#how does it feel putting cock inside a bunch of wings

[waterwizardcat]

more biblically accurate vash

[karinasbaby]

yang jungwon — sea salt.

P. princess!reader x pirate!jungwon (17+) | W. unprotected sex, jungwon is mean asf in the beginning, petnames (doll, angel, baby,princess), mentions of maids & jake, cursing, hair pulling, mentions of proposals? teasing, cockwarming, both jungwon & reader r in love, scandalous behaviour ngl, breeding kink with jungwon, idk about the rest | WC. 2.3k | A,N. this one’s for @intromortal pls accept my pirate jungwon cuz i wrote this for u (the other jungwon variants should be worked on soon pls pray for that) everyone say thank u nia & hana for this :D !!

p.s this was b a r e l y proofread !!

“did you hear that the princess got a new proposal?” the helper whispered quietly, right hand covering the side of her mouth cautiously from the guards standing around the halls. “when does she not?” the other helper besides her rolled her eyes at her friend’s words.

“i wonder how long it’ll be till his majesty chooses a husband for her.” she chuckled making the shorter one’s eyebrows furrow in dislike, “i don’t think he will, he still has a soft spot for our princess.” her eyes lowered to the marble floors beneath her feet in thought.

“isn’t this her eighth proposal though?” her hands held the baskets of fabrics closer to her hips, “ever since she turned of age her personality changed.” snickering, she quickened her pace to finally grace the knitting and tailoring wing of the castle, passing past the doors of your own sacred chambers.

“she has not! she’s just… conflicted over the proposals i assume.” the helper argued as she tried to match the steps of her friend’s, lowering her voice by a bunch when she walked past your gates.

where your head was stuffed against your satin pillows, one large veiny hand covering your mouth to silence your whimpers as your lover’s movements came to a stop once he heard the womens’ voices outside.

“eight proposals huh?” jungwon laughed right besides your ear, his grip loosening when their bickering became distant, he leaned down to press a searing kiss behind your ear, his sweaty body pressed against your warm one, tangled between your silk sheets. “when were you planning to tell me, angel?” his hot breath fanned your shoulders making you shiver beneath him.

“s-soon.. i was g-going to tell you soon.” you choked out, trying to ignore the leap in your heart as your secret was revealed, while also trying to ignore the fact that jungwon was buried to the hilt inside of you as he spoke to you almost casually.

“hmm… what are you gonna do?” he hummed, his hips gradually beginning to thrust back into you again, he moved back and forth, back and forth making the squelching sounds of your previous releases resonate in the chamber, your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head as you gasped at the feeling of his cock practically massaging your dripping walls that sucked him deeper and deeper in.

“you’re not gonna accept those, obviously.” he chuckled, speaking like it was the most clear decision to take, his hands tightened around you at the mere thought of you accepting said proposals, who dared to even think of having a chance with you in the first place?

sure your relationship would be controversial, probably flip the whole kingdom upside down at the news of the dear, beloved sweet princess whom everyone loved and adored dating a pirate.

the son of the most dangerous pirate at that.

it wasn’t like anyone from your own family knew, as the second anyone would find out about the remaining aroma of sea salt wafting around your room relating to a pirate and not a new fragrance you’ve been investing in, all hell would break loose.

and you weren’t putting your or jungwon’s life at risk like that. no matter how deep your love and desire for him ran through your veins, the louder the desperate calls of your heart for his presence became, you could never risk announcing your sweet love affair to the kingdom.

and though jungwon did not fit the typical or known standards for pirates at all, the mean demeanour, greedy mindset and rogue personality was a complete opposite of jungwon’s loving, intimidating and charismatic nature.

he was everything you prayed for, every tinge of detail that you hoped you’ll find in the princes and mayors that proposed to you.

he was protective, with his manly and dauntless personality, he drew you in to his life. carefully luring you into the trap of his love. the sweet souled princess that fell head over heels for a pirate that wouldn’t even think twice of risking the whole world for her.

and just as in love you were with jungwon, the same applied to him if not much more, the young pirate who had been eyeing you for years by now, couldn’t believe his luck when he finally realised you reciprocated his feelings which he believed were fruitless.

he knew that the second his calloused, rough fingers brushed against your own soft and delicate skin, he was yours and you were his.

“what do you think their reaction will be like if they knew their pretty, innocent princess was getting fucked by a pirate every night, hm?” he mocked, pushing his head closer to yours so he can lick a long, tantalising stripe around the shell of your ear, making you whimper as he began to roll his hips in delicious circular movements.

“getting bred by a pirate’s dick so well every night. fuck— wonder what they’ll think when i finally knock you up and everyone questions who the dad is.” cursing behind you, he slithered one hand between your connected bodies to toy with your swollen clit, the contact instantly making you shake under his buff form.

“what are you gonna say then, doll? gonna tell them about how you couldn’t help it? gonna tell them about how wet your pretty little cunt got for me?” he teased and mocked and taunted you making tears rush down your cheeks and drop one by one onto the sheets, your body felt like it was lit ablaze with his slow, demeaning thrusts that only made your climax build up quicker. your hands gripped around the thin expensive fabric that was coated in both of your sweat and shimmering arousal.

his hand then lowered to cup your dripping pussy making you mewl onto the blanket you pushed closer to your mouth to silence yourself, “gonna tell them about how this princess couldn’t handle me? sucking me in and milking me so well, isn’t she, angel girl?” chuckling next to you, his smile only widened at your sniffles. deciding to completely stop all of his thrusts and only focusing on your throbbing clit, his middle and ring finger moved in mouth watering circles while his cock twitched inside of your snug walls.

you gasped as he began to litter your shoulders and back in countless bites and kisses, altering between sucking your skin and licking against your neck as he relished in the way your legs shook under him the tighter the coil in your stomach became, “don’t even dare to cum without my permission.” he quickly warned in a whisper, “or else i’ll fuck you till the next morning.” suddenly, you heard the footsteps of a different maid echoing outside of your chambers, from the familiar whistle you recognised her as the head maid who always came to check on you.

especially during the early mornings.

you froze under jungwon’s hold, he quickly realised the second he noticed the approach of a bunch of footsteps and decide to chuckle, humming as he focused on the way your breathing became irregular in panic and your walls tightening around him in anxiety making him groan, a sound he proudly let out loud to echo in the room making you gasp quietly in shock, “j-jungwon—“ “what, baby?” he quickly cut you off, his smile widening the louder the sounds behind the door that hid your scandal became.

“jungwon! she’s coming h-here.” you whispered loudly, panic settling deeply into your veins at the thought of the head maid, an old woman who practically raised you, opening the door to the sight of the princess getting pounded into her royal mattress by a pirate. “wanna let her hear how loud your cunt gets for me then?” he let out a laugh after his own words, “jungwon—“ he didn’t allow you to finish your sentence that got cut off by a moan as he suddenly moved to rest atop his knees.

holding you tightly by your hips, he began to piston his dick inside of your sopping wet walls, you bit your own sheets to silence your moans from resonating inside the room, the only way your body was showing the amount of pleasure jungwon was forcing into it was by the tears that aligned your waterline, your shaking legs and the mixed wetness of your and jungwon’s release dripping down your entrance before getting pushed back inside of you when he thrusted back in.

“let them hear how wet your pretty pussy gets for me, doll.” he groaned, his hand reaching forward to grip tightly around your hair, the burn in your scalp making you whimper beneath him as he ordered you to listen. “listen to how bad your cunt wants me, baby.” his hand quickly moved to cover your mouth when your whimpers got louder, and comedically enough. he made you listen to the nasty squelching noises of his thrusts and your soaked pussy right when the knocks of the head maid against your door echoed in the room, “so greedy for me, right?”

you gasped in fear while jungwon just kept quickening his pace, making the sounds of sex curtain over the knocks at your door which came to a halt. the maid inevitably hearing the questionable noises echoing from the princess’ chambers, “f-fuck— jungwon please, we c-can’t-“ “can’t what, doll? can’t let them know that you’re about to get filled up with pirate cum, hm?” he teased, cooing once your tears from overstimulation and the pleasure raked over his hand that moved to caress your jaw gently.

he softly pulled your head back, making you turn to face him and allow him to see your reddened eyes and rosy cheeks, he pouted mockingly before quickly pecking your swollen lips, “don’t worry, baby. nothing’s gonna happen.” his soothing words were quickly forgotten when the head maid called out for you from behind the doors, “your highness, is everything alright?” her concerned voice made your sobs get muffled by jungwon’s continuous kisses.

“jungwon, please—“ “shhh doll, don’t worry. listen to me. everything’s gonna be okay, you trust me don’t you?” he reassured you, his voice turning gentler and softer as he began to ghost his fingers around your neck, “listen to me like the good girl that i know you are.” he smiled at you through his sweaty darkened locks and flushed face, his cat-like eyes blazing with adoration and lust for you when you nodded at his words, he continued thrusting inside of you, making sure to press his swollen tip for longer periods right against your warm cervix just to feel your breath get caught around his fingertips.

“now cum for me, angel girl.” he ordered while pressing a sweet kiss against your jaw, relishing in the way your weakened body instantly responded to his words by tightening and gushing around his dick, he growled quietly next to your ear while your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued fucking himself deeply into you.

with your intense release, you felt him reaching deeper and deeper inside of you the longer he kept fucking you through your orgasm, your broken whispers of his name caught his attention from the twisting handle of the doors to your rooms, that’s when he finally heard the long-awaited “madam! the princess is still resting. she asked me to delay her morning bath for until she wakes up and asks for you.” jake, the royal guard huffed breathlessly after rushing countless, gigantic royal corridors to reach and stop the head maid from entering your room.

where he knew jungwon was practically balls deep inside of you right now.

jungwon sighed heavily, finally losing himself in the feeling of your warm cunt engulfing his pulsing length perfectly, with the aftershocks of your orgasm finally subsiding allowing you to rest and relax against the sheets, jungwon lowered himself to litter multiple kisses around your jaw and the back of your neck while you regulated your breathing.

with him still so deep inside of you, he returned his hands to your hips and began to chase his own high, finding the way you mewled in overstimulation under him so endearing. “just a bit more, princess. you can take a bit more for me can’t you?” he questioned, his breathing heavy as he felt the neediness and arousal rushing through his veins for his much needed climax, he smiled in pride when you nodded with your eyes closed against the pillows, tightening around him purposefully to hear his sharp groans and to push him further towards the edge.

“taking me in so good. such a perfect princess for me.” he threw his head back, sweat droplets rolling one by one down his chiseled abdomen and buff form between his unbuttoned white, pirate shirt. his thighs flexed as he tasted his orgasm right on the tip of his tongue, the intense sensation making him close his eyes while he thrusted against your hips that began to bounce back on him.

“fuuuccck just like that, doll.” he praised, his words making you whimper against the pillows in pure exhaustion and overstimulation, you pushed against him just a few more times before his hands stilled your hips as he buried himself deep inside of you, emptying his load and painting your warm walls white completely. you both groaned at the fulfilling sensation before jungwon finally plopped down right next to you on your royal bed.

he quickly pulled you inside of his arms, noticing the way your eyes became droopy in slumber, you lifted your leg against his hips, making him smile lovingly at the silent ask, he gently pushed his sensitive length back inside of your drenched cunt, “the princess wants me inside of her so she can sleep again?” he asked, even with your eyes closed you could hear the smile in his voice. you nodded your head as he pulled you closer towards him, allowing you to feel him as deep and as close to you as possible. just the way he knew you needed.

“sleep well my princess.” with that final fatigued whisper from jungwon, you fell asleep in his embrace with no worries about the eight proposals, the head maid or the way you were going to have to word your next rejection.

while jungwon only wondered about where the fuck jake took the head maid.

a,note. i hope this did not disappoint any jungwon girlies 🤞 & to hana i know this wasn’t our original idea for pirate jungwon, i might have to make a diff post for the one we came up with cuz i love that one too ! thank u for reading :] !

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Hi! Can you write NSFW headcanons with twins and maybe Nero about SDT/DT sex with human s/o (for Vergil it can be + his doppel, why not...)

(...maybe indulged into Vergil's part just a liiiiiiiittle bit, just a little)

(NSFW under the cut!)

Dante

Like I said in this post, Dante is most definitely down for it and that devil trigger sex is going to need a lot of prep, especially with a human. 

But after that very, very, very leg shaking prep and it gets down to the main event there is still going to be some struggle and there's no way around it but it's going to hurt. But Dante is all about making sure your comfortable all the way through so expect to be lying comfortably on your back cushioned with every pillow Dante could find in the shop as you have your legs spread and wrapped around his scaly hips as his devil form looms over top you, his large cock unsheathed and rubbing against your wet entrance. 

Once it's inside you, expect a very bumpy ride. Each thrust in you slams through your whole body and Dante's clawed hands find their way into yours. 

In this state, Dante's more likely to show more of his demonic, almost animalistic, behavior. Instead of moaning deep growls come from deep down in his chest, instead of the loving nibbles and licks he would normally give in your nights of pleasurable passion are brash licks from his barbed tongue and deep bites that if Dante wasn't in control would've drawn more than just blood. 

Reach back and grab and tug on his horns as he slams you from behind and he will completely lose function of all words.

Every dirty word he has to say to you, how tight you are, how needy you are for his cock, how much he's going to fill you, ect, all has that distortion to it and it just adds a little extra spice to it all. 

Dante HAS to be in control when he fucks you like this, but it really is hard when he sits back and watches how you struggle to even bounce in his lap with how much he fills you, he always has to keep focus on the same in control mindset or else he'll lose it and he's...really afraid with how he might hurt you with it. 

Like this, with his claws, it's kind of hard to rub and touch at your sex. One wrong move and...ow, again he doesn't want to hurt you, so he tries his best not to touch you down there, the lowest he'll go being at your inner thigh. 

When he comes, he comes hard and he comes a fucking ton load. It won't stop pouring out of you for about a good five minutes at least, once his balls are completely empty this will be the moment Dante fazes back to his human form and collapses on you. 

He doesn't fall asleep right away, it's a rule he's always had to make sure that you're doing okay and if you need anything, but it's not long before he conks out after at least giving you a bunch of kisses. 

Vergil 

So Vergil is...well Vergil so getting him to try anything new in the bedroom is going to take quite some hard relentless convincing, so convincing him to use DT in bed is going to take QUITE some work, but not overall impossible. Truth be told, Vergil never used his trigger for anything besides fighting so deep down...the thought never once came across his head (that also Vergil doesn't have that much experience in the sack anyway? You know with being trapped and corrupted in hell ever since he was nineteen and all?) But once you somehow convince him, like with Dante of course there's going to have to be a bunch of prep first. 

With his human form he'll get you ready, with his hands holding your calves back to spread you open as he buries his tongue deep in you to get you nice and prepared to handle him. 

Once he finally gets into DT he doesn't enter you immediately, with his clawed hands he'll clutch at yours as he'll rut his demon cock against you where you can feel the light prickles that go up his shaft (they don't hurt that much at all really) against your skin until you're practically sobbing for him to put it in. 

His thrusts in you are hard and deep, going the absolute deepest that you never knew possible. He has you on your back and still has your hands tightly clasped in his claws all the while he proves why he holds the dirtiest talker of all the Sparda's in your ear, which in the distorted voice of his demon form just fucking 😤👌. 

Grab at his wings and you'll immediately find yourself with him pressing your face into the mattress and going fucking feral from behind.

As you struggle to ride him, you'll feel his tail wrap around your waist and pick you up only to drop you down even harder than before. This is really great when you get so lost in your pleasure that you're not able to even move and Vergil just fucks your tired body like this. 

Like Dante, he always has to keep himself in 100% control because he absolutely doesn't want to harm you or even worse...which knowing him I don't think he'd be able to handle well. But the moment his control loosens just enough for him to pop doppelganger he's not even aware he's done it, he just keeps fucking deep into you and you're the one who physically makes him take notice of it chilling in your room. 

Again with Vergil being Vergil lot of convincing it takes to make him try new things, however when his cock is so deep inside of you and he's about so close to busting so deep inside you again it doesn't take that much to convince him to let the doppelganger join in. 

The doppelganger might be spectral, but it feels 100% how SDT Vergil does, so its cock feels just the same as its hips snap deep into you and it holds your body up by your legs, holding you with your back to it and spread open so that Vergil can make use of his barbed tongue to your sex and his hands push you down and up on your thighs as you bounce on the doppelganger's cock. 

Vergil gets progressively louder and louder with each round, so the time he's reached his limit the whole fucking side of town knows it with how fucking loud he's roaring (f's in the comments for Dante whose across the hall) He has you on your back your nails clawing desperately onto his wings for some sort of hold and this point your voice is completely gone and all that's coming from you is noises that might resemble words all telling him to go harder and faster (fucking somehow) The Doppelganger has fazed out from exhaustion at this point and the only point that Vergil focus on is getting both of you to your end. When your ends do finally hit, boy do they hit hard. 

Seconds after Vergil floods inside you does he collapse. The two of you lay there covered in your own filth from all your previous rounds and after a few breaths does Vergil recollect himself. His hair is in a mess, it has fallen down and sticking to his forehead, his eyelids barely staying open to look at you with pupils dilated, and a very smug smirk on his face that he can barely hold. 

Because aftercare is always important, after completely recollecting himself will he go get a clean rag to wipe as much come off you as he can (there's a fucking shitload of it though to a point where it's ridiculous) and gets you a glass of water to drink before making his spot next to you with you safely tucked in his arms before eventually succumbing to sleep. 

Nero 

Unlike Dante and his father, Nero hasn't had a devil trigger for very long (no his fucking stand in 4 doesn't count) so he still doesn't know how to completely use it to it's 100% capabilities. So of course with that being said, he never even once thought about sex with DT, his exact thought being that he didn't even know he had a dick with his trigger and imagine his surprise to see it unsheath out of him one day by accident. 

I think that's you're going to have to be the one to bring it up. Though after accidentally discovering that his triggered form does in fact have a (ridiculously large) dick, Nero definitely thinks about what it'd be like to fuck you with it (that being his fuel for a lot of jerk sessions when he's alone in the van) but of course Nero's not the best with...communicating feelings so even if he tried to suggest it he wouldn't be able to get the words out to even tell you, though that being said when you straight out tell him blunty that you want to ride his demon cock after chowing down a whole plate of pasta out of no where gets that same reaction from him too. Oh and it gets him very, very hard. 

After the required prep, it's a little bit awkward when the first time the two of you attempt it, even if you've done it normally countless times before. His body is just way too big in this form that he can't find the right position to place himself to where he's comfortable on the small bed in your shared room in Kyrie's apartment and also has the same problem with his wings, the hands still placed on his shoulders but the rest is still...in the way. That being said the first good thirty minutes are just finding a position like this that's comfortable with the both of you. (About half way through you just suggested fucking on the floor instead but Nero refused because he won't stand you being uncomfortable because he's fucking sweet like that)

When he finally enters you, Nero feels slightly overwhelmed. The sensation he gets in DT is a hundred times stronger than being inside of you normally that he almost bottoms out immediately inside you. After he collects himself does he slowly start to rock into you, hitting that sweet spot nice and hard going deeper than he's ever been before his eyes rolling back with each thrust. 

Safe to say things get wild very fast with clawed hands raking down your sides and his distorted voice begging for you to squeeze even tighter around him. You eventually find yourself laid flat out on your stomach as his winged hands hold your wrists together in front of you as his clawed hands grip tightly onto your hips and bouncing back onto his cock. 

Pull at that long hair of his and Nero will instantly find a new kink. 

Tell him he's a good boy as he wraps one of your legs on his shoulders and fucks you from the side and he'll have to physically restrain himself from coming on the spot. Nero has a big fucking praise kink and those two words are fucking mind switch to bring him to mindlessly blabber: "I'm a good boy," over and over like a mantra in the DT signature distortion which is icing on the cake before he comes like a geyser in you. 

Like his father he gets extremely loud once he's near the edge and he doesn't even realize it when he's doing it (once he realizes it the next morning he isn't able to look at Kyrie in the eyes for months) 

As he loudly gets to his final climax he's dip his forehead to yours, long white hair clinging to your skin in the process, to try to keep him from not being able to look Kyrie in the eyes ever again muffle out the roared shout by smothering his lips to yours as your lower half gets flooded with his come. 

Nero doesn't have the stamina to keep himself awake the second after he comes down from his high. With blue light his demon form fades away, the long white hair clinging to your sweaty skin fades away and turns into his short silver hair. His sleeping face looks so dumb with how pleased it looks even with a dumb little grin on his lips.

I hope you don't need anything because the man sleeps like a fucking brick and is tough to push off you. It's better to just take him all in and wrap your arms around his waist and conk out with him. 

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[burntmcnuggies]

Effectively Trained (1/2)

Yandere! Hawks x Reader

Warning: this story contains non-consensual touching, forced sex, mentions of serious harm and abuse, kidnapping, and excessive use of strong language! 18+ only please <3

Part Two

“He does things his own way and has climbed the ranks with lightening fast speed! In the number two spot! Winged Hero: Hawks!”

The crowd erupted in applause as the red suites hero approached the stage to stand beside his fellow heroes. The smell of delicious food, and expensive champagne filled the sensitive mans nose. As for having a bird-like quirk, the blonde had a very keen sense of smell and sight. The only thing he was focused on at the moment was the young woman sitting by herself at the table reserved for him and the other top three heroes. Her skinny arms were raised in a small quiet clap to appraise him. He smirked to himself and put his hands behind his neck, flaunting his vibrant red wings out to make himself stand out. It was impossible to miss his presence due to his powerful quirk. The announcer finished introducing the top 5 heroes supporting the charity event Hawks was currently at. Once the heroes were dismissed, he rose to the air and made a straight B-line for the woman at the table.

“Hey dove.” He called out to her, making the beautiful young woman flinch harshly and jerk around to greet him. He landed softly in front of her while people stared in awe at his large wings and glowing aura. This was the popularity of one of the top 3 heroes. He opened his arms, initiating a hug, but before he even got his arms up, she was already in his arms hugging him. His honey-colored eyes glistened and glowed with an unknown emotion. His strong arms wrapped around her, his hot breath ghosting over her ear. “Good girl. I’m proud of you.” His husky voice was suggestive and poisoned with lust. The girl in his arms shook slightly, slowly nodded her head in acknowledgment to his words. When he pulled away, his pupils constricted once he laid eyes upon a couple people staring. “Let’s go somewhere more private. So I can reward you properly.”

His voice was no longer warm and goofy. It was cold and harsh, demanding the woman in his arms to come with him immediately. She clung to his order and quickly latched onto his arm. His pupils dilated back to their normal size and he grinned cheekily walking through the crowd. “Leaving already Hawks? It’s barely just begun.” The number two hero stopped in his tracks hearing the voice of the man he admired every since he saved him. He turned his head around, the diamond studs in his ears sparkling under the bright lights. “Ah, Endeavor!” Hawks turned around and moved his hand down to tightly hold the mysterious woman by the waist. She kept her head down in Endeavors presence. The Flame hero was a clever man, and immediately, he could tell there was something odd about their relationship. “Oh! Endeavor! I’d like to introduce you to my beautiful dove, (Y/N).”

It was quick, but the woman’s head jerked up quickly, and her panicked (E/C) eyes could’ve been perceived as embarrassment, but Endeavor could clearly tell it was not that. It was fear. ‘There’s something off about her. Is it me?’ “I-It’s nice to meet you... M-Mr. Todoroki. H-Hawks is a huge fan. I-I really admire your work too... you’re a v-very respectable hero...” The red-haired man came to the conclusion that she was just shy. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Hawks carelessly flopped his arm around his lovers shoulder, tightly squeezing it with all the force he could. The woman now known as (Y/N) flinched feeling his tight grip. “I-I’m sorry! Please excuse me! I’m going to get some drinks! I-I’ll bring you some Hawks!” In the blink of an eye she was gone through the crowd, rushing towards the refreshment table. A sharp barbed feather glided across the floor unseen and jabbed into the frightened girls leg. Luckily, her dress covered it and her hair was down to cover up the frightened and pained face she was making.

“A good one isn’t she? Sorry about that! She’s a bit shy! She only likes me! That’s why we’re trynna leave so soon! I thought I’d make an appearance and earn some money for whatever this is for and head home!” Hawks boasted and flexed his wings a bit, showing off his alpha-like nature. Endeavor hummed in suspicion, looking for the girl to come back. This didn’t help the growing possessiveness inside the number two hero. His wings fluffed up wildly and his pupils contricted sharply in a threatening manner. He could feel the warm blood running down his unattached barbed feather, making his legs quiver. What a lovely feeling. “What’s with the look man? Don’t think I can land such a hottie? I’ll have you know I’ve been with plenty of smokin’ chicks. And not chickens!” His fake cheerful laugh interrupted Endeavor’s thoughts. He scowled a bit. “How exactly did you two meet? I’ve never seen her with you at one of these things.”

“We’ve been dating for about a year now. We met at my agency actually. She was looking for a job. Later I courted her and told her I would work and she wouldn’t ever have to raise a hand in the work force again!” Endeavor narrowed his eyes. ‘There’s no way anyone would willingly want to stay cooped up inside a house the whole time... he’s hiding something. It’s unlike him to be so defensive.’ Just in time, (Y/N) returned and handed Hawks his drink, lowering her head once again, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. Endeavor huffed and offered his hand out for her to take, a test of some sorts. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” The girl refused to take his hand. She kept her head lowered and clung herself to Hawks. Usually, Hawks would just laugh and make a joke for her not to be scared, but Endeavor was surprised to see Hawks holding her tightly and looking at her blankly. ‘Something’s off.’

“We’re going to head home then.” Hawks spoke suddenly, rubbing his lovers back with a small sincere smile. He downed the expensive champagne and set it on a random table. He kissed her head and moved his wings to block her from anyone else’s view. A crimson feather came from the floor and reattached to his large set of feathered wings. Unnoticed by everyone. “I don’t want to make my beautiful angel uncomfortable. See ya later Endeavor! Let’s go out sometime for some Yakitori soon! Okay?” He ushered her quickly away from the scene where the number one hero just stood there. He watched them go, his gut demanding him to follow them, that something was off, that something sinister was right in front of him. It couldn’t possibly be Hawks.

‘I’m probably just imagining things. But next time we meet, I’ll definitely get to the bottom of whatever is going on.’

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“I’m proud of you, dove. You did so well tonight.” Hawks praised his lover once they reached the security of his top level pent house suite. His eyes seemed to glow in the dim light cascading over the room from the moon. His hands twitched in anticipation seeing his beautiful angel standing before him, now completely undressed, patiently waiting for his orders. “I would like to reward you, buuuuut you got a bit too talkitive with Endeavor back there... guess I gotta punish you just a little.” It was quick, but the winged hero harshly pushed against the back of her knees and made her kneel harshly in front of him. His ungloved hand made contact with her hair, entangling his rough fingers within and yanking upwards harshly, forcing the terrified girl to look at him. “You should only say stuff like that to me. ME. Got it?”

She nodded frantically, tears building within her large (E/C) eyes. Flurries of apologies burst through her lips and onto his deaf ears. He thought actions spoke louder than words. Her next actions would determine if the punishment needed to go further or not. Over the past year, it had been his goal to break her mind into being his obedient little pet. He had taken her out to his office only a couple times, but when she ran and pleaded for help from one of his sidekicks, his “training” became more intense. The pain became too much for her malnourished and fragile body to handle. Her mind slowly began to crack. “You know I don’t accept apologies that way my beautiful dove. Use that mouth for something else other than talking.” She knew what he was implying, and hastily began to unbuckle his belt.

His training paid off. He was in complete and total control over this woman. HIS woman. His lips spread into a sadistic grin and he let out a throaty chuckle, sighing in pure amazement at how well he had done. “Look at you, desperately wanting to suck my cock for my forgiveness. I’ve trained you quite well haven’t I angel?” He pulled back a little bit to plop on the couch, watching with lustful eyes as the woman of his dreams quickly followed after him on her knees and got between his legs. She nodded anxiously and fearfully, worried that if she took too long to respond, he would go through another “training” session with her. “Hmm... hey... remind me again what I did last time to make you mind so easily. I tried out a bunch of different methods than last time. I just wanna know... what works best for you angel.”

He reached down and grabbed her hands to stop her from continuing, waiting for her answer to his question. He already knew the answer, he was only testing to see if she remembered what punishment he gave her last time she went against the rules. “You uhm...” She stuttered, trying her hardest to remember the punishment she was given last time. Over the year, he had given her hundreds of punishments, and over 50 “training” sessions. There was a large difference between Hawks’ punishments and training sessions. Punishments would only last a little while, maybe a few hours. But training sessions lasted days, even weeks. She had to remember all of the rules he had set in place for her, or else she would be punished and go through the same session again and again until she never forgot.

Rule 1. Always love Hawks

Rule 2. Always support Hawks

Rule 3. Hawks is your favorite hero

Rule 4. Always listen to Hawks

Rule 5. Hawks loves you

Rule 6. Hawks will always protect you

Rule 7. No talking back to Hawks

Rule 8. Don’t look at anyone besides Hawks

Rule 9. Hawks knows what’s best for you

Rule 10. Don’t think of anyone besides Hawks

Rule 11. Don’t talk to anyone besides Hawks

Rule 12. Always comfort Hawks

Rule 13. No make up

Rule 14. Don’t smile at anyone besides Hawks

Rule 15. Only leave the house WITH Hawks

Rule 16. Tell Hawks “I love you” every day

Rule 17. Call Hawks if someone touches you.

And the list went on, and on, and on, and on. The rules were hammered into her brain for days. Morning time, Hawks would take his feathers and penetrate the skin on her back, making her repeat the rules every time a feather pierced her now scarred skin. Then make her repeat it again when he pulled them out. While she was home alone, he tasked her with writing down the rule over 100 times to make sure she got it. Then we he came home, he would review her work, demand her to tell him the rule, and depending on that, he may let her eat and sleep. Everyone looked at Hawks as the friendly, carefree, boisterous, and fun pro-hero. However, (Y/N) knew the dark side of him. The possessive side of him that refused to let her go, let her speak to anyone else but him, anything really. Everything had to be him.

She snapped out of her gruesome thoughts of her last training session and shakily looked back up to see Hawks patiently waiting for her answer. “You... p-put your feather... through m-my tongue... b-because I s-said... I felt b-bad for... B-Best J-Jeanist...” He nodded and scratched the stubble on his chin. His lower lip stuck out and he smirked. “Ah! Now I remember perfectly... the taste of your blood when I kissed you felt so good. Should I do it again? I’m feeling pretty punishy today.” (Y/N)‘s face drained color immediately and she hastily began to unbuckle Hawks’s belt, hopeful he would forgive her.

Rule 41. Blow Jobs for forgiveness.

“Looks like I burned that rule right into that pretty head of yours huh? They always say I’m too fast for my own good... what do you think dove?” His sinister yet carefree grin unnerved her and she shivered harshly under his gaze. She didn’t know how to respond. After being with him for a year, she was still wary of his mood swings. He could be so friendly and nonchalant the first minute and the next he’s cruel and cold. What answer was best? “I.... I think you’re perfect just the way you are Hawks... fast or not... y-you are... perfect.” That was a good answer. She inwardly applauded herself for coming up with such a great answer. Hopefully he would punish her less right? “Perfect huh? You always know how to make my heart flutter don’t cha dove? But I’m not letting you off that easily.”

Her body stiffened.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you behave around me. It’s quite suspicious. Even Endeavor back there was gettin’ a little too curious about our relationship.” Her hands halted, his pants now loosely hanging from his hips, his arousal clearly evident by the bulge in his grey boxers and the slight stain from his sticky pre-cum. She regretted the moment she looked up to look into his golden eyes. His pupils were slit, and he wore a grin, a crazily sinister glint within those once warm eyes. “It’s startin’ to piss me off a bit ya know? It hurts my feelings my baby bird isn’t being honest with me. After everything I’ve done?” He laughed and spread his large wings out, towering over her and blocking her only heavenly source of light. Her gaze was locked on the only thing she could see.

Those horrific glimmering eyes of his.

“No I want you to be honest and tell me everything you’re feeling right now.” Suddenly, a hand forced its way onto her throat. The unexpected movement knocked the breath from her lungs, and the restricted force placed around her windpipe only made it harder. Her mouth shakily began to open, but closed immediately, fresh hot and salty tears already beginning to stream down her already dampened cheeks. “What? Don’t wanna be honest with me baby? I thought you would’ve remembered that rule...” He pouted in disapproval. In a sudden flurry of panic and fear, she pushed his hand away, stunning him into silence as she recited the rule. “Rule 21! Always be honest! Rule 6! Hawks will always protect me! A-And rule 5! Hawks will always love me! Rule 27! Everything Hawks does is for me! And I’m always grateful! Rule-“

“Woah there tiger! Didn’t need ya to tell me every little thing. But I’m glad you remember so much. I’m honestly impressed.” His wings retreated against his back, and he raised his bare hands up to softly pet her hair. His precious dove lowered her head slowly, accepting his praise silently. “But you still aren’t being honest with me. I want you to tell me how scared I make you. How you’re so scared about what I might do that you’ll never leave. That you’ll always be beside me!” His voice was getting desperate, and the way his ash blonde eyebrows furrowed showed her his frustration was seeping through. She shakily exhaled, heart pounding harshly against her chest. “I... u-understand... your want to k-keep me here... you’re... l-lonely... and mentally exhausted... I... love you Keigo... I just... don’t... like how... you hurt me... that... terrifies me.”

His pupils shrunk hearing his first name come from her lips. He searched deeply for any lingering signs of dishonesty, but found none. What she said was genuine. She was scared of being hurt by him, but knew deep down how fucked up his life had been despite being such a popular hero. Having to play double agent, keep up two different personas and stress about not getting found out by the other organization. “...Rule 5.” He said sternly. His voice was cold and void of emotion, which was strange and unnatural for the usually bubbly winged-hero. Blonde bangs covered his honey colored eyes, hiding the truth from her. (Y/N) flinched and quickly recited the rule. “Rule 5... H-Hawks will always love me.” A smirk stretched across his face, and he raised his head up, his eyes shimmering with possessiveness and greed. A red glint shined within those bird-like eyes, and he grabbed her hands, placing them on his hips again. “Please me. Pleasure the fuck out of me dove. Do good... and I might let you go out tomorrow —with a feather of course.”

All of a sudden her mood lifted, and she smiled widely at his proposal. “R-Really? Y-You mean it Keigo...?” He gave her a lopsided grin and nodded his head confidently. His wings spread while he laid back against the sofa, comfortably adjusting himself so he could get a perfect view of his little lover. His avian eyes watched carefully as her delicate hands moved over his pants, pulling them down just a bit. The large H on his belt hung loosely to the side, making the belt a bit heavy. Hawks deployed his feathers to make his wings smaller and slipped his jacket off, only being left in his tight fitting shirt with gold accent lines and a diamond. His wings came back to life quickly, slightly fluttered as he got them reattached. “Your... wings are very... large and b-beautiful.”

“They’re all for you baby bird.” He commented flirtatiously. His eyelashes were exceptionally long, and those dark markings near his eyes made his eyes only pop and glow in the moonlight. His large wings created long and intimidating shadows, shaking up his forced lover. She shook her head quickly and focused her attention back on the task at hand. Her cool fingers slid across the fabric of his boxers, a heavy blush settling on her face. She leaned closer to his hips, her (H/C) hair falling to rest against the top of his clothed thighs. (E/C) eyes looking up innocently to see what reaction his smooth face held. He was watching intently, his stern eyes demanding her to continue. Her throat bobbed slowly and she gently pulled down his boxers, clenching his loose pants in embarrassment watching his arousal slap against his abdomen.

“Ahh... come on baby, don’t tease me like this. Hurry up and swallow my worm birdie.” He cooed, throwing a very gross sounding bird pun in. A shiver crawls up her spine sharply, her brain finally taking back control of her fingers. The smooth skin of her fingers folded over his steamy cock, running along the vien on his underside. In the background she saw his bare hands clenching the cushions of the couch tightly, his forearm stiff. He was restraining himself, and clearly it wasn’t working too well if he had to go through all that. “Stop. Fucking teasing me.” He ordered in a raspy hoarse voice, struggling to even get a sentence out. His cock twitched in her smooth hands, aching and throbbing, begging to be touched and engulfed by something warm and tight.

(Y/N) closed her eyes and leaned forwards, pressing her lips gently against the head, before her tongue slid over the vein and she took him into her mouth. “Hah... fuck, deeper.” The hand previously on the couch came to tangle into her once beautifully curled hair. His reluctant lover flinched and squeezed her eyes shut tighter, letting his hand guide her. His nails dug into her scalp, some of her hair being pulled out by the roots at his strong grip. There was a very arousing wet sound bursting into both their ears from the activity both adults engaged in. The pro hero had his head on the back cushions, panting heavily with his wings tightly folded against his back occasionally twitching and shivering. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yeah... just like that dove. Hah fuck, your mouth is so damn amazing! Haha! You can take me all in can’t ya? Argh... only one way to find out right?”

The girls eyes widened in horror and the hero slammed his impressive length down her throat, his strong hands pushing on her head as hard as he could. “Ugh! I feel yer teeth! Open that beautiful mouth wider for me dove!” Her mouth was at its limit. Her jaw was aching, her throat being stretched, her nose buried within the curly mess of musky smelling hair near his V-line. Her eyes burned with tears, head throbbing, pussy dripping with fluids, her lungs clawing at any ounce of oxygen they could find. She was incredibly lucky she got over her gag reflex early on into their “relationship.” He jerked her head back, her nostrils stretching to catch even a small amount of air to satisfy her lungs, only to be slammed back down repeatedly. “Didn’t- Ngh!- know you could go this deep! Fuck! Haha, you’re gonna make me c-cum soon~”

His calloused hands from years of hard work shoved her head back and forth wildly, refusing to stop his relentless face-fucking. His movements increased, and his panting and moaning had only gotten louder. “Ahh~ hah! Yeah baby! Come on!” He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and growled out lustfully. His husky voice shamefully making his baby bird’s love parts ooze with arousal. His keen nose could smell it from a mile away. Suddenly a soft feather came under the woman on her knees, harshly rubbing against her sensitive clit. Two more came to push against her nipples with the softer part of the feathers. “That’s it b-baby! Ahh yeah you dirty little slut~ getting wet while sucking me off~ haha! Agh... yeah... lemme know when you’re close, I-I wanna cum in that pretty pink damn pussy. And it’s all mine. Ohh... it’s all mine.”

His low husky growls only made the sensations better. (Y/N) was now struggling to maintain the fast pace he forced on her. The adrenaline pumping through her veins with the only thought in her mind was not getting hurt, she pushed through. “Haha! Ohh~ you’re mine. Fucking mine...” He growled through grit teeth, his avian eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into the mouth of the woman of his dreams. His eyes traveled just a bit south and caught a glimpse of his soft red feathers harshly grinding against her nipples, making her squirm in discomfort and desperation. “Nghh~ haha! Fuck! Fuck baby bird~ my cute dove~ my god damn angel... I’m gonna fucking cum. Hurry, hurry get on the couch.”

In a flash he shoved her head back, not even giving her a second to even breath before hoisting her up and slamming her down on the couch. His rough hands found her legs quickly, spreading them apart and getting between them. He hastily grabbed his hard cock and immediately shoved it inside her aching and unprepared womanhood. A flash of white hot pain shook her whole body. Her fingers were tingling and the breath was knocked from her lungs. He was a monster. Relentlessly moving himself in and out of her like she was some kind of toy. His play thing he could bend, break, use, and throw away whenever he pleased. But she was his favorite toy, his most prized possession. No matter how broken, or bent, or lost, it was his.

And he would kill anyone if he ever lost his precious treasure.

“Haha! Ohhh... oh, yeah. It’s been a while huh baby bird? You okay dove? You can take my cock soooo good can’t you~? Right?” His flirtatious groans echoed in the large space of his penthouse living room. His wings spread widely, fluttering slightly at all of the lewd attention his sweet sweet cock was getting. Squeezed so firmly by unprepared walls of squishy muscle, enveloped in a warm and comforting feeling of love. He couldn’t have been any happier at that moment. His lover on the other hand, “Y-Yes H-Hawks!” Her mouth was left hanging open, her eyebrows scrunched together tightly in pain. Her cheeks were painted with salty streaks that cascaded to her chin and left drops on the couch.

“No... hah, no Hawks. Say my name. My name that o-only you know.” He was setting her up to make himself lose control. They both knew that whenever (Y/N) would say Hawks’ real name, the bird-quirked hero would lose control and turn into a complete animal. The girl underneath the presumed hero could only sob in pain and fear, conflicted on what to do. Have her captor cum inside of her and possibly force her not to take plan B, or be brutally hurt for disobeying his orders. On the slim chance Hawks would let her take the pill afterwards, she succumbed. “K-Keigo! Keigo! Kei! Kei! Kei-.. g-go!!!”

“FUCK DOVE! Yeah say it more! Goddamnit! Fucking say my name! You’re m-mine! Ahh hah! My pretty bird! A-All... mine...” His large hands slid over her slim waist, malnourished from his constant punishments and paranoia if she gained too much strength she would attempt to rebel against him like she did when she first got here. She began to chant his name desperately, almost screaming at the top of her lungs to satisfy him. “Rule 5, 1, and 19. Say them.” He demanded, not faltering in his movements. His fierce golden eyes stared upon her, watching intently as he made her cute breasts bounce. Her body being shoved back and forth aggressively to satisfy his burning hunger. “Hawks will a-always love me!” She sobbed out, struggling to even get a sentence out. She opened her blurry eyes to look at him, biting her lip harshly to stop crying. “I-I will always love Hawks! And we will do a-anything for each o-other!! Keigo please! Please!”

“Good girl! Fuck! I’m gonna cum dove!” His screwed up mind perceived her pleas as a sign for him to push her over and make her reach her euphoric orgasm. In reality, she was begging for him to stop. Stop his assault, stop his forceful touches. She could practically feel her body shutting down. Her heart and mind mentally checking out. Her emotions become hard and stone-like. Death would be better then spending another second with this man above her. She flinched feeling something warm flood about inside of her, ears barely picking up on the breathy gasp that came from the number two hero as he finished himself off. Her mind began to wander back to how all this even came to be.

So naive.

So stupid.

So blind to the true nature of the number two hero, Hawks.

Her eyes slowly fluttered closed, feigning being asleep in hopes she could escape to another world. Alas, that world faded the moment he opened his mouth and took away all her concentration. “Wore out already, huh? Guess I need to feed ya more, dove.” She was lifted into the strong hero’s arms, carried carefully back to his bedroom like she was the most fragile thing in the world. She knew of the pro hero’s past, how lonely he was. Even though she hated him to the core for everything he’s done to her, she couldn’t help but pity him. “But you know I can’t feed you too much or you’ll try to leave me again. You remember, baby?”

No response.

He sighed blissfully and leaned close to her, gently brushing her hair out of the way and listening to her soft breathing. “So fucking beautiful. You still manage to take my breath away. I trained you quite nicely. You behave so well... I couldn’t ask for a better girl. Although... when I first saw you I knew you had to be mine.” She tensed under his calloused fingers smoothing over her face. He knew she was awake. He wasn’t an idiot. “Rest baby bird. My sweet... sweet fucking dove. You mean the world to me. And I would kill. Anyone. That would try to take you away from me.” He smirked and pressed a kiss to her head. She slowly opened her eyes to look at him, seeing his warm smile full of genuine love. “Your eyes are so beautiful, (Y/N). Everything about you I love but your eyes... they’re your most beautiful feature.”

“...thank you, Keigo.” She whispered. He chuckled and crawled into bed beside her, pulling her body close to his. Large red wings spread widely, slowly coming down to cover them both as protection, and reassurance that his precious angel wouldn’t escape. She moved close to his chest, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into his bare chest. “Rest. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow, going out on your own without me. You must be excited.” He always gave her these fishy questions. It was like he was testing her to examine her commitment to him. She swallowed a little and smiled. “A-A little... I’m g-going to buy groceries, ch-chicken, your coffee... a-and some p-plan-B...”

“Still weary of barring my chicks? That’s alright. It’ll all change soon dove. Once I achieve my dream, I’ll take you far away, start our family, and marry you.” He smirked down at her sleepy state. His large hands combing through her soft (H/C) hair. ‘Maybe we can start over, and you can love me without being forced.’ He thought to himself. I’m honesty, he disliked hurting her, but he couldn’t control his rage sometimes. In his childhood, all he had was an Endeavor toy. His favorite toy. Now he had (Y/N), and she was his new favorite toy, his treasure really. He needed to hold on with a death grip and not let her go. Not let go of the only good thing going for him at the moment. “That sounds n-nice... I-I’m sorry I’m v-very tired... g-goodnight Keigo... I-I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses her head. “Just don’t forget the rules while you’re out.”

[blackvelvetwriteson]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐓

                                     (  ~ Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Gender Neutral                                                                                                       Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: Smut. Filthy, Disgusting, Grimy Smut.                                                                  

FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT! This particular fic has tones of CNC (Consensual Non Consent) but it’s KNOWN that both Reader- Chan and Hawks are on the same page when it comes to this sort of thing. This is very aggressive and loving at the same time so just be warned about that. Other than that, I don’t think anything else needs to be reported. PLEASE let me know if anything triggers you and I will be sure to not write anything like this in the future.

SUMMARY: This is a headcanon of Hawks in rut. There’s GOING to be a part 2, so just be aware of that.

WORD COUNT: N/A because this is a headcanon/imagine

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

You both had the same shift that day so of course you both came home together.

You both had seemed exhausted to no end but Hawks was definitely zapped, but he was a little different.

You unlocked the door intending to take a shower, make dinner, and then catch up on anything you needed to, humming softly to yourself as Hawks followed.

You were about to speak before you were stopped and gripped by the neck, pushed into a kiss as he pushed you into the wall.

You grunt softly before it finally clicks and you let him dominate you, gently pushing the door before he grabbed your hand and pinned it against the wall.

The door didn’t close all the way, surprise surprise :|

You open your eyes a little to find his eyes hungrily peering down at you causing your heart to leap in your throat.

You also notice that his wings are high and defined behind him vibrating, a couple of loose feathers falling from the bunch.

The vibration of his wings casted an eerie low whirr around you as he started to bare his teeth a little feeling his cock get hard against you.

You close your eyes a little and look down but he tilts your chin up so you can’t look away, his hips grinding hard into you as he lets out one of those hoarse shaky breaths of his right by your ear.

You, who was already aroused a little before, pressed your thighs together and pressed his bulge in between them which made him arch his back, shudder and thrust into you hard, pulling your hips against him which created a loud mack that elicited a chesty moan from him.

You found his moans to be quite appealing and they made you even more horny every single time you heard them. He, of course, used it against you all the time, especially in the most inappropriate times.

By this point, you’d have figured out that he was in rut and a sly smirk washed over your face.

You knew that during Rut, he loved to indulge on his “bird of prey” instincts. He always loved a fight and you both knew each other’s boundaries so well that nothing had ever really went wrong before.  

He leaned in to kiss you and you swiveled your head away from him causing him to growl lowly and take you by the throat, sucking on your earlobe causing your knees to buckle.

“Not so tough now are you, Baby Bird,” he growled, pulling you closer, marking your neck up with his teeth.

You tremble as you feel his teeth teasing your sensitive areas and you took one of his hands, sucking on his finger, rubbing his bulge, your eyes challenging his.

He lets out an airy moan as his eyebrows arch, biting his lip as he started to grind into your hand, his forearm now pressed against the wall, all of his moans spilling out of his mouth right into your ear.

You shudder and push against his bulge, pushing him away, nibbling on his finger as you pull away.

“Come. Here,” he growled out as he bit his lip, licking over the same fingers that were just in your mouth.

“I don’t think I want to,” you lie and walk away, shaking your ass in his direction as you walk away.

Again, there’s that eerie hum of his vibrating wings again his hand loosening his belt a little before his hand disappeared into his boxers, squeezing and stroking at his cock as he leaned against the wall.

“If you make me chase, y-you I’m g-going t-to f-face fuck you s-so g-goddamn ha-hard,” he moaned out as he continued to please himself, his hips bucking into his hand. “Y-You’re not going to be able to t-talk for a f-fucking w-week and a half,” he threatened already looking like he was about to cum, his eyes half lidded and his cheeks reddened.

“Oh no… A good face fucking from my daddy? W-What a tragedy,” you tease more, sitting on the bed, twirling your fingers in your hair as you watch him jerk himself off.

Suddenly you see a spark behind his eyes and you get a little nervous.

“Don’t fucking touch yourself,” he growled out in a small moan before starting to stroke himself faster,

For some reason, watching him with his shirt halfway off of his shoulders and his hands down his pants was a little hotter than if he were to have his cock out in the open for you to see.

His feathers started to fluff up and his breathing hitched as he leaned against the wall, his head tilted up as he broke into a fit of deep, chesty moans, his wings trembling as they became more pronounced.

At his feet, there was a pile of soft red down feathers, but somehow you were a little more focused on his trembling legs, his breathing and his expression sounding like he was about to cum.

Of course, you press your thighs together and groan out softly, grinding against your bed, letting out soft groans.

“I s-said— F-Fuck~ D-Don’t move!” He looked back down at you as he started to slowly thrust into his hand, his strong hips mimicking those deep strokes he gave to you that you loved so much, his teeth clad on the collar of his shirt, even on the brink of release still looking smug.

You suddenly formed an idea of your own that might’ve pissed him off, but you were pissed that he decided to get off without you, making you horny and not being able to do anything about it.

“K-Keigo,” you whimper, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “P-Please! I’m sorry, I’ll be a g-good b-baby bird, please… P-Please f-fuck me…”

You put on the most innocent, needy voice you could and knew that your plan was in motion once he took his hand out of his pants with a soft groan.

You spread your legs for him and he stood in between them pushing you back on the bed, trying *again* to give you a kiss.

You squeak softly when you’re pushed back on the bed and when he tries to kiss you, again you look away and try to push him off of you.

Once again, you both have a safe word and neither of you said it, so he continues.

He pulls your hips against his throbbing bulge and you whimper out loudly as he growls into your ear.

“G-Get off of me!” You tried to squirm and wiggle around, trying to push him off, trying to fight away.

“You’re gonna take me like a good baby bird!” He growled as he thrusted his hips hard against yours causing you to moan and cry out.

You moved to hit him and he just grabbed your wrist pinning you to the bed.

“Tell me how fucking bad you want me, baby,” he moaned into your ear, growling as he slowly rolled his hips into yours, his face looking a bit drunk because of the power he held over you, his eyes dark and malicious while also still loving.

“No! E-Eat shit Keigo,” you cry out trying not to give in to his cock twitching against your sex.

“Don’t make me rip those pants right off of you baby,” he threatened, his hand clenched tight around the top of your pants, pulling at your pants.

“D-Do it then! You’re the b-bird of prey r-right? Hm? So d-do something!”

He did as told with a challenging smirk, plucking one of his own feathers, cutting them off of you.

“W-Wait! Kei-“

He mocked you as he slid his pants and boxers down his legs just enough to be able to thrust deep inside of your tight little hole.

As he did so, you arched your back and all of that fight you held before suddenly melted away into a sea of moans and whimpers watching as his sharp eyes preyed upon you.

“Fuuuccckkk~ How does it feel? H-How does it feel knowing you do this to me, hm? Take responsibility baby bird,” he teases you as he immediately deals you deep strokes, pushing his strong hips into your hole ready for him to use and abuse all night.

Still, you want to be bratty so you slap him which makes him hold you down with one hand, the other hand thrusting hard into you, his wings flapping a little as they stiffened and he gave another throaty moan.

He was usually a sensitive person, but during rut his sensitivity absolutely skyrocketed and you couldn’t do anything but try and hold your resolve not to break.

You could see the pretty light behind his eyes so you dig your nails into his shoulder and he growls quietly as the tips of his wings flutter and quiver by how you squeeze around him.

You grab one of his hands and suck the precum from his fingers making his jaw drop and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his fluid hip thrusts melt into something choppy but still rough and pleasurable.

You knew that his hands were the most sensitive besides his ear and his collarbone.

“F-Fuck baby bird,” he moaned out trying not to cum, his breaths heaving as sweat washed over his forehead.

You smirk and bite on his fingers and then deep throat them causing him to practically yelp out in pleasure, his cock twitching inside of you.

“Like this, daddy,” you ask as he stares down at you with your lustful eyes as the saliva strands connects your lips to his fingers.

“Y-Ye-ah,” he moaned out as he tried to keep from passing out.

He loved how tight you were around him, the way you looked with your fingers down your throat and the way your moans felt around his fingers.

You knew you had the control now, so you push yourself against him and clench down as you nibble on his fingers.

I w-want you to cum inside of m-me! Please daddy,” you tease as you felt him harden more and he was about to cum right then and there.

“I d-don’t w-want t-to-“

And right after that, he came, his eyes widening as he thrusted into you hard, his feathers casting that almost cinematic murmur through the room before standing up pronounced as if he were putting on a show for someone. He looked pronounced, curved over you, his fingers going deeper into his throat, a panting mess, his eyes sleek and slender, his trembling feathers still having that soft hum.

Luckily for him, being the territorial fuck he was, the neighbors COULD see you. All of you. And everything that’d just transpired.

The door wasn’t closed all the way.

The windows were open.

But upon further inspection, however, there was one *neighbor* watching just a little too closely. Your friendly neighborhood villain, Dabi.

[cafedanslanuit]

Sure! I loved writing these, hope you like them <3 Also, here’s the Dabi + Shigaraki relationship headcanons SFW & NSFW

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Keigo would want your relationship to stay hidden from the media and the Hero Public Safety Commission. They have access to almost everything he is, does and owns, so he rather keep them away from you. He wouldn’t want them interfering with something he really cares about.

Your relationship with him grew organically, there was no formal question asked. You had kept bumping into each other at random places, so after thinking you were very attractive, he asked for your number. You thought it was a joke because why would the Numer Two Hero actually give you his real number, but hey, that same night he texted you. Months after him stopping by your place to eat take out and chat about everything and nothing, he kissed you.

You did your best not to interpret his kiss as anything more than that but a couple of weeks of kissing later, he referred to you as “his girl” once he was teasing you through text and you just knew.

His favourite kind of dates is sitting on your living room floor and eating take-out (preferably something with chicken). You chat until it’s past midnight and then go to sleep or watch a movie until both of you do.

Keigo’s favourite sleeping position is him on top of you, resting his head between your neck and chest. He loves when you fall asleep caressing his wings. He also likes sleeping on his side, but his arm always ends up in a strange position when he tries to spoon you.

He loves making playlists. He has a playlist for almost every occasion. Once, you were sitting down on the floor after having dinner and he suddenly asked you to dance. You expected some silly music, probably the one you would hear at a nightclub, especially when he turned the lights off, the only light coming from the moon peeking through your open window. You were pleasantly surprised when he pressed play and took you in his arms, slow-dancing to probably the corniest but also most beautiful playlist you’ve ever heard. Your love for him only grew when, after a bunch of songs, you took his phone to pause it and realized Keigo named the playlist after you.

Has a habit of sending one of his red feathers flying through the sky until it reaches your always open living room window. It’s a reminder he’s thinking about you even if he’s not around and you always smile whenever you find one of those.

While on public he’s always smiling, agreeing to selfies and signing autographs, his social battery tends to drain out when he’s at your place. Sometimes he wants to be with you, but he doesn’t really want to talk. He’ll just watch TV on the couch or take a nap on your bed. You’re more than welcome to join him, though, but please don’t talk. He just needs to feel you there without the need of having to fill the silence with words.

It’s very important you understand both of his sides. It’s not that his Hawks persona is entirely fake, he really likes making cheeky comments and teasing you until your whole face is burning. But he also lives a very complicated life, not only as a hero but also because of the way he was raised, to serve the Hero Public Safety Commission and do what he’s told to do. Behind his TV smiles, there’s a kid who lost his childhood and one of the things he loves about you is that, with the small amount of information he’s managed to tell you so far, you’ve understood the depth of his character and learnt when to give him space and when to cuddle him with a big grin.

Keigo’s philosophy is always oriented to the greater good, so he has a problem with putting himself first. His choices will always go to which one will bring peace to the world in the most immediate manner. That’s one of his main issues when you two start dating. You’ve taught him that is okay to choose himself from time to time, but it’s difficult to change what he’s been taught at such a young age. This will lead to him missing dates or taking on missions he doesn’t really want to do just because the Hero Public Safety Council tells him to do so.

One of your favourite bird-like characteristics of him is the fact that Keigo likes to collect little items from each one of his favourite dates with you. He has a drawer filled with folded-up receipts, a couple of taps of soda bottles, the extra disposable chopsticks the restaurant had accidentally sent you the first night you ate together at your place, a pen from the hotel where you two had spent a night under fake names with the help of a wig and the tape you used to hide Hawks wings under a trenchcoat. You sometimes wonder if your missing earrings are there as well.

Your least favourite one is the fact he’s always up at ungodly hours of the morning, no matter which time he went to bed. He’s learnt to stay on the bed until you wake up, though. Sometimes, he will wake you up with a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulder. Other times, he will find a more creative way...

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Yes, you guessed it. There have been times where you have woken up, feeling Keigo’s erection grazing the back of your thighs. When you do, you tend to turn around and kiss him, but sometimes you decide to play with him a little. You will play-pretend to be asleep, trying to cover your smile when Keigo, quickly catching on, jokingly laments you’re still asleep. “Aw, I wanted to play with my baby bird” he will say, softly playing with your nipples and leaving small kisses on your shoulder. “Too bad she’s still asleep. Maybe… there’s a way I can wake her up…” he says, as he slowly pushes himself inside your already wet core.

Keigo only has to modes: animalistic, rough sex or quiet, caring sex. There are times he’s going to take you on all fours, his fist grabbing your hair from behind and other times he will lay between your thighs, grunting against your neck, his hands settled on your waist as you circle his hips with your legs.

There are a lot of fun times, though. Sometimes you’re riding him while he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and one bad movement bends his cock. You both groan at the pain as you quickly remove yourself, but end up laughing so much it takes a while before you can resume your previous activity. He also never lets you forget the time you accidentally fell off the bed while he was taking you sideways and thrusted particularly hard.

One of his favourite things to do is sitting you on the kitchen counter, kneeling between your thighs and eating you out. He loves leaving you hanging, stopping just before you’re about to come and have you beg him to bring his mouth back on you.

Keigo also really likes overstimulating you. Once he lets you come, he’ll keep his mouth on your folds, wanting to see how many times he can make you come.

He’s all up for pleasing you. He really liked when you comfortable enough with him to tell him what kinks you wanted to try out. You set out a whole night for exploring. It started with spanking and somehow it ended up with you dropping hot wax on his chest. Even if most of the things you tried out didn’t stick, it was probably the most intimate night you two had, laughing when you discovered the wax had stained your sheets and him accidentally swallowing the Halls candy he had on his mouth while eating you out.

I can see Keigo being really into role-playing. He especially enjoys situations where he’s in control and you’re more than happy to give it go him. You haven’t experimented too much into this, but he definitely loves face-fucking you, seeing the tears running down your cheeks.

One day, you were coming out of the shower and felt really confident in how you looked. Knowing you had a date with Keigo that night, you snapped a nude photo of yourself kneeling with your legs wide open on your bed in front of the mirror. You grinned to yourself when you got a text back: “fuuuuuuck. you’re a whole course meal, baby. can’t wait for tonight”. Your giddiness stopped when that night, as you opened the door for him, you saw a bruise on his forehead. Concerned, you asked him about it, only to laugh loudly when he explained he had crashed into a lamppost when he opened your message.

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It’s Not That Bad, Right?

Prompt: Feel free to write this prompt (or not)- Merlin is cursed and turned into a dragon/wyvern. Arthur commands him to stay in the forest until they figure out how to change him back, but when Merlin senses that Arthur is in danger during a tournament in the City arena, he flies in front of everyone to rescue him, proving how willing he is to protect Arthur even if it means putting his life at the mercy of a shocked Camelot and angry Uther. Also Merlin breaths fire and is BAMF as a dragon.

Thanks for the prompt, babe! 

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Pairings: Merthur, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Warnings: none. Merlin’s a little shit but what did we expect

Word Count: 3511

 Okay, Merlin’s gonna take the blame this time. This one’s on him. Definitely. No two ways about it. He’s big enough to admit he screwed up. He is! This one’s definitely on him. Absolutely not a question about it.

 In his defense, what was he supposed to do when he saw a sorcerer with a magic circle around a dragon’s egg chanting ominously as a bunch of storm clouds formed overhead, not run into the middle and push it out?

 Yeah, as if.

“Merlin!”

 Well, it sure hurt like hell, that’s for damn sure. Merlin can feel his teeth chattering against themselves as energy courses through his body, into through his fingertips and out through the top of his head, sending bolts into the ground, through his legs, through his chest. Something reaches deep beneath him and pulls, stretching him like putty. His throat screams in a soundless roar until he registers that, oh wait, that deafening noise is coming from him. Huh.

 “M-Merlin?”

 Why does Arthur sound unsure? Merlin’s fine. Merlin’s so fine right now. Everything is so fine and good right now, what’s wrong? Merlin turns around to say that, yeah, it’s alright, prat, he’s fine, no need to sound so nervous, only his head seems really really heavy right now and since when has his neck been that long?

 “Sire, stay back! I don’t know what’s happened!”

 “Stay low to the ground.”

 “One of these buggers wasn’t enough, huh?”

 Oh, are there more sorcerers? Merlin turns his—why the hell is his head so heavy?—head to look, scanning the trees for more sorcerers.

 …that’s funny, why is he suddenly higher? And where are his arms? Or his legs? Or…

 …oh, bollocks.

 Merlin sighs, only to realize that hey, you guys remember that dragons can breathe fire, right?

 “Get back!” Oh, there’s Leon. Merlin wondered where he got off to. “I don’t know where you come from, beast, but you must leave immediately.”

 “Beast,” Merlin mutters, “how rude.”

 It’s worth it for the way Leon’s arm drops dead to his side. The knight’s mouth gapes up at him. “Merlin?”

 Merlin’s gotta get used to this freaking head. He looks around at himself, tests his four feet—claws? Paws? He doesn’t know—and flaps his wings experimentally. “Pretty sure. Just, er, a little different?”

 “A little different, he says,” Gwaine mutters from Arthur’s other side, “Merlin what the hell have you done now?”

 “I think,” Merlin says, testing out the words in his new mouth—so many teeth—“I’ve been turned into a dragon.”

 “Stellar observations there.”

 “How is this possible,” Lancelot murmurs, the only one of the knights who dares step closer, close enough to rest his hand on Merlin’s flank. Wow, he’s tiny. “Merlin, did—did you do this?”

 “Why would I do this?”

 “You are dramatic,” Lancelot says, winking up at him.

 “Hey!”

 “He’s not wrong.”

 “Thanks, Gwaine.”

 “Alright, alright.” Arthur sways on his feet, looking every bit about to faint, except he grits his teeth and puts his sword decidedly at his side. “Merlin’s a dragon. Sure.”

 “In the flesh!”

 “I think you mean in the scale,” Elyan adds helpfully.

 Arthur glares at him, only to glance around and see Lancelot happily petting Merlin’s scales, Leon looking him over like he does the new armor, and Gwaine sauntering over to a stump and sitting down. He cocks his head and looks at Merlin, before shrugging and pulling out a waterskin. Even Percival and Elyan look a little nonplussed.

 “Are all of you just—fine with this?”

 Gwaine shrugs. “Hardly the weirdest thing to ever happen to us, is it?”

  “Merlin is a dragon!”

 “And not too long ago Gaius was possessed by a goblin.”

 “Don’t forget the manticore,” Percival supplies.

 “Oh,” Lancelot calls, “and the immortal army!”

 “And,” Leon says, “let us also not forget, Sire, that Uther once was married to a troll.”

 “Wait, he was what?” Gwaine leaps up indignantly. “Why have you not told us this story?”

  “Enough!”

 Merlin doesn’t sigh, but he does exhale noisily through his nostrils. While Arthur prattles on about respecting the king or some such nonsense that he’s sure only Leon is really listening to—and then it’s only out of politeness and because he’s heard it a thousand times—Merlin fidgets.

 Scales itch, did you know that? It feels like he’s wearing scratchy clothes that don’t fit right on his skin. He huffs, trying to keep the smoke to a minimum, scrubbing his legs and arms along the ground to try and get some relief. When it doesn’t work, he flops his head down with a resounding thump, out of the way of any of the knights. Wow, his head is the size of Lancelot.

 Lancelot, of course, because this man is the definition of unflappable unless it comes to Gwen, simply smiles and reaches out to gently stroke the ridge between Merlin’s eyes. Merlin rumbles gratefully and nudges Lancelot with the tip of his nose.

 “Right there, hmm?” Lancelot pats him a few more times.

 “He’s not a horse, Lancelot,” Leon says with a smile.

 “No, he’s a dragon.”

 “He is sitting right here,” Merlin grumbles, “thank you very much.”

 “So you can still talk.” Gwaine downs the waterskin and saunters over. “Can you fly?”

 Percival glances at his back. “He’s got wings, doesn’t he?”

 “Can we ride him?”

 “Gwaine!”

 “What? You lot were thinking it too!”

 “I’m going mad,” Merlin hears Arthur say faintly, “I’m going mad because my manservant is a dragon and none of my knights seem to care.”

 “Oh, we care,” Gwaine says, “this is the most interesting thing that’s happened in a while.”

 “Merlin appears to have his wits about him still,” Leon murmurs in an effort to soothe Arthur’s nerves which, honestly, Merlin’s a dragon, so that’s fair, “and I do not believe Merlin is likely to attack us.”

 “Merlin trips over his own two feet when he’s only got two and he’s the size of a string bean,” Arthur mutters, not taking his eyes off of him.

 “Oi!”

 “It’s true and you know it.”

 Merlin hides a smile, partly because he doesn’t want Arthur to see he’s happy, and partly because he has no idea what dragon smiles look like. Kilgharrah didn’t really smile. But the banter seems to have calmed Arthur down a little, at least enough to walk up to Merlin and look at him. Properly.

 Merlin lifts his head, just so they’re eye level, and waits.

 Arthur hesitantly reaches a hand out.

 Merlin holds his breath.

 Arthur’s hand clenches into a fist and he turns away.

 “We’ll have to find a way to fix this,” Arthur mutters, stalking back toward his horse. “Back to Camelot. We speak of this to no one except Gaius.”

 “You just want to leave him here?”

 “If we brought a dragon back to Camelot, my father would have all of our heads. And Merlin would be killed. Or chained up.” Arthur shakes his head firmly, already back on his horse. “We tell no one.”

 “So what do we do then,” Gwaine yells, “just abandon him out here?”

 “He’s a dragon,” Arthur says, “I’m sure he can fend for himself.”

 Something pinches inside Merlin’s chest as Arthur turns away. He growls, ignoring Lancelot’s concerned look as he straightens, his head turning to look down at his massive chest. It aches, like something in him is reaching for the end of a rubber band that just won’t snap back.

 “Merlin?”

 “I’m fine,” he manages, testing out his body again. He’s definitely not used to having six limbs, let alone wings. “I’ll figure it out.”

 “We will find a way to change you back, old friend,” Leon promises, “you will not be stuck like this forever.”

 “Might not be the worst thing in the world to be stuck as.”

 “All the same, we will try.”

 “Thanks, Leon.”

 Leon nods deeply, mounting his horse and setting off after Arthur. The other knights do the same, each bidding Merlin farewell. Lancelot is the last to leave.

 “Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to stay?”

 As tempting as it is, Merlin shakes his massive head. “You might get hurt. And Camelot might, er—“

 “Since when have I listened to Camelot over listening to you?”

 In response, Merlin nudges him—gently!—with his nose back over to his horse.

 “Alright, alright,” Lancelot laughs, “I’m going.”

 Still, Merlin can’t help the dull ache of loneliness from settling in his chest as Lancelot disappears into the trees. He looks around. This clearing is nice. It’s just large enough to fit him comfortably. He can lie down—which he does—and curl up with his tail tucked around his legs. He has a tail, does that mean he has seven limbs now? Does a tail count as a limb?

 Oh, the ground feels really nice on his sides. Can he—he can roll to his other side too. Oh yeah, that’s fun.

 Merlin spends several minutes just rolling around on the ground, letting his wings splay out a little and flap to the sides, stirring up little storms of dust and dirt. He ends up on his back, his wings splayed out, looking up at the dark sky. His eyes drift closed and he rumbles happily.

 He isn’t sure how much time passes but his wings are starting to get a little sore. He grunts and rolls.

 …only to rock right back.

 He tries again. No luck.

 Maybe if he flaps his wings, he can—nope. The other side maybe? Oh, nope. Nope, that’s not it either.

 He’s stuck.

 How undignified. Good thing there’s no one around to—

 “Young warlock?”

 “No,” Merlin groans, shutting his eyes and instinctively going to cover his face only to remember that he’s got dragon legs and that’s not going to work. “Go away.”

 “No, young warlock,” comes the voice that is definitely laughing at him, “I don’t think I will.”

 Merlin opens his eyes. Sure enough, there’s Kilgharrah, who looks way too happy. Merlin gives up and lets his limbs hang uselessly. “I’m stuck.”

 “I can see that.”

 “…how do I get unstuck?”

 “You roll, young warlock.”

 “I’ve tried that!”

 “Well, then you must not’ve tried hard enough.”

 Trying to roll over and failing miserably in front of the Great Dragon is possibly one of the most humiliating things you can do. Especially when you’re exerting yourself because you’ve never had a dragon body before and you’re making all sorts of embarrassing grunts and squeals. Merlin doesn’t recommend it.

 Eventually, Merlin stops, panting and looking back at Kilgharrah who looks all too pleased with himself. “Are you just going to stand there?”

 “Did you need something?”

 “Help me!”

 “All you had to do was ask, young warlock.”

 Merlin wisely bites back the many insults on his tongue and rolls again. This time, Kilgharrah sticks his nose under the flap of Merlin’s wing and pushes him over with a graceless thump. Merlin shakes himself.

 “Thanks.”

 “But of course. You know I live to serve you.”

 “Have you gotten more sarcastic or have we not spoken in a while?”

 “That is an answer you must seek for yourself.”

 “You’re still as vague, good, I was beginning to think you were some other dragon.”

 “There are no other dragons,” Kilgharrah says softly, suddenly growing serious, “at least…there were no other dragons.”

 He inclines his head, moving with a grace that shows unlike Merlin, Kilgharrah understands his body.

 “What happened, Merlin?”

 Merlin explains.

 “That was very brave, young warlock.”

 “You can say stupid.”

 “That was very stupid, Merlin.”

 “Yeah, well.” Merlin kicks a rock next to him. “What else is new?”

 “I must say,” Kilgharrah muses, looking him over, “you are not an unhealthy dragon.”

 “That is…a compliment? I think?”

 “Well, typically when it comes to anamorphic magic, it does not perform…nearly this successfully.” Kilgharrah nudges Merlin’s wing with the tip of his snout. “I suspect it is because you are magic that you have transformed so completely.”

 “And also why I’m still able to talk?”

 “Precisely.”

 “Great.” Merlin snuffles a little. Wow, he can smell a whole lot more. “So how do we fix it?”

 “Unfortunately, anamorphic magic is…temperamental.”

 “Okay, so I can still speak normally, which means it’s not a dragon thing to speak in vague stupid cryptic sentences. Speak normally.”

 “Your tongue is still as sharp as ever.”

 “Well, now that I’m not a tiny human anymore—“

 “Most humans are tiny.”

 “Kilgharrah.”

 Kilgharrah sighs. Ooh, he’s gotta show Merlin how to do that so he can still sigh. He misses that. “It will take time. From what you described, the spell was not completed, which means it will only last as long as the magic holds.”

 “And how long is that?”

 “Perhaps until the next full moon.” That’s only a week and a bit away. That’s not so bad.

 “So what do I do until then?”

 “You never did learn how to hunt with Arthur, did you?”

 If you told Merlin he would be spending a week with Kilgharrah learning how to be a dragon and actually enjoying himself while doing it, he would have laughed, slammed the door in your face, and muttered some spell to make you trip as you walked away.

 And yet, here we are.

 Merlin does always insist that they stay close to the clearing. If someone comes back, he doesn’t want them to worry. Kilgharrah just shakes his head and tosses him another deer. Merlin can sigh now! That’s nice. His body doesn’t feel so itchy all the time either. His head doesn’t feel like a ridiculous weight anymore. His wings feel right. It’s not bad, this whole being-a-dragon business.

 There’s still something wrong though.

 That pain he had in his chest when the knights first left hasn’t gone away. It feels like he’s missing something. Sometimes when he lies down he rests his head on the ground too, tries to press his chest to the earth as much as possible. See if there’s something he can slot back into place. Nothing ever works.

 Kilgharrah, for once, isn’t being cryptic when he says he genuinely doesn’t know what’s wrong. But he does rest his head on Merlin’s back. That feels nice and warm.

 He doesn’t trust himself enough to try and breathe fire.

 Two days before the spell is supposed to wear off, the pain spikes. In an instant, Merlin crumbles to the ground and whines. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

 “Merlin,” Kilgharrah rumbles, at his side in an instant, “Merlin, what is wrong?”

 “M-my chest, I can’t, I—it hurts—“

 “Where is it coming from, young warlock?”

 “I just told you—!”

 “No,” Kilgharrah says sharply, “where?”

 Merlin opens his mouth to snap back when he feels a line in his chest yank taut.

 Oh.

  Oh.

 With two flaps of his wings, Merlin is airborne. The line pulls him over the trees, out of the forest, toward the castle in the distance. Camelot.

  Arthur.

 Of bloody course it’s Arthur. What else could it be? As he flies, Merlin racks his brain trying to think of what’s happening, what could be hurting Arthur, what’s going on—

 Right. There’s a bloody tournament going on.

 What is it about tournaments that make every single magic-user with a grudge against Uther come out of the woodwork?

 …well…

 There’s the arena. People are fleeing in droves. Merlin tucks his wings and dives, thankful to the lessons Kilgharrah gave him. He spots Arthur, he spots Uther—

 He spots a wave of soldiers in black armor surrounding Arthur on all sides. Their blades gleam in the light. Magic crackles around them. Arthur is bleeding.

  Not on his watch.

 Merlin opens his mouth.

 A dozen soldiers melt away like dew as he bathes them in fire, the black armor vanishing. Another dozen vanish as torrents of flame spill from his throat, mouth open in a righteous scream. Arthur whirls around to look. His cry of surprise is lost in the roar of the dragon’s wings. Uther’s face is pale. Another jet of fire incinerates the knights as Merlin lands with a thud in front of Arthur.

 A knight charges him. Merlin whips his tail around and swipes four of them off their feet. Another one launches a spear at him and lodges itself in his wing. Merlin cries out and lunges forward. The armor tastes salty. The other knight is torched before he has a chance to throw the spear.

 At his side, Arthur seems to snap out of his stupor, brandishing his sword and fighting off one of the last remaining knights. Merlin gets his snout underneath another and throws him into the distance. He swings his head around like a hammer and slams two more into the arena wall.

 The last one—well, he just screams at the last one.

 It seems to do the trick; the armor falls apart in a series of heavy clanks.

 Merlin stops, panting heavily. There’s still a spear lodged in his side and it burns. Arthur is safe. That’s all that matters. Arthur is safe.

 “…Merlin?”

 Merlin turns his head, his head hanging low. Arthur stands there, covered in blood, but alive, and holds out his hand.

 Merlin lays his head on the ground and closes his eyes.

 Arthur reaches out.

 A soft glove lands on Merlin’s cheek. Rubs his scales softy. Merlin purrs.

 “Hello, Merlin,” Arthur murmurs, too quiet for anyone else to hear, “welcome back.”

 “Kill it!”

 Ah, yes, right. Uther.

 “No!”

 Arthur’s cry forces Merlin’s eyes open, spotting Gwaine, Lancelot, Leon, Percival, Elyan, all writing spears and javelins away from other knights. A sharp pain comes from his side and he turns to see Arthur trying to pull the spear out. He has to brace his foot against Merlin’s side to get out. Arthur tosses it away and holds his hand over the wound. Thankfully it seems like it just lodged in between two scales, Merlin’s not bleeding too much.

 “Father,” Arthur pants, “Father we can’t kill it.”

 “It’s a dragon, Arthur!”

 “And it just saved our lives!”

 “It’s nothing but a beast,” Uther snarls, seemingly regaining some of his composure as he spews his hateful speech from his comfortable box, “mindless and hungry. It will kill us all!”

 “Does it look like it’s about to kill us?”

  No, no it most certainly does not, thank you very much.

 Arthur glances between the two of them, before leaning in close to Merlin.

 “Fly back to the clearing, we’ll meet you there.”

 Merlin turns his head. Arthur stares at him insistently.

 “Go!”

 He takes off, hearing Arthur’s long, fake cries about how they will chase after him, slay him, for the good of Camelot. He smiles and lands in the clearing. Kilgharrah is gone. Well, that’s kind of to be expected, isn’t it? He thinks a message of gratitude, hoping it will reach him, wherever he is. He doesn’t get a verbal reply, but a warm spark of magic spreads over his damaged scales and he smiles.

 Sure enough, the knights crash through the brush a few moments later, Arthur scrambling off his horse and up to Merlin.

 “You,” he says, grinning breathlessly, “are an idiot.”

 “Idiot dragon,” Merlin corrects, “who just saved your arse.”

 “That was so cool,” Gwaine crows, “you—“

 “Yes, yes,” Percival mutters, “you’ve been saying that since we left.”

 “They’re a bit excited, Merlin,” Lancelot chuckles, “forgive them.”

 “…it is pretty cool,” Merlin admits.

 “Are you hurt?” Arthur glances over at his side. “You were hit.”

 “I think it’s healed up pretty well.”

 “We, er, weren’t able to find a way to fix you.”

 “I think it’ll wear off by the next full moon.”

 “How would you know?”

 Merlin gives Arthur a look that’s definitely just a rip off of Kilgharrah’s. “I know many things, young king.”

 “You stop that right now.”

 “So,” Elyan muses, “two days?”

 Merlin nods.

 “Camping trip, boys!”

 Gwaine’s holler makes the rest of them laugh and they quickly go about setting up camp. Merlin bows his head to carefully light the fire as the knights make themselves comfortable. It’s not so bad, actually, out here in the clearing with them. Arthur leaning up against his chest, Lancelot by his side. Leon tosses him a large chunk of meat as Percival watches. Elyan double-checks his side and pronounces him all clear.

 Yeah. Being a dragon isn’t so bad.

 “I get a ride before you turn back, right?”

 “Gwaine!”

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Mizar the Mediocre, Chapter 2

Alcor gets a summons from a strange Mizar. Maybe there's still something to recognise, here.

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 There were no rolling green fields to speak of at this golf course. A grey, squat building lounged across the side of a parking lot here. It had a flickering open light, a man smoking by the entrance, and a strangely-painted sign that might’ve indicated it was the place to go for mini golfing if the background and text hadn’t been neon green and neon yellow, respectively.

 “We’re here,” Ashley said, and then: “Or maybe not. It looks like it closed ten years ago.”

 “Closed? Nah, the open sign’s on!” Mart hopped out of the car. “Race you to the doors, sweetie!”

 “What? Dad, I’m not-” She watched him take off running for the building. “Gonna race you…? Okay, cool. Good talk.”

 Alcor snorted. She shot him a slight grin.

 “My dad’s ridiculous, seriously.”

 “Aww, he’s trying.” He watched Mart stumble up to the smoking man, pant a few times, then try and offer a high five. The man walked away fast. “We’d better go get him.”

 “Yeah, before he- oh, stars, he’s dancing now. Come on, demon guy.”

 A cloud of scratch cards billowed out as Alcor opened the car door. He took a moment to check his face in the mirror before following Ashley - brown eyes? Check. Rounded ears? Yep. Was he missing anything else… Oh, wings! Better stash those away for now.

 “Alcor, you coming?”

 “Yeah!” He quickly caught up with Ashley as she reached her dad. “Hey, uh, maybe you guys shouldn’t be calling me Alcor, um, in the course. That’s a demon name, might freak people out.”

 “I mean, it’s not exclusively a demon name,” Mart said. “I knew a dude called Alcor once. Cool guy. Said his parents were Twin Souls fans - wait, were you in that weird movie about-”

 “No!” He snapped. “Okay, we’re doing a fake name-”

 “Martin!”

 “That’s your name.”

 “Yeah buddy, we can be name twins!”

 “How about Dee?” Ashley gave him a sly grin. “Last name Mon.”

 “Heh, very funny, but-”

 “Sam Onion! No, no, how about… I. P. Freely! Hehe, no, seriously…” Mart scratched his goatee as he stared at Alcor’s suit. Then he snapped his fingers and said: “I got it, I got it!      Mr Monopoly!”  

 “No. I’m not going in there as Mr Monopoly.”

 “Aww.”

 “I’ll just stick with Tyrone, okay?” Alcor hesitated. “Or… Dipper. Dipper Pines.”

 Ashley raised an eyebrow. “Pines? That sounds kinda familiar-”

 “Dipper Pines it is!” Mart reached over and gave him a clap on the back. “Nice to meetcha, my absolutely totally human friend! Now, would you perchance care to ye olde join us in the game of thy most miniature of golfs, good sir?”

 “I can ditch the suit if you’re gonna talk like that.”

 “Aww, Al- I mean Dipper!” He chuckled. “Caught myself there. Anyway, team, let’s play some mini golf!”

 With that, he threw an arm around Dipper and led him in through the front door, and… Dipper couldn’t help but smile at that. The comfort this Mizar already had hanging out with him, the warmth in his voice calling him Dipper… It was nice. Really, really nice.

 “Hey, this is a party! What you think of the tunes, Dipper?”

 “Oh, my stars, Dad. Don’t dance. Don’t-      Dipper!”  

 “Huh?” Dipper blinked, and suddenly registered the raging techno music inside the building. “Oh, this is-”

 “This is what the kids listen to, right!” Mart bumped Ashley with his hip. “Come on, Ash, let’s raise the roof!”

 “Ohhhh, my stars, I’m not associated with you.” She let out a startled giggle as she hid her face. “Dipper, help. Make him stop.”

 “Can’t stop, never gonna- ow, my shoulder.” Mart rubbed it. “Right, not supposed to raise you over my head… what were we doing again? Oh, yeah, mini golf! Where do we start putting?”

 “Probably over there.”

 Alcor pointed at a desk just off to the side from the entrance. It was a little hard to see but for the neon lights striped across the front. A few sections were flickering, making the whole thing an annoying distraction; it was hard to tear your eyes away and see the lady behind the darkened counter, or the unlit pricing sign above her head. Even Dipper had to squint as they walked over.

 “Looks like… seven dollars a head.”

 Mart jumped. “Seven dollars? That’s… uh… three and seven…”

 “Twenty-one dollars for all of us.”

 “Twenty-one dollars!”

 “Uh, you okay paying that?” Dipper reached into his own pocket. “I can probably-”

     “No! No no no, I got it! Twenty-one dollars is, uh, nothing to me, seriously!” He popped his dressing gown’s collar and strode on over to the desk. “Let me do the talking. Hi! Hello? Ma’am?”

 “Huh?” The lady looked up. “Oh, a customer! Hello, sir, would you like, uh, a day pass?”

 “Yes! I’ll have three, thank you!”

 “Okay, that’ll be twenty-one dollars.”

 “Wow, that’s a real good price! A steal!” With a grin, Mart reached into his wallet and slid a couple bills across the counter. “I can do you one better, though. How about… three dollars?”

 The woman just stared at him for a second. Somehow, the pumping music in the background made the silence even more awkward.

 “Um… sir, are you trying to haggle with me?”

 “Mmmmaybe?”

 Uh, well, I’m just here to work the register. So… that’ll be twenty-one dollars?”

 Ashley groaned. “Dad, just pay the money.”

 “Okay, okay! You drive a hard bargain, ma’am. You’re a strong, independent - I respect you! I respect you so much, I got the money… rrrriiiight…”

 Dipper could feel a hand pushing its way into his back pocket. With an eyeroll, he materialised a wallet.

 “...ooooooverrrrr- here!” Mart brandished it with a triumphant grin, and popped it open. “There’s - only twenty-one dollars in here?” He looked over to Dipper with an expression of genuine concern, and put a hand on his shoulder. “Dipper… you doing okay, buddy?”

 “No, I’m fine, Mart. I’m-” He shot a look at the cashier. “I don’t need money, okay? It’s on me-”

 “No, no, I’ll get this-”

 “Mart-”

 “I insist! I’ll put it on… this card - here you go, ma’am. It’s fine.” He gave Dipper a one-armed hug as he handed his wallet back. “You don’t need to thank me.”

 Dipper watched the cashier hesitate for a long moment before swiping Mart’s card. It went through, and she slid it across the counter.

 “Uh, alright, then… you’re all good, I guess.” She backed away. “I’ll get your clubs.”

 While she disappeared into a store room, Mart turned back to Dipper. “You know, if you ever need a place to stay-”

 “Dad, he was trying to tell you. He’s a demon.” Ashley pressed her face into the counter. “You didn’t have to go and make a scene, he probably could have just paid.”

 “Oh.”

 “It’s okay,” Alcor tried for a smile. “It’s, uh, very nice of you to offer, but I have my own place.”

 “Really? Where?” Mart’s grin came snaking back. “Does it have a couch someone could theoretically sleep on?”

 “Um, sorry Mart, it’s just a field in the Mindscape. It’s got a bunch of sheep in it, that’s kinda it-”

 “SHEEP!”

 Mart yelled that loud enough to startle the cashier as she came within earshot again. Alcor cocked his head.

 “Do you… not like sheep or something?”

 “No! I mean, I like ‘em, I wish ‘em well, but they scare me a little, I’ll be honest!” He rubbed his shoulder. “Maybe it was just the ones at that petting zoo I worked at, but they’re mean little fluffballs, I tell you! With sharp hooves, and, well, they’re weighty under all that wool, and- oh, you’re back! Hi, ma’am!”

 “Um,” the cashier blinked several times. “I have… your clubs?”

 “Ooh! Are you ready, team?” Mart clapped his hands together. “We’re going golfing!”

[captainchrisfics]

Gaps Between Us

About: Chris Evans and a first person pov narrator have an age gap, sparking a controversy in the public eye, some tension among the MCU cast, and quite a bit of trouble in paradise. Thankfully, RDJ is always there to save the day.

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“Evans, quit hogging the bread!” Jeremy Renner called from the other end of the table. It was quite a stretch to accommodate so many people, almost the MCU’s entire cast was present. Nobody could turn down a dinner invitation from Robert Downey Jr. including Chris and I. We sat together, close to the rest of the original Avengers, even though I was a newer addition to the franchise. Being included at a table of thirty or so of the biggest names in my field was immensely inspiring, the kind of awe-struck moment that made me feel like I was a part of something so much bigger than myself. Robert’s after filming dinners were often like that. 

Chris laughed as he picked up a roll, chucking it to his friend like a football. “If you hit the chandelier, I would’ve hit you harder,” RDJ chastised, shooting my boyfriend a playful side eye. Chris laughed harder as he waved a dismissive hand at Downey, insisting he didn’t need diamonds hanging from his temporary home’s ceiling anyway.

He slung an arm around my shoulders, stretching his fingers to grasp the side of my chair. “You aren’t gonna defend my honor, babe?” Chris asked me with faux disappointment and a cocked eyebrow. 

I rolled my eyes and reached for my glass, taking a slow sip before responding, “No, you deserved that one.” I didn’t take my eyes off Chris as his face contorted with an incredulous expression and I reached behind his back to high-five RDJ whose hand was already waiting for mine. 

“Wise move,” Robert quipped. Chris shook his head before returning to his plate, letting the Iron Man actor win this fight. “I learn from the best,” I countered, shooting RDJ a wink from across Chris’s lap. Over the course of this last film, the older actor and I had developed one of the closest relationships I’d ever had with a co-worker, second maybe only to my boyfriend. RDJ managed to take me under his wing and somehow I’d found a way to keep tagging along. We understood each other in a unique way, almost like we operated on the same wavelength, which was invaluable around someone as charismatic and unpredictable as Chris Evans, as much as I love him.

“You’re gonna regret that later,” Chris promised under his breath, a gruff tone only I heard. I kicked him under the table, insisting that it was all in good fun. “So,” Brie Larson said as she joined the group, dropped her plate from the make-shift buffet on the table next to mine and pulled out the chair beside me. “I’m sorry to talk shop, but I’ve got to tell you, I loved your work during the funeral scene today,” she professed, squeezing my hand with sincerity. Scarlett, who sat opposite of me, nodded in agreement as she added between bites, “Not to date myself, but I don’t think there’s a lot of actors your age who could pull off subtle, intense emotion like that.” 

I blushed, staring down at my plate to avoid all of the eyes I felt on me. “Oh, thank you... I appreciate that, but I  was just doing my job,” I shrugged. I was the youngest at the table by far, which could definitely be intimidating at times. Knowing my colleagues turned friends respected me and what I did just as much as I admired their work meant more than I could properly thank them for. “You all set a standard I only hope to match,” I added, squeezing Brie’s hand back.

“No, no, don’t bullshit these hacks,” Robert interjected. “I mean, sure, she was convincingly grieving my loss of life. But I expected more from the rest of you. Where were the theatrics? The professions of love now lost? The waterworks?” He shot pointed looks around the table at everyone who was present for Tony Stark’s funeral. Everyone laughed as Gwenyth Paltrow raised her hands in defense as she jokingly protested, “I had a little girl to be strong for.” “Really though, you did so great today,” Chris brought the conversation back to me as he paused devouring his meal to place a kiss on my temple. Down the table, someone groaned in objection to the PDA, which sent a heavy stone to the pit of my stomach. I felt Chris grow tense as well, always more self-conscious of our relationship than I was.

Our age difference made everything that much more difficult. It gave the media access to more insults to throw in their click-bait titles, contributed to the intense scrutiny the public eye had to offer in our line of work, and was always in the back of our minds. Not because we felt like there was anything wrong with it, but because other people did. If you asked any gossip site reader, Chris was in the midst of a mid-life crisis and I was a gold digger looking to capitalize on his vulnerability. Never mind that we were both perfectly of-age adults or that the same people used to praise our friendship all over the internet before they found out it was a little bit more.

“Relax Mackie,” Sebastian Stan teased from that end of the group, around where the groan came from. Seb had a teasing tone, shoving our friend’s shoulder jovially. Especially with them being some of the closest people to Chris on set, I’d gotten to know Anthony and Seb pretty well. Enough to know that they were only kidding, but that they sometimes didn’t know when to stop. I knew Chris inside and out though so when his ears perked up and his head followed the noise, previously furrowed brow raising as if to dare them to continue, I could tell you there would be trouble. “Her age isn’t on the clock anyway. That’s the thing, right?” Stan teased.

Chris smiled wryly with downcast eyes, watching as he spun his glass. Mackie laughed harder, the force of which threw him back in his chair as he prodded Sebastian’s chest in praise. “Just barely,” he shot back between breaths. The two chuckled one last time before the joke died down and they joined the rest of the cast in other topics of conversation. Chris didn’t seem to realize though, with the way he sat so tensely still like he’d draw more negative attention if he moved a single muscle.

I didn’t know the kind of pressure a few years could add until it burdened my chest every time a reporter brought it up on the red carpet, tugged down my soaring heart whenever we held hands in public and I caught people staring, weighed heavy on my mind when I noticed Chris grow as uncomfortable as he was now. All because of a little peck and a murmur that probably lost its original meaning among the translation of our anxieties.

Around us, the conversation amongst the original Avengers shifted to what everyone’s next projects would be now that Endgame’s filming was coming to a close. Chris, usually the most boisterous of the bunch, sat quietly as he shoved broccoli about his plate. His arm that had been wrapped around me sagged back to his side. His leg bounced rapidly like a revving engine, ready to run. I reached to squeeze his hand as a sign of comfort, that I was here and happy to be, knowing that the thought his nerves spiraling rapidly out of control in his head was never a good thing. As soon as my fingers brushed his, Chris pulled away so harshly he shot up from his seat, jostling the table unintentionally and grabbing everyone’s attention.

“I’m uh…” he scratched the back of his neck, skittish eyes bouncing between everyone staring at him. “Gonna go grab a beer. Anyone want anything?” Chris recovered, smooth enough not to raise suspicion if you weren’t within range of the anxious energy radiating from him. Soon, he stepped away from the table with everyone’s requests and escaped to the kitchen, leaving an empty chair in his wake. My eyes dropped to meet Robert’s across the space Chris had been occupying, just as wide with worry as I imagined mine were with eyebrows nearly through the roof. 

“I’ll make sure Chris doesn’t fuck up that tall order,” RDJ said with an effortless nonchalance I envied, clasping his hands together as he stood. He turned to me with peaked eyebrows as he added, “Why don’t you join us, kid? Takes a few actors to screw in a lightbulb.” I accepted Robert’s outstretched hand and trailed behind him, following Chris’s footsteps until we found him bent over the kitchen island, fingers gripping the quartz so hard his knuckles were white. “Why does it have to be such a big fucking deal, huh?” he spit cynically. Chris’s face scrunched up with furrowed brows and a tight lip as his eyes, firey with misplaced rage, burned holes through Downey. “Seriously, please enlighten me. Why does everyone else who isn’t a part of this relationship give such a massive shit about it?” His voice stayed quiet as to not raise the others’ suspicion, but by the strained veins in his neck and steely look in his eye held his anger instead. 

“In and out, buddy,” Robert said as he clasped a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “You know those bozos didn’t mean anything by it.” Chris snapped that it wasn’t about that, that this was much bigger than them, and I knew he was right. “That’s the problem,” he growled. “Nobody means anything by it, they’re just trying to get clicks on their articles or attention on Twitter or laughs at our expense without stopping to think the kind of shitty strain it puts us through.” Chris slammed the beer he’d grabbed on the countertop hard enough that, if it’d been opened, it would’ve created another mess for us to clean up. He was turning red and I could almost hear the tea kettle coming to a boil in his stomach, the steam ready to burst from his ears. I don’t think I’d ever seen Chris so mad.

I stayed glued to the entryway, holding my own hand behind my back as I rolled from my heels to my toes. I watched Chris nervously, not exactly sure what to do or how to help. Really I was the cause of the problem. How could I possibly offer a solution? And then, as much as I hated myself for even thinking it, the only way to fix this occurred to me. 

“We could split up, you know,” I proposed so quietly I hoped that between Chris’s angry ragged breath and Robert’s attempts at rationalizing with him they wouldn’t hear me. But they did. Their eyes snapped to me as Chris’s face fell, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hung open, all softened by sadness. RDJ threw up his hands, shooting me a look with wide eyes and tight lips as if to say he already had enough to deal with sans me joining Chris on the ledge he was trying to talk him down from.

“Don’t say stupid things like that,” Chris scolded with a shake of his head. His shoulders sagged from their previous position taught with anger as he slipped into a state of confused heartache. He could deny it all he wanted to, but that was the only way I saw out.

“Well, I certainly don’t want to but...” I bit my lip, searching for the courage to continue with Chris giving me pleading puppy dog eyes worse than Dodger’s. “But this is just too much. All of it, all of the articles and speculation and hurtful things being thrown our way because of our relationship, it’s overwhelming.” Even when he was puffed up with rage before, I felt smaller now. Measly compared to the giant bumbling toward me as he shoved past Downey, wrapping huge arms around me like a shield, though I wasn’t sure who he was trying to protect at this point. 

“You’ve got enough on your mind with your career, any relationship is a lot. Let alone one with our age gap. I know how much you hate the things people say. I just... I think we need to quit while we’re ahead and end on good terms before you start hating me, too. And if it’s what’ll make you happy then-” I spoke into his chest though I was sure he could hear me loud and clear, words suddenly snowballing out of me, gaining strength as the momentum grew with every tumbling syllable. I had to spit them out before I couldn’t. Before I changed my mind and picked what was selfish instead of best for Chris’s sake. And then he cut me off.

“Darling, I told you to stop talking nonsense. You make me happier than anything,” Chris was quiet with calm now, his angry energy redirected to dragging me back to earth when I felt so far away from him. “I could never ever even imagine a world where I felt anything less than love for you,” he paused to press a long kiss onto the top of my head before speaking again. “Let alone because of some stupid rumors and the opinions of people who don’t matter to me a fraction as much as you do.”

I melted into Chris, relishing in the way he radiated the excitement of an entire football stadium just when their home team scored the winning touchdown. How he smelled of deodorant I didn’t think anyone else wore and the liberating, fresh air of the mountains when you’re the only one there and something I still couldn’t identify anywhere else that wasn’t in his embrace. It was just Chris. And the way his beard scratched my skin as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, the fact that I didn’t mind was so uniquely Chris as well. In fact, I’d miss it. He pressed gentle kisses into my collarbone as he rested his forehead on my shoulder, little wishes that I’d take back what I’d said. I was ready to push him away and tell him that this had to be it when it occurred to me just how much I’d miss him, but I couldn’t keep putting Chris through all of this stress just for me.

“I mean it,” I asserted though it was half-hearted, tears buried finally rising to the surface. I knew I had an ocean of them waiting inside of me, tossing and turning with my tumultuous emotions, but I had to stop the tide from rising. At least until Chris wasn’t around anymore. “We need to break-“

“No,” Robert finally cut in, dropping a gentle hand on one of each of our shoulders. “No, you don’t. Don’t say the b-word,” he repeated like he was trying to ease us out of a trance. Pity laced the soft circles he rubbed our backs. I turned to look at him, keeping an ear to Chris’s chest to prolong the comfort I found in the steady thump of his heartbeat. “The second you allow the public eye’s gaze to start changing your relationship is the second you lose yourself to this job. I can’t stand by and allow you two to lose each other too,” Downey continued, though his soft eyes stayed on me. 

Then he turned to Chris with a harder look of determination, really trying to drive his point home. “Anyone who knows you at all, Evans, knows that you’ve been looking for something like this for a long time.” I felt Chris’s grip tighten around my waist, not nearly ready to let me go any time soon. I knew Robert was right. Even though I hadn’t known Chris for all that long, we got along better than I did with anyone else before. It was like we’d known each other forever even when it’d only been a few weeks and I figured, with Chris’s age and his eagerness to settle down, he’d been waiting even longer than that. “Don’t let it slip away because of other people’s opinions.” Chris nodded against my shoulder, still holding me close as if I’d run off, which I guess I tried to. “If you can’t follow your heart and tell anyone else who has something to say about it to fuck right off thank you very much, then I don’t know who could,” Robert finished with a confident smile. I thought it was funny, like he was trying to make it rub off on my boyfriend. 

Chris nodded, hesitantly at first and then faster with more assuredness as what his friend said sunk in. “Now, get it together and realize that you’ve got a solid foundation with each other. I’ll be damned if you let it crumble over Mackie and Sebastian being dumbasses.”  Robert smirked at us, his usual sly spark returning to his eye. “Start thinking with these a little more,” he paused to poke Chris’s chest just above his heart. “And using these a little less,” Robert said as he tapped my temple. 

Chris stretched an arm around Downey, pulling both of us right to his side. “Thanks,” he breathed out, almost like a sigh of relief. “Don’t know what we’d do without you,” I told Robert, patting his shoulder with gratitude. “Yeah, yeah,” he brushed us off, pulling away from Chris’s embrace as well. “Tell me how much you love me later.” He took a few steps toward the fridge and started pulling out cans of almost everything under the sun, somehow miraculously remembering what everyone ordered when Chris wasn’t even paying attention despite being the one who asked. “We better get all these drinks out there before there’s a riot,” he said, grabbing as many as he could and sliding the rest to Chris and I. “Or worse,” Robert paused dramatically, shoving the fridge closed with his hip. “More jokes.” With that, he turned and left Chris and I standing alone in the kitchen. 

Chris rolled his eyes as he turned to me, reaching for my hand. He played with my fingers for a second, watching our hands as they pressed against each other one digit at a time, before locking them together. “You know I love you a whole lot more than how mad I am at everyone else,” he said with more sincerity than I thought he could muster. It seemed to be all the honesty the world had to offer. I grinned a smile that stretched so far it made my cheeks hurt even more than the blush burned as I nodded and said with just as much integrity, “And I love you even more than that.”

Chris reached to wipe the remainder of my tears with his thumb as he shook his head and drew in a tight breath, feigning contention. “I don’t know about that. It’s like, so much for someone who was about to end things a minute ago,” he joked. Chris gathered so many drinks in his arms there weren’t any left for me to carry. 

I stretched to flick his ear anyway, all but stomping my foot in protest. “I love you a hell of a lot, Evans. So much I was about to end things for your own good,” I argued with a pointed look even though it was pointless. He already knew my heart hadn’t been in it, the problem was that I’d been listening to my head just like Downey said.

He jostled the cans so they all sat in one arm before slipping his free hand into the back pocket of my jeans. “Let’s go show the world just how much then,” Chris laughed as he bent down to press a kiss into my temple, happy to still be by each other’s sides as we joined the rest of the Marvel cast.

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[ryan-spinel]

CHAPTER TWO

“Perri's Letter and Spinel's Revenge”

It was another boring day at school. Today I avoided Steven and Connie, at least until things cool down. Now Perri and I are walking to her house, later going to see Lexi. I suggested we go right after school, but poor Perri had a meltdown when that phone addicted bitch Sophie teased her about liking Lexi. Saying “A spaz like you can't date someone like Lexi Joel. You have a better chance at hooking up with your catnapping psycho of a friend.”

I would have said “go fuck yourself and stuff your mouth with a dumb jocks cock.”But I kept silent to avoid more trouble. Even though she's a threat to my relationship with Steven, she went too far attacking my wittle buddy. After today, she will pay.

“So. How you feeling bud.” I comforted

“A little better Spinel, thank you, for walking with me.” Perri lamented

She didn't seem any better, so I stopped walking and placed my hands on her shoulders. She jolted a little bit, she does that when someone touches her without her knowing, I need to stop doing that.

“Perri, please don't worry about Sophie. She will never bother you again.” I reassured Perri

“You don't know that Spinel, you can't just make her disappear.” Perry doubted

The truth is I can, and I will.

“Just, please trust me okay. She won't hurt you anymore.” I asserted, starting to get annoyed

“I-,hmm. Okay Spinel, I trust you. Now can we please go to my place.” Perri faltered, noticing me getting annoyed.

Even though Perri and I been friends for a while, there were times I lost my shit. One time in elementary 5, Perri had this cute green alien head chewy. Back then Perri would chew on the collar of her shirt, so Brooklyn got it as an alternative. Later, a boy by the name of Ronaldo ask if he could play with it. Perri didn't say anything, she looked away from the fat little shit. He started to get annoyed and grabbed her arm. When I saw tears running down the poor kids face, I said. “Don't touch my fucking friend, she doesn't want to share. So piss of you bitch-ass comic book reading fat pussy.” After I stand up for my nerdy buddy, the little shit started to ball his eyes out. So I got detention for the weekend, and then Grandmother Whitney put a bar of soap in my mouth. She's an amazing Grandmother, but if you push her buttons she can be a mean old hag.

We finally arrive at Perri's place, it's a cute little cabin-like house. With a more rustic style unlike my home, a traditional Japanese minka. Once we walked to the door, we were greeted by the outgoing Brooklyn Fitzgerald. A fierce and friendly soul, who looks out for her friends. She works as a lumberjack at the local saw mill, fell in love with the stubborn lawyer Pearl Harpor and once one first place in the wood chopping competition at the county fair. Brooklyn was always that person you feel comfortable around, she is a great role-model for Perri and always wants the best for her. She's like the cool aunt I never had, and the only adult I feel comfortable around that isn't my family.

“How you doing kids, I made a tray of onigiri for an afternoon snack.” Brooklyn greeted

“Thanks mom, we're here just to get a bite to eat, spinel and I are going to a study group at the library.” Perri replied

Perri doesn't lie often, but she's surprisingly good at it. It's scary if you think about it.

“Well okay Perri, but remember. Always have your phone, come back home before six, and don't walk in Black Hawk Clan territory.” Brooklyn directed

“Well of course mom.” Perri acknowledged while to two of us walk inside

Their house interior was like one of the those shacks in the movie Friday the 13th. Brooklyn kept it very well maintained, she may be a lumberjack but she's a amazing carpenter.

“I'll be back Spinel, I'm just getting some things from my room.” Perri called, going to grab the letter

“Alright Perri.” I concurred while eating some homemade onigiri

“So, umm. Spins, how's Perri doing.” Brooklyn worried, she's not always the serious type. But when she is, you need to listen and shut up.

“She's, okay. Why do you ask?” I denied, having a good feeling what she's going to say.

“I got a call from the school, saying that Perri had a meltdown.” Brooklyn took a deep breath and continued. “Spinel, I know your aware that Perri is a little different than the other kids. She thinks in a different way and does things differently.” Brooklyn fretted

“I think you are aware of this Spinel, but Perri has Autism.” Brooklyn said looking that she's not finished speaking.

I was aware that Perri isn't like other kids, that why I like her. I love that she would ramble on and on about robotics, AI and Elon Musk. I love that she has that burning passion to expand her learning, even if it's just one topic. In a way, Perri's like a little sister to me. I love her because she's unique, not mediocre like those bimbos at school. She's her own person and doesn't follow a crowd.

“There were many incidents that kids would tease her because she's on the spectrum. They would tease her for being jumpy, they would pick on her because she wouldn't play with the other kids. And let's not forget the time a student grabbed her over a god damn chewie.” Brooklyn bawled, on the verge of tears. Even someone as strong as her can feel defeated sometimes.

“I'm scared spinel, I'm scared that my little girl will get herself hurt. After the diagnosis her father couldn't take it and left. Saying that he wanted a normal child with a normal life. Pearl has a hard time dealing with Perri sometimes, but she still cares about her. All I ask is Spinel, please look out for her.”

“Brook, things won't be like this forever. There's a lot of people with autism and live great lives. Overtime they grow and learn how to cope, Perri's still a kid. She's going to be an amazing person one day. Building robots or something. The point is that sometime people outgrow these problems, it's sometimes doesn't bother them or they cope with it. Your very lucky to have a daughter like Perri. You just have to remember that every successful person had those days that they want to give up. But they keep pushing until they reach their goals. Just like Perri.” I monotoned

“You maybe right Spins, Perri has been growing up. It just seems like yesterday she didn't need her chewy anymore.” Brooklyn hoped

“See, everything's going to be okay. Sophie won't bully her anymore, I promise.” I concluded

“Alright Spinel, lets go to the library now. ” Perri intrupted

“Be safe girls, look out for one another.”

It took us 30 minutes by bus to arrive at the Black Hawk clan's main nest, I don't know why they would call it a nest but whatever. Their nest was a giant old warehouse outside of town, it had a barbed wire fence all around the headquarters. Like those fences you see in prisons. There was a giant chain link fence for the entrance, two bikers were guarding it carrying AK-47s.

“Yo what the fuck, you can't be-, ohhhhhh. It's the catnapper. What business do you have with the Black Hawks.” Thug one marveled

“Is that what they're calling me now, it was psycho bitch last week. We don't what any trouble, we just want to see the road captain.”

“Wait are you talking about, Lex. Hah,well Spins, we can't let you just see the road captain. You have to talk to the founder first, she decides not us.” Thug two announced

“Oh for the love of god.” I whispered to myself

“Well, can we see. Fucking, Jasper or someone.” I badgered

These biker act so tough and fearless. But really, their just a bunch of leather-wearing douches.

“Ahhhhh, if it'll make you shut the fuck up then sure. ” thug one complained

The two annoyed thugs opened the gate, Perri and I walk cautiously into the nest.

Inside the warehouse wasn't any better than the outside. On the left side, there was a bar with tables, chairs and stolen arcade game machines. The right side was their business operation, with safes, factory equipment and a security system. Every biker gang has their source of income. It can be drugs,weapons, cigarettes or anything valuable on the yami-ichi.

The Black Hawks are the kingpins in the drug industry, but they don't just sell any type of drug. They created their own drug that is booming in the Japanese black market. It's called Menohoyō, meaning eye-candy in Japanese. Menohoyō is made just like regular eye-drops, because it is eye-drops. The only reason why it's addictive and illegal, is because it's made of 45% of diethylamide. A main chemical component to make LSD. There's been cases all across the world, reaching places like Brazil, United States and even Russia. There has been many gangs and drug cartels trying to replicate this drug, but all of them failed. Today, the Black Hawks dominate the drug industry, even bribing politicians to keep their business running. It's greasy business, that's why I want Lexi to get out when she still has the chance.

In front of us are the three masterminds of the whole operation.

Jasper Alder, the founder of the gang. Sitting on an old puke green recliner and smoking a five inch Pyramid cigar. She was born in Tokyo and was a target for bullying because she has vitiligo. Due to the bullying she became a mean bitch, once she broke a kids arm because she called her giraffe. Later in life, Jasper got into bodybuilding and motorcycles. Causing her to follow the wrong crowd. She got involved in a lot of crazy shit involving rival gangs. Once she turned twenty-three, she created the Black Hawk Clan. She called it that because one day, her father and her were hunting hawks. A giant common black hawk attacked her father and scratched his throat, causing him to bled to death in the middle of the woods. Jasper manage to shot the hawks wing and flew off. For three nights she was searching that hawk. Later found it on the ground near an old Japanese Wisteria. Jasper chose not to put the bird out of its misery, instead she watched it bled out for three minutes. So long story short, she's twenty-five and runs a drug cartel now.

On her left was the president of the clan, Eleanor Monsoon. She was Jasper right-hand gal, those two used to rob gas-stations when they were teens. Eleanor was also known for her great grandfather being in the Imperial guard divisions during WW2. That's where she gets her fierce comanding attitude.

On the right was the Vice President of the clan, Persephone Windsor. Nothing to special about her, all I can say is she's a snobby bitch born in a very rich family, she supply's most of the equipment and weapons. She's a narcissist and a manipulator who will destroy lives to get her way.

“(Puffing a smoke) Well, I didn't expect to see the pip-squeak and the catnapper today. ” Jasper snarled while inhaling on her cigar.

“Let me do the talking Perri, I got this.” I whispered to Perri

“Hi Jasper, hows the gang and so. Also can we talk to Lexi.” I urged, trying to convince the butch

“(Puffing a smoke). Well Spins, if you have business with the road captain you have business with me. Now spill the beans crazy.” Jasper chided

“It has nothing to do with.Business. We want to see Lexi, because-”

“Because I want to get to know her better, and hopefully she'll get out of this dirty, greasy motorcyclist club you call a business.” Perri interrupted me and dared Jasper

Thanks a lot Perri, we're fucked.

“How dare you, a worthless pest like you speaking to the founder like-” Persephone chastised

“Wait. Hold on your saying you want to hangout and bond, with the black hawk clan road captain. Out of all the nerds at your snobby school. You choose an angsty, hot-headed, with drugged up parents and possibly slept with more guys than you know how many bones are in the human body. So tell be spaz, what makes you think a nerd like you, can ever be with someone as fucked up as Lex. Because honestly, you can do better.” Jasper insulted

I saw that Perri was starting to get upset, but instead being sad, she got mad.

“You, you don't know anything. How dare you talk to someone like that, your not any better you, you, you f-f-fucking clod.” Perri exploded

It would take a tiny miracle to get us out of this shit.

However, the three bikers looked at each other with confusion. There was a silent pause, until.

“...............Haaaahahahahahahahaha.hhaaaaaaahaaahahahaahahahahhaaaahahah.” The three clan leaders burst with laughter

Perri expression turned back to sadness, trying to hold in her tears.

“Hahahaaahhaa, is,haha, is that the best you got tiny,hahhahaha. That's fucking pathetic, hahaha. Oh look at me, I WUV Lexi, hahaha.” Jasper mocked

I could see Perri starting to sob, I wanted to say something but that would be a suicide mission.

“Perri and Lexi sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-” the three clan leaders laughed and mocked

“What the fuck is happening, it's like a fucking circus in here. ” Lexi interrupted

Thank God she's here

“Perri, Spinel. What are you guys doing here.” Lexi gasped

“We were going to see you, until these donkey's stop us from doing so.” I explained

Lexi then turned her attention to the brainy-baby.

“Hey, hey, hey. Perri, my dude. I'm here, it's okay.” Lexi tried comforting Perri

“(Whimpering) it's good to see you again rockstar.” Perri sniffled

“It's good to see you to buddy.” Lexi sympathized

Lexi then turned her attention to the three douches

“What the fuck did you three do.” Lexi accused

“Lex, know your place. You do not bark at me, or I'm sending you back on the streets like the runt you are. ” Jasper retaliated

“Well I guess you have to put be back on the fucking streets, because no one talks to my friends like that.” Lexi condemned

It warms my cold heart to see Lex care so much for Perri, it's so sweet.

“Ah you fucking bitch, alright. You can see your, friend now.(inhaling on her cigar).” Jasper said in defeat

“Come on Perri, is there something you wanted to tell me.” Lexi adviced

“One second Lexi.” Perri protested

She turned her direction towards me, running up to me and giving me a hug. It was a tight hug, like a bear hug.

“You are the greatest friend in the world, I'm so lucky to have met you.” Perri chirped

I still didn't understand this platonic affection, this is the second time in a row, and I don't feel anything. My heart feels heavy and silent, there's no emotion. Why am I like this.

But to make her feel better, I hugged her back.

It lasted for 3 minutes, everyone in the warehouse was staring at us. But I didn't care, as long as she's happy.

She finally let go and walk towards Lexi, both of them waving goodbye to me. I guess it wasn't such a bad day after all.

“Hold on Spinel, just a minute.” Jasper asserted

I spoke to soon.

“Even though I'm letting your friend hang with the road captain, you still have to do something for me in return. ” Jasper decided

“Jasper. I can't be your drug mule.” I stated

“Don't worry your panties off, your not delivering drugs. I've chosen something that you may like. Do you know Sophie Turner.” Jasper explained

“What about her.”

“She hasn't been paying her IOU's for the Menohoyō's she's been buying for her parties. She keeps saying “My dad is rich, I'll get your money, stop bugging me, bla bla bla.” So because of her I'm losing money, she's my top buyer in Akuma no tochi. So what I need you to do is, take her out.” Jasper offered

Well isn't that pure irony.

“I think I can do that Jasper, but I'm going to need some equipment.” I demanded

“Sure, anything. You just can't tell the clan was involved.” Jasper added

“I need a hacksaw, trash bags, bleach, cleaning supplies, nails and the key to the saw mill.” I listed

“Done. Go to our SGT at arms, Ruth. She'll get you what you need. Remember Spinel, this never happened.” Jasper concluded

Once I reached the exit, a familiar voice called out for me.

“Spinel, Wait. I want to talk to you!”

Well what do you know, I thought Ryan was the last person who would talk to me here.

“Listen Spinel, I did some thinking and wanted to apologize about yesterday. I took my frustrations out on you, it was wrong. I should have never called you runner-tits, your a beautiful, smart girl. One day, some very lucky guy will meet you. I'm sorry.” Ryan apologized

I didn't expect someone like Ryan to say that, it took a lot of guts to admit something like that. I respect that.

“I forgive you Ryan, no hard feelings.”

“Thank you Spinel, I'll let you go now. But remember, the Black Hawks have your back.” Ryan thanked

“Your welcome, I'll see you around.”

It is time, time to give that bitch what she deserves. Good thing I didn't give all that birthday cake to the meow-meows.

I finally arrive to Sophie's place, no ones home but her. I have everything I need to silence her for good. And it all starts with a piece of cake.

I walked to her door and placed a small pink box on the doorstep. I knocked on the door and hid behind a bush.

“Hello, is some out there. Justin you better not be fucking with me.” Sophie cautioned

“Oh, what's this. (opens the box) aww, it's a piece of cake. I guess Justin isn't a dick after all. ”

Sophie picked up the cake from the box and went back inside, without locking the door. I quietly snuck in behind her, when I found out that she took the bait. I always make the best cakes, thanks to Momma. But for this special occasion, I added my secret ingredient.

I saw her take the first bite, then the second, and finally the third. Until she took her fourth bite.

“Mmmh mhhhh- ACK,ACK. Gahh. Barf.” Sophie said while gagging and puking blood

That's right, the secret ingredient os nails. I placed a couple of small nails in the sweet-treat, hoping it would tear her esophagus apart.

“Aww, did poor wittle Sophie bit off more than she could chew.” I teased her while kneeling down beside her.

“Who's a spaz now bitch. I would have came for your ass later. But you had to pick on my wittle buddy. That's one step to far.” I rasped

I looked at her in disgust while watching her struggle to breathe. This was the first human I ever killed, I'm tired of releasing my pain on cats. Taking them from their owners, putting them in a bag, and slamming that said bag onto the concrete floor! Who ever knew inflicting pain on someone like her can feel so, pleasurable. Reliving. The pure horror in their eyes fills my desire, my desire to butcher these whores that stand in my way. I shouldn't have done this sooner.

“ACK ACK ACK, gahh. Fuck youu, you psychotic cun-(pukes blood). Barf. Huff, puff, huff, puff. Huff...ack....ack...ack.........ah.” Sophie cried her last words.

“Just so you know, it's homemade not store bought.” I joked

Well that took longer than I expected. I had to saw her in ten part, bag them, clean the floor, bleach the floor, dispose any evidence, take the body parts to the saw mill and shred them up. I also had to burn my cloths as well, at least I brought a spare set. But it all ended smoothly. I got my revenge, and now only five more rivals to go. Perri can now see Lexi anytime, I hope they worked out, they'll make a cute couple. Even though school sucked ass at least it ended on a positive note. Now time to go home, and great my amazing famil-.

“Hey. Spinel.”

Okay who could that be.

I turned around wanting to know whose behind me. And oh fuck I wish didn't. This day was perfect for Perri and I, and she's the last person I wanted to see, God damn it!

“Hello Spinel”

“Hello. Connie.”

To be continued

[kittae]

Roles Reversed (M)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Side characters: Min Yoongi

Summary: A drabble series where Taehyung is a successful artistic erotica actor but has to expand his areas of expertise in the rapidly evolving world of adult film. Lost and inexperienced in everything that doesn’t involve classy settings, flattering lighting and romantic scripts, he basically has to start from scratch to make it in the online porn community. As a highly demanded A-lister in that community, you take him under your wings (or better yet, between your legs).

Genre: Smut, fluff, a bit of comedy here and there. Maybe some angst, who knows.

words: 2240

Warnings: Rated M, graphic descriptions of sexual content, degradation, orgasm denial, foul language, cunnilingus, spanking, filming of pornography

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“I won! Yes!” You cheer, throwing your arms in the air and the controller with them before it lands onto the soft cushions of the couch you’d placed yourselves back in front of.

Taehyung’s thrown off for a second, surprised you’re going completely off script from the very start, but quickly remembers to play along. The crew doesn’t seem as confused, almost as if they’d been expecting it. He decides to pay it no mind, only focusing on his job at the moment.

He puts on a cute pout, eyes glaring at you from underneath their lashes. Since you’re the one who won, he figures he should follow the role you were supposed to play, right? The sore loser.

“Didn’t you just cheat, though? I noticed you using dirty tricks to get a headstart!” Taehyung whines, hoisting himself up on the sofa and crossing his arms and legs.

A low chuckle slips from your lips as they curl in a mischievous smirk. “Dirty?” You join him on the cushions on your hands and knees, purring teasingly into his ear, “How dirty exactly?”

Taehyung keeps his face neutral, though he’s trying very hard not to grin when he realizes which direction you’re taking this. You’re a talented actress, alright.

“Downright disgusting,” He holds your gaze as he tests the waters and holds his breath until you break out a wide grin, silently encouraging him to go on, “Does your brother know you lie and cheat to get what you want?”

“My brother doesn’t know anything… and I’d like to keep it that way,” you murmur, a finger coming up to trace the line between his naked pecs, “You’re not going to tell him, are you?”

“Tell him what?” Taehyung feigns ignorance, “He’s my best friend, we tell each other everything.”

“I only cheated to win because… Because I was hoping you’d punish me for it.” You confess, big puppy eyes and with your bottom lip between your teeth, looking the embodiment of guilty innocence. Taehyung can’t keep his hard cock from twitching in excitement within the limited privacy of his shorts. The thin fabric doesn’t do much to hide the growing bulge.

“Punish you?” He repeats, long fingers reaching out to gently caress your neck. The touch practically has you keening already, your back arching and undoubtedly giving the rear cameras a golden close-up of your pretty ass sticking out doing so.

“Yes, please… I’ve been such a bad girl, don’t you think?” You ask breathlessly, one hand coming between his crossed legs, your arm grazing his erection briefly and instantly making him shiver. Your soft breasts push against his shoulder when you move to nip at his earlobe, before whispering, “Bad girls should get spanked. It’s what I deserve for deceiving you, hm?”

You smile, genuinely giddy when you pull back only to splay yourself over his lap, ass ready and in the air, waiting. Taehyung’s large hands grope your cheeks, kneading them like fresh dough and coaxing a soft moan from you already. The light blue, flimsy shorts color darker between your legs where you’re getting wet for him in anticipation.

Long fingers hook themselves around the waistband of your shorts, effortlessly sliding them down the roundness of your ass and letting them bunch around your thighs. He selfishly takes a moment to admire the glistening treasure between them; your pretty pussy all slick and swollen for him already. He’d like nothing more than to touch it right now, to drag a single finger through your folds and watch them open up to reveal more of your sticky wetness. Fuck, it takes every piece of willpower in him not to skip the spanking so he could dive in and stuff his face between your legs right this moment. His mouth waters at the sight.

A playful wiggle of your ass tears him out of his trance, a pout marring your pretty face as you crane your head to look at him over your shoulder. “Taehyung, if you don’t punish me for my disgusting behavior, how will I ever learn to be a good girl?”

He gulps, looking at the smooth and beautiful skin of your ass, so inviting. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want to smack it, and hard. But he’s never had to inflict pain on any of his co-stars before. Is this really okay?

“Tell me what you did to deserve getting your ass spanked, ___. Why do you deserve to be punished?” He inquires, hand gently stroking your right cheek in circles.

“I’m a cheating bitch, playing dirty to win!” You confess, followed by a gasp when the flat surface of his big hand collides with your soft flesh and a loud slap echoes through the studio.

“You’re a cheating bitch.” He repeats, the words rolling off his tongue more easily than before. You have to suppress the urge to praise him, so you focus on the delightful sting on your skin instead. “What else?”

“I-I asked you not to tell my brother even though you’re best friends. I’m a selfish whore, Taehyung!” You can’t hide the excitement on your face, teeth biting down on your thumb not to cry out in pleasure when a second, more vigorous slap finds the swell of your buttcheeks.

“A selfish whore too, huh? You disgust me, ___, ” He insults you almost effortlessly now, even sounds like he’d dare enjoy it! “What else did you do?”

“Yes, yes! I’m s-so disgusting!” You nod eagerly, arching your back and sticking your ass out further, the burn only increasing with every touch. “I tricked you into punishing me for my own wicked pleasure because I’m a dirty slut!”

It’s quiet for a couple seconds when he gets reminded of his earlier blunder where he failed to call you that. A minor wave of anxiety washes over him, the apprehension of actually having those words come out of his mouth momentarily paralyzing him. This is the moment he needs to gather his courage. He’s already come this far, he can’t go back now!

Not one, not two, but a sequence of three sharp slaps hits your sensitive bottom so intensely it has you shifting forward from his lap and crying out louder with each strike. They sound more like delighted chirps (honestly after your bondage series with Hoseok, a few spanks aren’t going to make you cry), which make Taehyung grow more confident in his ability to pull this off—as well as in his pants.

“I’m not sure a few spanks are enough to punish dirty sluts like you, ___,” He forces himself to go through with it, though it proves to be less difficult than the first time he’d tried.

“Yes, you’re right…” You agree, starting to sit up and shift your weight on your knees, ready to take his cock out of his shorts and finally get a taste of it.

He instantly stops you, a hand coming to grab your wrist. “It’s not a punishment if I let you do something you enjoy, right?”

“W-what?” Your eyes grow wide and he knows you were not expecting him to go off script on his own initiative, nor that he’d flip you on your back to tear your shorts all the way down.

You completely misread his intentions, hooking your legs around his hips and locking him between your legs. “You know, having you fuck me is exactly what I wanted to get out of this so this isn’t exactly a punishment either.” You tease, not particularly minding this turn of events.

Taehyung says nothing, instead he grins and throws your legs over his broad shoulders. This is what he knows he can do well and since you’re improvising, it’s time he’d gain back some mojo.

His face is between your thighs immediately, reversing the roles you were supposed to play. You’d be choking on his gorgeous cock right now, have the head nudge the walls of your throat until he’d blow his load and you wouldn’t swallow anything, saving some to let it drip down your lips and chin for a good close-up. That’s if you’d followed the script. There’s none of that in the way he completely devours your pussy like a starved man, but with the precision of a chef decorating a plate. His tongue knows precisely where to add pressure, his lips sucking around your little nub not too hard or too soft, but just right. His sizable fingers introduce themselves before long, starting with one digit smoothly slipping inside of you to tickle your impatient walls, clenching around it to keep it there. A second joins and you feel the slight stretch added to the heavenly pleasure he inflicts with his mouth, having you see stars in record time.

You’ve had some skilled co-actors, that’s the least you can say. But Taehyung? It’s like his sole ambition in life is to make you come within a minute and with the pace he’s going, you’re damn sure he’s about to succeed. Such skill, you’ve never encountered ever in your entire life.

“C-come, I’m gonna come! T-Taehyung, I–” You gasp for air, your hands desperately tugging at the blue strands on his head, back arching and body thrashing in response to the rapidly approaching climax.

Right before you’re about to let go and come so hard you’re sure you’ll be groggy for some time after, he stops all movement. The orgasm never comes and it quickly ebs away, leaving you with an empty and disappointed feeling. It would’ve been a powerful orgasm and not fake at all!

You’re about to protest when Taehyung shuts you up with his lips on yours, his tongue licking into your mouth and making sure you can taste every bit of your sweet juice he’d greedily lapped up before. You feel slightly dizzy, which is quite unlike you. Usually, you don’t let yourself get too caught up in the moment, rather focusing on your job.

He pulls back with a lewd sound, his tongue sliding over his lips to gather spilled fluids. “Such a sweet cunt for a filthy whore. Did you really think I’d let you come?”

A shiver crawls over your spine before you can help it. Not because you feel offended, but because it sparks sheer excitement in your gut.

“If it’s my cock you want, you can beg for it like a bitch. On your knees.” The words he utters are completely vile, yet his voice makes them sound so sweet. The way he smooths his thumb over your bottom lip is so gentle your brain wants to warp the insults into the loveliest compliments.

“Cut! That was incredible!” Director Lee calls, the crew clapping after his example. “Great job everyone!”

You blink a few times, trying to gain back some awareness of your surroundings. What the hell had just happened?

“Oh, we’re finishing here?” Taehyung asks shockingly innocent. “A-alright…”

A few staff members come running with both of your robes, towels and two bottles of water. As Taehyung covers himself, you can make out the tips of his ears turning red again.

“I’m so sorry if I went too far, I don’t– I don’t even remember what I said, to be honest,” He murmurs, almost too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

You’re perplexed for a second, just trying to process how the same guy who looked like he wanted to quit and lock himself in his dressing room only half an hour earlier did a full 180 on his own without much of your help, only to go back to this. He’s an even more skilled actor than you’d already anticipated.

“It was perfect, really,” You shake your head, a big grin going from ear to ear. “You did so great! I’m just… I’m surprised, that’s all.”

Yoongi appears from between the crew, a wide smile on his face as well.

“Taehyungie, I knew you could do it!” He takes the younger’s face in his hands, squishing his cheeks. “Told you he’s talented! Now, we should probably retreat because I know for a fact someone could use some aftercare after all of that.”

You scrunch your brows in confusion, “I’m okay, I don’t need aftercare for–”

“I’m talking about this one,” Yoongi lovingly pats Taehyung’s cheek, “It must’ve taken a lot out of him to pull that off.”

You suppress a giggle, just because it was too cute to watch your old classmate doting on the actor like this.

“You’re right.” You agree. “Taehyung, you should take a nice hot bath with some bath bombs you like and pamper yourself with your favorite food and a movie or music...or something. That always works for me after a rough shoot.”

Taehyung smiles sheepishly. “Thank you, ___. I’m okay though, I just need to let it sink in, I guess. Was it really okay?” He turns to his manager, “When will it be published online?”

Yoongi purses his lips like he does when he’s guilty of something.

“...Yoongi?” Taehyung asks again, more suspecting.

“It’s not going to be published online,” Yoongi shrugs, “It’s not going to be published anywhere.”

Taehyung looks completely lost. “What do you mean?”

“This wasn’t a real shoot,” you confess, on your lips an apologetic smile, “This was a testing shoot for the seminars Yoongi signed you up for.”

“Seminars?!” Taehyung gasps, looking absolutely betrayed while Yoongi admires the wall behind him.

You guess you’ll have to break it to him.

Heliotrope masterlist

[babbushka]

Silver Bells

Pale (Burn This x Reader) ; 2k

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style

In the air there's a feeling of Christmas

Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile

And on every street corner you hear…

 He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doin’, out in the city with you like this. Doesn’t know one fuckin’ bit. It’s dark and cold and snowing and he wants nothing more than to just bring you home and make you cry on his cock, but instead you’re walkin’ around with him, hand in hand, arm in arm, whatever. He doesn’t know why you wanna hold onto him like some fuckin’ spider-monkey or something, but. You are.

You are and he doesn’t dare let you go.

You wanted to go into the city. Wanted to go into Manhattan and look at the tree in the plaza, maybe go ice skatin’. There was no fuckin’ way he was going to get on two thin blades and try to balance on a sheet of frozen fuckin’ water, no way. But he’d watch you, if you wanted. He’d do anything you wanted.

The little man on the street-light turns green, and you’re already walking ahead of him, tugging him behind you as he sucks down his cigarette, your hand squeezing his excitedly as you cross the street.

“Is this it?” You ask with eyes wide at the huge display of lights that absolutely covered every available square inch of the buildings that lined each side of the street.

“What, 5th Ave? Yeah, this is it.” He asks, flicks the ash off his cigarette and gives a nasty glare to some schmuck who has the audacity to look at you for too long.

You look good, real good, in your shiny red trench coat that you won’t let him replace, bundled up in a scarf and ear-muffs so you don’t fuckin’ freeze your face off. You turn to glance at him over your shoulder, give him one of those too-warm smiles that makes him sweaty, and he swoops down to plant a kiss to your cheek as the two of you evade getting run down by tourists.

“There’s a lot of people here huh?” You laugh as Pale steers you off to the sidewalk, crowds you up against a light-pole and kisses you nice and proper.

You smile against his lips, still not letting go of his hand, holding his cigarette in the other before flicking the ash and giving it back to him when his tongue starts to get a little too insistent.

“Yeah welcome to Manhattan.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh with a teasing shake of your head, pulling him along the sidewalk.

“Don’t be mean.” You tell him playfully.

“Me?” He asks with mock-surprise, pointing to himself.

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes and Pale feels his whole fuckin’ chest go warm and fuzzy. Always something about you that seems to heat him up inside in more ways than one.

“Can we go look in the windows?” You ask, already trying to look over the heads of the tourists, trying to see the lights and decorations.  

“No.” He says, and you laugh, and pull him along anyway.

 Silver bells, silver bells

It's Christmastime in the city

Ring-a-ling, hear them ring

Soon it'll be Christmas Day

 Pale walks with you hand in hand up and down the street, lookin’ at all the stores.

There’s mechanical santas and reindeer, moving angels and blinking flashing lights. There’s metal snowflakes that glitter and gleam, snowmen that wave and doves that flap their wings. There’s small figurines and nutcrackers and sugar plum fairies and you’ve got your eyes glued to all of it, like you ain’t never seen any of it before.

He thinks maybe you haven’t, wonders why you’re suddenly so interested in it now.

“Hey you know I was reading this thing in the fuckin’ paper at work that it’s the one-hundredth year they’ve been doin’ this shit? Can you believe that? One hundred years of putting up lights in windows on 5th. Macy’s started it way back in ’84, and it’s ’84 again. I wonder if they ever figured they’d be doin’ it for this long. You know, I don’t get why the fuck we had to come all the way out here anyway, aren’t you Jewish?” He asks randomly.

You pause for a moment, squint your eyes to try and see better, before smiling triumphantly and pointing across the street.  

“Look.” You say smugly, a single solitary window decked out in Hanukkah colors and ornaments, an electric menorah with fake flickering flames proudly on display.

“You planted that.” Pale grumbles, smokes his cigarette.

“Mhm, sure.” You tease, but you are only half-listening, having stopped in front of Tiffany’s of all places.  “Oh, wow.”

You stop in your tracks once again, something catching your eye.

“What?” Pale asks, immediately interested.

He always has such a hard fuckin’ time getting you to want things, nice things, expensive things. You always tell him no, you don’t need it. No, there’s no point to it. No, you’ve got him, and that’s enough. But he wants you to have expensive pointless needless things because he’s got all this money and no one to spend it on and he wants to spend it on you. So you stopping in front of a store and catching your breath with your eyes wide has him already scanning the display for what could have sparked your own interest.

“Nothing, it’s just so…” You shake your head, already starting to walk away.

“Which?” Pale keeps his grip on you firm, plants his feet and stops you from leaving, not giving a shit about tourists who rush around you, the two of you like stubborn stones in a current.

“It’s nothing, Pale, really – ” You say, but he lets a small (the fuckin’ smallest) smile crack at the corner of his lips and he pulls you back close to him, close enough to his side that he can wind an arm around your middle and keep you from running the fuck off somewhere else.

“Which?” He asks again, softer but insistent, and you sigh, point right up to the glass but not touchin’ it. You didn’t like smudged windows, he knew that.

“That one.” You say, pointing to the mannequin right up front.

It’s wearing a deep blue dress, pinned with a golden brooch that looks like a spiral flower. The dress itself is a glittery fabric, and the brooch has diamonds and sapphires on it and Pale can’t get the picture of you wearin’ in out of his head, and he thinks you look damn good, and he doesn’t even bother looking at the tag because he’s going to get it for you no matter what.  

“You been a good girl this year?” He asks cheekily, kisses the corner of your mouth and you grin into his embrace.

“I don’t know, have I?” You ask, kissing him back and searching his gaze.

“Yeah, you have.” He says with a nod, and you can only blush.

Satisfied for now, Pale lets you lead him further and further down the street, off to see whatever else there is to see.

 Strings of street lights even stop lights blink a bright red and green

As the shoppers rush home with their treasures

Hear the snow crush see the kids bunch this is Santa's big scene

And above all this bustle you hear

 You had dragged Pale into John Wanamaker, and are watching the light show. Pale ain’t so sure how it actually works, but there’s moving pictures and lights up on the screen, lights on the tree, jets of water that spray and music that plays and you and he have a perfect fuckin’ spot right on the second level to see how it all changes.

He’s payin’ much more attention to you, as he always is.

“You didn’t answer me earlier.” He says, as he situates himself better behind you.

He’s got his arms around your middle, his chin resting on the top of your head. Your hands have come up to cover his, and you keep tappin’ his knuckles to the beat of the gentle Christmas music.

He thinks it ain’t so fair, that it’s all about Christmas all month long. Ain’t fair to the folks like you who don’t actually celebrate any of it. But you seem happy enough to appreciate the light show, the spectacle of it all for what it all is.

“Hm?” You ask, craning your neck around to look at him.

Pale’s stunned into silence for a moment just because of how fuckin’ pretty you are. The lights have you washed in all sorts of real nice colors, golds and reds and greens and he kisses you because holy shit, how can he not kiss you? You chuckle against his lips but keep the kiss chaste, much to his disappointment.

You’re both surrounded by people and he knows that you know that he doesn’t give a shit about that, would bend you over and fuck you right there. Probably for the best then, that you keep him under control.

“How come you wanted to come today?” He asks, trying to get back to his original point.

You shrug, settle back against his chest and hum to yourself as the snowmen on the screen light up and dance.

“I know you leave to go see the kids in what is it, two days?” You ask.

“Yeah.” Pale replies with a frown, not really wanting to be reminded about any of it.

“I thought might be nice to get you in a decent mood before you have to leave. You know, do all the holiday traditional things here since you ain’t gonna have a traditional Christmas down there.” You say, and Pale really does frown then.

“You wanted this…for me?” He asks, turning you around fully now, his chest doin’ something funny.

He ain’t so convinced that you’re not gonna kill him, with the way you make his chest and stomach do these little fuckin’ flips. His brother the doc told him it wasn’t nothin’ to be worried about, but sometimes when you go pullin’ stunts like this, he can’t help but think he’s gonna keel over with whatever this feeling is for you.

He knows, and you know, you know he knows and he knows you know he knows, what the feeling is.

“I wanted it for the both of us.” You say softly, almost drowned out by the music, before gesturing to the whole thing, the whole ordeal of leaving the apartment and venturing out into the snow, into the world. “But yeah, mostly for you.”

He doesn’t know what to do then, doesn’t know what to say. You’re too good for him, way too fuckin’ good. He wanted to tell you that, wanted to shout it and scream it out loud and interrupt the show to let all of the department store know how you’re the real fuckin’ angel.

But he doesn’t, because he doesn’t know how he could ever recover from that, so he just clenches his jaw instead and wills his eyes not to sting from the sudden wave of emotion that hits him from just that simple gesture, that simple wish for him that you had.

“I wish I could bring you down with me, I don’t like the thought of leaving you up here by your fuckin’ self.” Pale says instead, but he really means, I don’t like the thought of not being with you.

You hear it anyway, and smile sadly, and Pale wants to kill something at the way your eyes are sad like that.

“Maybe one of these years it can happen.” You whisper, and then the show is over, and there’s a thunderous applause, and people start to file out of the department store, off to do their shopping or their packing or their wrapping or who the fuck knows what else.

“Yeah, maybe.” Pale says, holding you tight, not letting you go anywhere just yet, not until he kisses you.

“We gotta cross the street to see the other side. I want a better look at that menorah.” You say when the kiss breaks, and he groans, lights a new cigarette and sticks it between his teeth.

“No.” He replies, but he’s already tugging you along, wanting to give you anything, wanting to give you everything.

You’re too good for him, way too fuckin’ good.

But maybe, just maybe, you think he’s good for you too.

And you do. He doesn’t want to believe it, but.

You do.

 Silver bells, silver bells

It's Christmastime in the city

Silver bells, silver bells, silver silver bells... 

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[magic5ball]

Nature Trail to Hell Arc IV: Megamart of Darkness (9)

Chapter 9: Dropping the A-Bomb

           I just stood there, having no idea what to say or do. It was like looking in a mirror at the grim, jaded hump of crap you know you’re going to be in ten years if the scholarship doesn’t work out. It was a sight that would bring most grown men to their knees, so considering I was a little kid at the time, it was a wonder I was even standing at all.

Yet somehow, I managed to spit words.

“T-the water.” I trembled, “g-give it back.”

He looked at the glowing plastic bottle in his hand. “Sorry kid, no can do. This here’s company property now. But if you want, I’m more than willing to sit down for an adult conversation.”

The way he said those last two words made my blood freeze, no small task when the ‘sun’ was shining so bright overhead. 

He gestured over to an area at the foot of the inflatable volcano, where two plastic chairs and a table rested. On top of the table were several Red Solo cups and a bottle of Crystal Springs Bottled Water.

“Like I said, its’ been awhile since I’ve had company. Besides the Wegmart Company, that is! Ha!”

My feeble ten year old mind struggled to grapple with the fact that someday I would find jokes like that funny. One of the most horrible experiences of my life.

But what could I do? Thanks to stories from my gangster days, I knew darn well what this A-Bomb was capable of, and I wasn’t really in a position to take chances. So I followed him to the tables, trying not to think about how Bokrug should have been here by now, despite his lumbering movements.

Naturally, I didn’t make a peep. If there’s one thing I learned from comic books, its’ best not to set these friendly-lookin’ types off.

When we did get to that table, first thing the guy did was offer me some of that crisp, refreshing, bottled water. Though the heat from the lava made it really tempting, I knew I’d never be able to live with myself if I did.

“Suit yourself, kiddo.” He said, pouring a cup of his own. “We aren’t that different, you know. In fact, you’re a lot like me when I was little…”

On the outside, I stared like the teacher was about to bring the whipping stick. On the inside, I wanted to scream, because long talks with my Dad had taught me where this was going.

                                                      .   .   .

“When I was your age, I also went to a Summer Camp, it was called Camp Salmon or something like that. Anyway, the counselors running the camp were mean. Like, really, really mean, so the second I could I dashed right on out of there and into the woods. Sound familiar?”

Naturally, I didn’t say a word. Throat was too parched, anyway. A-Bomb laughed.

“Oh who am I kidding?! Of course it does! I know because Wegmart has surveillance cameras everywhere!”

He pressed something under the table, and from the ground emerged a device made from a bunch of big screen T.V.s hastily duct taped together, several flashing images of my adventures over the summer. The rest showed the frozen foods aisle, where my feathered allies were getting ‘ahem’, ‘cleaned up’ in the most gruesome way possible.

“Like you, Watterson Tostig, I went into the underworld and escaped. I too, was inducted into a gang of dinosaurs. I, too, became God of Roadside America. But at the end of the day, guys like us have to settle down and face reality. Wegmart saved me, kid, and if you’re willing, it’ll save you too.”

All that time, I didn’t turn away from the screen. I couldn’t.

“I thought I could spend the rest of my life hiding in the produce aisle. But I was foolish back then, a rogue vagrant eating grapefruit peels. Until THEY rescued we. The founders of Wegmart took my withered ghost and showed me the way to love, happiness, and most importantly, low, low prices!”

Yeah, yeah. The low, low price of a human soul!

“I was weak at first, but the kind folks at Wegmart saw my talents as a brown bagger and before I knew it, I had my own private toothpick in the faculty room! After that, they put me into production.”

Here’s the thing about young me being stoic: even at the best of times, he was kinda bad at it. Sometimes I even wonder if he had some kind of attention deficit. Not saying little me cocked an eyebrow at the mention of ‘production’, but he looked at me like I did before he went on yammering again. 

“Oh yeah! You’re not in the know of company business. Right!  See, our store used to have a 3D printer they would use to take the employee of the month and just clone him until they had an entire staff of the perfect worker! And yours truly has held the position for ten years!”

Ever since I was young enough to confuse Wegmart with Disneyland, I’d always noticed how all the brown baggers looked the same. Suddenly, everything made terrible, terrible sense. But worse was the realization that, just like those cereal box sweepstakes, the empty, dotted line cutout of a man could have easily been me!

“Shame they recalled the printer. Something about lead based ink. Or the clones having higher than normal rates of cancer. Really, I just signed the paperwork. But enough of the sad stuff, Watters! Let’s talk future! Because I’ve seen you in action and man, you’re just the kind of spunk to breathe life into this company!”

Least, I think that’s what he said. Bokrug’s running tardy was really nerving me up.

“So join me, Watterson! And let us rule the Wegmart like manager and employee!”

“No.” I whispered.

“Eh?” A-Bomb cocked an eyebrow, like he’d never heard the word in years.

And with that, I could stay silent no longer. The anger, the one that’d been boiling so steadily I me like the giant volcano we sat at the foot of, went full Krakatoa!

“Are you deaf, poophead?! I said NO!. And you know why? Because all you did was make a giant self-pity sob story for yourself, because you think that if you can drag me down with you into this Megamart of Darkness, you’ll feel better about stealing water from a bunch of geese! I’m pretty sure you could have gotten some from Rite Aid if you were willing to play fair!”

“Rite Aid doesn’t sell-“

“My point is, you’re just jealous of me because I’m not a cog in the machine like you! And that ‘we’re so alike’ bullcrap wouldn’t work on a five year old! So no, I won’t join you, because I might have sold my soul to a Tako Shak, but even I have stinking standards, you self-pitying TURD!”

A-Bomb stared at me, mouth agape for a few seconds. “T-the T-word?...”

“You heard me right, TURD!, so you better let me go unless you want more of the same! I’ll even tell my Mom, and you really don’t want to see her when she’s angry!”

“No, no, I get it…” he pushed a button under the table.

Another hole opened in the ground, and from it emerged what I can only describe as a nuclear missile made entirely of fuzzy orange Shampows.

“Your friends and family are holding you back, little bro! So how about I sweeten the deal: you join me, and I don’t rain Shampow down on your entire neighborhood!”

I tried to move, only to find myself stuck to my seat. Literally. The son of a snitch must have superglued the thing beforehand!

“So, do we have a deal?”

I didn’t say a word.

“Do. We. Have. A. Deal?”

Now I might have been a bit of a turd back in the day, but darn it, I couldn’t let an entire neighborhood get wiped from existence! Especially when the neighbor hadn’t even returned out lawnmower yet!

“Okay! Okay! I’ll join you! I’ll be your whipping boy. I’ll even stock Barbie dolls if I have to! Just don’t press hat button!”

And you know what the prick did? He kept putting his finger closer and closer to the launch button!

“But I thought you said you wouldn’t do it if I joined!”

“Foolish Watt! Your petty loyalties to the neighborhood make you weak! We must purge this from your mind so you can know true Wegmart! Just like my manager did to my neighborhood!”

But you know what the worst part was? He said this using the most condescending, prickish voice I could imagine.

Still, one thing needed clearing up.

“Hey A-Bomb? What was your neighborhood?”

Guy didn’t say a word, but the way he shut up after that spoke plenty.

“… They called it New Jersey.” He whispered.

I rolled my eyes, knowing full well it might be the last time I ever express sarcasm. Of course!

Time slowed to a crawl as I waited on the imminent destruction of everything I ever gave a crap about. Oh, I tried to see things from the half full perspective, but not even the knowledge my douchebag brother was probably going to get caught dab smack in the middle of the detonation zone passed out on the couch watching teen drama reruns could compensate for everything. At least A-Bomb was taking his sweet time pressing, probably so he could rub it in more.

In fact, he was taking a lot of sweet time. (Granted five minutes is pretty long for a ten year old, but still!) Then I noticed he was pressing the detonation button multiple times, each time faster and more flustered. I looked up, wondering if the Lord himself had intervened on behalf of little old me, even after everything. 

In fact, my salvation had come in the form of a certain goose, who grinned triumphantly, a plug and wire in his beak, machine gun cradled in his wings.

“Bokrug!”

The noble bird spit out the plug, beaming with triumph despite being so plucked of feathers he was practically naked. A-Bomb was, on the other hand, for the first time since I saw him feeling something other than calm, collected, or several other words you find in yoga advertisements. His face turned so red I figured he’d explode any minute, just like his namesake.

“YOU!” he leapt up from his seat, facing down the glorious gander. ”I had ONE chance to find happiness! ONE chance to have somebody to share this miserable job! Years of planning, plotting, scheming, and with one bite you ruined it!” He unsheathed those golf clubs from his back. “Do you know what its’ like to run a store with only clones of yourself?! With everyone knowing exactly what you do?! Its’ so, so BOORIIINNGGG!”

“Then perhaps you should have found a happiness that did not require the suffering of another.” He bared his beak, bits of Wegmart technology still stuck in them. “Or technology easily damaged by the humblest of beaks.” like he was emphasizing the point, he cocked the machine gun, maing probably the world’s most satisfying click. 

“Who do you think you are, my Mom?!” He spun his golf clubs around, making a combination of kung-fu poses and noises that could only be described as either really stupid or really racist. Possibly both.

“Bokrug-kun! You have brought great dishonor upon my house. Prepare to die!” he cried in the phoniest Japanese accent I ever heard.

“I’m Egyptian, you a$$hole!”

With a guttural roar, the waterfowl from hell charged in kind, raining bullets like hellfire.

It was the awesomest f*cking thing I ever saw.

[psychovigilantewrites]

Baby Bird

Pairing: Jason Todd/Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2,240

Summary:  Reader catches Jason angrily jerking off after a fight.

Jason and I had a fight.

I just came back from my date with my best friend, Ray. I’ve known him since middle school, and was practically my only friend. He walked me to the door of the manor after our dinner and movies, and made a move.

He kissed me, and I reciprocated. He was an amazing kisser, mainly due to the fact that he was sweet, but at the same time his hands were rough. One hand was gripping my waist to push me into his crotch, grinding his hard on onto me. His other he used to squeeze my ass, bunching up my short skirt in the process.

And then Jason opened the door.

He ripped Ray off of me and tried to punch him in the face. I threw myself over Ray to stop him.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now,” he growled.

Poor, terrified Ray dashed away from me and head back to his car, driving into the dark.

I turned to Jason, fuming.

“What the hell, Todd!” I seethed.

“He had his filthy hands all over you!” he yelled.

“And I let him put his hands over me!” I snarled, walking past him and into the manor. I turned around once I heard him slam the heavy wooden door close, and crossed my arms at him. “And I liked it.”

Oh, Jason. He looked livid. His fists were clenched and his shoulders were tensed up. I could see him slightly shaking in anger. For some reason, he always came in between me and my dates. He hated seeing me interact with guys he didn’t know, especially because I get touchy with them once I was comfortable.

Dick and Tim were protective too, but not to this extent. They would size up anyone I brought home and attempted to scare them a bit, but they never laid a hand on them.

“I like it when a guy takes charge, and kisses me roughly. I like it when they snake their hands under my skirt and squeeze my ass. I love it when I can feel their hard, wanting dicks against me, Jason,” I smirked. I loved riling him up, because that was the only way to shut him up.

As suspected, he slammed his fists against the wall- no doubt leaving a crack in the wood- and left to his room. I sighed.

Now that he had left, I felt guilty for provoking him like that. He was just trying to look out for me, like any older brother would. Truth is, on normal days, we get along very well. I was the only one he would show affection to. He loved hugging me, and peppering me with kisses on the forehead, and cuddling with me while we watched TV. And I loved the attention I got from him.

I cared about him. Just as much as he cared about me.

I head up to my room, energy drained. I could see the light coming from Jason’s room, which was directly next to mine down the hall. I made my decision to apologize to him and walked over to his door and raised my knuckles to knock, only realising now that his door was ever so slightly ajar. I paused before knocking, hand up in the air, contemplating on whether he needed to be alone or if I should try to talk to him. Before I could decide, I heard a soft moan coming from inside.

My eyes widened in surprise at what I thought I was hearing. I knew it was wrong, but I turned my head to put my ear nearer to the gap. I could hear wet sounds and heavy breathing.

“Fuck,” I heard him say in a loud whisper, followed by a groan. Immediately I clenched my thighs together, aware of the heat that shot straight in between my legs. I willed myself to move away from the door, aware that I was invading his privacy.

“Mmmm, baby bird,” he groaned. I froze. He always called me that because I was the youngest Robin. Could he be thinking of me while he was pleasuring himself? Was that why he was so upset? Because he was jealous that someone else was touching me in the ways he wanted to?

All my morals was set aside now. I needed to see it. I knelt down to my knees, trying to be as silent as possible, and spied from the small crack. He was lying down on his bed, his head propped up with a couple of pillows. The expression on his face didn't look like someone who was in pleasure, but it looked like he was angry, frowning with his eyes closed and red lips slightly parted.

My eyes trailed downwards to his tummy and saw that his tight white shirt was hitched up a bit, revealing the V that dipped down. His sweatpants were bunched around his knees and his fist was violently fucking his long, hard, swollen, glistening cock.

“Fuck you, fuck you, I wanna fuck you so bad, princess,” he rasped, jerking his fist down on his member with every enunciated ‘fuck’. Princess was another pet name he gave me.

I bit my bottom lip and put my hand down my skirt and panties, not surprised at the sheer amount of slick that had suddenly gathered. There was no doubt that he was thinking of me, he never called anyone else that. Hearing him say those things in a desperate, depraved growl made me hold back a whimper as I slowly circled my sensitive nub. He was now muttering things I couldn’t hear, but I so desperately wanted to. Hands still working on my clit, I leaned forward a little more to get closer.

I lost my balance, and tried to support myself by pressing a hand onto the door, but due to the fact that it was already open to begin with, I only pushed the door wider, falling right into his room, breaking my fall with my unoccupied hand.

I was on my hand and knees, staring up in shock and embarrassment at Jason who sat up straight and tugged his pants up again.

He looked at me with wide eyes, panic clearly evident, until he saw that my other hand was still down my panties.

I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen in that position, even when Jason stood up and walked towards me, now towering over me.

“Baby bird,” he drawled. “Were you spying on me?”

I looked down to avoid his gaze but didn’t reply, still stiff and in shock.

He knelt down and put a hand on my chin, tilting it upwards so I could meet him in the eye.

“Baby bird. Were you spying on me?” he repeated again in the same, low and husky voice.

I nodded.

“And were you touching yourself?”

I tried to look away, but he stopped me, waiting for an answer.

I nodded again slowly, heat rising in my cheeks.

He smirked, and then took my shoulders in both of his hands and pulled me up on my feet with him. I quickly removed my hand from in between my legs, temporary paralysis now gone.

“Jason, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t m-mean to. I came to apologize and- and-”

“Lie on my bed, princess,” he demanded.

“W-what?” I sputtered.

“Bed, doll. Now,” he urged.

I gulped and went to sit on his bed while he closed and locked the door. He turned around and looked at me with hooded eyes. I recognized that look, but never was able to place it. He gave me that look a few times in the past. Once, when I was doing yoga and happened to be in a happy baby pose, I didn’t notice he was watching me until I was finished. Another time when I was sucking on a popsicle. But all those times, as soon as that look came, it disappeared.

It wasn’t disappearing now.

He crossed his arms and walked towards me, positioning himself right in front of me, so that my face was facing his crotch that had a rather large tent.

“I thought I told you to lie down?” he raised an eyebrow at me.

I followed his instruction and relaxed myself onto his bed.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “Now take off your clothes.”

My eyes widened at his request, but for some reason the authority in his voice was making me so much wetter than I was before. I took off my skirt, and then my blouse.

“All of it, baby,” he spoke in a low growl.

I slowly took off my bra, and then slid out of my panties, blushing hard at the sudden exposure.

Jason just looked at me, eyes hungrily taking in all of me.

A sudden confidence sparked inside of me and I cautiously brought my knees up, legs planted on the bed, and spread my legs. I cupped my pussy.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Spread that pussy for me, sweetheart, don’t hide from me.”

I did as I was told and used my middle and forefinger to spread my pussy lips wide.

“You’re soaking,” he choked. “Touch yourself.”

I brought my other hand to my clit and started circling again. I heard him groan, and saw him tug down his sweatpants, freeing his cock. Now that he was up close, I could see how massive it was. It was mouth-watering.

“Jason!” I gasped. “It’s bigger than I imagined.”

“You’ve been imagining it, then?” I blushed.

“Tell me, baby,” he spoke while he started to slowly stroke himself up and down. “Have you ever imagined me fucking you?”

If I said no, it would be a lie. I had my fair share of dirty thoughts about him, and I would touch myself, trying hard not to think of him, but failing miserably. I always felt a wave of shame crashing onto me whenever I came with his name on my lips. I wasn’t supposed to think of my older brother that way.

“Do you think of your older brother fucking you, sugar?” he rasped.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“And do you fuck yourself while you think of me, baby girl?” he groaned.

“Every time, Jay. I try not to, because it’s wrong, because I’m your sister, but I can’t help myself,” I whispered. “I use all those other boys to give me a sense of what I couldn’t have.”

“You never had feelings for them?” he asked, his hand now still on his cock.

“No, not how I have feelings for you,” I admitted. “But this is wrong, Jason. We shouldn’t-”

“Does this feel wrong to you, princess?” he cut me off by suddenly rubbing his tip in between my pussy lips.

“Oh,” I moaned.

“Do you not want this, little wing?” he positioned himself at my opening, body leaned over me with his hand beside my head. I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my face.

“Jason,” I whimpered.

“Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” he whispered in my ear as he pushed himself inside me. I could feel my cunt stretch painfully to accommodate his size. The pain was immediately taken over by bliss when he bottomed out in me, reaching places I’ve never attempted to reach, making me feel so full.

I moaned again softly, trying not to make noise.

“I want to hear your pretty voice, baby doll. Everyone’s in the cave, they won’t be coming back up anytime soon,” he told me as he pulled out slowly. I could feel my walls clinging onto him. He stilled before his tip was out of me. “So you’d better fucking scream,” he growled and slammed himself into me suddenly.

And screamed I did, as he pummeled my pussy.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. You’re so fucking tight,” he gasped as he fucked me raw.

“Jason- Jay- fuck!” I moaned loudly at his words, making my pussy flutter.

“You like to hear your brother talk dirty to you, princess?” he groaned. “Fuck, I should have known how naughty you are.”

The pleasure was unimaginable, he kept on hitting the right places, saying the right things, and just like that I was already on edge.

“I can feel you clenching tighter on my dick, baby. You gonna come soon?” he asked and I nodded violently.

“Then come, for me baby. Come on my cock,” he said as he fucked me faster and harder, slapping his balls on my ass. The sweaty, wet sounds we both made drove me deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

I felt the heat at the bottom of my stomach and tingles at the soles of my feet, spreading throughout my body,making me feel tighter, and it all came crashing at once, my walls spasming on his dick, my back arching into his body, his name a long scream.

He swore, and pulled out, spilling himself on my stomach and chest. He put his forehead against mine and was panting, with his eyes closed. He kissed me softly, but deeply. I could feel his emotions from that kiss, his wordless gratitudes, and his silent adoration and comfort. He broke the kiss and I could feel him smile against my lips.

“Bruce is going to fucking kill me.”

[monsters-under-the-willowtree]

The Forest Walk: Bonito Part 2

A continuation of your walk through Caticaw National Forest and the story of befriending Bonito the Peacock Avian, with a little bit of a surprise twist at the end hinting that maybe all is not as quiet as it seems in your little home town.

Part One found Here

Male Monster + Ungendered Reader 3000 words

It was late afternoon by the time you were able to make it back to the gate with all the tools you might need. Unfortunately, all of the snipping-type tools your father owned were so large you feared accidentally clipping Bonito and hurting him. Your grandpa had a pair that were a tad more delicate though, and you had resolved to try those first. If that wasn’t going to work you’d also brought along a saw that you might be able to use to get part way through the metal and then snip through the rest, but as with the big snips your father owned there was the risk of hurting the beautiful Avian in your struggle to get the lock off of his ankle.

“Bonito?” You call out for him as you haul the toolbox through the gate. “Bonito, it’s me! I’m back!”

There is no reply. You try again a little louder, not sure if maybe he simply hadn’t heard you. And yet there is still no reply. Bonito never had said exactly how close to the gate he was going to fly so it seems like the most reasonable next step is to haul the toolbox, a big old clunky thing that weighs as much if not more than the tools inside, further along the path. It was a bit of a pain; you’d been hoping not to have to haul the thing all over creation trying to find him again. But it would be well worth it if you could save his foot. Possibly his life.

You continue along the path, calling his name as you go. Finally, just before the lake, a familiar head pops up from the tall grasses surrounding the lake and Bonito hobbles his way towards the path. You meet him part way, stepping off the path and into the damp earth with an excited shout.

“Hey! I was starting to worry I wouldn’t find you. I brought a bunch of stuff, hopefully we’ll get the lock off before it gets dark, but I have a flashlight just in case.”

Bonito pokes his beak into the toolbox, shifting some things around curiously before squawking a bit indignantly and reeling back hard enough to nearly knock himself over.

“ITS COLD! Gah! Why is it cold!?”

“What?” You stick your hand into the toolbox (carefully) and find one of the jelly-like ice packs in the bottom. “Oh these? I thought it might help with the swelling.”

“But it’s FREEZING!” He emphasizes, as if that was all the explanation needed. You chuckle a little and pull out a second one.

“Yeah, I hate using them too, but they really help. And I’d feel a lot better about trying to saw this lock off if I had more room to work with. It’s going to be cold but I promise it will help.”

The look he gives you is dubious at best before eyeing the ice pack with as much distaste as your brother eyes spiders but eventually he sighs with such resignation an outsider might think he’d signed his own death warrant with that breath. “Fine. But I won’t like it.”

You help Bonito sit down so you can elevate and ice his ankle, the pathetic little warbling whines he makes just funny enough to keep you smiling through the whole ordeal. And then, a thought pops into your mind. “Hey Bonito, how about we take your mind off of this while your ankle cools down and we talk about stuff. Or maybe play a game?”

“What kind of game?”

“Uhm... well we could play ‘I Spy’ or there’s a few get-to-know-you games like 20 questions or two-truths-and-a-lie...”

“You... lie as part of a game?” His whole head cocks to the side, an instantaneous motion that makes his feathery crown bob crazily like an antenna.

“Yeah, it’s fun! You say three facts about yourself and then the other person tries to guess which one is a lie. I’ll start. Ok... how about... I’ve got an older brother, I’ve got a dog, and I’ve got a rock collection. Now you try to guess which one is the lie.”

Bonito looks skeptical, his head leaning forward just a little as he looks over your facial features carefully. “What happens if I guess incorrectly?”

“Oh, then I just tell you ‘nope’ and you try again. There isn’t really a ‘winner’ or a ‘loser’ in this game. It’s just a way to get to know people but making a little bit of a game out of it. It’s just for fun.”

Bonito still looks deeply suspicious and his head pulls back quite far. “I don’t think I want to play this game. Lying for fun is... not how we do things. Do all humans lie for fun?”

You can’t help but grimace, remembering how he’d mentioned the Fae and the fact that he and his family lived by their rules. “No no, and if we do we make sure everyone knows about it. Like how I told you it was a game? There wasn’t any... I dunno... ‘trickery’ or anything involved there. I wasn’t trying to be sneaky. Humans just like puzzles and games. Especially if nothing bad happens when you lose the game or can’t figure out the puzzle. Sort of a ... ‘no harm done’ deal. But that’s ok if you don’t want to play. We can do something else instead. I just wanted to help you think about something other than the cold.”

He glances down at his ankle, talons flexing. “I suppose it did help to not think about it. What was another game you said? I Spy? What do you spy?”

After a brief rundown of the rules Bonito is still a bit skeptical of the game but agrees to try it. You begin with “blue” and after a few guesses seems to warm up to the game significantly upon discovering that the ‘answer’ was the blue eyes on his tail feathers. He takes a turn with “brown” and eventually you guess the answer – the brown cattails nearby the lake. You go with “blue” again just to make sure he fully understands the rules (a good thing too) and after a bit of discussion he finally guesses his way into the answer, which was the sky. He takes one more round with “white” and is rather pleased when that one takes a very long time. But eventually you discover that he had been ‘spying’ the glitter of the sun on the water. And you commend him for his cleverness.

At this point though you figure it is about time to check on his ankle and are rather pleased to see that the swelling has gone down some. Not as much as perhaps you would have liked but Bonito was eager to shake off the ice packs and the sun wasn’t going to hold itself in the sky forever. Which leaves only two things left to do.

Much as it pains you to do anything to aggravate the injury you manage to sneak a little piece of cloth between the lock and his skin just to give him an added layer of protection. And then, already sweating with anxiety, you start to slowly saw through the lock. Both sides will need to be cut through and the force of concentration it requires to hold the lock and the saw in just the right way so as to avoid drawing blood makes conversation impossible. Thankfully Bonito is just as serious about keeping himself very still for you. And so the long minutes pass in silence.

Silence that is broken when you are nearly at the end and you have to shake your hands out before attempting the final pass throughs of the saw blade. “Whew. Ok. Almost there. I’m going to try really hard not to cut you now that I’m almost through, hopefully the cloth will help. But just in case, I want to apologize up front. I’ll do my best but I’m really sorry if I accidentally nick you.”

“It’s all right,” he answers with a bobbing nod and the flexing of his foot again. “I understand. Thank you for being careful.”

“You’re welcome. Ok... here we go.”

You lean in again and pick up the saw blade, running it more slowly through the groove you’ve made in the lock. It would help if you could change angles but his ankle is still pretty swollen, unfortunately, and if you change angles you’ll cut him for sure. So for now it’s just slow going. One swipe at a time. Until... your hand jerks a bit and you immediately let go of the blade, not daring risk any movement until you can make sure you didn’t slice his ankle.

Cautiously you try to twist the lock. And... success! The lock twists just a little, only millimeters, but it’s enough to prove that you made it through the metal. You give a victorious shout that Bonito answers with his own loud call, both of you celebrating for just a moment before getting immediately down to the business of cutting through the second post. You try your grandpa’s more delicate snips but unfortunately there still just isn’t enough room for them. So it’s back to the saw.

The second side takes just as long as the first, no surprise there, but the victory shout that follows when you finally can hold the two pieces of the lock in your hand is definitely much louder. In his excitement Bonito clambers to his feet, wings flapping up an impressive gust of wind in the process. And then he does the most adorable little hop-skip-shake-bow that unfurls his massive tail of feathers in a beautiful display that easily reaches ten feet into the air. It’s breathtaking. He joyfully spins in place, laughing even though the pain in his ankle hasn’t magically vanished in the instant he was set free. His hobbling makes his tail display shake and dance above him and if it weren’t for his lingering discomfort he probably would have continued to spin and dance for a while more.

But after one full spin he does have to put his tail feathers back in order behind him, somewhat begrudgingly accepting the ice packs again so his ankle will continue to feel progressively better before he has to fly back home to his roost. He hates the cold but tolerated the fact that it does help, turning his full face to you once his ankle is properly situated and packed in ice. You suspect that he is trying to give you a very serious stare but the silliness that accompanies the way his face just so happens to look when he is facing you fully makes it just a little bit hard to take him seriously.

“Thank you again. I owe you a great debt.”

You shake your head, having suspected this conversation would pop up eventually. “Nah. It was the right thing to do. I mean, what kind of crappy human would I be if I saw someone who was hurt and didn’t at least try to help? I’m just glad it’s off, that had to hurt a lot to try to walk on.”

“It did. And now I have a chance to live a full and healthy life. Because of your kindness.”

You side-eye Bonito and raise an eyebrow at him. “Seriously. It’s not a big deal. You really don’t owe me anything. I mean... I’d like it if this ended up being like a ... friendship-bonding moment or something. I’d like to be friends. But I don’t want you feeling like I’m asking for your friendship as like.... an exchange for helping you. Like ‘haha! I saved you and now you HAVE to be my friend!’ Nothing like that. I think you’re neat and I’m happy to help even if you don’t think I’m neat too. But if you do think I’m neat too then maybe we could be friends and like... go on walks together sometimes or something. You probably know a ton about the forest. It would be really cool to go on a nature hike with you once your ankle is feeling better and we could talk just... have fun being outside together.”

He doesn’t look convinced. And he doesn’t answer right away. He does turn his head to look at you with one of his side-placed eyes, the change in angle definitely helping him to look more serious and critical. Then, just when the silence is starting to get uncomfortable, he reaches his head backwards towards the base of his tail and plucks out one of his tail feathers, dropping it in your lap before you have time to protest.

“A small token of my appreciation, then. I will never forget your kindness. But if you truly don’t want anything in return then please accept this.”

You pick it up, grateful that he didn’t pull out one of the ten-footer feathers. That would have been a little difficult to hang up in your room. The colors are vibrant even in the low light of sunset, and the plumage is beautifully unmarred. You run the fluffy vane through your fingers reverently, amazed at how soft it is, and grin up at Bonito.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you. I have the perfect spot for it in my room where I’ll be able to see it all the time.”

“And...” he adds, looking out across the lake turned fiery orange and red in the setting sun, “I would like to be friends. Do you want to meet here by the lake in seven days? That will probably give my ankle time to heal. Especially if I go to see Harimaea. She’s the healer of the Faerie Court that lives here. Now that the lock is off, she can help.”

“Oh! Yeah! Definitely!” You were a little surprised, the offering of the feather had seemed a little bit like his way of politely declining the whole ‘friends’ thing. Apparently that assumption had been wrong, a very pleasant surprise. “Do you have a phone? So you can call me if you need more time to get feeling better?”

“I don’t.” He cocks his head at you and his eyes crinkle with silent laughter. “My talons don’t play nicely with the teeny little buttons and I don’t exactly have a good way to pay for service out here.”

You chuckle, “I guess not. But how do you call people then?”

“Who would I call? My family is all here.”

“So, none of your family has a phone?” The idea is a bit baffling and you can’t help but stare up at him. He shakes his head, effectively rendering you speechless for a few moments. “So... what’s going to happen to your family out here then? I mean the world is changing, technology is changing, basically everyone has phones these days. Your family isn’t going to just... live without having a phone forever, are they? What about electricity? Running water?”

Bonito rolled his eyes. “Running water isn’t a new invention. There are no power hookups in the middle of the forest, though, and I hear the reception is terrible even if I did have a phone. If it’s so important to you, I can find one of the park rangers and use theirs. I know how to use one, I just don’t own one myself.”

That was perhaps a bit more comforting but still so terribly jarring. You knew that there were plenty of Avians living in towns and big cities, along with all kinds of other monster-folk. So this revelation was a bit of a shock. Like discovering that your new neighbor was still living in a previous century. “Couldn’t you or some of the people in your family just... get jobs and then you would be able to pay for these things? I know job hunting sucks and the pay for entry level work is crap but it’s better than nothing, right?”

Bonito squinted down at you, his head rising and then looking away. “It’s complicated.” You purse your lips at him and he sighs, wiggling his toes. “Ask me again when we go on our walk. It’s getting late and the story is long. For now, I will say that our living situation is not entirely of our own choice.”

You hate being put on hold, but he does have a point. He’ll have to find his way home on his own in the dark as it is. And so will you if you don’t hurry. “Ok, I guess. So seven days then. What time do you want to meet?”

“Maybe sunrise? Are you awake that early in the day?”

You blink at him once, twice, three times before raising an eyebrow at him. “Do you not have clocks where you live?”

He groans and flutters his wings impatiently. “We do, I’m not some caveman. I know how to tell time. It’s just asinine. ‘8 o’clock’ is totally meaningless. Sunrise, Sunset. Mid-day. Twilight. Those actually have meaning. Not some stupid numbers on a circle. They mean totally different things throughout the year! How do you even survive using a number system when they change??”

You can’t help but laugh at how worked up he is over the idea of clocks, shaking your head and holding your sides. “Ok, ok. ‘Sunrise’ is fine. Oh boy. I cannot wait to find out how you feel about so many other things. This is going to be fun.” Your laughter subsides and you sniff just bit, rubbing the stitch in your side. “Ok, seriously though. You’ll be ok getting home? You don’t need any help getting there?”

Bonito shakes his head, turning around and unfurling his massive wings. “I will be fine. Thank you, again.”

You nod and wave, wishing him goodnight, before he takes off and you turn around as well. Toolbox clunking against your leg all the way home.

[larpwhump]

Saving Bambi

@highheelsinblood​ and I RP a couple of OCs... Here is some canon RP that happened in FB messenger. Its a little choppy to read because it was back and forth while we both worked our day-jobs. This is not a masterpiece written by a single writer. Its an Excerpt from a scene. This deserves a bunch of content warnings but its mostly psychological, emotional and physical abuse/torture.  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She goes downstairs towards the kitchen, and James can hear soft, whimpering prayers in a woman's voice, begging for mercy. Lizzy walks in behind the cowering Rover. "Grab her, Noah,” she orders, still using his middle name as his first. He stands there, processing He had already eaten. She's so young and innocent. she’s not running or fighting. . .  just praying. Lizzy side eyes him, lets go of his hand, and leans over to whisper, "If you want that collar off in the next month, you'll grab her." James groans audibly and stiffens a moment in thought. "I’m sorry," he whispers to the young lady as he grabs her firmly by her forearms. He lifts her from her crouched position, holding her firm to try to keep her from struggling too much. She's only crying now, James catches the end of her prayer to the Lord Commander as she's pulled to her feet. Lizzy's got a knife out, and approaches them both. "Chin up, darling,” she coos to the freckled woman. “At least you're not being eaten alive. "Eliz. . . ELizabeth. . . ." he stammers as he catches the end of her prayer. “We . . . I. . .  She’s of my faith." He passes truly pathetic and concerned eyes back and forth between the women. Elizabeth just stares at him. "What do I care?" Her hand twitches, and her knife flies across the woman's throat. The brown-haired woman gasps, leans against James before collapsing to the floor, choking on her own blood for air. "NO!" James howls as he sees the blood. "Please! Elizabeth help her! Please! I’ll wear the collar! I'll bleed for her! Let me bleed for her Elizabeth, please!" He lays the girl down so he can apply pressure to her neck wound. He can first aid her with the collar on, but that is the extent of his capacity while this horrible “tourniquet” cuts him off from his divinity. "Please God. . .  I. . . " She's still alive, choking, blood is bubbling up from her wound, she's grabbing at Dire with tiny, desperate fingers, begging with her big doe eyes for help. She can't be older than Hope. "Would you have cared if she was Darwin? Seasons? Faithless?" Lizzy kicks James in the head, hard. James falls sideways with the hard kick, it knocks him into a slight daze, interrupting the aid he was trying to give the girl. However, he just scrambles back up to try and help her again, shaking. "No. I wouldn’t have. . .  I wouldn’t have cared. But I’m a priest, Elizabeth. And a Nation. She’s my responsibility!" "No, she's not." Lizzy grabs him by the edge of the collar and drags him back away from her, out of reach. She can feel the spikes inside the collar twisting inside the muscles of his neck as she pulls. He howls in emotional agony. He tries to claw back to the Rover. "Elizabeth! Please! I’ll bleed for her! Let me save her!” Lizzy pulls on his collar again, and forces him to look up at her, green eyes to empty ones. "You forget who you belong to, pet. Remind me." James scowls at her. His fear turning to anger. He was mad at her. "Does she DESERVE this, Gatekeeper?��� "She might,” she says without flinching at his snarls. “You don't know. But she's a witness." He’s still pissed. "Fix. Her." She's grinning down at him as he tries to make demands of her, hovering within headbutt distance of his face. "Are you bartering?" "No. I’m not. Fix her! Now!" It's a flashback? He hasn’t been demanding in the 50 or so weeks he's been there. He's been so subservient, worried about his own hide and religious experience. Worried about Elizabeth and her well being. . .  but not now. He was obviously ready to be a shit. There’s a moment of silence as Bambi continues to struggle to hang onto her life. ". . .  You'll owe me. Are you ready to accept that?" He doesn’t hesitate. "Yes." Lizzy undoes the pin, and releases the collar off him without mercy for his wounds. "Fix her yourself," she says, letting the spiked collar swing in her red fingers. Removing of the collar used to put him under for minutes. But these days it’s turned more into a blinding head pain. His vision is flooded with white hot searing agony. He screams as he’s freed. Blood spurts in tiny streams down his neck chest and back.  He scrambles to the rover, crawling and nearly blinded in his pain. He had lost track of time. James wasn't sure if he had time for first aid. He needed to call her.  His vision and mind slowly returned. Blood dripped from him and onto the young Fallow. He had a feeling if he called, he may not be allowed to pray afterwards. He hoped it wasn't true. "If it is the Lord’s will, you shall be healed" A floodgate's worth of white static flows out of his hands, over her body, her neck. It stitches closed her skin, returns to the color it was. She starts to hyperventilate from the shock of it all, but she's alive. She clings onto his pant legs, crying, thanking God for him. He pulls her to him. Embracing her as she sobs. "I’m sorry, child. The Lord sees you. The Lord loves you." He only gets a moment before Lizzy speaks again. "Come here, child." Lizzy's voice is cold, even. James doesn't let go. He's scared. The Rover doesn't want to let go, but she does stand up, shaking more than a newborn fawn, holding onto James. "You realize how lucky you are?” Elizabeth coos at her as she shakes. “A Priest of your God was here. He's going to suffer greatly for what he did." The Rover hasn't stopped crying. "Now, go upstairs and clean up. If you run, you'll regret it. If you try to hurt me, you'll regret it. You'll have money each week for doing as I say, without question or comment. Understand, child?" ”. . .  Bambi. "Lizzy cocks her head to the side. "Is that your name? Bambi?" "Yes, mi-miss." "Fine. Bambi, go clean. Say goodbye to your Priest." James hugs the young Fallow almost immediately, trying to shield Bambi from Lizzy’s cold rage. "If you don't cause trouble, Bambi, everything will be okay.” She nods, trying to smile for him; there's still so much blood on her. "Move it," Lizzy snaps at James’ back. Bambi reluctantly leaves, going back upstairs, hugging her blood-soaked clothes. Lizzy watches her go, and then turns to look at James. "There's a bonesaw in this kitchen. Find it." He nods, his air of submission returning. He begins by scanning with his eyes. Making sure it's not just sitting out. Then he moves, opening drawers and cabinets. It's not hiding from him - it's tucked in with a bunch of other kitchen knives. It's seen better days, but the blade is still sharp. He imagined all the harm that could be done with a simple saw. He was tired but he feared he’d earned no rest. James grabs the bonesaw, turns, and returns to his captor. She takes it from him, pushing him back towards the table, where remnants of cake and ice cream still rest. Putting her hand on the back of his head, she smashes him into the wood, knocking the food off the table. "Errrhmgh." He moans as he leans to one side. His wings flap out as his knees threaten to give way. Wobbling from pain, his head felt like it was splitting. She pulls his head back, and clamps the collar back around his neck, forcefully. Spikes slide into the meat of his neck, two large ones pinching against his spine. "I don't want you to fix what I'm about to do to you." Lizzy hisses in his ear, and she slams his head on the table again. His eyes widen with fear and confusion as she locks it on again. The previous holes from the spikes still faintly trickling as the flesh is ripped again. He wails from the pain but only for a moment before his head is slammed a second time. James consciousness fluttered as his upper body rested against the table. His vision blurred and darkness crept in from the corners. Once he settles, Lizzy pulls out the bonesaw, and grabs his wing at the base, yanking on it hard, nails digging in. He moved with her force, clinging to the table edge. He lies tense, his forehead resting against the wood."Honestly, you don't really need these if you're going to act in your best interest over your Gatekeeper's." He speaks between sobs as he feels her manhandling his new appendage. "You, you think that’s what happened?" His head feels like it was crammed full of broken glass. It felt like splitting and cutting when he moved his eyes. His vision still wobbling, threatening to make him motion sick. He slams his eyes shut. Trying to ease his symptoms. "You have a different viewpoint?" She starts to saw into the fragile bones of his wings, feeling them crack and splinter under her fingers. His feet begin flail as gives her short yelps of pain and groaning between long bouts of held breath. He speaks but the tone sounds like begging. "You weren't sure if she deserved it! I wanted to protect us all. Please Elizabeth, I just didn’t want you to kill a Fallow! " More shock and pain floods his voice "You’re doing God’s work!" Elizabeth has nothing to say to James as he screams and hollers. Wings are delicate, and she finally starts to rips one away, pulling flesh and muscle with it as she tears the wing free. Long tendons pull free as she yanks on his wing. It feels like the tendril of white fiber was pulled from deep in his back muscles. Horrific pain had him arching and wincing, But she was only half done. The wing flops onto the floor, where Bambi's blood was starting to dry, and Lizzy leans over James to speak in his ear. James' eyes well. He doesn't know if the severing hurts more, or the intent. She was so upset with him. She thought him undeserving of his blessing. Perhaps he was. Mostly he credited this mess to his behavior in regard to Credence, Bambi’s previous employer. If he had just stopped. . .  there would be no crime. no witness. no corpse in the dining room upstairs. "Consider this the beginning of your penance to me," Elizabeth whispers, showing the bloody saw in her hand. His face crunches up in fear and pain as she comes close to his face, He leans his head away, trying not to sob at her. "I'm sorry I killed Creedence, Gatekeeper! I'm Sorry!" He blubbers "I shall repent. Take penance from my flesh!" His voice is hitched and wet. Elizabeth scoffs at him. "Credence was a dead man as soon as he pulled a gun on me. That's not your sin, James." The saw makes one long, agonizingly slow stroke across his other wing. "You're pathetic." The chatter of the saw's teeth against his hollow bone is so different than how it felt on his other bones. He could feel them splintering. When the blade makes a crack in the bone, he can feel the fracture spread up his wing like breaking glass.The crunching and cutting has him squirming. he can’t hold still for her, and James tries to plea instead. "I don't understand Gatekeeper! Please! She's of my faith, I can't abandon her! It's in my blood!” "Some stranger prays to your God and she's suddenly more important than me,” Elizabeth hisses. “I understand, Dire. I fucking understand." She saws again, and again, ripping serrated blade through flesh and bone, tearing it away from his body. His scream sound more like sobs as he curls up, his second wing ripping away slowly. He doesn't know what to do with his hands so he puts one gently against her without looking. Hes feeling her with tense fingers, occasionally griping at clothes, releasing and moving elsewhere to pat at her. "I'm sorry! I understand! I understand now, Gatekeeper!" His head still wanted to explode, the pain pressing hard inside his skull. His back was soaked in his own blood, warm and slippery. "Allow me to correct this!" He's desperate. He doesn't want to spend more days with her upset at him. It makes everything so hard. She had just stopped starving him, but he suspected she would go right back to it considering the events of the day. "I'll, I’ll kill her! I’ll do it for you!" "No you won't. She's gonna stay here now, and I'll work her, and use her as I see fit." Lizzy pauses her work - she's almost done - to grab James by the chin chains and tug. "She's going to see Hell itself and it'll be your fault." He manages to open his eyes and look at her as she yanked his scruffy beard and chin chains. Hes silent - listening. his brows just furrow pathetically. Once she lets go and moves again, he pipes up, "NO PLEASE! I made a mistake, I see now!" Lizzy isn't listening, but the saw goes through one last time, severing his wing completely. It bleeds profusely, and she tosses it away."How about you just lay there for a bit, pet." There's venom in her voice. James whimpers at her, his crimson painting the kitchen red. it pools and drips in long dark strings. Even with his eyes tightly closed, he can feel the room spinning. He didn’t have any strength to argue another word."Yes, Gatekeeper." He replies weakly, trying to relax his shuddering body. He wished for angels. He prayed, to the only entity with more power than the Gatekeeper, to give him mercy. . .  He knew God Wouldn’t. God was firmly in Elizabeth's camp. Lizzy lights a pair of candles, puts them aside, at the edge of James' vision. "You're not entirely grasping the situation here, are you?" James doesn't say anything. He slightly shakes his head. He never really did grasp anything. He couldn't imagine how she felt, he must be so infuriating. "You decided that your duty as a Priest was more important than my safety. That's the situation." She's holding a knife over the flame, letting James watch. He wanted to argue, to articulate his thoughts but he could feel himself giving up . . . what good was it really? He wanted to just lay there and take it, or die, or whatever he deserved. . .  but, If he did, she might think that's how he saw it. That he didn't care about her safety. It wasn't true and she needed to know it. "Elizabeth. that's not how I saw it. . . " he speaks in barely more than a whisper, "You're strong, and brave, this house has so many locks. I’m here. . .  I’m here to protect you if she had returned. . .  She wouldn’t return Elizabeth. She wasn't going to try to save me, she just wants to go hom--" "You don't know that!" Lizzy slams her fist into a puddle of blood on the table, screaming. "Dead people don't tell secrets, if she had gone home and told somebody, how many more do you think would have come back? How many people do you think want to stick a knife in me?!” "Elizabeth. . .  no one cares about us." He blinks at her with wet eyes. She slams her fist on the table again. And again. The knife is in her hands, and she's standing back over James, pushing his collar into his neck even further with her free hand. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" James feels the spikes digging deep as she pushes. Grinding the collar deep and pushing his head into the table. The knife stabs into his wing holes, hot and burning as she goes, screaming and making more holes in him. He tenses wildly as the knife finds him. over and over. Thoughts are melting away from him, stolen by pain and grief. He grips the edges of the table as she plunges the knife into him. The burning of the blade slows the pace of blood-loss, but the flesh is seared. He feels fluid forming in his left lung and he rattles a cough, letting the blood leak from his lips Lizzy screeches and flings the knife away, letting it bang on the wall of the kitchen, and she lets go of James. "Fuck you! You don't know anything!" "I. . . " He coughs again. It's painful in the collar. He buries his face between his own shoulder and the table, his grip still tight on the table. ". . . care, Elizabeth." He doesn't figure she could hear him, he's not even sure he said it out loud. He wept from pain and exhaustion into the table, traces of blood tasted like bitter copper. She doesn't seem to hear him at first, and slams her fist on the table again. "IF YOU CARED YOU WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT!" James flinches as she bangs around, he doesn't jerk much though, he just doesn't have it in him. He lifts his head a bit when she screams. His head wobbles as he tries to look back over his shoulder at her. "When?" He asks with empathy in his tone. Lizzy's grabbing her hair now, getting his blood on it, and curling up in the corner, sliding against the wall of the kitchen, screaming and sobbing. "You left you left you left!" James comes to a slow realization. He lowers his head back down. She had done this a few times before. He hated that when he bit back at her it sent her into these episodes. He didn't hate it for the reasons others might. . .  he hated it because he was suddenly the reason she suffered. She curls up and stays there on the floor, crying into her arm, holding her tattooed wrist so tight she was losing circulation in her hand. "Come back, come back. . .  please. . .  please, I'm sorry." James rests a moment, then slides off the table, looking more like jelly than a person. He can't quite stay standing so he slowly melts to the floor and crawls to her, his hands and knees slipping around in his own blood. Red palm prints mark his path to her. Once he gets there, he reaches out slowly. Trying to ease her to his touch, he goes lightly for her shoulder. She flinches, slaps his hand away in shock, yelling again. "Fuck off!" James flinches significantly as she swats him, but he doesn't run. "Elizabeth, Please. Let me console you." Even though his sense of self-preservation screamed at him to leave her be, he couldn't help it. The pain in him - the empathy- had him reaching out a second time. She didn't shove him off this time, just cried for Joseph over and over, cutting into her wrist with her nails. James takes the opportunity and slides on his butt next to her. He works hard to keep his back and stumps off the wall, they were burning him up. He half wraps himself around her, half pulls her to him. He’s being firm but not squeezing her. Raising his chin Dire prays to God on her behalf. Lizzy's curling up under his arms and crying, asking why Joseph left her, why she was alone, why she was damned. Her knuckles were bruising and bloody. James kisses the top of her head. Her hair always smelled good. Clean. like expensive soap. "As long as I live, Elizabeth. . .  you will never be alone," he whispers into her scalp as he rocks her slightly. "I'm sorry that Joseph is gone. . .  But I won't leave you." hes slow and patient  with her. He's not in a hurry for her to dry her eyes. James just holds her to him. Lizzy clings onto him, burying her head under his chin as she cries for her missing husband. “I'm a mess, I'm awful, I don't know how. . .  I miss him so much. . .  I just. . .  I can't. . . " He nods against her head. "I know. I know." he whispers, content to stay there as long as she needed.