tell me the full truth." Rayman sighed, and once more turned his hands up in a sort of shrug.

"Honest answer? I just want to go home. I didn't come here on purpose, something was wrong with our portal system back on my homeworld, and… It sent me here. I lost my powers, the Rabbids wouldn't leave me alone, and I have yet to figure out how to get back home."

The girl nodded slowly.

He continued, "I'm honestly pretty worried, since I'm supposed to be the one protecting that world and warding off evil. Without me in the picture, it's gonna be a hell of a lot harder for the Glade to defend itself if, gods forbid, they've been attacked. It's been so long that I've just about given up hope."

Gary, who had listened intently for a while, finally spoke up. "I think he's telling the truth. This guy doesn't have a mean bone in his body, from what I know. And Carl," he said, with his eyebrows raised for emphasis, "I want you to stop giving Mariana a hard time about magic. We already have aliens, and that's where you draw the line?" Carl looked embarrassed at being called out by his uncle. He said nothing.

The confused guy snorted, clearly trying to stifle laughter.

"Well," said Mariana, "I am a witch- I know a thing or two about magickal practice, and I could possibly teach you a few things that could help you. What kinds of powers did you have?"

Rayman actually had to stop and think for a second. It had been so long since he'd had any magic in him, he was actually rusty. He looked up at the moon for a moment or two.

"Well, I'm called Rayman for a reason, and not just 'cause it sounds cool-- I'm made of moonlight! The Fairies from my homeland gathered up a ton of the stuff and made me with it. They gave me two brain cells to rub together-- one of them is for music, and the other says PUNCH THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA THINGS."

Gary stuck a finger in his now-ringing ear at the sudden jump in volume.

The excited yelling seemed to take a lot out of Rayman, though, and he had to stop for a second to catch his breath.

He groaned. He hated feeling like this.

"I'm supposed to be a really powerful fighter, and my fist was always my go-to attack. I took down a whole army of Robo-Pirates one by one when they invaded my home!"

Rayman beamed proudly, fondly recalling one of his greatest accomplishments.

"You can… Imagine how demoralizing it was when I couldn't even defend against a bunch of screaming rabbits with plungers." The smile dropped from his face as he finished that thought, and there was a brief flash of tired, genuine sadness in his eyes.

"Wait. You're based in the Moon, right?" Mariana asked, a lightbulb going off in her head. "This is a hunch, but I have something that I think might help you. Since it's the Full Moon right now, when you head home, go fill something clear with water and put it outside so it can absorb the light-- that's how you make moon water. You could drink that and see if it helps you any?" Rayman had to take a moment to process what the Witch had just said.

"…Wait, really?" The Limbless looked like he was on the verge of tears. Mariana nodded. "I don't want to get your hopes up too much, because there's no guarantee it'll do anything, but it's worth a try, right? Just be sure to bring the water inside before morning, because that's how you get sun water."

He nodded quickly, tempering his hopeful excitement a bit. "Thank you so much for the tip! If this does anything to help, I am in your debt!"

----

Rayman and the people on the benches said their goodbyes, and he started the walk home. There was a bit of a bounce in his step as he briskly made his way back to the house with the guitar under his "arm"- because for the first time in who knows how long, he felt hopeful.

The Limbless got tupperware, cups with lids, anything transparent that he could find, and filled them all with water. He set them carefully on the tables outside on his back patio, where they could sit openly in the moonlight, and set an alarm on his phone so he could bring them inside before dawn.

Like he was gonna be able to sleep that night, anyway.

Sure enough, he tossed and turned all night like a kid on the night before Christmas, and before he knew it, it was 5:30 am and it was starting to get a little bit blue outside.

When he went to retrieve the moon water, Rayman could have sworn he felt energy emanating off of it. That's promising, he thought as he put most of the various containers into the fridge, but leaving a glass of the stuff on the counter.

Welp, here goes nothing.

Rayman grabbed a straw out of one of the drawers in the kitchen, since it was difficult to drink out of a glass when one had a nose like his, and downed the moon water. He waited, remembering what Mariana had said about the chance that this might do nothing, and hoped to the gods that she was wrong.

…Wait, my headache is gone!

Despite not getting much sleep, Rayman realized that the brain fog he'd had since arriving in this dimension was fading away. His mind felt clearer than it had in years, and he could actually think. This effect in and of itself was absolutely blissful after years of bone-deep exhaustion!

"…I feel like me again!" he wondered aloud to himself.

Once again figuring why not, he walked back out onto the patio to watch the sunrise, and was about to sit down on the porch swing when he realized he was buzzing- the energy from the moon water was building up in his body like a slow-acting Silver Lum, and the ring on his chest had flickered to life.

It was the unmistakable feeling of some of his powers returning.

Rayman couldn't believe it. He stood there for a moment, mouth agape in shock and amazement, then hurriedly looked around for something to test his newly-regained trademark magic fist on. Gathering up the empty soda cans that had piled up on his nightstand and giving them a renewed lease on life, the Limbless stacked them up on the porch railing, charged up a throw, and let fly.

BOOM! Rayman's fist sent the cans flying everywhere!

He whooped, hollered, and pumped his fists in the air as he hopped around the back patio; his triumphant laughter gave way to tears of joy, relief, and overwhelming resolve. "It's gonna be okay! I can fight back! I can finally fix this!" he choked out between heaving sobs.

Thank you, Mariana!

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

Izzy takes a moment to clean up the wound better, having brought all the necessary supplies with him. He has enough experience with wounds. He is already applying the paste when Ed speaks again.

❝He knows ya love him, Eddie.❞ Izzy's tone was soft, somewhat awkward as it has been whenever he tried to talk to Ed that way lately. And he isn't lying, he has never lied to Ed all the time they knew each other. Even when he brought the English to him, Izzy had warned him that he'd make them pay for banning him from the ship. ❝I don't think the last thing you say to someone is the most important thing. ❞ He couldn't even remember what was the last thing he told his mother that day she fell down and never got up. But would great or mundane last words make a difference to a lifetime of what they were? Yeah, Stede and Ed didn't know each other for that long, but they had... something, a light shared between them, a mutual excitement about the world, their world.

❝Love is there, even it's behind anger. ❞ he muttered, before wiping his hands to the cloth he had brought with him. He rarely talked to Ed like that... about that, about feelings. When was the last time they had talked - or at least Izzy talked about something important? How often had he told himself that very sentence over the years? That Ed loved him even though he rarely showed it, even if they weren't as close as they were. Even when he made him scared. When he hurt him. He shook his head. It wasn't the same. Maybe he didn't know how these two fought, but he imagined it was how Pete and Lucius fought, with scoffs and saying the word 'fuck', before storming off and making out the next day.

It was nothing short of a miracle that Edward was alive. He was alive, but not... right. Not all the time. Sometimes, he felt like electrical shocks were going through his body. Sometimes, he seemed to freeze and loose track of where and when he was. He kept it quiet most of the time, trying to not act on his confusion.

Why were we having a talent show?

Some would blame it on some kind of fog caused by the emotional state that he had been in at the time, and that was fine. He suspected it had more to do with the softer parts of his skull. The parts of his head that still felt more like a rotten melon than anything else.

That wasn't something he should share with Stede. There was a sort of irony to it, he supposed. Both of them taking a blow to the head from a cannon ball. Jim had dropped it and it had clipped him rather than smashing his face in. This... this had come hurtling out of the sky, still hot from the bore of the cannon.

Stede was the luckiest person any of them knew, but Ed didn't know how well that luck would hold through something like this. Not something like this.

"Yeah," one word and yet it still came out sounding so fucking broken. What else was there to say? Letting out any other words felt like admitting to the softness in his head. Some flurry that he wouldn't be able to control, some statement of confusion and loss. He shouldn't survive this any more than Stede should.

He sniffed and dropped his bloody hand back down to rest against Stede's chest. It would have been better if Izzy had come to gloat. He'd at least know how to respond to that.

"Told him to fuck himself. Fuck off? Doesn't fucking matter," the words came out of him unbidden, driven through his teeth before he could clip them off at the source.

[bibliosophist]

Asmodeus with a mc who is insecure. They thinks they are not good enough for him and think he'd rather be with someone prettier. He find out and go's to comfort mc.

Tonight is the night. Panacea Skincare is having a launch party to celebrate their new line of products, and Asmodeus is the face of the campaign. He’s talked about nothing else but this party for a fortnight, and now it’s here.

The first thing you see when you enter the hall is a screen displaying a thirty foot tall photo of your boyfriend. In it Asmo is sprawled across a white marble bench set amid a lush, verdant garden. One of his milky white arms rests above his head, the other lays across his bare stomach. Only a swath of silky white fabric covers his hips. He’s lithe and lean, with both the indentations of his ribs and the toned planes of his stomach on display. Letters forming the words Panacea Skincare scrawl themselves across the bottom of the screen.

He squeals as he runs across the room towards his own likeness, pulling you along behind him.

“I can’t believe it! (Y/N), look, it’s me!”

“It’s you. You look incredible. I mean, you always look incredible, but you’re practically glowing.”

He giggles. “I know, right? They didn’t even alter the photograph at all. That’s one of their principles- no retouching. Panacea wants everyone to know that they’re honest and authentic. But,” he grins, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “why not stack the deck in your favour, right? That’s why they came to me. Who else has skin this close to flawless?”

You smile and squeeze his hand. “Nobody.”

“Exactly! Darling, would you mind taking a picture of me with me?” he asks, striking a pose next to the photo. He leans forward slightly, one hand braced on his thigh while the other throws a peace sign. He winks at the camera.

You snap a half dozen photos of him from different angles. You know what Asmo means when he says “take a picture.”

A high pitched squeal breaks your impromptu photoshoot. When you whip your head around to the source of the noise, you find a beautiful young demon standing stock still, pointing at Asmo. “It’s him! It’s Asmodeus!”

In a matter of seconds, Asmo is engulfed in a swarm of admirers. Some hang off his arms, others clutch at his hands. One particularly enamored demon drapes themself over Asmo’s shoulders. Camera flashes sting your eyes- it seems that the entire room is desperate for a selfie with your boyfriend. You can just barely see Asmo’s amid the crowd. A perfect smile lights up his face- he’s absolutely in his element.

As the mass of demons around him continues to grow, you’re shunted to the edge of the room. You don’t really mind; it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. Being with Asmo means having to be okay with sharing his attention, and you've accepted that. Still, you can’t say that it doesn’t make your stomach twist when you see the gorgeous demon with their head on Asmo’s shoulder whisper something in his ear that makes the Avatar of Lust giggle.

You’re so preoccupied with watching the encounter that it takes you a moment to notice the two demons standing a few feet away from you, heads bent together over their drinks. It isn’t until you hear your name that your ears perk up.

“(Y/N)... Yes, that sounds right. (Y/N).” says one of the demons. They both have sleek, bottle glass green hair down to their waists and skin the colour of sun bleached canvas. Sirens, you think.

Beside them, their similarly striking friend snorts. “Even their name is common. I can’t believe Asmodeus, of all demons, has settled for that.”

“Maybe they’re more than meets the eye. You’ve met the other human, Solomon, right? They say he’s the most powerful sorcerer to have ever lived.”

“Unlikely,” says the other one. They make no attempt to hide the way their eyes rove over you, or the way their lip curls before they continue. “If they had any kind of magical power, they’d spruce themselves up a bit. Would you be caught dead looking like that if you could help it?”

“No, I suppose not,” says the first, sipping at their drink.

You feel the blood rise to your face. It’s not like you haven’t thought the same thing yourself a thousand times since you started dating Asmo, but to hear it said out loud...

Ducking your head to hide the tears pricking your eyes, you make your way across the hall to the washrooms. Thank whoever designed this building, they’re single occupant. You lock the door behind you and, closing the lid of the toilet, sink down onto it.

They’re right. You know they’re right. You see the way eyes linger on you when you’re together. You went to high school, you know that look. The “what’s he doing with them” look. What did Asmo see in you? He could have his choice of lovers from any of the three realms. Even among humans, you’re... average. What does the most beautiful creature in existence want with average?

You feel the telltale sting of tears rising to your eyes just as a knock echoes through the small room. “There’s someone in here,” you say, trying your best to keep your voice steady.

“(Y/N), it’s me.” Asmodeus.

“I- I’m in here.”

“Hon, open the door. Please.”

With a monumental effort, you push back the tears. Smoothing down the outfit you’d so carefully chosen for his big event, you cross the room and unlatch the door. As soon as the lock clicks open, he’s pushing his way into the bathroom and relocking the door behind him.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, reaching for your hand. Instinctually you pull back. If he touches you now, you know you won’t be able to hold the tears in. He looks crushed. “(Y/N)? Did I do something?”

Well, crap. The very last thing you wanted to do was ruin this night for him. He’d been so excited. You couldn’t have him thinking that this was in any way his fault.

“No, no, of course not. I just- just have a headache, that’s all.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Really,” you say, turning away from him as the tears threaten to reappear. “Just go back out there, I’ll be fine in a few min-”

A warm hand on your waist spins you around. “I thought we promised never to lie to each other. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

The look in his eyes as they try to catch yours pushes you over the edge, and before you know it you’re sobbing. He pulls you to him, rubbing his hand over your back in slow circles. You pull away, knowing that your tears will leave ugly marks on his beautiful shirt. When you try to say as much he shushes you, pulling you against him even tighter. “To hell with the shirt. What happened?”

Knowing there’s no way you’ll be able to brush this off now you relay what you overheard the Sirens saying. “And the worst thing Asmo, the very worst thing is that I know they’re right. I know it. And I know that someday you’ll leave me, and-”

“Is that really what you think of me?”

“W-what?”

“Do you really think I’m so shallow?”

“No, I didn’t mean- it’s just that you’re so beautiful. You could have anyone- absolutely anyone. Why would you settle for someone that isn’t your equal? Or as close to your equal as anyone could get, because I mean-”

“Stop,” Asmo says, cutting you off. “Listen to me. Normally I’d love nothing more than to listen to you babble about how beautiful I am, but not while you’re being so ridiculous.” He sighs. “I’ve had a lot of lovers, (Y/N). I’ve been with beautiful creatures- Demons, humans, even angels. But,” he runs his hands down your arms, slipping his hands into yours, “None of them were you.”

“So what, you’ve had your fill and now you’re ready to slum it?” You know you’re being belligerent, but you can’t help it.

“I absolutely did not say that, and you know it. I do think you’re beautiful, (Y/N). Of course I do. But that’s not why I love you. I love you for you. Do you only love me because I’m beautiful?”

“No,” you mumble, “but it’s a nice perk.”

The vibrations of his chuckle tickle your cheek. “Darling, in my long, long life I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. Helen of Troy didn’t make my heart stutter like you do.”

“You dated Helen of Troy?”

“‘Dated’ Is a strong word, and that’s a story for another time. Please believe me when I say you’re the one I want to be with.”

You sniffle one final time, squeezing his fingers in yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. And, once I’ve taught those Sirens how to accessorize with their own intestines, I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of the night with you on my arm. What do you say?”

[rehkkuma]

she's all yours | okuyasu x reader

summary: unlike his partner in crime, Okuyasu lacked experience in the dating field. Once he believes that he may have a chance with his crush, his best friend begins to get in the way.

words: 1.8k

disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, modern AU (basically just phones being involved), tiny bit of angst, fluff, and cursing.

He was staring again. The poor 16-year-old boy couldn't help but notice every single detail about her: the slight tilt in her walk whenever she went up the stairs, how she would tie her shoes, and the unfortunate glint of light in her eyes whenever she spoke with his best friend.

Y/n L/n was someone extremely special to him (whether she knew it or not). She could read his expressions so clearly, sometimes knowing more about Okuyasu than Okuyasu did himself. The emotions he couldn't quite put his finger on, she always had an answer to. At times, he felt undeserving of the friendship he had with her. After coming to terms with his developing feelings for the girl, of course she began to get closer with his best friend.

He was painfully aware of the difference in treatment he received compared to Josuke. While Josuke could be referenced as Morioh's pretty-boy delinquent, Okuyasu was more like the intimidating ruffian that stood by his side. Obviously, Y/n did not think of Okuyasu in that way, but her perception of him didn't matter if he was considered nothing more than a friend.

"Hey," Josuke called out, concerned for his friend.

"Y-Yeah?" Okuyasu stuttered, trying to regain his thoughts.

"Whatcha lookin' at?"

Okuyasu silently thanked Y/n for standing in a crowd with other students. If she stood any further from the school's front entrance, it would've been easy for Josuke to pinpoint who he was eyeing.

"Nothing, really. Just thought I saw a cute girl."

Josuke shrugged his shoulders, repositioning himself so his back laid more comfortably against the tree. "Well, if you do see one, ask 'em out or somethin'. I wanna see you have your first kiss before we graduate," he chuckled.

"Mhm, yup," Okuyasu responded, eyes now glued to the grass he was sitting on. He was about to spew out a self-deprecating joke but stopped himself once he noticed Y/n approaching the two of them. Immediately, he recognized Josuke's energy shift from disinterest to eagerness.

"Y/n!" Josuke cheerfully said, waving at the girl.

"Hi, you two!" she waved back. Once coming close enough, she sat down along with the boys, her knees lacing together in a criss-cross position. Because of the short distance between her and Okuyasu, the boy could smell the flowery essence emitting off of her body. He wasn't too fond of fragrances, but the one Y/n had was light and sweet-- perfectly suiting her personality.

Before he knew it, Okuyasu was staring again. The only thing that got him to snap back into reality was the cry of laughter Y/n let out after Josuke made a funny remark.

"Did you hear that Okuyasu?" Y/n choked out, leaning back with both hands on her stomach.

"Y-Yeah." Okuyasu fake laughed, really having no clue what the hell was going on.

"God," Y/n sighed as she wiped off the faint tears forming in her eyes. "I wish I could hang out with you guys a bit longer, but I just wanted to drop by and say hi. I gotta help out with some chores tonight."

"It's all good," Josuke smiled. "But only if you promise to call me tonight."

The girl rolled her eyes while getting up from the ground. "We'll have to see about that, Jojo!" She then stuck her tongue out before scurrying off to her house.

Josuke chuckled, slowly placing his chin on the palm of his hand. "She's pretty cute, isn't she?" he said, eyes glued to the girl's figure in the distance.

"Yeah, she sure is."

* * *

Okuyasu could remember the first time he met her as clear as day: his hands were tucked deep into his pockets, feet dragging along the sidewalk while he was on his way to school. Unlike his regular routine, Josuke was unable to walk with him due to an argument breaking out between him and his mother. It seemed like a bummer at the moment, but maybe it was actually a blessing in disguise.

"Fuck!"

In front of Okuyasu's feet laid a girl. Her uniform was stained with a bright red juice and its can rolled next to her. He didn't recall exactly what happened, but he did feel someone's face hit his chest before hearing a thud.

"I didn't get any on you, did I?" the girl asked with panic.

Okuyasu, hands still in his pockets, shook his head. "Mnn. Don't think you did."

"Okay, thank God. These stains are so hard to get rid of."

That was one of the first things that Okuyasu remembered from Y/n. Her casual way of talking was enough to make any stranger feel like a good friend. Something about this girl piqued his interest.

"Guess it's not your first time, huh?" he hummed.

"You'd think I'd learn my lesson after the third time."

After the small accident, Okuyasu took the girl to the laundromat. Classes would begin in any minute, but neither one of the pair minded skipping it.

"Oi, what're you gonna be wearin' in the meantime? Don'tcha think the teacher's gonna kick your ass for showing up like that?" Okuyasu pointed at the revealing tank top she wore.

"Yeah, definitely. That's why you should totally let me borrow your top," she winked.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself. I don't even have a clue on what your name is."

"L/n." she replied crassly. "It's Y/n L/n."

That was several months ago. Since then, their relationship started to significantly grow. From sending short texts to sharing a few inside jokes, to hanging out every other day after school. In Okuyasu's eyes, it was inevitable for him to fall for a girl like her.

Right before he could spill about his crush to his best friend, Josuke had already introduced himself to her. It crushed Okuyasu to see the girl he loves slowly start to move on from him-- to his own best friend nevertheless.

All of his frustrations were best to be kept to himself. No way could he express his jealousy to Josuke or Y/n. Out of all the girls that fawned over Josuke, why did she have to be one of them?

**Brring**

Okuyasu rolled his body to the other side of his bed. On a nightstand was his phone that rang. The alarm was just loud enough to break through the pessimistic thoughts roaring through his brain.

"Who's this?" he asked, too lazy to check the contact number.

"It's me, Okuyasu! Why, is it that hard to use a second of your time to check the contact name?"

He recognized that voice anywhere. It was her.

"Aw, look. I was in bed, alright?" he smiled, feeling his mood change immediately after speaking with her.

A small giggle echoed from the other end of the phone. "Alright! I wasn't here to nag you all night anyways." The girl then cleared her throat with a cough before soon speaking again. "I was thinking we should hang out tomorrow. For ice cream, maybe. Just us."

Small butterflies began to form in his stomach from hearing the last sentence. "Just us" had never sounded better.

"Sounds good to me."

"Great!" she nearly interrupted. "A-Ah, sorry! I just got excited. It feels like we've been parting ways the past couple of weeks, but I promise tomorrow's gonna make up for it!"

"It's alright," Okuyasu sighed. "See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow!" she repeated.

* * *

Was it just Okuyasu or did she look way cuter today? The makeup she wore differed from the one she usually had on, her accessories managed to compliment her eyes even more, and she even put an effort into customizing her uniform like Josuke and Okuyasu despite expressing her laziness multiple times. She looked like an absolute doll.

"Hmph." She huffed. "You've been doing that a lot lately," she said flatly.

"Doing what?"

"Staring at me like I'm some crazy person."

Okuyasu internally panicked for a few seconds but composed himself. "You just look pretty lately, that's all."

He expected a cheeky comeback in return but was left with a bashful smile from her instead.

"Let's just hurry up and get ice cream..." she said, eyes faced to the ground.

Okuyasu nodded at her suggestion and began to walk, making sure his pace wasn't too fast for Y/n. He'd occasionally give a glance at her direction to know if he was walking at a comfortable speed for her.

Several minutes of walking and a few casual conversations later, the duo made it to the ice cream shop. Y/n ordered a mix of her two favourite flavours while Okuyasu ordered two scoops of mocha almond fudge. Feeling a bit more gentleman-like today, Okuyasu insisted on paying for the both of them.

"Thanks for the ice cream!" the girl said, taking a small lick of the cone. "I feel like the more I hang out with you, the more things I owe you back," she chuckled as the two left the shop.

"Don't sweat it. Hangin' out with you's enough for me." Okuyasu smiled.

"Ah, really?" she blushed. "That's... really sweet of you."

There she did it again. No witty comeback. Just a flustered reply.

"Somethin' up with you? Eat something bad today?" he asked.

"Hm?"

"You're just actin' a bit different, that's all. Not sayin' it's bad though. I kinda like it." Okuyasu continued to walk on the sidewalk but stopped once he realized Y/n was frozen still. "Hey, you comin'?"

Y/n began to slowly jog her way to Okuyasu. When she caught up with him, she paused once more, now looking into the young boy's eyes. "I feel like you don't hear yourself talk sometimes," she said. "I can't tell if you're flirting or you're just naturally this oblivious."

He didn't know how to respond. He was starting to get nervous from how close their faces were. If he wanted to, he could practically count each beauty mark on her face.

"Well?" she said.

"Well..." Okuyasu tried to come up with something but found himself paying more attention to the girl's lips. They looked plush and soft with a slight glossy coat from the ice cream.

Eventually, the girl noticed where he was looking at. Slowly, she closed the already small gap between the two.

"Okuyasu," she breathed out with a gentle tone. "I really like you."

"I-" he stuttered. "Not Josuke?"

"Josuke?" She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled. "I don't know what you think is going on between us, but it's not that. He's not exactly my type either."

Okuyasu couldn't believe what he was hearing. Before he could say anything back, he felt her lips against his right cheek. It was a delicate kiss. Maybe a bit sticky, but it made his heart do several backflips nevertheless.

Once her lips left his skin, she stood awkwardly in front of him. The way she looked up at his eyes with that lovestruck gaze made Okuyasu realize something he didn't before: he wouldn't need to jealous of other guys. It was clear that Y/n L/n was all his.

[kaijime]

picture perfect

includes. step-brother! hinata shoyo x f!reader

cw. step-cest, mentions of nudes, masturbation, blackmailing, toys [butt plug], fingering, use of pet name 'bunny', video recording, praise kink, vaginal penetration, creampie, theres a mirror?

wc. 2.1k

a/n. this is for @dilfhub's everything-cest collab, hope you like it!! also i might make a pt. 2 for this

hinata knows what you've been doing, the pictures you've been posting, and the videos you've been sharing for anyone to see, and he plans to use it for his own benefit.

tit started with atsumu showing him a picture of a girl online, 'some girl on onlyfans' he said, but as soon as hinata saw one picture, he was hooked on your body. he quickly asked atsumu for a link to your account because he couldn't get enough of you from just a few pictures.

that night when he finally arrived to his room he was eager to follow the link atsumu had sent him. he paid for the exclusive photos and delved into them.

the most recent one was a picture of a girl's body, posing in front of the mirror, a pastel pink bralette and thin, lacy panties adorned her figure. he could swear he recognized that phone case from somewhere, but he brushed it off as a casualty.

but as he scrolled through the gallery, he kept recognizing things from the background. a jewelry box, the bed sheets, some shoes on the floor.

and then it clicked in his mind.

your jewelry box, the one he'd seen you open thousands of times when he still lived in your parent's house. your bed sheets, he remembers the day you bought them, claiming this color would match your room aesthetic. your shoes, the one's he specifically remembered you wearing for your family reunion.

it was too specific to be a coincidence, but you wouldn't do this kind of thing, right? when he still lived in the house, you never seemed like that type of girl. you never invited any boys over, and you never wore such revealing clothes like the ones you wear in these pictures.

he's scrolled too far, and every single picture he's seen has only driven him to his position right now, cock in his hand, stroking himself to you. he didn't care if it was you anymore, he needs relief after seeing your body with those different poses, different underwear that made his mind run wild with thoughts of making you his.

but his hand around his cock isn't enough to satisfy him. now that he's convinced you took those photos of yourself, he only wants to be buried between your legs, he wants to see how much of his cock you can take before whining and pawing at his chest, moaning that its too much for you to handle.

as soon as he pictures you sprawled out on the bed beneath him, panting his name as he ruts into you, he's a goner. he cums quickly, thick ropes of his cum falling on his stomach and dripping down his toned body.

he makes a reminder to confront you about it the next time he sees you, which is conveniently right now as he stands in front of your bedroom door. now, he's not sure if he really wants to do this. what kind of step-brother would he be if he blackmailed his pretty little step-sister?

after spending the whole day with his family, he decides to stay at his old childhood house for the night, and the only thing he can think about is how pretty you'd look wearing the pretty lingerie set you wore in the last picture you posted. he knocks on the door once, twice, until he grows tired of waiting and opens the door, surprised to find out it was unlocked.

he doesn't know what he was expecting when he decided to open the door, but he certainly wasn't expecting to see you posing in front of the body length mirror, a frilly pair of panties adorning your hip and a lacy bra that barely covers anything. even though you're posing in the mirror, there are still other props sitting unused on your bed, bunny ears and a butt plug with a little fluff at the end, a bunny tail.

he stands on the door frame, not daring to move an inch as you stumble to cover yourself with a blanket. despite not moving much, he closes the door behind him and locks it, leaving you with a confused, blushing face.

you can practically feel your heart beating out of your chest in anticipation, waiting for his next move, too embarrassed to say anything yourself.

"you're beautiful" he mutters under his breath before slowly approaching you, caressing your arm and coaxing you to take off the blanket that covered you.

"what are you doing? y-you shouldn't-"

"i know what you were doing" he says, pulling the sheets from your hands and throwing you over his shoulder. he throws you on the bed and towers over you, reaching his hand over to find the bunny ears.

"were you planning on wearing these?" he asks, when he really thinks about it, you would look nice as his little bunny. he puts the ears on your head and runs his hand over your cheek, soft skin trembling under his touch. he could tell you were scared, yet you didn't put up a fight. "they'd look very nice on you"

he reaches over again, fidgeting with the little butt plug between his fingers. "you gonna take another picture in them?" he asks.

"wh-what are you talking about?" you ask, acting innocent to his accusations.

"don't lie to me" he says, flipping you over so you're laying on your knees, your flimsy panties doing little to cover up the skin of your ass, completely exposed to him.

"i-i don't-"

"c'mon, i've already seen all of your photos" he says, a warm blush creeping into your cheeks.

he knows.

you can't do anything but keen at his words, bucking your hips back towards him where he rubbed the plug against your puckered hole. "i've seen you" he continues "in your cute little lingerie" he runs his hands up and down your body, pressing at the curve of your ass. he just can't believe you're finally like this, laid beneath him just how he imagined. "you looked so pretty, i knew i had to make you mine when i saw you like that"

"we can't" you protest, trying your best to slap his hands away from your body, but instead he takes both of your wrists in one of his hands, using his free hand to insert a finger into your ass. he works you open slowly, thrusting one of his knuckles to fuck into you until you're ready to take the metal plug.

you mutter curses under your breath when he pulls his fingers away, only to be replaced with the hard metal as he pushes it in. "ah!" you exclaim, gasping when its finally all inside and he pets the fluffy tail.

"good girl" he praises while he toys with the tail. when he's done admiring your ass, he slides your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your folds.

"you got so wet from me playing with your ass?" he asks teasingly. "my little bunny"

the pet name makes you drip down your thighs and he notices, he can see that your hole is drooling with your essence, eager to be filled to the brim, and who was he to leave you all high and dry?

"don't play with me shoyo" you whine, squirming and struggling to get his hands off of you, feeble attempts to make him stop.

"i'll play with you all i want" he says "unless you want me to show them what a little slut they have as a daughter"

he's blackmailing you. you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, nothing to do except do whatever he wants. you shouldn't have posted those stupid pictures, and you curse to yourself for getting involved in such a stupid cashgrab.

"no..." you shift your hips closer to him, grinding against him in hopes it would change his mind.

he knew you'd cave in as soon as he threatened you, but he didn't expect you to be so receptive. when you grind your wet panties against his clothed cock, how can you expect him to hold back?

"god, you're gorgeous" he sighs, the feeling of your wetness on his fingers excites him, drives his crazy as he sucks on his fingers, reveling in your lovely taste.

he inserts two of his fingers into your clenching hole, imagining it was his cock instead. he grows harder by the minute, biting his lip to hold back his want for you, and he swears he could cum on the spot when you moan his name.

"shoyo, please!" you whine when he curls his fingers to hit that perfect spot that left your legs weak, barely able to keep you kneeling properly on the bed. "'m gonna cum" you warn him.

"not yet" he says, releasing your hands and spanking your ass, then he lightly pulls on the plug buried between your cheeks.

"fuck! p-please let me cum!" your pleas fall to deaf ears, he's focused on getting your phone from the nigh stand and pulling out the camera app. he starts recording you, zooming in the camera in on the sight of your drooling hole, and capturing all your noises in the video.

"cum, bunny" he orders. you don't hesitate to let go of the built up pleasure, cumming around his digits and coating them with your slick juices.

"f"-fuck!" you say between sobs, tears streaming down your dainty face as he takes his fingers out. he pulls them apart, showing off the string of juices that cling to his fingertips to the camera.

he stops the recording and grabs your hips, rough calloused hands leaving dark marks that would probably be visible tomorrow.

"did you like that?" you can't even reply, still lost in your own pleasure and clenching onto the sheets. you're so buried in your mind, you don't even notice him taking his cock out of his pants and positioning it to your entrance. he covers it in your slick, using it as lubricant to slide into you.

he fills you up perfectly, leaving you gasping for air when you feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix. you're stretched out beyond your limit, cursing under your breath at the burn he sends throughout your whole body.

shuddering under his grip, he starts his pace, rutting his hips into you at slow pace. he treats you so carefully, as if you might break if he makes a wrong move. you're a porcelain doll for him, a porcelain doll that clenches around his cock deliciously every time he hits your sweet spot.

"doing so good for me, bunny" that nickname again, it drove you crazy.

you pant and bury your face deeper into the pillow, trying to suppress you moans from him. you didn't want to give him the benefit of your moans, but he makes it so hard when he angles his thrusts to hit your g-spot over and over, prompting more and more sounds for him to drink in.

"taking me so well in your little hole" he keeps praising "this greedy pussy was made just for me" he pulls you closer with a hand to your tummy and drags it lower, low enough to roll small circles to your clit. you can't help but buck your hips against him, driving him insane with the way your little tail jiggled every time he thrusted into you.

he grips one of your cheeks with his hands, spreading you open to get a better view of the little plug, pushed neatly into your tiny hole.

"sh-sho- fuck! 'm cumming, 'm cumming!" you exclaim, your walls pulling him deeper into your cunt.

he almost cums along with you, but he remembers to take your phone and start recording again, capturing your hole as it clenches around his cock in the frame.

a few curses and he's lost in the pleasure, barely conscious enough to hold the phone correctly as he spills everything inside your tight hole. he records your trembling figure, and he puts the phone closer to your cunt, focusing in on the sight of him pulling out his cock and his cum seeping down your thighs, oozing out of your little hole as you pant and drool all over the picture.

the last scene he captures with the camera is the one of him pulling you up, positioning your body to have you kneeling on the bed, facing the mirror. he records your fucked out body, struggling to stay up and look towards the mirror.

its a sight enough to make anyone cum. its a sight enough to make atsumu cum as he sits in his bed, imagining its his cum that drips down your legs and makes a lovely puddle of slick on the bed. he sits in disbelief as he watches the next video, because he recognizes the red head that kneels behind the fucked out girl, caressing the skin of her hips lovingly.

he definitely has to talk to shoyo when he's back from his trip.

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