#he do have animation for the creepy walk why not use that?????

[normalbirb]

posted this on my instagram story

(not implying its gaster btw)

[2tcs]

Day 3: reunions after a long time and rain

“Hay Bruce?” Duke asked as he walked out of the locker room. It was the end of his shift, thank god, so everyone was getting ready for the night shift.

“What's going on chum?”

“My cousin is coming to Gotham for a senior field trip thing next week to visit Gotham U and I was wondering if he and his friends can stay at the manor so they don’t have to pay for a hotel.”

“We’ll have to run a background check on them” “Already done!” Duke interrupted Bruce and jumped around him to get to the batcomputer to open up the files.

“Hmm. You really want your cousin to visit huh.” Bruce said as he scanned through the files.

“Ya. I haven’t seen him in ages and even though we text it’s not the same as an in-person visit. And Gotham isn’t safe for tourists so, manor.”

“Mhm, Duke?”

“Yes, Bruce?”

“Why are his and his friends' hometown labeled as unconfirmed?”

“Well, that may be one of the reasons I thought it would be a good idea for everyone to meet them? I know Tucker lives in Amity Park, Illinois. I’ve even visited him there when we were kids. But when I tried to look it up for the background check I couldn’t find it. It’s like it never existed. When I tried to ask him about it he kinda dodged my question and changed the subject. Like he was nervous about someone overhearing.”

“Alright. I’ll inform Tim about their hometown and see if he can find out what’s going on. Make sure you tell Alfried that we are having guests.”

“Thank you so much Bruce! I’ll go tell Alfried right now. Night!” Duke yelled as he ran to the elevator.

👻🦇👻🦇

“Tucker! Over here!” Duke yelled as Tucker and his friends got off the bus.

“Duke! It’s good to see you! How have you been?” Tucker said as he ran up to Duke and gave him a side hug while using his free hand to point. “This is Danny and Sam. Danny, Sam. This is my cousin Duke.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys. Tucker’s told me a lot about you two.” Duke said as he accepted handshakes from Sam then Danny.

“It’s nice to meet you too Duke. Hopefully, Tucker has told you only the worst of things about us.” Sam joked.

“Of course. Hay, did you really switch out all the frogs in your freshman biology class with robot frogs?”

“Don’t remind me. Those things were so creepy. They talked to you as you cut them open.” Danny said with a disgusted face.

“It was more humane than dissecting living animals.” Sam defended herself.

“Wait. The frogs were alive? Tucker! Why was your school using living frogs instead of cadaver frogs?” Duke asked in shock.

“I got no clue man. Anyways, do we need to call a cab to get to your place? Cause I’m not walking in this downpour.” Tucker said while looking around.

“Hold on right there Mr Foley. You all need to sign these forms so we can get ahold of you in case of an emergency.” Mr Lancer said as he walked up to the group with several papers. “And I would also like to speak to your guardian before my students leave so I know they are in safe hands.”

“Ahem. I’m afraid Master Wayne is occupied with work right now but I am his butler, Alfred Pennyworth and I am in charge of taking care of all the needs of the Wayne family and their guests. If need be here is the main phone number for the manor as well as the address. Is there anything else I can do to ensure you of your students’ safety?” Alfred said as he seemingly appeared out of thin air and handed Mr Lancer a business card with the aforementioned information written on the back.

“Thank you for this Mr Pennyworth. My name is Lenard Lancer. As the vice principal of Casper High School, I have a duty to the students of our school. So I will still need these three to fill out these forms before they leave.”

“Of course Mr Lancer. I fully understand. Now if you all would please finish with the paperwork, we can load into the car and get out of this dreadful weather.” Alfred said watching as Danny, Sam, and Tucker traded off on using each other's backs to fill out the forms and hand them back to Mr Lancer.

[sugarcreambiteskingdom]

May I have the five beasts x male reader who is one of them and has the power to create plants and such before his corruption he was always pressure by the witches and his advisors to be perfect always have a smile on his face make beautiful flowers and plants bloom always no matter what never allow to do what he truly wants to do force to be the perfect cookie with a perfect smile and until he snap and become a beast he use his plants to torment and terrified the one who always pressure him to be perfect and he say finally no longer have to be perfect I will go my own way I own nothing to those worthless cookies or the witches now they will all see what else can I do as he has huge creepy smile on his face as his laughts evilly as his plants attacks the cookies and earthbread and completely takes over even his appearance change to one he prefers he use a rose on his head then he becomes a beasts it has teeths and will turn into a huge rise monster by reader command headcanons please

Cream Oreo Cookie: This reminds me of a movie I once knew but I can't remember it :v

The First Ancient Cookie's:

Light Milk Cookie:

He was worried about you and was...upset with the witches and how they treat you

He doesn't appreciates the Witches pushing you to use your powers 24/7 just because you we're a powerful Ancient Cookie you still need rest

He would always makes excuses for you so the witches would let you rest

He will be there for you to comfort you if you ever needed it

Spice Cookie:

Seeing you tired and overwhelmed with work was enough to annoy The Herald Of Change from the Witches decisions to treat you like a lowly worker which never fails to BOIL his Jam

He would always so called "kidnap" you so the two of you can chat and relax in his temple

He makes sure you eat well and drink a lot and rested a lot by giving you a ton of food, drinks, blankets, pillows, stuff animals to cuddle with

Salt Cookie:

He disapproves with all of the Witches antics and how they use you

Your just a Cookie for The Witches sake! Just because you have a crunchy and hard dough doesn't mean you still can't break from exhaustion

He would also like Spice Cookie will "kidnap" you to get some rest

The two would go on for walks, or read a book under a tree or just enjoy the peacefulness of everything and relax

Plain Flour Cookie:

She has heard all of your wishes for peace and relaxation under a tree by a hill far away from your duties

She is always there to listen and give you advice

She also does not agree with the Witches Wishes of your time to give all of your energy and power of "Life" as they all say

If you ever need someone to cry your heart out she is here for you do not worry

Ephemeral Sugar Cookie:

Why would the witches force such a handsome Cookie like yourself to manual labor?

Okay maybe Manual Labor is a bit too much but it kind of looks that way from her eyes!

A Handsome and Magnificent Cookie like yourself should rest and have time for yourself to instead of letting yourself get over work like this!

She would always visit you and give you clouds to use as bed or pillows to rest on and relax alongside her!

She will wrap her wings around you as you sleep and at times hide you from the Witches so you can go and sleep for atleast 9 Hours or so

BEAST COOKIES:

Shadow Milk Cookie:

THIS, THIS IS THE REASON WHY IT WAS AN AMAZING IDEA TO LEAVE THE WITCHES BEHIND

This was there fault not yours...

If they weren't so pushy maybe this wouldn't have happened

But that's okay!

Now we can all have fun with our powers and use them for our OWN entertainment and not THE WITCHES

Burning Spice Cookie:

He was so glad that the two of you finally decided to leave those witches expectations and create your own fun

He would ask you to battle with him and spar just to see how strong you've gotten

He'll make sure to not burn your beautiful plants or work of art during those battles since he knows that you still love your plants and won't want for them to be burnt into dust even though you can always make some more

So basically he just uses his axe to cut through it

Silent Salt Cookie:

They had enough of the witches and how they treated you

So let's see what they think about the new you?

Causing chaos from left to right

You and Silent Salt Cookie we're an amazing team at the battle field

You would throw those wretched Cookie's up high to the skies as Silent Salt Cookie slice them off

Even though he doesn't talk now unlike the past

He would always bring you a head of a Cookie with it's head full of your favorite flowers in it to show his affection towards you

Mystic Flour Cookie:

The Witches always Take and Take and Take and Take

But now there's nothing to give and that's how Mystic Flour Cookie felt which is why she understands what you we're going through

Those greedy Cookie's wants there wishes to come through to the point they would crumble eachother

While the Witches never gave any care about you and how much work they weigh on you

So why not let them see how can one of the purest of Cookie can turn to the most bitterness ones

Eternal Sugar Cookie:

It wasn't fun or funny at all anymore seeing you all hurt and sad and stressed out from the witches

But seeing you now destroying those witches creations made her so damn happy for you

She even decided to join you in this masquerade of yours

She will never leave her little Cinnamon Roll behind to make all of this Cookie's Suffer!

She wants to have some fun too

Oh how she enjoyed it spending time with you with no Witches to interrupt your bond!

How Fun!

[thewitchblue]

We've heard about Damian's twin, but what about Tim's twin?

The duo shares a braincell. They can practically read each other's mind with scary accuracy.

"No, you can't summon a god for rock candy and a pack of the cigarette candies."

Tim told you before you even opened your mouth. You pouted,

"Where did they go? I understand why, but the ones I ordered online don't taste the same."

Tim snorted an amused laugh as you passed him the coffee you made perfectly for him. You made the coffee to sweeten the deal, but you were shot immediately down.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You asked Tim with raised eyebrows. He was snooping through Jason's life post-mortem despite Bruce's orders. He's been caught.

"Aren't you curious? A dead man walking is your speciality!"

You laughed while approaching him. You had a mischievous gleam in your eyes as you said,

"I never told you to stop."

"The Riddler wants us to separate because we'd be too powerful together."

Bruce chuckled on the other end of the comms. You were so snarky that it's unbelievable. You were trying to goad Riddler to keep Tim by your side.

"We would be stronger than gods."

Tim agreed in a deadpan tone. He immediately caught on to what you were trying to do. Unfortunately, he's probably correct about the god comment. The duo is one person. They fight as one, they think as one, they even talk as one at times.

"Damian can you double leave?"

Tim and you said at the same time with the same exact tone of voice as if they knew the other was going to say the exact same thing at the same time. The siblings were more than a little creeped it. You guys are eerily on the same page.

"How do you do that?"

Jason asked when it finally boiled over.

"Do what?"

You both asked. Both of you shifted your body at the same time to face him and crossed your arms at the exact same moment. Jason eyed the duo in faux disdain. He was hiding how much it unnerved him. Dick stepped in and cleared up the question,

"How are you perfectly in sync?"

Two sets of shoulders shrugged at the same time before the two turned back to their laptops. They were going over the same case because "two brains are better than one" (despite both of you sharing the same brain).

"We're twins."

You said offhandedly. You basically dismiss them in favour of Tim.

"The brother did it."

You said at the same time again.

The Batfamily was freaking out. Do you have psychic powers? The duo are the exact same person, like siamese cats.

"Okay, how do we break them out of this?"

Jason asked. He was stressed now. Dick sighed. His brotherly wisdom fails him.

"Jason, they are close. There is nothing we can do."

Damian agreed. He said,

"They grew up together. They are obviously going to be quite close."

Jason scoffed,

"There's a difference between being close and being the same person."

Dick hated to agree because they are his siblings, but he can admit it can be creepy at times. The twin grin, the in-sync winks during fights, the mirrored movements, everything was creepy. You even made a secret code using whistles, clicks, and snaps like various animals. Nobody can figure it out either. It was so well thought out, as the twins only had each other for company during those long nights locked in and forgotten by your parents.

"What are you talking about?"

They heard two voices say behind them. The stealth of which the twins appeared seemed to startle everyone despite being Batman trained.

"Where did you two come from?!"

The duo grinned and shrugged mysteriously. They said,

"Nowhere."

It was a scene out of the shining with the creepy twins in the hallway down to the intertwined hands. It appeared as if they were about to go somewhere if they hadn't been curious about the gathering.

"Why are you guys being weird?"

You both knew exactly why, but both of you wanted an official answer.

"You are creepy."

They whistled to each other before laughing. Evidently, Tim said something funny as you hit him with your hip. The duo smiled at each other while you lightly tugged his hand, and they ran off.

The only difference are their vigilante suits, and that's only because they don't want criminals to know they are twins. It does nothing to stop people from knowing, however. Their fighting style is mirrored so well, in fact, that that they can't be separated. They become slightly off-balanced when they are separated, despite their best efforts.

Bruce tried to separate them, but they always ran back to each other. There was nothing he could do but keep them together.

May the universe bless anybody who kidnaps only one of them because the other is out for blood once they find out. There was unbridled rage behind their every ruthless attack.

Criminals very quickly learned to not separate the two heroes. You and Tim would cause war crimes for each other without hesitation. They could swear the vigilantes become cryptids when one is gone. There will be nothing stopping you or Tim from reaching each other's side.

Maybe it's best if you leave the duo alone or you'll find that you can't escape the warpath.

[love-bitesx]

: ̗̀➛ PROTECTOR. hobie brown x reader

summary: spider-man makes a point of walking y/n home every night, but after befriending them as hobie brown as well, his feelings get complicated. words: 3.5k REQUESTS OPEN ! warnings: non-explicit sexual harassment (a man is very creepy to reader), reader isn't gendered! but be aware, author is female, so possible afab bias, i tried my hardest i swear. all characters are adults :) author is british so this is my interpretation of his silly little slang from what ive experienced hehe also divider credit: cafekitsune a/n: may feel a little ooc, but in my headcanon, when he's pining the way he is for reader, he's so soft. also, spider-man and hobie r completely different personalities u cant tell me otherwise. first time writing hobie so pls give me opinions ty. enjoy!!!!!

“is it home-time already, darlin’?”

there he was. the familiarity of routine washing over you, turning your head to see him propped up against the brick, spikes on display and guitar pick flipping in between his clothed fingers.

“spider-man, my hero,” you sighed and clutched your non-existent pearls, a smirk on your lips.

“you know i hate that,” kicking off from the wall of the pub you just clocked out of, he stuffed his hands into his patched up jacket, his bouncy stride meeting yours on the pavement.

“i know,” you smiled, allowing your bag to fall from your shoulders and into his outstretched hand, as always.

it had become a routine, over the course of a few months, that the one-and-only spider-man would escort you home from work in the late hours. at first, it didn’t seem real. why would he decide to spend valuable time most days walking you home, when he could be out fighting whatever darkness lurks in the shadows? you’ve asked him, almost every time, but he always gives the same, vague answer;

“who else is gonna keep you safe, love?”

his legs were longer than yours, by a mile. so he had to slow his usual pace for you. naturally bouncy, his booted feet tapped against the pavement like a kick drum, and you wondered whether that was the radioactive blood in his veins, or his natural energy.

laughter flittered through the dark streets as you caught up, it had only been a day since you last saw him, but being a crime-fighting, fascist-killing superhero, there was quite a lot to pack into a 24 hour day.

he bounced off the walls of passing buildings, recreating his fights with the air that hung between you both, throwing in some exaggerated punches here and there, to elicit an extra giggle or two from you. you almost got lost following his animated recreations, but he kept an eye out for the roads ahead. he’d memorised all the paths leading to your apartment.

it had all started a few months prior, after a particularly long shift at work. constantly over the span of a few hours, this guy would not leave you alone. no matter how many times you refused his advances, a smile on your face, masking the unsettling pit in your stomach at the sight of his grin. drink, after drink, after drink, he ordered just to stare at you the whole night, crude gestures and words thrown your way.

you’d gotten used to it, working at a pub in the depths of london, it wasn’t ever unusual to get unwanted advances. but something about this guy, you couldn’t shake it. ~

“what time do you finish, ay?” his accent was thick, you placed him somewhere up north.

“i’m not sure,” you muttered back, forcing a smile.

“oi, come on! ‘course you know what time you finish,” his words were slurred, and his eyes hadn’t left yours once, “was thinking we could ‘ave some drinks together, tha’s’all.”

“sorry, i can’t tonight, i have to be up early tomorrow,” you giggled, and if he wasn’t so drunk, he’d definitely have picked up on the nerves lacing your words.

“come on,” vowels drawn out, he made an attempt to stand up to meet your height, the proximity of him sending a shock of fear to your heart, until a strong hand clapped against his chest, the force almost sending him backwards.

“pack it in, dickhead, they said ‘no’,” a deep, almost calming voice spoke, contrasted completely with the stern, threatening tone of his words.

you looked to meet your protectors gaze, and it almost stunned you. he was tall, taller than you, for sure. dark, smooth skin with an aura of pure mayhem, silver piercings protruding from his face. adorned with a ripped, skin-tight plain top and denim vest, littered with badges, patches and just about any accessory known to man.

his eyes were what really held you. a heavy look, dark brown with the most unique feeling of strength and power that you’d ever seen. you could’ve easily gotten lost.

deciding you’d stared at him long enough, though, you broke the eye contact, diverting it back to the man who looked a humorous combination of terrified and offended at the same time.

“‘s alright mate, we were just talking, back off, yeah?” his liquid courage built up, ignorant of the taller man’s hand still pushing against his chest, ring-clad hands seeming to leave an imprint.

“think it’s time for you to leave, mate,” he spat back, mimicking his slang.

a moment of silence followed. you’d fully expected the drunken creep to swing a punch, or at least bite back, but under the weight of the taller man’s stare, he seemed to lose all fight he had in him. with a final murmer of something you couldn’t quite hear, and unsure you really wanted to, he stumbled backwards, slipping into the crowd.

“thank you,” you broke the silence, to which the man shrugged.

“he was a pig,” he brushed it off like nothing, and you couldn’t help but smile at his attitude. raising his newly free hand, he stretched it towards you, tight in a fist.

“hobie, hobie brown,” he greeted, and his accent completely erased the ‘h’ from his name.

“y/n l/n,” you smiled, accepting his offer and spudding him, the cold metal of his rings against your knuckles. you couldn’t help but grin at the oddity of his presence.

hobie kept you company for the rest of the night, ranting about his thoughts and opinions of various important subjects, ranging widely from drinks of choice to the existence of capitalist propaganda in modern media, all of which you hung onto every word of.

it wasn’t long until he’d managed to book him and his band into a few slots on the pub’s makeshift stage that stood empty on the other side of the room, smiling to himself at how authentically excited you seemed to hear his music.

when he left, his vacancy was immediately obvious. the booming pub feeling oddly silent without him.

after closing up for the night, you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder, switching the lights off with one hand and fiddling with the keys in the other, shaking the door to double check you locked it well enough. body aching from being on your feet all day, you yawned, stepping autopilot into the darkness. the night air was chilling, causing you to wrap your jacket tight around your body. cursing at yourself for not bringing another layer, or pre-ordering a taxi home.

“oi,” you heard from your right, turning quickly to the familiar call.

stumbling on the pavement, the drunken creep from earlier pointed towards you.

shit.

you hadn’t expected him to actually wait for you. it’d been hours since he left, he was insane. what was he thinking?

grabbing the keys from your pocket, you gripped them in your freezing hands in defense.

“where’s your little friend, huh?” he spat, clearly enraged by hobie’s interruption earlier. he stepped closer, and you stepped back, trembling as you tripped slightly on the pavement.

“ay, is this twat bothering you?” a voice called from above.

wait, above?

craning your neck up, you made eye contact with possibly the last person you expected.

“spider-man?”

and from that night, he’d met you every time. waiting outside the pub doors, no exception, to walk you home.

“hey!” spider-man’s upbeat calling snapped you instantly back to him, jumping slightly as you finally noticed he was directly in front of your face, white eyes narrowed on your demeanor, “where’d you go, huh?”

“sorry,” paying him an apologetic smile, “just thinking.”

“wanna clue me in, darlin’?” his tone was playful, but the soften of his masks expression felt genuine.

“just thinking about the day i’ve had,” you lied, unsure whether his spidey senses could tell. not that it was rare for you to think about how you met, but you didn’t want to bring it up again. if he could tell, he didn’t let on.

“whataboutit?” he sped up, slipping back to your pace and slinging his lanky arm over your shoulders, basically hanging onto you as you walked. he liked walking with you like this. it made him feel powerful, like he was keeping you extra safe.

“hobie’s band played again!” you exclaimed, and if he’d been paying attention, he would’ve seen the way your face lit up at the memory. unfortunately for him, his eyes were trained on webbing a chocolate bar from a passing vendor. god knows why it was still open, but he was glad it was.

“hobie, again, huh?” taunted spider-man, punching your arm playfully with the fist that gripped the newly stolen snickers bar, “starting to think you’re replacing me, love.”

“never,” you teased back, elbowing his side, hearing the jingle of his badged vest, “hobie’s just…”

ears pricking, he clung onto the words you were speaking, anticipating possibly hearing something he didn’t want to.

“he’s just so cool,” you breathed with a smile, and he almost verbally sighed in relief, stopping himself in order not to rouse suspicion. he smirked under his mask, “just got this feel about him, so easy to talk to, and he’s so talented! you know, i’ve almost learnt all the lyrics to his songs.”

his heart just about exploded. in fact, he thinks he could pinpoint the exact moment it did.

he played off his burning cheeks, clearing his throat and incredibly glad his mask hid his flustered expression.

“you should come see him, you know,” you looked up at him, and though you knew his answer was ‘no’, it was worth a try, “i can hide you in the back if you don’t wanna be seen.”

“come off it, love,” he dismissed, avoiding your gaze, but his back was tingling like pins and needles under the warmth of it, “i’m not keen to meet the man stealing you from me.”

“fuck sake,” you laughed and pushed his arm off you, brushing off his playful flirting.

his confidence was excelling. the friendship you had formed over the prior months had stemmed from his childish charm, and it hadn’t faltered once.

“well, here i am,” you brought your pace to a halt, hovering in front of the door to your apartment building.

“i’ll miss you tonight,” he fell against the wall, eyes stuck on you. you couldn’t see it, but you could feel his smirk.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, i finish at 11,” you stepped towards him.

“i’ll be waiting,” he kicked off from the bricks, raising his hand to ruffle your hair, much to your protest, before practically disappearing in front of your eyes.

you were left grinning to yourself, much like every night.

“what’s up, bruv?” hobie’s friend elbowed him harshly in the ribs, causing him to rip his eyes from you.

“nothing,” he huffed, but by the lack of sustenance and playfulness in his reply, his friend was less than satisfied. hobie was a carefree, reckless guy with a constant spurt of irony, and seeing him with a sullen expression and no bite back, was worrying.

“come off it, hobie,” another one piped up, sitting across from him with an empty pint in one hand and cigarette in the other, pointing the latter in his face. he huffed, “you’ve been slumping for like 3 months now, and you’ve only been writing sappy love songs.”

the table snickered, and even hobie’s lips curled into a smirk. his friend was right, he wasn’t even nearly like his usual self. he blames you for that.

“who is it then, huh?” his friend pushed, cigarette still hanging in front of hobie’s face, ash crumbling off the end, “has our ol’ hobie brown got himself a partner?”

“oi, you know i hate labels,” he smirked again, knowing he was lying. not that he didn’t usually hate them, but he couldn’t avoid the fact that every time you made your way to the front of his mind, he was urged to call you his. his partner. his person. his love. just his.

he always did hate consistency, anyway.

“another round, guys?” your voice ripped him from his thoughts, your scent somehow drifting above the sticky smell of beer and cigarettes, he pinned that down to his spider abilities, but he’d be a fool to ignore that he had simply just memorised the aroma.

“please, darlin’,” hobie’s friends chirped up, grinning at you thankfully. he cursed the burning feeling in his chest.

“i could do you guys a deal,” you smirked playfully, and he looked up to meet your eyes. you looked beautiful tonight, like usual. he was fucked.

“if you lot give us a song, it’ll be on the house,” you smiled hopefully, taking note of their usual orders just incase they agree.

“sounds like a plan,” hobie reached his hand out to you, open for a handshake, to which you took. soft hands falling into his calloused ones, he couldn’t help but notice how nice it felt.

turning away, you left to get their usual set up sorted, feeling him still watching you, to which you threw him a smile over your shoulder.

it wasn’t unusual at all. his eyes would always find you. at the table with his mates, his gaze would swim through the crowd to yours. even on stage, lost in the moment with himself and his guitar, it was you he always found his eyes trailing back to. it wasn’t like the other men in the bar, it wasn’t predatory desire or lust, but it was warm. it was safe.

he had three options, really; confess himself to you as hobie brown, coming clean about the way he felt about you, the warmth in his heart that spread across his spine whenever you smiled at him, eventually having to come clean about his alter-ego. he could confess as spider-man, to which he’d have to come clean about his actual identity. or option three. stay silent and suffer in his own pity. bite his lip and pretend his heart wasn’t yearning for you.

but, he prided himself in being able to speak his mind without hesitation. confident in his word, suffocated in his silence. he would always say: if he ever bit his tongue, to kill him there and then. well, here he is; begging for mercy at the barrel, his tongue bleeding from keeping his heart locked in his chest.

he was fucked. well and truly.

“anything special happen today?” spider-man nudged you, taking a worried note of your unusual quietness recently. it was the same night, he’d picked you up like normal, and hopped along beside you.

“the band played again,” a swelling smile bloomed on your lips, “other than that, not really.”

your voice was hollow tonight. easily mistakable with your naturally soft tone, but to his trained ears, it didn’t feel right.

stopping immediately in his path, his bouncy steps ceasing, you quickly copied him. confusion slipping behind your eyes.

“what’s up?” you questioned.

“you know you wanna tell me,” he stepped around you, arms falling over your shoulders from behind, heavy with his full weight. something about the mask, it gave him a confidence with you that he’d quenched as hobie.

you sighed and rested your head back against his chest, taking him by surprise. there was something intimate about the way your eyes were closed, body resting against him. your brain was hectic, he didn’t need his spidey senses to see that.

“there’s just…” you spoke, eyelids feeling heavy as you opened them, looking up to see him. head split in two, you were unsure if you even wanted to say it out loud, “there’s this guy.”

it was almost cruel how fast his heart dropped, plummeting like a boulder into the pit of his stomach. body stiffening, his head was spinning so fast he didn’t even have the conscience to mask it.

“i just can’t get him out of my head, it’s so stupid,” if your wistful look wasn’t answer enough, the outpour of dissonance he could feel from your body told him it was serious.

“not another fella tryna steal you from me,” he chuckled, but his voice was weak, vulnerable. you hadn’t heard it like that before.

untangling yourself from his weighted grip, you leant against the wall of the building you were stood in front of, staring up into the night sky. there was something so embarrassing about admitting a silly little crush.

“not another one, technically,” you spoke softly, a hint of a smile tickling your lips at the thought of him, he stepped closer, “i’ve already told you about him.”

and he stopped dead in his tracks. mind racing a million miles an hour, picking apart every word you said. was he stupid? was he reaching? seeing something that wasn’t there? he was the only one you’d spoken about, but surely not, right?

shifting closer again, his body begun to feel the heat radiating off you, barely an inch between you both. he towered you, as always, the spikes on his jacket and mask hitting the streetlights perfectly, giving him an orange glow. you bought yourself to look at him, and though you couldn’t see the eyes beneath, you felt his gaze.

insufferably close, closer than you’ve ever been, you could feel your heart in your chest. a tension that you hadn’t quite felt before, bubbling in the air between you.

“say his name, love,” his voice was low, lower than normal, and a twinge of familiarity hit your chest hearing the deeper tone, one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. chills dripped down your spine at the new found feeling.

gulping, you could feel his name in your throat, struggling it’s way out.

“hobie.” your voice was barely above a whisper, but considering he almost had you pressed against the brick, he heard every syllable. and god, did it sound good.

“again?” he croaked, just wanting to confirm, needing to hear it again, needing to hear you say it, relish in every beat.

“hobie,” you repeated, louder this time, more conviction in your chest, “i like him, like a lot.”

he went silent. dead silent, barely moving. heat radiated from him, and you could’ve sworn in the vacancy of sound that you could hear his heart pounding against his chest. reaching up, your hand trembling slightly, you placed it there. on his chest, feeling the material of his suit, the humanity of his heartbeat. he melted into it.

“are you o—“

“i need to tell you something.” he interrupted you.

it was your turn to be silent, eyes heavy with intrigue, begging him to continue.

without a word, his ring-clad hand ghosted your skin, drifting past the air between you and to the base of his mask, sliding along his neckline for the seam, and dragging it up over his face, revealing the man within.

your heart stopped, a thousand things flashing through your head, through your heart, surging in your bloodstream. you didn’t even know what to say, what to think, how to comprehend it.

“hobie?” your voice was small again, shrunk beneath the look in his eyes, the desire.

embarrassment waved through you for a moment, a sudden panic of the earlier confession, your chest pounding at the possible rejection.

he didn’t even leave the thoughts enough time to fester, however, because his hand that was holding his mask was suddenly flush against your jaw, the material falling softly onto your neck. thumb trailing the comfort of your cheek, revelling in the feel of your skin, warm against his hands, he leaned forward.

his lips were on yours, without a word. gentle, but rough. the tension escaping through the feeling of him pressed into you, desire leaping out of every shared breath. his other hand fell to your waist, and yours stayed firm on his chest, bunching the fabric in your hand to bring him closer. he obliged, of course, and the kiss deepened. his head spun.

pulling away for breath, you kept your eyes on his lips, disbelief swimming around your brain, colliding with the need to kiss him again.

“y/n,” his hand brought your eyeline to his, “i like you, too.”

you couldn’t help but smile, relief washing your body out.

“like, a lot.”

he kissed you again. and again.

a/n: hope u enjoyed!! pls let me kno if ur did, this is my first time writing for him <3 thanku!!!

[virgoisqueen11]

Welcome to my silly little Martin fanfic 🖤 I keep watching the new Fontaines DC music video, like I’m OBSESSED with it. I’ll definitely be writing more Martin fanfics soon ✨

There is smut in this fanfic, so have fun with that 🌚

Enjoy!

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It was a quiet evening in the town you lived in. This place was practically a ghost town because no one ever visited, especially at this time of year when the weather was frigid and ice cold. Due to it being so quiet, you knew you were never in real danger when going on nightly strolls, so you tended to do so whenever you got the chance. Who doesn't like a peaceful nighttime walk? The scenery was always so beautiful with the moon's luminous rays illuminating your skin, the wet pavement shining from the reflection of street lamps, and the occasional hoot of an owl. You certainly loved the night.

You used to be scared that there would be drugged weirdos trying to lunge at you from dark alleyways when you first moved into town, but you were thankfully proven wrong. While you had neighbors and saw commoners around the block, it was usually just the same people you saw on a daily. Nothing new. The only interesting living creatures that inhabited your town were the stray cats that keep populating for God knows why. You smiled as you bumped into one by the sidewalk. A black cat with short fur and glowing green eyes in the night's dim light.

"Hey, you." You reached your hand to pet the cat. Stray cats usually jump at the sight of a stranger, but not this one. He typically greeted you whenever you reached your hand out, head bonking it to show affection.

After saying hello to your feline friend, you continued your walk. You huffed some air into your palms as you walked, as your fingers started to feel like they were going numb and were about the fall off. Your walks are usually longer, but thanks to the cold and uninviting weather, you decided to cut it short.

As you made your way back, you couldn't help but feel there was something besides that cat that was watching you. You usually felt so unbothered on your walks, but this time was different, much different. You kept your head on a swivel the entire time you walked back to your apartment. Something did not feel right.

You practically paced back to your place. You did not want to be out here alone for another minute. Especially not after hearing a noise in the distance....

"I hope to God that's an animal...." You heard crackling twigs and leaves behind you, your hair was standing up in goosebumps. You did not feel safe tonight.

After a few more turns, you finally made it back to your tiny, one-story apartment. The apartment complex you lived at had other apartments close by, it was practically a cookie-cutter neighborhood, only less cryptic and creepy.

As you unlocked your front door, you stepped in and turned around to lock the door again. As your attention was on the lock, you felt a hand suddenly cover your mouth, causing you to gasp as your eyes widen. Your heart was palpitating. Someone broke in your apartment....

You were terrified for your life, afraid that this may actually be it and you will leave this earth thanks to a psychopath who broke into your home. You were like a frightened mouse. That is, until you heard the figure speak.

"Why so tense? That's not a nice way to greet a friend." The soft-spoken English accent... the smirk in those words, the way they rolled off the tongue so smoothly without any effort. You know exactly who this is.

"Martin?!" You exclaimed after removing his hand from your mouth and turning around to look at him. "How the hell did you get in here?!"

"You left your back door unlocked." He pointed behind him with his thumb. "Why are you so scared? Aren't you happy to see me, hm?"

You slapped his arm, causing him to chuckle. "I would've been happier to see you if I didn't nearly shit my pants! Who greets someone by breaking into their home!"

"Me, that's who." Martin smiled at your flustered expression. He's the same way you've always remembered him to be. Long, shaggy, greasy, black hair that goes down to his shoulders, scars and bruises on his face from all the trouble he gets into, and the fashion of a typical European on drugs, only he didn't do drugs.... Not that you knew of.

You looked up at him as he stood there. It had been years since you've last seen Martin, you forgot just how tall he was... and apparently how sculpted. Does he lift, you couldn't help but wonder.

"Are you checking me out?" Martin chuckled as he watched your eyes examine him.

"No.... Just examining you.... You haven't changed a bit, Martin." Your expression softened and you walked closer to him, placing a hand on his arm and rubbing it through the leather material of his jacket.

"Neither have you, little plum." You rolled your eyes at the nickname. Little plum. The nickname he had given you years ago when you first met.

"You still remember that nickname?"

"How could I forget! I'll always remember your reaction when you tried a bite out of that unripe plum." Martin laughed playfully. Just like you always remembered, he loves to tease. He may be a quiet man overall, but he does have a playful side.

"It was a traumatizing experience." Martin laughed even harder at your sarcastic comment.

"If trying an unripe plum gave you trauma, then you wouldn't last a minute in my shoes."

"I would never wear those." You just kept making him laugh. You smiled as you saw him crack up, it was never easy to make this man giggle. You, however.... You always had a different effect on him that not many others did.

"You're just as funny as I remember, little plum." Martin smiled fondly as he looked down at you. Your hands were on his arms, his hands were on your arms as well, and the moment was quiet as you just looked at each other. Then, after a beat, you both embraced each other tightly. This was the first real hug either one of you had received in a very, very long time.

"I missed you...." You whispered as you hugged Martin tight. Your face was buried in his chest.

"I missed you too...." He rested his cheek against the top of your head as you stood by the front door in each other's embrace. This felt right....

As you had your face pressed against his chest, you started to remember the comforting way he smelled. The musk, the strong scent of cigarette smoke that others found repulsive but you found incredibly attractive and soothing, and the familiarity.... You took a deep breath of his scent and sighed.

"You sniffing me?" Martin teased with a chuckle. "Good. I missed when you would do that." He kissed the top of your head, making you blush.

You didn't want to cut this sweet moment short, but you also wanted to understand why Martin, a past best friend and lover, a man you haven't seen in years, would suddenly visit you at this hour. You reluctantly pulled away and softly questioned him.

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

Martin's smile never faded. He knew you'd ask, he was waiting for you to. "I was in the area.... I found a place here in the neighborhood. I'm moving in." You felt your heart pounding even harder.

"W-what? You're moving in? In this neighborhood?"

He smiled and chuckled at your confusion. You were so cute to him. "Yes, this neighborhood." He interlocked his fingers with yours. "I have the expenses to live here... and in truth, I missed you so much, it was starting to hurt, so now I'm here."

"So you rented a place in my neighborhood because you missed me and then followed me home like a psychotic and obsessive boyfriend?"

"Yeah, pretty much." He nodded like it was nothing. The way he was so unbothered by your question and answered it as if you only had asked him what his favorite color was made you laugh. His nonchalance will always be humorous.

"You're funny." You sighed and shook your head. "So that was you that I heard in the bushes?"

"You heard me? My stealth wasn't as successful as I had hoped, then." He sounded almost disappointed that you heard him. "But yeah, that was me. Why? Did I scare you?" He wiggled his eyebrows, hoping your answer would be the one he wanted.

"Of course you did, I thought someone was going to kill me!" You looked at him with an incredulous expression. Of course he scared you, he's asking an obvious question.

Martin chuckled softly and rubbed your arms, almost like he was apologizing. "I wasn't going to kill you, no. You're too cute for that." He smiled then booped your nose gently.

"Well, other than saying hello, what other reasons did you have for coming here?"

Your question softened Martin's expression. He looked at you with the gentlest eyes that made your heart flutter. He took your small hand into his and squeezed it softly. "Like I said.... I missed you, love." He placed a loving kiss on the back of your hand, making you blush.

"I missed you too.... More than you could even imagine...." You were spacing out as you thought about all the lonely nights you had spent without him. It had been six years, six painful years of not seeing Martin. Your relationship was just flourishing, freshly potted in fact, and then came your call from the university you applied to way before you even thought you and Martin would ever become a thing. Hell, you didn't even know you'd have a man like Martin to call your own, you always thought you'd end up alone. He proved you wrong all those years ago but unfortunately, you had to cut things short.

You could've stayed with Martin and ditch college, that's what you told him, but of course, Martin isn't that selfish. He had advised you to stay on your path, to keep taking your education seriously, and of course that goth speaks to you like others don't, so you listened and went to college.

You were sixteen when you applied for that university. You wanted to file your applications early so you wouldn't have to deal with the stress in your senior years. You really thought all you had going for you was that university, then Martin came along....

You were sixteen and sophisticated, he was seventeen and wild with a terrible smoking habit that he still has. You two were opposites in ways, but also the exact same in others. The thing that brought you most together, however, was your bond over books, music, and art. He loves gothic romance, you love gothic romance. He loves alternative and death metal, and so did you, despite having a love for the soft pop that Martin only ever cared for because you liked it. He loved sketching and painting, you loved being his muse and canvas. There was just a lot that made your relationship harmonious. Martin felt like your other half, so leaving him all those years ago to go to college felt like an absolute torture method.

But now he's back. He's back to fill that void you thought would stay there until you died. It's been so long, you actually thought Martin forgot about you. You had assumed he found another girl, assumed he moved on. The thought of him kissing and holding other girls quite literally made you want to throw up, even now. You still can't help but wonder....

"Why did you never call me? Or text? Anything to keep in touch?" Martin understood your worry and responded with something that nearly made you bark with laughter.

"My phone exploded." Exploded? What the hell does he mean EXPLODED?

"Did you say exploded?" You were holding back the laughter. "How the fuck does your phone explode?"

Martin wasn't embarrassed to answer. Nothing ever embarrasses him when he's with you. "I honestly have no fucking idea. I think I was drunk when it happened. I was hanging out with street mates the night before, then the next morning when I woke up, I checked my phone and it started smoking until it eventually blew up. I think it was the battery."

"That's gonna happen to you too if you keep smoking those cigarettes." You smiled a little as you took the jab at him, then Martin rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead.

"Shut up, my lungs are healthy." Martin spoke in a sarcastic annoyed tone as he rubbed your forehead, the same spot he flicked.

"I know, I know. I'm just teasing." You chuckled and smiled fondly as he rubbed your forehead. "But back to the topic, sure your phone broke, but why didn't you get a new one?"

Martin shrugged. "I have no use for that shit, plus the phone bill is ridiculous. I saved up money and it's a good thing I did." He held your hand again. "Now we're close again."

Your heart skipped several beats. "So that's why you didn't ever reach out.... I thought you forgot I existed."

Your words were enough to nearly knock Martin over. "What?! Me? Forget you?! Sweetheart, that's physically impossible. I thought about you every single day after you left. You were in my mind so much, that when I'd be speaking casually, I'd accidentally say your fucking name. I never forgot about you. Forgetting your existence is a foreign concept to me."

His words had your cheeks heating up. Your pupils began to dilate the longer you looked at him. The spark you felt when you first dated Martin was definitely still there. In fact, that spark just might be maturing into a strong flame.

"Really...?" You did not know what to say.

"Yes, really." Martin smiled and cupped your face in his hands. His smile then turned into a smirk. "Why don't I show you how much I missed you?"

You raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean-" Before you had the chance to say anything else, he suddenly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, making you squeal. "Ah! Martin!"

He chuckled mischievously as he brought you down the hall where he assumed your bedroom was located. When he found your room, he kicked the door open then threw you on the bed, making you gasp.

"Okay, no need to be so aggressive!" Martin only chuckled at that as he went to close the door and lock it.

"Oh, you're fine. The bed is soft so I can get as rough as I want." He then approached you and gently pushed you down so he could straddle you. You felt like prey from this position.

Martin leaned his head down so you two would be face to face. You could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath, your heart jolting at the memories it brought you. Without warning, he captured your lips with his own and kissed you deeply. He pressed his tongue against your lip, demanding entrance and when you gave it to him, he deepened the kiss. His tongue danced with yours, eliciting a soft moan from you. The kiss was so hungry, so lustful. It was causing heat to rush in places you needed him most.

The kiss was nice, but you suddenly pulled away, causing Martin to frown. "W-what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Martin's concern for your wellbeing speaks volumes. Despite being in a passionate and intense mood, he still finds it pivotal to make sure you're okay.

"N-no, no I'm not uncomfortable. It's just...." You hesitated for a minute.

Martin was still straddling you, but his touch was more gentle and soft. He caressed your cheek. "It's just what?"

"Do you really want to continue this? It's been six years, Martin.... Do we really want to rush into intimacy?" You guys just stared at each other for a moment. It was silent, almost uncomfortably so, and then suddenly, you both broke down in laughter. You weren't being serious, he knows you aren't. You may have separated, but neither one of you found a different lover. You both waited for this moment for so long, that waiting again would be torture for no reason.

"Shut your ass up and let me kiss you, whore." Martin said playfully, making you chuckle as you let him kiss you again. This time his kiss was soft and sweet, but still had the passion. He began to kiss your neck and leave hickeys that made you sigh and moan. He bit your collarbone roughly, eliciting a whimper from your soft lips.

Martin growled softly as he continued to kiss your neck roughly. He then began to slowly remove your clothing, starting with the jeans he wanted off of you the moment he saw your beautiful face again. He then slowly removed your shirt, his dick getting harder at the sight of you in nothing but your bra and panties. He was about to lose his damn mind.

"So beautiful." He whispered as he kissed your chest. "So fucking beautiful." He cupped your covered breast, tracing the laced fabric of your bra with a hungry smile.

Martin is an observant man. A very, very observant man. Around your room you had blankets and pictures crocheted, all of which you did yourself. It's your hobby, one he knew you had since early high school. He had a wicked glint in his eye. You know that means he has an idea.

"What?"

Martin smirked as he looked down at you. "Do you have spare yarn?"

"I-... why?" The question caught you off guard.

Martin placed a finger to your lips. "Shh, just answer. Do you?"

Your heart was about to explode when he pressed his fingers to your lips. "Yes... yes, I do...."

"Perfect." Martin smiled. "Where is it?" When you pointed to a drawer with all of your crochet equipment, he rolled off of you to fetch them.

"Take the rest of your clothes off, baby." He was going through the drawer of yarn, looking for the right color. He went for black.

You did as he said and removed the rest of your clothes. Now you're naked and he's still fully clothed. The vulnerability was making you feel... well, naked.

He saw that you were feeling a little self-conscious and while he doesn't want you to feel bad about yourself, he found your vulnerability to be arousing. You're like a cute little bird. "Good girl. Relax, okay? I'm going to try something."

He took a very, very long string of yarn then snipped it off with your fabric scissors. He then approached you with the yarn and began to tie it around your body, making you gasp.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Shh. Trust me, okay? This will feel good for the both of us." He kissed your forehead gently to reassure you as he continued to tie the yarn. He wrapped it around your waist, your ass, your thighs, and even your breasts. It was like makeshift lingerie.

After he was done with his work, he hummed in approval, then went to grab even more yarn. He grabbed thicker pieces, snipped it off with the scissors, then approached you again.

"Give me your wrists." You did as he said, then he suddenly began to tie your wrists together with the yarn. He tied it tight, making sure you couldn't move if you tried.

"Can you move your wrists?" When you shook your head, he smiled and chuckled. "Good. Now we can have fun." He then removed his clothes until he was in nothing but his briefs. His erection was so huge, you couldn't help but turn a shade of red.

"Like what you see?" He teased, then with a slow, tantalizing motion, he pulled them down, revealing his hardened cock. Your breath hitched. You've seen it before, of course you have, but you forgot about something crucial.... He's a grower. When he's hard, that thing is practically a monster. You couldn't walk for three days last time.

He noticed your worry and chuckled as he crawled over your body. He played with a string of the yarn he had tied around your body, then cupped your breast, rubbing your soft nipple with his thumb just so he can hear you moan.

"Mmm, that's right. Sing for me, my pretty bird." He whispered in your ear as he continued to play with your nipples. He then leaned his head down to take your hardened nipple into his mouth and he began sucking, making you moan and whimper. He swirled his tongue around the nipple as his other hand fondled your free breast.

As he worked on your breasts, he pushed your legs apart and suddenly plunged two fingers into your entrance, causing you to scream out. "Martin!"

He chuckled and smirked, then removed his slick fingers to lick them clean. "You're already so wet for me. You want me to fuck you hard, hm? Want me to make you take every inch of my cock like a little whore?" You whimpered as a response, then he plunged his fingers back into you, pumping them in and out just to hear you cry out in pleasure.

As he plunged deep into your warmth, he began to rub your clit with his thumb, adding pressure just to see you squirm. "That's right. That's my whore. Sing for me, baby."

You kept whimpering and begging for more, then suddenly, you came. Martin growled at the sight, he wasn't giving you permission to do that yet. He wasn't actually mad, though. Of course he wasn't. He was, however, more aroused.

"Oh, you naughty slut. I didn't say you could do that yet, did I?" He suddenly wrapped his hand around your throat, making you gasp. His grip tightened slightly. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to show you he could show you pain if he wanted to. He wasn't choking you. Not yet, anyway.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" You whimpered as he added more pressure to your throat. He chuckled darkly.

"Say that again, you dirty bitch." He spat on you, causing you to whimper again. You felt humiliated, but you also felt so turned on. You're practically dripping.

"I-I'm sorry!" You whimpered breathlessly as you trembled with anticipation.

"Not yet you aren't. But I'll make you sorry in a moment, whore." He tightened his grip, just enough to make you hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

He then plunged three fingers into you, roughly pumping in and out of you at such a fast pace, you were starting to see stars. Once again, you came without him giving you permission to do so.

"Again? Oh, you dirty slut." He tightened his grip on your neck, choking you and making you gasp. It wasn't until he saw that your face was actually turning slightly purple where he let go, letting you breathe again.

You gasped for air, the dizziness still strong as you took in oxygen again. Martin smirked at the sight of you so out of breath. He wanted to bring you all the pain and pleasure he could tonight.

He let you catch your breath for only a moment. It wasn't long until he pinned you down even harder and placed his hand back on your throat. "Open your legs, whore." He spat on you again, making you recoil a bit as you spread your legs.

He growled at the sight of you spread out so perfectly for him. He gently caressed your thigh, his fingertips leaving fire in its wake. "You're going to take every single inch of me, whore. Do you understand?" When you nodded and whimpered, he growled again then plunged deep into you, causing you to scream out his name.

"Martin!" You moaned loudly. You'd clutch the sheets as he fucks you, but you don't have your hands at the moment. You have no choice but to take this like a trooper.

"That's right. Scream for me, baby." His movements weren't soft, nor were they gentle. He was plunging into you like a feral beast, keeping his hand wrapped around your neck as he did so.

You screamed for more, tears streaming down your face as he fucked you hard and raw. When he heard you beg for more, he suddenly slapped you, causing you to scream out. "Shut it, whore. I'll give you more when I want to." Which wasn't long. He instantly plunged deeper, going all the way inside until you practically felt your cervix bruising up.

You felt like you were going to come again. You were clenching around his thick cock, which he noticed. He growled and slapped you again, this time harder. "Not yet, whore. Be a good girl for me. No coming unless I say so."

You nodded, but that wasn't fair. He's pumping into you so hard and fast, how are you supposed to not come? Still, you would try your best. He saw this effort and chuckled.

"That's right. You wait for me. Fuck.... You're so tight and warm, baby." He slowed down just a bit just so he can feel your warmth around his cock. You whimpered softly and desperately. The sensations were driving you insane. The pain and pleasure of taking every inch of his cock inside of you, the stinging sensation he left on your cheek when he slapped you, the bruises forming on your neck as he choked you, not to mention the way the thin layers of that yarn was staring to cut you up a bit. It was all so much.

Too much, in fact. You were so close to stopping him because your limits were truly being violated, but you held on for him. You didn't have to wait too long, though. After a moment, you heard him growl again and his movements got faster.

"Fuck!" He suddenly went painfully fast, then, with a moan, you felt his warm seed shoot inside of you. He was breathing heavily, his grip on your throat loose enough so you could breathe freely again.

After he caught his breath, he slowly pulled out of you then collapsed on the bed beside your aching body. He seemed to recover quickly, as did you, only you're starting to now feel the pain that your pleasure was hiding.

He noticed the slight discomfort on your face as you laid there and caught your breath. Your cheek was red and raw from where he slapped you and your bruised in several places, as well as a few cuts from the yarn.

"Oh... hold on, let me get this off of you." He gently unraveled the strings of yarn that he tightly tied around your body. He freed your body, leaving angry red marks behind. He then gently freed your wrists as well, you sighing in relief as he did so. You lost all feeling in your hands.

"There we go... better?" Martin asked as he freed your body. When you nodded slowly, Martin smiled and caressed your arm. "Good."

He laid down beside you then pulled you in his arms. His touch was much more soothing and gentle this time. A complete contrast to how he had been touching you before.

"You did such a good job, you know that? You took every inch of me without complaining. I'm proud of you. You're such a good girl." He kissed your head softly, then your cheek where had slapped you. He turned your head to the side so he could look at the marks he left on your body. The sight was almost enough to make him take you for a round two, but he didn't want to overdo it and actually hurt you.

"Oh, baby.... Do these hurt?" He gently caressed a few bruises he had left on your neck from when he choked you.

"A little.... They're throbbing...." Martin smiled softly when you said that.

"Good... means I did a good job." He chuckled then gently, very, very gently, kissed the bruises on your neck. He kissed your cheek too, as that seemed to be the worst of the marks. "That... may leave a bruise too.... Jesus, how hard did I slap you?" He didn't intend to leave a mark this angry. He must've forgotten his own strength.

"Does this hurt too?" You couldn't verbally respond, so you nodded. Now everything is catching up to you. You feel vulnerable and small.

"Oh, baby...." He spoke softly and pulled you back into his arms. He kissed the top of your head as he cuddled you, doing everything he can in the aftercare to make sure you feel comfortable and safe again.

He gently ran his fingers over your arm as he did what he could to comfort you. When he noticed you were awake but weren't saying anything, he became a bit worried. "Are you okay?"

You nodded. That's it, that's the only response you could give. Your pain tolerance is high, but right now you're vulnerable, so your pain feels stronger than it normally would. He saw your eyes get a bit misty, his own eyes going wide.

"L-love? Are you sure you're okay?" He tilted your head up so he could look at you. You were getting a bit teary.

"I'm okay...." You blinked away a tear.

"No you're not.... Was I too rough? What's wrong, I thought you liked it?" He was so confused. He caused you pain sure, but he caused you more pleasure than anything else. Right?

"I-I did.... But I can feel the pain that my pleasure was making me forget about." He nodded and held you even tighter.

"Oh.... I understand.... Where does it hurt, baby?"

"My neck hurts the most.... And these little cuts sting." Now Martin feels bad. He didn't realize that he was hurting you so much. He also didn't know realize that all that pain would catch up to you later and make you suffer the consequences. He feels like a dick.

"I'm so sorry.... Just let me cuddle you, okay? You'll feel better with some rest." He held you tighter, pressing your face against his chest as he rubbed your back.

"Shh.... You did so good baby, please don't cry. Just relax, okay? You're safe in my arms." His words were like a soothing balm to your soul. You sighed softly, then closed your eyes to try and get some sleep.

"There you go.... I've got you." He kissed your forehead very gently. "Goodnight.... I'll be here when you wake up."

You sighed again, then within seconds, you were asleep in his arms. Did the pain hurt after everything was done? Yes, very much so. Did you enjoy being his toy for a little while as he fucked your brains out? Absolutely. You'd do it again in a heartbeat. You knew that Martin meant no true harm by getting rough with you like that. You've always known he's a bit sadistic, despite being a soft lover. Pain and pleasure is just how he shows his love and you accepted that a long time ago.

As you fell asleep, you smiled peacefully, making Martin smile at the sight. "Cutie.... That's right, just sleep, my love."

[thesuperiorrobin]

𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞~

Pairing: Damian Wayne x fem!Reader (platonic)

Word count: 854

Warning: none

A/n: sorry i haven’t posted in a while

Damian trains his pets well. They know how to defend themselves and whatnot. He understands them and they understand him to a high level. But he doesn’t understand why Titus and Alfred are so attached to you from the moment you step foot into the manor. After thirty dreadful minutes of him introducing you to his obnoxious brothers, it was time for the both of you to go up to his bedroom and work on a project for your class that was worth about eighty percent of your grade.

The feeling of something rubbing against your legs makes you stop and glance down. A tuxedo cat stands below, rubbing its small head at your leg. You kneel, cooing at the small cat as it jumps into your arms. Back pressed against your arm, giving you full access to its belly as you rub it gently.

“Aww, who’s this little guy?” You say, laughing softly, watching the animal nudge closer to your palm as you gently rub behind its chin and ear. Damian’s stunned, to say the least, that goes for his brothers. The cat normally hisses and scratches anyone who tries to pick him up, which is something Damian totally didn’t train him to do, he doesn’t willingly jump into people's arms.

The young Wayne clears his throat “That’s-um—my cat, Alfred”

“Aw, you’re named after the butler of the house. That’s adorable” Alfred lets out a soft meow before jumping out of his arms out of fright when a loud bark echos off the walls. A Great Dane appears, reaching up to your waist, maybe taller if the big dog stood up straight. He sits down in front of you and lifts his paw. He wants to shake your hand. You do so without hesitation. Grasping the Great Danes paw as you move it up and down. You let go after a while and the paw is right back on the ground.

“And that’s Titus” Damian stares “My pet dog”

“Aren’t you such a cutie?” You say scratching behind the big dog's ear as he leans further into your touch. They pray for your safety. Titus wasn’t a violent animal, he was far from it, besides the fact that he barks and growls at Damian's family members, besides Alfred whom he loves because he feeds him at times, and Damian hero teammates, it’s a surprise when he doesn’t growls at you.

In fact, they were more surprised that the Great Dane came over on his own and greeted you with a paw by the front door along with the cat. Damian excuse the both of you, leading you up to the library where you two will be working on the project. You set your things down and he sends you to find useful books.

You’re so engrossed in finding books that you don’t hear the door open, but Damian does. He looks up from the book he holds in hand and sees his two pets walking in. He goes to shoo them away, but the minute you walk out of the lined shelves with books in hand, they walk to you. Damian can only stare confused. He thinks you are a witch, a little childish but he lives in a world where they, are in fact, real by any means. But that can’t be, because Damian did some digging on you. It’s a little weird and creepy but there was no way he was going to let a complete stranger in his home.

They stop in front of you and you smile down at them, An “excuse me” leaves your lips as you walk around them and make your way towards Damian. They follow you closely. A book falls from your grasp and lands on the floor right by Titus.

Titus picks up the book with his mouth, softly so he won’t leave bite marks. “You have well-mannered pets Damian” You smile dropping the books on the table in front of you as Titus does the same with the book in his mouth.

“Makes sense since they were trained by me after all” he hums. “And they were trained to obey and not to do what they want when they want” he’s scolding them, they aren’t allowed in the study. “Now go you two” he points to the door, They seem to hesitate and hide behind you. Damian looks done at them with wide eyes, and you stand there awkwardly.

“Let them stay for a bit. They won’t bother us” You get done to their level, in the middle as you wrap your arm around the Great Dane and carry the tuxedo cat in your arms.

“Please?” He would say no to you, but he can’t say no to his animals. Ever. He least put a heavy sigh

“tch, alright! But only for a few minutes, I don’t want you to get distracted and leave me to do all the work”

“That won’t happen” It did happen. You were too busy baby-talking them and rubbing their bellies. But you two did pass your class all together so it was worth it.

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Seventeen

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Seventeen: Occult Love versus Sweet Loves

Summary: (Y/N) and Saiki get dragged back into the Occult Love.

            “Saiki, all of the clubs must submit their reports,” said a teacher, shaking his head in frustration as he caught Saiki in the hall.

            I’m not in any clubs, thought Saiki.

            “Don’t slack off in the Occult Club,” said the teacher.

            “Oh, I forgot about that club,” said (Y/N).

            “I thought only presidents and vice-presidents submit reports,” said Saiki, furrowing his brow.

            “You’re the present,” said the teacher, exasperated.

            “What?”

            “That’s what Toritsuka said,” said the teacher. “He said you became the president.

            That bastard.

            “Rude not to tell you,” said (Y/N).

            “Rude to do it,” grumbled Saiki.

            “That will be all for today.” The teacher walked away.

            “That idiot,” grumbled Saiki. “I’m going to turn him into a ghost.”

            “A perpetual president for the Occult Club,” giggled (Y/N).

            “Hey, Saiki, (Y/N)!” said Yumehara, walking up.

            “Oh, hi, Chiyo,” said (Y/N), smiling. They noticed the papers in Yumehara’s hands. “Are you the vice-president?”

            She nodded. “Thanks for helping. Toritsuka never shows up. You two should show up at the club more, too. It’s always just me and Arisu. The two of us wait every day.”

            “Every day?”

            She has an intense look on her face… thought (Y/N).

            “We’re left wondering whether you guys will show up,” said Yumehara. “Always waiting. Just the two of us. Why don’t you come? Why? Did you forget about us?”

            She sounds like a ghost…

            She sounds terrifying. “Alright, I got it.” Saiki didn’t want Yumehara’s ire if she was this intense already.

            “I’m sorry for missing so much!” said (Y/N) quickly.

            “You’re going to come?” The dark aura around Yumehara dissipated into a smile. “Yes!” The one I really want is Kaidou, but this is fine. Better than nothing!

            I want to go home.

            “This is our club room,” said Yumehara, leading them down the hall.

            “We have a club room?”

            “I thought our club room was the woods or haunted houses,” said (Y/N).

            “You’ll be surprised at the inside,” said Yumehara.

            Who knows what that means.

            “Here!” Yumehara threw open the door to reveal a room of cuteness rather than creepiness.

            It was pink, filled with stuffed animals, covered in soft rugs, and lit by sparkling lights.

            “Wow! Not scary at all!” said (Y/N), beaming.

            “Saiki, (L/N), it’s so nice to see you!” said a girl with barrettes in her hair.

            “Who is that?” said Saiki.

            “Hello, Makino!” said (Y/N), greeting her easily. True, she used to have her hair over her eyes and generally be more intimidating, but they recognized her.

            “Oh.”

            “I wanted to ask you about boys,” said Makino, looking at Yumehara.

            “Oh, are you making progress?” said Yumehara excitedly.

            “Ah.” That was the reason for the changes.

            “A little, but he’s ignoring my texts,” said Makino.

            “Let’s interview a boy and someone who likes girls today to see how they think!” said Yumehara, smirking.

            “She’s talking about us, isn’t she,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping. Their panromantic-ness was biting them in the ass.

            “Yes,” said Saiki.

            “Saiki, (Y/N), will you please sit down?” said Yumehara, smiling at them “innocently.”

            “We should just finish the paperwork and go do homework—”

            “Sit down.” A dark aura radiated out from Yumehara.

            “We have a few minutes.” Saiki and (Y/N) sat.

            “The other day I saw Ayabe with a girl and texted him, ‘who is she?’ ” said Makino.

            “And he ignored you, I see,” said Yumehara. “I mean, you’re not even dating him, so…”

            “But we’ve been flirting,” said Makino.

            “Maybe you’re being too pushy?” said Yumehara. “Saiki, (Y/N), what do you think?”

            Saiki felt like drifting away into space. I couldn’t care less.

            “Maybe just ask him how his day was?” suggested (Y/N).

            “Hm…” Yumehara and Makino seemed dubious.

            “I know!” Yumehara clapped her hands together. “Let’s try the usual. We can ask Sayaka.” From below the table, Yumehara pulled out a cracked doll that looked like it had been buried and dug up about a hundred times.

            (Y/N) and Saiki watched in horror as Makino and Yumehara rolled out a Ouija board, took a crystal on a string, and dripped blood from their fingers into a bowl.

            “Let’s play, Sayaka,” said Yumehara.

            “Let’s have a chat, Sayaka,” said Makino. “Here’s some sweet red water.”

            “Nope,” said (Y/N), standing. They didn’t like the doll, and they didn’t like rituals.

            “This is something,” said Saiki. This was beyond what even Toritsuka had planned for the Occult Club.

            “Sayaka, will I hear back from Ayabe?” Makino held Sayaka, and the string from her mouth swung around. “She said yes!”

            “That’s great, Arisu!” said Yumehara. “What a relief.”

            “They’ve been absorbing the worse attributes of the other. They’re both boy-crazy and into the occult,” said Saiki, the realization sending a shiver of horror down his spine.

            “I’m out,” said (Y/N), going towards the door.

            “Right,” agreed Saiki.

            “Saiki, (Y/N), where are you going?” Yumehara spoke with a dark tone, glaring at the pair. “You can’t leave while Sayaka is here.”

            “Sayaka might curse you,” said Makino.

            “Seriously, who the hell is Sayaka?”

            “Kusuo, I’m scared,” whispered (Y/N).

            “I am, too,” admitted Saiki.

            “You should consult Sayaka, too!” said Makino and Yumehara, synchronized.

            “Maybe something about dating,” said Yumehara.

            “We want to hear about you two, too,” said Makino.

            “This is scary in a different way,” said Saiki.

            “I don’t think they’ll let us go,” said (Y/N), eyes wide.

            Yumehara grabbed Saiki, and Makino grabbed (Y/N). The pair made eye-contact and shivered. They were shoved into their chairs, and Makino and Yumehara grinned evilly.

            “So, tell us. You must have crushes on someone, right?” said Yumehara. “(Y/N), you’re always so tight-lipped.”

            “You must like someone!” said Makino.

            “I like to keep things close to myself,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

            “Saiki, then. Tell us!” demanded Yumehara.

            “Stop trying to push this topic onto us,” said Saiki.

            I know! This is a good chance. I’ll find out what he thinks of Kokomi! thought Yumehara. “Fine, not a crush, but is there someone you think is really cute?”

            “I think all my friends are cute!” said (Y/N) with a wide smile.

            So wholesome, thought everyone present.

            “…Saiki?” said Yumehara with renewed fervor.

            “I care about more than that,” said Saiki. But (Y/N) is cute.

            “Really? Are you sure? Not even a girl whose name starts with ‘t’ and ends in ‘i’?” said Yumehara. Why can’t you figure out who I’m talking about?

            Your questioning just lacks any tact. Try harder. No, actually, don’t. Leave me alone.

            “They’re both hiding something!” declared Yumehara.

            “We have no choice,” said Makino.

            “We’ll ask Sayaka.” Yumehara had the wild look in her eyes again as she held Sayaka up and pendulum swung. “Who does Saiki like?”

            “The first syllable is ‘te!’ ” gasped Makino.

            “She’s moving it herself, isn’t she?” whispered (Y/N). Saiki nodded.

            We’ll get you to confess! Yumehara had a devious edge, that was for sure.

            “Next syllable is ‘ru,’ ” said Makino excitedly. “Teru? The vocalist?”

            “There’s more,” said Yumehara. “The next one is ‘ha.’ ”

            “You’re right!” gasped Makino. “Wait, how did you know?”

            “Let’s see what the last one is,” said Yumehara. She moved it towards “shi.”

            Saiki’s telekinesis dragged it to “n.”

            “Teruhan?” said Yumehara and Makino.

            “Who the hell is that?” said Yumehara.

            Yare yare. You might anger Sayaka. Saiki smirked slightly. If they wanted to play with his “feelings,” then he’d play, too.

            “Let’s try again,” said Yumehara, raising Sayaka.

            The lights turned out. (Y/N) grabbed Saiki’s sleeve, confident in that fact that he was behind this but surprised nonetheless.

            “I can’t see anything!” cried Yumehara.

            “Hey!” said Makino, reaching out.

            They bumped into each other, and Sayaka fell to the ground. She shattered into a million pieces, and the girls gasped.

            “Is this a sign?” Makino trembled.

            “It might be.” Yumehara shivered.

            Saiki shook the locker, and the two girls gasped in fear.

            “Sayaka is angry!” cried Yumehara. “Because I messed with the ritual…”

            “How could you?!” said Makino, almost afraid.

            “My face is shattered.” The pieces of Sayaka rose into the air, and Saiki spoke with a feminine voice through the doll. “Why did you do this to me?”

            “A-Arisu, did you say something?” said Yumehara slowly.

            “No…did you?” said Makino.

            “Then who’s that talking?” said Yumehara.

            “You’re so mean to me,” said “Sayaka.” “Don’t you like me?”

            “The doll’s not there!” cried Yumehara, looking at the ground where it had fallen. “Where is it?”

            “Die!” cried “Sayaka,” eyes glowing red.

            Yumehara and Makino screamed and ran for the door. Throwing it open, they raced out of there for their lives.

            The lights flicked on, and Saiki smirked as Sayaka hovered in the air. “That was me, of course.”

            (Y/N) breathed out a sigh of relief. “Still creepy.” They shivered.

            “Now we don’t have to deal with the Occult Club,” said Saiki, putting Sayaka down. It was repaired now. “We’re finally done.”

            (Y/N) followed Saiki to the door, paused, and frowned. They looked back at where the pendulum had landed on the Ouija board. They swallowed. “Uh…maybe not.”

            Saiki looked back and saw the pendulum pointing at the world “no.”

            “…Let’s leave.”

            “Yeah…”

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            Yare yare. Saiki sighed and flopped down on his bed after dealing with his parents’ “who loves who more” competition all morning. He had even had to bring out the Love Meter to judge it, which had almost ended badly for him when they made it a competition of who loved him more. Saiki glanced up at the device, still floating and displaying a zero since no one was around. Why are some of my powers so weird?

            Ding!

            Saiki glanced at his phone, and a text message from “baker<3” popped up. ((Y/N) put their name in his phone like that. He was too lazy to change it back. Obviously. …And it was cute). Saiki smiled slightly upon seeing the message.

baker<3: I’ve packed up the picnic basket! Where are we going to see the cherry blossoms?

Mr. Coffee Jelly (Again, his name in (Y/N)’s phone. It was whatever. It totally didn't matter to him): I’ll come pick you up.

baker<3: Awesome! I’m so excited

            Dring!

            Saiki glanced at the Love Meter. It displayed the number “38095” now, as bright and intense as his parents’ love for one another. He looked back down at his phone. Back at the love meter.

            Oh, wow.

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            “The cherry blossoms look so pretty,” said (Y/N), smiling as they sat down beside Saiki.

            They had sweets, sandwiches, and fruit laid out for a nice picnic with their boyfriend. To avoid being interrupted, Saiki had teleported them to another city to enjoy the cherry blossoms, that way they could just have a normal date together.

            “Thank you for making sure we had a spot and got some time together,” said (Y/N).

            “Of course,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) lay back and popped a strawberry into their mouth. Saiki watched them smile, and the wind blew the pink petals up around them. Due to their pink pants and white sweater, they looked like a blossom themself. Saiki’s gaze softened, and a small smile appeared on his face. He really was so lucky for the moments he got with them.

            “Thank you for baking,” said Saiki, picking up a cookie.

            “I love doing it, and it makes you happy, so it’s a win-win,” said (Y/N), grinning at him.

            “You do a lot for me,” said Saiki, looking at them intently. “Thank you. I don’t deserve it.”

            “Kusuo, you do,” said (Y/N). They took his hand. “You help everyone around you, and you’re always so sweet to me.”

            “I’m sweet?” Saiki was doubtful. Even his own parents knew he could be cold.

            “Yes,” said (Y/N) honestly. They gestured to their earrings. “Do you need me to take these off to make sure you know I’m telling the truth?”

            “I believe you,” said Saiki, though the vulnerability exposing their thoughts with him would show made his heartbeat quicken in adoration.

            “Good, then stop thanking me and come and enjoy our date,” said (Y/N). “That’s all I need from you.”

            Saiki lay down next to them and looked up at the pink trees. He handed (Y/N) another strawberry and took another cookie for himself.

            (Y/N) snuggled closer to him, holding his hand tightly and leaning their head on his shoulder. These were the moments they loved the most. Any time with Saiki was wonderful, but these soft moments where they were just themselves, in love—

            Oh, god. (Y/N) froze for a moment. I love Kusuo? I love Kusuo. I love Kusuo!

            They were head-over-heels forever and ever in love with Saiki. They had always liked him, had come to care for him as more than a friend, and had realized the real word now—love. (Y/N) smiled. I love Kusuo.

            Gently, they caught a falling flower blossom. “Kusuo.” He looked at them, and (Y/N) sat up a little, turning to face him. Softly, they tucked the flower behind his ear.

            They grinned. “Adorable.” They loved him.

            Saiki smiled slightly as they looked at him. It was such a simple action, but the mere idea that they thought of him and were so gentle with him set his heart aflutter. He really didn’t deserve them. He watched (Y/N) pulled out their phone and turn their camera around for a selfie.

            They leaned in and kissed his cheek, the flower in his hair and the petals fluttering around them framing them. Saiki’s telekinesis held the petals in place as (Y/N) snapped the photo, eyes closed and lips on his cheek. Saiki smiled slightly just as the subtle ‘click’ of the camera went off.

            (Y/N) grinned as they looked at the photo, pocketed their phone, and lay back down next to him. “Thank you, Kusuo.”

            Saiki gazed at them as they looked back up at the pink trees. Saiki’s smile didn’t fade. They were the best thing that happened to them. Saiki loved them—

            He blinked.

            He loved them. Saiki loved (Y/N). The word hadn’t appeared, but the feeling—oh, the feeling was there. Saiki smiled slightly and held (Y/N)’s hand tighter.

            (Y/N) looked at him. “Kusuo?”

            “I’m glad I’m here with you, (Y/N).” He loved them.

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[lolitastories]

Ocean blue

Rafe Cameron

As I stood one step behind Rafe and our daughter, I felt like their bodyguard. He always wanted to have her in his arms. He didn’t feel the need to use her stroller, so it always stayed in the trunk. He would look back every so often to make sure I was close by but most importantly, he made sure to catch every moment, expression, or action from our daughter. “Don’t get her too close to the glass” I warned. But just as I said it he squatted down with her close enough to touch the glass. He grins back at me before turning to see our daughter so fazed with the creature in front of her. I step back taking a seat on the wooden bench and just watch those two.

“Can you imagine them living amongst dinosaurs?” My head snaps to my right as a man takes the seat beside me. “Of course they developed over the years but it's incredible to think of how far back they go.”

“And now you have them here” I plainly point towards the glass. “Living behind a glass where people pay to come and see them.” The guy laughs shaking his head.

“If you think they deserve better, why come see them?”

“Call me a hypocrite,” I smile. “I like to think these places are made up of animals we have helped. Maybe that small turtle was saved and would never be able survive out there in the wild.”

“A nice way to see things,” He lets out a sigh. “But still pessimistic?”

“Oh yes” I laugh. “It’s second nature to me. People can be so deceiving that it's easier to never truly put your trust on someone.”

“Talking from experience?” I turn my head to look at him. My smile turned into a bit of a frown. His mood shifted really quickly, noticing my change. “You seem like a person who believes in second chances?”

“I believe things can be made right, but I also believe a person should know their value. Trust should be sacred. If you decide to trust someone it could either make you noble or a fool for falling for the same trick twice.”

“And you don’t want to make that mistake twice because you’re scared of the pain?” I shake my head letting out a quick laugh. “In my books it doesn’t make you a fool to trust again, it simply means you are a human with a big heart.”

“Guess we just differ in opinions.” He smiles nodding along.

“We should meet up to see if that is true, maybe in a couple of years it will be the same?” I look over feeling my smile die down. I take a deep breath ready to respond when someone cuts me off.

“I think not.” Our heads turn to see Rafe standing there. “Our daughter wants to visit the shop.” His eyes rolled over to mine. Dead expression on his face.

“I don’t mean to cause any trouble-”

“Then walk away.” I gasp at Rafe's response. I was about to grab his hand and pull him away when he turned towards me and handed over our daughter. As I adjusted her in my arms I am faced with his back.

“I-” I see the man stretch to the side with pleading eyes to look at me but of course Rafe blocks him. He moves forward with each hand grabbing a fist full of the man's collar.

“Look dude. I am trying to have a nice day with my family and you are ruining it. You are some creepy guy who comes to places like these alone to what? Pry on women hoping they give you some attention?”

“Rafe stop.” I demanded placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Look man I just saw her sitting there and she looked a bit down,” What? I looked down? People said I have a resting bitch face but I didn’t know it made me look depressed, what the fuck.

“Your mistake.” Rafe continues. “Now that I am here you can move along and bother someone else, this one is mine.” He lets him go with a little shove. I stay quiet knowing and hoping it won’t escalate. The man fixes his shirt and with a last glance towards me he walks away.

“Seriously?” I say watching Rafe walk to where I was standing. “You didn’t have to do all of that.” He doesn’t respond. He simply takes a hold of my hand and begins to drag me somewhere. “Rafe,” I say a little louder trying to get his attention. He swiftly dragged us between the crowd until we stopped in front of the family bathroom.

“In.” He opened the door and motioned for me to get in but I just stood there. I raised one brow thinking how crazy he was acting and childish. “Can you please get in?” I rolled my eyes and got in. I shake away the small grin knowing it wasn’t the time to acknowledge his cute plea. I wait for him to close the door and lock it. “I heard you two talking.”

“Rafe you know I wouldn’t-”

“I wasn’t talking about him.” He stays put in the doorway. I search his eyes for any clue, until it hits me. “Are you ever going to trust me?” His voice was almost a whisper. “You don’t say it but I know the reason for you breaking up with me and putting me on trial to be in our daughter's life was because of my past.” I was left speechless. My cheeks were burning and my bones were aching to just touch him. I saw how pain flashed in his eyes but I couldn’t find the words. “You would have hated who I was back then and who’s to say I won’t go back to being that person again. My father was a bad man but I loved him.” His last word made his voice crack. “I don’t want her to live through that and hate me,” His head falls down but I notice a small tear rolling down his cheek. “I don’t want to live knowing you always have a foot out the door.” That's when he broke down into a cry.

“Rafe,” I swallowed the pain in my throat and walked over to him. I grabbed his hand and led him to the single couch in the room. “Look at me Rafe.” I kneel in front of him. I lifted his chin a bit to search for his eyes. Once I saw his eyes focus on me I moved our daughter to his lap. “I can’t tell you that it didn’t play a part in my decision because it did.” His chest was breathing heavily. “But it didn’t make me stop trusting you, ever.” Both of my hands were holding his cheeks making sure he didn’t look away. I move my thumbs to clear up the remainder of his tears. “Baby I fell in love with the man you became after so much pain. You did that on your own before we met and after seeing you become a father, I know you won’t ever do anything to make her and I hate you.”

“But you don’t even look at me the same.” I grinned hearing his childlike whine. I move closer between his legs.

“I don’t look at you the same because you keep changing on me for the better.” I begin to smile bigger. “I fell in love with a 20 year old boy who was building a life for himself. Then again as a 24 year old man who became the father to our little girl. Now I have a chance to see what kind of person you will become as we grow older together but trust me, the only change you see in my eyes is how my love just keeps getting bigger and bigger for you.” I lift my head giving him a quick kiss. “Those blue eyes have become my favorite blues to see.”

“Not the ocean?” He says quietly.

“No, ocean blue doesn’t even come close.” He nods softly before fixing his down posture. “Are you okay?” He flickered his eyes down towards me as he nodded. But when I tried to get up with one hand he kept me from standing up. He leans forward and as I try to pull away but his free hand moves from my shoulder to the back of my head.

“You need to be more careful when talking to strangers,” What am I, 10?. “I held back because our daughter was nearby, but don’t go making friends with strangers, especially men.” I roll my eyes as I let out a chuckle. “You two are mine to protect.” I move forward resting my forehead against his.

“She is ours to protect,” I say challengingly. His piercing eyes don’t change showing how he was not amused with my answer. “I won’t do it again.” I groaned, pulling away from him. “Can I get up now? My knees are killing me”

“I don’t know why. You have always been good on your knees.” I scoff pushing him away.

“You're an idiot.” I hear him laugh as I pick myself up. “Now let's go because there is an otter plushie that has my name on it.” I hear the couch creek as he stands and walks over to the door. I turn around to face Rafe, one hand on the handle behind my back as he stares down at me. “I love you so much.” I whisper quietly and slowly. His eyes move to my right and then the left a couple of times. “Don’t forget it.” I simply state. I turn and push the door open but his hand grips mine and pulls it close. His face right beside me ear,

“Woman if I didn’t have my daughter in my arms right now I would fuck you against this very door. Don’t go saying things like that when I can’t do anything about it.” He takes a step back allowing me to focus back on opening the door. I tried to swallow but my mouth was left dry. Of course Rafe was enjoying it. He wrapped his free arm around my neck and led us to the shop with a grin on his face.

“Fuck the store” I stop in my tracks. Shivers were literally circulating around my body.

“What?” Is he stupid?

“We can come tomorrow to get her a stuffed animal. Let's go home. She needs to nap.” I didn’t care how desperate I looked or sounded. I needed Rafe. These people should be grateful I have enough self restraint to hold myself back but it wouldn’t be for long.

“What about the otter-?”

“Fuck the otter Rafe.” I looked around a little embarrassed as I spoke a little too loudly. I walked closer making sure no one was going to hear me. “I am giving you a chance to go home and fuck me Rafe.” His eyes widened. “You can fuck me until you put another baby in me. I need you,” I look up with pleading eyes hoping to get him on the same page.

“Yes ma’am.” And with Rafe, it didn’t take much.

[amostnobleyandere]

Yandere! Incel! Scaramouche x NB! Reader

This is an 18+ blog!!!! If you don’t like yandere content or are a minor, do not interact. thank you!

CW: Yandere content, stalking, creepy scaramouche, incel behavior, creepy behavior, toxic relationships, kidnapping, his friends encourage and enable his problematic behavior, brief fantasizing about a domestic husband/spouse dynamic, forced romantic relationship, non-consensual touching

*also just to be clear, this is loosely based off the term “incel,” his behavior is more like a creepy recluse if anything?? I just couldn’t think of a better word to use and I thought it fit okay. there’s no misogyny or extremely gross behavior involved, but he is creepy so just. keep that in mind. anyways, enjoy!

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Incel! Scaramouche who doesn’t get out much not because he has bad social skills (he does but that’s not the point), but because he loathes the idea of big crowds and being around lots of people. Socializing with people is already irritating enough, since he’s the only one on this earth who seems to have braincells. Why go out when he’s got everything he needs at home?

Incel! Scaramouche who has more money than he knows what to do with from his (insanely) loaded and emotionally distant mother (who gives it to him because she doesn’t know how to show affection any other way). he spends it all on expensive gaming set ups, take-out, and new technology all while being up in his top floor penthouse with a horizon line view.

Incel! Scaramouche who has friends, they’re just all online (and just as fucked up as he is) who he talks to (yells at) through the microphone while gaming.

Incel! Scaramouche who meets you while doing something mudane. He sees you at a grocery store picking over vegetables one day. Ignores you. 30 minutes later, he proceeds to bump into you and then acts like an asshole about you touching him, something that was clearly his fault. The two of you get into it, and eventually you’re the one to turn and walk away, already in a bad mood from the interaction. He’s interested now.

Incel! Scaramouche who isn’t delusional enough to convince himself that it’s fate, but who is curious enough to stalk follow you around for a while. He’s not hurting you or talking to you, what’s the harm done?

Incel! Scaramouche who while stalking monitoring you begins to note things about you. Unconsciously, of course. It’s not like his life revolves around you or anything. He just…starts to notice things. How you spend your days, what you like, what you don’t like, who you interact with and the places that you spend your time at the most. Soon enough he knows just as much about you habits and daily life as your friends do, if not more.

Incel! Scaramouche whos friends encourage his problematic behavior. They’re just as chronically online as he is, and have no conception of the morals and boundaries that come with having a healthy relationship. (Some of them, like Venti and Kazuha, even have a more romantic view of his infatuation interest, repeating that it’s okay to cross some lines, as long as it’s for love)

Incel! Scaramouche who has a weird view of relationships because his only knowledge on them comes from anime, the internet, and all the other types of weird media he consumes. (Should the kidnapping happen before or after your first date?) He’s not doing any of the cheesy shit the internet says. He’s not going to bring flowers, that would be stupid. (He’ll end up buying an overly large bouquet which he sends to your doorstep. there’s no note and you find it extremely creepy. You refuse to leave your home without pepper spray now)

Incel! Scaramouche who eventually just plucks you from the streets, right outside of your home/apartment building. No struggle to go along with it. Obviously you do fight back, but the men he hired to pick you up are far too experienced for you to even have a chance of running away.

Incel! Scaramouche who doesn’t really care about your feelings surrounding the whole situation. and well. he was getting a little lonely. most of his friends live too far away for them to meet up frequently, and it’s not like he’d want to see those crazy bastards everyday anyways. You’re much better company compared to those psychos, as much as he loathes to admit it. and you’re just so…pretty, and he can feel and touch you as much as he wants. it’s pleasant, and his apartment has never felt so full before, not at all empty like it did before he brought you here. you should be grateful you’re here too; he gives you everything you could ever want (within reason). really, you should feel grateful that you’ve been chosen by someone who’s so financially stable, who can provide for you.

you can have a good life with him, better than you could’ve had without him.

Incel! Scaramouche who kind of begins to see you as his little house spouse. nevermind that you’re here against your will; you’ve taken up doing chores around the house if only to fill the time, and it’s really only confirming his belief that kidnapping you was the best thing he could’ve done. when he comes through the door after a rare visit to the outside world and he sees you sitting there, idle, practically waiting for him? he feels like the typical breadwinner coming home to a loving domestic life. he’s not so delusional to think that you’re happy to be his little house spouse and captive, but it’s not like you can do anything about it, so he might as well enjoy the thought while he can.

[femoso-seben]

Mini witch story part one

Part 1, Part 3,

Rua walked over to the table last to arrive, her wolf familiar probably ran off to who knows where. She looked exhausted and behind her walking in shame was her familiar, Soap as she calls him. Apparently, when he was a pup he ate a bar of soap.

“You’re late,” Cordelia chimes in a teacup in her hand. As the oldest, she was the first to receive her demonic animal familiar, a big ol’ brown bear. For an old man, he sure can move fast when he is needed.

“I think you should put him through dog disciplinary training,” Sula said, this earned a growl from the wolf.

“Enough,” Rua sighs collapsing into her seat, “we are here for you,” she turns to me. You held onto my cup of milk.

As the youngest, physically, and mentally even though we all started at the same time. You were frozen in time and space. You look around, they are so much older, and time has taken ahold of them.

“Our Sire will give you a familiar,” Ophelia spoke up setting her cup of vodka down. “Then you can leave this Forrest and explore the world.”

“Why do I have to have a familiar?” You ask.

“In your absence, the mortals began a witch trial,” Rua spoke, “your familiar is there to keep you safe.”

“How?”

“In their humanoid form, they have their animal attributes.”

“Like eating Soap?” Your sisters broke out into waves of laughter and looked at the poor wolf who looked down at his feet.

“Do you have any animals in mind?” Cordelia asks.

“Fluffy. Likes to be around me. Strong. Friendly. Not so demanding… a cat.”

The forest grew cold as the trees warp around you all. Soon your Demonic sire who turned you all to witches walked from the trees. You get up and bow to him.

“Little one,” he begins, “I have your familiar.” You feel yourself blooming into a smile. From his hands, a black mass forms and falls to the ground.

Slime.

“WHAT IS THIS?” You shout poking the weird slimy creature. It lunged at you and gripped your leg. You let out the most horrific scream, and kick her leg throwing it off you. “WHY IS IT UGLY?”

From the back, you hear your sister cackling at you. The little slimy black thing slithers towards you. You look up at your Demon Sire who gives you a blank stare.

“Give me a cat!”

“He is very loyal.” Your sire says.

“HES UGLY AND SMALL!” You shout back picking it up with your staff.

“It’s an octopus,” Sula stated calmly. “A delicacy in Asia.”

“I DON’T WANT IT!” You look at your demonic father only to find him glaring at you. You stare at the little black blob, his Beaty blue eyes staring up at you. You think it’s glaring at you.

It moves closer climbing up your bare legs and to your chest. It sat right above your breast and two long appendages moved to your face. Your skin crawls and you feel the ICK coming. You grab it and punt it to the ground.

“ITS A PERV!” You scream and turn to your sisters for help. Rua turns away laughing to herself.

“You can always throw it away in a far-off land.” Ophelia offer.

“Don’t be foolish, our Familiars have an innate ability to find us,” Sula said.

Fear seeps into your skin. This creepy ugly perverted little thing was attached to you forever. You wanted to cry.

Your Sire and sister left you with these things.

It kept trying to climb up your leg.

You grab it by the head and look it over. An idea hit you.

“I can eat you!” You said a creepy smile crossing your face. Its little eyes and tentacles began to thrash around. You shove it into your bag and rush off to get some sauces and some vegetables.

How would you cook it? On a stove? In water? In bread? You shrug it had eight tentacles you had eight tries.

Your cauldron boiling, cutting board ready you grab the ugly thing and a knife ready to slice it up.

It transforms. In front of you is a huge tall man. You stare at his naked form. It glared at you, through a hood, holding your wrist.

“Let go!”

“NEIN!” He growls out his voice higher pitch than you would have guessed.

“Transform!”

“NEIN!” He said again.

“I am your master!”

“Du worst much night essen.” He snaps. He glared at him. You grab his hood and soon tentacles come out gripping your fingers. You screech and yank your hand away. He chuckles.

You wanted to strangle this man.

You finally agree not to eat him, and in return he lets you go. You also forced him into some clothes. You glared at him, and he watched you closely.

You grab your grimoire and put it into your bag. You are traveling, seeing the world! Staff in hand you walk out of the forest.

The sunset was absolutely stunning, the cliffside falls to crystal clear waters. The smell of freedom was intoxicating.

You feel the skin-crawling sensation of suction cups crawling up your legs you look down to see the disgusting thing crawling up your legs and to your boobs again. You grab it and shove it into your bag trapping it inside.

This bitch was ruining your moment. ------------

@milkywayhou full verson

taglist: @maylovesyousomuch, @trgraves-valx1f0r

[banj0possum]

Could we get a shy sensitive goth boy yandere?

Chemical Romance

Yandere!Male!Goth x GN Reader

CW: stalking, mentions of playing with dead animals,

im so sorry for the awful title its 10 in the morni-

🥀 To most, school was a place to hang out with friends and socialize, a place to mess around after classes and play games.

🥀 However to some, it was dull and loud, filled with the deafening chatter and noise of people with words laced with hate and slander.

🥀 That was how it was for Jasper, he saw people no different to muffled shadows, husks of people who eyed at him everywhere he went, he was used to it at this point in his life, the endless murmurs behind his back by his peers and the questioning stares people would throw at him and his looks.

🥀 He thought this was it, this was the way life would be like for the rest of his life, just a depressing existence filled with people that looked at him like a pest.

🥀 That was until he met you.

🥀 He never noticed you until you bumped into him in the hallway after class. You were no different than everyone else, just another student in his boring school...but then you smiled at him.

🥀 You laughed nervously and rushed to gather up all the things you dropped on the floor after you bumped into him, sputtering out apologies with the dorkiest smile.

🥀 He didn't say anything, he just stared at you as you rushed off to your locker.

🥀 His heart pounded in his chest as he remembers the feeling of your shoulder colliding with his, it was like a flash of color and liveliness came back to him for a brief moment.

🥀 He looked down and saw a pen on the ground, you probably forgot to pick it up when you ran off. He picked it up and smiled a bit at the design it had, it really reminded him of you..

🥀 He turned it around and saw your name on it. He read it over and over again like a prayer, wandering off to his locker to bring it home all the while whispering your name.

🥀 He couldn't get you out of his head, he tried forgetting about you, telling himself you were just pretending to be nice out of politeness or something. He started to believe it..

🥀 But you just had to say good morning to him the next day..

🥀 And the day after that...

🥀 Pretty soon he was able to find you in a crowd with you waving at him like he was an old friend of yours.

🥀 Why? Why were you so nice to him??? Weren't you weirded out by him???

🥀 He would feel his heart race whenever he saw you, his face turning red at the sight of your smile. He can't have feelings for you can he? A person he barely talked to? ...Could he?

🥀 That's when the stalking started, he needed to know why you were so special, surely you wanted something out of him right? There has to be something you were hiding from him. He'd tell himself that, but in reality, he wanted an excuse to see you more, to watch you go about your day as the ball of sunshine you were.

🥀 Then he couldn't take just watching you, he wanted to talk to you, make you laugh, hug you..kiss you maybe...

🥀 After that, he'd try to get close to you and ask you about stuff..only he didn't really know how..

🥀 You'd see him staring at you in class or the cafeteria, quickly turning his head away when you looked at him.

🥀 During lunch periods, he'd approach you only to walk away stiffly, his words piling up in his throat, unable to get out.

🥀 He beat himself up for not having to courage to speak to you. Pacing back and forth in his room while thinking of things to talk to you about, but it always seemed a little weird or too creepy.

🥀 Oh but how you'd smile and laugh at his antics, you weren't weirded out in the slightest. He seemed nice, just a bit shy, so you'd try your best to talk to him too, saying good morning to him when you walk past or asking how his day was. Just little things so he wouldn't get overwhelmed.

🥀 From that he'd grow closer and closer to you, falling harder into his obsession with you. He thought you could do no wrong, an angel in a world of darkness and despair.

🥀 Especially when he'd blurt out something a bit too dark and would make you laugh.

🥀 "You like cats? My cat Jonesy likes bringing in dead rodents and stuff, it's pretty cool..I-I mean uhm! uh...sorry, I didn't mean to say that...it's..fine? ...oh..heh thanks.."

🥀 He could really be himself around you, he felt so comfortable when you were around, thats how you learned about his hyperfixation on dark fairytales.

🥀 "People think it's a little weird of me but I really like Grimm's fairytales..did you know that in the original version of Rapunzel, the prince gets blinded by thorns after falling from the tower ..it's pretty cool I think, we could read it together if you like.."

🥀 Sometimes he feels like you're those lovely maidens or brave lads in his stories, the ones who would find true love and live happily ever after with their lovers, he wanted that for the two of you, but of course, you didn't feel the same love for him.

🥀 So he was content with being friends with you, but soon, he will live a happily ever after with you, even if he had to do things that people find a little extreme..

🥀 Oh yes, he also enjoys rambling about you to Jonesy

[lunaekalenda]

somewhere safe

warnings: wounds, blood, mentions of dead animals, mentions of dead bodies, mentions of kidnapping, hint at religious rituals, self blaming. i'm almost finishing re4r and i NEEDED to write for him :D

shots. that's what wakes you up.

you barely remember what happened, or why your back rests in a bloody, uncomfortable stone table, aching from all the hours and cold nights you've possibly spent there. the crows above your head caw unceasingly and your eyes feel heavy, your body numb. your clothes are wet, tight against your body, dyed with blood, though you're not sure if it's yours. shots are getting closer, and even when fear wants you to react, your legs are unable to move. maybe you don't fear them. maybe they're the only way to escape this kinda hell you've been trapped in. it's been long since you got kidnapped, long since you saw him.

he protected you, even with his own life. you wanna throw up every time you remember how they hit him, how the pipe made him lose consciousness, and he fell by your side. the sudden memory of what happened feels like a punch on your stomach, and you feel sick.

shots stop suddenly, and everything around you gets buried in a strangely, creepy silence. no animals, no people, no guns. you can hear your own heartbeat, hammering against your head.

your eyes start to close again. the wind is gone as well , and you feel like resting a little. but you hear steps. close to you. way too close.

you sit in a quick movement, facing the noise, but your gaze blurs. fuck, it's been really long since you moved from that table. the diziness makes you fall back, but your back finds something warm, hard behind. you force your eyes to open, only to find blue, concerned ones focused on yours. ones you know too well. you feel how tears start to run down your cheeks.

"darling." that's the only thing he says. he brushes bloody hair away from your face, lovingly, sweetly. he came back for you, even when your destiny seems tightly tied to death. "doll. can you stand? please"

with big effort, you take air.

"what happened?" his arms find their way under your legs and against your back, before he lifts you up, pushing your body against his chest. you hiss in pain and he apologizes softly. near his neck, his shirt is stained with blood.

"i'll take you somewhere safe. we'll check your wounds."

during the walk, you try to stay awake, even when his warmth and the new sensation of protection are making you sleepy. he's thankful you can't see your surroundings. bodies, blood, piles of dead animals. this place is scary as fuck, full of death. and he can't forgive himself for fainting and leaving you alone. his steps are clear on the muddy floor, and the effort he's doing shows on the way he breathes, calm and controlled, but heavy. you can feel his body trembling due to effort and, probably, a lot of injures he's not going to tell you about.

"how's your head?" you murmur, half asleep. your hand tries to reach his wound, but you're too weak, letting it rest against his neck. he holds you closer, as if he was trying to protect you from the world, and he groans weakly when his leg fails.

"i'm alright, doll." he whispers. he leans to leave a kiss on your forehead, securing his grip on you. he keeps walking, quickly, but trying to keep you stable. thankfully, he found a house on his way to you, empty, where the ashes of a recent fire were still consuming on the fireplace. he revived fire, put some herbs to infuse and left to search you, knowing the day didn't have many hours, and hoping for not having to go back there and spend the night alone. he's sure he wouldn't be able to get a minute of sleep. he needed to find you - and, unexpectedly, he has you back in his arms earlier than he thought. he took extra time to prepare the house, covering windows and fixing holes, making sure the door could lock and resist to any attack. he opens without effort, before leaving you in a hard, used bed. but you can't complain. you watch him close behind his back, locking the door, and quickly getting back to the fireplace. he takes the infusion and gets close to you.

"careful, it's hot. drink a bit of this." his hand rests on your chin, angling your head, while the other pushes slowly the cup against your lips. he helps you to drink his tea. it's sweet, but has a bitter undertone. your throat thanks the tea. you leave half cup for him. he shakes his head, rejecting your idea, before speaking. "you need it way more than me."

"i'll be fine, Leon." your voice is a whisper while you push the cup towards him again, and he sighs, drinking from it. "we can prepare more." you try to move your body to the side, leaving room for him, but he kneels near the bed. he carries clean water and rags. "i boiled this earlier in case i got injured. it's clean. are you alright with taking the shirt off?" his kindness and empathy make him the perfect man, anything you could ever want. after you nod, he takes it off slowly, looking at all the bites, the cuts and the wounds. his eyes -those beautiful, icy eyes, that are always so controlled- shine with tears while he buries the rag on clean water. he hisses when his own wounds get wet.

he presses his lips together, guilt shinning in his blue eyes. "i'm so sorry i was late." you smile weakly when he presses a bite in your shoulder.

"you weren't late. i'm sorry you got hit." he smiles, this time. a distant church bell scares you, but you quickly erase it from your mind. you're safe -at least, as long as Leon is with you.

"i'm alright. i didn't think about it, even. all i could think about was finding you safe. when i woke up alone, in the middle of nothing... gods, i felt fear. fear for you. because i didn't know who took you and where. i thought i lost you forever." his voice sounds unstable as his hands tremble on your skin and tonight, for the first time, you saw him scared. after everything he lived, after all the difficult missions he completed, he was scared because of you. because of the thought of losing you. for the first time, you see him, not as the agent, but as the man. now that you look at him closely, dark circles are visible under his eyes, and he's way more pale that he used to. you caress his cheek sweetly, taking the rag away from his hands, and taking him into your arms, hugging. he sighs.

"thanks for rescuing me." he laughs softly, the noise covering the creak of the wood upstairs. parting from the hug, he looks at you, hand brushing away your tears and tired eyes focused on your lips. he leans on, lips slowly brushing yours, just a touch. your hand finds its natural way to his neck, getting him closer, until he's kneeling in the bed, next to your body. his lips taste like the tea he prepared. he hums, careful with touching any open wound in your body, before parting. he gives you one last peck. his eyes lock on yours, telling you everything he can't express with words now. his fingers caress your lips slowly, as if he wanted to learn their shape.

"we should sleep, now that the fire is on and we're warm." you whisper. he nods. "we can keep going with those wounds tomorrow. i'm too tired." your voice fails, and he finds his place on the bed, near you. he sighs, pulling you closer to him, smelling your hair. both of you are dirty, sweaty, but alive. and together. his hug feels safe, and he lets himself close his eyes and breath deeply. he has you, with him. he traces a bruise on your arm with his fingertips. his contact makes you sleepy. unexpectedly, his caresses on your arm get slower and slower, until they aren't more than his finger resting on your skin. looking up at his face, you find Leon asleep, lips half open, eyes closed. even when the fire is still on, you cover both of you with his blanket, long forgotten at the end of the bed, and you try to sleep, avoiding focusing on the strong wind and the wood creaking above you. you know you're still in danger, but with him by your side, you feel a little more safe.

[ginnysgraffiti]

mention of cannibalism, hunger, dark and sick thoughts, hallucinations, jealous lee.

&. LEE x yn.

let's say it, lee would definitely have the hardest time dealing with his jealousy.

not jealousy in general, but a sick and twisted feeling that is often joined by his hunger.

it's something capable of making him salivate, a feeling that even he doesn't fully grasp and that allows his gastric juices to make his stomach burn.

you had been dating lee for a few months now, and you thought you knew everything about his needs, habits and nature even if you never actually saw him feeding.

lee loved you more than anything in the world, reason why he always managed to keep his emotions under control when simple friends used to hang out with you. he knew you were pretty close with your friends, and he would have never dared to touch any of them.

however, the situation degenerates slightly at times.

you two usually go to the amusement park every now and then, eat pink cotton candy and enjoy the rides.

lee is someone who particularly appreciates the stalls where you can win prizes, that's something you soon learned.

that's why, while he was busy buying big portions of cotton candy for two, you decided to give it a try and approach a stand.

it was the classic game where most of the children lost, often because the stall workers cheated so as not to let them win.

a few meters away from the stall counter there was a table, a few tin cans in a perfect pyramid on the wooden surface.

"hey there. you wanna try?" the black-haired pale guy that worked for that stand walked towards you, taking out a little softball ball from a bucket and letting it roll on the counter.

"i think i'm supposed to pay first." you said.

"pretty girls don't need to pay." he smirked back, and you felt sick in your stomach.

lee could arrive anytime and you were preparing for the worst, even if he wouldn't just jump on that guy anyway. right?

"so? you could try to win a stuffed animal.”

you stared at the white ball, slightly dirty by the mud.

"are you alone? what's your name?"

"i'm y/n...my boyfriend should actually be around. he was buying cotton candy."

"oh, wait! was it that tall weirdo with red curls?"

you nodded, annoyed, and he smirked again, this time leaning closer.

"c'on, you deserve better. he's quite creepy, ya know?"

"he's not creepy..."

"whatever. are you sure you're safe around him? i close at eleven, by the way. my name's mike."

yeah, well, you didn't ask.

you just prayed for lee to come back as soon as possible.

for how long can a person be gone for if it's just some damn cotton candy? maybe he was just smoking. but what if he needed to 'feed' already?

you sighed nervously and grabbed the ball, aiming the highest can.

it went in on the first try, and your blood ran cold when the mike chuckled, handing you another ball.

that's when you realise how close he was to you, on the other side of the counter, caressing your right arm with a slow gesture.

"what...are you doing?"

"just helping you concentrate. come on, another throw."

you almost threw up instead.

your hand reached for the ball, but someone pressed you against the counter from behind, hugged your waist and took the ball from your hand.

"anything going on here?"

your limbs froze.

it was lee, he was finally back with two big sticks of cotton candy, but his body was as cold as dead and as still as rock.

you had always pictured him as your caring boyfriend with a strange nature, but now...he was creepy.

teenagers were shouting on the rollercoasters, kids were running to get candies or donuts and their moms were going after them.

the amusement park couldn't have been louder, the chaos couldn't have been more disturbing, but you couldn't take in or see anything else except lee's presence and the deafening noise of a kitchen oven ringing inside your head.

your whole body went limp, your skin stood up with goosebumps and your knees felt like abandoning you.

why hadn't you been scared of him before?

why haven't you run away yet?

what is it exactly you thought you could know about him? about what he had done? about what he does?

was the amount of dark things all summed up that got you almost calm, relaxed but without actually realising what you were signing up for?

you never witnessed lee feeding, and he always told you it had to stay that way.

you never felt the need to even imagine the things he would be capable of, but now that his bony cold fingers were hugging your waist you couldn't see anything else except the danger mike was already in.

not that you cared, but your mind was now somewhere else and you could feel a slight gag rising in your sore and dry throat as the last bit of lucidity was fighting to keep your body real and attached to the ground.

you could picture lee drinking mike down, almost drowning in mike's blood, chewing, swallowing, digesting.

you didn't even drink that night, but you knew you were having hallucinations. or at least you hoped, even tho they were reflections of things that lee does for real.

you couldn't tell why, but now he looked like a butcher to you.

a person who slaughters animals, dresses their flesh, sells their meat, giving each one a small paper label. stapling the tongue, the liver, the pancreas, the...

"so? what were you two talking about?" lee insisted, and now he was looking at mike more than ever. his eyes looked dark, almost completely black without the eye balls, glassy, distant, sickening relaxed.

if looks could kill, the stand worker would have already reduced himself as a pool of dark blood with a knife crossing his chest.

"nothing...sorry bud." mike whispered.

"oh yeah? nothing...? why were you touching her?"

what did you expect when you met lee?

that he would be like a normal person, looking like a normal person to you and others?

"let's go, come on." he grabbed you by your waist and your dizziness and nausea vanished as he kissed your lips.

he was smiling, taking your hand in his, handing you the cotton candy stick.

"lee..."

"yeah?"

"have you fed?"

"what?"

"i asked you if you already ate." you whispered, insisting on the last word to awake one of his senses.

your boyfriend smiled again.

"no. i bought two hot dogs, i wanted to eat with you."

he found a nearby bench and sat comfortably, looking at the children running and playing around.

maybe it was all a dream, maybe you were imagining and making things bigger than they were.

but still, your mind wondered if the person who almost acted on their hunger at the stand was even lee.

[solargeist]

What the relationships between different Hermits and Kid Xelqua are like:

POSITIVE!

Mumbo - Pretty positive all things considered. He manages to entertain him, and generally is a good uncle figure.

Scar - The favourite. Scar gives him unlimited access to snacks and all sorts of unhealthy food (much to Grian’s chagrin). Once gave him so much sugar, Xelqua entered a 5 hour long sugar rush. Grian still hasn’t forgiven him yet because it was an absolute nightmare.

Doc - Surprisingly positive. Despite Doc’s turbulent relationship with Grian, Doc has a soft spot for kids. He’ll drop any kind of tension when Xelqua’s around to not worry him. He’ll still absolutely body Grian, but usually when Xelqua isn’t looking.

Pearl - Due to her leniency, Xelqua likes her. He can get away with anything when she’s around and generally doesn’t impose any harsh rule of punishment on him

Etho - He just thinks Etho is cool (usually because he keeps maple candies in his pockets). An Ethogirl in the making.

NEUTRAL!

Joe Hills - He’s a living Sesame Street styled puppet and Xelqua keeps mistaking him for a normal puppet toy. He once nearly suffocated poor Joe by hugging him a little too tight around his neck.

Xisuma - Barely sees him and for good reason. Xisuma has enough on his plate as admin, he doesn’t need to have to add “babysitting a god” on his plate as well.

Impulse & Skizz - They help Grian out occasionally to watch over Xelqua. Typical fun uncles you can find, but Xelqua doesn’t know much about them or why Skizz gives him the heebie jeebies when he unfurls his Angel wings or when Impulse reveals his full demon form.

Gem - Like Impulse and Skizz, generally friendly with Xelqua, but he’s unsettled by her, but he doesn’t know why. Maybe he senses that Gem isn’t truly a deer satyr and something to do with the rustling in the forests and night and the lingering smell of blood on her.

NEGATIVE…

Cleo - She’s scary to him. Like how you would be scared of the principal when you were a kid in elementary school.

Cub - All the fireworks he uses this season are too loud for him. He has to cover his ears everytime he has to go near the shop.

Joel - Xelqua keeps walking in in Joel in the most embarrassing moments. Like seeing him cry in front of the statue of his wife because she isn’t in the server, falling down an entire flight of stairs, reading Iskall’s creepy Yandere letters, etc. There were several moments where Joel had to cover Xelqua’s mouth because he was about to air all his dirty laundry.

AKDNDJSKAK

of course Scar is the favourite, Xelqua would love his builds, he’d like the animals and Scars silly voices and rambles. He’d also love Scar’s off road wheelchair/ATV, it’s so fast ! He’d absolutely eat all of Scar’s snacks, he’d be talking a mile a minute when Grian shows to pick him up, he just silently glares at Scar.

I love when people draw Doc with Doccy on the server, just a big scary goat and his little goat kid, it’s why he has a soft spot around Xelqua, he’s so tiny. Tho I can only see them interacting if Xelqua accidentally ends up in his base area, got lost maybe. I think Xelqua wouldn’t be scared of Doc despite his looks bc 1) he looks like Scar’s zoo animals (big Goat) and 2) Doc has a kid too, so he’s gotta be safe. Grian is very confused when he sees Doc calling him.

The Joe Hills part almost made me choke AKDNDKSK Joe being a puppet is my favourite design it’s so silly. Xelqua watches a lot of TV, he’d be in awe… so happy to see a real life puppet… Grian has to grab his hands to stop him from choking Joe out.

I think Xelqua would just be intimidated by Cleo at first, he’d warm up to her ! Him being scared of Cub bc of the fireworks is so true tho, Xelqua very much hates the noise and is actively afraid of thunder, he’ll wake Grian up if a storm rolls in at night, and probably hide behind him if a firework went off and no one told him it’d be so loud !

poor Joel 😭😭⁉️⁉️ tho if Joel grabbed Xelqua and covered his mouth like that, Grian is immediately there, he crosses the room so quickly man Watchers don’t play around abt their kids 😭💥 Grian doesn’t even realize he moved or separated them, for a split second his brain didn’t see this as a joke or playing around. Joel gets to see those purple eyes up closeeee and shouts

this was very cute and silly to read ehehehe, also for some reason I think Xelqua would think that Xisuma is Grian’s uncle, no idea how he came to this conclusion.

[bonny-kookoo]

Oh i am already so beyond whipped for baby darling bc wtf why is it so sweet and cute and healing?? Makes my heart burst. I’m terrible at drabble prompts and ideas but I will happily and thankfully devour any crumbs you choose to offer.

One day there will be crumbs. Ah fuck it whatever let's have a crumb right now.

Masterlist

"Aren't you cold like that?" He asks you, mentioning the lack of your clothing. You're just wearing some socks, underwear and an oversized shirt- and like he said, your apartment is cold.

"I mean, I was just in bed." You shrug, stretching your limbs before you pull them back closer. "Wasn't expecting anyone. I can turn on the-"

"You don't have to, really." Jungkook chuckles. "Was just wondering. Do you want to go back to sleep?" He asks, and you misunderstand a little, nodding.

"My bed is a bit small, but we can make it work." You say, getting up to walk towards what he assumes might be your bedroom- and he can't help but feel a bit.. nervous?

This is pretty much the tamest thing ever. He's pretty adventurous when it comes to sex and such- sp why is he now nervous about a nap of all things?

Your bedroom is cozy, as you kick out your stuffed animals to make room for him, and he has to laugh. "You do know if we have sex they'll have to leave, right?" He tells you, taking off his jacket to put it over a giant bear in the corner of the room- shielding it's face.

"Why? I can just put them on a shelf maybe, so they're out of the way..." you answer, not at all fazed by his mention of intimacy- and it makes him happy, relieving some of the tension. You seem comfortable with him, and that's a huge compliment towards him.

"No, they'll look at us the whole time then!" He whines, moving to turn the multiple push animals so they face the wall instead. "That's creepy." He mumbles, while you laugh, sitting on your bed. "What? Voyeurism isn't something I'm into, don't kink-shame!" He argues playfully, making you laugh even harder.

"I'm not!" You finally get out. "It's just funny."

"What's funny, huh?" He challenges, getting on the bed as well after shedding his jeans and socks somewhere I'm the room.

"Full sleeve of tattoos." You shrug, fingers tracing the colored lines as you lay next to each other. "Piercings. All buff and bold." You describe him. "And yet can't get it up when a hello kitty is watching." You tease, as his eyes sharpen, hand on your hip moving to squeeze your butt for a second.

"Never said I couldn't get it up." He tells you.

"Just don't want anyone to see you but me."