#huh someone here got a nerve I c........

[katyspersonal]

brador probably brushes his teeth with bleach to wash the blood out of his mouth like the edgelord he is and to make it look like he foams at the mouth like a dog. also he reads 50 shades of grey to self-insert and imagine laurence as the sadist millionaire guy.

I will have you know that Brador takes such excessive care of his teeth because before his jailcell era, he took his image very seriously and didn't want to stain Laurence with his filthy presence! But even that aside, Brador makes suce that his manic grin always looks as shiny and charming as possible! YOUR edgelord son Bloody CrOwOw, on the other hand, doesn't bother with his mouth hygiene at all and that's why a smile engraved on his funny helmet will always look way better than his real one! Did I ALSO mention that Crow sips the blood because of addiction at least, because of vital need at MOST? Meanwhile Brador drinks blood JUST because!

Also Brador properly utilizes the fiction he engages with to explore his cringe urges and keep them contained within safe environment! And when he will be open to discuss them with Laurence, they will have very healthy and good kinky sex! He is a good example for all of us! YOUR blorbo, on the other hand, not only never got that queenussy, but also probably still pesters stranger women begging them for nudes low-quality roleplay where they'd need to say the lines from Annalise he wrote based on his wet dreams!

[faggotbeloved]

Cold Metal Biting Soft Flesh | Yandere!Curly x Captain!M!Reader

1: Sanitized (~1k words)

Cw: Canon typical violence, my headcannons for post-crash Curly's wounds, no beta we close our eyes, body horror, lots of painkillers

This work does not contain smut but is 18+. Minors and fem-aligned people, please do not interact. AN at the end.

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It had been only a few hours after saving a man from a three decade old craft when you’d determined that he was going to be under your primary care, aside from medical, from now on.

The man, as you’d discovered, was in fact the captain of the Tulpar. Upon inspection of his wounds, which only occurred back at the ship and with him sedated, Rhodes discovered the harrowing truth that he’d been in a state of third degree full-body burns for over four months. Worse still, he had one half-functional eye with the eyelid burnt shut though the other was severely dry, eyelidless, but still in surprisingly good condition.

Immediately, Rhodes ordered someone to get the passenger’s company issued bio-fabricator, a critical technology with the ability to take biological elements and grow genetically similar (but not identical) copies.

Technically, it was reserved for creating more plants or animals in a biosphere lacking most of the required succession elements, but it’d be easy to grow supplemental skin, hair, and blood to perfectly match the burnt man’s body. He also ordered silver sulfadiazine cream to soothe the initial burns, and for the first time since the man was in the accident he seemed to not be in agony.

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You sat beside the man. He still had his tongue and vocal cords, so he could talk (with much effort), but he was fully deaf so you had a captioning machine set up for him to read your words. Once he awoke, you silently showed him your badge with your name, picture, and title, which he read and nodded once he was done.

“Are you able to talk, sir? We need your name,” you said softly, watching as your head doctor, Rhodes, finally replaced the sticky, deteriorating bandages that practically cemented to his raw flesh. Luckily, the man was unable to feel it with how numb his entire body was.

He nodded weakly, eye never straying from you for long, and coughed. He spat up blood and saliva, to which you gently swiped a rag across his chin to remove it. “It’s okay. Take your time. This is Rhodes, he’s your doctor for now, but one of the passengers here is also a cosmetic surgeon and can start skin grafts once you’re ready.”

You sat back to give the man some space and idly wondered if the bio-fabricator could make enough connective tissues, nerves, and muscles to give him back his limbs. Rhodes left after replacing his arms and legs bandages, and soon the man tapped your resting hand with one of his handless arms and you looked back at him.

“C…url…y,” he rasped out. His volume was lacking, but he couldn’t hear himself so it was to be excpected.

“Curly? Is that your name?”

He nodded weakly. You spoke again, “Curly. Okay, and can you answer a couple questions for me? Shake or nod your head, if you can’t talk.”

Curly nodded, and you began questions. “Were you the captain of the freighter I found you on?” Nod. “Were there exactly five people, counting you?” Nod. “Did the crash do this to you?” Nod.

“Was the crash on purpose?”

He hesitated, then nodded very minutely.

“Did you–” you were cut off. “Jim…my,” he croaked. Well, it sounded more like ‘Jenny’ on account of his lack of lips, but you got the gist. “Jimmy crashed the ship?” Nod. “Did the crew know that?” Shake.

“Shit.” Nod. You chuckled at the nod and he looked up, like he was proud of making you laugh.

“So… do you have your ID with you?” you asked, and he produced a fresh ID from a lanyard under his gown. “Huh. Did Jimmy put that on you?” You asked, to which he nodded. “Was he your friend?” A weak nod. “Do you know why he went batshit? I mean, he’s the only one who could have killed all of your crewmates.” Curly tilted his head like he was wondering what you were asking. You rambled too fast for the machine to pick up. “Oh, yeah. Do you know of a motive?” Shake.

You glanced from the ID card to his face. There’s no mistaking those eyes. You notice there’s something written on the back, but the handwriting is awful. “Um, it looks like Jimmy tried to give me instructions and told a five year old scribe. Can you decipher this?” You asked, showing him the text. Shake. “Fine, I guess. It’s good you have this, facial reconstruction can probably get you pretty close to your face from then.”

He shrugged and laid back, gazing at you. “Wait…” he gasped. “‘lease.” Please.

“Yeah?”

“Stay?” He pleaded, using what remained of his forearm to lock around your arm and keep you (only barely) in place. “’m… s…cared."

“Scared?” You echoed, settling back into your chair and placing a hand on his thigh. “You’re safe here. Everyone who goes in and out of here has high clearance and I know them all personally.” Even still, Curly shook his head. “‘lease,” he echoed.

“I… suppose I could get Sealegs to move my desk into here. Would that be good?” Nod. Nod. Nod. “This is Captain to Sealegs, Sealegs, do you copy?”

“I copy. Whatcha need?” Sealegs hummed. The sound of a familiar video game caught your attention.

“Quit playing Snake on government computers, first of all. Wheel my workbench to the medbay,” you requested, only endearingly annoyed at your nephew. After a few minutes, a young boy with the same eyes and hair as you came in with a rolling desk equipped with robotics equipment, soldering items, and more. Curly seemed to relax once you situated beside him and the two of you slipped into a comfortable silence.

“Hey, Curly, can I take some measurements of you?” You asked after a couple minutes. “Arms and legs,” you added. Nod. Curly lifted up a handless arm and waited for you to start, to which you took diameter and circumference of his arm, approximate length, shape of the amputation, and more. You did the same for the other arm and both legs, then you sat back down to work.

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In a few minutes, you put your higher education to use and attached a crude prosthetic to his leg, but since he was numbed to hell it wasn’t causing him any pain. You worked, he watched, and soon he fell asleep painlessly for the first time in probably a half of a year or so, for him at least.

Once he stopped coughing every time you looked away for too long, you were able to get some work done and sent off an update to your boss–you told him that you had a new crew member on board, that you authorized the use of the bio-fabricator, and that you’d pay for his medical costs. Of course, you wouldn’t tell Curly that. Feeling indebted to someone is a terrible thing.

You were in for a long night. You wanted to give him the most mobility possible, but it’d be up to him ultimately to use them. The least you could do is build him the choice.

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I’m not happy with this, but if I didn’t get it out now it’d rot forever :( thank you to everyone who’s left kind words and reblogs and likes!! It means so much and if youve left any asks I’m so sorry but tumblr SAYS i have 6 asks but none show up :(((

[fairlyang]

been having thoughts of this concept for weeks and i loveeee this series so i just had to spitball something for fun. happy halloween🎃

w/c: 777

tags: blood, murder, cruel violence, wade being wade, silly, death, more murder, revenge, helping, then a lil horny, just some headcanons really

purge night with wade would include:

taking down every singular person that has spoken bad about you, or done you wrong in any way, shape or form

sure wade could’ve done that anyway since he’s a merc but breaking in after that alarm comes on was the fun part

depending on how awful they were to you would depend on their punishment from wade

like your creepy and annoying ass boss just got a warning by wade barely grazing his chest with his katanas, marking a big x

the one who had it the worst was your god awful satan’s spawn asswipe of an ex

wade would have a blast with him

“oh you thought you’d slip by this day just because you bought an expensive security system to protect yourself? well it’s not your lucky day baby boy…”

he’d make sure that piece of shit could feel absolutely everything that he did to him

ending it off by putting a grenade in his mouth and wishing him luck while skipping away

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he’d def be wearing wearing all kinds of masks just because he could

spider-man? the first one he got. winnie the pooh? fuck yes. darth vader? abso-fucking-lutely. he’d even add his own impression and make you dress up as padmé

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he’d blast every wham! banger as loud as possible while driving around being a menace

maybe he’d pretend to be dead in a street or alleyway to bait people out and about because who the fuck is out on purge night besides pyschpaths?

“hey hey! oh you’re out purging huh? yeah i’m sure… stay safe out there! there’s loads of crazies out here.”

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or drive out to hot spots of shoot outs to “help out” one team but really just making jokes and annoying both groups that they all turn to shoot him

which of course doesn’t do them any good when he just regenerates in front of their eyes

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or he’d be an absolute sweetie and break in to those playing where rich white people auction to kill off poor minorities and just absolutely ambushes those sick fucks

luckily if they shoot him, he’s perfectly fine after a few seconds and shoots up like a zombie frightening them all

he’d def make sure that all those rich fucks never have the nerve to do that stupid shit again or else

“you think of doing this ever again baldie and i’ll make sure you live the rest of your life afraid to do be in a room alone because i will be there to fuck your shit up and not in the good way!”

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or maybe someone killed you and he vows to kill the mother fucker who took his whole world away from him

he’d have a very clever and thought out plan, and best of all, no collosus to stop him this time

he’d have every fucking gun, sword, and grenade he owns in his car as soon as the siren goes off and get there as fast as possible

they wouldn’t be let off the hook at any point and he had a shit ton of back up plans in case he lost them

“didn’t you hear John Kramer is back in, you son of a bitch!! this house is your fucking trap dipshit.”

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public sex

sure you’d be doing that anyway because wade truly didn’t give a fuck if you were caught but doing it on this day meant no tickets

and doing it anywhere

he first took you to the mall, just wanting to fuck you in the food court where your moans would echo loudly

it was way better than he thought

just taking you in multiple positions on a table before quickly scrambling to put his clothes back on to go to the next location

a rooftop

he’d have you only holding onto the edge of the roof while fucking you in doggy

“god what a fucking view.”

“oh yeah your ass looks good from back here too.”

his crazy ass would ask you to ride him while on the very edge which just had you explaining that you weren’t invincible and would just splat on the floor if you fell

“that just means you need to practice more as a cowgirl…”

after that failed he fucked you on the hood of his car, covering your body just in case anyone would pull a fast one

but no one did, only a group of guys passed by cheering you on saying “fuck the government!”

finishing it off by fucking in every room of your apartment but really truly ending it by fucking in front of the window like true exhibionists, the way god intended

[eroticdarling]

BREATHLESS

[ KINK ] Breathplay

[ MEANING ] A type of BDSM activity that involves restricting someone’s breathing

[ AU ] College

[ PAIRING ] Student!Satoru x Student!Fem!Reader

[ WARNINGS ] Breathplay 𖹭 Choking Kink 𖹭 Rough Sex 𖹭 Masturbation 𖹭 Thigh Slapping 𖹭 Rough Play 𖹭 Nonverbal Safe Word Usage 𖹭

[ A/N ] I apologize if this is bad cause I'm new to writing kinks like this but I promise to get better. Not to mention how long it took me cause I kept getting distracted.

Today, you decided to go to your boyfriend's dorm unannounced since you had nothing better to do and wanted to surprise him. To prepare for this sudden occasion, you wanted to wear something that was also surprising. Which was a pink and white crop top that had a heart cut out showing your chest with a short skirt to match the top.

Underneath it was a lacey light pink bra and a thong. These matching sets were on sale at your favorite clothing brand, and you were itching to buy them. Their fabric was also very comfortable, which was something you loved about this brand.

You put on a jacket to hide your outfit because you didn't want anyone else to see it and grabbed your bag, including keys, before leaving your dorm.

A few minutes later, you arrived at your boyfriend's already taking out the extra key he gave you. After stepping inside, then silently closing the door behind you, you tiptoe to the counter to put your stuff down, taking off your jacket to sit it down on the counter.

You make your way to the small living room where you see the white-haired male on the couch. From your perspective, he was watching TV until you got close enough to see his arm moving at a steady pace as his head laid back.

You heard his heavy breathing while mumbling things under his breath. Using your ears, you could have sworn you heard him say your name a couple of times. As you got closer to the point you were standing right behind him, your suspicions were right.

There your boyfriend was on the couch manspreading with his dick in his hand, gripping the base. He was stroking it at a slow pace while his phone was in his other hand. To your surprise, he was looking at pictures of you.

Catching him in the act gave you butterflies in your stomach. Clenching your thighs together, you couldn't wrap your head around the fact he was masturbating to your photos while calling out your name.

Your hands unconsciously make their way under your short skirt to circle your clothed clit. Hearing your breath get heavier didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you. He turned his head in your direction to meet your gaze.

You see him instantly relax when he realizes that it's only you, "Sorry for coming—" You tried to apologize but got cut off, "C'mere." He motioned his finger.

Doing what he said, you walked around the couch to stand in front of him already noticing his dick was back in his pants. His azure eyes made contact with your (e/c) ones before going lower. When he saw your getup, a smirk tugged at his lips.

"So you decided to walk over here dressed like a slut, huh?" He questioned.

You were taken aback but still answered, "Of course not! I covered myself before coming here so only you can see it."

"Awe how sweet." He spoke in adoration reaching his hand out to pull you on his lap.

His hands barely lift the skirt to fully see your panties, "You're pussy looks even cuter in these." He added, sliding them to the side to touch your puffy clit.

Circling his fingers around your bundle of nerves made your body head up. Low moans slipped past your lips as he carefully moved, "How you feelin' baby?" Satoru abruptly asked, wondering if you were aroused.

"I want you to touch me more." You truthfully said earning a smirk from the white-haired male, "Perfect cause we're trying somethin' new!"

Hearing this made you feel nervous. Almost every time you both had sex there was a new kink added to it. Satoru never wanted boring basic sex so he'd find new kinks to try for you both enjoyment.

Contemplating what the new kink could be you decided to ask, "What is it?"

"Breathplay." He answered earning a look of confusion from you.

You were now starting to wonder where he kept finding these kinks from. Fortunately for you, you had heard about Breathplay on your Twitter feed and chose to research it. Knowing your boyfriend, you knew he'd come across it one day which meant you had to prepare for when the time came.

"Satoru you know how dangerous that is?" You questioned the guy who seemed to know nothing about it.

"Don't worry princess I've already done my research on it. I wouldn't want to accidentally kill you." He assured you before putting his finger on his chin to seem like he was thinking, "All we need now is a nonverbal safe word."

"Hmm..." You were in your thoughts, trying to think of a good one until you looked at the couch, "What if I knock on the couch three times?" You did what you said trying to see if it was loud enough.

It wasn't too loud and knowing how much of a moaning mess you could be Satoru had a new idea, "Or you could lift your hand and snap your fingers. It shouldn't be that hard."

Hesitant about doing this you agree with him, "But if I don't like it we're never doing it again." You warned him.

"Alright, I don't mind." He agreed with you before getting you off him.

When he got off the couch as well you instantly got back on, getting into position. Your back and head were on the couch cushion with one leg on top of it. The other leg was dangling off the couch until Satoru put himself in between to put it on his shoulder.

"You look so beautiful in this position my pretty slut." He complimented how you appeared beneath him as the same adoration filled his voice once more.

Taking off your clothes to only leave you in your panties, he soaked up the view, "I did love how these looked on you... too bad we have to rip them." He boldly claimed, grabbing a hold of your panties to rip them off in one swift move.

Looking at the torn fabric in his hand your gaze went straight to him, "Satoru! Do you know how much I paid for those?!" You yelled at him for ripping the underwear you paid good money for.

You thought he was ripping your panties on purpose because this wasn't the first time he's done it then paying for it after.

"Don't worry, princess, I'm rich so I'll buy you a new pair." He nonchalantly started to pepper wet kisses on your neck.

The attack on your sensitive neck mixed with the anticipation of getting filled up by Satoru's cock gave you chills. He then stopped to put two fingers in his mouth coating them with saliva before inserting them into your needy hole.

"Just gotta loosen you up a bit." He announced curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot.

His fingers worked in and out of your wet cunt making squelching noises that could only be heard between you. As his digits were feeling around your gummy walls, he used his free hand to unbutton his pants. He pulled them far down to let his hardness free that leaked with precum. It was standing blushing an angry red indicating he was hard again.

After he was done prepping you, his fingers left your hole, earning a whine from the loss of pleasure. Not long after you felt a palm smack the side of your thigh. Wincing from the pain it was soon soothed by the same hand rubbing the stinging sensation.

"Be patient, princess." He demanded before aligning his cock to your entrance to slip it in with ease.

You both gasp at the feeling as he starts moving at a compatible speed, "You ready baby?" He asked, waiting for you.

"R-Ready!" You shuttered, giving him the green light to wrap his hands around your neck. He didn't waste any time in bucking his hips into you at a fast pace. He then squeezes your throat to cut off your air supply. Satoru didn't want to go in straight away so he would grasp your neck for a moment before releasing his hand.

From the friction, your back arched, losing your train of thought in the midst of it. You were now rocking faster as the tears ran from the corners of your eyes. You let out cries of pleasure, which was music to Satoru's ears.

"Satoru–fuck! Feels s' good!" You unwillingly put your head back from these euphoric sensations he was giving you.

Now amped to go further, he gripped onto your neck completely restricting your airflow. Even though this made breathing difficult you soon started to feel the blissful sensations kicking in.

Letting out disoriented moans from the lack of breath, you could feel yourself getting light-headed. But you didn't think much of it since the pain quickly turned into pleasure. This action sent tingles throughout your body, sensing that knot in your stomach.

"C-c-cumming!" You stuttered trying to say the words.

"Cum for me princess." He said pushing himself deep inside your pussy.

Feeling you clenching down on his cock, he watched how you creamed around him. Leaving a cloudy white ring around the base that dripped to his balls, it sent him into a frenzy. This made him want more of you, to feel your warm juices leak on his dick once more.

Groaning from the feeling of your gummy walls clenching on his dick for dear life, his mind was cloudy. His grip intensified to the point you were seeing stars. You were already on cloud nine yet this made you go even higher.

Searching for his orgasm next, his thrusts turned animalistic. Lewd-chopped moans, grunts, and his balls slapping against your pussy filled the air. When you felt like you were about to pass out from this feeling you'd tap Gojos hand as a warning.

The action caused him to release his grip to allow you to breathe back in after losing a certain amount of oxygen. Once you were finally able to breathe it felt like a high causing your orgasms to intensify. Which was the best sensation you've ever felt though it was dangerous.

Restricting your breathing again, you felt him continue to pound into you. His head leaned back biting on his lower lip to deny any sounds that tried to escape. Satoru was completely over the moon thinking your body was his heaven.

Your sight began to get disorientated as different parts of your body felt numb showing a clear sign of oxygen deprivation. Although you were concerned, you still wanted to carry on worrying about Satoru's orgasm. But it didn't last long when you felt yourself almost having tunnel vision.

Trying your best to lift your hand, you attempt to snap your fingers. Noticing this, Satoru quickly stopped everything that he was doing. Pulling out, you sat up to properly catch your breath.

"You okay?" Satoru expression turned worried as he looked at you.

"Mhm." You finally said after a few more deep breaths.

"You wanna stop now?" He questioned causing you to think over it, "You couldn't cum yet so nah." You replied in a groggy tone, feeling your throat tighten up.

"That's the least of my problems plus do you hear yourself? You literally sound like you just woke up." He stated pointing out your change of voice.

"Yeah, I think we should stop." You rubbed your aching throat.

"Don't worry I'll take care of you! And I know the perfect remedy to help." Satoru playfully said before suddenly kissing over your throat causing you to laugh.

"Okay, okay!" You try to push him off making him get off the couch to pick you up, taking you to his bedroom to cuddle and watch movies.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: Pain... when it sucks, it really sucks hard. (my life)

Today N. came home. After 3 months abroad, he was back with me/us. However, N. was a little disappointed. Our Baby didn’t feel comfortable with him. He didn’t see him for 3 months. He was a stranger to our son. But later in the evening, when we were in bed together, our little one seemed to slowly understand, that Nico belongs to us. He didn’t cry anymore when N. tried to hug or hold him. He even seemed to enjoy it a bit. ❤️

Nico: I missed you both sm. I was hoping he’d remember me.😟

Me: You have to give him some time. He was only one day old when you left. And look at him, he likes you.

Nico: He’s quiet now because you’re holding him.

Me: But something about you seems to make him curious? He’s already tired. I can tell by his eyes. Still he struggles to stay awake. He doesn’t want to fall asleep. He looks at you all the time, N.

Nico: And he won’t let go of my hand. He pulls really hard like.. he’s fighting with me. 😄 He wants me out of here, huh?

Me: Let's put him between us. 🥰

Nico: Why is he sleeping here with you in our bed?

Me: He got used to it. He screamed & cried a lot. It was easier for me to have him next to me, to calm him down or feed him.

Nico: Yea, I know. You told me. But now that he’s fine, he should learn to sleep in his own bed, babe.

Me: He’s only 3 months old!! And I still have to feed our son every 3 hours.

Nico: I’ll get up for you. I go to his bed and give him the bottle.

Me: Is he bothering you?

Nico: What about fucking? I mean, he doesn’t bother me. He’s just a Baby. He doesn’t get it anyway. But I know, you! I doubt you’ll sleep with me, as long as our Baby is lying next to us in the same bed.

Me: Maybe that’s why he doesn’t like you?🤨 ...No, I’m just kidding. Um, well! I-... Idk? It's gonna work out somehow. But tbh... here, at my parent's, it's-.... Agh, I’m afraid someone might catch us or something. Yk? I can’t even close my door! Let’s stay in the house tomorrow night. There we have at least a little more privacy.

Nico: You had a fight with your parents? We used to have sex in your room, so why not now?

Me: It was a bit tense between me and my Mom. I just don’t want to hear anymore that I’m a bad mom.😞

Nico: Did she say that to you?😠

Me: She didn't really say it, buttt I always feel like I’m doing something wrong. She said I didn’t care about Lucas. This hurt me a lot. Anyway.

Nico: I gotta get you out of here.

The next morning I woke up with a severe headache. The pain was unbearable. I knew that pain. I’ve had this kind of headache in the past. That’s why I became hooked. I had to take very strong painkillers, opiates, because nothing else helped me. And now it was back. Why the hell? I really didn’t have the strength and nerves to deal with this kind of pain, NOW. 😭😫

I got up and went to the bathroom. This pain almost drove me crazy. I was afraid I’d be as bad as I was then, in the past.

I sat down on the floor in the shower. I tried to get through it somehow. Usually, the headache stopped after an hour.

And yes, I got a bit better. That moment Nico came to me. He just woke up.

Me: Did you leave Lucas alone?

Nico: No, ofc not! I took him down to your Mom. I thought you were there too. What-

Me: Nothing! I- I’m fine. I had a bad headache.

Nico: That’s why you’re sitting.... naked in the shower? 🤨🙂

Me: Yes, exactly. When I have this severe headache, sometimes I do things that don’t make sense. Yk? Out of desperation to survive the pain somehow.

Nico: And has it helped?

Me: No, nothing helps, but I still try, because, as I said, I’m desperate and can hardly stand it.

Nico: I love you, babe. So much. 😟

Me: Love you too. 😳

A day later I had to go to the hospital. I passed out, because I couldn’t stand the pain anymore. The docs suspected that it had something to do with the c-section anesthesia? However, it was nothing serious but the pain... didn’t go away. Just as then. 😫

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[loupy-mongoose]

Warning: This part contains discussion of Pokemon abuse and neglect, as well as the general topic of death.

Edit: I didn't realize when I posted that this part is kinda long, so I'mma slap a Read More on it.

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ARC START | CHRONO

Lavender stared in shock at the man who'd approached her.

It was him.

The man she'd seen in the articles online.

The man she'd seen in Nico's dream vision.

Fuji...

The man tilted his head a bit. Ah, so you've heard of me. I'm guessing you've read about the orphanage online?

I, uh...

Lav had no idea how she would begin speaking to him, let alone broach the subject that drove her to this moment.

I... I...

She hugged herself, shivering. Her mind and emotions were spent.

Fuji's concerned look grew deeper. Easy, there. Easy. What's troubling you? Maybe we can work it out.

She could feel his genuine concern for her wash off of him, and her own loneliness and regret crashed over her. She asked him in a timid, shaky voice, can I have a hug?

His eyebrow rose, but he smiled warmly at her. Of course! If it'll help!

She charged into his arms almost before he could open them wide enough. Oh how she missed this feeling of being safe in a pair of arms...

So what's got you so upset? Or is it something too personal to tell a stranger like myself?

Uh...

His voice lowered to just above a whisper. Your family isn't mistreating you, are they? I can help get you out if they are.

At that Lav pushed away from him, waving her arms. No no no no, nothing like that! I-I'm sad because I left them... And I wish I hadn't... I came here looking for someone, but... She wiped her eyes for the hundredth time since she'd taken off. It was a rash decision and I wish I could go back...

I can help with that too. Fuji smiled again. Where do they live? I'll do what I can to get you back to them!

Lav gripped at her elbows, biting her lower lip. Should I tell him? How much would it give away...?

How much will I need to give away...?

She took a quiet breath and answered. Paldea.

Paldea... He became thoughtful. That's a long ways away from here... You came here on your own?

Lav nodded, rocking slightly back and forth. All the warnings she'd heard from her parents flashed through her mind, almost making her feel sick again.

Finally she gripped her jacket sleeves and took a deep breath. Listen, Mr. Fuji, there's something I wanted to talk to you about. But... not in the open.

The gentle man lowered his brows questioningly.

I-I know that sounds weird... But... C-can we go to your house? And talk in private?

Fuji's face creased in confusion, but he shrugged. Alright. I'm all ears. Maybe I can offer you a drink to calm your nerves? Coffee, tea, hot coco?

Lav smiled widely at the sound of that. Ooo, yes please! Hot chocolate! Please!

Fuji chuckled as he turned to go and motioned for her to follow. A sweet tooth, huh? No problem!

Hey, I never got your name.

She gave a shy laugh, well recognizing how this might sound to him. It's, uh... Lavender, actually. Lavender Linden.

Hah!! Oh dear, it might be a little hard for my old brain to remember that one. His voice oozed with joyful sarcasm, and Lav felt herself warming up to him.

You can call me Lav if it's too much for you~

Lav. That sounds lovely. He chuckled softly. It's nice to meet you, Lav.

Lav smiled, finally feeling a sense of comfort for the first time since leaving home.

It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Fuji.

The pink Mew carefully peered down into the cliffs surrounding the purple-hued town. It was too far away to make out distinct people. But where his eyes failed him, his senses gave him hope.

I feel her.

He looked at Akoya. They're eyes passed the message without use of words or mind. They flew down to discuss with Persim what the next step would be.

Oooooh, look at themmm!!

Lav looked into a pen containing several little land-dwelling Pokemon. Ratattas, Growlithes, Nidorans, and Mankeys, and others mingled together. Some were missing eyes and limbs.

So you take in orphaned Pokemon and take care of them?

Fuji smiled softly, but with a sad gleam in his eyes. Orphans, injured, sick... Trainers will often bring in Pokemon, either their own or ones that they've found in their travels. It's sad when they're mistreated, but I like to think we offer a little bit of hope and comfort for those in need.

Lav watched a few Ratattas running together, including a dark colored one that had a set of wheels attached to its back legs. She pointed to it. What happened to the Alolan one there?

A Karate Chop went too far. HP shields will only protect so much. Fuji sighed. Her trainer pushed her to fight beyond her limits--against a Machop, no less--and she paid the price. And of course her trainer left her for dead because she couldn't fight anymore.

A lot of the Pokemon in our care have similar stories. I swear, trainers who don't bother learning type matchups drive me up a wall! Just because they're protected from elemental attacks doesn't mean the protection lasts or is perfect every time! And when the shields fail, it can fail spectacularly.

Lav thought about her dad's journey as a trainer through Sinnoh, as well as her own dream of doing her own journey. She had to venture a question. D... Do you feel that way about all trainers?

Absolutely not. There are plenty of good trainers out there, and I adore them. I want to support those ones however I can! And of course trainers will make mistakes. Sometimes mistakes that will cost a life, unfortunately... As long as there are Pokemon trainers, that will continue to happen. But that alone doesn't make one a bad trainer.

And the sad thing is, it's those trainers who suffer most from their mistakes. The ones who throw away the dead or injured, they move on to the next victim with nary a backward glance. But when a loving trainer loses...

He sighed again, leaning on the fence. It's heartbreaking, really. All the trainers who feel like they failed because of their losses, when in reality those are the best of the best. They don't realize that in taking a path of love, they've taken the hard path. Grief is the price we pay for love, after all, and sometimes in can bankrupt trainers...

Suddenly he leaned back. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get sad on you! I see both ends of it, so I have trouble keeping them apart sometimes. I hope you can forgive my morbid rambling...

Of course. Lav smiled morosely. ...I can tell you pay that price a lot...

Fuji met her eyes with warmth. Yeah... Yeah. It's not always an easy job... But it is my greatest love. And grief is a price I'm willing to pay for it.

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ARC START | CHRONO

This makes me want to do a Nuzlocke. XD

[thecameronchronicles]

Surfboard

TW: Smut. Language. 

JJ x Kook!Reader

Enemies to Lovers

SUMMARY: Your visit to The Chateau alters your and JJ's tolerance of each other. 

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Surfboard

Even the way a Kook's tires sounded on the gravel leading to The Chateau made JJ's jaw clench in annoyance. With Sarah, he had learned to ignore it for the sake of his friendship with John B. But you were not an exception. You were even classified as the bane of his existence. But you also happened to be Sarah's best friend. That annoying best friend always showing up in half a swimsuit that left the other half of you exposed as a reminder to what he could never have. 

Not that he wanted you. At least that's what he told himself every time he saw you in his peripheral vision. Your curves teasing him always just out of reach. His mind cursed him with the proximity he didn't close. Hating you all because he wanted you and couldn't have you. 

"Sorry, princess, Sarah isn't here..." 

"Actually, I'm here to see you."

His eyes lifted from his surfboard spread out over the table before him. The wax stilled in his hand. 

"You don't have any of your Kook boyfriend's with nothing else better to do?" 

"They're all getting ready for the bonfire..." You pouted. 

"You mean to tell me," He paused yet again, for dramatic effect. His expression drawn in sincerity despite the mischievous humor in his eyes and threatening the corners of his mouth. 

"The world doesn't revolve around you? Huh..." He leaned across his board to reach you. The huff of his scoff felt against your lips. "Have you told you that?" 

"Just forget it..." You spat, disappointment filling every nerve as you loathed leaving the way you affected him. This game you two played of not crossing a specific line of distant torment was your favorite form of entertainment. A tango of sorts. Only you suddenly felt as if you no longer knew how to dance when you got too close to him. Which he had been. Those taunting lips a mere inch and that look on his eyes validating he knew this effect. 

"What did you want anyway?" He asked as you threw your hands in frustration. 

"To surf."

"Topper "shred the waves" Thornton couldn't reach you?"

"Look, I came here to ask you because...because Sarah said you were good. Maybe I should remind her just because she's fucking John B doesn't mean everything in his life has value...What should I expect with your name-" You narrowed, taking this win before JJ glared and moved after you. 

"You watch your mouth princess. You came here for a favor-"

"A momentary lapse of judgement." You took a step forward. 

"Don't you have to have an IQ to have a lapse? I think all your little perfumes and things have taken it from ya." 

"And what? You're Einstein?"

"Hardly..." He berated himself. "But even I know it would have been better to stay on your side of the island." He stood closer. Too close. Close enough to feel the fringes of his touch just beyond reach. 

"Where. You. Belong."

But he didn't budge now. His face remained well over yours as his eyes draped in the space between you. A greedy and undeserving gaze when having spoken in such former cruelty to you. 

"That's only because you couldn't handle me, Maybank." 

A single moment of stillness before Earth's axis would shift. The pogue and the princess in an imperfect collision as his eyes fasted to the door of The Chateau before pulling you away from sight. A single wrap of his unkind fingers to your wrist and you were taken towards the surfboard. That fine line between enemies and potential acquaintances severed and savored as he set your hands greedily at the board before you. 

"You are such a little fucking brat. Need someone to put you in your place-" Your skin illuminated from the inside out. His touch now a tease to your fingers as they were forced on the board. 

"I need to teach you to be a good girl...a favor to the outer banks..." He pushed your body into the edge of the table within this shed on the property of The Chateau. Anyone could find you. A thrill in knowing this. But you could only truly focus on the new order. 

"Keep your hands there." You felt his hands retract from the intertwine made over the board. A fresh grip made when you felt him tease your skin with his fingertips. Beginning at your wrists, a slow ascension that ended at your shoulders. 

"It's about balance. You have to be able to keep centered...no matter what's on the outside of that board...focus." What he demanded was completely lost on him. His breath at your neck, the touch taunting the exposed skin you hoped he'd notice had been revealed for him, and the way his chest climbed and escaped that curve of your back. All for you. As you were all for him. 

"If you could focus on anything but what shoes to wear for more than five minutes that is..." He smirked at his insult. 

"I hate shoe shopping."

"Liar. I've seen you go with Sarah and Kie...Just last week."

"To see you. Even for a second." You confessed as his thumbs brushed over your nipples, at attention beneath your bikini top. 

"You came here because you wanted me to make you come, princess?" You hesitated, but your head already bobbed. A grip to your hips turning you to face him. A blush across your cheeks unveiling some semblance of an existence behind otherwise siren eyes. 

"I'm going to do something to you nobody ever has..." He leaned closer, unbuttoning those jeans shorts. His fingers on the edge of your suit bottoms within. A mismatched suit that somehow fit with adjacent coloring. 

"I'm telling you no." He pushed you slightly into the surfboard, leaving you shocked as he began to move back to The Chateau, adjusting his seam, and wearing a grin of pride. 

"You're an asshole, JJ!" 

"Well now you're just flirting, sweetheart."

"You know what your problem is, JJ?' he stopped, "You can't stand Kook girls because you can't handle them. Because you can't last!" He suddenly charged back to you, your body placed back against the surfboard. His hand within your shorts and against your clit in perfect precision. 

"I can't stand you. So fucking annoying with these little swimsuits. Bringing your ass around here acting like you're better than me. Like I can't touch you." He slipped your suit to the side. Your naked sex at his fingertips. 

"The problem isn't that I can't. But once I have, you'll never be able to get off unless it is with me. Thinking about me while some other cock is inside of you..." His second hand lifted to your breast. Nipples twisted and pulled as his dominant hand accelerated in speed. 

"I was doing you a favor by not touching you. But since you think you know best. I've gotta teach you a lesson-" He pulled his fingers away for a second, only to remove the shorts. 

"You came here to be taught to surf...but I'm gonna teach you to fucking come." He bent you over the surfboard. His cock at the ready as a threat between your folds. 

"Shame...how you gonna explain this to your little friends? Can't keep your mouth shut? Hmm?"

"Ah..." You groaned as he ran his head through your sex. Teasing and taunting, threatening and massaging, until one single thrust bottomed out within. 

"That's right, princess, cry for it. God knows you need a good fuck..." He took hold of your hair, bending you without care of how the table dug into your hips. The piercing of his cock distracted you enough to ignore anything else. 

"You think you're better than me? Then why are you begging over my cock, huh?" He questioned as you weren't aware of the pleas you made with each thrust he made within you. 

"Because you're greedy. Because you want to be filled with my cum, fucked like a little slut, but go back and tell them I'm in love with you, right? You think everyone wants you? You think I can't help myself?" He flexed inside of you. 

"This isn't for you. This is for me." He withdrew himself and forced you to your knees. 

"This is for me. So show me you deserve this. And keep your mouth shut for five seconds."

"You'll only last that long?" You teased as he took his cock to your lips. 

"Suck, princess." You obeyed. This game with rules now blissfully blurred as you took him. Deeply. His deep breath pleasing you enough to bypass that gagging feeling. Those teary eyes favored by him as he clenched his jaw at the sight. 

"On your knees for a pogue...what would they think of you?" He pulled you deeper. 

"Crying over my cock? What would they think of that?" He questioned as you closed your eyes to savor him. His length, the weight, the fulfillment, missing it within. Your eyes fixated on that fantasy before you were suddenly pulled over the table, legs spread by his angered and ringed fingers, before he dove between you. His cock reinstated in your sex as he thrusted and stilled. 

"If you weren't such a brat, I'd make your eyes roll with what I could do on MY knees. But you came here to come. So fucking come." He was murderous in pounding into you. One after another, his cock and the weight following made you reliant solely on him. Your manicure ruined in his skin as you left lines of evidence to the words you couldn't say. 

He wasn't just good. He was outlandish. Hitting that inner spot with conviction without needing to source you for it. As if he knew. As if he was built exclusively to command and please you. 

"You want it, princess?"

"Yes! I'm so close!" He wrapped his hand over your mouth. 

"If I wanted everyone to know I was fucking you, I would have you in figure Eight, ass up, and one of your stupid little parties. These little sounds are just for me." He pulled you closer to him. A deep French kiss sending you outside of your body. The way he held you was harsh, his thrusts cruel, but that kiss was an apology to both. An apology that mounted that need and edge within. Your body rolling over itself as your nerves were set alight. 

"JJ!" You whined into his palm as his palm returned between the kisses. But your plea went unanswered as he set that hand to your neck and guided you flat upon the board. 

"I want you to come on this board. So fucking hard that I can't help but feel you when I'm surfing. In the same water your precious Topper wins his titles and you let all of em touch you...Now!" He withdrew himself, fingers at a murderous pace as he forced your legs wider. 

"Ahhh! JJ!! Fuuuuck!' his fingers bent and twisted, testing your strength until you came apart over him. Not just once. Twice. Spurts of not only an orgasm, but a squirt. Drenching your thighs and his board as requested. But he wasn't done. The fire in his eyes informed you of this. He took your hips and formed himself back inside of you. Resuming his pleasure. Now, building to a climb as he bent over you. 

"Make me come. Use that greedy little pussy, princess...." You obeyed. Your body wrapped around him until it was impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. Your body lifted and slid against the board in gluttonous repetition until you felt a second orgasm form. Your body was no longer your own as he scoffed. 

"Already? They really THAT impatient on your side or you just that fucking annoying they can't last?" 

"I'm that good..." You finally managed back as he groaned, pulling your legs over his shoulders and finishing in a few pumps in this position. 

"Goddamn..." He whined to himself, looking at the bliss across your face as you found a second release in the final thrusts of his first.

"Still want me to teach you to surf?"

"I got what I came for..." He cocked his jaw. 

But even if you managed to seduce him and "win" this victory, he was already formulating that next party. That next time you were alone. Maybe even in eye-shot or earshot of your precious friends. That even then, he could make you come. Again. Maybe even harder. Maybe not at all.

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[heavenlycloud]

sharing a bed: le sserafim x 6th member fem! reader

warnings: crying, swearing, nightmares

when you and your members found out that you were going to be going to the states for a tour you all were stoked. american fans had been begging for nearly a year and finally there were tour dates for an american leg of a world tour. the first stop was new york which yunjin in particular was looking forward to since it'd been almost two years since she'd seen her family in person. originally the plan was for her to sleep at her family's house then you all meet back up as a group two days later for the first stage rehearsals. that being said you and the other girls were planning to just stay in a hotel, two to a room then someone gets a solo room. however, when one of yunjin's family members got sick, plans changed and she couldn't go home for risk of also catching the illness. all of which resulted in you having to share a room with one of your members. the only issue is you have a MASSIVE crush on your now roommate, and you two have to share a bed for the next two days....

sakura

you laid stiff as a board in the queen sized hotel bed, nearly falling off the edge because you wanted that much space between the two of you

beneath the covers you were sweating and hoping that she couldn't feel you shaking beside her

but she could because you were shaking like a wet chihuahua arms length away from her

it was already nearing two in the morning and both of you needed sleep but the jet lag was absolutely no help

you held onto the blankets in an absolute death grip, hoping that you wouldn't move closer to her in your sleep

jokes on you because you did in fact move- so much so that you woke up face to face with sakura

your lips were almost touching which jumpscared you awake, causing you to fall off the bed and take ALL the sheets and blankets with you

sakura was woken up by this and didn't add to your nerves when she told you, "come back up here. i want to feel you near me again."

chaewon

you put up a wall of pillows between the two of you with the shitty excuse of 'so we have equal room'

chaewon literally didn't care if the pillows were there or not so she found it strange that you insisted on keeping them there

she turned to ask you a question and was met face to face with this giant feather stuffed pillow

the pillow wall not only seperated the two of you but also made it hard to hear one another talk

so you were literally sitting there nearly shouting to one another when you knew you had to be quiet because eunchae and kazuha were sleeping next door

*whisper yelling* "what did you say?!" "huh?!" "i said what did you- *loudly* y/n this is so stupid."

chaewon ended up getting annoyed that the pillows were in her way so she threw them aside

you decided that everything would be fine as long as you lay back to her

that fell through when you woke up to her spooning you from behind which sent your heartrate through the roof before you could open both eyes fully in the morning

yunjin

the two of you had never shared a bed before for this specific reason

you weren't really sure if it was the melatonin gummy your manager made you all eat that caused you to be calmer than normal but you weren't blushing and kicking your feet at every glimpse you got of her for once

not sure who's bright idea it was but the hotel a/c unit was on full blast with no way of turning it down lower

you and yunjin were laying in bed freezing cold but you were NOT about to make the first move for 'im cold ur cold' cuddles

yunjin offered multiple times and you refused

*sniff* '"y/n, you can come closer if you're cold" "no i'm good" "you sure?" "mhm" "okay"

and then fifteen minutes passed and yunjin swore if she heard you sniffle one more time she was going to literally punch you in the nose- "for the love of god. y/n come here."

and that's how you ended up hugging each other like two people freezing to death in the arctic

it would have been cute if yunjin didn't kick in her sleep

you woke up with bumps and bruises on your legs and bags under your eyes because you didn't sleep well...but she did

"wow i slept great last night didn't you?" and you're just standing there with one eye open, a bedhead, and a limp.

kazuha

the two of you were up late and you were just listening to everything kazuha wanted to say

your japanese was spotty but you did your best to follow because you wanted to make sure that she knew you were listening, and you wanted her to know her voice was always heard

she would finish talking about one thing and skip to the next until she ran out of things to say and that weird silence hangs over the two of you

"are you ready to sleep now?" "yeah, goodnight."

you're not sure how long you're sleeping before you stir awake to kazuha moving around next to you

suddenly she's breathing harder and wakes up with a scream that thankfully nobody else heard in the rooms around you both

your hands are already on her back and you're soothing softly, "it's okay, it's okay. zuha it's just me, it's just me. just breathe...you're with me, it's just us. just you and me, me and you."

when she's calm again you lay back down you feel her hand slowly slip into yours

no words exchanged, there's no need. just the feeling of you both knowing that you're there for one another.

[tcwmatchmakingau]

Date Night Pt. 2

A/N: Finally finished! This was my first time writing Cody and first time including spice in a full fic, rather than a drabble. Those two things made this a challenge but I finally got it to a place I liked. I hope you all like it, too.

This starts partway through Pt 1 and shows how Cody's date went, so go check that out here if you haven't yet.

Pairing: Cody x f!Reader

W/C: 5,386 words (I let this one get away from me but I have no regrets).

Warnings: Spice/smut/lemon after the divider, Dom!Cody (brat tamer got a hold of me), bratty sub if you squint.

Dividers by @samspenandsword and @djarrex, respectively.

He was too nice. Honestly, he blamed General Kenobi. The man’s deep compassion that bordered on insanity seemed to have rubbed off on the Marshal Commander. That was the only reason he was here, in a dance studio that didn’t serve alcohol, dressed in the nicest and somehow most uncomfortable civies he owned, leading a stranger through the crowd.

Of course his date got there first. He just hoped Rex’s would hurry up. His brother looked ready to call it from nerves, and the night had barely started. And Cody was not about to be left here seeing as this whole matchmaking endeavor was his brother’s idea.

At least you seemed pleasant enough when you introduced yourself. A bit formal, if anything, but Cody wasn’t really going to complain about having someone as beautiful as you on his arm for the evening.

The movements the instructor called out, something called a triple step, was almost insultingly easy, and the pair of you mastered it rather quickly. With each step, though, Cody couldn’t help but look up and around, checking in on Rex.

“Do you want to try for real?” You asked, breaking the slightly tense silence mitigated only by the crowd around you.

“Huh?”

Your lips quirked at his distracted response, likely mistaking it for nerves. You were pretty when you smiled. “Like partner dancing. It looks like you picked up the steps pretty quick, so do you want to try them for real?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He let you lead, moving into the circle of his arms and resting your one hand against his shoulder, taking the other in yours without an ounce of hesitation.

“You’re no beginner at this, are you?” he questioned as his free arm draped across your back, unsurprised when you shook you head.

“No, but I don’t mind brushing up on the basics. It’s good to reaffirm foundations.”

Cody agreed with a hum, having found himself barking a similar sentiment to his men, though the foundations for their training was very different. “A good philosophy to have.”

“I think so, at least. Better to prepare than be caught unaware.”

“Are you always so pragmatic?” he asked, an eyebrow raising as he turned his attention fully to you for the first time.

You shrugged your shoulders gently. “I don’t think so, but my friends will likely say otherwise.”

“Maybe your friends are jealous,” he offered, earning a delicious, full laugh for his efforts.

“No, definitely not. They’re rather fed up with me usually, but they still indulge me.”

Unsure how to answer beyond an approving nod, Cody let the conversation drop.

The two of you settled into a nice rhythm with your movements. The silence was still a bit awkward, but not unpleasantly so. Though with each turn, he kept his eyes scanning the crowd for a buzzed blond head.

A small smile curled at the corner of his lip seeing his brother swaying not very gracefully with his date, both smiling like idiots at one another.

Looks like he doesn’t need my help anymore.

It wasn’t quite relief, more like sweet satisfaction that rolled through him at seeing his brother really let go and enjoy himself.

Surprisingly, Cody was having a good time, too. More than he anticipated he would, at least. The dancing was different than what he’d experienced in other bars and clubs and while he wasn’t one to shy away from a night out with his men, it was never his choice activity for leave.

But this? Swaying and gliding smoothly across the floor to a song he could actually hear the words to, matched step for step by a beautiful woman? One who, based on first impressions at least, was intelligent and composed?

He wouldn’t mind doing this again.

“You keep checking out the other girls here and I may get jealous.” Your tone was light, teasing, but there was an edge he heard just underneath. Your face showed a similar pleasant mask as he realized he had been turned away from you for a bit.

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Oh no?” Your tone that time was sharper, the edge peeking through and Cody realized he was losing control of the situation.

“No, and I’m sorry I gave that impression,” he sighed and pulled you slightly closer. “The truth is I didn’t want to be set up. But my brother did, and he wasn’t coming without backup. I couldn’t let him fly solo or he’d get stuck in his head. That’s who I’ve been looking at.”

Deftly timing his steps, Cody circled the two of you around so you could see Rex and his date more clearly.

“He’s a good man, just awkward beyond belief when off the battlefield. I guess I felt I owed it to him to act as his wingman tonight.”

He looked back down to you, only to find you had leaned forward, almost pressing your forehead against his chest as your shoulders shook.

“Kark, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cr-”

But when you looked up, you weren’t crying. Mirth from your laughter danced across your face and for a genuine moment, there was no other thought in Cody’s mind besides imprinting that sight into his memory forever.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I accuse you of having a wandering eye, but we’re playing the same game.”

“I … what?”

���See her?” You pointed slyly at the girl in Rex’s arms. “She’s my best friend. I am looking to find someone, but the only reason I went through a matchmaker is because of her. She’s usually so nervous meeting new people that she clams up, so she thought an arranged date would help — no guessing if the person is at least open to a relationship. But the first rule of girl code is you don’t let your friend meet a new guy on her own. So … here I am, keeping an eye on her, ready to break a nose if I have to.”

At that, Cody let out a braw laugh, one that came from deep in his gut. You certainly were something else.

“What? You don’t think a girl can throw a punch?” Your indignation may have been genuine, he didn’t have the best read on you yet. But the traces of your smile made him believe it was a farce.

“Oh, I have no doubt the damage you can do, little one,” he teased, turning you both away from your friends. They seemed happy enough on their own, anyway, and he now wanted to enjoy his night to its fullest. “But I’ve been whipping Rex into shape since we were cadets. If in the incredibly unlikely event that he earns a punch, I’d be happy to deliver it on your behalf.”

You tilted your head as you crooned, “My hero,” sarcasm lacing your tone and igniting a fire in his gut.

But your jovial expression faded slightly as your eyes cut back across the room. “Unlikely, huh? So … he’s a good guy?”

He wasn’t sure if you realized how much you revealed of yourself in that moment. How the confident mask slid completely off to show the care and vulnerability beneath. You couldn’t have realized, he decided. But he still selfishly took the gift of your trust that he most definitely did not yet earn.

He would, though. He wanted to, at least.

“One of the best. Your friend couldn’t be in better hands.”

Slowly, your eyes glide back up to his and you smile again. But he can see the difference now, and this one isn’t a mask.

“Hmm, I think there may be better hands to be in tonight.”

Cody swallowed a growl at your implication, ego stoked by the hunger in your eyes as they raked over his face.

“Oh?” he prompted.

“Mm-hmm.” You stepped closer, pressing your front against his softly enough to give him room to step back if he wanted out. He moved forward. “But I don’t want to share.”

Cody knew how to wield his body like a weapon, not just on the battlefield but off to keep his men in line around the clock. His gaze, his voice, his posture all served to force excited shinies and wayward troopers to behave to regulation. He put all that knowledge to use as he pinned you with his gaze, eyes unwavering as he bent forward and invaded the last of your personal space, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You don’t ever have to share,” he promised, meaning every word if you would let him in. A grace he asked for gently, pressing his lips lightly to yours, keeping his eyes on you even as yours fluttered closed.

The moment he pulled back, the tip of your pretty pink tongue slid out to slide along your bottom lip, tasting him again, before you opened your eyes again to stare straight through him.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

“You know, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when you suggested leaving the class.”

Cody looked down — again — to check his movements against the complex pattern of steps marked on the flimsy on your floor, dotted lines connecting outlines of feet to show proper motion and placement. But the music was too fast and the rhythm too unfamiliar for him to accomplish his goal with any grace.

“You were the one who said that class was too easy, and I was still promised a dancing date. Gotta get you to my level before that can happen, don’t I?” you teased, leaning against your kitchen counter, watching him with bright eyes and a smile hidden behind the rim of the glass you were sipping from.

Or you could pick an easier style.

The thought was ungracious, and Cody would never admit defeat anyway. But still, it rubbed him wrong that such an easy civvie activity was this much trouble to master.

“Here, let me,” you offered, placing your glass down and slipping in behind him. And he did let you, resting his hands lightly over yours as you pressed yourself against his back.

“You want to rotate your hips when you step. It’ll make your movements more fluid and help you keep the beat.”

He felt the heat of your breath seep through the back of his thin shirt and radiate down his spine as your hands began moving his hips as you desired.

It was odd, giving someone else this much control over his body. It wasn’t strictly unpleasant — he very much enjoyed the weight of you against him and the subtle way you tried to hide how you would press your hips into his ass with each rotation. But it felt a bit too much like charging into battle without a strategy or even a map to locate his target.

Cody was, for the first time in a long time, flying blind.

But you seemed to have it all mapped out. Gently, you nudged your toe against his right heel, pushing that foot forward as you did the same with his right hip.

“Just like that,” you praised. You must have looked up, because this time he felt your breath tickle the fine hairs at the base of his neck. He shivered, and he didn’t need to see you to know you felt it.

“Where did you learn to dance this way?” he asked, trying to focus on anything besides how badly he wanted to turn around and show you a different kind of dance, one he would take the lead in.

You kept nudging his feet into the next step, slowly turning him in a circle. “I learned when I was a teenager. I needed a physical outlet and the woman who owned the local studio offered free classes if I worked the front desk on weekends.”

“A physical outlet?”

He wasn’t sure if he was imagining you tightening your grip on him, but he tightened his hold on your hands in response regardless.

“Yeah … I had a lot of stress and anger at the time, and it got me in a bit of trouble. A teacher recommended writing or crafting to calm me down, but I couldn’t sit still long enough for any kind of hobby like that. Timing worked out that I found the studio just when they needed someone. It didn’t take long after for me to fall in love with dancing.”

Flashes came to him of hours spent splitting his knuckles on a weighted bag, muscles straining after a too-long training session that still hadn’t washed away the pain and frustration after a mission. Those images soon faded to new ones, imagined ones of you, pivoting and moving gracefully, the power evident in your limbs as you move forcefully through the music he can’t hear.

“So you still take classes?” He hoped you wouldn’t hear how his voice caught.

You chuckled, only a little mocking. “I teach them now.”

It was a funny comparison, but with each facet of yourself you revealed, Cody thought of it like another level of Coruscant — polished and clean on the surface, but with so much hidden underneath. And he wanted to explore them all.

“And do you give every student such … hands-on help?”

For a moment, his heart stuttered as he felt your hands slip away from his sides. But the disappointment was soothed seconds later as you slid around to his front, finally facing him again. Gods you were gorgeous.

“Only if he’s got promise.” Everything from the tilt of your lips and tone of your voice to the way you arched against him screamed “tease.”

And Cody knew how to handle a tease.

Done with pretending he didn’t want more, pretending he wasn’t thinking about every other way your body could move against his, he gripped your waist and pulled harshly until there was no room between you. The position forced your neck back to keep eye contact, and his knees almost buckled at the sight.

“I’ll show you promise, little one.”

His lips descended on yours, claiming them thoroughly without any room for argument as he walked you backward to press you into the wall.

How you opened up to him, without a hint of hesitation, was even sweeter than the taste of you on his tongue. Cody relished it. So when you put your walls back up and tried taking control, your hands delicately sliding to the front of his pants, he caught your wrists and lifted them, holding them firm in one hand over your head.

Pulling away from the kiss, he let his eyes feast on you, pulled taunt and on display before him.

“Let me touch you,” you ordered, pulling against his hold.

He nipped at your pout.

“No.”

Cody dipped his head to continue nipping, gentle but firm, down the smooth column of your neck. You writhed against him, and he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from his denial or his bites. He smirked. Either way, you were slowly coming undone beneath him … just as he wanted.

He slipped his knee between your legs. “You wanted to see promise. So I’m showing you all I promise to give.”

You weren’t subtle. Your hips moved almost desperately to find friction along his thigh. But he kept it intentionally just out of reach. Just so you would feel it there but be unable to take your pleasure.

You’d learn it wasn’t something to take. Only something to be given.

And from the huff that sent your chest heaving right before his eyes, it was a lesson you were going to insist he teach the hard way.

“Okay, you got promise.” Your admission sounded like vinegar to the ears and Cody imagined it tasted even worse. He loved it. “But it’s no good if you don’t follow through.”

His free hand trailed up from your waist to skim across the outside curve of your breast. He knew the sensation must have felt so dull with so many layers between his fingers and your skin. Which made it all the more satisfying when you arched into the touch you could barely feel.

He wondered how it felt in your imagination. Craved to see how you’d react to the real thing.

“And yet just the promise has you so flustered.” He leaned forward again to pull your earlobe between his teeth, smiling around his prize at your sharp inhale. “I wonder just how far I can push you on the promise alone.”

“Cody, come on!” It wasn’t a whine, not really. But he bet it was as close as you ever let yourself get to one.

Until tonight.

“That’s not how you ask for something, little one.” Pulling back to his full height, Cody brings his free hand to tilt your chin up. “Try again.”

Your raised eyebrow was met one of his own. An incredulous unstoppable force meeting a confident unmovable object.

Oh, your stubbornness was beautiful. Hardened and shaped by circumstances he had only just begun to learn, it was a mark of your strength and resilience. But it wasn’t your core. And he was determined to push past it to see that vulnerability from earlier. This time given just for him.

“Come on, princess. Just ask nicely and I’ll take care of you.” His lips pressed to yours again, still firm but slower this time. Sensual. A different type of promise unspoken as his hand moved to pull your hips closer, holding you securely but gently to him. “I’ll take such good care of you.”

A whine, needy and pitchy, rang out so beautifully for him as he felt your resistance melt away.

“Please, Cody. Please let me feel you.”

He rested his forehead against yours so he could see your desperate, bright eyes.

“Good girl.”

He released your hands which fell to his shoulders immediately, using the leverage to pull yourself closer as he moved forward to kiss you again. Now free from holding you back, his own hands slid under the hem of your top to skate along the warm expanse of your lower back. An indulgent moan tore through him, sparking one of your own in response.

You responded to him the way you did to the music earlier, naturally falling into the perfect rhythm, letting him lead you as he pleased. Satisfaction sung in his blood as your tongue danced along his but bending to his will.

Pulling away then was one of the hardest things he’s ever done. But he was going to do this right. And that meant moving out of the living room.

“Now, you’re going to show me to your bedroom, you’re going to get undressed, then you’re going to keep behaving so I can make you come harder than you ever have before. Understood?”

You tilted your head and pursed your lips as if really considering his commands as a proposal, the silent challenge already igniting his blood again.

“But what if I want you to strip first?” Your hand slipped to cup his erection before he could stop you.

“What if I want you in my mouth first?” You bit your lip enticingly as you pressed against him.

“What if I want to make you feel good first?” You squeezed him but too lightly for him to feel satisfied.

You were going to be the death of him. You were used to getting your way, and no wonder. What sort of man could refuse that offer. But Cody wasn’t just any man. He going to make you follow orders or die trying. And if death came for him in your bed, he would thank every star for his fortune.

He knelt slightly to lift you into his arms, groaning at the heat he could already feel radiating off you.

“Then I’m not going to stop you,” he started, making his way through your apartment. You pointed him in the right direction and he pivoted, smiling at the look of victory on your face. “But I will have to punish you after.”

Confusion drew your expression tight. Gods, you were a precious thing, weren’t you?

“Punish?”

Cody dropped you onto the bed, enjoying the way you bounced and flailed to regain your balance.

“Of course,” he husked, crawling over to trap you beneath him. You reacted perfectly again, like you knew each step already as you laid back and welcomed his bulk, hands at his waist to secure him to you. “Good girls follow orders. Bad girls do what they want. So bad girls get punished.”

Running his hand under the front of your shirt, Cody slowly began lifting the fabric, his lips tracing each inch of newly exposed skin.

“And do you know what that punishment is?” he asked as your bra — a pretty, lacy thing — was revealed to him. He pressed hot, open-mouth kisses to the fabric just above your peak.

Your whimper had him repeating the process on your other breast.

“Do you?” he asked, pulling back to look at your flustered face, eyes pleading in a way he’d soon get your mouth to join.

You shook your head and whispered, “No.”

 With a smile at your disheveled state, Cody rocked his length into your core, gritting his teeth to hold back his own groan so he could indulge in yours.

“Punishment means you don’t get to come.”

Sliding back, he hooked his fingers around the waist of your trousers and pulled as he settled on his knees in front of the bed. Grabbing your thighs, he slid you to the edge of the mattress before pressing against the inside of your legs, spreading you open for him.

He nearly lost control right there. The sight of your glistening sex blooming for him tested every ounce of resolve. Maker, he did this. He made you feel this way. And he was only getting started.

“So, I’ll ask once again,” he warned, his hand coming to trace the outside of your lips, pulling at the flesh to expose even more of you to his hungry eyes. “Are you going to be good for me? Are you going to let me fulfill my promise?”

His patience was thinner than a razor’s edge, so when your answer wasn’t immediate, he doled out his first reprimand, bringing his hand down firmly but without too much force on your wet cunt. The slap echoed sinfully in your bedroom, drowned out only by your cursing.

“Fuck!”

“I need an answer, little one. And I need it now.” His voice was more gravel than honey, forced from his vocal cords desperately as he sat too close to what he wanted only to be left in limbo. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy. I just need to know if it deserves to come.”

It was the last straw. Your confession and consent poured out of you like a damn bursting, “Please! Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good just please let me feel your tongue!”

Cody didn’t keep you waiting. He dove in, determined to reward you for being so good. He focused his attention on your clit, working over the sensitive bundle of nerves with firm strokes, moaning into your heat as your hips moved against him, riding him to increase your pleasure.

He needed more from you. He needed you undone.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, pulling harshly until he felt your hands grip his hair, tugging at the short strands.

“Maker, Cody, just like that.”

He soothed over the area with a gentle lick before repeating the process, delighting in your cries at the sensation. Your nails scraped along his scalp and he welcomed every pass, the slight pain grounding him and affirming just how good he could make you feel.

When your legs began to shake around him, he dipped down to press against your opening, pushing his tongue just inside your channel to feel the muscles quiver at his touch.

“Yes, yes, yes right there. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna –”

And he was sure you were about to cum. But before you could, he pulled away.

“NO!”

Your scream brought a smirk to his face. Stripping quickly, Cody crawled back over you, pulling your legs to rest over his hips before gripping your waist. Every inch of you looked as utterly wrecked as he felt, from the tangled mess of your hair across the bedspread to the wide, pleading eyes that bore into his.

“I said I was gonna be good,” you whined, demanding your release. He was starting to love the sound.

Reaching forward, he guided your torso up just enough for him to remove your shirt and bra, finally bearing you completely to him. His hands trailed delicately across your collar, down the swell of your cleavage and finally across the peak of your nipple. With a sharp inhale, you arch into the touch, accidentally coating his length in your slick.

“I know, princess, I know,” he cooed, soothing the sharp sting of denial with his words as his hands gripped your waist. “That was punishment for teasing me earlier. Couldn’t let that slide, now could I?”

He gave you a pointed look, and you shook your head slightly, resignation coloring your features.

“But with your punishment out of the way,” he started, shifting his hips to place his tip at your entrance. “I can finally give you your reward. Would you like that?”

You nodded eagerly, but that wasn’t quite enough for him.

“Words, little one. I need to hear you say it. Would you like me to make you come on my cock?”

Your eyes locked with his in a final moment of clarity.

“Yes,” you breathed like a promise.

He was losing himself. He didn’t even make you say please that time. He couldn’t. Couldn’t bear waiting another moment to sink into you with you so willing beneath him.

In a slow but steady push, he felt your walls split around him, welcoming him home. Your hands squeezed his forearms, nails leaving half-moon smiles along his skin.

Part of him wished they’d scar.

Fully seated inside you, Cody could feel every spasm as you worked yourself up around him. “Shh, relax,” he ordered softly, bringing one hand over your lower belly and pushing down to still you. “Just relax.”

He left his hand there to keep you in place. Your head was tossed back, eyes closed tight in an expression of pure, unfulfilled desire, your mouth open but void of any sound. Reaching forward, Cody slid his free hand under the base of your skull, tilting your head forward and biting back a groan as the new angle let him sink even deeper into you.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open and met his.

“There’s my good girl.”

Good girls get rewards.

Cody waited for your smile to break all the way across your face before pulling out slowly and sliding back into you with controlled force. You tried so hard to keep those eyes open and on him, only letting your lids slide down halfway at the pleasure.

He repeated the motion, finding his own rhythm to drive you wild. Slow but powerful thrusts broke down every shred of resistance until you were putty in his hands, taking all he had to give you.

“Kark, you take me so well. Like you were kriffing made for me,” he praised, his voice barely more than a whisper but the way you tightened around him confirmed you heard it.

“Do you like that? Do you like knowing how perfect you feel? How good you’re being for me?” He growled loudly when you tightened even more.

“I do.”

Your breathless admittance had him moving faster, snapping his hips to yours with increasing pressure and forcing the sweetest cries from you.

“Don’t stop! Fuck, Cody please don’t stop,” you begged, your desperation fanning the fire inside him further. Nothing could get him to stop now.

Your hands fell from his arms to trail along your torso, catching his ravenous gaze.

He leaned ever closer, bending over you so his stomach brushed against yours as he kept his pace. “Go on.”

Your hands moved higher slowly, cupping your breasts and squeezing until the soft flesh spilled from between your fingers. You bit your lip, a moan clearly on your tongue you arched, offering yourself to his mouth.

He didn’t hesitate. Pushing forward, he wrapped his mouth around the tight bud of your nipple and sucked hard, delighting in the hoarse cry that burst from your mouth.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Put your fingers in my mouth.”

And you obeyed, reaching up to press the tips of your fingers against his lips. His tongue darted out, sucking them in and lavishing them until they were soaked.

“Touch yourself. Let me see how you make yourself feel good.”

He returned to your breast, suckling hard as he watched your fingers tease your other bud, a chorus of cries harmonizing with the repetitive wet slap of his balls against your cunt.

It was too much. He could feel the edge approaching and he couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to. But first, you.

Releasing your breast with a sinful pop, Cody leaned back to rest on his knees, pulling your hips even higher. Once you were settled, he pressed harder on your lower belly as his thumb found your clit, swiping hard over the sensitive nerves.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he promised, pounding into you frantically now, needing to feel your release. “I’ve got you. Now come. Come for me, my good girl.”

Nothing could have prepared him for this — how spectacular you looked as your orgasm took you, your back arching, using the leverage from your hips to impale yourself completely on his cock, your head tilting back to expose your throat to him. Or how fucking tight your walls constricted around him, pleasure so complete it bordered on pain until, with one last thrust, his own climax crashed through him, whiting out his vision for a moment.

He could feel the spasms of aftershocks running through you, milking him dry as he held firm above you. As much as he wanted to stay buried in your heat, he had to pull out, not wanting to risk overstimulating himself.

At least, not this time.

Even with his training, Cody was still out of breath. But you? You were a mess, shaking and panting in the aftermath of his attention. Rolling to the side, Cody lay back, pulling you to him and grounding you in his arms as he whispered praise and affection into your ear, his hand running soothing passes along your back.

Eventually, your breathing evened out and you tilted your head back to look at him.

“There she is.” He smiled gently, bringing his hand around to cup your face and press a tender kiss to your lips.

“Hi,” you whispered, matching his smile.

“Hi,” he replied, pressing his forehead to yours. “I should apologize. I did intend on discussing all of this with you first.”

You shook your head against his. “It’s ok. You gave me plenty of outs. And I’m not sure what I would have said, anyway. I’ve … I’ve never really done anything like that before. I didn’t … didn’t think I’d like it.”

You bit your lip and ducked your head slightly, but you never looked away. A swell of pride coursed through him at your boldness.

“And you did? Like it, that is?”

He laughed at your answering nod.

“Words, pretty girl. I need to hear it if you want that to happen again.”

You rolled your eyes, and he delivered a swift yet soft swat to your behind, intently intrigued by the soft gasp of your response. He made a note to come back to that later.

 “Try again.”

You leaned up so barely an inch of space existed between you.

“I liked it,” you said. “I really, really liked it.”

“Good,” he confirmed as he settled you both in for the night.

Just before sleep claimed him, Cody realized he had to thank Rex for being such a nervous wreck. He hoped his brother’s date went well, otherwise the little punk would never let him live this down.

[chaoticcornchip]

Yandere Error404 x reader!

Requested by April_Gianttale on wattpad!

A/n - just letting you know reader, the pov of the writing is kinda random, some chapters will be in 1st pov, others in 2nd or 3rd, sometimes a mix. Just letting you know. And more times than not you are referred to as they/them, might change later as my brain be like no this is weird to read. But yeah. 

Image by Mokutree3 on tumblr

Error404 belongs to @vibeless15

TW- possessive behavior, kidnapping, swearing, murder, mentioned guilt trip/manipulation 

3rd POV

It was a warm, pleasant summer afternoon, a h/l h/c middle aged person hummed a small tune. A smile on their face as they took care of a few more files to finish up the day at work. Y/n's mind began to drift aimlessly as the excitement to head over to their friends place and watch the newest episodes of f/s grew more and more potent.

Finishing the last file up, y/n eagerly placed it on the stack of papers that, like this one, were all completed and ready to be moved over to get sent and checked y employees in one of the other buildings. Packing their things they stood up and turned and walked into someone, causing them to drop the papers they were carrying all over the floor. 

Y/n's face flushed in embarrassment "oh shit. Sorry I wasn't paying attention, lost in my own thoughts heheh, here let me pick these up," they laughed nervously as they gathered the fallen paper.

Standing up they smoothed the paper out before handing it back, "it's alright, accidents happen," responded a male voice.

That got y/ns immediate attention, miraculously out of all those who are still in the office, they just had to run into the one person they have a crush on here.

"Say your name was..... Y/n right?" He asked, taking his work back.

A small tinge of red crept onto y/ns face, 'wh- omg...he knows my name! Hold on keep calm y/n it isn't too big of a deal- OH WHO AM I KIDDING I AM NOT GOING TO STAY CALM FROM THIS'

(a/n- sorry if this is cringy or whatever I am out of ideas, also refer to your crush however you want I just used he/him to make this easier to write and read)

"Y-yep, heh that's me alright."

C/n gave a small smile, "well it's nice to see you, last time we met was at your... application meeting, I believe."

Y/n gave a nod "yep! It's nice to see you as well........." they shifted there eyes side to side and rugged on the collar of their f/c shirt, "say is it hot in here or is it just me?" Y/n stammered out, sweat building up slowly.

C/n stood there a little puzzled, "uh it feels fine to me, say you look a bit red- do you need anything- here I'll get you some water" he answered himself and walked off before the stunned y/n could speak.

'Greaaaaattttttt- wait- maybe I could snag a hangout or maybe even a da- no, no you just freaking talked to him get to know him first y/n.' They thought for a few seconds, 'oh hey! Maybe 404 could help with this and give me some advice! He is smart he could give me tips, right?'

Shortly after that the h/c male returned with a paper cup filled with water in his hand, "here, hope this helps, if there is anything else you need, let me know." He says handing them the cup. Taking the it y/n took a sip of the cold liquid and already felt their nerves relaxing and thus them calming down.

"Thanks." They murmured.

C/n gave a nod, "welp I will be seeing you later, have a good night" he said walking away, leaving y/n to think.

*time skip brought to you by tiny bred factory🍞 *

*time 6:40pm

Y/n stood at the doorstep of 404's house and rang the doorbell. Waiting a few moments they noticed that the skeleton monster must've planted some flora of various types, seeing there was more green foliage around his home, mixed with some flowers.

'Huh, I thought he said he didn't really care about plants or how his yard looked, as long as it met the neighborhood standards. Guess your rant about plant life got to him y/n heh,' they thought with a slight smirk.

Y/n let out a small huff as he still hasn't answered the door yet 'I swear to fuck, if he doesn't answer I am breaking this door down.' They began to ring the doorbell a few (hundred) more times, breaking the thing in the process.

Finally there was motion and it quickly followed with the door being opened, revealing an exhausted, dead inside 404.

"Why are you so loud, I was taking a nap." He groaned, letting the human in.

"Why? Didn't you know I was coming at 6:40?" They responded.

404 was silent for a moment, yes he did remember but originally he thought y/n was coming a bit later, and thus he believed he could at least get a bit of rest after having to manage Error all damn day. "Yeah, just drifted off I guess" he says as he begins to head to the kitchen, "want anything to drink?"

"Sure, a f/b would be nice" the human responded their gaze drifting around and looking at some of the items their friend has cluttered on shelves and walls.

"y/n could you get the tv ready?" He called out.

Rolling their eyes y/n headed to the living room, "I don't see why you didn't have it turned on and ready already, are you getting lazy without telling me."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT FROM?!" He shouted, which was shortly followed by a bang and a muffled cuss.

Y/n covered their mouth in an attempt to hide their snicker, "oh nowhere just saying it to bother you."

After a bit 404 came back in with a f/b and a beer, he sat down on the couch next to y/n and passed the f/b over to them. After they both got comfortable 404 took the remote and started the show.

*skip cuz does it look like I am going to TRY and write a small show even in the background? No, no it does not.*

After like 40 minutes, the two finally reached the credits of the episode. 404 blinked once or twice before letting out a yawn and stretching his arms, "welp, that was disappointing." He says as he wrapped an arm around y/ns shoulder.

Y/n shrugged him off "yeah, but it was still a good episode." Y/n paused for a moment "Say 404, any chance you have uhm.... Any useful advice for dealing with your crush, like to hang around them and not be awkward?" They asked a bit hesitant.

The skeleton was a little bit stunned, not showing it he simply spoke, "no, not really, why? Who's the lucky person?"

"Just a coworker, who i haven't really gotten to know," y/n responded.

404 let out a small hum, "well I guess this isn't creative at all, but just be yourself ignoring what you humans usually say as "but what if they don't like who I am," if they don't like who you are, then that's their fucking problem. you shouldn't be wasting time trying to be what anyone wants you to be, become who you wanna be for yourself and others. Better live a life with the truth even if you don't like it than living in a life of falsehoods and lies."

Y/n listened to her friends words and thought deeper. They smiled "heh thanks 404 that actually helps a lot I guess," the replied.

404 shrugged "no problem, so what are we going to do now?"

*skip several weeks cuz I am lazy and don't wanna write more boring shat, deal with it*

It's been 3 weeks, y/n without appearing creepy or weird hung out and grew to know c/n, overall 404 was fine with it, no jealousy at all.... At least until the two started to get closer and y/n slowly began to spend more and more time with c/n instead of 404.

The skeleton has mostly been keeping it cool but the worry is thick in his mind, is he going to lose the only good thing he has? To some random human? As these questions and those similar repeated he began to have dreams about y/n leaving him or forgetting about him entirely. And that is where his paranoia led to him whenever y/n was around, he would find some excuse for them to stay.Whether it be about the weather, him needing "help" with something, ect. He even started going low as in guilt tripping.

But on the third week... when y/n finally introduced him to c/n. His jealousy sparked and turned into pure obsession, the obsession of keeping these two away from each other permanently . Time went on he tried intimidating his so-called competition, bribery, blackmail, anything else you name it. Amazing nothing worked it only got c/n to bond closer with 404's friend.

Y/n wasn't exactly oblivious, they notice 404s clinginess and how upset he has been lately, not to mention every fucking excuse he has for the human to stay. It utterly confused them, he was perfectly fine with it awhile ago, so what changed and what is with this new thing?

*done with overview thingy*

Y/n was at a park walking with c/n as the two chatted about random things that caused them both to laugh. Finally the two stopped and sat down on a bench and ate the ice cream they had gotten. There was awkward silence between the two, y/n was confused and a little worried, is something wrong with c/n too?

This deafening silence lasted for an eternity more before c/n spoke, "uhm, so I have been thinking y/n....."

They looked at him, "yes?" They asked worry building up in their head.

C/n was quiet for a moment, "I was wondering.... Would you go out with me?" He asked blushing a bit.

Y/n sat there astonished, "y-yeah of course!" They exclaimed. "When and where to?"

C/n thought "how about tonight at f/r? Would around 8 work?"

Y/n gave a nod and kissed c/n on the cheek, "it's a date."

Time went on the two left the park and went their separate ways, y/n was overflowing with joy and head over to 404s house, owing him a visit after not being there yesterday day.

*le skip*

Y/n knocked on the door, 404 shortly was there, "oh y/n, I didn't think you would be here, weren't you busy with him?" He said letting them in.

Y/n shrugged, "yeah but I felt bad about yesterday and so I wanted to stop by."

404 let out a skeptical 'hm'.

The skeleton couldn't help but notice that the human was a bit.... Cheerful, "what has you so happy?" He asked, growing a bit angry almost expecting it.

Y/n beamed "i got a date with c/n tonight at 8!" They exclaimed happily.

His soul dropped, a wave of terror and rage rushed over him, "that's......great" he forced out, grinding his teeth together, here it was. The moment he lost EVERYTHING the one good fucking thing he had to look for to. No he won't let this happen... y/n is HIS not some PATHETIC, weak human boy who just waltzed into existence.

As y/n headed to leave they got stopped in place by 404 who grabbed them "hey 404 what are you doing?!" They demanded.

The skeleton was silent and just swiftly wrapped his arm around y/n's soft, fleshy neck, tucking the joint of his elbow under the human's chin, his free hand then pushed the back of their head forward, cutting off the humans air. Y/n struggled and tried to get free with no prevail, 404 tightening his hold each time they fought, eventually their struggles weaken and he began to speak, "you wouldn't understand, but I am doing this for us. Everything will be fine y/n, it'll just be you and me." As the human started to lose consciousness they heard 404 hiss out, "and nothing else."

Once the skeleton was certain the human was out he let go and carefully laid y/n on the floor, he calmly blinked and looked at their peaceful form. 'I am doing the right thing, they're MINe and I will make sure they can't leave me E V E R' he thought picking them up and heading to the mainframe.

*8pm

C/n knocked on y/ns door, no response, the male has been there for a few minutes now and he was worried, there wasn't any sign y/n was home, pulling out his phone he dialed their number.

Ring....ring

C/n flinched at hearing the sound behind them, turning around they saw a dark figure, only visible aspect was two glowing blue eyes. "Who the hell" they growled.

The figure didn't respond except lifting up its hand revealing blue tipped fingers.

C/n couldn't even usher a breath before the thing lunged forward, grabbing the humans neck and squeezed tightly until there was a sickening crunch, and the male went limb.

Disgusted 404 tossed the corpse to the side and teleported away. Back into the mainframe where y/n was left, the human was conscious a long time ago, but that's alright. 404 isn't going to push anything, hell no, he's going to wait until the loneliness and emotional pressure of the void gets to them and they come to him. Begging for attention and escape and doing anything he wants.

A/n - and finished! Probably not the best but I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave requests reactions or constructive criticism!

(2431 words)

(minor changes and fixes: 9/13/2023 on quotev)

[falckie]

Damned Man's Dawn

The night is frigid, the sand cold like metal, I finally got the guts to pick myself up and wander away from Goodsprings, into the desert, I picked a random direction and walked.

That was a stupid idea… But ever since I woke up I've been having a lot of stupid ideas… my brain feels like it's buried beneath a thick oppressive fog of white noise. Trying to think feels like sand paper is rubbing between my neurons, my thoughts and memories now lay shattered and splattered in a dried bloody spray back at that cemetery I was dug up from.

I don't know who or what I am… The title of courier doesn't feel right… I feel like I'm someone or something else… If not just a ghost… A shell of who I once was…

And my name… I'm not even sure if it's mine, it's just the first thing that popped into my head…

Luca.

Maybe I thought I'd find answers in the desert, but all I found was some over turned train car and a lone green plastic dinosaur.

I crouch down and pick up the dinosaur curiously, examining it before setting it back down and turning to head back to Goodsprings, a sudden tingling down my spine stops me dead in my tracks followed by a overwhelming dizzy spell and a stabbing pain roaring through every nerve in my body, I fall forward, my body convulsing.

§§§

The sand feels cold… Hollow winds howling… It rattles and whispers… Hounds baying in the hunt… I feel numb… Hues of heat painted into the sky… I lost their echos, their imprints… Hope waning, hunger waxing… I have no reflection… Had I ever a home…?

★★★

A voice rouses me. Are you okay?

I snap my eyes open, staring ahead statically at the plastic green dinosaur, I glance around for the source of the voice.

The voice speaks once more. Oh, can you… Hear me? The voice… It's coming from the plastic dinosaur.

My eyes widen, I stare at the green therapod laying two feet from me in the dust, staring back at me. Slowly, I start to regain my senses and with it the cruel frigid cold of the twilight desert, I smelled blood. I narrow my eyes at the figure, the doubt over if I really did hear a voice settling in.

The voice of the dinosaur interrupts my thoughts. You can hear me, right? Look, if you can, you should really get up, you shouldn't lie here. I stare flatly at the figure, my heart pounding, it continued.

It's cold, it's dark and you're bleeding from your nose. You're going to attract something if you keep laying here like you're dead.

I recover enough from my stupor to respond. "What are you?"

I don't know, I haven't seen my reflection yet. What am I?

"A- A green plastic dinosaur… But… What are you?"

Well, I guess I'm a soul possessing a green plastic dinosaur.

"Oh… L-Like a ghost?"

Sort of... What's your name?

I blink, a cold breeze blowing over the hills causing me to shiver and curl into myself, my muscles tingling painfully. "L-Luca…"

Luca, you need to get up. It's not safe out here…

My throat feels dry, my limbs numb. "I… I can't… My limbs… C-Can't move…"

Luca, you have to try.

I sigh, shivering and coughing dryly. "I-I'm… Cold…"

I know, you should really get up.

"I…I don't think I can…"

Luca, you'll die if you don't get up. You have to get up or you'll freeze to death…

I squeeze my eyes shut, a couple crickets chirped in the grass and a lone coyote howled into the night. I grit my teeth and push myself up with my arms, my muscles tensing painfully, my nerves searing with pain. I gasp sharply, nearly collapsing back into the dust, my body feeling heavy and fatigued, the urge to give in and fall into a deep sleep overwhelming.

That's it's Luca! C'mon! That's it! Keep going!

I manage to move myself into a sitting position and pause to rest, looking towards the dinosaur, panting and shivering.

Scribbled above the figure is some graffiti, worn and faded though still legible: Mr. Cleems.

I look back down towards the dinosaur. "Is that your name?"

Huh?

"The graffiti above you."

What does it say?

"Mr. Cleems. Is it your name?"

The dinosaur is silent for a moment, as if considering something before replying. Yeah. There's a beat of silence before I resume my struggle.

With some minor difficulty I stagger to my feet, my muscles and tendons throbbing and clenching, trembling violently, I glance at the dinosaur.

"Mr. Cleems…"

Yeah?

I debate how to ask this for a few moments before resolving to simply rip the band-aid off. "Can I take you with me?"

Sure, you look like you need a guardian angel.

I smile and with a fatigued voice I cry. "Yippee." I reach over, picking up Mr. Cleems, looking at him with a newfound happiness, I turn to look towards the direction I came from, the faint glow of Goodsprings visible.

★★★

I nearly collapsed back into the dirt on the way back to Goodsprings, just managing to stagger through the door of the Prospector Saloon before my knees buckled.

The saloon was empty, save for Trudy who paused in her cleaning of the bar to investigate the distinct noise of a body hitting the floor. She rounded the corner her eyes widening the moment they locked onto my quivering form.

"Luca! My god, are you okay?" She said, rushing to my side.

Through chattering teeth I speak. "F-Fine… I'm fine…"

Trudy slung my arm around her neck and hoisted me up. "You're freezing! Did you walk out into the desert?"

I nod as she walks me over to a table and sits me down into the booth.

"What were you thinking?!" She sighs and walks to the bar. "Stay right there, I'll get you something warm to drink."

"Otay." I pull Mr. Cleems out of my pocket, examining him. The sudden urge to put him in my mouth strikes me and before I can stop myself I'm biting down on his plastic head.

The hell?! Luca! What are you doing?! Stop!

Trudy placed a mug of coffee in front of me, noticing Mr. Cleems in my mouth her face softened further.

"Are you hungry? Here, lemme get you something."

Before I could protest she was already gone, I remove Mr. Cleems from my mouth and took a sip of the coffee, letting out a strangled cry as my tongue burns.

"Careful, it's hot!" Trudy calls from somewhere within the bar.

The hell did you put me in your mouth for?

I shrug, resting my chin in my hand as I idly trace the stripes on Mr. Cleems, the soft murmuring of the jukebox in the next room over catching my attention when a familiar voice reaches my ears.

I strain my ears to listen…

"Little word has been heard from Nipton, leading to traders thinking the isolated town may be in trouble, in other news, Black Mountain radio…"

Trudy returned with a plate of iguana on a stick. "Here, eat up." I rummage through my pockets for some caps, she stops me. "It's on the house."

"But-"

Trudy raises a hand, cutting me off. "It's the least I can do after you fought off the Powder Gangers with us." With that, she returned to tending the bar, I eat in relative silence, till it's broken when I speak up.

"Hey Trudy, where can I find Nipton?"

★★★

Oh… Gods…

I stand frozen in place, my heart hammering against my chest as the smell of smoke and smoldering flesh and tires fills my lungs. I gag, stumbling back, squeezing Mr. Cleems close to my chest.

A lone flag among a blaze of branches and broken bodies flares angrily in the wind, emblazoned with the image of a yellow bull, I shudder, feeling my stomach drop upon gazing at it, I look back upon the main road, forcing myself to overcome my fawning and move my feet.

WITNESS WITNESS WITNESS

I jolt, flinching violently, the loud booming voice causing my heart to jump into my throat, quickly realizing it came from my Pip-Boy. I stare at it, holding it away from my body in fear, still in a startled state of mind as I tentatively reach a hand over to examine it when movement from the corner of my eye catches my attention, I lift my head and lock eyes with a man wearing a fox pelt. My blood runs cold, a shiver crawling down my spine.

I feel an intense pit of fear resurface within me, swimming within the very bottom of it's depths…

WITNESS WITNESS WITNESS

Rage.

★★★

The sun, blazing on as it set, bathed the sands in shades of rose and red as I left Nipton in a stupor of fear, shock and deep subtle rage, roiling beneath the surface like a mad serpent among reeds.

The words of the fox hooded man echo in the back of my mind, his voice driving me in circles as I feel recollection tugging from beyond the shattered remnants of my mind, yet a deep part of me recoiled at the fruitless attempts to piece together a memory. I feel angry at myself for letting them walk away, though I know full well that trying to fight would have been another stupid, and fatal, idea.

Cresting a hill I pause to survey my surroundings, spotting the sight of sore wounds and split skins, among the colours of dawn, the blood red crimson of the Legion…

Several soldiers sat huddled around a fire. I feel my breath hasten, my heart leaping when I pick up on my presence going unperceived, I drop down into a crouch… Drawing a weapon… My heart hammering in tune with the hammer of my gun as I open fire.

The shock on their faces is sweet, though it's quickly spoiled when their expressions change to fury, they raise their weapons and fire, I feel the bullets ripping into me, the blood pouring out, the pain screaming throughout my nervous system, pleading me to lay down my weapon and run, but I push it away and pursue this rage roiling within, deep down beneath layers and layers of deeply set fear and sadness, like a sea of echos who's origins are lost, the serpent below breaking free, hissing with a newfound venom.

I feel death breathing down my neck, it's a familiar feeling, how she danced with me the night I lost everything.

And I'll keep dancing, I'm not too good at it but I'll learn how to be better so I can be the best damn dancer for death. I'll waltz with broken bones, through burning buildings and into blossoming battlefields, bound to her like atoms in the center of a star.

I stand among the carnage, looking at my now bent and stained machete and back at the corpses around me, the full weight of what I've done hits me like a truck, I feel a sickness in my stomach, though it's only brief as I remember the faction of monsters these people came from, I turn away, averting my eyes, a wave of exhaustion seeping into me, my clothes soaked with blood, my body sore and wounded, I stumble away from the gruesome scene to find a place to rest my weary body.

§§§

Foxes, Dogs, Wolves and Coyotes. Fleeting is the Fox though he is the first, oh what future does he bring with his false face? Foxes, Dogs, Wolves and Coyotes. Dangerous is the dog, how they dig through the dust and drag you into the dark. diving, drowning, dancing… Foxes, Dogs, Wolves and Coyotes. Wailing and wise is the Wolf who learns, their will is strong but wary of wit from the west. Foxes, Dogs, Wolves and Coyotes. Coy you are, Coy You'll be, careful and calculating, come crimson and crows, clean and cold you'll be in clearing and cutting.

[lord-emerson]

⬤, ✈ or # for Howard and Oz <3

- @letters-of-fire

[3 in 1 for you, my dear <3 Send me a symbol for a drabble!]

⬤: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart or honey; ✈: reaching out for someone [bonus points if they mumble! their! name!]; #: shaky hands 

In Case of Emergency

Rating: General

Relationships: Howard Underhouse/Oswald J. Emerson

Tags: Modern Setting, Banter & Bickering, Hospital Visit, Fake Marriage (barely fake at this point tbh), Fluff & Angst, like 90% fluff 10% angst tbh, this takes place after Oz had a medical emergency but he's fine by the time the fic begins dw

Words: 758

Summary: "He was alive. Oswald was alive and breathing next to him and that was all that mattered."

He was alive. Oswald was alive and breathing next to him and that was all that mattered. Exhaustion was radiating off of Howard in waves as he laid his head in his hands next to Oswald’s hospital bed.

He should be fine within a week, the nurse told him. There was no need to worry — appendectomies were a routine procedure for most surgeons apparently. But having to rush to the hospital, not yet knowing why his partner had just gone into surgery was certainly not a routine procedure Howard. In fact he’d only done it once before, and by the end of the week she was…

This is not about her, he had to remind himself. It was a different situation altogether. She was his wife whom he loved with all his heart, and Oswald was… Oswald was…

“How…ard?”

Howard startled at the sound of Oswald’s voice, roughened by sleep. He was rubbing his eye with one hand and mindlessly reaching out towards Howard with another. Howard took the hand into both of his without hesitation.

“Hi, sweetheart.” The nickname, often spoken with an air of irony and contempt between the two of them, was currently showing trace of neither. “How are you feeling?”

Oswald didn’t answer immediately. He seemed to be taking in his surroundings, slowly piecing together recent events through the haze painkillers and exhaustion.

“I’m just peachy,” he said, staring into the middle distance. Howard tried not to think too much of it. He was ready to ask another question, when Oswald beat him to it:

“What are you doing here?”

He was looking straight at him now. His gaze was intense and focused, so much so that it had Howard letting go of his hand immediately. Coughing into his closed fist, Howard made an attempt at composing himself.

“I’m the closest thing you have to an emergency contact, I’m afraid. Could’ve called Bella or Monty, but given that we are legally married, they called me.”

Oswald gave him another long look. Then he sank back into his pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

“I suppose,” he said. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a big breath in preparation for a sigh, which got interrupted by a wince of pain.

“Careful,” Howard said, rising to his feet to… Do what, exactly? Tell Oswald not to breathe? Jesus, get a hold of yourself.

He was hoping he could avoid the embarrassment of Oswald seeing him fussing for no reason, but of course his eyes opened just in time to catch him in the act. He cocked his head a little — despite everything, it was almost endearing. And for the first time since waking up, he smiled.

“Good, you’re up. Can you bring me a Fanta Orange?”

Howard snorted.

“Oh, so now you’re happy to see me, huh?” He was smiling, too. “I’m not sure you’re allowed to eat or drink yet, actually.”

“Fine. Orange juice then.”

“I don’t think that makes a difference.”

“And I think it would be cruel to dismiss the last wishes of a dying man.”

“Oh, shut up. You just had an appendectomy. You’ll live.”

“You don’t know that. I could still die. I need a source of vitamin C if I am to survive this.”

Howard shook his head fondly. Even now, the man had enough energy to get on his nerves. Seeing that this particular battle was won, Oswald was quietly basking in his victory. He lifted his head in an all too familiar fashion — a sign of haughtiness, as well as a clear invitation for a kiss.

When Howard reached out a hand to cup his husband’s face, he was surprised to see it shaking. He saw that Oswald saw it, too. Uncertain if he was about to comment on it or not, Howard quickly leaned down and pressed his lips against his.

Looks like I won this one, he thought distantly as Oswald hummed into the kiss. After they broke apart, Howard graced Oswald’s cheeks with one more kiss each. He was ready to pepper him with even more when Oswald turned away, pushing on his chest with all of his reduced might.

“No more distractions, Howard. Only orange juice.”

“Tsk. I thought you had better manners than this,” Howard said, eyebrows raised.

Oswald rolled his eyes.

“Could my dear legal husband get me a beverage before I die of thirst? Preferably of the orange-flavoured kind? Pretty please?”

“It would be my honour,” Howard chuckled, planting a final kiss on the tip of Oswald’s nose.

[modelbus]

Someone requested a romantic Tommyinnit x reader at a haunted house, but I accidentally deleted it, so here!

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader (romantic)

Haunted Hause

"I'm scared."

Tommy mumbles it into your ear, pretty much wrapped around you. It's like he's hiding behind you with the way his arms loop around your waist and his head is laid down on your shoulder.

"I'm going in with you." You remind him. "It'll be fine."

You're staring at the scariest haunted house in all of Britain. Wilbur and George had to pre-buy tickets for it, that's how in demand they are.

The problem was that Tommy, to be short, didn't do well with horror. Neither did you, but you knew you had to be here so he didn't chicken out.

"Come on lovebirds! Let's go!" Wilbur yells.

"Tommy." You say, smile evident in your voice.

He takes a deep breath before standing up with his persona on.

"Right. I am scared of nothing, ever."

"Of course not." You respond easily.

You head inside, Wilbur poking fun at Tommy the entire way. Somehow the two adults didn't seem scared at all.

"You two go first." Wilbur says, grabbing you and shoving you in front with Tommy.

Immediately he grips your hand tightly. The anticipation was definitely affecting the both of you.

"YouTubers, huh?" The ticket lady asks when you show the digital tickets. "Well, good luck."

"Wilbur, hold my hand." George says.

"Of course, George. Anything for you George."

While following the line, not even in the true haunted house yet, it gets darker. There's a clear transition between the ticket area and the haunted house, light purple wallpaper transitioning to concrete.

Concrete that was smudged a suspicious red.

"Who do we have here?!" Someone crows on the other side of the barrier.

They're dressed like a scientist but with smudges of blood all over them. Honestly, they look like an experiment went wrong. Of course the haunted house would have good costumes.

"Two couples?" He asks, eyeing them. "The others will be so pleased by this..." He continues down the line, making taunts to others.

Behind you and Tommy, George and Wilbur laugh.

"Did he just mistake George and Wil for a couple?" Tommy asks you.

"I think so." You laugh, throwing a glance at the duo behind you. "You're such a cute couple guys!"

"Thanks!" Wilbur exclaims.

"Cheating on Dream already, George?" Tommy teases.

You relaxe a little at Tommy's nerves rescinding, happy to bounce off his teasing.

"Who's gonna tell him?"

"Wilbur's Gogy's boyfriend now, he should do it."

"All of you shut up." George grumps, making you all laugh again.

The bantering passed enough time to reach the front of line, where everyone quiets down a little. Even Wilbur, who you knew loved going to haunted houses, seemed a little nervous. Guess that's what happens when you go to the scariest haunted house in all of Britain.

"Two couples... yes... I can work with this..." The lady scientist says, and Tommy's back to gripping your hand tightly. "One couple in that elevator, the other in the second!" She suddenly yells. "Go! Go!"

You and Tommy don't hesitate to speed walk into the first elevator.

"What the fuck?" He asks. "I didn't realize we'd be separated."

"Good thing you and Wilbur are recording." You say, nodding to the camera he had to strap to his chest.

"I don't like it."

"I'm sure-"

You get cut off by the lady standing right outside the elevator that you had entered.

"The other scientists are going to love you two! Try not to die like the last ones, alright? Bon voyage!"

The door slides shut, leaving you both in complete darkness. After a second the elevator starts to shake, getting more and more violent while an alarm sounds.

"Run!" A voice screams. "They got out!"

"Containment breach. Container A, B, and C have been unlocked." A robotic voice reads out, monotone.

"Oh God, it's coming for us! Doctor Banner, take the research and run!" The first voice screams.

"What about the new subjects? Subjects 1 and 2 are headed into the containment sector while 3 and 4 are going to the lab!" A woman asks.

"Leave them! If we want to get out of here alive, we need to go now!"

The voices stop along with the shaking, that horrible alarm still sounding.

"I am not scared." Tommy announces.

The death grip he has on your hand says otherwise, but you don't call him out on it.

"Holy shit." You breathe.

The door slides open, making you both jump.

"You first." Tommy pushes you slightly.

"Fuck no, I came here willingly for you. You're going first."

"Please. Please!"

Goddammit.

Slowly, you take the first step out.

From there it's a shitshow. Constant jump scares, but a really good story. All of the costumes and scenery are really engaging, especially when there's little audio clips. It's really well put together in a completely terrifying way.

At one point an actor jumps out unexpectedly, causing you to flinch and cling onto Tommy's arm. He just clings back, scared beyond belief.

After what feels like forever, you meet George and Wilbur in some type of lobby. While you and Tommy came from one set of doors, they came from the other. George looks downright terrified while Wilbur looks nonchalant.

"I guess we just leave, right? Then we've escaped?" Tommy asks, motioning to the door with his free hand.

"Not so fast." Someone says from behind.

You all turn around to face what looks to be a zombie, blood dripping from his mouth. He stumbles closer, a crazy grin on his face.

"You're not one of us, are you? Not yet. Those scientists never got their hands on you... but I will."

He leaps forward, sending the group back a few steps in fear. The zombie doesn't stop advancing, grabbing your arm quite gently.

Right, you signed some contract saying they could grab you.

You allow yourself to be taken away from Tommy, his eyes going wide as your hands disconnect. If you really wanted to, you could get away. The zombie's grip on you was barely there, just enough to suggest the idea of taking a few steps backwards. Either way, you're scared and take the steps.

A flash of light fills the room, and the guy holding you lets go and vanishes.

"Are you alright?" A woman asks. She's dressed as a scientist, even more battered, bruised, and bloodied than the ones you had seen previously. Well, the living ones. "Damn zombies... get out of here while you still can. I can't leave until I get the research I need."

Then, she runs through the door you and Tommy had come out of.

Tommy wastes no time before grabbing you and forcing everyone out of the haunted house.

The sunlight hits your faces, a stark contrast from the dimly lit haunted house. You breathe in the fresh air for a moment, letting your eyes fall shut. Never again.

"I am going to kill you, Wilbur." Tommy chokes out, and your eyes open again.

"And that's my cue to get the car." He says, wisely sprinting to the parking lot.

"Tommy, that's the last time I let you drag me into something without telling me what it is first." George says passionately. "I saw things I don't ever want to see again. I'm going to the bathroom." Then, after a second, "It'll be a good vlog."

The second that they're gone, Tommy pulls you into a tight hug.

"Toms, you're shaking." You point out, hugging him back.

"The zombie took you."

Oh, fuck. To him it must've seemed like the actor had ripped you away from him.

"He was barely holding me, I'm okay." You reassure him. "I let go of you and stepped back out of my own free will."

"I didn't like it." He says bluntly, but at least he's stopped shaking. "I didn't like any of that fucking haunted house."

"Neither did I." You admit.

Suddenly, he pulls away with a smirk. "I deserve a kiss."

"What?" Startled, you laugh.

"You scared me, and now I deserve a kiss."

With a stupid smile, you lean up and kiss him.

"WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO SEE YOU TWO BEING STUPIDLY IN LOVE?!" Wilbur yells, pulling the car up. "I HATE IT."

[dyke-a-saur]

Finished watching Heartbreak High and I gotta say, I feel like they pulled off Gen Z High School really well. Like I could go to school with these absolute agents if chaos.

Okay but important business:

Amerie

I loved her the second she popped up on screen. Her energy, her personality, and her friendship with Harper. It was just the best. At times tho, I could see why the other characters antagonized her. After all, it was just as much her map as Harper’s and she put people in awful situations. Not to mention the reveal that she failed to let Harper in, then had the nerve to say she’d always be there. She even did the same to Malakai (tho it’s clear she acted out of trauma from her and Harper’s friendship gone sour)

Dusty

Fuck you. Youse a bitch, a snake, and truly a shit stain on the trousers of humanity. Work on yourself. Big soulful eyes tho.

Ca$h

Arguably the second most emotionally intelligent character in the show? Definitely better at it than Darren and his relationship was so refreshing? It was neat to see it not be a “I like dudes, oh no,” storyline and instead “I’m ace and just need to better express that to my partner who I love and adore”. Also that “I love you scene” was peak ghetto and I loved it. Darren’s Baby Daddy really behind bars, huh?

Malakai

This man. Is so fine. So sweet. And so funny. I love the way he gets to know Amerie and then befriends her and then becomes her first. And even if he handled the peer pressure to talk about the details poorly, he wanted to do right by her. I also loved how they explored the kinship he had with OTHER BLA(c)K CHARACTERS. It was nice to see how much he healed by being in his community and being surrounded by love for his culture. Missy being a big part of that was beautiful.

Harper

I did get the "spoiler" that she went through "something traumatizing" right before the start of the show, then later got more clues from Tumblr. So i had more patience with her character at the start, being honest. But goddamn it was so hard to watch her shut Amerie out and lash out at her. It also sucked seeing her antagonized in the second half because if she could've reached out or accepted people reaching in, then I feel like shit could've been handled better. But after seeing the events of "that night" I could totally get how and why she would want Amerie out of her life. Fake as hell for not owning up to the Incest Map tho. I was constantly whisper-yelling at my phone "girl, get it together!'

Quinni

No notes. Love her. She's the best. Also the most emotionally intelligent character (not a surprise and fuck you Sasha). She helps so many characters process their emotions, make up, figure out wwhat they want, and still stands on her own as a great character with her own life going on. I'm NT, but from what I've seen on Tumblr, most ND people see her as good rep.

Spider

Fuck this guy. Racist, sexist, (not as homophobic as previously assumed), and awful. But I love it. I love when he gets told to shut up. I love it when he's being awful and the other characters are like "yeah, fuck this dude". But also, he was weirdly complex? like the scene where he would've gotten it on with Amerie makes a lot of sense in context of the rest of his behavior. He's overcompensating because someone he genuinely liked, and cared for to an extent, hurt him in a vulnerable place and treated him like a dissapointment. Doesn't give him the right to react with daily verbal abuse, but his character makes more sense that way. I'd like to see him grow from that, but I'm not sure how.

Star of the Show

They're here, they're queer, they're unapologetically BLACK, they. Are. DARREN.

Okay jokes aside, I love this bitch. They're not only a great friend, but they (mostly) know what they want in life. It's sad to see Darren be dismissed as “too much” in their home, and you can really see how its affected the way they view their ability to be loved and cherished. So seeing them find that in Ca$h and watch the relationshp between the two grow was beautiful. It hurt to see Darren hurt Ca$h, like they gay ass ain't know what the "A" in "LGBTQIA" stood for, but that growth and intracommunity hurt was important to see.

Others

Ant annoyed me but he seemed like he could do/be better if he wasn’t around the rest of the guys. Sasha pissed me off, but I hope losing Quinni was enough to actually get her to look at her self-righteous tendencies and work on herself, I wanna see her go far. Missy was a fucking icon and I love her. Ms. Jojo is the love of my life and fuck Spider/Ant/Dusty (nigga) for screwing her over like that. Mrs. Spigot is my literal soulmate.

I think that’s all for now? But yeah go watch it if you haven’t already. It is another show focusing on the sex lives of teens but it feels more authentic than anything we’ve been given before.

[undercoveravenger]

Moonlighting

Pairing: Ricky Bowen x Werewolf!Male!Reader Requested: Yes

Request: “supernatural/legends requests for HSMTMTS? Well...how about this one? Ricky Bowen realizes his boyfriend starts to act weird on certain nights and disappears. That's when he discovers his boyfriend is a werewolf.”

A/N: So I meant to have this out for Halloween, but life got wild so here's this now instead.

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Things were good. No, really- sure, Ricky Bowen’s parents were splitting up and his breakup with Nini had made their friendship messy for the last couple of months and the drama club still couldn’t figure out how they were going to make his Beast transformation work, but he was making it work.

He was trying to understand his mom’s perspective and he and Nini were trying to mend their friendship and he and the rest of the club were trying new ideas each week and he had (M/N). Their relationship was admittedly new, but Ricky had been crushing on (M/N) for what felt like forever and he’d been the only one who had really been able to soothe his nerves after everything with Nini. They’d been spending more time together since then and had fallen together almost without thought in the time since and had been dating for the last couple of months. Even now the two of them were cuddled up in Ricky’s bed with a rerun of one of Ricky’s favorite shows on the TV while Ricky’s fingers carded through his boyfriend’s hair.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a familiar chime emanating from his boyfriend’s phone and he turns to watch as the (h/c) pulls away from where he’d been curled against Ricky with an arm sprawled over his stomach to grab his phone. His expression darkens as he taps at the screen, dismissing whatever notification he’d gotten before pushing himself up from Ricky’s bed.

“I have to go,” (M/N) says as he stands, throwing his things into his backpack, seemingly without thought, apart from a need to leave quickly.

A surprised “Oh,” escapes Ricky as he watches his boyfriend. This wasn’t the first time he’d taken off suddenly after seeing a notification on his phone, a sort of wild energy about him as he leaves with only a half-assed excuse. Hell, his sudden exits were probably nearing double digits. After this many times, it’s hard not to wonder if he was leaving to see someone else. “Is everything okay?”

(M/N) was throwing on his jacket when he registered Ricky’s question, “Huh? Yeah, it’s- I forgot what day it is and I really have to go.” 

“Right, uh, okay, I guess,” Ricky grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. He knows (M/N) cares about him, but now that the thought had crossed his mind he couldn’t dismiss it. He bites his tongue as (M/N) heads for the door, but couldn’t keep the words from escaping him, “Are you cheating on me?” His boyfriend nearly skids to a stop at the door, whirling about to face Ricky with an incredulous look on his face. “Chea-” he cuts himself off and moves back toward Ricky until he can kneel in front of him, taking Ricky’s hands in his, “Sweetheart, no. I’d never do that. I love you.” Ricky found himself struggling to speak, overwhelmed by the look in his boyfriend’s eyes. “Then what’s going on? Why are you always running away?” he eventually forced out.

(M/N) freezes for a second and it seems like all the air escapes him as he slumps forward to rest his forehead on Ricky’s knee, “shit,” he hisses. He stays like that for a long moment before he finally brings himself to look up at the brunet, “I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages but could never figure out how to tell you.” A sharp shudder wracks through him and Ricky’s grip on his hands tightens reflexively. (M/N) is quick to shake off the concern, “Ricky, do you know what today is?”

Ricky’s brows furrow as he thinks, “Uh, Thursday?”

“It’s a full moon, sweetheart.” (M/N) winces again as a jolt of pain shoots through him. He can practically feel his bones shifting below his skin already. His jaw flexes as his canines begin to elongate, “My family has a little, uh, mutation in our bloodline. We get a little weird on full moons,” he smiles, albeit a little sarcastically, to bare his newly formed fangs.

Ricky’s eyes widen as he notices the new change, “Weird, huh?” He blinks, the information just hitting him, “Wait, what the hell?!”

A barked laugh escapes (M/N) and the tips of his claws catch lightly against Ricky’s hands as he pulls them away, “My family and I- we’re werewolves. I usually leave on full moons since the shift isn’t,” he shrugs off another sharp sting of pain, “uh, isn’t pretty.” He pushes himself back slightly, hands on Ricky’s knees as his eyes flickered over Ricky’s face, searching for some hint of what he was thinking, “Ricky, if you want me to go, I will. I get that this is a lot and if you don’t want to see me ever again, I’ll understand.” Ricky blinks, still a little stunned by the sudden turn of events, “No, I don’t want that-” he says firmly. “This is, uh, a lot to take in, but I love you, so I’m gonna have to get used to,” he gestures vaguely, “All this. Stay?”

“Of course,” (M/N) says, pushing himself further back from Ricky to give himself more room as his transformation progressed. “Shut your eyes for a minute for me, okay? I don’t want to scare you.”

Ricky swallows sharply, visibly nervous about the request, but eventually complies, doing his best to ignore the sharp crackling sound of bones shifting and his boyfriend’s labored breathing. The sounds stop after a long moment and Ricky can hear something big moving around before a heavy weight rests upon his lap. His eyes open and he comes face to face with a massive wolf. 

In any other circumstance Ricky would’ve been nervous to be this close to a predator this large, but now that he knew the truth he couldn’t bring himself to be scared, or even a little nervous. He reaches out and cups the canine’s head in his hands, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on the top of the wolf’s nose. The same (e/c) eyes he’d come to love stare up at him and the wolf’s mouth drops open in a big doggy grin.

“We’re gonna talk about this more in the morning,” Ricky says as he lies down, giving his boyfriend room to awkwardly clamber up and lie down next to him, resting his head on Ricky’s chest with an assenting huff.

This was far from what Ricky had been expecting when he started the conversation, but as he curled closer to his boyfriend’s wolf form, he couldn’t be happier. He knew that they would get through this the same way they got through everything else; together.

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How to Kiss (with fangs)

Characters: c!Techno x gn!reader

~Ask Link~

Summary: You and Technoblade are childhood friends and an innocuous visit to his cabin ended up trapping you with him for a week straight. While trying to annoy him, you asked how he kissed with his fangs, and you soon got a first-hand look at how it's done.

Warnings: None (it's fluff :3)

----------- This was for an ask! I hope you enjoy anon!! -----------

You set out on what was supposed to be a weekend trip, there to see Techno and get up to some mischief like old times. As kids, you’d ransack Phil’s house and harass Will together. No matter what happened, you two always ended up in some sort of trouble and Phil would have to come to rescue you.

You came to the cabin, partly out of boredom, at the worst time possible. The blizzard hit the night you arrived, trapping you in the house with Techno for a week. You were sure the storm had to let up soon, but every morning, the house was dark. The snow still piling up outside while you two huddled together for warmth, not that he needed it.

Eventually, he got tired of talking. He was never much for small talk, but especially now since you’d run out of even remotely interesting things to talk about. He tried to read to you, but you were restless.

“Hey!”

“I told you if you didn’t move, I’d just pretend you weren’t there.”

Earlier, trying to get his attention, you’d sat on the ottoman of his armchair, where he usually rested his feet while he read. You thought it’d bother him, but after asking you to move multiple times, he just decided to best you and he swung his legs onto your lap, trapping you there.

“Well, now I’m just going to annoy you until you move your legs.”

“Feel free,” He said, reaching for the book on the table next to him. He always looked studious with his reading glasses on, the little fangs poking out of his mouth being especially cute when he focused.

“Weather’s pretty crazy, huh?” You said for the second time that day, you know it got on his nerves, and so you made a point to asking as often as possible.

“Are you going to do this all night?”

“Until you let me get up.”

“You’re just going to annoy me somewhere else. At least here you’re predictable.”

He was right, you thought, but you might as well make the most of it. “Where’d you get these boots?”

“You know I make my own clothes.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you make stuff.” You poked his foot, pretending to look at the stitching. “I remember when I accidentally ripped your cape and you had to stitch it up.”

“Still mad about that.”

“Sorry,” You flicked the toe of the boot, “I mean, it was the first time I’d seen you sew. I didn’t know you knew how.”

“Mhm.”

This was getting nowhere. You huffed, looking at the fire that was roaring a minute ago, now only crackling away over a pile of ash. You’d have to add another log to the fire soon, but he wasn’t letting his feet up anytime soon. You were already getting cold.

“The fire’s dying.”

“Yep, thank god we’re both nether-dwellers,” He looked up sarcastically, “Oh wait, you’re not.”

“Techno,” You whined, kicking your feet against the foot of his chair.

“What?”

“Let me up, I want to stoke the fire,” You looked at him, pretending to shiver, “I’m already cold!”

“In a minute.”

Alright, well now it was back to your old tactics. If he wouldn’t respond to annoyance or pouting, you’d have to bring out the big guns.

“Remember when Phil caught you putting ice in Will’s pillowcase?”

“Yes, I do.”

“He deserved it,” You said, “But he brought you out in front of Will and made you apologize.”

“And then he made me apologize to you for pinning it on you.”

“I remember. Maybe I should put ice in your pillowcase for trying to pull one over on me.”

“I don’t keep ice in my house, you’d have to get from some outside,” He looked briefly at you, “And you’re already dying in here.”

So much for that plan. Maybe it wasn’t embarrassing enough, you had to dig deeper. “What about…” You drew a blank.

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever kissed anyone?”

His eyes looked up from his book, squinting at you, trying to read your expression.

“You know I haven’t,”

“I mean I dunno, you must keep some secrets from me…”

“But you have a habit of knowing everything about everyone, you’d probably somehow know before I did.”

“Good point.”

There was a pause, your train of thought got away from you, now you were just thinking about kissing him.

“How’d you think you’d kiss someone?”

He took a deep breath, “What do you mean?” “Like, with your fangs, how would you, ya know…” You made some elaborate hand gestures, which confused him more, “With the fangs and all…”

“Um, I guess I’d be really careful.”

“But how? Show me.”

His face went bright pink, ears nearly red. You hit the sweet spot. He moved his legs off of you, tucking them onto his chair, propping up his book. Victory. You stood, grabbing a log for the fire. You slowly brought the flames back to life, blowing lightly on the embers, igniting the driest bits of bark.

“No, but seriously,” You walked over to his armchair and put your head on the top of the chair, tilting your head to look at him.

“Seriously what?” His face was still slightly flushed.

“How do you kiss with the fangs? I’m actually curious.”

“I don’t know if I could describe it.”

“Well, I mean we’ve got time to waste.”

His eyes darted to you and then back to the book, taking mental note of the page number so he could come back to it.

“What are you saying?” He turned his body to face yours, getting awkwardly close. You backed up and his head followed you to the front of the chair, expression never changing.

“I mean,” You poked one of his fangs, testing its sharpness, “That could hurt someone,”

“You’re pretty tough,”

Now you had each other turning pink. You wanted to hide your face, but that would mean he’d be winning. Besides, you wanted to see if he actually had the guts to kiss you.

“Then do it,” you taunted.

He rolled his eyes and leaned in, inviting you to do the same. Am I really doing this? Am I kissing my best friend? You leaned in. He put his hand on your cheek to steady you, any wrong move would mean you’d have a tooth in your face.

You got close enough to see the details on the rims of his glasses, and you could make out tiny trios of skulls engraved in gold. Your lips were practically touching, and you whispered, “Careful, I don’t want to have to explain to Phil why my lip is busted,”

He pulled away ever so slightly, “Wait, how do I actually do this?”

You laughed. He didn’t think he’d get that far, he was just trying to psych you out, secretly hoping you’d go for it.

“Let's just try, we can figure it out as we go,”

He went back in, tilting his head, trying to get purchase on your bottom lip. “No, that's not right,”

“You got this, Techno.”

This time, you managed to get one, mouths closed.

“Alright, just let me,” You blurted, holding his face.

You went for it, full force, slightly startling Techno. You forced his lips open with your tongue, freeing his bottom lip of his fangs. From there he got the hang of it.

You both sat there for a while, exploring each other’s mouths. All things considered, he wasn’t a bad kisser. Something inside of you stirred, a long-buried crush on Techno reawakening at that moment.

You smiled into the kiss and put your arms around his neck. You swirled your tongue around his fangs, testing their sharpness, daring him to bite down. He didn’t, he was being cautious, almost like he sincerely enjoyed it.

You both parted for air, staring at each other for a while afterwards, basking in the moment.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” You mocked, your face still burned bright pink and you felt hot to the touch.

“We should do this again sometime,”

“Maybe during a blizzard or something…”