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hearts4werka · 4 days ago

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NNN day 9 | Shattered Promises

summary: a dangerous war was declared, the one thing you feared would happen in your life ever since your husband Matthew joined the military. The fear of him possibly dying out on the battlefield without a proper goodbye always managed to deliver you nightmares and now your worst fear came true, Matthew had to go off to fight for his country. Is he going to make it and come back home safely, or maybe you’ll forever hold the weight of him in your heart even without him among the living?

warnings: ANGST, military, war, violence mentioned, possible murder, missing limbs, dark times, happy ending (or is it?), sorrow, depressive times, vivid nightmares, triggering content & possibly more! Viewers advisory is supervised and proceed with caution!

authors note: we’re almost there at the double digits! Kinda got this random vibe today and the idea just popped into my head, this is gonna take a lot of military vibe music to get me through this and keep me in the spirit, I’m sorry as this can be kinda inaccurate in some ways 😭, luv yall and hope y’all enjoy this one

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- a month before the war

Laughter fills the air as our joyful golden retriever, Danny continues to jump and deliver eager licks to the side of his face while he lays down on the couch next to me, the television shadowing a soft glow over our faces alongside sunlight pooling in the room, dancing along the shadows of the living room. “Hey, Danny! Calm down there buddy!” He calls out, chuckling between each word, I observe the playful fight, thinking nothing bad could ever happen to our small little family with our fur baby. My hand slithers its way over to pet and ruffle the hairs on Danny's spine.

The whole moment was filled with pure enjoyment and true love, my heart twisting with delight as Matt finally managed to lure Danny off from on top of him and shelds himself with my body, grabbing a hold of my biceps and pull me in front of him. My laughter only intesifying as now Danny begins devoting his attention off Matt to me, hopping onto my chest but this time without eager licks and just relaxes against me, Matt dramatically gasps but a sweet chuckle quickly overpowers it, "Looks like someone has a favorite parent." He jokes, slipping out from under my body and sitting down before me.

After another playful moment passing by, Danny begins to feel tired and snuggles into Matts lap and slowly drifts into peaceful sleep. A romance movie plays in the background as me and Matt starts to chat in soft whispers to not wake up our fur baby. Admiring how at peace and happy he seems in a simple moment like this, feeling like nothing could take away the joy we've build throughout these years of our relationship, I let myself rest my head down onto Matts shoulder, tiredness now shadowing my features. "I got two little cute sleepyheads now, wanna go to bed now?" I nod my head and murmur a positive response.

Slowly and gently removing Danny off his lap to stand up, straightening his legs and turning his head to look at my sleepy form that’s now beginning to fall asleep. He walks over and picks up my body, bridal style just like he had on our wedding and every time I was tired, as well as at unexpected times. I loved him dearly and would never let anything bad happen to him, I was always a deep sleeper but ever since Matthew decided to join the military I was afraid about him possibly dying on the battlefield and I couldnt bear the dark thoughts roaming inside of my mind, it started with simple flashes of him in my mind but then turned into full nightmares I couldn’t bear.

It started flashing his image as he carried me over to our bedroom and laid me down, covering my body with the duvet before undressing himself and sliding under it next to me, he wraps a warm arm around me and pulls me into his chest, nuzzling his face into my hair as a feeling of safety washes over me but when I close my eyes I can only see him, laying on the ground-shot and dead- while his buddies drag his limp to the side for shelter, trying to revive him back to live but without proper medical care it was impossiple for them to. My heart twisted with sorrow as my eyes immediately pop open, unable to fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. I shift my body to face Matt and hide my face in his chest while clutching onto his body as if I would lose him then and there.

- Present day

The morning approaches, sun barely rising over the horizon, casting a warm soft glow over our bodies as I throw the duvet off my body. Seeing Matthew is stil asleep so I make it my misson to quietly get dressed and exit the room, feeling like doing wanting to do something special I decided to make a hot breakfast for him when he decides to wake up. As soon as Danny catches a glimpse of me walking down the stairs he immediatly runs over and demands some head scraches as well as sustenance, chuckling at how much energy he has in the morning, "Oh you want some head scraches? I'll give you some head scarches, you little cutie." He follows me into the kitchen, grabbing his feeding bowl and placing it on the countet but as I was about to get his food I hear something weird from the radio, immediately turning up the volume to hear more context and its coming from the news.

"Welcome everybody, your news-reporter speaking. The United States Of America has declared war upon another country and we need every soldier we can grasp over the age of 18, this is not a drill but a serious war our country is under. Please seek immediate shelter and consider flying out of the country for safety if youre near any of there states..."

I immediately freeze, being unable to move as the other words coming from the reporter become irrelevant to my brain, "every soldier they can grasp" my brain cannot comprehend the state of fear I am before Im pulled out of my thoughts when Matthew comes rushing down the stairs, seeming like he just woke up telling by his messy hair falling over his forehead. He walks over to me, seeing how scared I have become and places a reassuring kiss on my forehead, “It’s going to be okay, darling. I'm going to be fine, I wont leave you." He softly speaks, assuming I've hear all of it on the radion while he got a call, cradling me in his arms and kissing the top of my head to calm me down in any bit, he's known this was my worst fear and the repeative vivid dreams I've woken up to multiple times and him trying to calm my nerves.

He pulls away from the embrace and leans down to be face level with me, his expression softening as my eyes become glossy and shiny with worried tears swirling around in them. "I promise I will come back to you as soon as I get back, you can come with me to the pickup bus." He reassures, wiping away the slowly sliding tear with his thumb on my cheek. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him back in, feeling as this could be the last time we speak and feel each others warm embrace. "I'll go get ready now." He pulls away before turning around and walking back upstairs to dress himself more properly and apropriate, my soul eternally freaking out and not wanting this to be real. Maybe its just a dream-yeah a dream-now I just have to wake up from this nightmare of a day, oh wait, its actually very much real life. Soon I follow Matt into our bedroom and dress myself properly as well, getting rid of the pyjamas and now in outside clothes.

- At the pickup spot

As we approached the bus, my heart ached and twisted in various ways that made me feel sick to my stomach. Other familys and couples surrounded the bus, saying goodbyes and crying as they got on the bus. Matt holds my hand before turning to face me and pulls me into a soft kiss which only lasted a minute before he had to pull away, "Be safe and please don't die out there." I stammered, full of worry and fear for his life. the news reporter stated it would be a dangerous and serious war which only heightened my pulse, for now I had to take his words and cling onto them as much as I can for them to be true. He gave me a last reassuring kiss on the forehead before he got onto the bus, some of his buddies recognised me and I recognized them since Matthew would have them over often and before they got onto the bus to join Matt, they walked over to me and suddenly picked me up into the air. "woah, guys, what are you doing?-" I questioned but without a response in return, they carried me over to where Matt was sitting, he popped his head though the window and suddenly kissed me, I melted right into it and kissed him back almost immediately. It was filled with pure true love and caring, the world around me disappeared and the happy cheers of others started to become more faint to my ears, all of my worries disolve into the air and my only value left was the moment right now.

By the time we pull away, the driver calls out for everyone to get on board as they will be driving away soon, they let me down onto the ground and hop onto the bus themselves, from a distance now I watch as they close the doors and drive away, a feeling of loss washes over me which I can’t brush away no matter how hard I want to trust his words that he’ll be okay but it seems thats a promise he can’t make. I leave the spot and get into Matt’s car in which be drove us here in, feeling his scent lingering still in the air as I drive off back home.

- a year after the start of the war

Everyday after Matthew’s gone off to fight for his country’s freedom, I’ve waited patiently for him to return back home, dreaded the time I would hold him in my arms again, feel his lips on mine or him holding me and calming me down after a terrible nightmare. They’ve only became more intense and I couldn’t bear being alone anymore but got used to it after awhile, everyday I would plant a single white rose in his name since he always loved gifting them to me to remind me of his love and now it reminds me of him, now that a year has passed I could have a whole garden of them.

I was sitting outside infront of my collection of white roses as the sun shined, the sun ever started to remind me of him, of how brightly his smile would light up any room he walked in. My poor baby, gazing upon the growing garden and every single time get reminded of him so I never forget him, I could never forget my poor baby. He was the only man I’ve truly loved and wanted to grow old together, now the only thing I have are reminders of him and dissolving hope of him still being alive out there. “Please come back, my darling.” I murmur under my breath before suddenly being ripped out from my thoughts.

My phone buzzes, indicating an incoming call, I pick up my phone and pick it up, putting on my professional voice and serious face instead of the broke woman I was, “Hello?” I spoke into the receiver, waiting for the caller to speak. “Hello, is this Ms. Sturniolo?” My eyebrows furrow in confusion and skepticism, it slowly easing into my voice. “Yes, this is she. I-Im sorry but who’s calling?” “A former friend of his from the army, I’m here to inform you that your husband Matthew Sturniolo has been pronounced dead duo to a fatal shot in the arm and bleeding out while on the battlefield”

I freeze, the words slowly sinking in before my phone drops on the grassy ground, here I was grasping onto the lasts of my hope that he’s still alive and now he is presumed dead, my hands cover my face as uncontrollable sobs leave my mouth. Tears staining my face and hands, I can’t believe this, he promised he would come back, he… is dead. The worst of my fears has now came true and it hit me like a thousand bricks, I feel something shatter inside of me beyond repair.

I feel… broken? Like a part of me has been ripped out of me without my permission, he has became a part of me and build me into the person I am today, but without him by my side I don’t think I can continue being the same person and living my life normally, he was the only man I’ve loved truly and now he has been taken away from me. What have I done to deserve such punishment? I continue to lay on the ground, consumed by complete depression and a feeling of loss. That night I haven’t returned to my house and slept outside in front of the white roses, the thing that reminded me the most of my dear husband.

- a month after Matthew being presumed dead

The sun slowly rose up over the horizon and I was off to go preform my mundane routine, getting out of bed has been the hardest part every morning and, every emotion has been wiped off my face after… you know after what, I slumped over to my dresser and thrown on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie I stole from Matthew, his specific scent still lingering on it. Walking downstairs, I walk into the kitchen and grab Danny’s bowl, filling it with food and placing it back down in its spot, he doesn’t greet me anymore, the only thing he has been doing besides eating was sit outside near Matthew’s grave in which I would join him every morning, I placed a hand crafted cross on the top of my white rose garden to indicate his grave, some of the older ones have started to wither and loose their beautiful white petals.

It reflects the feelings I feel, being like a withered white rose without him by my side, slowly loosing my color with each passing minute. I exit the house and drop down beside our dog, gazing upon the grave before I speak in a soft voice in hopes that he’s somewhere here, listening to the words I speak from my broken heart. “I wish you could be here with me, I can’t be the same person without you. If you’re listening to me, I love you more than anything in the world.” Every word stings the same amount, my throat feeling tight as I feel tears swirling in my eyes.

“Why wish when I’m right here?”

The sudden words take me out of my focus, the voice sounding too familiar to miss, looking around as my eyes catch a glimpse of Matthew. Wait… Matthew?- I stare at him as he suddenly is walking towards me but there’s something different about him-he’s missing an arm-so he isn’t dead after all? I could be imagining things, I wipe my teary eyes before he extends his arms, my body immediately rising from the ground and running into his warm embrace, feeling the touch I’ve dreaded to be able to feel again on my skin.

“I told you I would come back.” He happily cheered, holding me in his embrace and placing a lingering kiss on my forehead. I feel like myself again, the part of me I thought I lost forever has returned, Danny comes running at us and jumps up and down, wagging his tail aggressively in joy. “I-I thought you were dead, I thought I lost you forever… I-I seriously can’t believe you’re alive, you know they called-“ before I could finish my sentence, he smashes his lips against mine and stopped me from ranting for half an hour about what it was without him for all of this time without him. I slightly relax into the kiss, our dog barked and we chuckled into the kiss together, today I was put back together and felt like myself again now with Matthew beside me again. I’m me again, my other half has returned into its place, I’ll be forever grateful for the lord letting him live and stay with me in earth longer. My poor baby has finally returned and that’s all that matters to me right now.

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thatwritterbeach · 2 months ago

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one messed up bat .4

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Batfam x reader x Jason eventually

Summary: The batboys sticking close to y/n

Warnings: self harm, self hate, angst, short sorry

A/N: I do not own dc

"Let's take a little trip around the room and you can tell me where all the sharp things are, or, you can be moved to an unused room and only come in here with supervision," Dick said with his hands on his hips.

"It'd be faster to move rooms, after all I have vigilante stuff in here too."

"I was afraid you'd say that, alright well, grab your pillow and anything else you need. Phone charger or whatever. I'm gonna lock the door when you're done and I will have to let you in-"

"This is ridiculous all my games and books and stuff are in here, not to mention my sewing supplies." (because I said so you now know how to sew, Y/n designs leather goods, handbags, fancy wallets etc. and has dreams of people actually knowing they exist)

"I didn't know you sewed," Tim said looking up from his phone to take in her room.

"I've had a machine sitting in the corner for years now, I thought you were supposed to be smart," she said walking over just so she could flick his ear.

"Hey, ow, I thought it was just girly decoration?"

"I suppose to giant shelf of supplies next to it is also decor," she asked with her head tilted.

"Sewing shears are sharp as hell, no way are you allowed around them without somebody's eyes glued to you," Jason said holding a pair of Italian knifes edge shears.

"Hey put those down they were three-hundred-bucks!" He nearly dropped them at her shout but caught them and set them gently back in their case.

"For scissors," Dick asked in disbelief.

"They could cut your arm off. They're Italian and I love them more than I love any of you."

"You're sleeping in a different room but you can be in her during the day, with one of us here."

She rolled her eyes but kept her mouth shut, whatever he needed to tell himself but she knew how this was gonna go. They'd say they were gonna take shifts, but stuff would come up, they would get bored. Tired of following her to the bathroom and sitting outside awkwardly. She'd be a good little pet, keep her skin clear of even a bruise from bumping into something and they would get complacent and lazy, checking up on her once a day. She gave it two weeks before they were leaving her alone again, and a month before they couldn't be under the same roof anymore and she only had to deal with Tim, easy the kid slept and drank coffee, and Damian who she could distract.

"Fine, anyone up for a snack?"

They nodded and she led the way to the kitchen, it was well into the night so it was dark aside from a few motion sensor lights she'd put in herself. (after the boys had said every curse word under the sun from bumping into stuff) She pulled out some chips and the other grabs various foods and drinks.

"We eating in here or you wanna go watch a movie?"

"Movie,"Tim answered starting to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"If you drink that at this hour-in fact if you drink any caffeine after four pm I'll start breaking picture frames to cut myself with the glass," she said snatching the cup from him and dumping it down the drain.

"Oh my God," Dick gasped dropping the bag of popcorn he'd just taken from the microwave.

"But...my coffee," Tim whispered looking at the drain like she'd just flushed his stash.

"Me no slashy you no caffey," she said pulling him into a hug. His arms came around her quickly and held her to him tight enough to make her back crack but neither of them moved. Her eyes welled with tears from the comfort and she tried to pull away but he held on.

"If you don't let me go I'm gonna cry," she warned.

"Go for it, you deserve it."

"If I start I won't stop."

"Oh, Y/n," Jason and Dick said in unison putting down their loot to add their arms to the hug. She was fully surrounded, encased in shear muscle, Tim's arms around her ribs and hands on her back. Dick's arms on top of his more hugging Tim than her but it was fine. Jason's arms were circled completely around her waist and they all took turns placing kisses on her hair. The need to cry and the urge to get away battled inside her but the only way out was teleportation.

"We love you," Dick said finally backing off.

"I second that," Jason said also stepping away.

"Thirdsies," Tim said stepping back to grab her face in his hands. "If you don't want me to drink coffee I won't drink it."

"Nice try, I said caffeine, energy drinks and tea included."

"Damn."

The moment passed they all grabbed their stuff again and headed to the theater room. A half hour into the movie she was the only one awake and she rolled her eye at the predictability, she started to sneak out of the room but Damian came in and snuggled up on her lap in the reclining seat she was in. (picture the Lego Batman seats the red velvet cushy looking ones)

"Tt, so pathetic they couldn't even be trusted to watch you for one night. He was so cute in his little batman pajamas she couldn't help but laugh at him squishing his face in her hands.

"Good thing I have you to look after me then huh?" He batted her hands away like and angry cat and grabbed the remote to change the tv, putting on old cartoon reruns instead. Dick was snoring like a freight train and she felt guilty for keeping him up so late, poor guy hadn't slept since birth. Tim was talking in his sleep something about mergers and 'no you can't sit there you little twat' he watched way too much British tv. Jason was silent and still as the dead next to her on hand stretched out in her direction as if he was offering her a lifeline even in his sleep.

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oharabunny · 1 year ago

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⋆✮↪ Warning: rambles, tangents, soft yandere!Miguel, weird Miguel, OOC!Miguel probably but idc, shy and useless reader

╭─── based on my first yandere!miguel tangent ┆ ╰⪼ I want to dive into slightly more detail of how far Miguel goes in taking care of you. We have to keep in mind that Miguel has lost a lot, a whole universe, and his daughter. I imagine he'd be more of a normal boyfriend had he met you in normal circumstances. However, I also don't think you would've been his type for normal Miguel. You're more compliant, shy, and normal. You're also ditzy, clutzy, and barely scraping by in your home world. In front of the great geneticist of Alchemax and Spider-Man, he was definitely out of your league.

But, your normalcy and dysfunctional living habits create the perfect relationship for current Miguel. He's able to get away with so so so many things with you.

(You almost ran away once one night, but you stopped in front of the exit and hesitated. You were alone in this universe with no family, no version of your family existing in this world. You'd be a burden to the other Spider people, and Miguel is the only one doing more than just giving you a place to stay.)

For one thing, he sees you as a fragile little doll that was abandoned on the side of the road. Or a cute kitten. But more than a pet, he has to take care of every little inch and aspect of you. Having lost damn near everything, he needs to keep a close eye on the one he cares about.

The one he cares most now is you; you're all he's got.

Back to some of the things he'd do to you, well, they aren't harmful, just unnerving. He almost never lets you do anything yourself around the house. He let you cook once and you burned yourself slightly, and Miguel made sure no kitchen appliance like the stove or blender can turn on unless given a passcode. Even kitchen utensils especially knives were locked away. Don't get me wrong though, you can cook, but Miguel would rather die than see you wince in pain again.

You're allowed at least a microwave and airfryer to heat up food when Miguel's not home to do it for you, under Lyla's supervision. Believe me, if he's home, you're never lifting a finger in the kitchen, including dishwashing.

Speaking of cleaning, he actually quite enjoys cleaning the house, especially spaces you occupy in the most. He even carefully washes all of your clothes and underwear, and folds them away for you. The rest can be handled by other robots of course. He believes only he can provide you the best conditions to live in, no one and nothing else.

That includes care for your body. This is going to be the most prominent and unnerving aspect of his care for you. While him bathing you from head to toe almost everyday is tame, he's very particular in his details. Like mentioned before, he'd do your manicure and pedicure, your skincare routine (he even knows the weekly masks you put on), and haircare and hairstyling (he's done so much research, you'd think he's done this before. Mans multi-talented). But, there's a point when too much care becomes too much, taking care of your looks alone is not enough. Your health is PARAMOUNT to this man. Looks fade, but your health should not. He'd be a little strict on your diet. He'd frequently take blood, urine, and stool samples (and of course he does it for you, don't fuss, he will do it with force if he has to no matter how gross it is for the both of you) to monitor every part of your body. Depending on your family's history and genetics, he'd constantly test for anything that you may inherit that could harm you. Yes that includes your usual checkups like you would at your doctor. He is your personal doctor too at this point. It's not like you have insurance in Nueva York 2099, a whole foreign universe.

God another gross thought I have to put out there is that he used to watch you use the restroom until you convince him to just stand outside. He justifies that bathroom related accidents are more common than you think. 💀🤢🤮 (He does NOT have a piss and poop kink he's just WEIRD)

As for usual yandere behaviors, he'd obviously won't let you go outside of the house. If he has you in an actual house with a backyard, that's where you get your sunlight, but if he has you in an apartment, then the shielded off balcony and sunroof will suffice. For vitamin D purposes. Otherwise, he makes you take supplements if you are deficient.

The only thing, and I do mean only, he asks of you is to give him babies. Pregnancy and birthing are huge huge risks depending on your constitution. I imagine Miguel messing with your DNA so you can safely deliver him babies. (Or for you kinky folks, he'd rewrite DNA somehow to make your milk jugs overflowing with milk constantly)

Taking care of you is something that of a ritual for him. Something he looks forward coming home to doing, despite the countless responsibilties he has in the Spider Society. He'd actually get so upset if you took care of yourself without him. If the whole canon events theory he has is debunked, I imagine he retires and full sends in taking care of you 24/7 in every hour of the day. He already relays more tasks to Jess, Peter, and other Spiders than usual, so he can be home with you more.

With all the cooking, cleaning, and self care routine being completely done by Miguel, you basically can do everything else you want, within Miguel's reason. Only safe hobbies, like drawing, reading, shopping, watching TV, etc. He still monitors when he can, especially shopping, since he is watchful of where his money moves, but to also see if you're purchasing anything that could hurt yourself. He hopes that whenever he can, he could join you in your hobbies. He particularly enjoys dressing you up in his favorite outfits on you. He'll see a style online he wants you to try and spin his own twist to it. You'd be his little fashion model. He'd also definitely have photoshoots just for you. You also love dressing him up as well and making him join in on the photoshoots.

I feel like I have a few more unnerving ideas about my version of yandere!Miguel, but I'm stopping right here cuz its 2 am and I can't think anymore. Till next time. (I'll write an actual fic I swear I will!)

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herofics · 2 years ago

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Sick Dabi

Fluff with sick Dabi basically

“You need to stay in bed!” you yelled as you grabbed the back of his jacket, trying to get him to stop moving.

“You’ll get burned if you don’t let me go” Dabi threatened tiredly but stopped trying to walk away..

“Yeah, yeah fire and mayhem blah blah blah. You need to get your ass back to bed, you’re sick” you commanded.

“I don’t need your help” he grumbled.

“I bet you ten bucks you’re not gonna make it to the front door before passing out, so I do think you need my help”

Dabi rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he was feeling terrible. He had a fever and a terrible headache, but of course that’s not something he was going to tell you.

“Fine” Dabi sighed.

You sighed in relief, you knew he was stubborn as hell and his pride wouldn’t let him admit that he was feeling unwell, because he didn’t want to appear weak. You just didn’t want him to get himself killed, because he was a stubborn idiot.

Dabi threw his jacket onto the back of one of your kitchen chairs and wobbled back into the bedroom with you following him. He basically collapsed on the bed and crawled under the covers.

You placed your hand on his forehead and felt that he was running very hot. You knew his quirk affected how his body handled heat, so he was also normally much warmer than a normal person, but his fever seemed way too high, even for him.

“You’re burning up” you said.

“Oh really, I hadn’t noticed” Dabi muttered sarcastically.

Now that he had stopped for a moment, Dabi realized how tired he was. He just felt like he wanted to sleep for a week. He of course couldn’t afford such luxuries as just laying in bed for a week, but at least tonight, he would rest.

“Do I need to stay, or are you gonna stay in bed without supervision?” you asked.

Dabi didn’t say anything, he just pulled you down and threw the blanket over you as well, before wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling his face to your chest.

“You don’t give a damn about getting me sick too, do you?” you rolled your eyes with a small smile.

“No” he said, your shirt muffling his words, because he was hugging you so close.

Dabi was selfish, you were well aware of that, but you also knew he cared about you a lot, regardless of what he said. Something as trivial as getting sick wasn’t really on the list he cared about when it came to you though. He wanted comfort from you and it seemed like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer in this case. If you really told him no, he would let you go, but he would probably complain about it very loudly, because he liked getting affection when it suited him and when he wanted it.

“Dabi?” you asked.

“Hmm?” he muttered sleepily.

“Good night” you said and started petting his hair gently.

Dabi just murmured something you couldn’t make out and you could feel him relaxing against you. He was still holding onto you, but you could feel the tension leaving him as he fell asleep. You were just glad he was finally resting, even if it was only because he was sick.

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moons-cozy-corner · 2 years ago

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Rescued Pt.3

Sorry this took so long lovelies! Life has been busy lately, soo regular posting has been a bit rough. Hope y'all like reading this as much as I liked writing it ^^

tw: restraints, hospital setting, overstimulation, implied past abuse, needles, attempted murder

*Pet and Villain are the same character, it is not an editing mistake I swear*

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It'd been about four days since Pet was snatched from home. Most of that time was spent in the hospital, in this very bed. Being cuffed down to the frame was annoying. Any time he had to do anything a nurse would have to assist him with supervision from an officer. Bathroom, eating, walking. It wasn't like he had many privileges that required moving to begin with, but walking was (according to the nurses) to ensure his full recovery.

Nothing was wrong with him as far as he was concerned. The scars were signs of his past mistakes and lessons learned. In a way they were a sense of pride. That was what Master had told him. That the scars were marks of their love for Pet.

Hero hadn't visited yesterday. That fact should not have bothered Pet as much as it seemed to. Master never would have let Pet feel these difficult feelings. Master would have kept him safe from any dangerous thoughts.

But it wasn't that easy to just hate the hero. There was something in Pet's head just beyond reach. It tugged at him this way and that. It was the reason he stupidly opened his eyes the other day. The reason he cried when Hero turned and left.

And now Hero hadn't come back.

It was his fault anyways for scaring him off. Refusing to talk or move after someone risked their life for you tends to put people on edge.

But- but he hadn't saved Villains life. Pet's life. No, he'd ruined it. The stupid hero had stolen him, and that was all there was to it.

Right?

Someone knocked on the doorframe. Pet turned away, reclosing his teary eyes. "Oh don't be a coward, Villain. Face your death with some dignity, hm?" Superhero again. She walked closer, the same clickity-clack of her heels against the linoleum ringing through his ears. "Nobody cares about you," she whispered all up and close to his ear. The tears were seeping through his lids. Superhero huffed a single laugh as she grabbed his IV. This what it then. She was going to inject him with something that would drain him of his useless life. Pet was only supposed to die by Master's hand. But in the back of his head, where Villain still resided, he didn't want to die at all. He wanted to live.

Help. It was a small thought at first though it grew rapidly. Help. Help me. Please. "Help!" Villain yelled, pulling roughly against the handcuffs holding him down to the bed. "Somebody help me, please! Master!" Hero...

Superhero cursed under her breath, quickly injecting the liquid into the IV before holding Villain down, flaming eyes boring into his own.

"Superhero! What's going on in here?" A couple nurses rushed in surrounding Villain and Superhero. It was difficult to get a word out while hyperventilating, so Superhero stole the light.

"He's trying to attack me, he needs sedated or something!" He clenched his jaw.

Villain would not die like this. Not to this woman. Not without seeing his Master again. Not without seeing Hero one last time. "H-help me please! She drugged- she drugged me! Pl-please believe me I don't- I can't die. Please. Please. Please." The nurses blurred into the walls as they surrounded him. Closer and closer they got. At some point Superhero had melted into the crowd, letting the nurses poke and prod at him, shining lights in his eyes.

Soon, even the brightest of their pocket lights weren't enough to penetrate the black that invaded his vision. "Hero... please..."

"Villain..." The voice lifted him through the darkness. It was a floating sensation, but not that of laying on a cloud or sifting through water. It felt as if he was buried in mud and someone was pulling him in all directions. "Oh god, please wake up. Villain, please."

His eyes fluttered open for a second, but the lights hurt. Hero gasped. "Villain, I'm here, I'm right here." Someone grabbed his hand softly. "If you hear me can you squeeze my hand?" Villain did. Villain squeezed it so tightly as he cried and gasped for air. "Shhh, shhh, Villain. I'm right here. Deep breaths." Hero's soft lips found Villain's head. Cool lips against feverish skin.

Every breath came out wrong. Or went in wrong? It was all wrong. Villain was wheezing and coughing in an attempt to get air into their lungs. His throat hurt. It burned. Hero held his hand, rubbing circles into the back of it with his thumb. Something pierced his neck, only for a second, but with Hero there it felt like nothing. Slowly Villains' breathing calmed to a slow rasping. Breathing deeply was not working. If anything, it was making his chest hurt worse.

"...so- sorry," Villain tried. He was barely able to breathe, let alone talk. Hero just held his hand tighter, allowing Villain to soak the warmth into his own skin.

"You've nothing to be sorry for, love." With his other hand Hero combed through Villains hair. "All you need to worry about is healing."

He nodded, leaning his head into the other's hand. His eyes were closed, but this time it wasn't because of some voice inside his head. The hero massaging sore muscles and rubbing circles along his skin was heaven that the Villain had no memory of ever have experiencing before. It was... nice. And nice was something that Villain had not felt in a long, long time.

As tears fell down his cheeks, Hero wiped them away. At each whimper, a hand squeeze. The feeling of gentle hands on his skin was foreign and familiar, and while Pet knew he should pull away and fight, Villain knew he was in the right place.

It was cute. Really. Real touching, to see Hero and Pet getting along so well after only a couple of days.

Whumper would simply have to fix that.

It would be two approximately days before their pet would be sent home with Hero. It would have been sooner had Superhero not messed with things. She'd always been so head strong and stubborn. If she tried something again, Whumper may just have to show her the dire consequences or meddling with things she shouldn't.

Either way, Whumper had Pet in their sights again. That was all that mattered. Nobody really knew what Whumper looked like, but it was still a good idea to change up their appearance and go into hiding. It may be as a nurse today, helping their beloved Pet heal from the poison Superhero had given him. Tomorrow, who knew.

See you soon, Pet.

Part 4

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animalgirl225 · 2 years ago

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How Modern Day Raymaari got their kittens!

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Namaari grew up with a cat and absolutely loves them. Raya, having grown up with dogs, doesn’t really have much experience with cats, but seeing how happy Namaari is whenever they visit the rescue at the local mall makes her agree to get one. They are pretty cute. And so soft.

A week or so before Namaari’s birthday, the girls visit the rescue again and find bonded littermates, about four months old. Namaari is absolutely smitten with them. When they leave to continue shopping, Namaari won’t stop talking about them and how sweet they were. Raya can tell how badly she wants them and calls the rescue the next day while she’s between classes and Namaari is at work. The lady on the phone remembers them visiting the day before and is happy to have Raya stop by and fill out all the necessary paperwork for adoption. Raya doesn’t bring them home right away, though, planning to surprise Namaari.

A few days later, the day before Namaari’s birthday, Namaari drags her back to the rescue, only to see the note “We’re adopted!” on the kittens’ crate. Namaari is heartbroken and Raya spends all night comforting her, reassuring her that there will be more. She feels a little bad about how disappointed Namaari is, but she also knows it’s temporary and how excited Namaari will be when she brings them home.

The next day, the girls are planning a nice night in and Raya is planning on surprising Namaari first thing before dinner, retrieving the kittens and their supplies on her way home from class. She texts Namaari that she’s running a bit late due to traffic and that she’ll start dinner as soon as she gets home. Namaari takes Tuk Tuk for a walk and is hanging out on the couch when Raya gets there. After putting Tuk Tuk in their bedroom with his chewy bone, Raya hands her girlfriend a small gift bag, from which Namaari pulls two small break-away collars and a few toys.

“No,” Namaari whispers, her heart starting to pound. “No way, Raya.”

Grinning like an absolute fool, Raya brings in the box she drove the kittens home in, placing it on Namaari’s lap. “Oh my god, babe, you didn’t,” Namaari says, trying not to cry. When she opens it, the black male kitten immediately pops his head out and lets out a loud meow, making both girls laugh. He climbs out and starts sniffing Namaari and the couch while his calico sister stays in the box, a little scared.

“Hello, sweetheart. You’re okay, baby,” Namaari murmurs, her eyes shining with happy tears. Talking softly and sweetly to the wary kitten, Namaari gently holds out the tip of her finger for the kitten to sniff. “Remember me?”

Evidently, she does. Raya watches in delight as the kitten starts rubbing her cheek on Namaari’s hand and purring. After the kittens gain a little more confidence and are fully out of the box, the girls put them into the spare room/office and bring in the rest of the immediate supplies from Raya’s car; litter boxes, food, bowls, a scratching board, and a few more toys.

Once they’ve got the room all set up, they close the door and let Tuk Tuk out of their room. He’s immediately all over the kittens’ scent, tracking it through the living room and to the door of the spare room. A little black paw appears under the door and swats at Tuk’s nose, making him play-bow and bark. The paw immediately disappears and the girls laugh.

“Careful, buddy, you’ll scare your new friends!” Raya says. Over the next few days, the girls carefully introduce the new kittens. Feeding all pets by the door, mixing scents, and even cracking the door so they can see each other under supervision. Namaari also buys a cat tree, a second scratching post, and borrows a baby gate from a coworker. That way they can keep the door open but still allow the kittens some protection from Tuk in case he gets too excited while they get acquainted. Soon enough, the kittens are playing with him through the gate and seem comfortable enough to be introduced without barriers.

To both girls’ delight, their slow and careful introduction pays off. Though the calico kitten, now named Jazz, puffs up slightly when Tuk sniffs her backside, the first contact goes smoothly and the kittens are allowed to roam the house with Tuk under careful supervision from both girls. Namaari is thrilled when, that evening as the girls settle down to watch a show, both kittens curl up on Tuk Tuk’s bed with him and proceed to knead and groom him.

“I’d say that’s a pretty good sign,” Raya says, watching the animals with a smile while she lays against Namaari.

“Definitely.” Namaari agrees. Leaning over, she gives Raya a kiss on her temple. “Thank you so much, babe, I love them.”

Raya hums happily. “I knew you would. And honestly, I was pretty excited for them, too. They’re so cute, and their different personalities are so funny.”

“Cats are great, babe, I’m so happy you get to experience that now, too. Dogs are definitely different, but Tuk Tuk is my buddy now, just like these cats will be yours. Variety is the spice of life!”

“For sure,” Raya replied, turning her head to meet Namaari’s lips. “Love you, ‘Maari.”

“I love you too, Raya.”

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analiavs · 2 years ago

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In Which Harper Loses His License pt2

Briar x Stripper, Leighton gets cucked?

Warnings, tags: Source material warnings apply, dub con, transformation, felching, daddy kink, etc

Briar plans to deal with Harper, Harper gets the jump on him.

Maybe a trip to the underground would remind him of his place. Though he never worked directly with the doctor, maybe he’d meet with him under the guise of talking about the next drug shipment. The guy gave him the ick, but the faster he got this over with the better. He got one of his men to set-up a meeting. Then, mulled over how to approach this.

He finished his glass and decided a quick nap wouldn’t hurt. As powerful as he was, his operation didn’t need constant supervision. Unlike Remy’s…

He jolted awake when he felt a hand on his throat. When he tried to fight back the hand tightened. He glared up at… Harper!? This was preposterous.

“Shush… I’m just giving you what you want.” He cooed. A dangerous looking needle in his other hand.

“Hehe, by now everyone is receiving their gifts. But I wanted to give you yours personally.” Harper stopped his monologue to pet him. The needle in his hand came dangerously close to grazing his face.

“You’re already quite beautiful but there’s always room for improvement. You see, I see the world as it should be. -” From there the lunatic started raving about perfection and molding the town as he saw fit. He ignored him, focusing instead on getting loose.

He hit Harper with both arms at once trying to use the element of surprise but the doctor didn’t even flinch. Merely tightening the grip around his neck. He started fighting it as his lungs started to burn.

“See my drug warps to give the psyche what it desires. Remy could have become a prized stud, but instead he’s just a cute little cow.” He loosened his grip letting him gasp for air before tightening again.

“I want to see where your consciousness lies. Incubus or succubus. Give me a good show.” He hissed into his ear, licking up a tear before jamming the needle into his neck.

The mystery liquid was pushed into him. It burned and he tried to cry out. He felt Harper let go, but he couldn’t do anything but writhe in pain.

There was no way for him to regain his composure. Fuck Remy had been right about the slimy bastard. But he couldn’t have expected this. His skull and tailbone hurt. And he felt a strange hunger. Ugh. He watched Harper walk out.

“He’s all yours.” He said to someone outside his door. He didn’t have to wait long before Leighton strutted in. He had a bestial aura now, despite looking as lame as always save for the mutt ears on his head.

“You’re working with the fucker? I expected better from you. But I mean you always were a stupid dog.” He spat, venom lacing his words. But instead of cowing like usual Leighton stood even taller.

“You can talk big if you want. I’m in charge now.” He sucked his teeth. Even in pain he wasn’t going to let Leighton’s lame bluster trick him.

“You’re so pathetic. You can only get some by paying or blackmail and you really thought ears and a tail would change that.” His words cut and he could see Leighton’s bravado deflating. Good. That strange hunger was only growing and he wasn’t going to risk having Leighton of all people satiate him.

“You thought you could come in here and fuck me? Don’t make me laugh. In fact, come sit on the floor. Dogs shouldn’t get on furniture. But I’ll let you see what you’ll never have.” Leighton obeyed him. Perfect. He managed to keep his disgusted facade up while he walked as normally as he could and called for Astral Dream, his best male stripper.

And, he thought sadistically the opposite of Leighton’s every insecurity. Tall, broad, muscular, and well-endowed. He wasn’t ashamed to have taken him for a couple rides. Dominance wasn’t in the position after all.

Fresh off the stage, Astral came up to him, glistening with sweat and naked save for a blue thong hanging precariously off his hips.

“Yes daddy?” He couldn’t help the smile as he grabbed his hand and brought him into the room. Perfectly obedient.

“You’re so good for me, I want to reward you. I’ll let you feed my ass as much cum as you want.” The second half he definitely had not intended to say. Though it was close enough to the truth.

“Thank you daddy. I’ll do my best to satisfy you…” He trailed off upon seeing Leighton kneeling by the couch.

“Don’t worry, I would never share you with that loser.” He said loud enough for him to hear.

“Now undress me.” He enjoyed the feeling of Astral’s hands on him. It was almost routine at this point, but he knew better than to do anything without being instructed to first.

Once he was naked, he lounged on the couch. Ignoring the slobber dripping down Leighton’s face he ordered Astral around.

“Be a dear and get the lube will you.” He almost wished he had a glass of wine. He turned onto his stomach.

“Yes daddy.” He went and grabbed it. When Astral walked over he heard the lid pop.

“Get me ready baby. Then you can feed me.” There it was again. Where was that coming from? He didn’t have long to worry about it because Astral’s fingers were finally pressing in.

The shame about being a hedonist was that everything lost its charm eventually, but today he felt overly sensitive. It must be from the shit Harper gave him. He’d intended to ham it up to really make Leighton sweat, but the sounds he was making were genuine.

He sounded like a new whore. And upon noticing the effect he was having, he could hear Astral breathing heavily. By three fingers he was thrusting back against him. Legs trembling he shakily ordered Astral to fuck him.

“Ok, you can put it in me now. Feed me.” Usually he had a little more finesse to his words, but he felt too desperate to waste time.

“Yes daddy.” He had enough self control not to whine at the fingers being taken out. But he wasn’t left wanting for long either.

He took the dick with practiced ease and started thrusting his hips back against Astral. His knees couldn’t take cowgirl anymore, but this was a close enough substitute. He spent a few minutes thoroughly enjoying the enhanced sensation before he remembered this was supposed to be a punishment. He made eye contact with Leighton.

“This could never be you. I only take the best. And you’re just a filthy dog.” He watched Leighton’s Adam's apple bob. He'd always been a wimp, but he hadn’t expected to bitch him so easily. He couldn’t help the devious smile on his face as he handed him a throw pillow.

“Here I’ll give you something to hump. Go to town, dog.” He couldn’t hold in his laughter when Leighton actually started humping the pillow.

That was just too pathetic. It had the added benefit of making his pleasure spike, he rocked back faster. He almost wished that he could let Astral do all the work. But he couldn’t risk it being interpreted as submission. Not when he was dominating Leighton so completely. He thrust back chasing his own pleasure. But Astral’s grunts behind him let him know he was being effective.

“May I cum sir?”Astral finally asked.

“Yes, make sure it all goes inside. Don’t waste a single drop.” He usually made Astral come into his own hand and eat it. But he felt like he was starving. Instantly he felt relieved when he felt Astral twitching inside him. Whatever Harper had injected him with was having weird effects.

“Good job Astral. You’re dismissed.”

“Thank you daddy.” He pulled out carefully. Then got dressed and exited. He felt livelier than ever after that. But he didn’t exactly want cum in his ass. He saw Leighton was still hard at work humping his pillow and got an idea.

“I’ll be nice and let you have a taste.” He turned, letting Leighton get a good look. In an instant he was tackled onto the couch and he felt Leighton eagerly licking out Astral’s spend. He tried not to vocally respond to the stimulation even if his toes were curling.

Not long after he’d started, Leighton jolted and he turned to see him cumming all over his throw pillow. At that he threw back his head and laughed. Before he could make Leighton lick it up, he felt a sharp pain on the top of his head and passed out.

#briar degrees of lewdity #leighton degrees of lewdity #dol #degrees of lewdity

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ㅤPupils laminating aureate panorama were always so constricted, by comparison with other individuals but the shifty trick seem to work even if slightly underhand. His focus was distracted enough to switch onward progress from dilation to half-way minimalization. The Captain wished there was more he could do to be helpful and ease the condition, but not even Urahara held such power as time in his grasp that was the only cure. Mayuri had to gradually accustom his route and let survival instincts kick in, until then, Kisuke would shoulder his burden this time around, after all, it was his deliberate decision to leave the prison with him. ㅤWhen they worked together each operated with perfect synchronization, but other times when it came to private affairs out of the system ... the other was mad feral, to prove his stubbornness that even Kisuke sometimes questioned whether it was on purpose or just out of spite. One could entertain Kurotsuchi's theatrical talent, but there was no way fooling his Captain. He watched, watched closely and soundlessly, weighing with caution each clarification by the time he argued, and he could tell even now those watering eyes were far from being alright. ㅤAs soon as Mayuri mentioned something about his smell being funny, that definitely plucked him from the course of thoughts. Perplexion crossfaded and evoked an internal poker face with a mild frown, he was sure he wasn't bearing anything else than jojoba oil which was foremost bland. Perhaps he was allergic to apples and limes?Because aside from that, it was his usual fragrance of choice he was quite fond of. He muttered something inaudible with a childish pout like: ' pff, no I don't' , but let it slide because of minimal relevance.

ㅤ'' It's not because I question your capabilities, '' he sighs, keeping a close eye on the blue-haired sheltering his face from being seen in a way he hadn't anticipated - against his chest, and gave him a gentle pat across shoulders, '' I wouldn't bring you here entitled with such position if I had a fraction of doubt but don't underestimate it. By neglecting the overloads, you're putting at risk not only yourself but the people in your vicinity along with the entire Division would you have manipulated explosive prototypes or biohazards - that could cause catastrophes not only for us but our neighboring Divisions. So take as much time as you need, alright? If you're worried about stand-up -- with Hiyori, we are always on alert to get the situation under control and supervise if shift is needed and not to mention that I need my representative in top condition, '' with restoring separation he adjusts the collar of Mayuri's lab coat, fairly but faintly ruffled from their short-living embrace.

ㅤ'' No, " he reacts with demure so sublime even after the other exaggerates the whole pet situation and nearly whacks him with an embarrassing statement more than is justified, '' that wasn't what I was implying; please, you misinterpret me, Mayuri-san. '' That little rise in the corner of his mouth he was oblivious to combined with the cool detachment when tone carries an announcement of sorts that ticks every box in a typical standard of creative genius. ㅤ'' What I was trying to suggest was a lunch break. '' Moments like this served as a good reminder to himself that in order to properly function it required some nourishment.

ㅤ'' If you do not wish to dine outside, that's completely fine! There's always an option to grab your food and stay indoors, the upper part of S.R.D.I I succeeded to scheme for stargazing should be less audacious and eye-popping with radiant colors, if you may. Now, that sounds like a plan, let's go, '' he grabs Mayuri's wrist, dragging the protesting President out of the Captain's room. Singing along : Bento break, bento break 🎶.

#imperfectbastard #{ someone reading his move BECAUSE it totally happened }#𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟒:ㅤturn back the [ pendulum ]#!Mayuri #⌜ dynamics ⌟ ㅤ-ㅤtoxic paragon.

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space-mermaid-writing · 2 years ago

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 5

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: It's time for your lunch date with Loki!. Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 5: Lunch Date

For once, you knock on the door of the suite instead of going right in. It's more polite today, since you just want to pick up Loki. For the occasion, you've thrown on an elegant dress and chosen shoes that are both comfortable and daringly high. You may have used a little magic for this combination. Since it's cloudy and a bit chilly outside, you've thrown on a thin summer coat.

It's not long before Loki steps out the door.

You were curious regarding what he would wear, because until now you only knew him in Asgardian clothing. Today he looks like he's stepped straight out of a commercial for Armani: he's wearing a perfectly fitted black suit and a dark shirt to go with it, the top two buttons undone. A tasteful combination of sharp and casual. You can see green cufflinks flashing at his sleeves.

The difference between him today and Thor yesterday is like night and day, you notice with amusement. Even though they're both incredibly handsome in their own ways.

"Glad you followed my instructions," you greet him. As if Loki has ever shown poor taste in his choice of clothing.

His eyes scrutinize you, traveling down and up your body once before nodding, as if your appearance has received his approval. However, his gaze lingers on your high neckline. "You, on the other hand, could have made more of an effort," he retorts.

You merely roll your eyes at that without being offended. You get into the elevator and go straight to the underground parking garage. Tony made a joke by installing stereotypical elevator music in all of them. It jingles softly while you take the way down in silence. Loki is standing close to you, you feel him in your personal space. You don't let it show, though, nor do you move aside.

A dark car with a driver is already waiting for you in the garage. It's a fancy limousine, you realize. Presumably Tony doesn't own a single inconspicuous car.

Loki is faster than you and opens the car door for you. He gets a small smile in return but nothing more. You don't want him to think this impresses you.

He takes the seat next to you. "Where are we going?" he asks as you leave the garage.

"It’s a surprise."

Loki chuckles. "You’re making me curious, Witchling."

You notice the new nickname. "Oh, have I been promoted?" you ask amused.

A wide grin spreads across Loki's face. "Don't you worry. You're still my pet."

You leave it at that without a comment.

The drive doesn't take long; the restaurant is only a few blocks away. The car pulls up in front of it and you get out. The restaurant is on the second floor of the building. You climb the stairs and are greeted by the receptionist.

The staff has been briefed in advance and they all behave totally professional. You can't tell if they recognize Loki. Probably the name Tony Stark and the promise of a more than generous tip helps overseeing his past if so.

Maybe it's also because Loki acts like a courteous gentleman. He helps you take off your coat, exhaling sharply as he sees the low back neckline of your dress. You smile knowingly. That was absolutely intentional.

You are led to your table, Loki letting you go ahead. You feel his piercing gaze at your back.

At the table, he passes you and pulls out your chair. You sit down as if it's the most normal thing in the world for him to do. Just because he shows some manners for once doesn't mean you forget his other acts or let them lapse. But it's a nice change from your other interactions and you actually enjoy it. And it's a good show for the staff to see this side of Loki.

He takes a seat across from you and you both get poured champagne.

You two are the only guests at the restaurant. Stark rented the whole place just in case there was trouble. It was apparently not a necessary precaution, but this way the meal has a more private atmosphere.

You raise your glass. "To what are we toasting?"

"Fine food and lovely company."

"Can't argue with that."

The appetizer is served and Loki is in his element. Maybe it's the luxurious surroundings. It's probably a nice change for the prince to be pampered again. Despite the luxury of his suite, he's otherwise on his own in the tower, and aside from Thor, no one else is friendly to him. You wonder if he misses his home. Difficult family circumstances or not. It was certainly a difficult adjustment for him when he arrived back on earth.

"Is this how it is now?" Loki asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. "I wish for something and you make it happen?"

"I thought we'd already established that this isn't the case," you reply.

"Then why the lunch now?" He seems genuinely interested.

"I thought it would be a nice change," you admit, "and you asked nicely. Besides, it's a good opportunity to talk."

You definitely plan to take advantage of the fact that he can't just run away. Tony and Thor are just waiting for a call and would be right here. Loki seems to sense that.

"About what?" the Asgardian asks amused. "My inclusion into the team of these heroes?" He pronounces the word with every ounce of sarcasm.

"I'd love to hear from you about what the attack in New York was like for you."

Loki is taken aback by this change of topic and for a split second his face falls. Then he has a neutral mask back on, but the lightness of a moment ago is gone. "I have nothing to say about this. I'm sure you've already been told about it in detail." He turns his head away, looking seemingly interested at the paintings displayed on the opposite wall. But you're not intimidated by his dismissive manner.

"Some things hurt. But they don't get better unless we talk about them. I imagine it must have been hard to go through all that, to have a captured mind and then to be punished for it later." It's your honest opinion about it. You have had your own experiences with mind control magic and you know that the more complex and stronger the mind is, the more painful the procedure is for the victim. At least if it is done involuntarily. But who would like to be a voluntary victim?

"Then you can guess my opinion about my stay here on Midgard."

"I wouldn't like it either," you admit, "but I'd make the best of it."

"I do."

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow. "Because to me it looks like you just sit in your room and sulk most of the time."

The corners of Loki's mouth twitch up. "I'm sitting here with you, aren't I?"

You nod. "That's right. Thanks, by the way, for calling my company the best."

This makes Loki laugh and his spirits seem to rise again. You've already noticed that his mood is as fickle as the weather on a spring day in April. "I’m planning on calling you other things, too," he promises you with a suggestive look.

"I'm not sure if you earned that yet."

Something in Loki's eyes flashes. It's a challenge you didn't intend, but one he accepts. Fortunately, at that moment, the next course is brought, together with a red wine.

"Can you read the future from entrails, Witchling?", Loki asks you, looking at his beef tartare.

"The only thing I'm reading out of this is that we're going to have a delicious meal." You try your beef and it’s really good. Tony really has the best recommendations for restaurants. However, you don't want to know how expensive this lunch is. In that respect, it's really convenient to have a rich employer.

"When I was younger, I learned the art of palm reading," Loki tells you, drawing your attention. "It's been a while, but I dare to say I’m still good at it.”

"Really?"

Amused, you catch his gaze. He holds his hand out to you. "May I?"

You put down your knife and lie your right hand into his. He turns your palm upward and studies it, tracing the lines. He takes his time, as if he were looking at and analyzing a work of art. His fingers are firm but their touch is gentle.

"Well?" you ask after a while of silence.

Loki looks up at you. "It seems you are quite blessed," is his professional opinion.

"Am I?"

Without averting his eyes, he brings his lips to your hand and kisses your wrist, right where the pulse is. A pleasant shiver comes over you. "You are now." His voice is low as if he were casting a spell on you.

You blink and a moment passes before you remember to react.

"Silvertongue." You chuckle and draw your hand back. But you register that you should be more careful. It’s not wise to be lulled in by his charms. Loki seems to notice his effect on you as well and he winks at you before he turns his attention back to his food.

For dessert, a platter of various small sweets is placed on the table. Loki tries everything and you notice that he seems to have a sweet tooth. You let it go unremarked, but make a mental note of it for future reference.

"So, why are you doing this?" the Asgardian suddenly asks you.

Somewhat puzzled, you look up. "What do you mean?"

"I know it's a great honor to be in my presence, but I'm still wondering why you are here."

You now he doesn’t mean here in the restaurant, but with him in general. "That's quite simple actually: a friend asked me and I was curious," you explain.

"A friend?" Loki asks. "Stark?"

"No, the Sorcerer Supreme."

Loki grins. "Look at you, Witchling, casually throwing in the fact that you are friends with the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Let's just say he's a friend from work. Why? Do you know him?"

Loki swirls the red liquid in his glass. "I've met various Sorcerer Supremes in the past. Can't say I’m fond of the current one."

That makes you curious. "Why not?"

"Let's not talk about that second rated wizard," Loki says firmly, putting his glass back on the table. "This evening is too lovely to ruin it with that."

You drop the subject, but you'll definitely ask Stephen what happened between the two of them. There has to be a story behind it and you are determined to find it out.

Eventually, you finish the meal and stand up. The bill is sent directly to Tony, so you have nothing to do but collect your jackets. On the way to the reception, Loki stays by your side and puts a hand on your back to guide you. Your back tingles at the skin contact and it's not because his hand is surprisingly cool.

You feel the loss of his touch as he pulls back his arm and helps you into your coat.

You leave the restaurant and wait for the car to pull up. The streets are filled with traffic and people whose lunch break has just ended and who are on their way back to their offices. There is a lot of honking, you hear the siren of an ambulance and a child is crying somewhere. You would never think of driving yourself in these narrow streets and you silently thank Tony for offering a chauffeur. New York is really a big city, you haven't gotten used to it yet and you're glad you can spend most of your time at the Avenger Tower. There are a lot of people working there too, but the hustle and bustle isn't as noticeable.

It may be the nature of your being that you're not a fan of large crowds. A large crowd always has its own essence, its own mind. And in your experience, nothing good ever comes out of it. You remember only too well how people used to gather to watch someone similar to you undergo a test. The rules were always simple: if the person died, they were not a witch. If they did not die, they were a witch and had to be killed. The end result was always the same. Fortunately, your mother was always careful to teach her children how to stay under the radar. When it was better to get to safety and move to a new place. The cards helped you do that. It's always quite good to have a little glimpse into the future. Unfortunately, not all of your siblings had the same luck. The modern era got off to an impetuous start. You yourself only barely escaped once. But by now, things had really improved for witches. People were no longer focused on eradicating the occult or simply what they didn't understand. Or at least you stick to those countries where it's like that.

You see your car arriving and turn to Loki - only to find he's no longer standing next to you.

Oh Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Your heart hits your stomach. You've been so preoccupied that you haven't paid attention to him. Searchingly, you turn around, but you don’t spot him anywhere. His tall figure should be visible above the heads of the others. Silently you curse that you have been so careless. The friendly conversation at dinner has put you in a false sense of security. You reach for your cell phone in your pocket to inform Tony or Thor, while walking down the sidewalk a bit. They wouldn't be thrilled at all that you lost the younger prince. Tony had specifically warned you about this.

Suddenly, you hear his voice and as you round a few passersby, you see the Asgardian god kneeling by a child in front of a store window. It is a dark-haired girl with a backpack in the shape of a rabbit, who has red puffy eyes, as if she had been crying bitterly until just now. Slowly you approach the two, your cell phone still in your hand, but not dialing a number yet.

"Loki?" you ask cautiously.

The dark-haired man looks up at you. "There you are. Little Lady Sofía here is lost and can't find her way back home."

Once again, big tears well up in the eyes of the girl who may just be in elementary school, if at all. Loki reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a handkerchief, which he hands to her.

You, meanwhile, decide that you can scold Loki later for just disappearing like that. Instead, you hunker down next to Loki to the girl, who backs away a bit, though.

"It's okay," he reassures her. "She's a friend of mine and she's helping us."

There are so many things you wonder about. Loki's reassuring way of talking to the child. How he even managed to get her to trust him so quickly. That he called you a friend. But for now your focus is on the girl.

"Where do you live?" you ask her.

"In a tall house," she answers, sniffling loudly. Unfortunately, that applies to pretty much every building in New York, so it doesn't help you.

"There you are," you suddenly hear a voice behind you. As you turn around, you see a short, broad man approaching you, his gaze on the girl. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

You rise. "Are you her father?"

The man shakes his head. "The uncle. I was supposed to pick her up from school, but I got held up at work. By the time I got there, she was gone." He turns to the girl and leans down a bit toward her. "I'll take you home now," he promises her, holding out his hand.

That's when Loki pushes his way into his path, arms crossed. "Don’t get any closer," he growls at the man, who looks at him in surprise at his sudden aggressiveness.

"It’s none of your business," the man says, but uncertainty resonates in his voice.

That's when Loki grabs him at the shoulder and pushes him back. "If you touch her, I'll kill you." If his eyes were daggers, they would have killed the stranger immediately.

You put your hand on Loki's arm. "Loki, what are you doing?" you ask him calmly but firmly.

"He's lying," the Asgardian growls. "I can smell the falsehood in his words."

This makes you frown. You have no reason to doubt the man. However, you have no reason to doubt Loki's words either. Therefore, you lean down again to the girl, who has been watching the whole scene with wide eyes. "Do you know this man?" you ask her, but she only plays sheepishly with the handkerchief she got from Loki. She is too intimidated by the attention of all these strange adults and doesn't answer.

"Let go of me!" the man demands meanwhile, trying to free himself from Loki's iron grip. Some passers-by become aware of the scene and stare at you curiously. You don’t like that, because it's not good when Loki's face is in the public eye in a story like this.

"Let him go," you therefore say to him. "We will report him to the police, but first we need the girl to get home safely."

Loki turns his head toward you and your eyes meet. You nod at him in what you hope is a confident and reassuring manner. This must not escalate or you both will be in trouble. He seems to realize that, because he reluctantly lets the man go, pushing him back a bit while he does. "Lucky for you, the voice of reason is present.”

"You'll hear from me!" the man scolds. But it is half-hearted and he quickly disappears between the passer-by.

Loki clenches his hands into fists and closes his eyes for a moment to take a breath and resist the urge to hurt the man after all. He looks in the direction he disappeared and with a small gesture he sends a spell after him anyway. You don't know what it is and you don't ask. Then the Asgardian turns back to you.

Meanwhile, you've spotted a police officer among the people, who is grabbing something at a food truck. He's probably on his lunch break, but you don't care right now. With what just happened, you'd better get an official party involved. "I'll be right back," you say to Loki and walk over to the officer.

"Excuse me, officer."

"Yes, Miss?" he turns to you questioningly.

"My friend and I found a child who got lost. I'm afraid she can't tell us where she lives," you explain and he looks in the direction you point. Between the passersby, Loki and Sofía are only vaguely visible.

"A child you say? A little girl?"

"Yes, about this tall." You point at hip level.

The cop hands the food truck owner some money for his food, then reaches for his walkie talkie. "Officer Decker, this is Daniel. Are you still with the woman who lost her daughter?" he asks into the device. "What's the girl's name again?"

After a brief pause, the device crackles. "Yes, she's still here. The daughter's name is Sofía, seven years old."

Daniel gives you a questioning look and you nod. "Come over to 34th Street and Lexington Avenue. I think I found her here."

He follows you to Loki, who looks towards you. "He might know where the mother is," you explain to him as the cop leans down to the girl. But Sofía doesn't seem to be in the mood for further acquaintance and hides a bit behind Loki's leg. Daniel looks questioningly at him, but the Asgardian merely shrugs. You all decide to wait.

A few minutes pass by, when the girl suddenly shrieks. "Mommy!" You follow her gaze and see a petite woman step around the corner alongside another police officer. When she hears the call, her worried face turns to relief. Then she spots her daughter.

"Sofía!"

The child runs toward her and the two embrace.

The policemen follow the women a little slower, taking care of the details. Loki and you stay around briefly to make a statement, especially because Loki insists on reporting the strange man from earlier.

It turns out that mother and daughter were shopping when Sofía left a store while strolling. She wandered around a bit and then couldn't find her way back. Apparently she got two blocks far. The mother, who only let the little one out of her sight for a short time, had all the employees search the entire store.

She's very glad to have her girl back.

Loki and you take your leave quietly and get into your car, which is still waiting for you nearby.

Relieved, you exhale. What an afternoon. You hadn't planned something like this to happen when you organized lunch at the restaurant. But with an Asgardian god, you never know exactly what's going to happen next.

Loki looks out his window, seemingly bored, but turns his head to you when you put your hand on his arm.

"You did great," you tell him with an honest smile.

He looks at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes move down to where you are touching him and he withdraws his arm. Then he looks wordlessly at the window again. You get no response. But you don't care, because you know Loki did the right thing when it mattered.

What you don't know is that he is so surprised by your unexpected praise that he doesn't know what to say. He's not used to it and it actually makes him a little embarrassed.

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TOUCH IT, MY TAIL 02

Genshin Impact . . Kaeya Alberich, Razor, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli

Good girls get rewards.

fem reader, yandere, dubious content, breeding, collars, erotic humiliation, omorashi, degradation, begging, size differences, praising, overstimulation, dacryphilia, some choking, alcohol, use of ‘master’, implied somnophilia

Kaeya Alberich, and the Dependent Cat.

─ He’s always wanted a pretty pet. Better yet, one that can actually look after themselves when needed. Kaeya is a busy man, he can’t afford to stay with them all the time, so one independent brat will do wonders for this stale life. His schedule is usually packed to the brim, courtesy of being the right hand man of the acting grandmaster - surely you’ll come to understand the constant absence in his own home. This is to ensure your life is full of luxury, to keep himself busy, entertained. With that in mind, work will more than often be prioritized, leaving you deprived of his bittersweet affection. To come home after five days straight and be greeted by an unusually cuddly cat cuddling up to his leg is perhaps the best way to end a trip, getting the both of best worlds.

─ Everything you could ever want is at your disposal. Well, not without a tiny price. Nothing is free in this world, sooner or later you will know that. The catch is that you’ll have to indulge in his dark desires, let him have his way with you whenever he wants - nothing too out of the ordinary. Not finding out these dubious intentions until you are tied up all in baby blue silky ribbons one night, confused as to why you are in some strange dark basement when you recall dozing peacefully in the warmth of a fluffy bed. Not... whatever this is, catching a glimpse of Kaeya of what little light the fire aluminates from the melting candle.

Funny... you don’t seem to mind.

─ Compared to most, staying with him shouldn’t be as frustrating. Want to roam outside without supervision? Go ahead, he’s not even home most of the time to supervise. You’re practically a free woman, except, you’re not when depending on his income, his earnings in order to stay under a roof. You’ve no family that is alive, or close friends. Not that there was a chance to accumulate some. It was just you in this life, and now Kaeya. He was so generous to accept some stranger into his lovely abode. He was generous enough to regard you as family. Will you betray that spared kindness?

07. But A Taste

“Tell me what you want.”

He’s touching everywhere but there. Warm fingertips tracing the crooks and crannies of your body gently, shivering at his dubious touch. You are shamefully bare to a one-man audience and for some reason, that seemed all the more embarrassing. Not even safe in expensive undergarments as they are strewn about the floor - leaving you naked and vulnerable for the taking. Of course not just for anyone’s taking.

Only him, naturally.

“Y-You’re... s-so mean.” You hiccuped in what seems like apparent fear, showing him that precious, ruined face. One he’s tempted on capturing a picture of, and framing it for his office desk for motivational support on a hard day.

Foolish girl.

Don’t you know you’re only pushing him to do more? He does all these horrible things for these types of reactions, you know. They’re addicting to elicit, hooked on the rush of power as a heated breath leaves his throat, delirious for more.

“Ah, but... you don’t dislike it, do you?” Kaeya purrs rather madly, withdrawing his hands making you squirm. “You’re soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you properly... How cute.”

How pathetic.

Not that there’s any problem. You’re best like this, needy, honest for once. Sometimes you need to be put in your place.

“Be honest and speak. We both know what you truly want.”

You glance at him, then everywhere else.

Confused - conflicted on this matter because it is not like you were asking for this...

“I am waiting,” he murmurs lowly.

Yet he was not wrong.

You’re getting colder the longer this spiel went on, not sure if it was his vision’s doing or the absence of your clothes in this freezing dungeon. Whatever the case may be, you wanted some form of heat. Fast.

Defeated, eyes glued to the ground you’d beg,

"P-Please... touch my p-pussy... M-Master...”

Razor, and the Perfect Bunny.

─ Aren’t you the perfect match - a wolf and its terrified prey. Not an unusual duo, except this time he’s found a way to coexist with you without wanting to devour you from head-to-toe… yet. He’s aware of the way his family stares back at you in hunger, hiding in the shadows waiting for a slim chance to strike. No matter how many times they are informed that you are his, they still crave a small bite. That cannot be blamed but, they won’t ever get an opportunity to. Only Razor is allowed such divinity, always wanting to leave a mark on your exposed skin every chance he gets.

─ Your new home is a shallow cave hidden within Wolvendome, decorated with basic furniture crafted in pine wood. There’s not anything fancy besides maybe a bed and a scruffy couch. Be free to add somethings if it is not to your taste. He doesn’t care about the appearance as much as the function. It’s a home meant to provide shelter at best, guests shouldn’t be expected and catered to... Unless you are referring to the future kids you will bring. Then yes, renovating would be a nice idea when the time arrives. As of now, this place will do just fine.

Oh? You’ve never heard of this?

─ But of course, children are a must! The beauty of life shines brilliantly between universes. Mother nature blessing him and his partner with liters of kids to care for is simply a huge honor. You two might be fairly young for the responsibility of children, just coming into your early twenties. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop him from trying to knock you up. Even if a tiny ounce of cum seeps out, he will just make sure to give you thrice of much to make up for the loss. Can’t be too careful now. And to his benefit, you’ve already probably blacked out by the tenth round. His stamina does not falter, not when there’s a hole waiting to be ravaged.

08. Instinct

His untrimmed nails claw deeply onto your round hips as he burrows himself further into your tight walls. Thrusting in without restraint, losing himself in this immense pleasure he’s all too familiar with. It’s like your cunt is sucking him in, refusing to lose the vice grip hold until the insides are painted white - full of him. Full of untamed love.

You must want this. You have to.

A sweaty hand is smacked square onto your blubbering mouth to keep erotic sounds from slipping loose, muffling all your moans, whines, cries for mercy so no one else can hear these melodies. They are all his to horde and indulge.

But if that part were true, then why has Razor decided to take you here out of all places?

This is a public area, public. Anyone can freely roam in this territory for it belongs to no one, anyone can stumble upon this passionate affair by chance and the thought terrifies you down to the core. You would never show your face to the world ever again if that transpired, and Razor would’ve liked that result.

Although, it’s not like you can prevent this from happening.

You’ve collapsed. Unable to stay balanced and secure on your bruised, sore knees, doing your best to stay conscious during this brutal session on your arms. Razor is ignorant to a fault. He’s so focused on pleasuring himself, using your body as an outlet for sinful desires, a way to let out all the pent up stress society has caused him over the past years.

“[Name]…” he grunts to himself.

The thought of your stomach swollen with his kids give him all the more reason to impregnate you.

Venti, and the Kitty - Achew!

─ What was it… The Kätzleins? They’ve been around for a while, doing their own thing in Mondstadt like anyone else. Who knew there was another member of the feline family, one who only comes out of hiding when the moon resurfaces for you are nocturnal, and a tad anxious around lots of people. You are typically seen at Cat’s Tail, serving moderate drinks that can’t compare to Diona’s specialties but they’re smooth enough to kick off the night. Your stature is that of a child; short, small, and a baby face to pull it together. Nobody would guess that you were twenty two, but nobody takes the time to listen either which leaves you pouting all the more - adding fuel to these misconceptions.

─ Hanging out at the usual tavern seemed dull this night. There was a craving for something different, interesting, and he figures Cat’s Tail will do alright despite the unpleasant name. Apparently, the cocktails there are beyond spectacular. Suspiciously so. If that part turns out to be true, then sneezing all day long would be worth some fine quality alcohol - the best of the best. Maybe there will be some new regulars to get to know. And all in all, there are actually no cats in there besides.. cat hybrids. You’re the only one on shift, tending to a few customers - pulling a few cool tricks here and there when mixing cocktails left and right. The atmosphere here is much more vibrant and lively than Angel’s Share, leaving a strong taste on his tongue. He will be coming here more often.

Furthermore, what intrigues him particularly is the lack of allergies.

─ His face isn’t swollen, his throat hardly itches, and his nose isn’t running. He doesn’t feel like dying and that’s the most important part that will dictate your entire future. You’re the only cat he isn’t reacting negatively to so far. How crazy is that! This is a phenomenon that needs to be thoroughly researched, he needs to get to the very bottom of this discrepancy because you might be the answer to removing the damned barrier between him and felines. Venti would appreciate the help if you complied. Funny enough, that goal would soon change as he gets to know you.

Your innocence is an appealing factor of yours, having the desire to tear you up.

09. Corruption

Tonight, you are at Angel’s share, the competition. A surprise for Diluc. The bard was as nice to invite you for a couple of drinks, his treat, as a small thanks for your service. For everything, really. Business was starting to get really busy from the sudden rise in customers and you figured drinking with a buddy for the first time should recharge the batteries that died out.

Sounds like a blast.

“Wh.. What are you d-doing?”

Everything was spinning. The room is, his face is and it’s making you giggle uncontrollably to yourself like a giddy schoolgirl.

He’s made sure to not get hammered which wasn’t too hard. Your physique made things a breeze, two, three glasses of dandelion wine already has your vision blurring into the warm background, losing focus on what topic crossed your mind in an instance. It is clear that someone needs to take care of you. Else you’d fall into the wrong pair of hands, and no one wants that. Of course, you can count on Venti. He’s escorting you up the stairs like a gentleman would do, hand hovering your own as he leads you to a dreary room with a bed and some dust collecting.

It hasn’t been used in a while, but the owner was as nice to let the two of you occupy that space. For free.

How can he complain when you are at his mercy?

“Your body is starting to feel really hot, kitty. I don’t think you’d want to sweat in your sleep, right?” Venti chirps happily, “I’m doing you a favor. Have some trust in your friend.”

His reasoning had some sense. That, or you’re just really messed up to truly understand.

You’d stretch out your arms in a similar fashion as your cousin, yawning as he’d pull off the clothes that confined your beauty without any hesitation, leaving the cute undergarments untouched, unpicked. Assisting you, who stumbled across the floorboards entirely, getting the pretty oblivious cat settled in the surprisingly comfortable mattress.

Seems like you’d knock out the moment your head touches the pillows.

Oh, a mistake. He cannot wait any longer.

“Goodnight, I’ll be sure to wake you up once the sun rises. I promise.”

He’ll murmur suavely as his fingers slip hastily into your panties.

Xiao, and a Hopeless Dog.

─ You are still human; a mere mortal in puppy clothing, a pathetic little thing he’d vow to protect like you are his only redemption. The power between you two is beyond imbalanced, but you do not seem to care as you are lost in your own stupid world, chasing after crystal flies and skittering squirrels for temporary entertainment. To think that Xiao would come to favor someone now makes him snicker, especially one who’s head is always in the clouds - dreaming over such moronic things. Is it human desires, or your own? Both are meaningless to him and will not change his stance because there is some sort of fondness for you and that, you will remain at his side until death tear you apart.

─ Looking after you is now a duty he holds with riveting impatience. Too much energy is being exerted, unsurprisingly, and he’s forced to be a saint for once - which he isn’t executing quite well... What he can say however with confidence is that his patience is being strengthened on the long run. Slightly, but surely.

— Most of the time you are confined in a home. There really isn’t a need to worry over you... right? No one knows where that location is besides Zhongli, naturally. Xiao is just paranoid. And stingy. To Hell you would be near a region where civilization currently thrives, he’d take you somewhere far, far away. A stranded island, an undiscovered one to be more specific. Albeit, given his perpetual duties, that would be a major issue. Do him a favor, won’t you, and just be an obedient little pet. There’s already so many things he has to worry about.

10. Salvation

You were just playing.

It’s in your nature; to beg for attention, to be annoying as humanly possible as a sign of trust, a token of abundant affection for the owner. You’d often show fondness by playfully tugging on his shirt, trying to get him to join you on your efforts in messing with some unassuming individuals for entertainment. But they’re always harmless! Cute even might we add. They always share a laugh or two for the sudden mood lifter, patting your soft ears as an appreciation.

That never fails to make you happy.

Praise! Yay!

On the other hand, Xiao is far from amused.

Let’s be honest, when was he ever?

That ruse, or whatever nonsense you want to call it isn’t funny. Pursing his lips in disdain, scoffing for you to hurry up and finish what you originally came here for and to not chitter chatter.

You are wasting his time.

If it was such a peeve, he could just let you wander into towns on your own if he hated crowds that much... No. That’s forbidden. Who knows what could happen? You could get seriously injured... or perish if he isn’t too careful.

So why did you decided that wandering off, alone, was a good idea.

You’re bright. Full of vigorous hope, love, plenty affection - things that are absent in his life.

He hopes it’ll still remain after he’s done with you.

With his claw-like fingers swiftly clasping around your frail neck in a blinding fury, tightening, further restricting the airflow to your brain, you start seeing things that aren’t supposed to be there.

Xiao seethes,

“I am going to ruin you.”

Xingqiu, and the Willing Puppy.

─ Your dog-like features are only a plus. What really has him sold is your domestic nature. His household has taken you in as another member of the affluent family, and as a result, Xingqiu has directed all of his attention onto you out of boredom. You’re completely dependent; can’t seem to amuse yourself or let roam alone without causing havoc in the hallways, always in need of someone to entertain you, shower you in all types of suffocating affection. To say the least, he has start to see you as a plaything, a pet right below his feet - one he can mess with and not suffer the consequences.

You will take it, it is your duty.

─ He still has his nice moments, don’t get this situation entirely wrong. They’re just so sparse which makes it all the more cherishing. You’re supposed to be suspicious when he’s forgiving. Question his intentions at least, raise an eyebrow or two in doubt... but you don't. Your tail wags delightfully in oblivion reveling in the rare praise - hearts beating rampantly in your eyes. If it isn’t obvious by now, you’re just too trusting… What is there to dislike?

─ His favorite thing to do is manipulate situations that makes you highly uncomfortable. Think of it as a huge help to his studies. When composing a fictional novel, there is still a need for it to be somewhat accurate - which is why such trouble requires lots of time and research. You’ll do good as the actor of his play. You always listen. As for the book(s) that is currently in the works, it’s probably best if you don’t figure out what the content contains.

11. Pet

You’re more quiet than usual on a walk through Liyue Harbor. Not the hyperactive little sport checking out every stall seen, chasing after the flock of poor birds looking for peace, drooling over the overwhelming scent of lotus crisps that wafts through the air. It’s uncanny in a sense. He can’t get used to you treading silently behind him like a lost pup in desperate need for its mother.

This is not entertaining. Not at all.

Has Xingqiu finally managed to crawl under your skin? Are you rebelling for the first time ever because you are sick of his games? What has you acting like this?

And it’s not until someone tugs at his sleeve, interrupting these frustrating thoughts. Glancing towards his right to see what could possibly be the problem this time, assuming it to be another bothersome stranger asking about his family.

“Xingqiu... need to, I...” your grip weakens along with your voice, squeezing your thighs tight in order to prolong the urge.

“Ah...”

So that’s what it was.

Doesn’t take much thinking to understand, even a hilichurl could tell what’s going on. The fact that you’d turn to him instead of excusing yourself and finding one on your own is fascinating. You were given no instructions for this, no protocols, no rules. Yet here you are glancing up at him in discomfort. In need of some sort of relief, direction.

Lovely.

“...Restroom.”

You’ll nod desperately, satisfied the message came across without having to explain. Your master is smart, you love him so, so much!

Hm...

For making him overthink, maybe he should try something a little dubious.

Bending down slightly till your ears are of reach, he whispers things that’ll surely make you want to cower.

“I wonder what all these other people would think if they see you carelessly wet the floor. Disgusted...? Flustered, even. Should we test this out?”

You’re whimpering at his words, shaking your head no, no, no - how can he say such vulgar stuff like that so openly?

This is all too easy.

Well, his puppy is too easy to play with.

“Jesting, jesting, my dear. Let’s head to a secluded area, shall we? I’ve been messing with you too long.”

Lips pursed, you’d sigh in relief - a smile making an appearance, skipping to the destination Xingqiu leads you to - completely obvious to what he has in mind.

He’s not expecting you to use a washroom like any other person.

You’re a dog, you must learn to adapt to doing your business outside.

Zhongli, and the Spoiled Cat.

─ Aren’t you just asking to be taken care of? Those glistening, starry eyes, so ever interested in things that are unknown, faulty. Attracted to situations that only calls for trouble, it is merely an instinct of yours, a cat’s instinct. That is why you are in need of someone to keep you grounded, someone to keep you away from such dangers, and Zhongli is the perfect guardian, the only one who is able to take care of you. He’s able to coax you into his welcoming arms effortlessly, promising to offer you the entirety of this world if you’ll surrender, and become his. The propose is tempting enough for even a stray kitty like you to concave. Having a home to come to, plenty food and clean clothing, there is no reason for you to not accept his overwhelming generosity.

─ But after a few weeks of getting situated into his estate, really, all you do is lounge around in the living room near the warm fire-place, sprawled up along the sand-bearer wooden planks stretching your petite form with a small yawn. Sometimes you’re curl up along his comforting lap in the study, drifting to a peaceful slumber as he reads you another story with his soothing, velvet voice. Declaring this as your personal Heaven is an understatement. Dreamland is a more fitting name, things that’ll realistically never come true if you hadn’t bumped into him on one of your nightly walks alone a stony path, waiting for someone to take you away.

─ Looks like you’ve warmed up to this comfortable lifestyle, cute. But don’t be too hasty, there are still a list of complicated rules to be followed now that you are under his care. His house, his supervision, his guidelines. That is why you’ll listen wordlessly without protests. You’ve no power to. One of your favorite things to do is to bask under the sunlight, curl up in soft grass, feel the authentic warmth from the Sun. You can’t do this without him present. It’s not that there isn’t trust, he just doesn’t trust everything else around you. You’ll understand, won’t you? Rules are present for a reason; your existence is proof enough.

12. Difference Apparent

“I can’t... can’t take anymore... t-too much for me...”

Salty tears squeezed out from the corner of your eyes with your cute whimpers. The sheer size of his cock slowly forcing its way into you has your carefully trimmed claws digging into your tiny palms. It’s so painful, brutal, a length like his shouldn’t possibly be able to stuff itself in your tight little cunt no matter how good it may feel for him. You weren’t made for this. Cat girls weren’t made to be bred by their owners because of their smaller stature, but it doesn’t stop those very few from trying.

He is confident.

You were made for him, and you will take all of him.

“... A couple more inches, you’re almost there.”

Zhongli’s gentle reassuring does but a dent on your worries. He’s not even half way in yet, determined to hit the back of your womb at the very least. One more push and surely you’ll begin to break, body and mind, but the thought of being ravished by the person you cherish most is very tempting... Especially when some part of you wants to become his completely.

He is someone you care deeply for, after all.

.. That is, until reality hits.

Wait, no no no- you’re panicking, it’s scribbled all over your face, there’s no way he can fit all of that inside. That’s not gonna work-

Trying to wiggle yourself out of this predicament, off of him, and not being able to because you’ve came undone so many times on his experienced fingers - because you are hindered with intense pleasure from earlier.

He notices the little escape attempt.

“How disappointing,” he murmurs lowly, large hands grabbing onto the curve of your hips possessively, pushing himself impossibly deeper making you choke further on your own cries.

It’s so uncomfortable.

You’re huffing, digging your nails into your hand to try and distract yourself from the dull pain that pulsates as your frail body tries to accommodate the sudden stretch, clenching his cock even tighter - making him groan lowly.

“Good girl... See, I knew you could do it. You just have to trust me, dear.”

That’s all you have to do in life.

His hands, ever so gentle, dives down to pet your hair forcing an instinctive purr out of your swollen throat. Telling you how amazing you feel, how good you’re taking him - anything that’ll get you to stop tensing up and to relax.

But… that fullness in your stomach, like you’re being impaled on a spear feels so strange. The more you breathed in the more you can feel him through your guts, leaving you to hold your breath.

Oh darling, he still has yet to move.

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #ch.kaeya #ch.razor #ch.venti #ch.xiao #ch.xingqiu #ch.zhongli #tw.nsfw #tw.dubcon #tw.master/pet dynamics #tw.breeding #tw.drinking #tw.choking #sub!reader #lord.hcs #timt! series

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notlycheesden · 4 years ago

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Rearview Mirror

Heyyo ✌🏻 this is my first written piece for Endeavor , as a gift for my friend @kogo for the evil exchange. so I hope you like it my dude 👍🏻. A piece I will def be coming back to write more for sure.

⤍ Endeavour x reader

⤍ 3.6k

⤍ TW.incest, TW.dubcon, TW.father/daughter

⤍ Summary:

Enji was trying to be a better father, a better man.

And you never lied to him.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

Everything was always red between the both of you.

It's past four when his phone rings.

He was awake. even on his day off -those becoming more frequent now- years of routine were still strong. His body alert and aware way before the break of dawn for hours of training before patrol, and later to go to his own agency, the literal empire that wouldn't run itself.

He was pretending to be asleep, unmovable laying on his stomach, face buried on his pillow. Deep breaths in and out in a rhythmic pattern. His massive frame takes most of his king-size bed that for more than a decade he slept right in the middle, no reason to let the right side of it unoccupied.

It was almost meditation-like. There in the quiet and calm of his bedroom between his sheets, he could organize -or at least try- his thoughts. A time in his day where he gets lost in self-reflection. The things he would have to do that day, what work in his agency he would have to supervise, and even stubbornly he would do a little steaming out, analyzing his “actions and emotions”, passing commentary from the resident agency therapist threw his way.

“A strict but good man, if not for some, mishaps, from your intense and fiery nature.” was his professional opinion about Endeavor. The man really lived to throw things his way.

It used to help calm his turbulent mind. But lately there was nothing in his head but turmoil.

It was something he would do until 6 AM, when he couldn't take any longer and had to get up, body and muscles aching from staying in bed for too long, the sun already rising on the horizon, painting the sky with yellows, pinks, and reds.

The silence of his room is broken by the ring of his phone. Instead of the familiar tone of the morning alarm, it was his normal ringtone. When he opens his eyes, the room was not bright as he expects, still shrouded by darkness. Endeavor sits on his bed at once, alert.

Getting it from the bedside table quickly, his posture falls when he catches the time and the already saved contact of who was calling him: Natsuo.

Enji picks up, but before he could question the call, the time, or even say hello, Natsuo speaks, voice grave and serious.

“You need to pick up your daughter right now.”

It’s a punch to the gut. One that makes all the air from his lungs escape at once. In a second, he feels like he is thrown into a rollercoaster.

The only thing he can muster in his shock is a guttural and deep bark of incredulity “What?”

Natsuo cuts Enji off immediately. His tone triggering him into snapping, memories hushing in -not the time for this- “She just called. She was a crying mess, begged me to come for her but I live two hours away-Shouto is on patrol and not picking up and Fuyumi is with her fiance's family at the onsen-”

Enji inhales sharply. Dread takes hold of him while he can't even see straight with the sudden rush of adrenaline, sirens blasting off in his head.

“She was supposed to be with fuyumi at the onsen.” His voice echoes back at him in his bedroom walls, he doesn't realize he is shouting.

“Look, this is really not the time. She has no money and her phone’s dead. I was able to get her to tell me an address before the call dropped. she's all alone there. Are you gonna pick her up?”

Natsuo calms his own breaths now after snapping and shouting back, and he can hear shuffling noises on his father’s side of the line. The older man was up in a second, not really seeing anything, rushing through his stuff picking his keys and wallet. He hates the way his father could make him snap so easily.

Enji was completely distraught.“She said she was going to be with fuyumi…” He mutters under his breath while running through the corridors, even forgetting the phone by his ear, his son still on the line.

But Natsuo hates even more the blatant difference in the way his father treated all of them and you in comparison. Always. Like he could fix his mistakes. Hide his sins.

“Well. Think your little princess lied to you old man.”

Enji didn't even register the venom in his son's words, nor when he hangs up on him.

He’s out of the house in a blink. He tries not to rip the door out of its hinges on his way out.

——

He drives fast, almost no other car in the streets making it easier to speed up in his nervous state. The GPS voice droning about the directions, a forty-minute drive that he would make in twenty.

you said you were going to spend the weekend with your sister.

You lied to him.

Enji’s heart hammers in his chest and his flames burst multiple times on his face out of control. His grip on the wheel tightens to ground his shaking hands, his jaw set with such force that he could feel a headache already forming.

Thoughts were flying through his mind a mile a second. Where are you? What happened to you? Who were you with? Were you safe? Why were you crying?

Why did you lie to him?

It was like his heart was being squeezed by dread and being broken at the same time.

You were his youngest. After he realized what he did to his children as a father, he tried his best to do better; connect, communicate, but he was emotionally and socially stunted -Thanks doc.- and by the time he tried to reach out, it was just a little too late.

Fuyumi was the pillar of the household, replacing their mother too much young and having to fit in a mould not meant to be hers, barely holding the treads of the family and house together. Natsuo was out of the front door as soon as he finished high school and got into med school, choosing to live in the dorms and work part-time rather than stay at the manor. Shoto was another history in itself.

And there was you, a couple of years younger than your now up-in-the-ranks pro hero brother, at the time just a pipsqueak. Too young to remember Rei, remember the worst of Endeavor.

And when he tried to connect, you were there. As if just waiting. Wanting your father to look at you. Frail and innocent and just in want of care, of attention, of love. You welcomed him into your life with open arms and heart.

Enji did try to make it right by you. And for some time things were progressing, even his other children were starting to turn their heads around his direction.

Until Touya’s incident.

The media cracked down on him and his family with a vengeance, almost nothing was left unturned or whole.

Natsuo was the first to cut ties. Shouto threw himself into his hero work, completely closing himself off. Even Fuyumi decided that she was done, took the next step, and went to live with her now fiance, completely ignoring whatever Enji tried to shout about costumes or honor.

Then it was just the two of you.

He tried to be a good father.

He was a quiet man in his private life, strict and with a violent nature, but he reached out for outside help to make it right. An older and trustworthy housekeeper to not chain his daughter down at the manor, guidance from therapist to help him become a better father, a better man, anything to do right this time.

Call it atonement, call it his redemption, call it hypocrisy, he didn't care.

He only cares that at the end of the day, you were there at his side, happy.

This morning he saw the note on the fridge.

Going to onee-san family trip,

Be back on Sunday.

You never had lied to him before.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

——-

The music blasting through the night tipped him off even before his car's GPS tells him he arrived at the destined location.

He parks way down the street and assesses the place inside the darkness of his car.

Enji’s way out of the city now and inside the industrial district, the building seems old and falling to pieces, people are lingering all around the street, but it’s thicker there. At surface level the building was empty, but the music was definitely coming from there.

He dreads the worst.

Getting out of the car still in his sleeping sweatpants and tee, he throws the hood of his workout jacket over his hair to conceal himself. He’s going for discretion, get you and get out, no need to make this a public affair. Not with this, not with you, not right now.

He searches around but still can't find you. Half an hour has passed since Natsuo called. He's in a frenzy. Endeavor forces himself to calm down and think.

His son didn't mention music. He looks far into the street and he can see the entrance of an alleyway, he hushes there.

His stomach tied in knots when he sees in the dark your small figure crouched down beside a dumpster. your shoulders ate shaking with silent sobs holding your dead phone for dear life, trying to make yourself smaller than you already were, head down.

Enji barks your name and your head snaps to the entrance of the alleyway in shock, your body trembling and fat tears running down your smudged makeup.

“Daddy!”

In a second you were up and running, throwing your body against him and hugging his middle. He doesn't know what to do first, but he opts for following his instincts. Enji hugs your shaking form, shushing you lightly while petting your head. He doesn't know if it's him or you who's shaking more.

He doesn't remember how, but he manages to walk both of you to his car without being seen, his hulking form covering your smaller one.

He's shaking. When Enji puts you in the passenger seat and the car lights momentarily shine everything in an amber glow, rage fills his chest. You are in a dress he has never seen before, he knows it was not yours. He would never allow a thing like that or let you use it in public. Your makeup that before being ruined by your smudging and crying, was heavy and meant to seduce.

He closes your door and gets in the car.

He's shaking.

——

Enji can only control himself enough to not rip the wheel or step on the gas right through the flooring for only three blocks. and thank the gods again for the hour, because he could not quite see the streets in front of him. If they weren't deserted while he drives double the velocity permitted, it would be likely that the fears of his family being again under the cruel and ravenous judgment of the public eye would become reality, although for a completely different reason from the ones he has been dreading until this point.

When he reaches the fourth block, he makes a sudden stop, turning and parking harshly with the front of the car almost all the way over the curb, the tires skidding loudly into the quiet of the night and scaring you out of your still shell shock state. your small sniffles stop when you let out a muted yelp of surprise.

Enji quickly pries his hands that have a death grip on the wheel and smash the roof of the car to turn the lights on in such a way that later he’s impressed he didn't send the entire ceiling flying. As fast as he did that and the darkness of the car is now cast in warm gold, his hands are on your small frame like a striking snake, a big calloused one gripping your face between meaty fingers, squeezing your wet cheeks and the other one in your far shoulder, turning you in his direction with a barely controlled yank. Enji wasn't sure if the shaking was coming from your body or his.

He's frantic, hectic, eyes going up and down your body trying to find anything, something. “Are you hurt? tell me,” His voice is harsh, too loud into the small space. You jump startled, but his grip locks you in place, he doesn't notice.

Why did you come to a party? Why are you dressed like this? Why did you do this?

“Are you?? Someone did something? Gave you something, touched you?” He barks again louder, bending and twisting to be in your face now, eyes scanning all over your body. But again and again, they would be drawn to the too short hem of your dress, from your ruined tearstained makeup and down again to your soft and creamy thighs, trying to find a mark, a scratch, a stain. Anything, something.

“Fucking answer me!”

“Dad please!”

Enji lets you go as if you just slap him in the face. He blinks.

You are shaking. Looking at him in fear, silent tears running down your cheeks. Your jaw is set as you try to hold your whimpers back, his fingers make red marks bloom on your face and arm under his digits.

Memories come back rushing. Phantoms scourging in blue flames.

He releases you as if you burn him.

His hands hover in place, and he doesn't dare to move, still crowding you. Both of you staring at each other in fear and confusion as if something would break.

He slowly backs away, and you keep still. He turns the light off and stares at the road.

Enji couldn't take more things between both of you breaking.

He takes a deep breath. Starts the car again to drive back home.

——

Friday nights are your nights.

Enji doesn't really remember when it started. But he knows it wasn't something that was spoken of or agreed beforehand. It happened once, then twice, then his job got in the way, then thrice, and when he noticed, it was a routine between him and his daughter.

Like most things between both of you, it just… fell into place. And it just felt right.

Endeavor would arrange his schedule in a way so that his Fridays would be empty, any emergency at the agency could be easily solved that way, patrols and hero work set on the weekends so he could come home at a sensible hour, just by dinnertime.

He would be just taking his blazer and shoes off at the entrance when Enji would hear your running steps from the kitchen, your pinky apron-clad figure hushing to meet him with a bright smile, eyes shining.

you would get a hold of his tie and gently tug down for him to bend at the waist to your level, your arms were thrown in a warm hug on his neck and a sweet and lengthy kiss on his cheek after he steps through the threshold. you would giggle against his face from the tickles you got from his stubble while warmly welcoming him, the food still hot on the table.

It was one of your multiple habits together, just the two of you. And it felt right.

It was routine. And it felt so domestic, warm and right.

Friday nights are your nights. After he gets home, you guys have dinner, something you cooked by yourself, sending the older housemaid away earlier.

Sometimes it is a new recipe, sometimes something you already tried before. But it's always good, and when Enji compliments your cooking skills and how much he enjoys it, your cheeks blush red. You daintly try to hide your smile as you thank him, bashful behavior so alluring even when he knows is just a little act, playing coy. There's warmth in his chest.

The lights in the dining room cast everything in this whimsical warm glow and maybe it's the beer, but Enji thinks it reflects lovely on you and the color of your blouse today. He says so.

“Looking so pretty tonight, princess.”

The red on your cheeks grow stronger. From across the table, he hides his smirk behind his can at seeing how you fidget in place, trying to contain your coquettish smile while biting your plush bottom lip. The warmth spreads lower.

Only later it dawns on him. Enji was flirting with his own daughter. And it was a habit.

It was routine.

Enji is sprawled on the big sofa comfortably, already showered and in his sleeping clothes after dinner, the second movie of the night halfway through.

It was a period drama and he tries to pay attention to the main points for your quiz about it the next day, but he was mostly checked out, lulled by the comfy dark of the living room, the buzz of the beers he drank, sleep and your warm body draped over his.

He doesn't really remember when it started, but he knows it was gradually. One day in your Friday movie nights, he notices you were glued on his side, and on the next one you had an arm draped over his torso while both of you were laying on the reclining couch, and since then, you were always over him, arms and thighs and breasts glued to his body, but most of the time cutely laying on his chest.

That night was no different. You are laying on his broad chest, using your arm as leverage to look down and back at the tv in front of the sofa, and for you to not slip he has one big palm over your waist and the other in a secure hook on the slope of your knee, propping your bent leg higher across his stomach. Your breathing matches his, and if not by your little grunts and noises of surprise, the redhead would have thought you had fallen asleep on him. It would not be the first time.

The clothes you are using are small and had hiked up a long time ago, a loose tank top and booty shorts, both of them old and worn out, sleep clothes.

From where he was, he could see all your body over his. From the crown of your head to the slope of your waist as it dipped under his scarred hand. His gaze follows the curve of your thigh draped over his waist to the fat of your ass pointing high. He muses in a daze that he could see the inside of your tank top, the soft swell of a breast making an appearance. He leers.

You move a little, and this time, he can make out the shade of a nipple. It’s pert and small and pretty, and blood rushes to his clothed cock, but is late, and he's tired and buzzed out. It doesn’t connect in his mind.

You move. you are getting yourself higher on his chest. Enji feels small hands wandering under his shirt. Presses of lips on his neck. Wet kisses on the stubble on his jaw.

The soft touches pull him deeper. There's a young and wanton body over his. It’s been so long since he truly touched another, let himself be touched. Smooth lips and an uncertain tongue were kissing him, and he wants to devour them. It’s hot and burns and makes his insides coil, his cock hard and heavy inside his pants. A warm slit humping it.

Could have been the tiredness, the beer, the comfort of the situation, anything really.

Enji kisses you like a man starved. Head moving and ravaging your much smaller mouth with his tongue. His hand yanks your tank top down exposing your breasts, and now he’s pulling and pinching the sweet nipples in a way that makes you moan against his tongue with a voice he couldn't recognize.

His other hand was down at your ass, guiding your movements back and forth on his erection with vigor, the friction against your slit makes you weak, but he keeps you moving, his calloused hand encompassing most of your behind. At each needy thrust his fingers would slide down between the cleft of your ass more and more.

His meaty fingers push the bottons of your shorts aside with a flick of his wrist, and now he's touching directly your puffy lips that are messy and wet all over. Enji growls in your mouth as you moan louder when he starts playing with your pussy, a pitched whine as he flicks your clit up and down, a strong hold on your breast.

A loud bang from the TV is what snaps him back to reality.

It was his daughter.

His daughter was over him. It was his daughter that was humping his cock, that he was sucking her small tongue and tweaking her nipples until he made her squeal.

He jumps to his feet and throws you across the couch.

Different from him, you look wide awake. Flushed face and startled eyes stares up at him, exposed breasts still heaving. Nipples rosy and hard. Between your legs, a glistening trail of where his fingers dragged when he ripped them off of you. Your shorts are drenched.

There's a moment of silence.

Enji snaps. He sprints to his bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

He locks his door, drops to the floor, and whips his hard and heavy cock out. in three pumps, thick ropes of cum cover his hand and clothed middle.

Taking big gulps of air trying to calm his breathing, his eyes glancing everywhere in a panic state, he looks down, and spot the wet patch on his clothed thigh. Yours juices that leaked on him. Its still in his other hand, fingers wet.

Enji wants to cry.

He tried to be a good father.

He ruined it again.

#endeavor x reader #Enji Todoroki #Endeavor #Enji todoroki x reader

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puppyexpressions · 3 years ago

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Checklist for Puppy Proofing Your Home

Congratulations on welcoming a new puppy into your family! As the owner (or soon-to-be owner) of a new puppy, you’ll start preparing for your new puppy by finding a veterinarian and purchasing all the necessities.

But, after the fun part of choosing a cute collar and getting a name tag engraved, it’s time to get down to business by puppy proofing your home.

Make sure your environment is as safe as possible by reviewing our puppy checklist for bringing a puppy home.

Keep your trash under wraps

Trash cans are a mecca of interesting and exciting smells to a curious puppy’s nose, so it’s important to keep them covered and secured. Left to their own devices your new puppy could consume something toxic (like xylitol gum), swallow an object that causes internal obstruction (like tissues or a bone) or even get their head caught in a snack bag, putting them at risk of suffocation.

Free of charge: cover and contain cords

Protect your new puppy from accidental shock, burns to the mouth, or worse, by using sturdy cord covers or deterrent sprays on electric cords, chargers, and power cables. Of course, a young pup should always be supervised when not contained in a crate or pen, but providing plenty of chew toys will also help to give your puppy a better outlet (pun intended) for their chewing energy.

Properly stow your bags

It’s very likely that your purse, backpack, gym bag, or diaper bag contains one, if not many items that pose a threat to your new pup. Xylitol poisoning is becoming more and more common as it creeps into more products, like sugar-free gum, hand creams, etc. See a list of 700+ products containing xylitol here. Unintentional poisoning is one of the most common pet emergencies, so be sure to store bags in a closed closet or on a sturdy hook that is high and out of reach. Don’t let family members or visitors off the hook either.

Create a drug-free zone

Human medications are the most common source of poisoning for pets every year, so be sure that all medications and supplements that might be sitting on nightstands or countertops are safely stored in secure cabinets or drawers. It is also wise to store pet medications separately from yours, and always dispense pills and liquids over a sink or bowl in case of spills.

Watch out for poisonous houseplants

A houseplant may appear innocent, but it can cause serious problems, from mild irritation and digestive upset to organ failure and even death if your puppy decides to take a nibble. Some of the most dangerous plants for dogs include the Sago palm — pictured close to a puppy's crate in photo above — (and other cycads), Castor Bean, American Yew, and the Autumn Crocus. Beware of Poinsettia plants and Holly (leaves and berries) around christmas. This isn’t an exhaustive list, but you can see more on ASPCA Animal Poison Control’s list of poisonous plants and flowers.

Give them space

Whether it’s a crate, a pen, or a fluffy spot on the sofa in the basement, your pup deserves a “safe space” to which they can retreat and be contained if you’re not home. Getting your pup used to a crate will have many benefits; for example, when you travel, take your dog to the groomer, or when they have to stay at the vet for a few hours.

Pack your poisons

From household cleaners, detergents and glue, to yard and automotive chemicals, most homes are bound to have a few toxic substances that need to be locked up. Even a safety cap can’t stand up against those sharp puppy teeth. Antifreeze is especially enticing to pets, so take extra care when cleaning up spills and storing containers. Rat and mouse poisons as well as slug baits need to be kept out of reach.

Set limits

Curious by nature, your puppy is bound to explore as much as possible and test their limits. Set up baby gates or pens and close appropriate doors to keep your puppy from getting into (or out of) places that you don’t want them to.

Heights: keep your pup grounded

Puppies are clumsy and have fragile bones, so a seat on the couch or in a standing child’s arms puts them at risk of injury if they fall or try to jump. It’s best to keep your puppy off tall furniture and have young children sit when holding them until your puppy is less fragile and more coordinated.

Batteries are not remotely safe

Remote controls, electronic toys, key fobs, and any other devices that contain batteries should be picked up and kept well out of reach. Not only can small parts be chewed and swallowed, but a swallowed battery is even more dangerous because it can cause burns to the soft tissue inside your pet’s esophagus on the way down. Disc batteries are especially dangerous!

#new puppy #puppy proofing

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slasherhaven · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Love your blog <3

Could you write how the slashers would react to their newest victim (and future S/O) succumbing to Stockholm syndrome?

The Slasher with a victim (future S/O) that succumbs to Stockholm Syndrome

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is confused but slowly accepts it. When you first start showing signs of...affection? Tommy is just confused. At first he just thinks it’s a trick to get him to let you go but you continue, you’re kind, you try to speak to him, you seem to want him around, and you oddly submissive, agreeing to do what the family asked of you. But your trust and affection seemed mostly focused on Thomas. He didn’t understand your change of heart but he accepted it, it couldn’t be a bad thing to you have around, to have you love him.

Luda May encourages it. As long as you you follow the rules, continue to prove you can be trusted, and continue to grow close to Thomas, she is happy with this. She’ll be the one mostly in charge of your ‘rules’. This mostly includes how much freedom around the house. At first you need constant supervision, usually from Thomas which encourages you both to keep growing closer, but eventually you’ll be allowed to move around the house as you wish. But only once you prove that you aren’t going to run, that your change of heart is real.

Michael Myers

Had already formed an obsession with you. Michael isn’t known for holding any victims captive, so this is a first for both of you. Something about you just told him that he had to have you, so he did and kept you in the house he grew up in. Of course, at first, you had fought and begged he let you do, but he just had to keep you around for some reason. Then your behaviour started to change. No arguing, more submission, staring, and the only time you begged was for him to not leave. Apparently, you didn’t like being left along for a long time.

Is under no illusions about what is really going on. He knows that you aren’t actually falling in love with him, this was Stockholm syndrome. He just doesn’t care. Either way, he gets your submission, you stop fighting him, and he gets what he wants. You, just without the hassle.

Jason Voorhees

Likely formed some sort of obsession with you and wants to protect you. Among your group of friends, you stood out to him. He just felt the need to protect you, to keep you tucked away in the safety of his cabin. So, that’s exactly what he did. He snatched you up and took you home. At first you were scared and upset, begging to be let go, promising now to say anything. He didn’t like it but he understood it. He was just giving it time, hoping you would come around.

He’s cautious but accepting of your change. He notices your gradual change. How you calm down, becoming less nervous and more comfortable around him, even seeming to want to be around him. At first he is cautious, just wanting to make sure that this isn’t a trick or something, but he’d gradually accept your change, happily doing so. He much prefers having you move about the cabin and be around him because you want to be rather than because you’re scared.

Brahms Heelshire

Just thinks he’s getting what he wants. He doesn’t realise it’s Stockholm syndrome, he doesn’t even consider it as a possibility. He just thinks that you’ve finally come around to loving him and taking care of him, since that’s all he ever wanted you to do. That’s what he told you that you had to do.

Takes advantage of it. Brahms sees how you’ve become submissive to him and takes full advantage of it. By now you’ll be following his ‘rules’ like they’re your religion and doing so without complaint. Not only will you allow physical affection, you will initiate it and desire it as well. You’d never say no to him, and that’s exactly what he wants from you. The way he sees it, you’ve just become the perfect nanny.

Bo Sinclair

Finds it humorous. When he realises what’s happening, that you’re showing signs of Stockholm syndrome and that he is your main attachment, he is just amused. Well, this should be interesting. He’s definitely going to mess around with it, see what he can get you to go, even tease you about falling for him.

Knows that it’s Stockholm syndrome but doesn’t care. He’s well aware of what is going on here, he simply doesn’t care for your reasoning. He doesn’t care that the feeling aren’t real, that doesn’t matter to him. As long as you’re obedient and do as he says, he’s all good with it.

Vincent Sinclair

Is just confused. He doesn’t understand why you stopped crying and struggling, or why you started asking him to stay with you. You wanted him to be around, you wanted to be closer to him whenever Bo was in the room. He just couldn’t understand why. He had just as much a part in your friends’ death as Bo, so why weren’t you as afraid of him?

Doesn’t mind unless you become a threat to the town. When it became clear that you were being completely sincere about your newfound feelings (even though Bo was completely aware you were suffering from Stockholm syndrome), the brothers decided to keep you around. Bo made it clear that you were Vincent’s responsibility and he was alright with that, since you seemed so okay with that.

Lester Sinclair

He had felt guilty and showed you kindness. The twins were holding you for longer than usual and you were just so scared, crying and pleading to be let go, promising that you would tell anyone about Ambrose. It made Lester feel bad for you. So, he would come and give you food and drink, make sure you were as comfortable as you could be given the situation, he would give you company even though he was sure that you wouldn’t want that from him. But when you started to look forward to his visits, speak more to him, the two of you becoming friendly.

Is worried about your attachment to him but it saves your life. He knew it wasn’t normal for somebody being held hostage to become so friendly with one of their captures, he knew that is should be a cause for concern. But he liked your company, he liked you, and even his brothers thought your friendliness and attachment to him was sincere. It saved your life because Lester managed to convince Bo to let you live, to let you live with him, more specifically. You would still be under close watch but it should slowly ease up, at least with Lester.

Bubba Sawyer

Has no concept of Stockholm syndrome. When you start ‘warming up’ to him, that’s all he thinks it is. He thinks you’re starting to like him and he likes you, so he doesn’t see the problem. He’s excited to have a new friend.

Kind of treats you like a pet. Drayton had been very strict about you being Bubba’s responsibility if he wanted to keep you. Like a parent would tell a child when they ask for a pet. So, it makes sense that Bubba would take that seriously. He would take care of you, bringing you food and drink, new clothes, keeping you in his room until the family trusts you enough to move through the house freely.

Billy Lenz

Thinks you’ve just warmed up to him. Billy just knows that you’ve stopped seeming upset and seem more comfortable. He honestly just thinks you’ve started to like him. You had been his favourite, it’s why he kept you instead of killing you. Only, you hadn’t seemed too happy about it at the time. So, this was just you calming down and starting to like him...right?

Realises he can get away with a lot more now. You have stopped flinching away from him whenever he gets too close so he tries to initiate more physical contact, thrilled when you allow it. Even more thrilled when you seek it out.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

It was possibly intentional. If you manage to be exposed to Asa enough to form any sort of attachment to him, he’s probably on purpose. He had probably taken a liking to you, decided to keep you, the Stockholm syndrome was just a bonus.

Will play with you because of it. He’ll keep you locked up in one of the suites in the hotel, provide food and water, new clothes that he wants you to wear. He loves your submission and obedience to him, he loves that you’ve developed some sort of reliance on him. He loves messing with you, seeing what he can get you to do. Could he walk you around the hotel and show you his collection and still have you crave his attention once he gets you back to your room?

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Knows exactly what is happening. As soon as you start showing signs of Stockholm syndrome, Jesse is invested in seeing where this goes. He’s going to push you, tease you, test just how deep in you are. Apparently, you’re pretty far gone because you’re stilling hanging on to him. Still seeking his attention and even his affection, taking whatever he will give you.

Will still take advantage of it. He knows that’s happening but that won’t stop him from using it against you. He’s not going to kill you though, this is much more fun. He likes your submission but he wants to see if he can get you to fully seek him out, not quite as subtly as you already do. He wants to know if he can come back from a kill, take a seat, and have you place yourself on his lap as if on instinct.

Otis Driftwood

As soon as he realises what’s going on, he’s smirking. He doesn’t care that this is Stockholm syndrome, he’s done worse than take advantage of somebody who isn’t completely mentally stable. And, hey, right now you seem to enjoy his attention quite a bit. He will push you to your limit before drawing you back in with gentleness, something he isn’t familiar with but knows will wash away all the stuff that might push you away from him completely.

Might just have to keep you around, for as long as this continues at least. It’s fun, he’s going to keep playing with you. The only thing is that once you snap, unable to take it anymore even with the Stockholm syndrome, you wouldn’t be of much use to him.

Baby Firefly

Oh...this is going to be fun. She’s excited about your behaviour. You want to please her and she’s more than happy to let you, presenting you to the family, telling them that she’s keeping you.

Treats you a little like a toy. To her, you’re an object. All you seem to want is to please her and all she wants is to let you. She’ll dress you up how she wants, have you do as she says, the praise and affection you get being your reward that keeps you around.

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Uncles’ Tea

Two Uncles meet regarding one nephew. Things go about as well as one could reasonable expect.

A tiny ficlet thing I made based on the AMAZING ATLA fic Salvage by @muffinlance

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Iroh smiled as Zuko ran off towards the hull of the ship as a man called for someone to help with the rigging. He was too far to hear what the man said, but whatever it was made his nephew bristle, but the Water Tribe Warrior didn’t flinch, despite the angry firebender standing feet away from his heavily scarred arm and shoulder. Instead, he simply ruffled Zuko’s dark hair, though not hard enough to pull a single strand out of the wolftail holding his hair back, or the braids with beads that were making the prince appear more of water than fire. The hair suited him, much better than his phoenix tail ever had.

The casual affection of the water tribe crewmen and doting dog suited him even more. The man’s smile settled into an expression of peace as he watched his nephew expertly pull, tie, and coil ropes, pausing only to pet the isopup that nuzzled at his legs. These men had managed to reawaken a Zuko he’d feared that Ozai had buried too deeply to rise again. While a part of him would always wish that he had been the one to successfully bring his nephew down this path, he was too proud that he’d found his way to let it bother him.

Much.

“Ah,” A voice said and Iroh turned to see an elderly man coming up beside him. The water tribesman had a soft smile on his face, and both blue and red beads in his hair. “You must be my nephew’s other uncle.”

Iroh blinked. Paused. Followed the man’s eyeline to where Zuko was lightly bickering with a pair of boys a few years older than him as he continued to knot the ropes holding the sails. Suddenly, the retired general found himself feeling much less charitable. “What was that, friend?” He asked, grinning a grin that showed the teeth of a dragon. “I’m afraid I didn’t hear, I was watching my nephew. He has become quite good with water tribe sailing methods.”

Kustaa smiled back, though his eyes had sharpened. “Yes, my nephew is an excellent student. He has learned much about our way of life, and learned it quickly, especially about healing. I am lucky that the second best apprentice I’d ever had was my nephew as well.”

Iroh ignored the ‘second best’ comment, and the way the man’s lips quirked when he said it, as though there was a joke that the old prince did not understand. He kept his voice level and calm, steel below the surface, hidden under a layer of peace. He didn’t think this healer would miss it. “Yes. He has already told me much about your people. He was especially proud to tell me about his beads, and how important they are. He told me that they indicate very close bonds for family and friends. I notice…” He brought more steel to the surface. “That he doesn’t have one of yours.”

Kustaa was suddenly very sure that all of his falling practice had really been in preparation for this exact moment. He turned his face so that the red bead was facing the Fire Nation Prince. “I notice that you don’t have one of his.”

“Uncle!” Zuko suddenly shouted, and both men turned to the boy as he ran to them.

“Yes?” They asked simultaneously, before shooting identical glares.

Zuko scowled, response automatic. “You aren’t my uncle!” He shouted immediately, automatically. He always yelled that. It didn’t- it didn’t mean anything. That didn’t stop Iroh from smirking at his uncle opponent superiorly. Kustaa didn’t even glance Iroh’s way, instead pretending to be wounded.

“Ooh, I see how it is. Your other uncle comes and suddenly I’m kicked to the curb, and after you killed your cousin as well. Will you leave me with no one?”

“Wait- I mean, I didn’t- STOP THAT!” Zuko shouted, but Kustaa simply smiled at his nephew, touching his red bead in a subtle gesture that he knew would reassure the youngster.

Zuko rolled his eyes, and Iroh cut into the conversation. “Prince Zuko, I believe you called for me.” He glanced at Kustaa at the last word. Zuko paused, reading the room for the first time. When had he learned to do that?

“Um, I just wanted to ask if you still like roast duck. I- uh, I don’t think I have all the ingredients for it, but I think I can make a good Duck soup. I have the recipe for one at least.”

“That sounds wonderful, nephew. You cook now?”

The boy smiled softly, flushing. “Yeah, they kept making me heat their food and someone only let me work half the day, so I got bored.”

Iroh laughed. “I am surprised they got you to stop working. I admit, that is not something I’d ever achieved.” Zuko blushed. “Come, you can tell me all about what you have learned over some tea.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Kustaa inserted himself. “I will make some of my cloudberry. I know how much you enjoy it, nephew.”

“Ah,” Iroh cut in, any veil gone. “But I brought Jasmine. It is Prince Zuko’s favorite.”

“Is it now.”

“Yes. Ever since he was a child.”

Zuko’s eyes darted between the two, taking cautious steps back. “Um, actually I think Toklo wanted my help with laundry.”

“But Nephew,” Kustaa said, eyes never leaving his uncle opponent. “We were going to have tea.”

“Yes.” Iroh replied, also not looking away. “Some nice calming tea sounds lovely right now.”

“I don’t want any tea Uncle.” Zuko shouted. He considered the side of the ship and briefly considered quickly exiting the conversation before remembering his recent talk with Hakoda. Instead, he inched around the two glaring uncles. “Oh look, uh Seabreeze’s wing is looking weird again.”

Iroh and Kustaa’s eyes remained locked on one another. A challenge. A battle. Two Uncles. One nephew. After a moment however, a wicked smirk ghosted Kustaa’s face. “I propose a truce. Uncles’ do not need to fight one another. Not when there is a father to gang up against.”

Iroh’s brows rose and he looked pointedly at the warriors training and the waterbender helping steer the ship towards the Avatar. “I believe we are already doing that.”

Kusta ‘tsked’ dismissively. “Zuko’s real father. Come, let’s have that tea. I can tell you where our nephew ended up the first time Hakoda took him shopping.”

Iroh considered this for a moment. He looked to his nephew, dressed in blue clothing but walking more relaxed than he had in years, even as he struggled to avoid a dozen crewmate hands reaching to pet his hair. “I have always wanted to try cloudberry when brewed by a master. I’m sure the Earth Kingdom counterparts don’t do it justice.”

Hakoda, standing just close enough to overhear and supervise suddenly considered climbing the mast.

#Atla #avatar: the last airbender #Zuko #Iroh #Hakoda #Salvage #Giftfic #Muffinlance #fanfiction #fanfic

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