#i always leave giant holes of nothing that make it look empty

[toxicanonymity]

Shooting Practice

1600 words, raider!Joel x f!reader

mood board by @milla-frenchy

A/N: FLASHBACK TO BEFORE YOU ESCAPE.. This isn't what I was working on 🚬🤡. WARNINGS: I8+ inner conflict, dubcon p in V (captivity), angst. plz suspend disbelief about shooting, etc. Raider Joel Master List, His trailer

FLASHBACK / IMAGINE

Between "Stash House" and "Failed Escape. "

Joel leaves you in his trailer sometimes if he isn't taking you on a raid. His trailer is nice compared to the stash house. Especially because his men aren't there, but it's also a little cleaner. You sense he’s a practical man. He doesn’t have things he doesn't need, aside from whiskey. He could sleep on the ground with nothing. The fact that his bed has sheets and a blanket–no, the fact that he even has a bed and lets you sleep in it–feels like a luxury. He doesn't just let you sleep in it. He holds you. It feels more protective than affectionate but you feel safe.

Joel only uses the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. When you come in the front door, you enter into the eating area, and turn left for the bathroom and bedroom. But if you turn to the right, there’s more. It’s a small galley kitchen. There’s a pantry full of ammunition and cabinets to your right, a utility closet, a closet, and then a room you’ve never seen Joel use.

In the living room, the carpet is scratched through in some places. It’s dusty. There’s an old forlorn sofa. The roof leaks on that end of the trailer. There’s a giant spot on the thin, blue, speckled carpet.The carpet is full of stains with various items scattered around. A dust buster. Two empty pet bowls in the corner, covered in cobwebs. There’s a TV/VCR combo and a radio. There are shelves with warped and faded books.

The first time you notice the children’s books, it makes your stomach turn. You ask Joel who used to live there. Hell if he knows, it was empty, the whole trailer park was. Most of the trailers are gutted, their insides destroyed by a fire. This one had been far enough away. You try not to think too much about who used to live there. You try spending time in the living room and it feels like your own space, but it's also spooky.

Joel has one of his men keeping an eye on you from down the hill, but it's for protection--to stop any of his men from going up there. You're allowed to go outside. When you have an opportunity, you explore the immediate area around the trailer– the top of the hill, and the woods. There isn’t much to see, and you don’t go far, afraid he’ll come back and think you’re trying to escape.

When you're hungry one afternoon, you try to forage for mushrooms in the woods. You find a collapsed, faded tent with a lump under it. Your gut tells you it’s a body. The next day, it’s in the same spot. You’re probably right. Joel always says it’s too dangerous, you shouldn’t go in the woods, and now you know why.

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One day, you’re feeling particularly restless, but you stay inside. When Joel gets home, he grabs ammunition from the pantry and is about to do target practice outside. You overhear him shooting when he does it.

“Can I watch,” you ask.

He glances at you skeptically, then mutters “yeah okay.”

You walk around back with him, the opposite side of the stash house, to the opposite ridge of the hill, facing the trailer park, with the woods on your left. There are shells of abandoned cars scattered behind the trailers.

The two trailers you’re looking at are marked up with spray paint, x’s, o’s, stick figures. One of the stick figures has a gaping hole in the head and smaller holes around it.

Joel sets up his rifle and gets down on his stomach, which gives you butterflies to watch. His triceps flex as he gets into position and his shapely lower body holds an interesting pose as he peers into the sight of his gun. He takes a shot and you don’t see where it goes.

“What’d you hit?”

Joel glances at you. “Trailer”

“Where?”

“See that guy with the hole in his head? went through that.”

You settle in to watch, legs folded to the side, fingers exploring a clover patch while he shoots. You pluck the little white flowers and consider making a crown out of them, but you would feel silly in front of Joel. You tear them to pieces instead with a lump in your throat.

Joel takes a few more shots, then asks, “wanna see?”

He scoots over and you swallow your emotions. You get on your stomach next to him. When you peer through the sight, you can see right through the trailer to the next one where he’s shot a large hole in the middle of an X. “wow,” you marvel. “all the way through?”

“yep”

“you’re really good at that.”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “Wouldn’t keep ya if I wasn’t. Someone’s gotta keep ya safe, sweet pea.”

You nod and give a small smile.At this point, you’re still unsure where you’re better off.

You get out of his way. He takes a couple more shots while you pensively look for four-leaf clovers.

There’s nothing waiting for you back home, but sometimes, the way Joel plucked you out of your life doesn’t sit right. You didn't get to choose.

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Joel lets you watch him most days when he does target practice, and one day he asks if you wanna try.

"Look, uh, you don't need to be usin' a gun like this okay?"

"yeah, I know."

"but if ya wanna try it, right here with me. . .I can show ya."

"really?" He showed you his pistol before but didn't offer you could shoot it.

Joel nods for you to come over. You've shot a pistol before, in your old life, but never a long gun. You lay on your stomach, trying to emulate his stance. He moves your legs into position for you and you can feel the air on your inner thighs as your dress bunches up near your hip on your right side.

Joel cages you to the ground with his body, laying his chest flat against your back. He puts your hands on the gun and keeps his hands over yours. “You’re gonna wanna look right here.” He points at the sight then returns the hand to yours. “And hold the gun real steady. It’s gonna jump back at ya.”

“Okay.”

“Ready? I'll squeeze it the first time”

“Yeah.”

He squeezes the trigger and his arm muscles flex against you as he fires. It goes straight through the hole to the x. With Joel holding it steady, it doesn't jump back. The next time, he lets you pull the trigger while he holds the gun steady. When he shifts his weight in between shots, you can feel him getting hard. Each time, he puts less and less of his strength into it until he thinks you’re ready to do it on your own. He gets up off you and watches.

You line up the shot and take it. The recoil startles you even though you knew it was coming. The bullet pings a blank spot on the trailer next to the stick figure’s neck. You’re disappointed but Joel says “Good girl, look at that.”

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He takes the gun from you and puts it aside. Then he cages you to the ground again. He lowers his hips and you feel the shape of his stiff cock through his thin jeans. “my gun looks good on ya,” he murmurs.

You’re still up on your elbows. He put his weight on one of his forearms and reaches his other hand under your arm to cup your breast. He rolls his hips into you and gropes you. You’re getting wet. He does it once more, and you sigh.

"Not here," he says. "too exposed."

He begins to push himself off, and you feel the cool air against your damp panties as he sits back on his knees between your legs. He mutters, “fuck" and defies himself by reaching between your legs. He slips a finger under the cotton and when he feels how wet you are, he inhales sharply then mumbles, “gotta be quick.” When you hear his zipper, a wave of arousal hits you.

He hovers over you resting on his forearm again. "relax, sweet pea." You put your arms down and rest your head on top of them. "want it here, right?" He presses on the damp spot.

"Yeah"

He pushes your panties to the side and nudges his tip into place. You're wet but not quite wet enough. He spits on his hand and adds saliva to his tip before returning it between your legs.

He lines himself up and shoves into you, his girth splitting you in two. Your body rushes to catch up but he doesn't allow much time to adjust. He slowly brings his cock back, then slams in with a grunt. Then he goes at a jackhammer pace, breathing vocally and railing into you until he moans "ohh, ah–" and slows his hips.

He plunges to the hilt and sighs in relief as he fills you with his cum. You whimper on the edge, almost there yourself, but you don't know how he'll react if you touch yourself, so you don't.

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Maybe you'll have a moment to yourself later. Or maybe--you catch yourself wondering--maybe, he'll fuck you later and take his time. You shame yourself for the thought.

There's no mistaking what your body wants. It's always wanted him, but there's something that scares you now. You're beginning to fear it's not just your body anymore.

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Thank you for reading

she's afraid her desire/acceptance isn't just physical anymore

Next would be Failed Escape

the last line:

she's afraid her body belongs to him and not just herself

[drarrily-we-row-along]

It had been literal years since Harry had seen him, it shouldn’t still feel like this.

Looking at Draco Malfoy while he swanned around the gala, not even noticing Harry’s existence, felt like he’d been hit with a bombarda to the chest. The grief, the rage, the fear, the brokenness, everything came back like it was yesterday. Like he was twenty one and desperately in love, like his entire life was oriented around another person. And the devastation of being left without a word; the empty, expansive void that filled his entire body.

He couldn’t stop watching him. Couldn’t take his eyes off his lithe form, so similar and yet different. He walked taller now, he was self assured in a way he hadn’t been. Open, smiling, like he actually knew he was worthy and it changed how he viewed other people. But he was still himself; clever and funny, still a little bashful when someone praised him.

Harry wondered what else was the same. Wondered if his mouth still tasted the same, if his hands could still make Harry’s body go pliant and his mind go blank. He wondered if he still got giggly after sex. Wondered if earl grey was still his favorite type of tea. If he still hated tequila. Wondered what Harry’d done wrong and how he could have messed up badly enough that Draco left after three years together without a word.

It was inevitable that he found himself following Draco when he went to the men's room, a moth to a flame that would incinerate it and leave its charred smoking remains in a pile of ash. Locking the door behind him, he waited, leaning against the row of sinks until Draco emerged from the stall. There was barely a hitch in his step, barely a flash of recognition in those silver eyes when he looked at Harry.

"Not even a hello?" he asked, suddenly incensed at Draco for ignoring him, at himself for setting himself up for this.

"Hello, Potter," he said evenly. "Enjoying yourself at this fine Ministry Gala?"

"Fuck you," he hissed.

Draco turned and raised an irritatingly perfect eyebrow at him, "Was a hello not what you wanted?"

And Harry saw it, the flicker in his eyes that meant he knew he'd asked the wrong question. "Not what I wanted," he repeated, throat tight and eyes stinging. "Not what I wanted?" He shook his head, "when have you ever cared about what I wanted?"

"Right," Draco said. "Terribly sorry that this Gala helps to fund my research and I had to be here tonight for my job." He said it calmly, devoid of any of the emotions that were racing under Harry's skin. "If you'll excuse me," he said, starting past Harry and moving toward the door, "I'll just get out of your way."

Harry's hands were on him before he even knew what he was doing, shoving him back against the door and pinning him there. "Seven years, Draco. Seven years and not a single word."

"Let me go," he said, voice still unerringly calm.

He shook his head, "No. Not until you-" he broke of, chest heaving as he fought for control, as he fought to get a breath.

"Until I what?" he asked.

"Not until you tell me why," Harry said, voice shaking. "Not until you give me the reason that you threw away three years together without a single. fucking. word."

He just stared at him, still not giving him a word.

"Tell me," he said, begged really, "just. Give me something. Give me some closure. Let me move on."

"Nothing is stopping you from moving on," he replied steadily.

He growled, "Fucking hell, Draco. Just tell me-"

"You're hurting me," the other man said, pressing a palm against Harry's chest.

Harry loosened his grip, "You hurt me," he whispered. "You tore out my entire heart when you fucked off and left. You left this giant, gaping sink hole of a wound in my chest that has never closed, never healed right. It always fucking hurts."

He shook his head, eyes suspiciously bright.

"Tell me," Harry demanded. "Tell me what I did. Tell me how you stopped loving me. Tell me why you left. I would have given you anything, I would have done anything, would hav-"

"I know!" Draco exploded, his voice sharp and furious, and Harry reveled in it, in his loss of composure. "I know that you would have and I didn't want you to."

"What?" he asked.

Draco shoved him off, "Let go of me." He tried to turn and get the door open but Harry grabbed him and spun him around again.

"What do you mean?"

"Let go!" he demanded, pushing roughly at him.

"No," he replied stubbornly. "You owe me this much, at least."

"I owe you nothing," Draco hissed, voice low.

Harry released his grip on the other man, body involuntarily taking a step back as he shrunk in on himself, curling away from him. "Fine," he whispered, wishing he could sink into the floor, wishing he could just disappear, wishing for anything that would take the pain away.

The other man sighed and Harry could hear him straightening his robes before he pulled open the door. "I owe you nothing because the cost of leaving was too high in the first place," he said.

And Harry's head filled with a thousand questions, he looked up but Draco had already left. Rushing out after him, Harry caught him just at the end of the hall. They were in plain sight of everyone at the Gala, if they cared to look their way, but Harry couldn't have cared less. "What?" he asked, maneuvering so that he was in front of the other man. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Everyone can see you," Draco said, voice low so no one would hear, his face impassively blank in a way that Harry detested; it made something go funny in his chest, the desire to break him from that shell, to muss him up, to kiss him until he was breathless and smiling, color high on his cheeks.

"I don't care." He shook his head, "For fuck's sake Draco. I don't care what any of them think. Please," he whispered. "Please just," he let out a rush of air that he'd been holding too tight in his lungs. "Please."

"Not here," he said, glancing around the room very clearly trying to clock who'd noticed them talking.

He nodded eagerly, "tell me where and when."

Draco looked at him, actually looked at him, his eyes moving over Harry's face like a caress. "Mac's, 9:00 pm."

He spun off and left Harry standing there, staring at the wall. He hadn't been to Mac's in seven years, not since Draco'd left.

The rest of the Gala couldn't go quickly enough and Harry found himself leaving before he really needed to but he couldn't help it; he couldn't stand and talk to one more person that he had no interest in talking to. Not to mention the torment of watching Draco swan about, wooing donors; Harry's heart couldn't take it.

Flooing home to change into a green jumper and a pair of jeans before heading to the diner seemed like the only reasonable course of action.

The neon clock behind the counter revealed he was only ten minutes early and he mentally congratulated himself on taking up as much time as he had.

"Well bless my soul," the waitress, Barb if Harry remembered right, said. "I haven't seen you in ages. Look how you've grown."

"And you look just the same, lovely as ever," Harry replied, smiling at her. It was true, she wore the same blue dress and apron, hair pulled back in a bun, still had the same blue eye shadow.

"Flatterer," she accused, but she looked pleased. "Where's your young man?" she asked, leading him back to the corner booth that they'd always preferred and for a moment Harry's heart twisted painfully in his chest.

"Coming, I hope," he said.

She nodded, eyes full of understanding, "Now, don't tell me," she said. "You're a strawberry shake and he's-" she broke off, brow furrowing in concentration.

"A chocolate malt," he said at the same time as another voice behind her.

Both he and Barb looked up to find Draco standing behind her, hands shoved into the pockets of his impeccably tailored trousers, top button on his black dress shirt unbuttoned. He looked like he'd stepped straight out of a muggle magazine, hair just a little disheveled but devastatingly handsome. Harry could barely breathe around how fucking gorgeous he was, how badly he wanted him.

"But if I'm being honest," he said, "I haven't had that much sugar in ages. I should probably-"

"Nonsense," she said, shooing him into the booth across from Harry. "Reunions always require something of the old to mix with the new."

Before either of them could respond to that, she bustled off to the kitchen, leaving the two of them staring awkwardly at one another.

"Draco-" he started just as the other man began with "Look-"

Harry shook his head and gave a little chuckle, running his fingers through his curls and tucking them behind his ear, "Go ahead," he offered.

Squaring his shoulders, Draco began again, "Agreeing to come here with you was a moment of weakness."

"A moment of weakness?" Harry interrupted.

Draco glared at him, "Yes. I'm really not interested in having this conversation. I'm not interested in rehashing everything that happened."

He took a slow breath, "I deserved a good bye," he said eyes stinging.

"Excuse me?" he asked, sounding a bit taken aback.

Barb came over and deposited their shakes and a platter of nachos between them. "I'll just be tidying up," she said. "Over there," she added pointedly. "Don't be shy if you boys need anything."

Harry waited until she was a reasonable distance away from their table before he said, "Listen, I don't need to know why you left. You're right, you don't owe me that. So even though I'd like to know, even though it kills me not to know what happened, what I did wrong," he broke off, shaking his head. "You can have your own reasons and I don't have to know them. But I deserved a good bye."

Those grey eyes, the ones he'd spent countless hours staring into, the ones he'd dreamt of more times than he could count, stared at him like he couldn't comprehend what he was saying.

"I loved you, Draco," he said softly, the truth splitting the wounds in his heart open wide. "I loved you more than anything, I would have done anything, I would have given you anything. If you'd told me you needed to leave, I would have been heartbroken, but I would have let you." He took a deep shuddering breath, "but I deserved a good bye."

"I couldn't," Draco said simply. He started to slide toward the edge of his bench but Harry reached out.

"Damn it, Draco," he said. "Sit down. Please. If you ever loved me-"

"If I ever loved you?" he asked and finally his exterior cracked. "If I ever loved you?" he repeated incredulously. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he repeated, blood pressure rising.

"Yes, you fucking idiot! What do you mean 'if I ever loved you'?" He shook his head, "How can you possibly imagine that my leaving wasn't out of love for you?"

"Because it wasn't!" he exclaimed.

"Yes it was."

He shook his head, "There's no way in hell," he said. "It wasn't for me because you leaving completely destroyed me. You leaving left me in a state of depression that made me wish I was dead. For fucking months. I went to therapy; I still go to therapy, you leaving still comes up. Regularly. There was nothing about that choice that was good for me.”

“How do you imagine that relationship would have ended?”

Harry shook his head, “I don’t know. I’ve been too preoccupied with dealing with the fall out of how it actually ended to wonder how it might have ended otherwise.”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead in a gesture that Harry had seen enough to know that he was getting a tension headache. He wondered if scratching his fingers through the hair at the back of his head still helped, wondered if rubbing his neck still eased the pain. "That relationship would have ended with you hating me."

"Right," he said. "So glad we avoided that outcome."

"Do you hate me?" he asked, looking at Harry like the answer mattered to him.

He let out a breath, "I wanted to. It would have been easier if I could have."

Draco nodded, "And I wouldn't blame you if you did, but I didn't want to stick around for that." He sighed, "Look, we couldn't have kept living in the shadows. Coming out to muggle restaurants, sharing a bed, living on the edge of the world and hoping that we didn't get caught."

"Draco, I would have come out with you. If you'd wanted to tell people, I would have. Godric. How little can you possibly think of me that-?"

He shook his head, "That's my point. You would have come out, you would have told the world, and we would have lived under the proverbial shit storm that rained down on us. Constant harassment, we'd be the front page of every newspaper. I had to leave the country to get accepted into a training program that would accept me as it was."

"And?" Harry asked, "I'm not new to the media shit-show."

Draco looked at him, eyes sad like he could see something that Harry couldn't. "You're not, that's the point. Harry," he said, and the way that he said his name felt like Harry's heart was being ripped open, "you deserved time to heal. You deserved a shot at a normal life. You deserved to be happy. You deserved so much-"

"That wasn't your choice to make!" Harry exclaimed. "What I deserved, what would make me happy; it wasn't your decision. Not without me at least. Because it didn't make me happy. You made me happy."

"But I wouldn't have," he said. "It was the only way. For both of us. I needed to get my life together. I'm brilliant," he said, and somehow it didn't sound cocky, it was just a statement of fact. "Harry, I'm so good at my job. I'm so good at developing potions and magic that is helping people in ways we couldn't have imagined even five years ago."

"I know," Harry replied. "I've followed your career. I've read your articles."

The little smile that curved Draco's mouth shouldn't have felt like that still, it shouldn't have made him feel like his heart expanded four sizes. "And you needed to find your life outside of me. It felt like you hated everything, like you wanted to burn the entire world, everything outside of our bed. And I was never going to be enough to fill that need."

"You were," he said, throat burning. "Draco, I would have supported you. I would have given you anything-"

"I know. And I couldn't let you." He shook his head, "Leaving you," Draco looked down at his hands where they were clenched on the table. "Circe, Harry, it nearly killed me. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. I meant what I said about the cost of leaving being too high. I wanted to give you the life you deserved.”

“All I wanted was you,” he replied.

“I know. And don’t you see why that is a problem? Harry, if all you wanted was me, how could I ever be enough? When all of your dreams, or goals, or aspirations revolve around me,” he shook his head. “I wanted more for you.”

“I didn’t mean to put pressure on you-”

He nodded, “I know. But by the end, neither of us even knew how to be a complete person on our own.”

“Three years of shared life will do that to a person,” he replied blandly.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said, and Harry couldn’t count the number of times that he’d wished to hear those words. “I am. But I would do it again.”

The dried, brittle remains of his heart crumbled in his chest. “Right.”

Draco’s hand reached across the table and covered Harry’s, and Harry stopped breathing. “You might be right,” he said. “You probably deserved a good bye. But if I’d given one to you, if I’d even tried, I never would have been able to leave you.”

He opened his mouth to reply but Draco continued.

“I’m not a brave man, I’ve never been well versed in denying myself what I wanted. But I had to give us a chance. I had to give us both the chance to grow into the men we needed to become. I had to give you the chance to be happy.”

“Is that what you think I am?” Harry asked. “Happy?”

Draco blinked, “Well, yes.” His eyebrows furrowed, “you run multiple successful charities that are doing immeasurable good. You’re always in the Prophet with some new witch or wizard gazing adoringly at you-”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since you,” he said bluntly. “Some events require a plus one, so,” he shrugged. “But I still sleep on the left side of the bed. I still unconsciously check to make sure the covers aren’t bunched under me when I roll over because my body got used to not wanting to take them from you.

“Yes, I run my charities,” he continued. “I attend ministry functions. I visit my godchildren and hang out with friends. Yes. I do the duties set before me in my life and I make time for people I love.” He shook his head, “but no one who knows me would say that I am happy.”

Draco stared at him uncertainly.

“It never made sense,” Harry continued. “I couldn’t figure out what I’d done wrong, how I’d fucked up so badly. I loved you so much, I wanted what was good for you, and I came to terms with that not being me. But for you to tell me it was for me,” he blew out a breath and shook his head. “Whatever you may think, that wasn’t what was good for me.”

No words came out of the other man’s mouth, and Harry decided he’d probably tortured him long enough.

He rapped his knuckles on the table and stood, dropping some money for the bill before murmuring, “good bye, Draco. I hope your life is everything that you wanted.”

Then he all but fled the diner, desperate to be anywhere that wasn’t there. His heart couldn’t take it. Maybe Draco has been right and a conversation only made things worse.

Before he could get to the alley down the street, the one he and Draco had stood in more times than Harry could count to snog until one of them got too horny and apparated them back to Harry’s bed, he heard the sound of footsteps chasing him down the sidewalk. And he would have recognized those footsteps anywhere, could have picked out Draco’s gait out of any line up. “What-” he began, turning toward him.

But he was interrupted by Draco cupping his face and kissing him, his body surging against Harry’s.

Harry didn’t waste this moment, he grabbed onto the other man and pulled him in, kissing him back with all of the heart ache, all of the desire and love that he hadn’t been able to give him when he’d left.

Draco pressed him back against the wall, caging Harry in and making him feel kept and held. “I’m sorry,” Draco managed into the kiss. “I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, trying to just draw him back into the kiss, he didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want anything but this moment; Draco in his arms, bodies pressed together, not a space between them.

But he pulled back and Harry felt bereft. “Forgive me,” he pleaded. “I really believed I was doing the right thing-”

“Draco-”

He shook his head, pressing a trembling finger to Harry’s lips, “there hasn’t been anyone else for me but you either,” he confessed. “Harry,” he broke off, a tear sliding down his cheek, “you are the love of my life. I wanted you to be happy.” He broke, tears spilling down his face. “I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re brilliant,” Harry echoed back to him.

“Forgive me,” he whispered. “If you meant it, when you said you weren’t happy here,” he started, “come with me. Salazar, I know it sounds crazy.” He shook his head, “but I’ve hated every single moment of not being with you. I love you.” He pressed his forehead to Harry’s, “I love you so much. Come back to France with me. We can start a new life there. I know it sounds crazy-”

“Yes,” he interrupted him. “Godric, yes. Let me come with you. Let me stay with you.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Draco cried, tears still pouring down his face. “You don’t know-”

“I know you,” he replied, holding Draco’s face in his hands to kiss him. “Yes, this is fast and sudden, and I’m sure we’ll have more than one fight about it. But I love you too. I have spent the last seven years wishing you’d walk back into my life, I’m not about to waste that opportunity now.”

“Come back to my hotel with me?”

He shook his head, “come back to our flat?” he whispered. “Come sleep in our bed?”

“You stayed?”

He nodded, “it was ours. I didn’t want to leave behind all I had left of you. And if you ever decided to come back,” he broke off. “Well, I wanted to be there.”

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, “take me home,” he whispered.

“Home is anywhere, as long as I’m with you.”

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

Pt1/ Ive had an ongoing fantasy about acquiring a cursed necklace, maybe i found it or maybe I stole it, but after I put it on it refuses to be taken off and now Im cursed with ghosts who want to fuck me. It starts off slow, waking up in the middle of the night to feel thick pressure in my cunt but when I feel with my fingers down there theres nothing, just air reaching deep into me. It fucks me slowly and then faster and more and I come hard on it but it keeps going till i feel it pulse and

Pt2/ come deep within me. As im gasping for air and confusion it pulls out, leaving me aching and then arching as a new ghost cocks shoves its way in and starts fucking me still. It gets worse as time goes on, getting fucked randomly and constantly in my cunt, in my ass, in public or at home. I avoid going out because Ive come too close to coming from the fucking too many times while walking around. I have to start wearing a mask to conceal when a ghost cock is in my mouth, keeping my lips

Pt3/ lips spread, tho if you look closely you can see my throat bulging repeatedly as i'm forced to deepthroat. I notice that i'm always horny now, always ready to be forced to come from having all my holes fucked at any given time, shuddering and pulsing repeatedly around nothing but cool air and pressure. The few times i'm left empty i ache, my stretched out holes gaped and desperate to be filled again. I also notice that the cocks are getting bigger and bigger, truly stretching me to my limit

Pt4/ I realise with a startled groan that its actually stretching even past my limit, I swear I can feel the cocks pushing through the absolute limit of my cunt, making me cry from the aching stretching pleasurepain of feeling the cocks fucking into my other muscles and organs. It culminates in the many cocks leaving me alone until the biggest ghost of them all comes for me, I can feel its impossibly huge head popping in and stretching and filling my cunt to its fullest, i can feel it fucking

Pt5/ through into my asshole at the same time, feel it almost to my skin and then it pushes all the way in and then further, past my cervix and into the rest of my body, i groan in shock as i see my stomach and skin suddenly distend and stretch around the impossible cock. It reaches further and further into me until it finally stops in my throat, when i swallow i can feel the soft throbbing head distending my neck. Im pierced completely through, body straightened and tight and shaking at the

Pt6/ the sensations of being filled to the brim, every nerve inside and out lit up, pleasure and pain blinding and i already feel myself trying to come as the giant cock pulls slowly out and then pushing back into me a couple times. then i feel a hand, giant fingers and palm wrapping itself aorund me, pinning my arms to my side and lifting me from the ground, feeling the cock settle even deeper into me, now feeling the tip forcing my head back and into my mouth, speared completely from my

Pt7/ crotch to my lips. it starts fucking me, pushing me up and down on its cock, pulling groans and wails from me as it feels like every erogenous nerve is rubbed and fucked, turned into a full body cocksleeve for a giant ghost. im on the edge of coming, my whole body throbbing but i'm so full i cant even come, my muscles stretched to their limit and with no way to touch my aching clit. i can only take it, shaking uncontrollably and wailing as im fucked for who knows how long, a toy helplessly

Pt8/ moving back and forth in the air. i can tell the ghost is finally starting to come when im stopped, feeling the cock grow even bigger so i can feel its tingling pulse even on the outside of my skin. the hand frees me and all i can do is dangle, supported in midair by only the cock, bouncing as it starts to throb and come, thick ropes of glowing plasma pulsing from the head in my gaping mouth and dissapearing in the air. i cant stop groaning, eyes rolled back and shuddering in overloaded

Pt9/ bliss as i rock back and forth in the air from the force of the cock coming, and as the ghost finally finishes its cock begins to soften just enough for my orgasm to hit me so hard i start screaming again, jerking and thrashing on the cock still pinning me in the air. the ghost hand grabs me again and starts fucking me on its cock again, rubbing and making me come more and longer, it seems like it wont stop as the cock fills again and starts dripping more come from my mouth and down my

Pt10/ my front. i finally pass out, still beign fucked and still coming helplessly. i wake up who knows how long later, empty and sprawled on the floor of my bedroom, every nerve aching and shuddering still from being so overloaded, and the necklace laying next to me, snapped from the giant cock in my throat.

[noah1986]

El señor de la noche...

MDNI

tw: smut / oral sex / vaginal sex. 

2 years ago, you met Miguel. 4 dates. 

One day he just vanished, leaving you confused and misplaced. Truthfully, you didn’t know much about him, just that he was a geneticist traveling constantly. 

After Miguel’s disappearance, you swear on your future that you wouldn’t let anyone approach you to make you fall in love and leave just like that.

The rain on the cement reflected the poor light from the street lamps. Your apartment felt too still. Every single night was too quiet, too empty you missed having someone. 

The routine was getting old, cooking dinner, cleaning the kitchen, showering, and going to bed. Sometimes touching yourself to clear your mind. 

As you grew tired, you decided to take a shower. Your body felt heavy and somehow your mind was playing games. Catching what seemed to be a red shadow in the corner of your eye. 

Your bedroom was cold, as you walked to your closet to grab a hoodie, the light coming from the window was interrupted by a giant black figure. 

- “What...”

He got closer...Miguel was wearing Spiderman’s suit, and at that moment, everything clicked. His disappearance.

- “You are him?” It came like a mumble. 

To say you were mad at Miguel was wrong at this very moment, you could only feel confusion. The very man that put you in this place full of hesitation and sadness came back like nothing after so long.

- “Sí.” His eyes were like fire without an ounce of remorse. He was broader, full of muscle in every inch of his body. His fangs were more prominent. He looked agitated. Tall as usual. 

- Why did you come back after so long? Your eyes are glued to the floor, a heart filled with sadness and the anticipation of the worse. 

- “Cause now I can have you without any problem” Miguel went through a lot since the night he left you. Working out all the possibilities to have the best outcome. To have you, all to himself. 

- “But Miguel...” Your eyes fixated on his, your chest heaving, so much was going on. 

The man you wanted and thought about every night for 8 months after he left was in front of you, looking like an absolute God. No more denying you wanted him all over you, touching every part of your body. You were angry but having him towering over your frame was too much for a mortal. 

Miguel has always been like this. Too much presence, power, strength, discipline, and determination. 

The hard thing to accept was that you were as attracted to him as you were 2 years ago. Probably more.

His eyes were devouring your nipples that were showing through your thin shirt. 

Your mouth and soft skin were screaming to be taken. Miguel wasn’t stupid and noticed the sublime messages. 

He captured your lips taking his time with memorizing the taste and feeling of them. His hands didn’t have enough of you grabbing your ass and caressing the skin of your back. 

Between moans and gasps for air...

- “Te extrañé tanto muñequita.” You understood enough to know what he meant. 

He grabbed your legs and carry you to bed. His arms on each side of your head, wet kisses, from your mouth to your now bare chest. Licking, sucking, and biting your nipples with so much passion, you thought you might come.

- “Tell me what you want” He opened your legs putting each one on his broad, hard muscular shoulders. Teasing you, playing with your clit in between his fingers, saying dirty things with his eyes going from yours to your clothed pussy. 

- “Make me yours” Pleading eyes and moans were more than enough to send him into oblivion. The materialization of all his dreams is right in front of him. 

- “Oh I will, but first I’m going to ruin you” Miguel was possessed by his worst demons, lust, and anger, and he let himself be consumed. The lust of dreaming every night with your presence and the anger of having to leave you.

He ripped your panties and open your lips, licking all the moisture coming from your hole, making circles, up and down until your clit was so swollen you couldn’t even talk, your hands touching his while his claws were restraining your thighs from moving. Miguel was an animal and you were his prey crying, asking for help. Your orgasm showered you with bliss and he didn’t stop licking you, collecting your juices mixed with his saliva. 

His knees hit the mattress, grinning like a feral monster ready to take every orgasm he could claim. 

- “Miguel...” Came like a whisper, almost nonaudible. 

Grabbing your legs and leaving wet kisses all over them, sucking your fingertips, caressing your thighs, ready to break you with his cock. 

- “I’m going to make you scream my name so much your neighbors will know it.” He was determined to show you how much he has craved your skin since the moment he met you. He never touched you in such a way at the beginning. And after he left he only dreamt about having you for at least only one night. 

It was everything about you that drove him insane. Your smile, eyes, hair, and the way your delicious ass stretched your leggings. 

Tonight he had you all for himself. He grabbed your hips and turned you around, getting you on all fours, he rubbed slowly your clit and penetrate you, waiting a few seconds to give you the time to adjust to his size. 

He fucked you mercilessly, almost disconnected from reality with all the pleasure he felt from your moans and whimpers, how warm and tight you were. 

In and out. Spanking you and telling you the most obscene things. 

“Quiero que te vengas hasta que no puedas más” 

“Me encanta este culo”

“Me pones loco”

“You want a baby?”

“My fucking slut, this pussy is fucking mine” 

For a moment everything was too much and you let yourself go, cumming as he followed you. The warmth of his semen all over your pussy, you wanted him, always like this. He captured your moans with his lips. He was hovering over you leaving soft kisses on your shoulder.

He took care of you, making sure you were cleaned. In his mind, nothing could be better than this. Finally, he was home. 

After a few moments in bed, talking nonsense and laughing Miguel went quiet and deep in thought, your head resting on his chest. Whispering 

“Perdóname por como me fui, no dudes que te pense cada día” His forehead touching yours, and smiling.

“Te amo, muñeca”

“Me too”

[minas-linkverse]

I love hearing about your guys so I wanna ask - how do you think each of them feels about their adventure(s) as a whole? You've done really great at showing stuff that still haunts and affects them, but I'm curious about the overall opinion and attitude the different links have about what they've been through. And also Ravio

I love getting your asks 💛 I just suck at answering. OTL

I think this question could run really long, like I could go really into long form detail about this stuff, but since you asked about EVERYONE I'll try to write something manageable in size.

How does the gang feel about each of their canon story?

Sky - He feels like it all had to happen. It was a story written for them eras before he and Zelda were born, before Groose, Impa, Scrapper, maybe even before Fi... He tries to see it as a kind of honour, since everything worked out. He got to be an important piece of something that lead to saving the world and the people he loves. He's just happy to help! Really, no need to worry!

Twilight - He did love the people he got to meet and places he got to visit, Hyrule... No, the world is bigger than he could've ever imagined. He always knew Ordon Village was small, but wow. Wow... It's like a little chick, with a thousand beasts just beyond the woods. He's got to do something. He's got to be there for it.

Wild - He's chill ✌️ He's had a lot of time to think about things, and although it's a work in progress, he's finding peace with things.

Legend - At this point they feel like a tool to do what must be done, so that those who are safe from the horrors can continue to be so. He could complain, but eh. He'd rather see those people prosper than start fighting against the inevitable. Someone else would see this all as an honour, right?

Ravio - Well he thought he was going to watch the world end, so this all turned out pretty good! People try to tell him it was amazing of him to gather up the bravery to leave for Hyrule and aid the hero, but he can't help but to wonder if it was that ...or him fleeing. AH WELL, who cares. It all worked out! Let's just move on. He'll just apologize to Hilda one hundred times! What do you mean you don't want me to do that? Hilda? Hilda?? Come back I want to apolog-

Wind - Isn't it COOL?? He defeated TWO ancient evils. He did get lots of help! And he's very grateful! But he DID THAT! Ha suck it.

Yet... Why does it feel so off when he says that? He is so proud of what he's done, he loves the people around him, he's happy. Yet it feels like there's this giant boulder crushing him, or some deep hole he can't fill. What kind of nonsense is that...

Time - He's never truly belonged and never will, that's what he learnt. He was never a Kokiri, and he'll never be like the Hylians who he looks so much like. He grew up wrong and out of time. He doesn't even recognize the world he landed in. Guess he's glad the world is safe, but... When the journey is done, there's nothing but emptiness again.

Minish - He is the best most specialist little man, he saved Hyrule and his Grandpa is very proud. Zelda is so happy and he will do anything to make sure that stays!!!! He is so strong and special and capable and cannot be stopped for he will make everything MORE GOOD!!!!!!!

[nocturnalghoul]

On Each Side

I had three short little ideas about the ghouls on the way to work and outlined them on my way in so I wouldn't forget. Here is the first one of those, a little more sweet Dewther separation angst. Here are the Rulti and the Raindrop parts.

Words: 631

Summary: Dew and Aether are reminded of the tiny details that the other exists as they lay in bed wondering if they feel the same way.

It was the same every time the two ghouls shared a bed. Aether would take the left side and Dew would curl up on the right. Even when alone neither of the two could manage to break the habit of automatically claiming their assigned side. Sure, plenty of times that space will often end up occupied by another ghoul , but now that they were separated by so much space it felt weird. 

~~~

Dew wonders as he lays in the uncomfortable hotel room how Aether is dealing with the adjustment. Surely Sunny was there to fill that hole sometimes, but she couldn’t always be there. Even when she was, it would never be the same, just like how the ghouls he had been partnered with weren't the same. 

He can’t stop himself from wondering, when the quintessence ghoul wakes up in the morning does he see little traces of him laid out on the right hand bedside table? Do they make him feel lonely? Does he feel regret about leaving over his past? As he stares at the empty table to the left of him, yet to be claimed by Swiss for the night, he can’t help but wish that Aether feels as lonely as he does right now. 

He takes a deep breath in, closing his eyes and picturing the kind lavender eyes that could be greeting him. He thinks of the various books and left behind mugs that should be on that leftside table. Each item that should be proof that the quintessence ghoul will make his way to the same bed as Dew. 

The memories haunt him until he can’t stand it anymore. He tries to only remember the sweetest memories but that barren table taunts him. Dew wants nothing more than to let it all go and accept that until the tour is over he won’t wake up to Aether’s tired mumbles in his sleep or any of his other endearing quirks. However, each time he blinks there is still hope that the traces of Aether will simply appear and he won't feel like this anymore. 

Finally he concedes that it would hurt so much worse to know that Aether feels the same way, and shoots him a quick “Love you. Miss you.” text as an attempt to send all the love he can’t put to words. Right as he hits send Swiss walks out from the shower and begins to unpack.

~~~~

As Aether stares at that damn right bedside table, the one that is mostly there for Dew, he feels his heart wither. Each item from the spare hairbrush to the giant empty water bottle feels like traces of love left out to collect dust. 

Not having Dew there in the morning to scamper in with breakfast or even tell him about whatever strange dream he had the night before leaves Aether feeling empty. The space has always been a place for Dew’s walls to fall down and it's a sight that Aether can never get enough of. As he looks at the cluttered table he lets his mind wander through pathways of fond memories for each item, times that his fire ghoul was here with him and happy. 

Just as the memories threaten to drown him he is snapped out of it by his phone going off. Hearing the custom text tone he has set for Dew he immediately turns over to grab it off of his bedside table. He knows the four little words speak so much more than they say on the surface but knowing that he isn’t alone in his thoughts soothes the burning ache inside his heart a little. 

Soon they will reunite again, laying in one another’s arms for hours on end. Until then the little reminders will have to do.

[workingforitallthetime]

i was being lazy and kind of halfassed the last third of it when i was roughing out the adam/girl!rutger boys and girls can't be friends premise earlier, but fortunately the 2023 nhl draft suggested a much better ending, so here it is.

things start feeling a little... off with adam after the conversation about seamus. he’s quieter. he meets her eyes less, like he’s avoiding her without actually avoiding her. with the school year ending, everyone's around all the time, and rutger can't figure out if it's on purpose that adam's never alone with her any more.

she's determined to power through and make everything normal. adam leaves for worlds like next week. and maybe he’s never coming back, although rutger doesn’t want to think about that. but if he isn’t, they might as well make the most of it, right? (before rutger has to go back to mediocre hookups. she doesn't like to think about that either.)

adam is not picking up on her body language, which is strange since it seemed like he was kind of good at that. like, all rutger had to do was tilt her chin a little and five minutes later they’d be sneaking off together to the closest empty bedroom. but she finally has to, like, angle herself in close to him in the crowd at a party and press herself against his back and whisper into his ear let's fuck.

adam's back goes rigid. he tilts his head toward her just a little bit, not enough to look her in the eye, and says "i don't think that's what i want."

"okay, cool." rutger unsticks herself from adam's back and flounces away to the kitchen. she's not going to be embarrassed about this. she's not. friends with benefits is supposed be no strings attached, she reminds herself. she could have cut it off at any time. she can be cool about adam doing the same. she can be cool. she can prove that they can hook up, and stop hooking up, and still be friends.

so rutger's the coolest she can possibly be, and she determinedly treats adam just like nothing's changed. it still feels like something has. but maybe it's just her imagination. adam’s gone at worlds. he's busy. he doesn't have to answer her texts.

rutger swims in the lake and rides her moped with her teammates and tries to flirt with jacob at the big memorial day weekend trip to duker's, and there's still a giant hole in the center of everything. adam goes to the combine and he's all over every hockey account she follows on instagram and she doesn't know what he thinks of any of it.

she goes to the draft with her family, just like they planned it months ago. they pose for a photo, her and her sister and their parents and all the fantillis, and on the surface everything looks just like always. but adam hugs molly just the same as he hugs rutger.

that's when rutger realizes: she doesn't just miss adam texting her and competing with her and being the only other person in the world operating at rutger's level of all-in all-the-time no-bad-days. also she misses adam kissing her and touching her and taking care of her.

rutger gamely smiles her way through the pre-draft festivities and the draft and the fantilli draft party. as everyone filters out to keep the party going on broadway afterwards, she remembers she left her phone upstairs and tells them she'll catch up.

the main room of the penthouse is empty. rutger spots her phone by the window where she left it. instead of snatching it up and clattering back down the stairs, she sinks down to sit on the exposed brick windowsill, looking out at the lights of nashville. the colors go blurry as her eyes fill with tears.

well, whatever. she's been a good party girl all week and she deserves a minute to get teary all by herself in the penthouse suite, curled up by the window in her bright party dress and cowboy boots. she looks out past the river to the stadium as the neon bar lights pulse and cycle below her, and quietly admits to herself that this trip would have been much better if she was adam's girlfriend.

what a time to get a crush on adam, huh? now that they're not even friends anymore.

after a few minutes she carefully blots the tears out from under her bottom lashes with the tip of her pinky finger. she tightens her ponytail. she's gotta pull herself together to go join the party. she can do this.

the door to the penthouse opens. it's adam. of course it's adam. he stops on the other side of the pool table, looking puzzled, when he spots rutger. "everything okay?"

rutger's face crumples at the sight of him. "why are you mad at me?" she wails, abandoning all dignity. so much for being cool.

"hey," adam says, soothingly. he crosses the room and sits on the windowsill next to rutger and very gently puts an arm around her.

all that does is make rutger cry harder. here’s adam, finally touching her, letting her wrap her arms around around him and cry against his draft jersey, and none of it means anything. "why is everything so fucked up?" rutger sobs into his jersey. the edge of the cannon patch on adam's shoulder digs into her cheek.

“i'm not mad at you.” adam says, once rutger slows to a sniffle. “i just need some space." rutger's shoulders start to quiver again. "to get over it," adam adds hastily.

rutger takes a shuddery breath and sits up straight. "what have you got to get over?" she points an accusing finger at adam. "you're the one who didn't want..."

adam scoots back, palms up. "well, yeah, once i figured out you didn't like me like that."

"how don't i like you?" it doesn't make any sense. she likes adam in all the ways, every way it's possible to like someone. she chokes out the words between big gasping dramatic sobs. "we could have been everything."

rutger furiously swipes tears off her cheek. she's failing so hard at being cool. good thing adam's going to sign with columbus and disappear again and maybe she can just fall in a hole and die. she glares at him.

adam looks confused. "is that what you want?" he takes her team-damped hand and laces their fingers together. "everything?"

"of course i do," rutger says, very small, trying to not start crying again.

"me too." adam takes her tearstained face between his hands and kisses her.

[akwolfgrl]

Part 14 LFT

Zoro stared at Sanji's glorious ass, he hadn't been expecting to see a plug filling Sanji where it should be his cock instead. He reached out and pulled on the plug causing Sanji to whine.

“Mm just look at you, were you that desperate to be filled you couldn't wait for me?” Zoro teased the man pushing the plug back in.

“Ngh, don't flatter yourself marimo I just felt like being nice. I can just get dressed and leave,”

“Is that so?” Zoro took the plug out, staring in awe at Sanji's twitching hole. Zoro popped the lid to the bottle of oil before slicking up his fingers. With the fluid, he was able to slip two of his fingers into Sanji with ease. He would need to be stretched more before Zoro could fuck him. Zoro stood up and got closer to the blond cook, he added a third finger focusing on stretching Sanji as he scissored his fingers deep within him.

“Hands on the railing, don't even think of removing them. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good boy?” Zoro whispered in Sanji's ear before sucking a mark on his pale flesh. He could feel the shudder that ran through his body as he nodded, taking his hands off his ass and placing them on the wood. “if you remove them I'll stop fucking you,” Zoro informed him removing his fingers his hands coming to rest on his strong hips.

“Bossy much?” Sanji huffed at him but spread his legs, leaning his chest forward, his plush ass pressing back and shifting his hands to a more comfortable position.

“You love it and you know it,” Zoro chuckled, he honestly didn't want someone who was blindly obedient that would be boring.

“Hmm I don't know I'm just standing here all empty waiting to be filled and if you don't hurry up I'll just take matters into my own hands,” The blonde shot back over his shoulder glaring at him.

Zoro grinned and shifted closer, he took one hand off of the cook's hip and used it to coat his cock in more of that oil, they should pick up some more when they get to the island, he guided his cock into Sanji waiting hole.

<>

Usopp came out of his makeshift workroom which was just the kitchen and the helm, the going merry was a small but wonderful ship. He had been working on something for the last few days, he thought it had been ready but well, it blew up in his face so it had been back to the drawing board. The room had smelled like cooking meat from the jerk for Luffy and soap after Sanji had scrubbed down the kitchen. Since Sanji had joined, it always smelled good. He hadn't known that food could taste so good, every meal had been wonderful. Ussop still couldn't believe that this was all happening, that it wasn't just an elaborate dream.

He heard the sound of moans and goans coming from above him, he knew Zoro was on watch tonight so he should be the only other one up at this time of night. What if the other man was hurt? There were no ships on the horizon so it couldn't be another person, what if it was a giant bird that attacked him! Ussop needed to be brave! He needed to make sure his nakama was safe, especially going into the grandline they would need all the man power they could get.

Ussop made his way up the crows nest with shaky limbs, his trusty slingshot tucked into his pocket. He could do this, it was hopefully nothing bad and it was just his imagination. He was the brave Captain Ussop. He faced down Captain Kuro and fought against the Arlong fishman he could save Zoro!

He finished the climb and poked his head over the edge of the crows nest. The full moon ilmutied the sight before him. Zoro and Sanji naked, Zoro stood behind Sanji one hand on the other man's hip and the other tangled in the blond hair pulling Sanji head to the side, his mouth against Sanji's ear.

Ussop couldn't hear what was being said over the Sanji's moans and whines, over the sound of slapping flesh as Zoro thrust into Sanji over and over again. He felt his face warm as he watched his friends having sex. Ussop had always considered himself straight, but watching this made him feel things. His own cock was hard in his overalls. He didn't know if he wanted to be in Sanji place or in Zoros. All he knew was that he wanted something. He was straight! He loved Kaya! Women were pretty so why was he into this? Sanji could maybe be considered pretty but Zoro wasn't pretty, he was handsome and rugged.

Ussop let go of the ladder with one hand and palmed his cock, it jumped at his touch. He was usually good for a quick wank once every three days when he washes, which was just yesterday!

“Ah! Z zoroo!” Sanji cried out. “I'm cuming!”

Ussop moaned softly before panicking. He removed his hand and hurried back down the ladder. His heart was pounding in his chest, his cheeks were hot and his cock still hard in his overalls. He ran to the bathroom, shutting the door. He leaned against it not wanting to be interrupted like what he had just done to Sanji and Zoro. Ussop unhooked his overalls and shoved his hand down his boxers stocking his dick to thoughts of his friends having sex.

[djsouled]

shouta and hizashi had always had a bit of a rocky relationship. or atleast, it was an area of his life that always did have a small voice, so small, in the back of his head telling him this was always once-sided. he'd been fine with it, though, relished in just being a part of his friend's company. out of all the people in the school that could've chosen to stick to shouta like velcro, it was him. sunshine incarnate and loudmouth yamada hizashi. by god he'd make the most of it, no matter how much his friend kept him at a distance after the accident.

in time after graduation they'd fall away, though, leaving hizashi feeling the spanning emptiness of the person-shaped hole that was once aizawa shouta in his life. in his schedule. it was a bit like grieving a loved one when that happened, having to reconstruct his life and routine from the ground up, but this time it'd be by himself. for himself.

and eventually in even more time, he'd learn to live with it all. he'd come to recognizing and embracing the love he'd already had around him from other people he'd come to call friends.

but life had been stressful, busy, non-stop, and breathtakingly busy. he supposes looking back onto why he's set the habit, it was a way of coping after having feeling like he lost not just one best friend, but two. not just one love, but two of them in the span of three years. hizashi tries to give himself slack for never quite moving past it, he and nemuri have had plenty of talks and encouraged each other in many trips to the bar together, for comfort in other facets of life. but nothing, no one ever quite settled in like those two had. like shouta had.

oboro was gone.

but eraserhead was still alive, he was active. he was successful and quite skilled at what he did, the work he subjected himself to. so hizashi really does want to pat himself on the back for that, for helping their shared friend in roping the man into this teaching gig once and for all. funnily enough, the subsequent events following after, though, when he realizes that he'd see shouta again every single day, was ... a giant cringefail fest, in the blond's eyes. all his fault, naturally. he still didn't really know when to turn it off, as they say.

and he really didn't like how nervous shouta still made him feel, even moreso now than he did back then. atleast back then, the silence was comfortable and often filled with grunts of effort through the other teen's vigorous and overdone training. now, this was ...

well. atleast they could agree on one thing now. atleast it's brought them here to this very moment, to their favorite hole-in-the-wall ramen shop. nestled in their favorite corner that's just out of earshot of the majority of the cafe, a place that had quickly become their frequented spot during the good old days. he feels a small smile tug at the edges of his lips before shouta's voice breaks him from chasing that rabbit ; he'd bring green gaze to meet with deep grey and that same old flutter in the pits of his stomach came back to say hi.

who'd have thought?

" sorry, 'got lost in my mind a bit there. " clears his throat. " it's really good to be back here, it's really good to just. well, to get the chance to fuck around and eat some ramen with you again. i, uh ... " clicks his tongue, taps two fingers in a nonrhythmic beat, " yeah. i've missed ya, buddy. and seriously, as yamada hizashi. "

@keshimasu.

[faramirsonofgondor]

Song Lyrics That Remind Me of Jamie

“But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn’t know how to be alive. I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die.”

- Brand New City, Mitski

“Do you like these little sonnets? Cause I wrote them just for you. But how quickly they turn sour, so be careful who you screw.”

- Not Allowed, TV Girl

“Just looking for a protector, god never reached out in time. This love that is a savior, but that ain’t no love of mine. My love, it kills me slowly. Slowly, I could die.”

-Silk, Wolf Alice

“I am unruly in the stands. I am a rock on top of the sand. I am a fist amidst the hands and I make a wreck out of my hand. I make a fist and not a plan and I’d break it just because I can.”

- Wrecking Ball, Mother Mother

“Oh, I’m no longer a kid, and everything has changed. There’s nothing in my heart, and lightning in my brain.”

-Kids, Current Joys

“And to know me as hardly golden, is to me all wrong.”

- The Funeral, Band Of Horses

“Will you let me, baby, lose on losing dogs? I know they’re losing and I pay for my place by the ring. Where I’ll be looking in they’re eyes when they’re down. I wanna feel it.”

- I Bet on Losing Dogs, Mitski

“I’ll find a new place to be from, a haunted house with a picket fence to float around and ghost my friends. No I’m not afraid to disappear. The billboard said ‘the end is near’”

- I Know The End, Phoebe Bridgers

“Hello black dog, it’s been a while. I know that face, I know those eyes. I changed my address and blocked you online, but you’ve found me in the dark and kept me from the light.”

-Hello Black Dog, Matt Maltese

“I’m going to escape, but you won’t know how, or where to find me when I’m gone.”

-Christmas Kids, Roar

“Mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight? I’m tired of this searching, would you let me let go? I can take a little bit more. Let’s shake this poet out of the beast.”

- Bag of Bones, Mitski

“Fear puts a spell on us, always second-guessing love. My hunger burns a bullet hole, the spectre of my mortal soul. The only truth that I can see, Spectre has come for me.”

- Spectre, Radiohead

“Baby’s not made of china, baby’s just sad. Tears should fall if they have to, maybe they had.”

-Baby Ain’t Made of China, Wolf Alice

“I faked it every time but that’s alright. I can hardly feel anything, I hardly feel anything at all.”

- Motion Sickness, Phoebe Bridgers

“Real men don’t flinch or bleed in public. Oh, I think I’m a real man. Little boys cry and look around for comfort.”

- Real Men, Mitski

“I can’t help but repeat myself, ‘I know it’s not your fault.’ Still, lately I begin to shake for no reason at all.”

- I Can’t Handle Change, Roar

“Feels like we had matching wounds, but mine’s still black and bruised, and yours is perfectly fine. Feels like we buried alive something that never died. So, god, it hurt when I found out you love her, it’s over.”

- The Exit, Conan Gray

“I have a tricky love affair, you know, with the place where I grew up. But it knows I’ll never leave, ya know, I never left it much.”

-Giant Peach, Wolf Alice

“You were happy to have me, but I never gave me away.”

“I would give my heart, I think, but it’s up in a branch of a tree. It was only to tease when he climbed up the tree, put my heart where I couldn’t reach. I didn’t mind I adored him so we forgot and we left for home.”

- Circle, Mitski

“Well, I’d like to think I’m the mess you’d wear with pride.”

- I Go To the Barn Because I Like The, Band Of Horses

“I wear women’s underwear and then I go to strike a pose in my full length mirror. I cross my legs just like a queer, but libido is high when a lady is near.”

- Verbatim, Mother Mother

“My life has been empty, my life has been untrue. And does she really know me, at last? And are you just like me? Dead eyes, dead eyes, are you just like me?”

-By Starlight, The Smashing Pumpkins

“Cause nothing heals misery’s fist. No witches’ pill, no lover’s kiss. If life is easy, then what is this? If I’m gonna sit and wait then I might as well ask for the hand of the Devil himself.”

- Soapy Water, Wolf Alice

“Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? Remember how she said that we would meet again, some sunny day? Vera, Vera, what has become of you? Does anybody else in here feel the way I do?”

- Vera, Pink Floyd

“I’m not who I am to anyone these days, no not me at all.”

- Good Looking, Suki Waterhouse

“Feels like I’m falling, dreams slowly stalling. Extravagance disguised as elegance is boring. I don’t belong here, though it really is quite fun here. ‘Hey, is mum there? It’s just me, I felt like calling.’”

- Delicious Things, Wolf Alice

“There’s really no way of winning, if in their eyes, you’ll always be a dumb blond”

- Blue Hair, TV Girl

“I ain’t afraid though my steps appear tentative. I scope it out then I throw myself into it. I ain’t ashamed of the fact that I’m sensitive, I believe that is the perfect adjective. I wear my feelings on my sleeve, I suggested it. It serves me better than to swallow in a sedative. I am what I am and I’m good at it. And you don’t like me, well that isn’t fucking relevant.”

- Smile, Wolf Alice

“You’ve got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger’s mine.”

- COPYCAT, Billie Eilish

“I’d try to tell you what I think and play it off like it’s a joke.”

- Alien Blues, Vundabar

“I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.”

- The Trial, Pink Floyd

“Well, I hedge my bets on wealth, cause it’s lies after lies after lies. But do you even fool yourself? And then a light shines on you. And when your friends are talking, you hardly hear a word.”

The Last Man On Earth, Wolf Alice

“She loves me like a dog and when we mess around I’ll let her know the truth I found in my own hopeless hate. And every time I wake, I second guess the game I played. Did I make a mistake?”

- Sarah, Alex G

“Take my heart, pull it apart and take my brain, or what remains, and throw it all away cause I’ve grown tired of this body, a cumbersome and heavy body.”

- Body, Mother Mother

“There must be some mistake, I didn’t mean to let them take away my soul. Am I too old, is it too late? Where has the feeling gone? Will I remember the songs? The show must go on.”

- The Show Must Go On, Pink Floyd

“Can’t shake the feeling, that I’m just bad at healing.”

- Getting Older, Billie Eilish

Let me know if you think I should make more of these!

[facultativeactivity]

The Light and the Shadow

Once upon a time, somewhere in a world covered in complete darkness, a light was born. The first Light to ever exist, it looked around in the dark and empty realm around itself, but reality had nothing that could be seen. Eager to share its existence with something like itself, the Light expanded, filling the void. First it drawn shapes, then filled them with color until the world came to life around them.

First the earth took shape, then water erupted from the cracks. Where the earth and water met, life started to grow quickly. First moss, then grass, bushes and eventually giant trees spurted, drinking up the Light itself, but it didn���t mind, it wasn’t like it had to worry about running out of itself. Far above the ground the sky stretched, sheltering the Light’s creating from the cold and dark beyond its illumination.

The Light took a moment to pleasure in the beauty, but it quickly realized it wasn’t what it wanted. It was still alone, with no one to share this wonder with.

But before the Light could sink into its eternal loneliness until it extinguished, it saw something moving. It wasn’t the sluggish movement of mater and plants and animals and humans that could be barely counted as such – it was moving with Light’s own speed, quick enough to trick and confuse even Time itself.

Light peeked behind the tree where the movement was coming from with wonder.

“Who are you?” it asked.

“None of your business,” answered the world’s first Shadow.

The Light looked at it with confusion.

“You are still dark and cold, and kind of formless, even though I gave shape and color to everything. Wait, let me help you.”

“Keep it to yourself!” Shadow scoffed, skipping behind a nearby rock.

“How are you so quick?” Light asked with even more confusion, but also filled with amazement. “I’m supposed to be faster than everything, even Time!”

“You think you’re fast?” Shadow laughed. “Go as fast as you want, as far as you want, you will find that we are there already, waiting since eternity.”

“You? There are more like you?” Light asked with excitement, following the Shadow. But whenever the Light got close, the Shadow vanished, showing up under a bush, in a hole, behind a tree.

“There wasn’t. I used to be part of the great Darkness before you showed up. I was everywhere and I was everything, and it was only me, always.”

“That’s great! I used to think I was alone too, but now we have each other.”

The Shadow slipped away again.

“Why would I want anything from you? I used to be a whole, infinite, existence itself. Then you cut this pathetic shard of me off, trapping it in your ‘world’ and now this is everything I am! Hiding under bushes, mimicking the shape of rocks.”

“Then let me touch you! I could give you your own shape and color. Then you don’t have to hide and mimic others anymore.”

“What use do I have of your ‘colors’? I’m already black, which is all the colors and none of them in once. In my shapelessness I bear all the shapes that could ever be and those that could never exist. You have nothing to offer me except my freedom. Release me, let me be whole again.”

“I don’t know how,” the Light admitted. “I’ve created this world, but I don’t know who to leave it. If I go beyond its borders, I will just fill more of the void, expanding it further. I don’t know how to release you.”

“Then I’ll wait,” the Shadow said. “Wait until you extinguish and this world fades away so I can join the Darkness outside and be whole again. It shouldn’t take too long.”

“While you wait, tell me then how I could make my world more welcoming to you,” the Light said excitedly. It felt guilty for unwittingly trapping the Shadow but also couldn’t help feeling happy over having some company. “I can make it bigger. I can draw new shapes, fill them with new colors. Whatever you want.”

“With everything you create, you take up more space from the Darkness that rightfully rules over this reality. If you really want to help me, withdraw to the center of your world, let the forests die and the oceans to froze, so this world ends faster, and I’ll have to wait less for my freedom.”

“At least could we talk sometimes?” the Light pleaded.

“What could I talk to you about? I was ancient eons before you came to be. Your whole world is just a tiny spark to the infinity of my true body. You’re less to me than a rouge cell to a creature, a fissured atom to a planet. We have nothing to give each other.”

“Then why are you so afraid of me?” Light asked desperately, reaching out to the Shadow one more time. But it slipped away, into a tiny crack in the ground, and went so deep under the Earth that even the Light couldn’t reach it.

Saddened by the Shadow’s rejection, the Light hid behind the horizon. Only then the Shadow came out again. Keeping an eye on the western horizon where the Light vanished, it started to expand, covering more and more of the Earth. If it could reach the skies and join the Darkness beyond, it could be free and whole again…

What the Shadow didn’t realize was that while it wasn’t watching, the Light quickly ran around the Earth, and grabbed the Shadow from behind.

“You were right,” Light said smugly. “Wherever I go, you’re there, waiting for me. But you should also learn that wherever you are, you should expect me to show up.”

The Shadow first stared at the Light holding it with fright, then it smiled sadly.

“Very well. You caught me. Maybe you’re not as insignificant as I first thought. What do you want from me then?”

“I’m not sure,” the Light admitted. “I was so happy that I wasn’t alone in this world anymore. Everything else is so slow compared to me, it’s like living trapped in a frozen picture. So, I thought you’d be feeling the same, that we could keep each other company.

“But you’re right, we’re actually very different. Maybe I was acting stupid, but if we have to live here until I die, I wanted to show you that even if we aren’t the same, I can be your equal.”

The Shadow looked at the Light, something not many could do for long.

“Well, we’re here now either way,” it said. “It would be a shame to waste our time avoiding each other. How about we’re doing this instead?”

The Shadow kissed the surprised Light, then pulled it to the ground.

A bit later the Light looked up at it.

“What happened?” it asked. “A moment ago, you acted like you were hating me. You didn’t change your mind just because I caught you, did you?”

“You were right. I was afraid of you.”

“But why?”

“As the Darkness, I was ruling over everything alone for so long, but as a Shadow in your world, I realized immediately how fragile I was. It would take only a touch from you to destroy me, that’s why I had to keep myself away from you.”

Horrified, the Light looked where their skins touched. It saw the Shadow slowly turning int golden and orange streaks of light, shrinking and fading away.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“At first, I didn’t trust you. How could I? I only ever known myself. Then, after you caught me, it was already too late. I didn’t want to waste the little time we have left on you regretting and trying to fix what wasn’t your fault. I thought it might be better spent on getting to know someone else once.”

“There must be something we can do. The Darkness…”

“I don’t want to go back being them anymore. After you touched me, I realized something else too. I was so desperate to rejoin the Darkness, but all that time, it didn’t care. I’m just a tiny fragment to it. So, we can’t be the same, right? I must be something new, something you created. And I’d rather keep being myself, for the little time I have left.”

“Please, don’t go!” the Light pleaded, grabbing the Shadow, but it just made it shrink faster.

“It was nice to meet you,” the Shadow smiled before fading away completely.

The Light cried out loudly and expanded itself. It cut deep into the flesh of the great Darkness beyond, making its world much bigger than before. Mountains rose from the vast land, and from under and behind them, new shadows creeped out.

“What did you do?” they hissed, scared.

“Help me!” the Light demanded. “I mean help Shadow! Help me bring it back!”

“We saw what you did,” the choir of shadows accused. “You trapped our sibling then killed it. Now, you trapped us too, separated from the great Darkness, and you will kill us too, one by one.”

“No! There must be something you can do!”

“For Shadow, or for you?” one of the voices asked.

“You…” the Light stared at one of the shadows, one so similar to the one it known.

The Shadow giggled.

“We’re shadows, silly,” it said. “Made of Light, but staying always dark, having no shape, but coming in all shapes. We’re all unique and we’re all the same. Your Shadow is gone forever, never to be replaced, but also lives forever as long as there is Light and Dark.”

“I’m sorry,” the Light said, fading a bit. “I shouldn’t have created you to replace the one I’ve lost. Now you’re all trapped here, and I have nothing to offer you. Maybe if I try, I can extinguish myself, ending this world and you can be all free.”

“So, you give us our own existence, just to take it away immediately?” a shadow objected. “I like being myself!”

“No! Let them do it! I want to go back to the Darkness!”

The choir broke into a cacophony of disagreeing voices and soon everyone demanded something else.

“I have a solution,” Shadow said. “You live out the rest of your days, as you’re supposed to, giving a chance to all shadows to experience the existence in your world. When the day when you’d extinguish crawls close, each can make their choice, either being touched by you and end their existence as their separate self or wait until the world fades and join the great Darkness beyond again.” Shadow turned to the arguing shadows. “Is that okay with all of you?”

“How can we trust them?” a shadow pointed accusingly at the Light.

“Yes, what if it grows ‘lonely’ again, and can’t keep away from us, killing us with their touch?”

“Or what if it drowns in its misery, extinguishing before the time comes? How we have a choice then?”

“I will keep the Light company,” Shadow announced.

“If you do, you’ll die like our sibling did!” the shadows objected.

“No. We will play a game,” it turned to the Light. “It will be a game of tag and you’ll give me twelve hours advantage. No cheating this time, we’ll both run from the east to the west. I’ll play with you as long as you want, and never let you grow bored or lonely. In exchange, if you see my siblings hiding from you behind rocks and trees, you leave them alone. I’m the only Shadow you’re allowed to chase.”

“And what if I catch you?” the Light asked.

“Don’t worry,” the Shadow smiled impudently. “You won’t. You’re it!”

With a laugh, Shadow ran to the west.

Ko-Fi

[snowywolf1005]

TRIGUN THE $$60,000,000,000.00 MAN

VASH X PLANT READER

Vash and y/n are at the bar. Drinking wine.

"Vash the stampede and y/n the stampede?" y/n glanced to side a bit. Vash wasn't, but he drank more quietly.

"That right, they the people with 60 billion double dollars over their head, and the girl, he always walked around with her, I heard they hit a town." "What happened?" "Heh, the whole town got zapped mountains of corpses all over..."

The other guys whistle. "These guys sound crazy, but that girl, he doesn't seem to be the type that needs a partner. Is she a hostages or something?"

"They're more than crazy! It best we don't mess with them, messing with vash or y/n, I mean, there's a reason why vash doesn't get caught, and I heard y/n just a crazy, messing with them is like dancing with dead, they leave a trail of destruction wherever they go! Women! Children! they don't care! They kill them all! They call them the humanoid typhoon"

"uhagh!?" The bartender that went outside began to scream and dashed off. vash put his face on the table, closing his eyes.

"Not this again! I thought we would at least have a break. " vash sighed.

The other guys who were talking about vash and y/n. Pulled out their guns, but that wouldn't help the fact that the entire top place of place was cut off.

Y/n looked up at the sigh up in the air. "You lucky son of a bitch" y/n said to vash, he smiled that cheeky grin.

Y/n hear gunshot sounding out, filling holes into everything that was left, the table, chairs, everything, except for the metal sign full of dent .

Vash put his drink on the table along with the sign. The metal thing, it kinda looked like a boomerangs that cut the building came back being caught by a giant and large man with a metal arm.

"Hehh, I finally found you," he snickered

Y/n glanced to the side, as vash reached for his gun.

"Vash," y/n said as he aimed his gun.

TIMESKIP~~~~~~

"Where is he? Where the hell did they go?! I don't care if you dig up a hole the whole area I want you to I don'-"

"Come on, boss, don't believe that little cowered couldn't be them, I don't see any point sticking around this place let just move o-"

The lager man grabs guy heads. "So you think you're big enough to give me order now, you little weasel, huh you saw them what they're wearing, you know that them, find them no matter what or I'll break your neck"

"Yes, boss,"

They split off. Vash raised his hands up and grabbed the old man leg, pulling himself out of the sand.

"Ahhh! I thought I was going to die and suffocate a minute there," he exclaimed. "Ah!! It vash-" y/n cut the guy off by punching him in the face, while vash searched the body.

"I warned you!" Y/n sighed, ruffling her h/c hair. He chulked. "Heh heh, well, thanks again," y/n punch him in the head. "I told you to check!"

FLASH BACK

Vash pointed his gun at them, clicking the Tigger... nothing.

"No, bullet idiot!"

The other guys grinned widely while vash gasped at the empty socket for the bullet. Then they began shooting at them. Y/n grab vash and start running.

Back to present~~~~~~~

"That was pretty close one. I'm glad you are here to help me," he said, patting y/n hair. She pouted him.

"I found them! ove-" vash threw a gun at his head, but more people started shooting at them, y/n grabbed vash and ran off. "Sometimes I hate you so much." y/n cried, running off with him.

They stopped at a rock over top, catching their breath. "I'm getting hungry," he panted, "please stop talking about food." y/n panted, vash looked behind them.

"Man, there is persistent." Y/n grinned "well you and I always, " the man ran to vash and y/n hiding places.

"HAHA!!!!!!! I'M LIKE A SITTING DUCK OVER HER!!! I'M DEFENSELESS!!!!" He yelled

The man began shooting the rock. Vash guided his arm, making a cartoon of himself. Make y/n laugh. Y/n was top of the rock, and vash was hiding.

"Now stands really still. You wouldn't want this gun to go off, would you?" Vash said, pointed his gun on the guy.

"I found him, he right over here, boss!" He yelled, make y/n want to punch him in the face.

"Would you mind lowering your voice like a good boy?"

"Forget it."

"You don't like pain, do you?"

"I'm used to it"

"Well, I feel sorry for your wife and kids. You'll make them cry"

"Ain't got no kids, and most women find me pretty offensive, so I'm single"

"Sounds like a lonely life"

"I'm telling you, you and girlfriend have to die. They sure make us all happy if you do, " he said, pointed his gun

"Sorry, we don't do requests! Get down!" The rock was cut by the blade. Cause the guy to get injured.

Later

Vash was teid up. Y/n was above the rock to vash. The men were cheering, and then two women came.

They came the tall girl hide behind the blue girl. And gave them some food. Then y/n used her hock to pick up Vash, behind the rope.

While lager man, and two girls, the beer guy. Then there was a fight, y/n and vash run away with police girl.

"Mmm, these are really good," he said, smiled.

"Huh? When do you guys get here? " merly ask

"Thanks a lot. we were getting hungry, I'll pay you back till the fight was over, and what brings you here," said y/n

"We came here for official business.". "That right there over 300 incidents about vash the stampede and y/n the stampede"

After vash and merly fighting. She gave them a ten dollar.

Timeskip

(Sorry, there is too much)

Y/n helps the girls by using her blade to set them free from the rope. While vash fights, the two men and y/n join in. Then the city was destroyed.

THE END

[astralartefact]

A magical life in a magical school that nudges you to marry young, but hey, at least this one is LGBTQIA+ friendly! (It's a NieR Reincarnation Reference)

Happy Birthday, Drakengard 3! My favorite game about love and friendship!

Cheers on 8 years of not getting referenced in any related media apart from absurdly obscure references! But to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way <3

Why do I keep making my drawings bigger... but, hey this time I even rendered it a little bit... (at least I can improve on one thing in particular until their 10th anniversary, I guess...)

Anyways, let me explain the references, if you want to search for them on your own all of the disciples and angels are referenced in the picture, but you probably can't even read half of them because no matter how big I make my files I always end up pixel art-ing the details... (I don't know what I'm doing wrong and at this point I'm too afraid to ask) At first the concept was drawing them as the original DoD3(/4) premise where the game was called DoD4 and they were school girls with dragon phones that had to figure out what happened with DoD3 (Still mad we're never going to get that... That's such a good idea...) But then I thought what if NieR Reincarnation magic school so I did that instead! (Btw, fuck JKR, we have our own now and it has a lesbian)

I imagined they weren't actually sisters in this AU (at least not all of them, Zero, One and Brother One are siblings) and ended up as a weird friend group... But I will explain my thoughts along the way

Let's start with my favorite, Three Drakengard 3

I didn't want to draw her as sleeping again, because "Three is the sleepy one" is tired (please laugh) and her being passionate about her creations is what made me fall in love with her, so instead I made her excitedly present a weirdly specific bug book to Four, because for some reason this Four is always sitting around invested in an encyclopedia about bugs...

The books are references to the not-dragon angels, while the dragon angels are their pencil cases. (Three's is Dick Dragon Ezrael) I thought Octa would be a Professor at the school that looks out for Three because she doesn't have friends (The note on her notebook reads "You forgot this in my office -Octa")

Since most of the book covers are tilted/partially covered here they are in normal

(Abdiel is One's Golem, Galgaliel is Five's undead minions and Armisael are Three's doll babies)

Anyways on to my favorite intoner, Four Drakengard 3 (slight NSFW warning lol)

I thought it would be funny and in-character if Four took a random book to hide her phone (it's funny because it's medieval but she has a phone) to look at... pictures (because she's secretly just as perverted as five), but then somebody (three) approached her because she wants to talk about their shared interest and Four has to go with it or somebody would find out she's looking at... pictures (I later changed where she was looking for a reason I will explain later)

Symmachia is a random kind of butterfly (I noticed that if I called it "Armaros Butterfly" it wouldn't fit the placement of the page in the book...)

On her phone is a picture of Decadus (@ DecaDentalwork) sucking Dito (@ DeezToes)'s Toes. Because I thought it would be funny. (I know, I'm hilarious.) (I colored them their intoner's colors so you could tell better (didn't work) but maybe this Decadus is an Orc, who knows)

On to my favorite intoner, Five

(She's supposed to be sucking(?) on the joint of her finger, not her fingertip, but angles are hard)

Problematic Bisexual Five is drawing... loving depictions of One and Zero in Four's notebook. (It resembles the art from Saryu's Story in Reincarnation)

According to the DLC notes she's also secretly deep and philosophical so I gave her intelectual books like Crime & Punishment and Brave New World (I won't explain this part of the reference, but I'm also the only one who will get it) (One day I will be daring enough to explain it... but that time won't be now)

She doesn't have a dragon, but she has Phanuel who's holding the legendary meat of legend. I also gave Four's Zophiel a slight color redesign to make Zophi distinct from Gabriella.

On to Two

I have been informed that I also have to refer to Two as my favorite now... but I can't tell you why yet (If you know you know) (Which is also the reason why I won't explain half of these references)

Her pencil case is Raphael (but cute), she doodled an Egregori and she loooooves Cent. They don't have a good ship name (she's furious and is thinking about changing her name just because of this)

Anyways, on to my favorite intoners, One and Zero and everyone's good boy Mikhail is there as well!

There was no reason to keep Zero's flower, but I thought it would be cool to reference it by giving her an artificial eye. (She's trying to pretend that the one that functions and the other one are switched, but One is too smart and remembers) (okay, the real reason is that I wanted there to be a chain of people looking at each other so no matter at who you start you are then lead to another person next (two is pointing instead)) (and then I thought "But if Zero has a flower eye/eye patch you can't see where she's looking" so how about an artificial eye) (but how would you even know that it's artificial without making it look weird) (and then I thought it would be funny if Zero did something to upset One while looking really innocent in the picture) (and that's how we ended up here)

Her notes convo with One: One: Zero, I know this is your working eye, stop copying my homework Zero: Fuck, it worked with Four - But I heard you're marrying our brother? One: of course not, who told you that Zero: F- (The marrying thing is a reference to Saryu's story in Reincarnation (which is the Magic School Story) (Also the brother is Brother One))

The Angelic Script should be decipherable (they write with it in Saryu's Story so I thought their homework should be written with it too) but I won't make you do it:

One: This is how I conclude that the masked bean man known as Yoko Taro cannot be trusted

Zero: lol One you think way too much about this shit dont you know that he said once that he just liked girls

Anyways, moving on to...

Our favorite canonically trans dragon Gabriella <3 Her design is based on One's DLC story book!

In the book behind her are a mysterious individual and Accord is there as well.

Anyway that should be all... This took me way too long... But for my favorite game of all time, that's fine... I hope you like it!

also fuck hands

[muddyorbsblr]

a heart like yours part 6: a search for honesty

Masterlist

Summary: The curse is broken, but you're alone. So…who woke you? You try to find out.

Pairing: Loki x Reader; Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: mild angst, idiots in love [let me know if i missed anything!]

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was that you were alone. And then you felt the sensors on your temples and you made quick work of taking them off of you. 

"FRIDAY?" you said into the empty room.

"Yes, Agent Y/L/N? And might I say I am glad to see you awake."

"What day is it? And time?"

"It's 5:37 in the morning, and it is currently Tuesday, the 27th."

"How did I get here?"

"You were brought in here via the Quinjet approximately 22 hours ago, along with the Sin Healer who is currently situated in one of our magic dampened holding cells. Shall I inform Doctor Banner that you are awake?"

"I uhh—sure, FRIDAY. But just Banner for now. I don't have it in me to face the rest of them yet. Thanks." 

"Very well, Agent Y/L/N. I shall also inform Doctor Banner of your request for privacy. He should be here to meet you in a few moments. Welcome back." 

While waiting for Bruce, you looked around the room, trying desperately to find some clue left behind by the one who woke you and found nothing. You clutched the blanket draped over you, wincing in confusion as you felt the silken material. Now I know even Stark wouldn't shell out the budget for silk blankets in the fucking medical wing. "FRIDAY, turn the lights on at 30%, will you? Thanks." 

When the room was softly illuminated enough for you to see, your eyes teared up at the sight of the emerald green silk you'd more than once been wrapped in when you fell asleep in the common areas of the Tower. Loki's cape. 

"He said you were cold to the touch," Bruce said from the door. You hadn't even noticed he already arrived. "Of course you were next to dead so that was expected." He walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. "It's good to see you awake, Y/N." 

"It's good to be awake." You offered the scientist a small smile. "You have any idea who woke me?" 

"I have my ideas but I'll keep it to myself." You threw him a look in disbelief. "Look if it is who I think it is, then they should tell you in person." 

"You don't think it's Steve, either, do you?" 

"Nah. The man tried so many times today and got nothing. Things in here got so heated we almost had a Steve-shaped hole in the glass there." He pointed at the glass wall to your right. "Laufeyson almost went full frost giant on his--"

"Hold on. Loki? He was going blue?" Impossible. He couldn't have. Not over this.

"Oh yeah. Kept going on about how you were lost to them and it was all Steve's fault because he didn't love you enough to break your curse. Really felt sorry for the guy, you know? He carried you in here from the Quinjet and when we found him he was on his knees, Y/N. He kept telling you that things were gonna be fine, Steve would wake you, things would go back to how they were. So you can imagine the hinges on him coming loose when you didn't wake up."

"Bruce that doesn't make any sense." 

"The guy was mourning you, Y/N. We all were. None of us were making sense," Bruce reasoned. Though something in you felt as if he was keeping something from you. "He'll be fucking insane once he finds out you're awake. He might not ever leave your side again. You wanna call him down here?" Okay that really made no sense. Sure he was always a tad protective with you when you were out on missions together, but that level of attachment? That implied something else.  Something you didn't want to even consider with how absolutely batshit the notion was to you.

"No not yet. Someone I gotta talk to first." You took a breath. "FRIDAY? Could you call Steve. Just Steve. And tell him to meet Dr Banner down here, please? Don't tell him I'm awake." 

Bruce turned to you with a confused look. 

"I need to see something," you explained. "That's all." 

"Just make sure you  know what you're doing, Y/N."

You gave him as much of a reassuring smile as you could. "All I'm doing right now is trying to find out who woke me. And maybe putting my life into order. That's all." 

The second Steve walked in to the room you knew. It was written all over his face: the shock, the disbelief, and then ultimately the relief. "Cou--Y/N." His backpedaling on the awful nickname took you aback. "Baby, you're awake." He strode over to you and wrapped you in his arms.

"So you finally listened about that horrendous name," you teased. "Who knew all it took was getting cursed and facing nearly certain death?" 

"Sweetheart it's too early to make jokes about that," he nearly scolded you. "I couldn't sleep. I looked all over my apartment and all I could see was you. Y/N I'm so sorry." 

"I'm sorry, too," you answered. "Steve. Baby we should talk." 

He pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. "It's over, isn't it?" 

You grimaced in response. "Yeah, it's over. When you realize that your love isn't enough to break a curse that literally only requires that whole-hearted kind of love, it really puts things into perspective, you know?" It was his turn to wince at your words now. "Look, I think when we started this whole thing, a part of me always knew that I wasn't going to be…the woman you loved. I think when we got together, we just didn't…we didn't want to be alone." 

"Y/N you need to know that I did love you--"

"I know. And I loved you. And I will always love you, just…I suppose this is my shitty way of saying that I'm pretty sure that if the roles were reversed? If you were the one that got cursed? I wouldn't be able to break it, either. You love Peggy, you're always gonna love Peggy more than anyone. And you deserve to be with someone that you can love more than you loved her; that woman isn't me. As for me? You're not that guy for me, either." 

A sad smile crossed his face.  "Laufeyson?" You nodded. 

"Stupid pathetic little mortal, right?" you joked, motioning to yourself. 

"I wouldn't be too sure, Y/N. He had his moments ever since he found you that had me thinking maybe he could break your curse." 

"Hold on. Say that again? Loki found me?" 

He nodded. "Yeah. I walked into the cottage once you reached out to us on comms and he was already there, on his knees, holding you in his arms. Didn't let you go once in the eight hours we flew from Sorsogon back here. Refused to." 

You shook your head at him. "Steve that's impossible." 

"Look I'm just telling you what I saw. And what I saw was a guy on his last shred of sanity, pushing me into a glass wall and blaming me for your death going 'She's gone I'll never see her again'." 

You  kept shaking your head at him. "Look, can we change subject here? It's--I can't wrap my head around it. At least not on a stomach that's been empty for over 24 hours." 

"Crap. Okay we could tell the rest of the team and then we can get breakfast, okay?"

He stood up and looked like he was about to start knocking down doors at this ungodly hour, but you grabbed hold of his arm to stop him. "Actually…could you call in a meeting? Don't tell them what it's about, I don't care what you tell them just don't mention that I'm awake." 

"Why Agent Y/L/N, are you scheming?" The tone in his voice told you he was definitely on board with whatever you had in mind. "Before I do, what exactly are you trying to achieve?" 

"I wanna know who woke me. And people's reactions when they're in shock usually give them away. Assuming, of course, that their poker face is as shitty as yours." 

He broke out into a laugh and pulled you into another embrace. It would take time, but this moment told you everything you needed to know. You two would be just fine moving forward. "It's good to have you back, Y/N." 

"Cap, why the hell did you wake us all up at this hour of the day?" Stark fumed at the captain. "Some of us have only started to sleep. I had to keep lulling my daughter back to sleep because she kept on waking up in tears and shouting that Auntie Y/N was gone forever." 

"And some of us haven't even slept yet," Natasha grumbled, pointing a finger between her and Wanda. "We lost our best friend." Then she threw a look at Loki. "Some of us lost more than that." 

The captain then threw a look his way, making him exasperated. "Look, Captain Rogers, I apologize for throwing you into that wall, but I do not apologize for my words. As of this moment, Y/N remains unconscious and--"

His words were cut off by the sound of the door opening and your voice floating in. "Morning." When his gaze landed on you, the relief that washed over him nearly compelled him to walk over to you, pull you into his arms and hold on to you for the rest of his days. 

The opportunity was lost when your friends pulled you into their arms, weeping and peppering your temples and cheeks with kisses. He watched as you pulled away from them and took a good thorough look at what they'd become since you fell victim to the curse. "You two look like shit." They shrugged at you. "It wasn't either of you, was it? Neither of you even tried kissing me and seeing what would happen?" 

"Oh no I tried," Wanda answered you. "I tried real hard. With tongue, too."

That caused you to burst out into a fit of laughter that nearly made his heart ache with elation. He'd laid in bed just a few hours earlier grieving you, believing that he'd never hear that laugh again, and now here you were smiling at laughing at your friends' absurdities. 

"Wan, I wasn't ready!" you said through your giggles. 

"I know, but I couldn't resist. And also I'm a bit drunk. Natasha broke out the good stuff from Tony's staaaaa--I mean she brought out the good vodka." A sheepish look appeared on her face as Stark began to glare at her and the Russian spy. 

"But honestly though, doll face, how are you even awake? I thought this punk over here tried and failed." Barnes pointed at your lover and looked at you, confused. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're alive, but I'm also…shocked? Confused? If it wasn't Steve…who?" 

"That's what I wanna know, too, Bucky," you answered him, looking around the room and looking everyone in the eyes. "Any of you wanna admit you've been secretly in love with me all this time? Speak now or forever hold your peace and all that." When your eyes met his, he could nearly hear his pulse in his ears as he tried to keep his expression stoic. He couldn't bear it if you were to figure out that it was him, and he would have to see the horror and rejection set in to your gaze. That would end him where he stood.

"How positive are you that it wasn't a last ditch attempt by Capsicle over there that finally took?" Stark asked you. 

You looked at Stark, and then at Rogers, with eyes that looked almost regretful. "I knew that Steve would attempt. I mean, he was my boyfriend and--"

"Was??" Natasha and Wanda shrieked. 

"Yeah…we uhh…it's over. We ended things before he called you all down here." The sad nostalgic eyes stayed as you kept on. "When you realize that your love isn't the ancient curse-breaking type of love, it kinda makes you realize that it's not the right love, you know?" 

There was such silence for a good few moments before Thor spoke up. "Well then, this is a cause for celebration. Y/N is alive and well, the Sin Healer has been apprehended, and we no longer have to hear our friend being compared to a cushioned sitting ornament for the rest of all time." Everyone chuckled at his words, even Loki. "Shall we eat? I'm famished!" 

"Says the god munching on a pop tart to the woman who's gone without food for nearly 40 hours," you shot back at him, the comical timing of your stomach grumbling making everyone double over in laughter. 

Everyone filed out one by one, taking their time to embrace you or ruffle your hair, essentially show you a form of affection. When Stark got to you, he suggested that you be the one to wake up his daughter, that she would be over the moon if she woke up and you were already there, ready to bring her along to breakfast. When your former lover got to you, he held you in an almost somber embrace and you briefly discussed something about retrieving one another's belongings from your apartments.

By the time it had only been him left, you gave him a soft smile before turning toward the door. "Y/N," he called out, stopping you from moving an inch. When he made his way to you, there was his best attempt at a playful grin on his face. "Do I not get an embrace?" 

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. The same ones he'd kissed possibly just moments before you awoke. Could it be? Could he have--?

Quite possibly. 

"I know you're not one for…sentiment. Or affection, so I figured I'd spare you the--" He cut off your words by pulling you into his arms in a tight embrace, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. 

"Today is an exception, darling," he whispered into your hair. "You've no idea how glad I am that you're alive." He resisted the urge to press a kiss to your temple, your cheeks, any place his lips could touch, really. He didn't want to risk you recoiling from him. 

"You don't happen to know who woke me, do you?" 

I did, he wanted to tell you. Instead he did what those around you thought he did best. He lied. "Sorry, darling, I don't. I would assume you'd wish to thank them. I wish I could be of more assistance." 

"That's alright. If the curiosity consumes me, I can always ask FRIDAY," you said casually as you pulled away from him. He did everything in his power to not show the panic setting in. "I mean, I set up the security system there myself, so really if I wanted to know so desperately, which at the moment I don't I'm still just glad to be awake again, all I have to do is ask." 

If Loki's blood could go cold, it would have. 

A/N: Everybody let's give it up for the end of an era. We never have to see that nickname again lol.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

ok since the requests are closing soon I'm gonna send some more hope you don't mind 👉👈

Let's after they all get out the warp hole Captain keeps having nightmares about all the times they and Mark died and can't sleep so they just stare out the window whole time and one time Mark catches them and fluff happens (if it's a problem you can switch the roles, I'm not sure if it counts into Won't write criteria or not) - List Anon

Ooo imma reverse the roles bc I'm now thinking about Mark's "I can't remember the last time I slept" line and the angst potential there 👀

...........

“Do you recognize us?”

“..n-no..I don’t..”

“Do you recognize the bodies in the wormhole?”

“I don’t recognize the bodies in the wormhole. I don't recognize the bodies in the wormhole...I-I....I don’t-”

"So you don't recognize me, Mark?"

Opening his eyes, Mark felt every muscle in his body tense up, gripped with unimaginable fear as one of the frozen corpses appeared in front of him. The glow from the wormhole illuminated them enough to be recognizable as...

You.

"C-Captain..."

"The multiverse has been littered with the corpses of your failures." You rasped, palms pressed against the brittle glass window, glowing white eyes staring down at him. "You killed everyone. Myself...my crew...even your OWN self....across dozens of timelines...again and again and again! How does that make you feel?"

"..l-like a failure.." With a gasp, his knees gave out as he collapsed, holding a hand up to match yours. "I'm sorry." He sobbed, looking to the ground in shame. Tears splattered onto his pants.

What had he done? He never meant for any of this to happen.

All those mistakes, all those timelines, all those people....

They all suffered because of him.

Somewhere in the distance, he can hear echoes of screams. And for a moment he panicked and looked behind him, thinking it was the crew in danger.

But there was nobody.

As he listened closely he realized..

They were his own screams....from all those times he died after jumping into the wormhole in a fruitless attempt to find the right door. A key to solving the warp core crisis that threatened the universe.

Yet all those doors only led him to his death and yours.

He remembered them all, each one more painful than the last.

Fire. Explosions. Black holes. Crushed. Shot. Drowning. Suffocation. Freezing. Strangulation.

Pain.

So much pain and agony he made himself and you endure.

Only to find out he was the problem all along.

The screams got louder and louder, causing him to cover his ears as he curled up against the window, begging them to stop. He heard you laughing all the while too, punching the glass so hard it managed to leave a giant crack.

"Come on out, Mark!! You miss that nonexistent air, don't you? Join me..."

“Stop it.."

"Join me!!

"Shut up!"

"JOIN YOUR CAPTAIN!!!"

"LEAVE ME-"

“-ALONE!!”

The final scream jolted Mark out of bed, heart hammering out of his chest. He was in a wide-eyed panic, but once he realized he was just in his quarters, he sighed shakily and hugged himself, looking out at the small window.

He only saw stars. No wormholes. No corpses.

Yet he felt sick to his stomach, forcing himself to turn away and get out of bed, deciding to leave his room. All was quiet on the ship as he wandered through the halls, remembering all the running you and him have done in an attempt to fix everything.

Even now he can hear Computer's voice faintly echoing those alerts.

“Coolant leak in cryo.”

“ADS is offline.”

“Life support systems failing.”

“Fire on the bridge.”

Finally approaching the giant window at the bridge, he saw nothing but stars and a nebula off in the far distance. He didn’t know why but he felt compelled to sit in front of it and just...stare.

At what exactly? He didn’t know.

For how long? He didn’t know either.

He felt so....empty, cold, scared, and tired. God, he was so tired.

He hoped that with all of this being over, he could finally rest. Yet the nightmares never stopped; they always came back.

Always.

Mark was so lost in his own mind, he barely reacted to the door hissing open, not even acknowledging the thumping of boots that approached him. He just sighed and hugged his knees, resting his head on them.

Yet he was too scared to close his eyes, afraid of what he might see if he dared to open them again.

“Can’t sleep, either?”

It was you. Not Celci coming in to yell at him. Thank the stars.

Yet as you sat beside him, he didn't grin at your presence like he normally would. Instead he gazed at you only slightly, most of his face still buried in his arms.

You offered a sympathetic smile. It was off not seeing him as his typical talkative self, but you understood why. “Yeah..me neither.”

You removed your helmet, a small hiss escaping as you put it beside you, resting a hand on it. Mark blinked, eyebrows furrowing together as he saw the same amount of exhaustion in your eyes.

Pure exhaustion.

“I wake up sick every time. Like I’ve been doing backflips in the wormhole..” Shaking your head, you looked to him, sighing tiredly as you reached over to pet his hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, only to jerk himself awake once more.

For a moment, you recoiled. “What’s wrong?” You asked softly.

"D-Don't.." He kicked himself for saying that again, immediately realizing his mistake. "Sorry, 'm..so tired, but I can't...I can't sleep..."

God, why did he sound like a child. Speaking in a broken whisper that made him look so pathetic.

He was supposed to be strong for you. Stronger now that he learned from his mistakes and knew to move forward..rather than backward.

Yet he couldn’t help but feel weak and tired.

However you didn’t laugh, instead putting a comforting arm around him, squeezing him against your side. Again, he rested his head on your shoulder, that fear still lingering, even as you absentmindedly stroked the side of his hair. You can feel the poor guy trembling.

"Then rest. I’ll be right here. I’ll protect you.”

“But what if...if...” He didn’t get to finish his statement, your gestures soothing his anxieties. You didn’t know what the “if” was, though you could hear his shaky breaths gradually slow.

Then you felt him shift a little, getting his head more comfortably tucked into your neck. Without the helmet limiting how close he could get to you, he wanted to seize the opportunity.

You smiled and adjusted yourself so you could hold him while leaning against the wall. His arms were wrapped just above your belt as you felt his warmth breath against your skin, transitioning into soft snores.

"Sleep well, Mark." Sighing, you continued petting his hair until your own eyes eventually closed, hoping to finally get a break from the nightmares.

Both of you deserved it.

[gingersnaaps]

sandman

to be taken by sleep really isn't such a bad thing - not when osamu's the one waiting in your dreams.

wc: 3.2k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, dubcon, creampie, breeding mentions, penetration, fingering, sex dreams, sleep paralysis, incubus!osamu vibes, vaguely supernatural, you fall asleep forever at the end, fem!reader with inner genitals

a/n: written for @ultimate-astridwriting's wonderful collab and inspired by my recent stint of sleep deprivation also i feel like i may have strayed a bit from the prompt but oh well

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

You can’t recall when Miya Osamu first started appearing in your dreams.

It was a subtle thing at first: the features of strangers, normally blurred beyond recognition, melded into his half-lidded eyes and soft smile, and you’d catch glimpses of his face in the reflection of windows and out of the corner of your eye. You didn’t think too much of it. You’d read an article somewhere that mentioned how faces in one’s dreams came from the interactions in our real lives, and with how much you’d been frequenting his onigiri shop, you suppose that his appearances were to be expected.

Still felt a little strange for you to be having a dream so intimate, though.

You’re lying on top of his broad chest, one arm on your waist, the other resting gently on your thigh. His thumb rubs tender circles into your skin, stroking softly as you rise and fall with the movement of his chest.

“‘Miya?” you ask tentatively. “How did I end up here?”

He chuckles. It’s a deep, rich, sound, one that reminds you of rivers running steady and full moons in the countryside, the vibrations passing from his body to yours. When he speaks, his voice is low and a little quiet, but with his lips grazing your ear, you don’t miss a single word.

“Call me Osamu.”

The familiarity leaves your face slightly flushed, embarrassment tingling across your skin. He shifts you around in his arms, tilting your body so that you meet his warm, inviting, gaze. The hand on your thigh seems to burn red-hot, and you wonder if he can hear the heartbeat pulsing just inches away from his fingertips.

He smiles softly at you. “You’re a beautiful girl.”

Your heart seizes, malfunctions, pounds erratically-

You wake up in the dark, damp sheets clinging to your skin, heart skipping like a schoolgirl and drunk off the compliment from your dream.

There’s a bad ache in between your legs. You trail a hand down your front, fingers sliding into your pajama shorts to quell your want.

-

Dusk is falling across Tokyo when you head to Miya’s - no, Osamu’s - onigiri shop. Twilight makes giants of the pedestrians, stretches out the shadows that loom tall in the soft gray-orange of the setting sun, the darkened shapes scurrying through the city’s rush hour.

Unlike them, you’re not going home.

A busy schedule meant little time for home-cooked meals, and the food here really was excellent. When you push open the door to his shop, the jangle of a bell sounds somewhere above you, and Osamu barely looks up before a smile settles on his face.

“The usual, I suppose,” he says, beckoning you inside.

You nod gratefully. The atmosphere of the shop is comforting - there’s just a few customers trickling through, picking up their to-go order that he’s prepared. You pick a seat near the window, one that gives you an unobstructed view of the sunset outside.

The chatter dies down as the last customers leave the shop, their onigiri clutched in hand, and a peaceful silence descends on the space around you. He brings out your food just a few minutes later, setting the dish in front of you.

“As requested by my favorite customer,” he says, a wry grin on his face. “Glad to have you back tonight.”

Your stomach flutters at the closeness between the two of you, and you suddenly feel embarrassed - ashamed of how much you’d been thinking about him, of the dreams you’d been having, of the way his touch had left you wanting for more in those same dreams - but it’s a good kind of embarrassed, one that leaves excitement bubbling in your core.

It feels a bit like a crush.

“Couldn’t miss out on the food, could I?” you reply.

“So you’re only here for my onigiri.”

“I- no, of course not."

“Just teasing.”

He smiles crookedly, and for just a moment, there’s a knowing glint that flashes in his eyes - the kind of expression that makes it seem like he’s aware of more than he’s letting on - but it vanishes almost immediately, passing too quickly for you to be sure of anything.

He turns to go back inside the kitchen, lifting up a hand casually to wave goodbye. “See you soon.”

-

Upon your arrival home, the first thing you notice is how very tired you are.

It’s not too out of the ordinary - it was a Monday afternoon, after all, and that had always been your least favorite day of the week - but the minute you crash onto the couch, your eyelids seem to droop with sleep, limbs growing heavy as the room around you swirls into a half-conscious haze.

You’ve still got chores to take care of. There’s dishes from the morning to wash, laundry to fold and put away, a few work emails to respond to that were probably very important, but you just can’t seem to stave off the overwhelming fatigue that seeps through your veins and numbs your entire body.

You need to sleep.

So you let it happen. You let your eyes flutter shut, let yourself relax and melt into the soft cushions of the couch, let your mind go nice and blank and empty.

After you give up the struggle of staying awake, the dreams come quickly.

“Glad to have you back so soon.”

The warm, quiet, voice from yesterday rumbles somewhere above you. You’re laying on his chest again, ear pressed to the soft fabric of his faded black shirt. You make a small, confused, noise, but he just laughs, gently brushing aside your hair, a hand trailing down your body and creeping closer to your inner thigh.

His touch feels electric. Every brush of his fingertips against your thigh, feather-light and teasing, leaves you with your heartbeat thudding in your cunt.

“We’ve gotta get you ready,” he murmurs. “Prep you well enough so that you’ll feel good when the time is right.”

You clench around nothing at his words, and maybe he can feel it with his hand so dangerously close to your pussy, because he smiles lazily and asks, “Are you that desperate?”

You’re not sure whether you should deny it - he can probably tell you are, anyway, but the thought of nodding, of saying yes, ‘Samu, want it so fucking bad - it leaves you with your cheeks flushed hot with shame.

He doesn’t need your explicit confirmation to read the way your body twitches against his, though, and he moves his hand lower to cup around your pussy. His palm is warm, the pressure steady and constant as he holds his hand still against your throbbing cunt. You can’t help but squirm against him, sloppily grinding your clit against his waiting hand, bucking your hips back and forth for any friction you can get. You’re panting, breaths quick and shallow as you feel the drag of the cotton panties in between his skin and yours, and a lewd moan tumbles from your lips. “Touch me,” you mumble, voice thick with arousal.

You look so pretty down there, hair mussed and mouth open slack in a perfect o, getting off all by yourself - he should give you a hand, shouldn’t he?

He nudges your damp panties aside, the thin fabric creasing the fat of your pussy as he brings a thumb up to your clit. His ministrations start slow, circling your clit patiently while you writhe from the pleasure, just barely dipping his index finger into your hole, his long, dextrous fingers skilled and patient as he works to search out the sensitive spots that leave you gasping and delirious.

“I want you dripping,” he says softly, sliding his finger inside all the way to the base of his knuckle. “Want you spread out on my hand, soaking me through, wet enough for me to fuck you full.”

You shudder with anticipation at his words, hips wriggling and rutting against his stiffening cock as his finger drags along the ridges of your g-spot. Every movement of his is accompanied by an embarrassingly audible squelching noise, your cunt already swollen and hot with arousal, your slick running in a cool trail down the crease of your thigh.

He flicks his thumb against your clit, this time more harshly. “ ‘m gonna fill you up so good when you’re ready,” he whispers. “Fuck you until your pussy milks my cock dry.”

Your eyelids flutter, a rush of pleasure crashing down on you as he pops another finger inside. Your hand fists at his shirt weakly, grabbing and pawing at the fabric as he curls his fingers just right inside you.

“You’re gonna feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

You wake up from your dream as an orgasm ripples through your body, eyes flying wide open as you squirm and thrash on the couch. The pleasure coiling tight inside your core unwinds, pulsing in your cunt as you moan.

The room is dark and empty.

You rub the sleep from your eyes, vision bleary as you reach for your phone - it reads 7:00 AM. You’ve slept for almost twelve hours.

As you get up, swinging your legs off the couch and righting yourself, you notice one intense, overwhelming, feeling that roots you to the couch and leaves your limbs limp and loose:

You still feel so tired.

-

The rest of the week seems to pass by in a blur. You’re so exhausted you can barely think straight, stumbling from your office to your home - and sometimes to Osamu’s onigiri shop - going about your life half-dazed and barely conscious.

The only respite you get is in sleep.

Your dreams have gotten particularly intense as of late, head clouding full of visions where you’re fucked in every position: shoved up against the wall, facedown in the mattress, and even hoisted up on the counter. Through it all, there’s one constant.

Miya Osamu features in every single one of them.

You know his voice by heart now, a low, quiet, rumble that both soothes you and sets your cunt thrumming with anticipation. His silver-gray hair, his round, half-lidded eyes, the softness and the warmth of his body - they’re as familiar to you as your own features by now. You’re pretty sure you’ve even memorized the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you.

In every dream, he whispers the most tantalizing promises in your ear, breathing promises of how he’s gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart, gonna fill you up, gonna breed this pretty pussy until you’re carrying my seed inside you.

And even though you never wake up well rested anymore, you find that you don’t particularly mind. After all, there’s not much you look forward to in your waking hours. Every grating hour you spend working your stupid little job, or attending your lengthy, useless, lectures - it all feels like you’re just going through the motions, like you’re just trying to make it through so that night falls sooner and he can finally come visit you.

The week comes and goes, and soon enough, it’s already Friday.

You stumble in through the front door, a yawn itching at your throat, and you head straight for your bedroom. You pass by the ever-growing stack of dirty dishes in the sink, the stack of bills on the countertop, the laundry you’ve left in the drying machine. You’ll get to it next week.

For now, you just want to sleep.

The bedroom is gloomy and dim, grey light from an overcast twilight filtering through the blinds. The room feels stuffy in the dark, the four walls suffocating the small space, but you don’t bother with turning on the lights. Why would you, when you plan on heading straight to sleep?

You undress clumsily, almost tripping as you pull off your pants and shrug off your blouse, and stagger into the soft, warm, embrace of your bed.

A warm burst of comfort surges through you as the familiar feeling of drowsiness overtakes you. Your eyelids grow heavy, lashes fluttering slightly, the thump of your heart slowing - you’re right on the precipice between the conscious and the unconscious, straddling the border between sleep and waking -

You hear a voice sound from shadowy recesses of your room.

It’s a voice you’d recognize anywhere.

“I missed you at my shop today.”

You open your mouth to respond, but no noise comes out. It’s as if your vocal cords have been plucked from your throat, your voice frozen somewhere deep inside your trachea, and the only sound you can make is that of silence. A bit belatedly, you realize that you can’t move either, your limbs settling uselessly at your side as you lie paralyzed on your back.

A head of gleaming, silver, hair emerges in front of you, and your breath catches in your throat. You’re not sure if this is a dream anymore.

You blink once, and suddenly, you find him in your bed. He’s hovering above you, arms pressed to either side of your head, gazing down with a hungry, hungry, expression. He’s waited all week for this, sweetheart - won’t you finally indulge him?

He pulls the comforter aside, large hands gliding over your body and hoisting up your hips. You feel like a ragdoll in his hands, limp and immobile, and he rearranges your limbs and positions you until he gains easy access to your ready, waiting, cunt - the same cunt that he’s been preparing all week.

He drags a finger through your slick folds, already wet and sticky from the ministrations of the previous few days. There’s no need to bother with prep. He can already feel the way your cunt pulses at his touch, can see the need etched into the gleam of your eyes even as the expression on the rest of your face remains frozen.

His hand glides over his clothed cock, strained and throbbing with need as he pulls it out and strokes slowly, eyes fixated on your body the entire time. His dick is big, flushed almost purple as cream beads at the tip, balls fat and full and heavy.

Osamu’s had enough of waiting.

With a groan, he pops his cockhead into your drooling, twitching, hole, pushing in steady, thrusting all the way into your tightening cunt until he hits your cervix.

“Feels so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, face scrunched with pleasure. “So tight it feels like you’re trying to milk me dry.”

He rolls his hips slowly, dragging his cock along the front of your walls, the ridge of a vein pressing right into your sweet spot. Your legs twitch uselessly as he pulls halfway out before slamming his cock back in.

“I wonder if you’d like that,” he muses. He brings a thumb to rest at your puffy, swollen, clit, pressing down in steady circles, his touch unrelenting and firm, sending spasms of pleasure that leave you clenching and gripping down onto his thick cock.

“I think you would. I think you’d love it if I filled you up, if I fucked you full of cum and bred this tight little hole,” he says, the barest hint of an amused smile tugging at his lips. His voice is calm and steady - a striking contrast to his filthy words, his brazen promises.

His slow, steady, strokes quicken, hips slamming roughly into yours, each thrust satiating the want in your cunt. Your walls pulse as if they need to be filled, squelching lewdly as he fucks you hard and deep.

He leans down. His lips hover millimeters away from your forehead, just barely grazing your skin with tender, light, kisses. “Take it,” he whispers, thumb rubbing harshly at your clit. “Take it like a good girl for me. I know you can.”

The kisses he presses to your forehead start to travel down the underside of your jaw, soft little nips and bites with his blunt teeth that leaves a trail of his glossy spit on your face. His mouth finds your ear.

“When I cum, you better not waste a single drop,” he breathes. “Wanna fill you up, make you mine. I want to own this pussy.”

He brings his hand down to pat your stomach where your womb would be, rubbing the soft surface of your skin in tender circles. His balls are aching so badly - he needs to cum, needs that release, needs to stuff your messy cunt.

“Cum with me,” he urges. “Right now.”

The pleasure pulsing inside you draws taught - snaps - and you’re pushed over the edge. If you were still capable of speaking and moving, you’re sure you’d be moaning loudly, hips twitching uselessly as he creams your pussy over and over. He fucks you through your orgasm, spent cock softening inside you as you squeeze his dick. After all, he doesn’t want any of it to leak. He wants it sloshing around in your hole, filling you up until you’re warm and wet and sticky, wants to breed you, to mark you down as his.

You look beautiful with your insides stained white, he thinks.

You can feel your cunt twitching slightly as you come down from your high. He smiles warmly, gives your pussy a little pat -

You blink and he’s gone.

Almost as if he was never there in the first place.

Sleep takes you quickly after that. You’re exhausted from being fucked, exhausted from the constant stimulation, and you quickly fall fast asleep. All is silent and still in your darkened bedroom.

-

The next day, right as the sun starts to drop over the horizon, glinting stars nestled in the sky high above, you find yourself back in front of Osamu’s onigiri shop.

It’s partly due to the hunger gnawing in your stomach, but it’s more out of curiosity than anything. You need to know if it’s real, if he’s real, if the past two weeks were nothing but a fever dream.

And you really want to see him again.

As you push open the door to his shop, you’re greeted with his friendly smile, as usual.

“Same thing again?” he asks.

“Of course.”

The exhaustion hasn’t gone anywhere. You’re still constantly tired, always drifting off during the daytime, limbs weary and worn. When you sit yourself down at the usual spot - the table near the window - that irresistible fatigue seems to creep up on you again.

It’s so calm and comforting in his little shop. The lights are warm, the view is pretty, the quiet chatter of his few customers soothing to your ears. It’s so easy to rest your head in between your hands, shoulders slumping, mind empty of every little unimportant thought, so easy to just close your eyes, so easy to fall into the rose-tinted haze of your nice, pleasurable, dreams.

Osamu comes out of the kitchen in the back of the shop, carrying your food on a plate, and finds you fast asleep with your head on his table.

He’s not surprised. In fact, he’s quite pleased.

In fact, if he has his way, you’ll never have to wake up again.

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