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karumashadowchicken · 4 years ago

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Yandere Hawks x Reader, Fem pt.1

Yandere Hawks x Reader 'Talk'

You had woken up after sleeping in again. You got up tirdly, and put on your casual outfit. Sighing, you put your ear uds in your ears and started walking. You exite your house quiely, as it was 11:50pm. Walking through the city was nice, as there weren't many people. Most people would be worried about their health, as crime was quite common. Although you had a quirk, and a pretty strong one at that. You never showed it off, some of your friendsdiden't even know you had a quirk. As you walked you put your handsin your pocket, the wind was howling, but it wasen't an unwelcomed sound. It was quite relaxing, and it made you feel a little calmer. Cars still went by every fe minutes, and the city lights were still bright. Walking throught the city wasalways something you liked, it was calming, and just a good way to get some alone time. As you walked around the block you eventually ended back at your apartment building. Walking up the stairs you climbed to the roof. You always liked the way that the strs looked from the roof top. Sitting atop the building you could see the stars so clearly, you could see so much more than you needed too. You kicked your feet over the side of the building. Moving your head lightly from side to side, you looked at the sky. Only yo be spooked. "Whater you doin on a roof top at midnight?" Hawks was dressed casual, his red wings puffed up a little, " Your not causing trouble are ya?" Hawks questioned. You sighed, " Nope, I just need a break fro all the hussle and bussle of city life." Hawks sighed sitting dowm beside you, "Me too kid." You two sat there silently. He humbed a soft tune. "Its not as easy as people make it sound, is it?" You asked. He quirked an eyebrow." Being a hero." You continue, " People make it sound like a dream come true.... Its not is it?" Hawks sighed, leaning back, putting his legs back, rocking back and forth. "I guess its a lot more complicated then people think, all worth it though." Hawks continued humming, until he turned to you, "Do you usualy sit up here, I mean, its kinda late?" Hawks queastioned. You looked to the sky smiling lightly. His head followed were you were looking, turning the the sky. " Its kinda nice out here. I big bustling city, and the calming night sky. It really is something ien't it?" Hawks smiled lightly, "Yeah it is, baby bird." you turn your head, "Hm?" You raised an eybrow and continued, " Do you call everybody baby bird?" Hawks face when white for a split second, not realising he called ya baby bird. "ha, sorry Y/N. diden't mean to call ya that." He almost paniked when he realzed that he said your name, but you diden't queastion it. "Its fine honestly." You continued, " a careing nickname isen't the worst thing in the world." you and hawks looked at the sky for a while, having a light conversaion. "Hey baby bird?" you turned your head, going 'hm?', "If ya ever wanna talk, heres my number." Hawks handed you his phone, wanting your number too. You two exchanged numbers, before you sighed getting up. "sorry Hawks, I should get to bed. That was nice talk." You frowned, realizing you probley wont see him again. At least not without it being him on the news or something. "I'll see ya again." You smiled lightly, a sadness in your eyes."Yeah..." You followed your way down the stair case, stoping at your apartment. You opened the door and walked in. Turning the lights on and closing the door behind you. Your phone 'dinged'causing you to look at it. Its said, 'GoodNight Baby Bird', from 'Hawks'. You smiled, remembering that you two did exxchange numbers. You siled, typing back to him, "GoodNight, Hawks." He smiled looking at his phone as he sat on the roof top. he had been crouched on the roof,bt got up and punched into the air,. His wings flapping like a pretty bird. A featherof his 'fell' from his wing and 'landed' on your belcony. You diden't think about the fact that he could control his feathers at the time, now you wish you had noticed. Seeing a flash of fluffy red you opened the belcony door, looking out. Only to see a single red feather. You picked it up and felt the feather. It wasso soft and pretty, you placed it on your table and got yourself dinner. Simply eating your favourite snack. You finished quickly and turned on the tv, putting on Animal Planet. You fell asleep lisening the animal planet in the backround. *Hawks Perspecive* He made sure you saw the feather, as it 'landed' on your belcony. He flew back to your apaertment minutes later, he was exited. He had finally got to talk to you! You even exchange numbers, and responded when he said good night. Hawks smiled softly to himself, it looked a little bit like a sadistic grin, but it wasen't. He looked threw the belconys glass door, finding you fast asleep he starts to pick the lock. When he got, which was suprizigly easy since you forgot the ock the door, he stepped inside softly.He looked at your cute sleeping form and took a few cute pictures of you cutlt cuddled up. He moved to your washroom. You had bought new shampoo and conditioner, he neededto see what brand it was. Once he did he sneaked bad, leaving a bit of money in your wallet along with a note reading, 'Sorry for the trouble, baby bird.' Once finished he closed the door, using the feather on the inside to lock it. He hoped to run into you in the morning. *Your Perspective* You woke again, having a relativlynormal morning. Making sure you had your wallet you headed to the mall. You needed to picked up a few foods, snacks, clothing, and a few other things. Getting dressed you put on something casual. The weather was okay, fo the season. You sighed, moving throught he crowds of people. Not carring for whatever had interested them you just walked through ignoreing them. You were walking in an empty part of the mall now, put still somehow you ended up bumping into somebody. "Uh! I am so sorry!" You said fumbling. You had fallen to the floor. "Hey, you should watch where your going." You fumbled out another apoligy. You looked p to the man, scared face, staples in his face, black spiky hair, and a lot of peircings. You sighedhelping yourself up, " I am so sorry, can I buy you a coffee or something?" You asked. He sighed looking behind him. Dabi, not wanting to cause trouble just waves you off and walks by. You calmed your breathing, happy that you diden'tcause any trouble. Walking around the next corner you walked right into someones chest. You almost fell back, but he reached forward and caught you, "Hey Baby Bird." You looked up and smiled at his voice, "Hawks!" You said smiling. Hawks smiled lifting you too your feet completly. "What are ya doing here Baby Bird?" You sighed, and explainedyour shopping trip so far. You included the man you had bumped into just a minute ago. He sighed, "Oh, did you get his name?"you sighed and explained that you haden't. He sighed putting his hand around our shoulder. *Hawks Perspective* "Where ya headed now, baby bird?" I asked. She smiled beutifuly,sighing again. they do that a lot, I noticed that since met them. I looked into her beautiful face, as she eplaned she was shopping, "Need any help?" I asked. She waved me of, explaining that it was fine, and she diden't wanna waste my time. Shes never a waste of time, I love her so much, I thought while taking her hand. "None sense, I'll carry your basket for you." I contined, "Nothing like quality time." I smiled at her as she blushed. her hand was so beautifl an soft. They are amazing, and beautiful. I used this as the perfect chance to find out what kind of things they buy. *Your Perspective* "Okay, Uh.. Follow me I guess." You said, still blushing. You pulled you hand away lightly while looking at products. You stoped at a sweet isle, and bought your favourite. You and hawks headed to the bread isle next, a got some fresh bread. In the end you hand gotten all the things that you needed. Then you headed to another store, buying: -Your Favourite Food, Snack, Drink and Chips. -Your Favourite Heros Mug. -A Stuffie Of Gang Orca, and Best Jeanist. -Some Stuff For Writing, and Drawing. -A Few New Outfits. -whatever else. Hawks smiled, taking in all the knowlege of what you bought. You smiled, stopping at a cute cafe inside the mall. "Wanna chat, and get some snacks?" you asked. Hawks nodded his head and smiled at you, "Of Course."

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casmoments · 4 years ago

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One Broken Half

Original Imagine: Imagine you’re Castiel’s commanding officer, in charge of punishing him for his rebellion. Reader Gender: female Word Count: 3600 Warnings: not as dub-con as the imagine might suggest but still. i strayed very slightly from what it implied and there’s a mutual connection between cas/reader. that being said, the circumstances are obviously not friendly. derogatory language, light violence/violent threats, roughness. "angelcest" if you are sensitive to it. the brother/sister terminology is explicitly defined with an alternative meaning, but if you think it might bother you to see those titles, then be wary. no sex but it’s still smutty. might potentially finish a more evolved sequel.

Though heaven was absolute, you supposed them guilty of one error: you were not a good choice for this job. The history you thought you could ignore, the feelings you once reigned, broke past all confines and blinded you.

The brethren of angels was not founded like human relations. There was no biological foundation or recognizable trait to call your brothers and sisters legitimate kinfolk. But that did not open grounds for lewd engagements, to debase the host in any depravity, to entertain humanistic curiosities.

All the same, you and Castiel always had a… fondness for one another. You once served as a unit, a pair, as some angels did. The stories conceived by mankind had so much muddled reality that they sometimes confused your partnership, assuming you were one solitary being.

Though if you were honest, that claim was not wholly unfounded; you sometimes felt like one entity. Eons had unfolded, centuries all but dawdled with no company but stars, a growing earth, and a familiar presence flooding your space. And if your grace had ever entwined with his, it was nothing to remark upon. There was no real corporeality to identify debauchery or sin. You and Castiel were close, and though you lacked much physicality, it sometimes manifested in physical terms anyway.

You sometimes wondered if they separated you for that reason. You never thought anything of reassignment, plucked from his side and promoted to a higher position in heaven. He continued with his duty and you continued with yours. And you never before possessed the capability to consider sentiment. That… fondness was the deepest your considerations ever ran. Neither of you were built to endure the labours of human affection and emotion. You were partners and then you weren’t. If there were empty, aching patches in your grace, invisible wounds between wings or flames or limbs, then you had ignored them and their possible ramifications.

It was harder to ignore now. You were not technically occupying a vessel but this particular cell recreated vessels to inhabit while in heaven. It was meant as a form of torture, encasing an angel in a body and restraining all their powers, forcing them to feel what it would be like to fall, to be human. Unfortunately, it affected everyone contained. Not only were the victims restrained in empty vessels, forced to feel them like bodies, but the supervisors and interrogators were likewise bound. The only different was the chamber’s sentience; it responded to your wiles and commands but ignored his.

All the same, you did not appreciate vessels on earth and you certainly did not appreciate this sensation. Everything felt so immediate—hot, bright, cold, crawling under your skin. Millennia worth of knowledge, experience, and battered emotion began to burn like something tangible. Though you maintained a stoic reserve, your heart beat faster than resting pace.

Much faster, still, at the sight of him—a sight you barely understood. He seemed to barely understand it, and it affected him more bodily.

But there he sat, forced onto his knees before you, arms spread and hands manacled to individual chains, fastened to the ground and preventing much movement. The room was completely empty, white marble stretching all around you, pillars of silver and reflective glass every so often. But the cold wash of white was a faraway thing. An unfamiliar heat rolled through your human body, some deep significance wrought from his mussed hair, from his unbuttoned shirt, from his dilated pupils, his parted lips. A reaction to things you did not fully comprehend—the pinnacle of confusion resting in his obvious reciprocation.

“Control your vessel, Castiel,” you demanded, hoping disdain would mask your unease. He shifted uncomfortably, audibly responding to pain for the first time since this session began. It was a low groan, one which fanned that heat low in your body, creating discomfort between your thighs. You recognized your arousal for what it was, though you did not understand why you felt it.

But he clearly felt it as well, that groan, that bulge in the front of his trousers, betraying the wrath in his voice and the fire in his eyes. Though this session began with his gentle persuasion—you don’t have to do this, he had said, appealing to emotions you did not have, or emotions you thought you did not have—he had now reached the height of fury. He refused to surrender, as stubborn as you. His convictions were locked. You now stood at a stalemate, caught in a repetitive cycle of physical action which no longer resembled your chore.

You were not a good choice for this assignment. There was too much, too much history between you and him. Somewhere deep in the pit of this human form, you felt the tendrils of your true essence expand, almost like it was reaching for him. You swallowed hard, recalling the long centuries of your partnership—recalling that first hesitant brush, a strange burning sensation which delved to a comfort like no other, wings brushing, flame twining, limbs hooking, and a power rippling from the core of your being outward, singing until it met its likeness in a separate entity.

You quelled those thoughts, bat them down, turned your eyes to the resolute white marble.

“Why are you here, Castiel?” you asked, the same question over and over. If he was smart, he would reply with his crime, allow this to unfold smoothly, fall back into quiet complacency where he belonged. Where you belonged. Where you both belonged. But he would not. He would confess to no crime. Even if you did pry the words from his mouth, he would show no remorse. You were not even halfway done.

And he was goading you on. He was trying to make you angry, trying to make you feel. He had succeeded once already, moments before now. You had lectured him on respect, on seniority and servitude.

“We are not our Father,” you had said. “We do not have the eyes to perceive true good and evil, to judge for ourselves where we should stand. We rely on his word, the will and order, and that cause is just, it is goodness itself—”

“You do not take your orders from God,” Castiel had snapped, all but snarling at you. “We took our orders from Anna once, now—”

“Anna,” you had spat the name, recalling a tragic spiral of human messes. You then reared back to strike him, summoning your blade to your hand. “You will not utter Anael’s name in this chamber, you insolent—!” You had paused, his wrath having dissolved. It was not replaced with fear, however. He tipped his head and regarded you with a warm sort of curiosity. You lowered your hand, blade smacking your leg. “What?” You shouldn’t have asked, knowing his reply would only disorient you. But you did and he met your gaze, eyes so blue they reminded you of his true form, and it warmed you in unfamiliar places.

“You’re angry,” he had said. You narrowed your eyes, gripping the hilt of your blade tighter. “You are not as indifferent as you would like, Y/N,” he clarified, looking at you with a much too knowing eye. He then narrowed his own gaze, looking at you with a twisted disgust. “Do you think you can hide that from me, sister?”

“You are not the Castiel I knew,” you had said, voice shaking, fingers quivering. You ignored how the familiar title panged inside you. And it remained true; sister did not mean the same thing as in human tongues. It wasso much more. It was far beyond intimacy that humans could comprehend. You cleared your throat. “You see and know nothing.”

“I am me,” was his sharp reply. You released your hold, dropping your blade. It clattered to the ground as you set to contemplative pacing. “I see you,” he had continued, words biting, “I know you. You won’t do this.”

“You don’t know what I’ll do,” you had said.

“I don’t,” was his sole admission, looking up at you. “That’s not what I said.”

You won’t do this, he had said. Your actions were unpredictable but he knew you would only go so far.

You had dropped to your knees in front of him, grabbing him by his hair and yanking his head back. He made a small noise of surprise but otherwise controlled himself, closing his eyes and drawing his lips together. You let go of his hair to free the tie around his neck, tossing it over your shoulder. That was when you called to your blade. It lifted off the ground and rebuilt in your hand. You used it to cut away the trenchcoat he wore, the black suit jacket following. He stared at you while you worked, his breath running over the side of your face. You looked at him only once, your faces frighteningly close.

“You disgust me,” was all you said, tearing the clothing down. It fell in shambles around him. His gaze darkened then. You assumed it was ire, did not interpret the dilation of his pupils through any other means. You tossed your blade behind you and grabbed his shirt. You ripped it right down the middle, buttons popping off, an angry tear sounding in the empty chamber. He breathed a bit harder as if the blow had been delivered to his person. You opened up the shirt, slamming your hand into the middle of his chest. It had some effect, winding him, but it did not last.

“How could you let yourself become this?” you had asked, more distressed than you wished. You steeled yourself immediately, backing away before he answered. You marched a few paces and then whirled around, at which point you noticed the effect you had. He breathed unevenly, gaze thrown aside like he could not bear your sight. Your eyes fell to the hard evidence of his arousal, and the first wave of heat had struck you then.

And that left you here, in your little stalemate, breath ragged and bodies hot. You cleared your throat, looking away from him as you spoke again.

“Castiel,” you said, a little throatier than you would have liked, “name your crime and pray for absolution.”

He looked at you but said nothing. His stare was intense, defiant, challenging. Your feet carried you towards him, the thought barely conceived before it was realized. Parts of your grace seemed to spur you on, two very different bodies encouraging action. You powered every frustration into righteous anger, glaring as you circled him.

You stopped behind him and stared. He looked at you over his shoulder, as insolent as ever. You stormed towards him, all but slamming yourself against him. His head hit your legs and you bent over, crouching slightly.

“When your superiors question you, then you answer them,” you barked, hooking your arm about him. You wrapped your hand around his throat, angling his head to bare some of his neck.

His only response was a barely stifled moan. You tightened your hold on his neck, palm rubbing against his throat, fingers squeezing.

“The horrific realizations of humanity,” you snapped. “Look how their lessons have debased you. This would have shamed you to consider once. Now look at you.” You tore back the collar of his ripped shirt, exposing more skin. You held his throat, keeping his head tipped, revealing a tantalizing stretch of skin that begged to be ruined. “You take pleasure in this now.”

The chains rattled slightly; he must have tried moving. His hands were caught where they were, far at his sides. Your eyes remained fixed on that untouched bit of skin. Other hand still gripping his throat, not tight enough to strangle but strong enough to threaten, you ran a finger from below his ear, down his neck, over the dip leading to his shoulder, stopping only when you reached the shirt again. He breathed so hard, you could see his chest rise and fall with every breath.

And you couldn’t help it. He radiated heat and it was so achingly familiar. Your forms were completely different… and it somehow felt more real than ever. Your body felt empty, age-old tremors rattling beneath your skin, every inch of flesh vulnerable and wrong. His body practically begged for yours, as yours did for him. And you were close, far too close and never close enough, your chest against his back and your hand on his throat and his skin right there under you—

He moaned, long and low, when you closed your lips over that juncture between his shoulder and neck, biting into the soft flesh. The chains rattled again, a frustrated sound bursting past his lips. You licked over the little bite, immediately marking a similar brand beside it. You relished in the sounds he made, the way his breath would catch, how his shoulders shook, the bob in his throat moving beneath your hand.

“If only you were half as good at being a soldier,” you snarled, speaking right into his ear, “as you were at being a whore.” That only drew another deep groan, adding to the heat in your body. “Should I test the limits of this room?” you asked. “And the limits of you?” You finally released his throat, curled your fingers around the collar of his shirt. “If I willed it, you would be without this garment, wouldn’t you?” Sure enough, the white shirt vanished as if it had never been there, your hands falling to his bare shoulders and squeezing. He grunted, leaning back slightly, your clothed breasts pressing against his bare back. “And you would enjoy it. As I suspected.”

His next sound almost resembled a whimper, helpless and forlorn when you moved away. You circled him again, stopping to stand in front of him. He stared up at you, that stripe down his shoulder and neck marked red, glistening in slight from wet kisses. You moved onto your knees in front of him, flattening your hands against his stomach and sliding them upward. His eyes fluttered closed, lips pressed tightly together. The chains rattled a bit.

“You serve heaven, not humanity,” you said, “enslaved as you are to their decadence.” You rolled your thumb over a nipple, looking there before sensing his gaze. You looked up, saw he stared at you with a feverish intensity.

“Decadence,” he growled, leaning as far forward as he could. You leaned back, tipping your head, and still his mouth hovered above yours. “You should learn to flatter yourself, sister,” he said, lifting his head so the tip of his nose brushed yours. You licked your lips, raked your teeth over your bottom lip because it seemed to ache in wanting. You dug your fingernails into his chest, dragging them down. His eyes closed in an expression of pain but the sound he made revealed pleasure—pleasure right down to his core and yours.

“You don’t serve me either,” you breathed. He opened his eyes again, that fire yet burning.

“You would like me to.”

His words ran down your body, sliding past your own suit jacket, your dress shirt, your pants, and every article beneath. You felt it on your skin, between your legs, and somewhere deep inside. Your heart raced, and its thunder was affected by fear.

“I have no likes,” you stammered, “I have no desires.”

“Lying is a sin,” he said—always too smart for his own good. Always too much heart for his own good. Always too much everything for his own good. His good and yours. He was falling and he was going to drag you right down with him. You could feel a heavy weight inside your chest, yanking you down, lower and lower. Your hands roughly moved over his abdomen and sides, like they were fighting some invisible force, fighting to stay while that force removed them. You had no idea what to do.

You knew what you wanted to do, though. And that thought unsettled you, even while the cavities formed by fear were filled with liquid heat, born of the passion in his gaze.

You fought yourself, a three-word battle that raged in terror. With a frustrated exhale, your hands went to his belt and unbuckled it. You fumbled a bit, distracted by his breath, by his eyes locked on your face, by the hot pulse of your own blood. You parted the belt and undid his trousers, tugging them down his thighs.

“Y/N,” there was desire and maybe fear in that voice, though maybe not fear for himself. Your mind was a bit foggy, torn between a hundred thoughts. You couldn’t think straight in this body.

You ignored his voice, grabbing the sides of his boxers and pushing them down as well. His cock sprang from its confines, throbbing, rigid, dripping precum, and your lips parted in a wordless wonder as you looked at him.

“Oh,” you scarcely breathed, lifting a hand, carefully wrapping your fingers around him. He closed his mouth, biting back a sound, breathing hard through his nose. You experimentally moved your hand down his length, revelling in how his entire body seemed to quake with need. “This anatomy grows harder with arousal,” you murmured, stroking him again. “You must be very aroused, Castiel. I never thought you could feel so hard…”

“Y/N—”

“Brother,” the title again spoke volumes, whispered from some place you wanted to forget.

He moaned, leaning towards you, hips bucking into your hand. Your actions were slow and you recognized that, though you did not speed them, continued to slowly work him in your warm grip. When he adjusted to your cadence, he lifted his head slightly. You were close enough that his lips brushed your cheek, his nose pushing at a bit of your hair. He breathed against your skin, licking his lips, the action touching you.

“Your anatomy experiences dampness with its arousal,” he said, speaking low, that deep voice of his rolling over you. “Are you wet for me, sister?” You made a small noise, almost whimpering, moving your hand faster. He dipped his head forward, panting in your ear. “You are,” he growled, “your body knows what it is missing.”

You shook your head, though lying was futile. You were soaked and he would know. Your brother in divinity, your Castiel—

You could feel he was on the cusp of a climax. You delivered him to the brink and then stopped, abruptly seizing him, drawing a wretched sound from his throat.

“Y/N,” he groaned, “you can’t—”

“Now you have favours to ask of me,” you said dryly, squeezing him. He made a pitiful sound, the chains rattling for a prolonged moment. You remained there, gripping him, listening to his frantic sounds, watching desperate expressions shadow his face as you stroked him again. He shook his head and then nodded, tugging on the chains again.

“Please,” his voice broke. If only his resolve could so easily fracture. You considered drawing out this moment. You could no doubt pry some interesting confessions from him. But there was no lasting victory in any comment. The second he was relieved, he would return to his stubborn self.

“I should keep you like this,” you said, telling him as much. “I should leave you alone, begging for me to finish you.” He whimpered, the sound rolling into a moan as you started stroking him again. “But I won’t,” you said, breaking into a little noise of your own, “I want to see you at the height of human depravity.”

The very second you released him, he came with a cry, panting, spurting a mess of his own ejaculation across his body. You pulled your hands back, watching as he groaned, as his tense body slackened, as the chains protested his slumping form. You grabbed his chin and lifted his head, looked into eyes which reminded you of a much older story.

“Things are different now,” you said, not even sure what you meant. Did you mean to reject him, to put him in his place? Or had you delivered yourself across some unexpected bridge? Who had broken whom?

You received no immediate answer. He was suddenly clothed, at least in pants and a shirt. You both looked confused and then footsteps resonated behind you. Your commanding officer stood in wait, looking none too pleased. You rose immediately, stepping away from Castiel. You bowed your head, anticipating admonishment. To say you had lost track of your goals would be an understatement.

“You will seek absolution elsewhere,” your superior said, frowning. “I will handle this rebel myself.”

You started to leave, pausing in your retreat. You looked back at Castiel whose fiery resolve returned all at once. He glared at the high-ranking angel though you knew from experience it would not take long for him to break Castiel down. Some angels were better at this than others. Honestly, you once counted yourself among them. But Castiel…

He looked over at you, something softening in that gaze. The unsatisfied tension in your body sprang to life. You stumbled from the chamber, exploding into your celestial form. Electric currents seemed to run through every little wavelength, every chaotic wonder of your composition. And though you were no longer in a human body, you were overcome with despondency, a keen lamentation, a perfect heartbreak. You could not weep in this form and you seemed to suffer all the more for it.

Curled amidst stars, you supposed you knew exactly who had broken whom.

castiel x reader masterpost

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ohsayaka · 4 years ago

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thoughts on danganronpa chapter 2 oh my god oh mygo OHH man oh mmaan .. SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED ................. first of all . heinous . transphobic . ableist . this was so uncomfortable to watch . this couldve been done so much better. rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr the final scenes .. mondo talking about what happened before he got executed .. holy shit i think i teared up . that was so fucking tragic ??? aand the way taka screamed ......gosh. devastating . im so .. oh jesus . jesus .. justice for chihiro ................................. im . wow . justice for chihiro . the misgendering after death was so incredibly uncomfortable to watch WWWWWW . whatever . moving on loved loved loved every byakuya related events in this chapter .. adored them . soooo o oo good . wonderful incredible amazing showstopping never done before incredible life changing . amazing .sooo good . i love him hes so perfect . the entire trial . wow . wow <3 wow ............<3333333333333<3 wow . “effing” he literally said effing i cant get over it its soooooo funny . god . jesus . he is soooogood hes so perfect and evil and[grabbing him Wow .<3 togami brainrot is soooossososoosw real .. dude . dude . ok . what else happened here . oh i love sakura and aoi so much ..this wasso sad to watch .............. extremely sad . the way sakura screamed “i couldnt protect her” grrgrhrh .. devastating .......... what else what else .i love celeste i adore her . celeste ludenberg is CAT CODED she is cat coded .. she is a cat .............. i like her accent ?? i cant tell accents apart because im esl but i love the way she says “yes?” after sentences .. shes so cute . i LOVE kyoko i adore her shes incredible and smart and amazing and powerful and i loooove her i love how kyoko .. believes in you ........ kyoko is rooting for you from the start . kyoko knows you could do anything . she knows . and its like really meaningful to me personally . i love how much she believes in makoto it really does something to me UHUGAGUHUGUAU .......... shes great . i love her . and now ........... well . flopo flopawa . well . that was abhorrent . disgusting . awful . cannot believe all of this . its sooooo bad shes so bad no matter how you look at it . so bad . the ableism . disgusting . the lgbt fetishization . soo bad so awful i hate it so uncomfortable to watch . i really wish she wasnt such an awful and harmful character because i absolutely adore her design .. the red eyes the TONGUE the SCISSORS the the BRAIDS !!!!!!!!!! sooooo cool i love it i really really wish she wasnt handled this terribly .......

#danganronpa #chapter 2 #death #transphobia #chihiro fujisaki #kyoko kirigiri #celeste ludenberg #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #sakura oogami #aoi asahina #toko fukawa #mantis www #ask to tag

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cchellacat · 6 years ago

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For drunk drabbles: dancing under a full moon with WinterShock

Dancing In The Moonlight

Warning! Fluff, so much fluff. Brush your teeth after reading.

Wintershock. Bucky/Darcy @book-dragon-13 Hope it’s okay!

The blindfold was tight against her eyes and she frowned asshe tried to figure out where he was taking her. The seat-belt was snug and secure, and he heldher hands her lap, stopping her from lifting the blind fold.

“No peaking Darcy Elizabeth, I mean it.”

“We’ve been driving forever? Where the hell are we going?”

“If I told you Doll, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

Bucky’s voice is laced with amusement and he gives her handsa gentle squeeze. She clucks her tongue inirritation, but she’s actually pretty excited.

Dating Bucky Barnes, there was never a dull moment. They’d been together for six months now, shestill couldn’t believe she was lucky caught to have caught his interest. She wasso silly in love with hm she’d get in a car in the middle of the night and lethim blindfold her first.

When the car finally stops the sudden cut of the engine plungesthem into silence. From the lack ofsound, she knows they’re nowhere in the city. She hears the car door open and his boots hit gravel before the doorcloses.

Opening the passenger door for her, he helps her outcarefully.

“Okay, can I take it off now?” she whines as he wraps an arm around her waist, leading her carefullyover what feels like grass.

“Just be patient. Notlong now.” She can hear him smiling andcan’t help the smile that graces her own face in response. The air smells freshand cool, the scent of trees and grass heavy in the air.

“You remember we were talking about moving out of the city?” he asks, suddenly, lifting her up bridalstyle.

“Bucky? What is goingon?” Her belly is full ofbutterflies. What is he up to?

When he puts her down again her feet touch a wooden deck.

“Okay, are you ready?”

She nods at the question and feels him use careful fingersto untangle the knot at the back of her head, letting the blindfold slip free.

When she blinks the darkness away and looks around she holdsher breath. They’re high up, the lightsfrom the city, far in the distance, just a glow on the horizon really. She’s standing on a pretty wooden deck, there’sa table off to one side and chairs and a bottle of some face wine sheremembers they ordered on their first date, cools in a bucket.

She looks at him in question, unable to say a word.

“I think this is the first time since we met that you’vebeen lost for words.” He grins down ather, pulling her into his body.

“Bucky, what is all this?”

He turns her round and points to the area behind thedeck. There’s little stakes driven intothe ground and twine marking out a foundation and rooms.

“I bought the land a while back with the back pay from thegovernment. Got an architect to sort outthe plans. Break ground on it tomorrow. Thought maybe, if you wanted, this could beour place. Our home.”

Darcy is still lost for words when he suddenly drops to oneknee. She knows what’s coming, but itdoesn’t make it any less fantastical as he proposes to her.

Her heart beat rushing in her ears, headdizzy. He’s kneeling at her feet,looking up at her, nerves plain on his face and she stands there, mouth open,hand clamped over it. All she can do isnod frantically. His smile lights up hisface and she feels tears swimming in her eyes as he places the ring on her finger.

He stands and pulls her close as she wraps her arms aroundhis neck, seeking kisses and reassurance that all of this is real. He doesn’t disappoint, kissing her till she’sbreathless and a high tinkling laugh breaks it way out of her.

“I love you.” She finallymanages to whisper into his mouth between kisses.

“I love you too, Doll.”

They sit on the deck drinking wine and he pulls out theplans for the house. They drink and talkand bicker over rooms and spaces and she snuggles in his lap, content andsafe. It’ll be nice out here, among thetrees, away from the busy city and the constant noise. The moon is high overhead and she’s more thana little tipsy when he asks her to dance.

She falls into his hold easily, dancing barefoot on the deck,nothing but his voice singing softly in her ear. She feels at home already. Can picture their future in her minds eye. A housewith a deck and big garden, with enough room for a couple of kids and dog. She’s not missed that there’s five bedroomsin the plans, but she doesn’t bring it up, she doesn’t need to because shewouldn’t have it any other way. So shesnuggles close, head resting on his broad chest and closes her eyes as hekisses her hair. It’s not the life sheexpected before she met Bucky, or even before she met Jane, but it’s the oneshe wants, the one she needs. She knows itdeep in her bones that this is where she belongs, dancing in his arms in themoonlight, forever.

@the-ss-horniest-book-club

#wintershock #fluff #Bucky/Darcy #bucky barnes #darcy lewis #hbc drunk drabbles #drunk drabbles #dancing in the moonlight

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mrsorange · 3 years ago

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For college we have to write a different ending for the short story “ The luncheon” by William Somerset Maugham. It is an activuty to do in group, i got a little enthuasisctic and wrote more words than it was asked. So we have to change everything but i don’t want to lose what i have written so i’m gonna post it here:

Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the head waiter, with a smile on his face, came up to us bearing a large basket full of huge peaches. Peaches were not in season then. Lord knew what they cost. I knew too — a little later, for my guest, going on with her conversation, absent-mindedly took one. 'You see, you've filled your stomach with a lot of meat and you can't eat any more. But I've just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach.'"

Desperation filled me up. My hands sweated, and my legs trembled. The bill was even more and more expensive every minute. By that time, I already knew that I could not afford that fancy luncheon.

“Excuse me for a moment,” I said as I got up and went to the bathroom to think of possible solutions.

I opened the faucet and wet my face since I continued sweating as if I were in the middle of the Sahara desert. What was I going to do? I couldn’t ask her to pay the bill, it wouldn’t have been something a gentleman would do. Maybe, I could ask the manager to wash the dishes instead but an elegant restaurant like that wouldn't accept this kind of agreement; they would probably call the police.

“Think idiot, think” I was murmuring to myself when someone interrupted me.

“Is there any problem, Sir?” said an elegant man behind me.

“No - no, I’m fine,” I answered; but I wasn’t very convincing, because he stayed there waiting for the real answer. “Well, I tried to impress a girl … actually an admirer, you know I’m a writer; so I invited her here and I thought we would only have a luncheon, but she had ordered everything on the menu. Now I don't know how I'm going to pay the bill… I’m desperate.”

“Oh, don’t worry my friend, I will pay your bill,” he said kindly.

“Oh no Sir, I can’t accept. How am I going to pay you? ”

“I’do not mind heping a fellow colleague, you can show me your writtings and you can read the writing which i’m wornking on ” he squeezed my hand. “Francis Scott Fitgerald, nice to meet you.” My hand sweated, my legs trembled. The great Fitzgerald was in front of me, offering to pay my bill.

“Hi, I’m…” Suddenly the waiter opened the door and looked directly at me.

“Sir, the lady is waiting for you,” he said; but I knew he was checking that I hadn’t run away

“Don’t worry Antoine, I entertained him for a while, we were on our way” he answered.

After all, it turned out to be an incredible afternoon, we went back to the table and I intoduced Mr. Fitzgerlad to her, she wasso amazed that i was friend of someone so talented. Luckily she had another meeting and she couldn’t go with us to his appartment.

#one shot #f scott fitzgerald #the luncheon #william somerset maugham

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bang-me-bangtan-style · 8 years ago

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GROUP: bts

SERIES: bangtan smut series

MEMBER: jin

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

What happens when Jin your best friend has been a virgin all these years, it would be tragic if someone just- corrupted him.

Jin was your best friend who you did everything with it. He grew up with you- you guys went to school together. Sometimes it was difficult having a guy friend, especially a handsome one at that. Girls always claimed you were fucking him even when you had a boyfriend. You heard it through the years and you were sick of it.

At one point and time you grew apart because you had got a wild hair in your ass and started fucking everyone, Jin didn't like it. He always said he was going to wait until marriage before he started having sex and you used to say it to. But one day you woke up and started a fucking spree jin couldn’t take it anymore. It didn’t give you a good look.

You guys had had that falling out when you both were about 17 then a year later when you were eighteen you guys started to fall back together.

It's been 5 years later you guys had a strong relationship ship you even moved in together. You had a boyfriend who understood your boundaries with Jin. Plus he knew Jin was a virgin so he didn't trip he actually thought it was amazing that Jin was waiting for marriage. More so that he wouldn’t touch you.

But things change....

You and Jin have these sleep over where sometimes in the middle of the night one or the others slips in bed and cuddles up to the other person. It was raining and thundering so you needed comfort. You slipped into the bed with Jin, Jin stretching under the covers and then popping his head out to look at you.

"Ah wasso?"

You stared at him ,"Oppa I'm scared."

It thundered real loud and you felt your self jump into Jin. He laughed a little and keyed his head on top of yours he hands were around your waist and you felt protected. You both keyed there listening to the rain outside it coming down angry.

“Why aren't you dating anyone?” You didn't know why you asked -but you did, interrupting his private space because you were curious.

“I don't know- I..” he trailed off when he didn't say anything, "I what?” You said quietly.

“Nobody appeals to me.”

You listened to the sound of his breathing instead of replying. Letting the comment float through the air.

“Why are you asking all of a sudden?

"I don't know," you said nothing more.

You both stayed quiet for a few seconds before speaking. “Do you really love him?” He whispered

You paused, shifted jin arms, you never had to think about it. Did you? You've been dating this guy for six months now you were bound to feel something right? Your stomach turned just thinking about it because you knew the truth.

"I don't know?"you said as a question more than an answer.

"How is that possible," Jin said

"I don't know it just is-" you stopped trying to explain yourself. You were at a dead end.

Jin stayed silent -and the thunder boomed and you jumped. Jin grabbing you tighter," it's okay,"he whispered into your ear his forehead pressed up against the side of your face. You grabbed onto his shirt your head laying in the crook of his neck. And you guys just breathed each other in. Enjoying the silence except the storm outside.

The thunder dyed down along with some of the rain And you stayed there tightly in Jin's arms.

"What are you afraid of? You asked as it seemed like forever of silence.

"What do you mean?" He said curiously.

"having a girlfriend," you said hesitantly.

"I," he sighed."I'm scared that-"

"Tell me, malhae," you said sinking into him more. As if you guys couldn’t get close enough.

"I'm scared that someone is going to want to have sex with me and leave me when I say I'm waiting for marriage I don't want to fall for someone then they leave me I couldn't take it." He whispered sadly.

"Why do you want to wait....So bad?" You said not knowing if you should ask or not.

"I don't know- I guess I'm old fashioned- hell I hate it, I'm regretting it as times are changing day by day."

"It's going to be hard to find a girl who is willing to wait for sex as shallow as it sounds, it's true."

"Yeah I know," he said.

You looked up at him and he looked at you. And you just stayed like that.

"Do you even know how to kiss?"

"Yeah," he said his face heating up

"No- like kiss,kiss."

He looked in a different direction.

"It's okay you'll learn one day,"

He stayed silent before looking into your eyes. Tension became so evident and it started to get hot in the room. You became horny as the innocence in front of you needed to be corrupted. It would be a shame if someon- you leaned down and slowly kissed Jin's lips and broke away. You grabbed him and turned on your side to look at him. And you looked for his reaction but he didn't give you one.

"Sorry I don't know why I did that," you said closing his eyes.

He then grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you deeply Jin experiencing a sexual make out session. Talking tongue, saliva, hands in hair, touching and moaning. Kissing that could deathly lead to sex and go against his morals kissing. Jin grabbed your perfect body closer to him and moaned into you and it sent the sound down to your core it was obvious that Jin was going to be the death of you his innocence killing you softly.

You came down to his neck and he gasped and went for yours him pulling you on top of him he grabbed your ass and squeeze. You found his lips again and Jin seemed to take control now. You both were out of breath dry humping, touching, sucking, and licking. The room was filled with you and his sounds as the moans you delivers were muffled and cut short as you kept kissing and touching another. You let up and seen Jin look in panic as you took your nightgown off. You did it without thinking and instantly regretted it. You wanted so much from him all at once and you never asked how far he was willing to go.

Kissing was where Jin the line he never did anything past that. That was going against what he believed in. But he couldn't contain the hard on he had developed since he got to taste you and had his tongue down your throat. And as he stared up at your naked chest he didn’t know which way to turn. You were pleased when you felt how hard he was. You moved your hips against it and leaned down to kiss him at the same time. You had went this far into corrupting him why not keep going until he says no. All you wanted to do was pull your panties to the side and ride his cock.

But…

The breathing got heavier, the touching got more constant, the need got more persistent, and the want got more aggressive, and Jin wa the victim he was about to complete cross to the dark side.

He broke the kiss but continued to dry hump you on his own. Keeping the rhythm at a slowly pace.

"I want you," he whispered in your ear then kissing your neck. "Teach me how to fuck you." He growled as he couldn't contain the cock in his pajamas pants anymore it was rock hard and pulsing- swollen and angry from the lack of pleasure.

You stoped and looked at him," Jin I-"

"Please," he whined and moaned at the same time into your neck

"I thought-" you started but he cut you off.

"I know what I've said I know I just -it's you." He said

It's you?

"I want you I've realized that now I cant contain myself anymore no matter how hard I try, around you I have no morals anymore. I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time now ive been getting so hard and uncomfortable when I think about it- I need you I want you y/n,"

You felt his cock shift under you and you immediately kissed him positioning your self on top of him so you could pull him out. The touch of your hands on him made him quiver his untouched man hood pulsing and swollen with want.

And when he was out you rubbed him against the fabric of your underwear and he dug his nails into your waist.

It was so sexy already and it hadn't even began properly yet. Touching this beautiful handsome man before you was creating an ocean under his cock and the fabric over you pussy.

(a/n jin hasn’t had any sexual contact at all he doesn’t even masterbate.)

You moved your hips up and down on his bare cock teasing him he became aggressive kissing and biting your neck as he was anticipating his release he was hungry and deprived all these years of sex or anything really sexual, so he was a completely different person he was losing control and you fucking found it sexy, it was so sexy seeing him want you the way he did.

His heavy was breathing in your ear as you kept teasing him.

You lifted your body weight of him to pull your underwear to the side and grabbed him, him hissing in contact and you moved his swollen tip on the outer part of your pussy spreading the juices everywhere Jin moaned out at the sensation and you moaned a little as his cock started to tease you now.

God you love sex. It was just a craving of yours -it always had been

You slid the tip in and jin grabbed the small of your back as he kissed you moaning into your mouth again. You teased him some more as you pulled in and out of you ugh he moaned so sexually it was nice hearing something sexual come between those pretty innocent lips.

You let go of him and started to make out again dry jumping him with your bare pusssy on his bare cock. Your juices everywhere on him. It was so hot and heavy under the blankets and it made it that much more sexy. He had both hands tangled in your hair as he hungrily kissed you him losing all control he was dry humping you back now and you couldn't wait till he got to fuck you it would be amazing.

"Stop teasing me, don’t you think I've suffered enough," he breathed

You positioned your self moving your hips to move so his cock could properly stand up you hand your hands in his hair as well so you tried your best to sit on it when it was positioned. You slid down Jin moaning every way possible that all of Korea could hear him.

You started humping him and he tightened his grip in your hair more as his dick was being abusing losing its innocence with every hump. He started to lose control and started to fuck you himself. When he did a whole big sensation started building slowly but gradually and he had you screaming his name.

"God you look so sexy when my cocks in you." He was dirty talking you making you lose you mind.

This was what you wanted him all this time it was now dawning on you.

The face he was making was sexy as he stared at you, fucking your hole to the oblivion as he was biting his lip eyes knitting together as he pounded you with his thick large girth. The boy was blessed. To think he hasn't been using it in 24 years.

He started to slow down to enjoy it slowly getting every feel of you as he came in and out of you. he guided your head to his lips again and you moaned into the monster your created.

"I love you," he blurted.

"I love you more," you blurted out. He took the initiative to start pounding you again, causing you to scream out for him. He bite your neck kissing it after and you came all over his fat cock. You screaming "I love you," breathing it over and over again.

Jin came and he lost his shiteu. Pounding into you- trying to break you, to milk every last bit into you trying to feel every last part of an orgasm something he never experienced before and it was so sexy seeing him act like this nothings never turned you on so much

Jin calmed down the monster disappearing and he stairs up at you. You stared down at him kissed his lips and looked back up.

"You took it."

"Took what?" you laughed

"My innocence you corrupted me."

"Jin.."you laughed he was always so funny.

"Now what am I going to do I'm going to go to hell because of you." He joked.

"Jin oppa mian"

He laughed, "I'm glad it was you I love you I'm sorry I've been needing to tell you that for two years now." Your eyes lit up and you took your thumb and rubbed the bottom of lip of his sexy lips. He grabbed your hand that was rested on the side of his face him caressing his face into it more

"I love you so much" you said I never thought I was going to admit it because I didn't want to change our relationship but I'm glad this happened. I learned some new things,"

"Same. And the lesson learned today was just because you see something one way doesn't mean the next day you'll change your mind. Everything happens for a reason." He smiled.

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