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jhuzen · 2 years ago

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a what? [m.reader]

this… idk what this is. it’s very indulgent so excuse the very chill grammar. my head is hammered by all the hot men in hsr. so here. yes, they won me over (jfc how could they not my god, i’ve been waiting on them for months) ☠️ so here’s a self-indulgent cat-boy alignment from some tall men in hsr. i’ve been playing since the release and i’m already just a few exps away from level 40 send help.

𖦹 nsfw/suggestive contents, hcs ig, i use the speculative name for the trailblazer hehe, top reader :’D, this is basically a shitpost but also not LMAO.

GEPARD LANDAU — official dogboy, a lapdog too if you will

is this even a question at this point?

he’s your little pup (maybe not so little), and he radiates that golden retriever vibes. he’s a little more serious than that, sure, but rest assured, he’s always on you when you need him and he’s not particularly swamped with his guard duties as the captain.

he never fails to light up every time you pass by him when he’s out on patrol. he appreciates your little visits of course, sometimes even stopping by to bring him some food when you can. but there’s always something so magical whenever he sees you around the city, just minding your own business, not really aware that he can see you from his post.

and there’s just a spike of serotonin in gepard’s brain every time he ‘bumps’ into you in one of your personal excursions, romancing you with such subtlety (it’s really not much subtle, everyone and their mother in belobog knows you and him are together).

he thinks he’s so slick, trying to smooth talk you, when really, the tips of his ears are bright red, while you, completely unfazed only tried to hold in a laughter. what a trooper your boyfriend truly is!

serval thinks she should be getting second hand embarrassment from her brother’s actions towards you, but you both just looked so sweet that she just had to enjoy the view of you humoring her stiff as hell brother. he’s way too serious on the field (rightfully so), but it was all the more endearing to see a bit of that innocent glee that gepard somehow manages to manifest with you around.

he’s your good dogboy bro, always ready to serve you. though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate getting spoiled. your massages, especially your back rubs, are the highlight of his day after a grueling training — after his nice hot shower, with you guiding him all the way to your shared bedroom to give him a nice massage, it’s absolute bliss for him.

the cute sighs and the way his face becomes scrunched up as you worked the knots away from his muscles was adorable.

and if… the mood provides it, often times it leads to something a little bit more intimate than your wholesome little act of service.

gepard is a babygirl through and through man. he takes everything that you give him like a champ — extremely cooperative and will do anything as you say. maybe it’s because he likes being ordered around for once, maybe it’s because he finds it incredibly attractive to see you take charge… it could go either way and it drives him nuts.

he’s very loud, so you will be entertained at the plethora of ways gepard has to come up with just so he can’t be heard by the other neighbors while you completely wreck him.

handle with care after, please, he has to go to work the next day! we can’t have the famed captain of the silvermane guards limping around >:((

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SAMPO KOSKI — absolute mid with the way he’s a dog for seeking attention and a cat for being such a little bitch

congrats! you have a weird man for a boyfriend. the man that roams the streets of belobog be it in the underworld or overworld.

you vaguely recall the first time you and him met was when he was trying to persuade an overworld citizen in buying something, and you, as shameless as you are, moved towards him and squeezed the skin of his exposed waist, making the poor man yelp.

you gave him one questionable look before slut-shaming him with that getup, but not before buying your much needed supplies and leaving a sack of belobog currency.

admittedly, your relationship with sampo began as a transactional one. you buy stuff from him and he rewards you with a relatively risqué entertainment that your old folks would certainly faint from if they knew in the first place. but, as it turns out, even such a peculiar relationship can grow an oasis of genuine fondness for each other.

your dates before were just you and him meeting up in his place, hanging out, and then both of you just go on your separate ways. nowadays, it’s him that comes inside your house, incredibly woeful and in need of your attention and you oblige him regardless of how whiny he is.

oh, right, yes. sampo is whiny, have you seen him around his comrades? the man has the ‘woe is me’ attitude every now and then, and more often than not, you instigate that form of reaction whenever you tease him with a grin on your face.

there’s reasonable (or so i hope) amount of you calling out his outfit and why he feels the need to expose his waist only. sampo said it’s to attract customers like you, and you gotta hand the win on him on that one. though, it was becoming far more evident that you no longer see him as just an entertainment value and you as his source of income.

so. bloody. needy. it’s like he can’t live without your attention — thank the stars that the ban between the overworld and the underworld was lifted eventually so he can visit you more on the surface. one minute he skirts out of your home after some good fucking and then the next, he crawls back to you pathetically like a kicked puppy.

though, that is only to say that you got sampo absolutely hooked with your touches that he feels still lingering on his skin — you had an affinity for just harassing his poor waist while you call him names. he loves it anyway.

his clinginess comes with merit though, he appreciates the skin contact and you appreciate that chest of his to lay on. absolute king. if you tell him that his tits are the only selling point of why you finally fell for him, he will sulk and just sigh all day, looking at you with such disappointment.

“so i’m just a slab of meat to you, huh?” — sampo koski, xxxx

“pretty sure what’s in here are fats.” — you, nuzzling your face in his chest, xxxx

honestly, dating sampo feels like a one night stand, considering that he’s willing to limp away from your home in the crack of dawn, but it also feels just as endearing when he seeks you out or if you do the seeking, you could see how genuinely delighted sampo is to have you near him.

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JING YUAN — certified cat boy that’s just too good at fucking [with] you

mercilessly sly and an absolute mastermind, jing yuan has his fair share of mischief in the first place and you aren’t one he can spare despite having the honor of being the famed general’s partner.

you’re not so much of a fighter, you’re just a humble assistant to fu xuan (she disapproves of your poor taste in men though), but you learned to sleep with one eye open at the cost of you getting completely mauled to death by a general in need of his lover’s touch. he jumps at you with little to no warning, and you’re not certain if you should be proud of his stealth skills or just straight up be terrified lest you wake up to a succubus sucking you dry.

all that aside though, jing yuan is a passionate partner behind closed doors. he might look passive, but he’s sure to constantly be listening to your mumbling, even down to you just listing down what you need to buy for your home. he loves every part of you undoubtedly.

though, he likes to randomly charge you these fees wherein the currency is your warm hug. he could be a lot taller than you and still drape himself to your side while you hold him with one arm all the while cooking with the other.

a big, biiiiig cat, that’s for sure. and he accepts it, but on the account that you use it to tease lil ol’ him, get ready to be milked dry or at the very least, deprived of any form of affection from your cat.

he’s got a bit of an attitude too. he dreads the fact that you have a far more gentle disposition to his subordinates compared to him. you’re always so hard on him on work days, it makes him feel so lonely.

alas he has a remedy for that, particularly something you didn’t like at all.

mischief and a bored jing yuan on slow days are days you reminded yourself not to enter his office on, just to be safe and not get lured into his silly tricks. it always somehow fails, considering that he still is the general, and even though you are acting as fu xuan’s guide/assistant more than the general’s right hand man, you can’t refuse his calls because it’s still one of your responsibilities.

your cunning partner made sure to take advantage of that and cue… you writhing and breathless on his seat while he helped himself to your… offering from under the table. he promises he will be quick, but jing yuan is insatiable. for every time this happens, once or twice, a cloud knight would walk in to look for their general, and you had to talk to them without even giving away the embarrassing position you’re in.

hands down, a pillow princess if he’s not riding you to death. he’s the dozing general, but when the mood calls for it, he can take charge and just… leave you dry. so good luck with that.

cherishes the aftercare, he loves the slow intimate moments between you and him after. and if you’re a god at it, you can’t ever make him leave the bed, ever.

you once said, “oooh big stretch” when your beloved general did so one morning. that was the first and quite possibly the last time that you had him completely speechless for a good second. and that was saying a lot, considering that he always has the last word in your conversations. it became a core memory lmao.

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BLADE — another ultra catboy… except it’s the kind of cat that demands a lot from you after scratching your face

how in the many worlds did you ever pull this tormented man and his big sword? it’s concerning, really. kafka finds it amusing though that you even managed to make a space for yourself in blade’s little emo heart.

just laying it out there, you and blade babysit silver wolf and there’s no getting out of it apparently. kafka already placed you as the voice of reason when the one time she sent out only blade to look after silver wolf while you were off stalking the astral express gang, he dressed like a hobo, so much that he became extremely suspicious in sight more than he ever could dressed as just himself.

that aside, blade is probably one of the most demanding lovers you have dated (threateningly jealous at times too). no one can top him (but you ehe), he’s like a grumpy cat, literally swiping at you on the first few months before suddenly caving and asking you for almost everything.

really he just misses you, but he’s not into admitting such a fact. for the years that he’s gone through, whatever it may have been, you who did not care about who he was before was something that drew him in even more, you went at your own pace and it was no different when you became his. there was a sense of comfort that you brought to him.

so anyway, demanding partner that wants nothing but you. he’s extremely protective, which you found endearing, until you realized he will point a sword even to a little kid who so much as insults your face. not really good when you’re gathering intel when elio asks you both to do so.

dates with blade either includes the stellaron hunters because they are very fond of your relationship and are very nosy… or just you and him cooped up in your room, sleeping together, or ‘sleeping together’. not all too grand, but on missions that elio sends you both out on, you take the time to indulge your beloved and eat on different places, trying out delicacies of every particular world you visited in. blade doesn’t say much, but with the way his hand grips onto yours tightly already says a lot.

just throwing it out there, he is… quiet in bed. a grunter or a gasper, but if you really, really hit the right spot, he gives the deepest whine that leaves him shaking.

you either handle him with care or if he asks for it, go rough on him. like what was said, blade knows what he wants and will demand it from you all the same, no exceptions. and if you fail to live up to his expectations, he will move himself all the while glaring at you with so much disappointment.

he has… insane stamina, and if you can’t keep up, you better start working on that. the last thing that you want is to disappoint your vengeful boyfriend that has a lot of issues on his back. and while it’s not too bad of a sight to see your beloved imitate a sulking cat, it’s not so good when he ignores you. it’s not just about sex, if you so much as get that disappointing stare, best make it up to him and treat him like he’s your everything (as you should).

you once saw kafka and silver wolf planning out wedding destinations for you and blade at some point. you are unsure how to feel about your comrade’s deep involvement in your relationship — even more so when elio suggested the big wedding after you lot have accomplished your mission to the universe.

anyway, to say the least, your catboy is overly possessive and knows what he wants and can and will demand it from you. but even with such an overbearing personality and a terrifying look on his pretty face, you were already well versed in the blade language.

he thanks you on nights when you’re just out cold, probably tired from a mission, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. this man may have already considered elio’s proposal of the wedding date (jk).

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DAN HENG — third cat in a row. are all xianzhou men cats? but he’s the cat that’s quietly watching you, always listening

what do you mean he’s a [redacted for spoilers]? absolutely not. this man is a cat through and through.

the cat that silently watches you from afar while you do your own work. perhaps it’s because you always offer a sense of tranquility that dan heng found himself deeply enamored with you. you were just… so peaceful. it helped a lot, your presence soothed his deeply rooted anxieties born from his past. it’s as simple as you just shrugging and telling him, “why bother with anything else when i am alright where i am right now,” and dan heng fell hard.

you are as expressive as you can get, and can even get on the trailblazer and march’s antics. but the fact that you were mature enough to let yourself be resigned to the fate of time, that you were able to accept things as they are far better than anyone could, it was something your dearly beloved dan heng admired. in a sense, he also wanted to emulate whatever you’ve got going on.

bettering himself even more just because he loves you? goals. you changed this man and that was a sworn promise that he will never ever leave you from then on. always prowling around you, babysitting march 7th with you, reluctantly holding the trash the trailblazer rummages through with you, teaching old man welt how to use his beacon with you, etc.

that’s it, you can never pry dan heng out of your life anymore (unless you ask him to, in which case, please don’t, the man already has a lot to carry, how do you expect him to bear the weight of a broken heart from someone he thought he found happiness in?).

this catboy definitely lacks the expressiveness that you have, but just like any other stoic cat owner out there, you’ve basically read him well at that point. it’s almost as if you have the urge to make a guidebook about your boyfriend, and the aeons know that everyone in the astral express will eat it up.

he’s a little hard to coax at first to be more open in the beginning parts, but give him some time and he will be quicker to pry open than any other food that has an equally hard shell.

same thing in your more… intimate moments. give him some time to get used to things, especially if you’ve got far more experience at this sort of activity. go gentle, he loves the cradling embrace every time you ease yourself into him. he gets shy randomly out of nowhere in the middle of your little session, so do be patient.

though rest assured, he will grow bolder, eventually asking you to do all sorts of things that even you weren’t aware he knows about. he’s very eager to learn from you all the more, not just about the things that he prefers but what you also want! he’s extremely observant with your reactions, where you like to be touched.

let him take control every once in awhile, let him know that even in something as intimate as this, he can have a say. let him ride you until whenever, let him go at his own pace and he absolutely will lose his mind over that. the feeling of your arms around him, securing him in a tight hug while he drapes himself over you? dan heng will go nuts.

he’s also… very vocal. but he tries his best to keep it to a minimum lest you both let everyone in the express know what’s happening. usually though, you two only get frisky when everyone’s off the train and the only left are you, him, and dear ol’ pom-pom.

aftercares are everything to him, there’s something so touching at the fact that you are more than willing to still get up after being so spent just to make sure he’s comfortable after. you’re making this man cry, damnit! too good, too good.

never underestimate the tight grip he has on you — he’s usually the big spoon and he never hesitates to cling onto you. you’re like the safety that he finally found after running away from the things that trouble him. and every day with you is a day he always looked forward in waking up to.

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CAELUS — what the fuck is this? it’s not a dog or a cat. it’s a fucking trash panda.

ah yes, a raccoon with rabies (see: stellaron)

honestly, there’s no telling what is wrong with your boyfriend. it is… terrifying tbh. but you promised to be a supportive partner no matter how unnerving it is to see your beloved rummage through myriads of trash cans around belobog. more than once or twice, he has come up to you with a trash bag and even brought you a golden one.

you once asked what their use would be, and caelus just gave you a carefree smile while saying “we eat them to have better and stronger attacks against the enemy!” you quickly called dan heng and march to restrain him.

he texts you at the most ungodly hours. you don’t normally sleep at the same time as the other trailblazers since you took up the mantel in keeping watch of the express with pom-pom while the lot of you traversed through the heavenly galaxies of the universe. and because of that, your boyfriend just texts you until he falls asleep.

and when you are asleep in the day, before he heads out, he makes sure to tuck you in real good with a kiss for extra measure. seriously, he’s way too sweet for his own good. once or twice, you’ve caught him while you’re barely awake and he still manages to leave you flustered.

missions in different worlds means having to taste the myriad of delicacies a certain nation in a world has to offer. you both once ended up in a remote broken up island when the express made a quick stop in this one particular world that has… what do they call those again? archons? and you and caelus went ham on the dango milk (there was a distinct lack of trash cans around and everyone was safe from his addiction).

he loves you all too much, to the point where he’s attached to your hip, going wherever you go. getting all sulky when someone had your eye for a little bit longer. in that same nation in a world you stopped over, your eyes just happened to gaze a second longer at this young man with long braided blonde hair. though you were more interested in the tiny floating thing beside him, your raccoon was not able to inhale some copium and went all pouty at you.

either he ignores you, or he sends you a batch of sad pom-pom stickers in your beacon.

just wrap him in a blanket and fuck him silly, it can make him forget about the tiny things he was mad at you for. and just like dan heng, he can be very loud. so you kinda have to keep shushed up, a kiss usually does the trick however, so it shouldn’t be too hard to manage your little rowdy trailblazer.

he’s willing to take charge every now and then, he also still wants to make you feel good, after all! but he’s more of a pillow princess too, fuck him sideways and that gets him going, it makes him cry actual tears and alas, it was a blessing in your eyes to see him plead for you all the while trying to muffle his own sobs.

and after doing his head in, it is a must to spoon him after you clean him up. and maybe formulate a half-assed response when march comes knocking on your door, asking if you both fought or… let her come to an impending realization and just… make her not look at the both of you for a good week straight.

either way though, caelus is your pretty boy, always armed with witty teasing remarks and shitposts and a lot more stickers of pom-pom ready to flood your private messages with him.

10/10 -5 for the trash can obsession. ehe.

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xoxoskai · 1 year ago

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MAYAILYA AND EVERY WHAT IF

Welcome to delusionworld, may I take your coat?

Maya first meets Ilya and recognizes him as one of the "scums" who tried to hurt Nikolai. Stomps her six-inch heel into his foot before flipping her hair and walking away.

"No, Jeremy. I don't care that he's your guard."

Notices Ilya around Cecily on Jeremy's orders and asks him if he'd bark just because Jeremy tells him to.

"Loyal dog, this one." She tells Cecily.

Ilya smirks at her, threatening and malicious before sucking in a breath and howling. Grins wider at her gritted teeth as Cecy laughs.

Maya, flustered? Since, uh, when?

Ilya is a professional Maya-ignorer first, human second.

What do you mean he can't take his eyes off her when she's in the room? He is very proficient at ignoring her.

Watches as she back pedals out of the kitchen at the Heathens mansion when she notices him there. As if remembering herself, she struts back inside and pours herself a glass of a green protein shake that exists in the refrigerator only for her.

Passes him by as he quietly eats his food before reversing her steps, sweeping the saltshaker off the tray, opening the lid and dumping it all into his pasta.

"Oops" She smiles, all teeth and no remorse.

Ilya, without breaking eye contact, digs into his pasta and takes a large bite.

Maya sucks in a sharp breath through her nose, glaring as she leaves, her glass of protein shake forgotten next to his plate.

The next time she pours herself a glass of protein shake, the Heathens are having dinner. Ilya is speaking to Jeremy inside the kitchen but watches eagerly as Maya's face blanches at the copious amounts of sugar he's added to her beverage as retaliation.

Maya glares at him, nostrils flaring, and he looks on with a face of complete innocence before focusing back on Jeremy.

She'd punch him but she is annoyed at the thought of a bruise on his pretty face.

His face is not pretty, she reminds herself.

The next time he sees Maya, she's riling Annika up.

"We'll be sisters-in-law! And we can shop together and get our nails done and grab lunch whenever! Oh, and you can be my maid-of-honor!"

Annika looks about ready to rip her hair off, but Ilya intervenes and shakes his head at her.

"You're better than this, Annika" He tells her "Don't stoop to her level. Which is lower than the basement level, by the way."

Annika giggles and Maya's back to gritting her jaw.

He watches as her gaze roves over his entire face, momentarily snagging on his white-blond hair before she smiles, feline-like

"Don't be jealous, you can be the flower boy. We have roles for everyone, even the-"

But Ilya has already turned his back to her, effectively ignoring her as he tells Annika that Jeremy is looking for her.

Annika glares at Maya once again before taking off in the other direction. Ilya waits for a moment, also deciding to leave but Maya grabs his sleeve.

"I was still talking!"

He doesn't say anything, watches her in a way that expresses his boredom and irritation at having to stand there in her presence.

It's like a punch to the gut. Maya hates that people would beg for an ounce for her attention, but Ilya always manages to make her feel like she's a speck of dirt that ought to be stepped on.

She turns around and leaves without saying anything else.

When the Heathens mansion catches fire, Maya is stuck in one of the bathrooms where the door is jammed.

Hair sticking to her back, eyes watering and body trembling, she's trying to pick the lock like her father taught her but she's too disoriented.

She is screaming for help while alternating between trying to use a hairpin to pick the lock and slam on the door for help.

When the hairpin slips from between her fingers and goes under the door, she lets out a wail and uses both fists to slam on the door and wrench the doorknob, inhaling more and more smoke, coughing violently.

The doorknob falls to the ground and the door flings open, letting in more smoke and a frantic Ilya whose face is first drenched in relief and then in rage.

"You weren't supposed to be here today!"

"The house is on fire and now you wanna talk?!"

"God help me, Maya. If we make it out of this alive, I'm gonna fucking strangle you."

He's already putting a mask over her face, but Maya pulls back, going further inside the bathroom.

"I swear to fuck-"

She sprays him with water.

"Your shirt is on fire; do you not feel anything?!"

There's a giant hole in his back, the burn on the skin registering much later. If he hadn't been distracted by how she had been trembling and crying when he found her, he would have paid attention sooner.

Instead of saying anything else, he grabs her wrist, throws her over his shoulder and starts running.

Once out, he deposits her in one of the ambulances before taking her mask off, getting ready to leave when one of the nurses starts bandaging her arm.

"Where are you going?"

She's grabbing his arm again and before he can register the feel of her skin against his, she's taken it back, her guards back up.

"Whatever" She is picking at her cuticles "I don't care."

"Jeremy is still inside" he tells her anyway, not because he was stalling- she was family with the Heathens, she deserved to know the entire story. "Nikolai, Killian and Gareth made it out safely."

She doesn't say anything, quiet while the nurse finishes bandaging her arm and moves to the cut from a splinter on her thigh.

Maya doesn't react, doesn't even flinch when the nurse cleans the wound. It makes Ilya smile. The mafia princess was a lot tougher than she looked.

He's leaving when her quiet voice gives him pause.

"You should find Niko. He can clear a path till Jeremy."

Ilya gives no indication that he heard her.

He goes looking for Niko.

They are putting Jeremy in one of the ambulances when Ilya reveals that Maya was inside when the mansion caught fire.

Niko is already halfway to the mansion when Ilya catches up and finishes the rest of his sentence.

"I got her out. She's in that ambulance, unharmed"

The oldest Sokolov is leaving to check on his sister when he stops and makes his way back to Jeremy's guard.

"I owe you one. Next time any of my sisters are in danger, they are your first priority. Just like Annika"

Ilya didn't need him spelling out who his first priority was. Ilya was well aware.

"The next time you "accidentally" touch her, she's going to sever your hand from your body before ripping out your favorite organ and chopping it in biteable sizes for dogs."

Ilya does a double take when he hears the bored voice with which Maya is delivering gruesome threats.

He pokes his head around the corner at university when he notices a furious Mia signing at God-speed as Maya translates what she's saying.

Noticing that the guy is one of the Serpents, Ilya is making his way toward the trio when Maya snaps her fingers in front of the guy's face.

"My eyes are up here, asshole."

"They are not nearly as pretty as what's down here" The Serpent replies without missing a beat, openly ogling her breasts from the deep V-neck blouse she was wearing.

Fists clenched; Ilya is about to drive one of his fists into his face, but Maya is quicker.

Knee-raised, she brings his face down by tugging at his collar and gets him right in the nose, a satisfying crunch following.

The guy drops to his knees, clutching his nose and wailing as the Sokolov twins stand over him, undeterred.

Mia notices him first, paused in the act of approaching them and she waves at him, grabbing Maya's attention as well.

She crosses her arms, unaware that she's pushing her breasts up even further, making Ilya close his eyes and pray for strength from greater forces.

Mia signs something at him and turns to Maya for translation but Maya keeps studying her nails, making no attempt to do so.

When Mia signs more furiously, Maya lets out an exasperated sigh before turning her irritated look at Ilya.

“She’s asking when are you going to drop off the face of the Earth?”

Mia swats her sister’s arm before moving toward Ilya, pulling out her phone and typing in it. Her text reads,

Heard about last night. Are you okay?

Ilya decides he now knows which Sokolov twin he likes better. He nods.

“I’m good, thanks.”

While Mia types more, Ilya slants a look toward her twin who is already scrolling through her phone. Her blouse was long-sleeved, and she was wearing skinny jeans and boots for a change. To hide all the bandages, he was sure.

Thank you for helping Maya yesterday. We owe you one.

Ilya smiles at her “She can thank me herself” is on the tip of his tongue when he looks at Maya and she’s glaring now.

If her eyes could kill, she’d have stabbed him a hundred times-no, a thousand times by now.

“Mia, I have class” she says before turning and leaving.

“You hang around Brandon King too much.”

Nikolai is telling Mia that same afternoon while Ilya supervises Annika’s cooking, who has been on house arrest since the fire.

“This much salt?”

Ilya internally cringes as Annika holds up a tablespoon of salt before shaking his head and finding a teaspoon for her.

When he returns his attention back toward the Sokolov siblings, they are engaged in a heated, glaring contest.

It reminds him of the Sokolov who is missing.

She remains AWOL for a while after that.

He only catches glimpses of her at university in passing and she’s always standing too far from him.

In every scenario.

Not like it should matter though, right?

When he finally finds her in the Heathens mansion, she’s at the door, talking to Gareth.

“I’ll RSVP for the party but tell Uncle Asher I can’t guarantee that Niko will make it.”

Ilya is on his way inside and deliberately slows down. He can’t remember how long it has been since he’s heard her voice in person.

“Jeremy is out with Niko.”

Gareth, who notices Ilya first, informs him while successfully bringing the attention of his cousin toward the outsider.

Of course, Ilya knows Jeremy is out with Niko. But he’s been making excuses to drop by more and more. Stopping by the mansion to inform Jeremy of things he could tell him over a phone call. Volunteering to teach Annika how to cook (because unlike her family, he didn’t know he couldn’t reveal that cooking wasn’t her strongest suit and openly balked when he first tasted it). Following Niko on his bike rides. Learning the basics of sign language for Mia.

Maya has already turned away and focused her attention back on Gareth. She’s touching his sleeve in a familiar manner and Ilya has to remind himself they’re cousins and grew up together.

“I’ll see you later” she’s saying, descending the steps, her plaid skirt swishing.

He’s watching her go and he wants to say something but he’s not sure what.

He’s not sure why.

Her birthday comes around and of course the Heathens are throwing a full-fledged party.

Jeremy assigns Ilya to buy an appropriate gift for the twins because he’s obliged to give one, not that he particularly cares.

Ilya shows his displeasure by buying atrocious matching little Bo Peep costumes that make Nikolai and Killian’s eyes water from laughing too hard when they catch Ilya gift wrapping them and writing-

I took lots of time to handpick these,

Jeremy

-on the card.

Ilya gets Mia a tiny plant that is easy to grow and doesn’t require a lot of watering.

Maya watches him give it to her, her eyes pinging between the gift, Mia’s reaction to it as she thanked him, and he signed back “Welcome” and finally at Ilya himself who she pinned in place with a blank look before she moved on and opened her own gifts.

If she’s disappointed that he didn’t get her anything, she surely doesn’t show it.

She stopped showing her displeasure a while back and Ilya is not aware of what changed. Earlier she used to deliberately mess with him or pick fights but now she’d removed herself completely and started to make him feel exactly what she used to call him.

A dog. Begging for attention from an owner who didn’t care.

He watches from afar as she sits in the middle of all her friends, looking lonely despite all the 200 odd people who’d shown up for her.

Maya hates her birthday. The only way to get through it, she realized long ago, was pretending she loves it.

She notices Ilya detaching himself from Jeremy’s side for the first time since the night began and making his way upstairs and she is glaring at his back.

She didn’t care if anyone saw. Did the infuriating man not know it was her birthday too?

She was so furious that he’d bought such a thoughtful gift only for Mia that she almost- almost dug her heel into his foot again.

Screw it, she had a bone to pick with him. Coming to a birthday party without a gift for the birthday girl should certainly be considered blasphemy- she decided as she stomped upstairs to look for him.

After fifteen minutes of fruitless snooping through all the Heathens’ rooms, she’s about to leave when she takes on toward the east wing on a whim.

Most of the repair work is still ongoing and Maya is about to check in Jeremy’s old room when she passes by the bathroom she was stuck in.

The doorknob is missing, and she realizes she never found out how Ilya knew she was in there or how he even got the door to open.

She pushes the door open and sure enough, Ilya is sitting on the counter, twirling a very familiar hairpin between his fingers.

“What do you want, Princess?”

Maya stubbornly keeps her mouth shut, remembering that this man didn’t care about what she wanted at all. He cared about everyone but her. He cared about her freaking sister more.

A sister he had smiled at.

Maya had only ever been the recipient of his glares, but it had taken one conversation with Mia for him to smile at her like they were long lost best friends.

“My hairpin”

Ilya laughs when she even holds her hand out, gaze fixated on the pin caught between two of his fingers.

God, those fingers.

“Give it” she says when he makes no further move.

“Why?” He asks, resuming twirling the hairpin between his fingers, taunting her with it and watching her face turn more and more irritated.

“Because it was gifted it to me and it’s of a lot of value to me.”

Partly, it was true. Her father had gifted it to her, but Maya had a million of such hairpins. She hadn’t even remembered losing this one until a minute ago.

“Bad girls who tell lies don’t get birthday presents.”

Sure enough, he procured a tiny box out of his jacket that barely fit into his hand and was wrapped in floral wrapping paper.

He had gotten her a gift too.

No, she wasn’t sure she was the one he meant. He was going to pull the rug off her feet and laugh as she fell.

“Oh good, Mia is safe then.”

Refusing to see him agree with her, she starts checking her nails, but his silence makes her look back at him.

He looked…angry.

What right did he have to be angry?

“Do you really not know that your sister fancies Landon King or are you really that ignorant?”

Maya forces herself not to snarl and instead smile at him, sickly sweet and fake.

“Why would I care? I’m gonna marry Jeremy, make Nika my maid-of-honor and you can be the ring-bearer. It’s trendy to have the dog trail down the aisle with the rings these days.”

Eyes ablaze, Ilya tells her in a deathly calm,

“Get out, Maya”

“Or what, you’re gonna hurt your master’s future wife?”

“I’m gonna fuck her in her wedding dress and then she’ll walk down the aisle with my cum dried between her legs and take her vows knowing her husband wasn’t the one who fucked her on their wedding day.”

Ilya catches the exact moment his words settle deep into her bones because she sucks in a breath and turns to leave but he’s faster, banging the door close above her head when she attempts to open it.

“No more wedding plans to make?”

“Let me go, Ilya.”

He’s so close, her hair is tickling his nose, and he can smell her shampoo. Roses and vanilla. She even smells like his darkest temptation.

“Didn’t you want me to get out? I’m going”

“Open your present first.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Take it or I won’t wait till your wedding day to make good on my promise.”

Maya takes the present.

She turns toward him, glaring at him and the stupid height advantage he has over her, but Ilya remains standing close, hand still above her head.

Aware that commenting on his closeness will only make him cockier, Maya focuses on ripping off the delicately wrapped box, trying to showcase how much she didn’t care.

She opens the velvet box and, on the cushion, lies a delicate piece with tiny sapphires embedded into gold.

Maya thinks it’s one of the most beautiful pieces she’s ever laid eyes on. Not too gaudy and flashy, just the right amount.

Unclasping it, she begins putting it on around her wrist seeing as it is too small to be a necklace or even a choker, but Ilya tuts, takes it away from her and leads her toward the counter he had been sitting on.

He lays his jacket down and before she can even comprehend what his next move is, he’s already lifting her onto the counter, settling her down on his jacket so she doesn’t dirty her white birthday dress.

Maya bites back her thanks even though she feels a little overwhelmed at the prospect of him doing this knowing she’s a germaphobe and not out of the goodness of his heart.

“It’s not a bracelet” He tells her, stepping back before grabbing her stiletto pumps and slowly raising her foot “It’s an anklet.”

“Oh”

He’s smirking while she waits with bated breath as he sets her heel on his stomach, clasping the anklet around it. He doesn’t make contact with her skin a single time except lightly brushing her ankle with his knuckles before pulling his hands away. Maya almost mourns their loss.

She’s aware he’s waiting for her to drop her leg but she’s thinking of a different scenario with lesser clothes and more skin.

Ilya can tell.

“It’s pretty” She finally says.

“Yes” He agrees “It is.”

But he’s looking at her and Maya can’t look away.

Before anything transpires, Maya snaps out of her reverie first.

“I should g-”

“Why are you avoiding me?”

His question doesn’t catch her off-guard. The fact that he noticed she’s been going out of her way to avoid him does.

“We always avoid each other”

His brows draw together “Not this way..we don’t.”

“We’re not friends, Ilya.”

“I know. I’m a dog”

Maya is rolling her eyes when he smirks at her.

“And you’re a bitch.”

She swats his shoulder “I may be a bitch, but I do have manners, I’ll return the favor on your birthday.”

“Do you even know when my birthday is?”

“14th February” At his raised eyebrows, she’s smiling “What, you think you’re the only one who knows everything?”

“No” He's stroking her calf now, making her breath hitch “I didn't get you this-” He hooks his pinky finger into the anklet “-just so you could return the favor. I had ulterior motives.”

“Like what?”

He's not saying anything, watching her in that contemplative manner that puts her on the spot “Like what?” She repeats and this time he grabs her foot and pulls her forward till she is half hanging off the counter.

Leaning one hand on the counter near her, his mouth is directly above her when he reveals his real purpose.

“When I saw it in the store, I couldn't stop picturing what it would look like around your ankle when it's dangling off my shoulder.”

#legacy of gods #god of wrath #god of malice #god of ruin #maya sokolov #ilya levitsky #landon king #mia sokolov #jeremy volkov #nikolai sokolov #killian carson #glyndon king #brandon king #eli king x ava nash #eli king #rina kent #god of war #god of pain #god of fury

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i feel like,,, possibly,,, lulu and jack would get along splendidly

i totally see it. i talk under the cut !

so, again, in my au lulu was killed in a hazing. she was buried in the slender forest, and some demonic entity brought her back, taking her eyes as payment. (still debating on if its zalgo still)

she found herself hanging around the abandoned hospital because thats where fog was, and thats the only place she could 'see'. if she feels the fog, she can feel where all the other particles are at, therefore making out shapes etc etc.

some days the fog reels back, and usually ann will keep her around, or the proxies will find her and scare her back where she's supposed to be. but eventually, they were busy, she got lost and kept walking and walking and walking and bumped into jack

jack died in a sacrifice after joining a university 'club'. his eyes were taken from him as part of the ritual. he sees through echolocation and thermal vision(?).

they'd kinda awkwardly talk and he can just Tell that lulu is one of the new cryptids the proxies keep in like guard dogs, something something demonic 6th sense , and it'd kinda take them both a minute to realize theyre both blind(mostly)

lulu is in a CONSTANT daze, all the fucking time she is in a fucking fog (get it..) . her last few weeks alive were spent drunk, barely managing to get to her lectures and absolutely not understanding shit, so she spends a good bit of time just thinking shes supposed to be in class. she's very fucking lost . and it breaks jacks heart

jack probably sees himself in lulu a lot, since they have oddly similar 'origin stories' in this au, and he'd gently guide her back to the hospital (once figuring out where she's supposed to be)

after finding out who she is, i could see him trying to go visit her more often. anns weird but she's not really attached to lulus hip so she's not always bugging them. there have been times where jack would bring his little radio and tapes and play audio books for her. lulus not really an academic person, she was only in university to appease her parents, but it's pleasant. she eventually gets him to start bringing other things, like music and clay and stuff.

i could see them getting close enough(or jack getting fond enough) to ask the proxies if lulu can visit his cabin, rather than the other way. toby and kate dont care, brians iffy, and tim is very against it (cuz lulu is a little unpredictable) . so soemtimes toby will bring lulu(for "supervision" lmfao) and they'll just kinda hang out. she doesnt need to eat but jack would make some food and it'd be nice

#asks #creepypasta #sweetart #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta art #creeped #hcs #eyeless jack #jack nyras #lulu #lulu creepypasta

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magics-neptunes-things · 11 months ago

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I wish I was here

Hi guys!

This is a new Luna's story. I got the idea during the awards evening by seeing the different comments under the photos posted by the official accounts. It tires me to see people shouting at the separation as soon as Lucy is less than a meter from Keira so I dare not imagine what can think Lucy and Ona x)

Also I don't know if Coco is a boy or a girl, sorry if I misgender this poor dog?

Enjoy!

TW : Angst

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Staying in Barcelona while her girlfriend participates in one of the most prestigious ceremonies for women’s football is no doubt a bit frustrating, but Ona try to look not upset when it was time to say goodbye to Lucy before she leaves for the airport. With their relationship still not officially confirmed by anyone, it was in Lucy’s apartment that the two young women said goodbye. As Keira is also on the trip, Ona must guard Narla, the dog that Keira and Lucy took together, in addition to her own dog Coco. Fortunately, the two dogs get along wonderfully and had the time of their lives during their trip to Andorra.

After getting the two dogs out, Ona returned to Lucy’s apartment. Coco having already come several times in Lucy's apartment, he knows it better than what Narla knows Ona's. And even if Ona also knows this apartment very well, she can’t help but feel a little alone tonight. Without the presence of her girlfriend, everything seems a little more sad and less interesting.

Sitting on the sofa much too big, even for a person accompanied by two dogs, Ona turns on the television and takes her phone to scroll on the various social networks. She responds to some messages and takes the opportunity to order food. If she likes to cook for or with Lucy, when she’s alone it’s a little different. But her diet is supposed to stay wise and followed, so she opts for sushi.

A few minutes later, her face glows with a big smile when she sees Lucy’s picture on her phone screen. The fullback asks her for a FaceTime and Ona doesn't hesitate a fraction of seconds before answering. Lucy’s face appears, already ready for the ceremony.

"Holà bonita!" says the happy English.

"Hello. How’s it going?" asks Ona while sitting cross-legged on the couch.

"Good! I’m a little late to be honest but I wanted to show you my outfit before you see it on social networks"

"Oh, a sneak peak just for me? I appreciate it" smiled Ona.

Lucy smirk at her answer and backs up the screen so that the youngest can see her entire outfit. And Ona feels her jaw fall. Of course, she’s the first to know how stunning her girlfriend is. But she honestly didn’t expect that.

"Oh fuck me" whispers Ona, her eyes sweeping Lucy’s outfit and body.

"Do you like it?" smiled Lucy as she carried the phone up her face, so that she could look at Ona.

"When are you coming home again?" asks Ona, the mind a little elsewhere.

"During the night" Lucy chuckles as she rolls her eyes, then turns around. "By the way, my parents and brother are here."

Lucy’s laughter extends to seeing that Ona blushed violently when hearing that her in-laws and her brother-in-law are also present. Had she known, perhaps she would have chosen other words to express her admiration.

"Hello Ona!" made Jorge with an amused smile, sticking his head to his sister to appear on the screen.

Despite her embarrassment, Ona managed to exchange a few words with Jorge and her in-laws, before the Bronze had to hang up to get to the party. If a smile remains on Ona’s face after the call, it fades little by little by seeing the different comments on the videos and photos circulating on the evening. Again, Lucy’s name is attached to Keira's, despite the many clues that the four (with Laura) left on social networks.

Seeing the hate that Laura received during her last post of the year, Keira even had to delete the comments section. This is largely what caused Lucy to post nothing at all on her side. But reading comments certifying that the former couple formed by Lucy and Keira is still current is harder to bear tonight. Probably because Lucy’s not with her.

Ona has never complained about this to Lucy, the Spanish knows perfectly well that her girlfriend has nothing to do with it and that she is far from asking for this situation. Ona also knows that this situation is burdensome for everyone and doesn't want to add difficulties by taking things too seriously.

Aitana being also at the party, Ona finally decides to call Salma to change her mind. The young attacker is also a close friend of Ona, despite their age difference. If Salma realizes that Ona doesn't seem particularly on a great mood, she doesn't make comments and is content to talk to her constantly, about everything and nothing. And Ona is extremely grateful.

After the phone call and her sushis, Ona takes the dogs out one last time before going to the bathroom to change. She follows the ceremony with her phone and if she realized that Lucy tried not to position herself next to Keira for the official photos, they were sitted next to eachother. That, too, should not bother her. But in truth, the Catalan would have liked to be able to accompany Lucy. Even if she is far from comfortable in this kind of ceremony, to which she has never been invited. (We will talk about the fact that Ona is cruelly underrated by everyone another time)

After a quick shower and brushing her teeth, Ona returns to the couch to launch Netflix. She sent two messages to Lucy to inform her of the progress of her evening and a photo of Narla and Coco sleeping on top of each other, but nothing more, not wanting to look too needy either.

It's late when Lucy calls Ona, but she doesn't sleep yet, waiting for news of her girlfriend.

"I wondered if you would answer" state Lucy.

"Why wouldn’t I?" Ona asks, frowning. "It’s late, I thought you might sleep" "I wanted to hear your voice" Ona confesses in a timid tone. Lucy thinks that it probably shouldn’t make her so happy, but it does. The rest of the conversation goes through Lucy who explains that they are already on their way to the airport and back to Barcelona. With Fifa having awarded them a private jet, they will be in Barcelona in a few hours and at home just as quickly. But as the conversation progresses, Lucy realizes that something is off with the Catalan. Her answers are brief, her tone evasive and she has a hard time giving her some laughs. "What’s going on, Bonita?" ended up asking Lucy "Nothing... I’m just tired" mumbles Ona, her fingers playing with her dog’s hair. "Are you sure?" "Mhm" replies distractedly the brunette "That’s not how I feel" Lucy distinctly hears Ona sigh softly, making her frown. Ona doesn't hesitate to talk to her about what she usually feels, both having discussed at the beginning of their relationship about the importance of communication in a couple. "It’s nothing Luce, it’s really stupid" "If it bothers you, it’s not stupid Onita" Lucy points out. Despite the fact that the discussion between the two young women isn't made out loud, Lucy is in the car with Aitana, Keira and Cata. It's therefore almost impossible that they don't hear it, despite the fact that they are all three discussing together. But Lucy’s worry drives her to keep trying to find out more. "There are comments that I saw on social media that bothered me a little, that’s all" ended up answering Ona. "Comments about what?" Lucy already knows the answer, but she nevertheless prefers to ask the question rather than assume things.

"You. And Keira. Your relationship, all that. There are those who say that if you were sitting next to Keira it’s because you’re together and if you stood away from her in the photos it’s to not attract attention. Those kind of things."

Lucy remains silent for a few moments, not really knowing what to answer. What she does know, however, is that she doesn't particularly like the turn this discussion is taking.

"Maybe you were right after all, it’s a bit stupid"

Lucy’s answer may be a little too abrupt, drawing Aitana’s curious gaze on her at the same time. Ona, meanwhile, answers nothing.

"You know very well that it's not true, Ona. I thought you were a little more mature and able to ignore these comments"

"I’m sorry" mumbles the Spanish woman rubbing her forehead, thinking that she shouldn't have talked about it and kept these confessions to herself.

A new silence is born between the two young women, however very different from those, comfortable, that they share while cuddling in front of the television or when they are in the car for the training.

"We are at the airport. I’ll write you when we take off" Lucy says.

"Ok. Have a safe flight" mumbles Ona, before hanging up.

Lucy remains silent after the phone call, not realizing that her three teammates exchange looks and communicate in this way. Unlike their arrival, their return isn't filmed and the different photographers or representatives aren't with them. There are only a few security guards in the van, but they are installed in front of and behind them. Jona and others members from the staff are in their own conversation behind them.

The Englishwoman still hasn’t said a word when she settles in the jet, with Aitana sitting beside her, Keira and Cata facing them.

"Everything's okay?" ended up asking Aitana.

"Yeah" Lucy groans as she looks out the window.

Deciding not to beat around the bush and waste their time in this conversation, Aitana decides to go straight to the point.

"I heard your conversation with Ona" begins the Ballon d'Or winner, attracting a new grunt from Lucy. "Did you argue?"

"Not really" ended up sighing Lucy leaving the window with her eyes to shift her attention to Aitana. "She mentioned comments from stupid fans"

When Aitana nods and the other two remain silent, it catches Lucy’s attention again. If she looks at the other two with a suspicious look, it's to Aitana that Lucy talks when she resumes speaking.

"What? Did she talk to you about it?"

"No" sincerely answers Aitana shaking her head. "But I know if she told you about it, it’s because it’s been working on her for a while, Lucy. I’ve known this girl since we started kicking a ball. She’s neither jealous nor possessive. If she told you, it must have been really hard for her at the time."

"You know how she is" adds Cata, sitting in front of Aitana. "She’s the kind of person who wants to deal with things on her own. She even tried to end a match with a concussion a few years ago."

Lucy makes a grimace, remembering the reflections she saw at the time. This dates back to a few years ago, when Ona played with Manchester United.

"I know" Lucy replies, not necessarily a fan of friends knowing more about her girlfriend than she does. "It’s just frustrating. These people don’t stop with these comments and I don’t know what to do to do well. If you post, there are hate comments. If you don’t post either."

With a compassionate smile, Aitana gently taps her on the knee, secretly happy not to be in this kind of situation.

"Weren’t you supposed to send her a message?" asks Cata

"Shit"

Lucy quickly grabs her phone to unlock it and write to Ona, while the flight crew seems to make the final preparations. The plane is already launched on the runway when she finishes.

"You know" said Keira after they took off "I don’t know if I could handle that, if I were in Ona’s place."

Interrupted again in her thoughts, Lucy reports a surprised look on her ex-girlfriend.

"What do you mean?"

"Every day she sees her girlfriend, you, talking to her ex, me. She herself has to bond with this ex, always me, and she does it very well. She has truly never been anything but adorable to me. She sees us talking everyday, because we still friends. And she must be constantly subjected to the headless theories of people who continue to hope for some reason that you and I are still together."

Lucy remains silent for a few seconds. She is obviously clear with all of this, but hearing it out loud and added side by side is different. Her eyebrows are frowned when Aitana speaks one last time.

"Would you see yourself playing on the same team as her ex? Watching her chat and laugh with Ona almost every day?"

"No" Lucy immediately says.

"You half murdered Feli when we played her and her team, and your relationship with Ona wasn’t even a few months old yet" smile Cata.

Lucy rolls with her eyes as she hears Cata’s amused tone, but her gaze shifts to the window once again. Cata is right, all she was able to think at this time is that Feli had Ona at one point in their life. Before her eyes there is only dark, the lights of London having disappeared long ago. She doesn't need more to realize that the other three are right and an intense sense of guilt seizes her. She should never have spoken to Ona the way she did. And her throat gets a little knotted thinking of the Catalan, alone in her apartment.

A few hours later, Lucy delicately opens the door of her apartment. Ona responded to her message saying that they were taking off, but didn't respond when she told her that they had landed. Lucy’s rational side makes her say that the Catalan is just asleep, but her brain hasn’t stopped working for three seconds since her conversation with her teammates and she can’t help but wonder if Ona is just mad at her.

After dropping off her things at the entrance, Lucy goes into the living room and feels her heart melt in front of the scene that takes place in front of her. Ona is lying on her tummy under a blanket on the couch, deeply asleep. Her long hair obscures part of her face and a very slight snoring escapes from her lips with each breath. Her face is illuminated by the lights of the television screen. Coco is tightly hugged, Ona’s face buried in the dog’s hair. Narla is lying on Ona’s legs.

Lucy laughs softly when she sees that new stones are on the coffee table, adding to the great collection of her dog. The sound wakes up Narla who stretches on Ona’s legs before rolling and changing sides to fall asleep again. The movement makes Ona moan gently in her sleep and pushes her to bury her face even more in Coco’s hair.

Delicately freeing Coco from Ona’s embrace, Lucy rests him on the couch alongside Narla before passing her two arms under Ona’s body to lift her from the couch.

"What’s going on?" mumbles the Spanish in a sleepy voice when Lucy puts her on her bed.

"Nothing Princesa, everything's fine" Lucy replies in return, kissing her forehead before gently covering her.

But when Lucy gets up to go to the bathroom, Ona gently grabs her arm.

"Can I have a hug please?"

Sleepy or tired Ona is particularly cuddly, which Lucy has always found adorable. But tonight, the English girl has the impression that there is a little more than that. The guilt at the memory of the tone she talked to her coming back in her mind, she hurries to lie beside Ona and wrap her arms around her.

She lays kisses on the head and the sleeping face of Ona, who smiles softly at this surge of affection. Ona closes her eyes and start to fall asleep again.

"I am so sorry" whispers Lucy, her lips pressed against Ona's temple after having observed the young woman for a long time.

Surprised in her phase of falling asleep, Ona opens her eyes again and slightly turns her head in Lucy's direction to observe her. She doesn't move an inch, keeping her face as close as possible to Ona’s.

"What are you talking about?"

A slight worry is audible in Ona’s tone and Lucy prefers not to wonder where the younger’s mind is running away. Instead, she responds directly, the things she wishes to tell her prepared for tens of minutes in her head.

"About what I told you on the phone and especially the way I told you"

"Oh" just mumbles Ona before shrugging her shoulders "It doesn’t matter. You’re right anyway"

"No Ona, I’m serious"

Lucy takes off from the Latin, causing her to pout and frown. Passing a finger between her eyebrows, Lucy applies herself to relax her skin before resuming speech.

"I shouldn’t have said that"

"It doesn’t matter, Luce, I swear-"

But Lucy interrupts her, putting a finger on her lips. Ona rolls on her back, still frowning.

"Let me speak" says the English woman "I should never have said that to you and told you like that. You have the right to have insecurities and even more need to talk about them. And if you need to talk about it, I want you to do it with me because I want to be there for you. I’m sorry I was so hard to you when you brought it up"

Still driven to silence by Lucy’s index finger on her lips, Ona listens wisely to what her girlfriend is saying to her. Yes, the dry tone that Lucy replied to her briefly squeezed her heart, before she tried to become rational again. Ona thought Lucy might be tired from her evening.

"I’m annoyed by these kinds of comments, and I think I reacted that way because I liked the idea that it doesn’t affect you. You’re important to me, Ona, you’re the most important. And I hate the idea that someone or something might hurt you."

Ona remains silent, always, eyes plunged into those of Lucy. She still remembers perfectly the first time their looks crossed, at the wedding of their common friend.

"But I thought a lot about what Keira and the girls told me on the way back and…"

"You talked about our relationship with Keira?"

The emotions on Ona’s face are hard to decipher, but the fact that she reacts about that before everything else catches Lucy’s attention.

"They more or less heard the conversation we had, I was in the car with them"

Ona groan softly, not really appreciating the idea that their couple problems can be discussed among other people. Even though she knows she can trust their discretion at least from Cata and Aitana. She wouldn't say that she's close to Keira, but she gets along well with her and has always managed to talk to her without any prejudice.

"The three of them defended you" Lucy quickly informs her, pressing her head on her hand, now that she is on her side while Ona is lying on her back. "And they were right. You seem to be living through this situation so well that I sometimes forget that it must not be easy every day for you. If there was one stupid thing tonight it was my behavior."

Rolling on her side, Ona thoughtfully bites her lip before answering her.

"I just want everything to be as easy as possible for everyone."

"I understand. But you must not forget yourself in the process"

Ona makes a famous pout of her composition for simple answer. And Lucy knows perfectly well what the brunette who faces her thinks. Sighing softly, she begins to draw the freckles on Ona’s face with her finger.

"This tendency to sacrifice yourself for others can be worrying, you know?"

"Only for those who deserve it" Ona replies, closing her eyes under Lucy’s caresses on her face. "The ones I love"

Her closed eyes prevent her from seeing Lucy break the existing centimeters between their faces to put her lips on hers, but this doesn't prevent her from smiling against her lips. A sigh of well-being escapes her and her hands attach to the fabric of the clothes that Lucy still wears, the same ones she wore for the ceremony.

"You’re the strongest person I know" Lucy whispers a few minutes later, her forehead leaning against her girlfriend’s.

"Let’s not exaggerate" laughs Ona gently, mixing her legs with Lucy’s.

"I’m serious. Do you know many people who would play on the same team as their girlfriend and ex at the same time? I wouldn’t be able to."

Surprised by this statement, the question can now be read in the chocolate eyes of Ona.

"If you kept talking to your ex, I’d have a hard time, but just imagine that you have to live next to her and talk to her every day… I think I would want to kill her, honestly."

"Are you jealous, Lucy Bronze?"

The surprise gradually gave way to the fun on Ona’s face and voice. This makes Lucy roll her eyes, even if she cannot retain a smile.

"Maybe" simply answers the English.

This seems to suit Ona, since she gets even closer to Lucy, sticking her entire body against the English’s. A silence passes, during which Ona takes the opportunity to soak up the smell and sensation of Lucy’s skin against hers.

"It’s easy because I trust you" Ona says. "You make me feel safe and cared. Tonight was a little more difficult because you were far from me. And I wish I had been with you"

"I wish you was here too" mumble Lucy before adding "At least you can admire me in my outfit anyway"

Ona laughs softly, running her hands over the fabric, soft and light under her fingers. She would have liked to see her put on these clothes, but to have her lying in front of her is not so bad.

"It’s even better in real life"

Lucy smiles again before pressing her lips against Ona's, holding her against her during the kiss that extends a little. Then, she gets up from the bed, causing the surprise of the youngest.

"Where are you going?" Ona asks while sitting on the bed.

"Undress and shower. Want to come help me?"

"We’re supposed to get up in four hours for training" Ona replies, looking at the time on her phone

"Your choice"

Shrugging, Lucy turns her heels to go to the bathroom. It doesn't take more to Ona to throw herself out of bed and almost run after her girlfriend.

"Coming!"

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devildomwriter · 2 years ago

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Obey Me Simeon Birthday Special 100 Fun Facts

1. Simeon and Lucifer used to take naps together in the Celestial Realm

2. Simeon was once a seraph, for unknown reasons he was demoted to an archangel before the events of the game

3. Simeon’s favorite color is celestial blue

4. Simeon’s favorite animal is a sloth

5. Simeon owns a café in the human world called the angel’s halo

6. Simeon was close enough to Lucifer to be considered one of his brothers

7. Simeon is good at juggling, managing four clubs his first attempt

8. When Simeon is drunk he forgets words and easily cries

9. Simeon describes his job as middle management and cries to Lucifer about it when he gets drunk

10. Simeon makes the best pancakes

11. Simeon has a difficult time trying to act scary

12. Simeon claims he has a hard time getting mad but he’s seen getting mad many times especially as a play director

13. Simeon is the author of TSL

14. Simeon based the TSL characters off the seven brothers

15. Simeon thought it was cute when Levi shyly followed him around too nervous to ask for an autograph

16. Simeon and Diavolo do not get along because Simeon is so good at hiding his true feelings

17. Satan is curious to see what Simeon would be like angry, meanwhile Diavolo is scared to see it

18. Simeon loves making bento boxes for Luke

19. Simeon enjoys escape rooms

20. Simeon’s favorite Devildom food is Black Tapir

21. When a flame salamander became attached to Simeon he considered taking him back to the celestial realm

22. Simeon’s BLT sandwiches are popular among flame salamanders and Beelzebub

23. Simeon enjoys calling Lucifer, Lucy

24. Simeon’s motto is “Learning is a lifetime.”

25. Simeon keeps a daily diary

26. Simeon has been keeping a scrapbook of his and Luke’s time in the Devildom from day one. He claims to be very proud of Luke as he smiles more in each picture.

27. When asked what he’d do if the Devildom disappeared tomorrow, he said he’d take Luke back to the Celestial realm

28. Simeon’s a dog person, specifically chihuahuas

29. Simeon enjoys teasing Luke but prevents anyone else from doing it

30. Simeon and Lucifer used to have movie nights together frequently

31. Simeon is said to be the active one when it comes to love

32. Simeon wishes to “be bound” by his lover

33. Simeon cherishes relationship anniversaries and special dates of remembrance

34. For a relationship with obstacles Simeon states “I wouldn’t want to encounter that if I could avoid it, but I don’t think I’d give up for sure.”

35. Simeon is able to openly express his feelings but will still become jealous

36. It’s implied Lucifer avoids hanging out with Simeon because Simeon is one of the only people who can see through his prideful demeanor

37. Simeon gets along well with Cerberus

38. Simeon sees Luke as his grandson

39. Simeon saved Lucifer and MC’s lives by sneaking into a guarded celestial palace and stealing Michael’s ring of light to give to MC

40. Simeon is very bad with technology but as the game continues he slowly gets better

41. Simeon is so used to using his DDD camera that he’s forgotten how to use a regular camera

42. Simeon once got forced into a self checkout line and in a panic having no idea what to do, he called Lucifer to come save him

43. Simeon helps teach Luke how to do a handstand by holding him from his ankles

44. Simeon couldn’t figure out why he was bad at jump roping until Luke suggested he take off his cape

45. Teaching Simeon how to use his DDD is considered an exercise in futility

46. Simeon is the second-shortest side characters

47. Simeon enjoys cooking

48. Simeon says he can’t wink and is trying to practice

49. As an archangel Simeon is seen as a warrior by other angels

50. Simeon is a skilled musician

51. Simeon thinks horror movies are pretty fun

52. Simeon prefers sweet food over spicy food but likes both

53. Simeon’s human world outfit was chosen by Luke, he decided to go with it after seeing Luke’s cute smiling face

54. Simeon states that just because he’s an angel it doesn’t mean he’s all forgiving

55. As of season four, Simeon is a human after his angelic powers were taken as punishment for stealing from Michael

56. Simeon sees Michael as more of a friend than a supervisor

57. Simeon checks up on Luke to make sure whether or bit he’s actually gone to bed

58. When asmo had shocking pink hair Simeon states it hurt his eyes

59. Simeon believes the whip is an exciting expression of love

60. Simeon enjoys architectures digest

61. Simeon says the secret ingredient for his pancakes is love

62. Simeon was almost attacked by a giant jovial gingerbread man, all he did was smile at it and it shriveled into a fried cookie

63. Simeon taught Luke how to make pie

64. Solomon believes openly sassing the son of the demon king is a very Simeon thing to do

65. Simeon attempted to make solomon cry for his own amusement

66. Simeon once told MC he’d be okay with becoming a demon if it meant he could be with them

67. When Simeon was under a spell that showed him what he wanted to see, he was convinced that Lucifer and his brothers falling from the Devildom was all a long bad dream

68. Simeon says he wouldn’t mind if anyone caught him kissing MC and that they could even make it a point to kiss in front of them

69. Simeon didn’t believe in the exchange program until season four after seeing all the blood sweat and tears diavolo put into it

70. Simeon vents to Lucifer when he’s tired of Michael’s errands

71. Simeon once gave bangles to the brothers enchanted with a spell that would make them angelic. He didn’t place the spell but knew about it.

72. Simeon became an author after leviathan suggested it though at first he claims to be satisfied just reading them

73. Simeon would make up elaborate stories to tell the Cupids

74. Before season three Simeon never stayed in the human realm for a long period of time, though he says he has visited multiple times

75. Simeon enjoys cube puzzles

76. When a rumor about The Angel’s Halo spreads, Simeon requests Mammon and MC’s help to dispel the rumor that if you share a drink together you’ll be together forever. Mammon is unable to pretend to break up and starts crying so Simeon calls him useless

77. Simeon feels anxious seeing others work and not helping out

78. As a seraph Simeon was known to be the least intense

79. Simeon is very serious about his job even becoming very angry when the brothers disrupt him

80. Simeon adores rare books, during the first Christmas event when every swapped gifts he was excited to get the book Satan was hoping to get himself

81. Simeon once got detention in RAD

82. When Mammon created the Miss Em’ dolls, Simeon opted for the goth plushie

83. Raphael claims Simeon is much better at his job (the angelic one) after coming to the Devildom

84. Simeon is one of the only people who can calm down all the brothers

85. At the end of season four Simeon accepted that he’d become human and was okay wearing his celestial realm clothes again thanks to MC’s help and acceptance

86. At the end of season four Simeon decided to stay in the Devildom until Raphael’s year long exchange was over

87. After demotion to human, Simeon was confronted and asked if taking the ring of light is why it happened but he responds “something like that” hinting it could be for more than one reason

88. Simeon tells Mephistopheles he “smiles a lot by nature” when Mephistopheles accuses him of finding him caring for Luke as something funny

89. Simeon once escaped and left Luke to endure Solomon’s cooking by himself

90. Simeon will bribe Lucifer to hang out with him

91. On more than one occasion Simeon has snuck into events celebrating him (Christopher Peugeot)

92. Simeon gets a little embarrassed when he sees his books on store and library shelves

93. Simeon sends Michael sweets from the Devildom is exchange for sweets from the celestial realm

94. Luke claims Simeon is too fond of flouting the rules when it suits him

95. When there was a mess at the café Simeon scared the brothers into helping him clean up

96. As a director, Simeon was called a dictator by the brothers for how strict he was

97. Simeon says he prefers the hustle and bustle of the Devildom over the serene quiet of the celestial realm

98. Simeon is the first person to recognize and point out Levi’s degradation kink and tries to stop him multiple times

99. Despite Simeon always looking serious and seeming hard to read, he claims he’s not thinking about anything deep in particular, and that no one believes him when he explains

100. Simeon thinks it’s fun to cause a stir on occasion

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therealcocoshady · 10 months ago

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Recovery - Chapter 20

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Y/N gets back home from the hospital and Em comes for a sleepover.

Tags : Fluff - SMUT (P in V, foreplay)

Y/N’s POV

The whole incident had brought you and Marshall a lot closer than you already were. You took it to heart, when he said he was missing you, when you were talking in the studio that fateful night before you were assaulted. You had been so focused on your relationship with Josh, so eager to get Marshall out of your head (or rather, your heart), that you had probably neglected your friendship a little bit. Still, he had been absolutely amazing to you while you were in the hospital, basically acting like your personal guard-dog, pillow, assistant and dream catcher. It got to a point where it was annoying for other people. Josh didn’t complain about it, he never would, but he did make a few comments about Marshall “always being around”. Talia and Jamal even joked about Marshall moving in, because he would never leave you alone. You could tell that Talia was a bit pissed off. You knew she loved him, but she also wanted to care for you. So when you got out of the hospital, they were basically bickering at each other, fighting over who would get “custody” of you. Marshall offered for you to stay at his place and hang out, while Talia seemed to strongly disagree.

You’ve been with her nonstop for five days, Em, you’re not her only friend, you know ? She said as she rolled her eyes.

I know. I’m just saying she can chill at the house if she wants, he shrugged.

We have a house too, she said. She can chill there.

Or maybe she wants to enjoy the movie room or the pool, he replied.

Or maybe she wants her room, Talia insisted.

Or maybe she wants y’all to stop fighting like divorced parents ? Jamal chimed in.

You couldn’t help but giggle. You had been cleared by the doctor and were ready to leave the hospital. You’d been ready for about an hour and couldn’t wait to get out of that dreadful place but they wouldn’t stop arguing over small details, like who would drive you home. You didn’t tell them, but on top of that, you had Josh blowing up your phone, asking when he would actually get to see you. You were actually touched by all of this attention : not everyone had this many people they could count on. As annoying as it could get - because you just wanted to leave - it was a blessing.

We could just leave them here and grab food somewhere, you suggested to Jamal.

I like that, he said as he grabbed your bag.

I want to eat too, Talia said.

Me too, Marshall added.

Look who’s suddenly on the same page, Jamal grinned. So, what do you want to eat ?

Of course, that was enough for the bickering to start again. You offered to cook dinner, but obviously, none of your friends would let you lift a finger, even though you had basically spent five days sleeping and were more energized than ever. Thankfully, everyone ended up agreeing on the food, and you managed to display some excellent diplomatic skills when it came to organizing your schedule. You sent Marshall home after dinner so that he could actually get some rest and a full night of sleep and had a movie night with your roommates. As for Josh, you made plans to see him in a few days. Initially, you wanted to invite him to dinner on the night you got home, but your friends made a valid point that it would be wiser to wait for a few days, so that your first night home would be more chill. After the movie, you and Talia went to your room to do some pampering and she could not refrain from grilling you about “Em”.

So… First night without cerberus in a while, huh ? She playfully asked.

I guess, you giggled. He wasn’t that bad, though.

Oh he definitely was, she chuckled. You should have seen him when you were asleep. He was standing there like some sort of bouncer, making sure not too many people were in the room. And then, when it got too loud, he turned into a cranky old librarian like “Shhhhh”.

She imitated him, with his serious demeanor and frown. You couldn’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter.

It’s sweet, you said softly - you couldn’t help defending him.

He’s too much, she said. I swear, he is the most dramatic person I have ever met.

It’s part of the charm, I guess, you shrugged.

Oh, really… “Charm” ? She grinned. I thought we already had a prince charming…

You know what I mean, you said with a frown.

Actually, I don’t, she said. I mean, you’re wearing his clothes all the time, he spent five days in the hospital with you, you guys are always hanging out… I’m telling you : I wouldn’t enjoy being your boyfriend if I had to deal with Em being all over you.

I know, you sighed.

Especially when you enjoy it so much, she added.

You looked at her but said nothing. Had anyone else made that comment, you would have lied, but it was Talia, so there was no use.

I knew it !!! She almost screamed.

Yeah well, you can know it but not shout it, ok ? You said.

You like Em !!!

I do, you groaned. But believe me, it’s not fun.

Oh, boo-hoo, “my crush is all over me and it’s hard”, she giggled. Yeah, must suck to be you, Y/N. Especially when the crush in question is the wet dream of millions of people across the world. Remind me again, why are you bothering with Josh ?

You ended up explaining the whole story to her : how you had a chance with Marshall, that was ruined by the argument, how you had planned on confessing your feelings for him in NYC but didn’t because he ended up dating Nicole and how you ended up dating Josh.

Here’s the thing, you said : I love Marshall, but he doesn’t love me back. And I like Josh too, you know ? Like, actually like him. I want to give this relationship a chance, because he is so great.

I feel you, she said in a voice full of compassion. You deserve to be happy. Em is a fucking dumbass in my opinion…

He’s not. He doesn’t like me like this, it’s ok. He’s still my best friend.

Yeah, but I don’t understand, though. For someone who doesn’t like you like this, he is all over you. That doesn’t make sense, you know ? She said. Anyway, if Josh makes you happy, that’s what matters, right ?

He’s just nice, you replied. And Josh does make me happy. I can’t wait for you to meet him.

I can’t wait either, she said. But he’s no Em.

Promise me you’ll still be nice to him ?

Of course, she said.

A MONTH LATER

You had finally introduced Josh to Talia and Jamal and they seemed to like him. The four of you would go on double dates, even some triple dates with Hailie and Evan. You had lots of fun and it felt really nice to have your closest friends supporting your relationship. Talia’s birthday was coming up in a few days and she even invited him. Josh was being as amazing as ever, and you wished you could say everything was perfect but it wasn’t. You’d been together for more than three months at this point and you still hadn’t been able to seal the deal. You’d had plenty of opportunity and slept together a bunch of times but that was all it was : sleeping. Not that you didn’t want to do the deed, on the contrary, you were both up for it, but the attack had left its mark, so every time he tried to do more than kiss you or hold your hand, you ended up being triggered. He said he was fine with it but, obviously, you could tell he was a bit disappointed. At that point, you were a triggered, yet horny mess, which put you in quite a mood. You weren’t even sure you’d be able to have sex ever again. Thankfully, you also spent a lot of time with your friends, which helped you get your mind off things. You were either hanging out with Jamal and/or Talia, at the studio or with Marshall.

That night was your first night sleeping alone in a month. Ever since you got home, you were prone to nightmares. The doctors at the hospital had offered to give you some medication for anxiety and even some sleeping pills, but given your past, you refused to pick up the prescription. You’d been sober for a while now, which was great, but you still didn’t trust yourself. So your friends, being as amazing as they were, took turns having sleepovers in your room. The most frequent guests were either Talia or Josh, but sometimes, Marshall would come over too. It was the middle of the night and you were waking up from yet another nightmare and, normally, you would have someone by your side, but you had decided to try sleeping alone for the first time, since Talia and Jamal had a romantic weekend getaway planned and were spending a night in a hotel, and you weren’t too sure about wanting Josh coming over. Not that you wouldn’t enjoy his company or that he wouldn’t happily cuddle with you, but you felt like he might get his hopes up about finally having sex and you didn’t want to let him down yet again. You tried to pace yourself by using some breathing exercises, but to no avail. It was as if you could feel the attacker’s breath down your neck. Plus, it was a windy night and every noise from the outside was startling you. So much for putting on your big girl’s pants. You decided to call Marshall.

Hey honey, you heard his sleepy voice say. What’s up ?

Am I bothering you ? You asked in a little voice.

Never, he said softly. What’s up ?

I’m scared, you said on the verge of tears. I’m alone in the house and I feel like… He’s watching me or something.

Oh. Isn’t Josh sleeping over ? He asked.

Not tonight…, you said sheepishly.

Want me to come over ?

Do you mind ? You asked.

You know I don’t, he said. Movie night ?

Sure.

Great. Be there in 30, ok ?

When he arrived, he gave you the biggest hug and you put on some random, crappy movie. You were both laying on your bed, watching the movie on your computer. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulder and was mindlessly playing with your hair. His presence was soothing, and his hilarious comments were keeping you distracted. At some point, a steamy sex scene came on, and it made you feel a bit awkward. It didn’t help that it reminded you of all the action you were definitely not getting. Marshall picked on it right away.

Are you blushing ?! He asked with a grin.

What ? No I’m not…, you replied awkwardly.

You’re so red. You’re blushing.

Shut up, please, you whispered.

Come on, it’s a movie, he chuckled.

It’s just… It’s so awkward, you know ? I hate love scenes in movies, you said.

Oh, believe me, actors usually hate filming them, he said. More awkward to film than to watch.

Have you ever filmed one of those for a music video ? You asked.

Sort of, he said. But the worst was the scene in 8 Mile. Didn’t take long, but I definitely didn’t have much fun.

Oh right, you said. I sort of forgot that you were in a movie.

What ?! You haven’t seen my movie ?! He asked in a fake offended voice.

I haven’t, you giggled. What’s it about ?

He proceeded to describe the movie for you, explaining the plot. You thought it was absolutely crazy that you were friends with someone who had a movie based on his life. Once again, it reminded you of the big deal that he was.

Can we watch it ? You asked. That sounds like something I’d enjoy.

Sure, he chuckled. Haven't seen that in a while.

You changed the movie and put on 8 Mile. It was both weird and fun to see Marshall twenty years ago.

God, you’re hot, you said before you could catch yourself.

He looked at you with a smirk.

Why thank you, he said with a smile.

No, I meant before, you said. I mean, in the movie… Uh, you look good in that.

Better than now ? He asked with a grin.

No, you said.

So I’m even hotter now ?

Yeah. I mean no, I-I…, you began to say as you felt your cheeks burning.

Relax, I’m just fucking with you, he giggled. God, you’re blushing so hard it’s hilarious.

You focused your intention on the movie and tried to ignore him. The movie was good and you enjoyed it. Marshall definitely had great acting skills. At some point, the love scene with Brittany Murphy came on and you found yourself biting your lip. It was just a movie scene, for sure, but it was a steamy one and you were lucky enough to know that Marshall was actually good in bed (or on a couch, or in a car…). In fact, he was the best you ever had. And the last. This thought had you hot and bothered, and equally frustrated.

Like what you see ? He teasingly whispered in your ear.

God, shut up, you groaned as you blushed. His voice in your ear wasn’t helping you.

Not a chance, he giggled.

It’s not funny, Marshall…

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. It was an innocent peck, as there had been thousands before, but it definitely made matters worse. And obviously, you had no poker face, so he picked on it right away.

Don’t tell me you’re horny, he chortled.

Don’t you ever shut up ?

What ? Isn’t the lobster up to the challenge ? He grinned.

Well, I guess we’ll never know, you groaned.

He looked at you in confusion and pressed pause. His eyebrows were furrowed.

What’s wrong ? He asked.

Nothing, you said. It’s just… Nevermind. Let’s watch the movie, ok ?

You can tell me anything, honey, he said softly. What’s up with Josh ? I thought he was great.

I can’t put out, you blurted out. So, yeah, he’s great, but he’s probably going to end up leaving me and I’m going to grow my hymen back and die a virgin.

He couldn’t refrain from chuckling and you shot him a death glare.

Sorry, he said as he caught himself. It’s not what you’re saying. It’s the way you’re saying it. I feel for you, though.

You do ? You asked with a pout.

Well, I mostly feel for him, but yeah…

He’s not the one panicking every time someone tries to touch him, you groaned. But yeah, whatever, let’s feel for Josh, I guess.

No, he chuckled. What I mean is that having you as a girlfriend and not getting any action must be really hard. Pun intended.

He managed to make you chuckle. He always had the silliest jokes.

Come on, you horndog, let’s watch the end of the movie, he said as he shook his head, trying not to laugh.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him and you went back to watching the movie.

Is that alright ? He asked with a smirk. Or am I too hot for you ?

Fuck you, Marshall, you whined.

Well, yeah, you wish, he chuckled. Just kidding, I’ll stop.

Thankfully, the movie was good and you managed to focus on it. Soon after the movie ended, you fell asleep.

MARSHALL’S POV

Showing 8 Mile to Y/N was pretty interesting. Marshall got to watch her reactions and it was a fun sight, especially when it came to the sex scene. He couldn’t help but notice her blushing and biting her lip and, obviously, he wasn’t going to miss that great of an opportunity to make fun of her. He didn’t mean to be an asshole, but learning she hadn’t actually slept with Josh made his day. Not that he didn’t want her to be fulfilled - he did - but the fucker didn’t deserve her anyway. He knew he shouldn’t rejoice in another man’s sexual misery, and karma made sure to remind him. As Y/N fell asleep, he kept on tossing and turning. For one, he wasn’t really tired anymore - somehow, being woken up at 2AM fucks up your sleep schedule. Secondly, seeing her all hot and bothered had him all hot and bothered. He could make fun of her all he wanted, but he hadn’t had any action in a while either. He probably would have if he hadn’t blown it up with Nicole, though.

Y/N encouraged him to patch things up with her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. After realizing his feelings for Y/N were far too strong, dating Nicole seemed stupid. Years ago, he definitely would have used her to get over his feelings, but that wasn’t exactly the man he wanted to be. So he did the “right” thing to do : he sent flowers and apologized for lacking empathy being an ass, but decided not to see her anymore. Thankfully, none of his friends knew he was dating, so he didn’t have to explain his change of heart to anybody except Y/N. She didn’t understand at first but she ended up leaving him alone on the matter.

He took a look at her as he tried to fall asleep. She was really cute and the sight brought a smile to his face. She seemed to sleep peacefully - at least for now - and he hoped she wouldn’t have any nightmares. He kissed the top of her head and cuddled with her before closing his eyes. He almost went to sleep when he heard her moan. Not an unusual sound since she kept on having these awful dreams. He almost woke her up when he heard something unexpected : his name.

Marshall…, she moaned. Harder.

Was she having a dream… about him ? He was about to shake it off when she moaned again. He had absolutely no clue as to what he was supposed to do. Leave ? Wake her up ? He thought about letting her enjoy her dream but as her moans got deeper, he felt as if he was about to go crazy. To make matters worse, she was squirming. She always moved when she slept but now, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Honey, wake up, he whispered as he gently shook her arm and turned on the little lamp on the nightstand.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, flustered. She sat up and he could see her nipples poking through her tee-shirt. This woman was going to be the death of him and he knew it.

Are you alright ? She asked in a small voice.

Are you ? He asked as he couldn’t keep himself from smirking.

At that point, it was second nature to him. He had to tease her about it. Anyone would do the same if they were laying in bed with a beautiful woman having a wet dream about them, right ? She looked at him and he could tell that she knew he heard her. She said absolutely nothing, though.

So… sweet dreams ? He chuckled.

She was biting her lip, looking away. She looked incredibly hot and it took everything he had not to jump on her this minute. Plus, he didn’t want to trigger her, obviously. Not to lie, he was having a huge fucking ego boost, knowing it was him who had her in this state. Not Josh. Not anyone else. Him. As seconds went by, the silence was starting to become heavy. They were both horny, it was painfully obvious. She was looking down, obviously uncomfortable.

Look at me, he said softly, coaxing her chin in his direction.

Her beautiful eyes seemed lost in a haze. Her pupils were dilated and her chest was heaving. She seemed to be in some state.

What did you dream about ? He asked.

Y-You, she whispered in a husky voice.

I didn’t ask who, I asked what, he said softly, his hand still on her cheek. Care to describe ?

She opened her mouth but no sound came out. He chuckled softly, amazed at the effect he was having on her. He could definitely get high on this feeling. He grazed her bottom lip with his thumb. It was swollen from the biting. All he wanted was to kiss her. He brought his face slightly closer to her. They were staring into each other’s eyes. He traced her features with his fingers : her cheekbones, her jaw, the curve of her neck…

Marshall, she whispered.

Tell me to stop, he said.

But she didn’t. Instead, she brought her hand to his face and cupped his cheek. It was soft, intimate and unexpectedly sexy. Her breathing was heavy and so was his. He couldn’t resist her anymore. He captured her lips in a soft kiss. His heart was pounding. For a quarter of a second, he feared that she would push him away, slap him or run away from him. But she kissed him back. Thank God. Their kisses were delicate and soft, but they could both feel the passion brewing in each other. He gently bit her lip, causing her to moan.

Tell me about your dream, baby, he said in a husky voice. Describe it for me.

Y-You were…behind me and… I was in your arms, she said. Spooning.

Her voice was breathy and her eyes were closed. He kissed her gently and grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers.

What else ? He asked.

You were hum… kissing my neck… and biting it, she whispered.

I know how much you love neck kisses baby, he whispered in her ear. Can I kiss your neck ?

Yes, she muttered, almost pleading.

He smiled and gently got her hair out of the way before planting soft kisses on her neck, in that soft spot he knew she had. This caused her to whimper, much to his satisfaction. She ran her fingers through his hair, maintaining his head where it was. He chuckled and gently bit her neck.

Tell me more about your dream, honey, he commanded.

You were pounding in me, she said hoarsely.

Was it good ? He asked.

So good.

He kissed her neck again. He was dying to make her his, but he didn’t want to rush her. He just wanted her to enjoy the moment. He could tell she needed some release.

How about you show me how good it was, baby ? He suggested.

W-What ? She asked shyly.

Touch yourself for me, honey, he said before kissing her shoulder.

He knew he probably shouldn’t ask her to do that. But in this instant he absolutely didn’t care. He was burning for her and he could feel her desire. They were looking at each other, as if they were high. She nodded and began running her hands on her body, on top of her clothes. She was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts. She closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the sensations. One of her hands went to her breasts, stroking and pinching her nipples, while the other rubbed her thigh. Apparently, it was enough for her breathing to accelerate. This was the sexiest thing he had thing in a while. He was so hard it was almost painful. This view was both a blessing and a curse. He needed to touch her. He gently cupped her cheek and she leaned into his touch while she kept on touching herself, her hand going from her thigh to her pussy.

I want to hold you, he said softly. Can I ?

She nodded softly, her eyes still closed. He settled behind her. He took her in his arms while she rested between his legs, still busy with herself. Her head was resting on his shoulder as he traced the features of her angel face. Eventually,her hands got underneath her clothes.

You can just take them off, baby, he whispered.

Once again, she said nothing. Only sweet moans were escaping her lips. However, she seemed to agree, as she removed her tee-shirt and her shorts. She spread her legs a little and rubbed her clit, which made her whine. He kissed her temple while his fingers were gently tracing circles on her shoulder. Her moans got louder when she inserted a finger inside her pussy. He knew she was soaking wet and it was making him ever hornier. He knew how good it felt to be inside of her.

Does it feel good, baby ? He asked in her ear.

Yes, she moaned before inserting a second finger.

He spilled kisses in her neck while she fingered herself, determined to see how loud he could make her moan.

Come for me, babygirl, he whispered.

I can’t, she replied in a croaky voice.

Do you want me to help you ? He asked softly.

She stopped what she was doing and turned to him and looked at him in anticipation. She looked shy. He placed a tender kiss on her lips and stroked her cheek.

I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to, baby, I promise, he said.

Ok, she whispered.

Ok what ? He asked in order to make sure he wasn’t misunderstanding anything.

You can… help me.

He kissed her again. He felt so proud that she trusted him enough. All he wanted was for her to feel safe. He grabbed her hand and gently sucked her fingers, enjoying her taste. He removed his tee-shirt so that he could feel her skin against his.

Come here, he said as he put her in a spoon position. Take my hand and show me what you want, baby.

They were comfortably laying in bed, cuddling while he kissed her neck. She grabbed his hand and put it on her breast. He could feel her heart pounding. He gently pinched her nipple, causing her to moan and arch her back against him, no doubt feeling how hard he was through his sweatpants. He did it again, a bit harder, while he bit her neck. She started grinding her ass against him, still in the spoon position, driving him crazy with each one of her hip movements. He gently put his hand on her hip, stopping her.

Hold on, babygirl, he chuckled. You’re driving me crazy here. Let’s focus on you for a bit, alright ?

It was true : he wanted to focus his attention on her. She chuckled softly and grabbed his hand again. They interlaced their fingers.

Can you… touch me ? She whispered.

Anything you want, honey, he replied with a smile.

He gently cupped her sex, feeling how wet she was. His palm was against her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance.

Is this what you want, baby ? He asked in a husky voice.

Yes, she moaned. Please, Marshall.

He pressed his hand harder and inserted two fingers in her as she let out a gasp. She was squirming against him, rocking her hips in sync as he was moving his wrist. At first, his movements were slow. He wasn’t in a rush anyway. Plus, the last thing he wanted was to trigger her or hurt her.

Are you alright ? He asked carefully.

Yes, she moaned. It’s good.

He buried his face in her neck as he went a bit faster. Her moans became a lot deeper and he could tell she was about to come. He accelerated the movements of his head and she let out a small cry as he felt her walls clench on his fingers. Her whole body seemed to contract before relaxing altogether.

Oh God, she whispered.

Did you like it, honey ? He asked with a smile - already knowing the answer.

Yes, she softly giggled before burying her face in the pillow.

He gently turned her so that she could face him, so that he could see her beautiful face. She looked relaxed and happy, though still hazy.

You’re so beautiful, he said. I want to kiss you. May I ?

Instead of replying, she kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around her as their tongues found each other. It was a deep, ardent kiss. Their legs were tangled together, as their arms were clutching at each other’s body.

I think… I want you, she whispered shyly.

Are you sure baby ? He asked softly. You don’t have to.

I’m sure, she whispered. Just… be gentle ?

Of course, love, he said. How do you want it ?

Spoon ? She asked with a little smile.

He chuckled. She seemed to enjoy this position. It wasn’t particularly his favorite, but he was happy to indulge. There was something about it that was soft and intimate, which he had to admit was enjoyable. He removed his sweatpants and boxers and they resumed the spooning position. He slowly positioned himself at her entrance and he felt her tense up.

Are you sure, honey ? I swear we don’t have to…

Yes, she said hoarsely. I want you. And I trust you.

He kissed her temple and entered her. She let out a groan and he froze for a second. However, she relaxed and he took it as his cue to start moving. He was thrusting slowly while peppering her face with soft kisses, holding her in his arms. He started to gently explore her body with his hands, making sure she was ok with every move. He teased her nipples with one hand and stroked her clit with the other.

Faster, she begged. I’m… so close…

He happily obliged and started to thrust faster, going deeper as well. He felt her clench around him again, slightly jerking as they both reached climax. He buried his face in her neck while they were both panting, gasping for air. He grabbed her hand and held her close to his body.

Are you alright ? He asked after a few minutes.

Yes, she said softly. Are you ?

Absolutely, he said.

She turned to face him. She had such a pretty face and reaching orgasm definitely gave her a nice glow. He chuckled as he cupped her face with his hand.

God, I’m so in love with you, he said.

He didn’t even think twice before saying it. It felt natural to him. Before he could catch himself, he saw the soft smile of Y/N turn into an expression of shock.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons #recovery fanfiction

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a-d-nox · 4 months ago

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lenormand cards: key phrases and an example of a card combo (part 2)

this is just a beginners guide to the lenormand. these are key phrases that come to mind when i think of the cards - NOT how they should be directly applied. they needs to be thought about situationally - the card / when it is in specific combos can change or alter its meaning in a reading.

child: innocence, nativity, spontaneity, seeing only the good in people, carefree attitude, an actually child, smallness, newness, beginnings, playing, immaturity, etc.

child + heart = young love, blind devotion, puberty, just happy to be around others, small joys in life, parallel play, nostalgia, an olive branch, etc.

fox: plotting, protection, security, stealth, deviousness, treachery, manipulation, deception, trickery, loyalty, work, routine, obligation, responsibility, duty, cons, etc.

fox + child = white lies, feigning ignorance/innocence, impulsive actions based on opportunity, pretending to be better than you are, avoiding responsibilities, etc.

bear: defensive, fierceness, resourcefulness, power, strength, courage, protection, maturity/matriarchy, stability, security, management, finances, investments, income, possessions, diet, food, etc.

bear + fox = protective yourself, a fierce loyalty, seven of swords energy, white collar crime, savings account, etc.

stars: peacefulness, tranquility, guidance, direction, happiness, hope, encouragement, perseverance, confidence, etc.

stars + bear = protecting your peace, the power of ones mindset, seeing a way out of the red / debt, etc.

stork: esteem, admiration, respect, babies, fertility, fruitfulness, productivity, birth, renewal, change, movement, new job, new home, new person in your life, extra money, improvements, pregnancy, adoption, new activity, new projects, progress, advancement, renovations, evolution, etc.

stork + stars = good self-esteem, becoming pregnant soon, encouragement from the universe to get a new job, don't lose hope in a project/task, etc.

dog: best friend, companionship, protection, loyalty, fidelity, guidance, sincerity, partnership, acquaintanceship, therapist, boyfriend/girlfriend, an affair, advisor, doctor, reliability, etc.

dog + stork = your best friend is pregnant, meeting a new friend, renewal of vows, a reliable new source of income, real estate agent, taking things to the next level in a relationship, etc.

tower: shelter, protection, confinement, imprisonment, government, corporation, judicial system, military, guarding, ego, ambition, isolation, guidance, schools, law, hospitals, high self-esteem, condos, movie theaters, office building, mall, airports, chain businesses, legal matters, bureaucracy, etc.

tower + dog = a sheltered friend, a friend you protect, roommate, an egotistical friend, water cooler encounters at the workplace, needing to visit the doctor for testing, etc.

garden: courting, public gatherings, harmony, beauty, relaxation, birthday parties, concert, play, movies, restaurants, public/private occasions, reunions, conferences, seminars, meetings, crowds, audiences, celebrations, abundance, etc.

garden + tower = little to no dating experience, solitude, hotel stay, movie theater, cafeteria, airport reunions, a convention, etc.

mountain: immobility, resistance, standing still, endurance, blockage, obstacles, what must be overcame, challenges, delays, interruptions, burdens, postponement, procrastination, remoteness, faraway retreats, etc.

mountain + garden = stage fright, an enduring relationship, social anxiety, social burden, secrets, a rain date for an event, etc.

crossroads: options, choices, free will, multiple directions, doubts, hesitation, double lives, cheating, etc.

crossroads + mountain = analysis paralysis, the many ways to overcome an obstacle, challenges within a relationship ("where do we go from here"), etc.

mice: sickness, fast, smart, group work, damage, reproduction, stress, worry, restlessness, agitation, palpitations, anxiety, nervousness, apprehension, tension, fatigue, lost items, small problems, tediousness, repetitiveness, excitement, eagerness, agitation, etc.

mice + crossroads = options of treatment, anxiety, paranoia, worrying about doing the wrong thing or picking the wrong choice, decision fatigue, etc.

heart: love, passion, devotion, affection, emotions, connections with others, appreciation of others, happiness, joy, contentment, satisfaction, fulfillment, gratification, peace, harmony, delight, pleasure, enjoyment, kindness, charity, generosity, hospitality, feelings, desires, fondness, intentions, fidelity, etc.

heart + mice = heart break, a wave of emotions, instant gratification, manifesting, etc.

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bugsysaboy · 1 year ago

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Kite Headcanons <3

ALRIGHT THIS ONE IS FOR MY FELLOW KITE STANS!!! all 5 of us!!!!

No content warnings, sfw

-has the worst appetite known to man /hj

-he usually just eats soup

-he can easily be thrown off by the texture of certain foods (certified jello hater!)

-although, honestly, if he's hungry enough he'll eat anything.

-autism be damned, my boy can work a grill campfire.

-anxious as FUCK in restaurants. He's too awkward to order and will just s t a r e for too long unintentionally at the waitstaff.

-also will be awkward about starting his meal and will just hork it down when no one is looking. (Look, he grew up on the streets, eating fast so no one takes his food is just a hold over.)

-REALLY GOOD CANDID PHOTOS BUT DO NOT ASK THIS MAN TO POSE! HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING!

-you know that meme that's the person doing the half a heart with their hand and the other person has a thumbs up? ...yeah.

-ACTUALLY THAT BEING SAID he's really handsome when caught off guard, but when he's actually engaging in conversation with someone he's kinda funny looking? Like he'll suddenly be aware of how he's carrying himself and maintaining eye contact and he will over correct.

-This man has no game!!! This man can neither pull nor flirt! 29 years old and even the idea of holding hands gets him flustered.

-on top of this if he's romantically interested in someone he's really prone to just avoiding them.

-KITE AND CRAZY SLOTS IS JUST MANZAI! KITE IS THE STRAIGHT MAN AND CRAZY SLOTS IS THE FUNNY MAN! KITE SAYING "ah, bad roll" AND GRIPING ABOUT CRAZY SLOTS IS JUST A BIT TO HIM! HE THINKS IT'S HILARIOUS BUT NOBODY SEES THIS.

-dad jokes and puns all day everyday

-also he can actually be pretty chatty, like don't get me wrong when he's really focused he'll probably just shut up but during downtime? Around a campfire? He loves to spin a yarn or talk about his work.

-He also loves to hear about what others are passionate about!

-gets a general feel for people really quickly- he'll open up to people he gets good vibes off of pretty fast, but others he's more iffy on he may keep things cordial. This can, however, lead to snap judgements about people that might not be always correct.

-excellent pickpocket, now that he has a stable income through being a hunter he won't use this ability often...

-okay might do it to prank someone

-...or humble them.

-Met Ging when he was 15 and Ging was 18

-if he sets an alarm he somehow always manages to wake up just before it goes off

-hammock conoisseur 😌

-if he was in the real world he'd be Russian. (This is literally just based off of vibes and some edit an artist made of Kite running to Russian hardbass.)

-thinks it's really funny to say "have you considered..." to someone and when they ask him to elaborate he just says "...just... have you considered."

-loves sunflowers, loves sunflower seeds

-likes to keep a spare scarf handy in case someone needs it

-makes the crazy slots noise when he's really trying to concentrate

-favorite candy is saltwater taffy

-I like to imagine that he got the idea for crazy slots because of a boardwalk carnival in the town he grew up in. The carnies knew that Kite could win any of the games they had, no matter how rigged, it was uncanny.

-...probably used the plushies he won as pillows, maybe with the smaller ones he'd let his dogs play with.

-AND YES, HIS DOGS ALL HAD NAMES. ALEXEI, BORIS, SERGEI, PUSHKIN, FYODOR JUST TO NAME A FEW

-Favorite author is Dovstoevsky

-legitimately does not remember where he got his hat from, it's just kinda always been there, you know?

-he's not super focused on material goods and he doesnt really like receiving gifts (exceptions are made for anything handmade or a really cool rock.)

-...call him pretty and he'll fold

#hxh headcanons #kite hxh #hxh kite #hxh kite headcanons #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh kaito #kaito hxh #hunter x hunter headcanons

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thesmpisonfire · 1 year ago

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okay im here with actual headcanons this time, no misclicks fortunately

soulfire

bad is the pillow of the group because even while freezing cold he's still somehow the warmest, so he is buffered by the whole team. he's always got an arm around someone (usually pac), wings covering as many people as he can and tail wrapped around anyone farther away. pac, tubbo and tina are usually the ones situated close to him

tina and bad are usually the ones make food or drinks that aren't alchoholic. tina obviously brews a bunch of tea during the day and theres not a lot of food but they make do with the crops and resources they have. now that the greens have merged, forever helps out now too as well as fit!

since they couldn't go home before the bounty hunting nerfs, everybody still managed to flock to each other. or at least anyone who wasnt being tracked. and when it was finally time for every to rest, they all curled up in a hole and made it as warm as possible for the new wolves joining them

they have a specific corner for sleeping in and, once everyone is awake or those who aren't can be moved, tina always makes sure that the bedding is fixed. now she has bagi to help her :]

pachalo

because i can never stop thinking about it: bad's collar was handmade by pac but was originally a bit of a joke gift considering the joke about bad being soulfire's guard dog. unbeknownst to the rest of the team, bad wears it constantly underneath his bandanna, expertly hidden. pac's the only one who knows and teases bad lightly for it

before purgatory there were very few people who got to see bad's hair, much less be able to touch it. but now the list of people allowed to touch it has pac added to it

bad likes to rest his head on pac's chest to hear his heartbeat, to make sure he's alive and to pick up on nightmares. he's very careful of where he puts his horns

fitpachalo

fit sometimes, mostly when they've exhausted their energy, bridal carries bad or pac back to base to get proper rest. this happens less with bad cus he's cautious of his energy. the first time it happened though it spooked him completely awake because he was so flustered, pac laughed at him (albiet very sleepily)

considering bad and pac are the more teasing by nature, they make it just a tiiiny bit of a game to see who can fluster fit more. pac is usually the winner 9 times out of 10

when bad gets growly, fit is the only other team member aside from maybe tubbo who's allowed to come near pac. the downside of this is that bad proceeds to get growly over fit as well. -screamingallium

YEAAAA

Under read more bc it got long :]

About the soulfire one where they can't go back home and have to huddle together somewhere, there's actually a secret nook in Soulfires old farm!! Bad made some ghost dirt blocks and hid a small room with emergency chests and a fireplace in case of need. They all huddle there when they can't be safe at home <3

ALSO YEAAAA SLEEP CORNER. At first the new members from green find it weird that they're that rich but all sleep together on a bunch of mattresses and pillows, but soon they notice its because they feel safer and comfier and warmer (even if it's just an illusion) when they sleep on a pile <3

Now to pachalo.

Omg the fucking leash thingnsnfnekgsocksfm yesyes. They know this thing will only last 2 weeks and they're gonna get freaky with it‼️‼️ pac doesn't mind bad being the mad dog but he loves to tease and wait for when bad gets too blood thirsty and he goes "don't make me leash you, bad"

It usually makes bad worse :]

Hgghhhhhh okay so in brazil we have a word called cafuné, cafuné is when you caress/play/scritches someone's hair with lots of care. Pac making cafuné on Bad and listening to him purr <3

Also aaaa bad making sure pac is alive and he will stay alive the entire night... The fear something will take Pac away from him on his sleep bc nothing is sacred in Purgatory

FITPACHALO FITPACHALO

Bad being a flustered mess when Fit just YOINKS him is such an imagery. He immediately tries to squirm away like a cat but eventually gives up

Pac is the KING of making Fit flustered, but Bad and Fit tag team to make Pac a flustered mess

Those are HIS humans (or partially humans) NOW!!! GET AWAY!!!

#qsmp #fitpachalo #fitpac #team soulfire

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meraki24601 · 1 year ago

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Thief Version 2

Whumptober day 24. Remember how I said there was a second version of Thief? Yeah, this is it. This time the prompt is neglect. The set up here is the same, but the rest is different.

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Villain glared at the security camera footage. They had watched the hooded figure steal from their store over and over again. Something about them was so familiar. The way they held themselves was drenched in shame, but the determined set of their shoulders struck Villain in a way that held them captive to the screen.

Beyond the familiarity of the thief, Villain was shocked at the skill with which they stole from the decently guarded store. Villain had opened three stores in town, and the one the thief had chosen was the oldest and least protected. They had taken advantage of every blind spot. There were only about ten seconds of footage of the person. They walked into an aisle and left with arms full of water, crackers, dog food, and a blanket.

The obvious answer was a homeless person trying to survive. That’s what the stolen items suggested. Yet, they had moved so efficiently and skillfully. It seemed almost as if they knew where the cameras were. Their face stayed hidden the entire time.

A phone call startled Villain from their thoughts. The manager assisting Villain with the footage answered, their eyes widening in shock. “The thief is back.” Villain was out the door before the manager had finished talking.

They found the Thief sneaking out of the pet aisle, arms wrapped tightly around a dog bed and a gallon of water. Villain watched as they moved through the store, taking notes of where they dodged out of sight of the cameras. Much to Villain’s surprise, the thief moved through the store quickly despite the limp that seemed even worse. Once again struck by the familiarity of the figure in front of them, Villain followed the figure out of the store and grabbed their arm before they could run as they had before.

“You chose the wrong store.” Villain tightened their grip on the thief’s arm and dragged them around the side of the building. The hooded figure dropped the supplies in their arms to tear at Villain’s hand. The small gasps and whimpers seeping from the hood as their bad leg gave out made Villain flinch. They had heard that sound before. They knew who it was they held.

“So the hero has become the thief.” Villain gripped the hood covering Hero’s face and ripped it back so hard it started to tear off the jacket. “Do you know what would happen if word got out you were stealing?”

“Let me go.” Hero’s voice was broken. Their words were strong, but they sounded so defeated. Villain had never seen them so low.

“You claim to be so righteous. You fight against me and my team, but when all is said and done, you’re just like the rest of us.” Villain slammed Hero against the wall of the building. Their hand held them in place at the base of Hero’s throat. “How can you live with yourself? You’ve killed people for doing what you’ve just done. Twice! You’re lower than I could have ever imagined. Pathetic.”

“Let me go.” A tear fell onto Villain’s hand.

“Look at you. You can’t even walk right, can you?” Villain’s lip curled as they pressed harder.

This time, Hero pushed them back. “Because you threw me out a window! I lost everything because of you. Are you happy now? You won, and everyone turned against me. So many people died. First, the Hero Agency refused to give me medical care, then the other heroes threw me out of my home, and now the media has turned against me. I’ll never be able to find a job again. All I have left is my dog, and he’s dying because he was attacked by a pack of street dogs trying to kill me while I slept in an alley.” The fight left Hero’s body, and they collapsed into Villain’s arms. “You win, Villain. I have nothing left. You win.”

Villain nearly fell under the sudden weight. They had heard through the underground that Hero was on a losing streak, but they never suspected it would be this bad. Once they gathered themselves they realized Hero didn’t weigh nearly as much as they used to. The window incident had been nearly a week ago and they hadn’t been this light then. Though, now that Villain thought about it, they had been able to throw their nemesis surprisingly easily. “So you are homeless.”

“No one wants a hero who can’t save people.” Hero’s tears soaked through the collar of Villain’s shirt. “It was over the moment your bomb went off.”

Bomb? Villain hadn’t been involved with any incidents involving a bombing for nearly two months. They had uncovered new evidence against the Hero Agency, revealing they had been working with terrorists. They brought in bombers and bad guys to cause problems that the heroes at the agency would then “solve.” Of course, once Villain started working on a plan to reveal the information, a traitor gave them all away. The next day, Villain’s apartment building had been bombed. Hero had attacked them on the roof’s garden, and Villain fought them to keep them away from their base. If they had known about the bombs when Hero first attacked…

“They said I was working with you.” Hero swayed in Villain’s arms, pushing themselves up to look Villain in the eyes, “They said our battles weren’t real. That I was a traitor. When they revealed my identity, I thought you were going to kill me.”

“Hero, they revealed your identity?” How had they not known about this? Sure, they were bad at keeping track of the news, but their sidekicks generally kept them up to date. Villain’s head whipped up, searching the alley and the roofs of the surrounding buildings. If other villains knew who Hero was, they would be hunting them down. Not all villains were trying to change things for good reasons. “When?”

“The day after the bombing.”

“Hero, how are you still alive?”

“Luck, if you can call it that.” Hero shoved Villain away. Their eyes were empty as they stared over Villain’s shoulder. “Are you going to kill me, Villain? I don’t think I’d have the strength to stop you if you tried. Not anymore.” Hero’s eyes darted to Villain’s face, searching for something, “Don’t think I’ve given up being a hero. I will never stop fighting against the people who want to hurt others. Even if it means my life, I won’t let you hurt any of the innocent people in that store.”

When Hero started to stand, using the wall behind them for support, Villain let them. They watched closely as Hero rose to their full height, something they hadn’t seen them do in a while. They had fought three or four times since Villain’s apartment had been destroyed. Villain hadn’t gone easy on them. Even so, after everyone they had relied on turned against them, Hero was still willing to fight if it meant protecting someone else.

Villain stood, “When was the last time you took a shower, Hero?”

Laughter filled the alley, “Really? That’s the best insult you could come up with?”

“It’s not an insult. It’s a question. When was the last time you showered and ate a full meal? When was the last time you slept without fear?” Villain rested their hand on the wall next to Hero’s head. Standing tall they were nearly a foot taller than the little Hero, and they pressed closer, boxing their nemesis in.

Hero flinched. They never flinched.

“I didn’t set the bomb, Hero. I wouldn’t blow up my own home.” Villain wrapped their free arm around Hero’s waist as their legs gave out from under them. “The bomb was meant to kill me. It was set by terrorists Hero Agency smuggled into the city.”

Hero cried out as Villain reached to touch a growing red spot on Hero’s side. “I might have given you the limp, but this wasn’t me. Lay down. Let me see.”

To Villain’s surprise, Hero didn’t struggle as they were laid down and their wounds were revealed. Their eyes were dull and glazed as they stared through Villain. Every so often, their mouth would open and close as if they were trying to speak, but no sound came out.

Finally, as Villain worked to remove a filthy bandage from Hero’s leg, Hero spoke. Their voice was gravely with unshed tears but strong. “They were trying to get rid of me. I was a scapegoat from the first time they sent me to fight you.” Hero smacked Villain’s hands away and yanked the bandage off themselves. “I have one final request, if I may.”

Villain simply nodded and examined the now bleeding wound.

“Save my dog? You don’t have to keep him. You can take him to the pound or something, but give him a chance to make it out of this? He’s behind the dumpster next to Mckinsey’s Dress Shop.”

Villain nodded again, this time standing and walking back into the store. They made a quick call for someone to collect the dog and bring them a car, then gathered some bandages and slipped back out into the alley. Just as they thought, Hero was right where they had left them.

Eyelids drooping and teeth chattering in the cold air, Hero shuffled back slightly before seeming to recognize Villain. They stood on shaky legs and shifted into a fighting position. “I’m ready. Do me a favor, and don’t hold back. I want my last battle to be what people remember, not my failure in the past.”

Villain didn’t stop their cautious march toward their wounded enemy. One step at a time, they inched closer, giving their man on the roof the signal when they were just about within arm’s reach. The marksman’s aim was true, and Hero would have fallen to their knees if Villain hadn’t caught them. “You can’t die yet, little Hero. You don’t know the whole truth yet. Come. I’m going to take care of you, and you’re going to learn just why it is I fight.”

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Version 2 Part 2

#whumptober 2023 #no.24 #neglect #oc #whump fic #villain x hero #hero #villain #homeless #stealing #framed #whump ideas #this time hero has a dog because it was easier lol

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kawaiichibiart · 4 months ago

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I'm still fleshing it out, but here's what I got so far for my new PRSK AU:

It's called Shelter. Because of animal shelters, a place of protection, and the song (I'm very specifically thinking about the Vocaloid and UTAU chorus version ↓)

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The idea so far is that for the past decade or two, there's been an illegal experiment going on where this group of "scientists" collect kids with the intent on turning them into animals. The majority of these kids were kidnapped while on their way to school, from parks, even from their bedrooms. And others were sold to them by their parents as a form of punishment.

Of course, after years of tests and experiments to see how far their animal instincts can go, some of these kids were able to escape.

Rui, Akito and Mafuyu were the fastest in the group who escaped and thus were able to help get more kids out. In total, eleven of them were able to escape:

Rui, Akito, Honami and Minori (who were turned into dogs)

Airi (who was turned into a cat)

Shizuku and Mafuyu (who were turned into rabbits)

Kohane (who was turned into a snake)

Emu and Mizuki (who were turned into birds)

and

Ichika (who was turned into a spider)

Everyone else was caught before they could escape.

The ones who did are planning how to get everyone else out. But a hurdle hits them when Mizuki and Emu, who were able to fly back and hide from sight, overheard that the other kids were being separated and sent to different labs. Having them all together proved to be an error since a massive breakout had happened and some managed to escape. Having them in smaller groups means less kids to focus on. Less kids to focus on means the people guarding them can keep a closer eye on them. And if another breakout occurs, everyone who tries to escape will be put into lockdown. No food. No water. Just them in a dark room until whoever's in charge decides they've learned their lesson.

With that in mind, they become more determined to help free the other kids from that prison.

Slowly, but surely, they're able to do so. It's dangerous and they have had times were they were only able to save one or two kids.

The ones who were saved were taken to Shelter, a sanctuary made by Mizuki's and Emu's sisters who were both grateful when the younger girls returned home. The two, along with the rest of the Otori family and parents of some of the other kids, provided what they could to ensure these kids would be safe and comfortable, especially those who wouldn't return home because they were sold into the experiment (Mafuyu, Toya and Ena).

There are just three more kids they need to save. But while they were able to get everyone else while on they were on the road, these three have almost made it to their new location. So if they want to get them out before they arrive, they have to go fast and they can't stop.

The ones who ultimately go on the last rescue mission are Rui, Akito, Ichika, Mafuyu and Mizuki. Following their plans, they're able to catch up with the van transporting these kids. They were able to quickly subdue the "scientists" and open the van revealing the last three kids. Two boys and a girl. One of the boy and the girl looked alike and the other boy had two toned blue hair. The blue haired boy and the girl were holding onto the other boy as he growled at them. It took them a moment to realize they weren't the "scientists" and a little longer to fully trust them.

And that's what I have so far. Here's some more stuff I plan to add but want to flesh out more:

"Scientists" are in quotes because they aren't scientists. At least either not anymore or they never got the title officially. They call themselves that because they're doing experiments and trying to "discover" something new. It's also to make them seem less threatening whenever they approach a kid with parents around. They lie about the experiment and will switch up their story to appeal to parents. They lie about how well behaved the kids who attended their classes went. How they learned respect and became obedient. Sometimes they just tell the truth: your kid seems to disobey you, wouldn't you think having a way to make them obey would be better?? A way to ensure they never leave you. We can do something for you. For a price, of course.

There is no one specific breed of animal they get experimented as. It's a combination of them, so they're all classed by the basic names (dog, cat, bird, etc.).

Mafuyu's, Toya's, Ena's and Akito's parents all try to see their kids once they escape, but are prohibited from doing so. The only one who can is Mafuyu's dad, but he respects their decision to not see him for the time being. Part of me wants the parents who sold their kids into this illegal experiment to face the consequences, but I'm not sure when to have it happen or how long it should be.

Tsukasa, Saki and Toya were the first group to be taken to the new labs. Because of this they got the furthest out before the others could get to them. While on the road minor experiments were done on them, expanding on the animal instincts they had, which is why Tsukasa ended up growling at them (the rescue group) when they opened the van. To him, the doors opening was always a sign of a threat. A threat he had to face on to ensure Saki and Toya weren't hurt.

Mizuki's sister moved back to Japan as soon as she finished college. Knowing her sister was taken made her want to return home so she could help search. It was during this time she met Hinata Otori, who's sister was also taken. They would end up creating Shelter when the two girls quite literally crashed into the Otori household.

Animal instincts and features vary depending on how long they got experimented on and a bit of Frankenstein-ing. For example, Tsukasa and Saki both have cat eyes (literally and in the sense they can see in the dark), better balance and their hair can puff out (it doesn't stand up right tho), since they were both amongst the first taken, while Akito, who was amongst the last taken, only has a slightly better sense of smell and hearing.

Kohane had the biggest amputation done since she was turned into a snake (she lost both her legs). And while she can get around, it does hurt. She also has a lot more fainting spells due to her instinct to play dead when she gets scared.

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shadowqueenjude · 6 months ago

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For @elucienweekofficial

I had originally intended on posting one part of this each day but I’m too lazy to do that so you’re getting it all in one day. Full fic is here: (link) meanwhile part one fated can be read below:

The Blessed Child

When Elain got home from the market with her sisters, she wrenched the iron bracelet off of her wrist. She hated wearing it, hated pretending like she believed in the same things her sisters did. Nesta and Feyre had always been far too cynical for Elain’s tastes. She knew they thought her naive, and it would only get worse if they realized what she was involved in. But Elain was not a child to be coddled or fought over. If this was a mistake…well they would just have to let her make her own mistakes.

Elain could not believe that all the faeries were merciless and cruel. To write off an entire race of living beings because of what the few did…it was wrong. Perhaps Elain was foolish, but she believed in tabula rusa. God would not grant one race of beings such devastating power and beauty without reason. Elain believed in balances of nature. She pushed up her other sleeve to ensure the silver bracelet was still there.

Elain hardly doubted that it worked to attract the Fae, but it had become a way of identification; whichever humans possessed the silver bracelets were willing to speak to faeries. Contrary to whatever Nesta and Feyre believed, the Children of the Blessed were not all fanatical; it was simply the fanatical ones who went around trying to convert others.

And with the blessed…Elain had a family who understood and appreciated her. Not one that constantly tried to restrict her.

By trying to keep Elain safe, they had only tempted her to be more reckless.

Elain had felt helpless in her own home. She had trained her whole life to be a lady; she did not have basic survival skills. It was Feyre who went out and hunted for them; Nesta, who grew up same as her, still managed to cut wood. Elain, not knowing what else to do, cooked the food. Nesta was lousy at it, and Feyre hadn’t learned at all. But besides that and her pitiful garden with half-dead plants, Elain could do nothing to help her family’s situation.

Until she was approached by the Children of the Blessed. Elain had to confess that she was enamored with the idea of Prythian. All the magic, the food, the faeries…so Elain had braved the journey one day with her friends. She had gone in the middle of the night so that her sisters didn’t notice her missing. Nesta was like a guard dog, always hanging around her as though outsiders could sense weakness in her and draw her out as the loose link.

Only she had returned alive.

Elain was reckless joining the blessed, but she was not so naive as to believe that there were not dangerous faeries out there. Inside her silver bracelet, she kept small ash needles that pushed out of the bracelet strong enough to puncture an artery. They had not killed the faerie that had ambushed them, but it had hindered them enough for Elain to escape. Killing humans was sport to them; they weren’t about to chase after one that had run far away.

Because they had so little food at home, Elain’s head was spinning when she passed out at home. She was sick for days; her family was convinced that Elain had gotten their mother’s typhus.

She was just 16. Nesta 17.

That should’ve kept Elain away, but they had so few pleasures in life; what else was she to do? Be starving and miserable and merely garden and cook all day? Being part of the Children of the Blessed gave her a life, friends, a purpose. It gave her hope. She couldn’t let it go now.

It took her two years, but she finally made it into Prythian. Instantly, her body had felt stronger, as if the magic of the land had filled her with its strength. Mesmerized, she walked slowly across the grass, savoring every step.

She had wandered through Spring until she had been ambushed by several nasty looking Faerie; an enormous humanoid creature with green skin, huge horns and fangs, and lips gleaming with blood.

“You look delicious,” the creature said, smiling. “Your blood will be an excellent addition to my cap.”

Though her heart was beating like a hummingbird, her body was frozen. She knew she had to move, but fear kept her still. She stared at the alien creature, eyes wide, staring her death straight in the face. The creature stalked towards her slowly, enjoying the crippling terror emanating from her.

At last, Elain closed her eyes, awaiting her death. But it didn’t come. She felt no pain. One. Two. She dared to open her eyes, finding the creature’s face turned away from her, eyes narrowed sniffing the air.

Elain didn’t need a faerie’s senses to detect the distinct crackling embers sound and smoke smell in the air. Like a whirlwind, another faerie swung at the goblin-like thing with a sword, flames forming a storm around him. The green faerie struck back, but he would not be able to stop the flames. Within moments, the fiery faerie disarmed the green faerie, burning him to a crisp.

Elain stared at the pile of ashes that remained of the body. Well, that and what looked like a massive tooth. The faerie, who Elain could now see was finely dressed in green and gold armor with red hair tied back with a bow, plucked the tooth from the ash pile, putting it in his pocket. Then he turned to Elain.

Elain didn’t have time to react before everything went black.

When Elain woke up, she was in a bed so soft it felt like she had died and gone to heaven. The sheets were smooth as satin as she pulled them away from herself. She looked down at her body. Her filthy clothes were gone, replaced with silk lavender jammies that barely covered her butt. She blushed. She supposed this was all very Faerie; human modesty was alien here.

Food had been left at her table. Steaming hot, delicious food. Elain inhaled the aromas. Cardanom and cinnamon, pepper and chilis and all sorts of things she could not even name. She devoured the entire meal, complete with a pale pink flower. Elain hesitated, unsure if it was meant to be eaten, but her doubts faded away as soon as she took a small nibble. They didn’t have a distinct taste like the other food. No…this flower tasted like a feeling, like the best memory she had ever had, like the sweetest idea Elain could think of in her head. God did she want more.

But she fell asleep not long after finishing her meal. She dreamt of very strange things, things so vivid she almost believed they were real but for their impossibility. Her sister Feyre, standing in an enormous cave. Stronger, healthier, her face filled with that familiar ferocity Elain saw when she and Nesta squabbled.

“I have come to claim the man I love,” she roared. She glared into the eyes of a faerie that would’ve looked quite ordinary were it not for her ornamentations. A crown with points sharp enough to kill. Kohl rimming her black eyes, necklaces of bones, rings with eyes on them. Deep red claw-like nails that matched her hair. Her skin-tight black dress with a thigh slit that showed off a brutal scar revealing she was no stranger to battle. Her strappy heels looked impossible to walk in. She looked every bit like the nightmarish faerie villains humans were warned about as children.

Standing on her right side was a male who looked as though he hadn’t seen sunlight in ages, with a small slender build, short black hair, violet eyes, and a sensuous mouth tilted upward in a slight smirk. Elain could only describe him as pretty. He was dressed in all black, the only ornamentation the gold border near the collar and the one silver ring on his left hand. He looked happy and well, which meant he must serve Amarantha.

On her left knelt another man in chains. He looked more like what Elain imagined as the High Fae; though he had obviously been abused and starved, his ample size and rugged beauty were evident. His long blonde hair flowed down to his waist. His skin was tanned and flecked with small scars that told Elain that this man was also a warrior. He was wearing a masquerade mask, but Elain could still see his eyes were emerald green, a green she felt as though if she looked too deeply into, she would drown in. When the faerie warrior looked at Feyre and Elain saw the longing in her sister’s blue eyes, she knew this was the man she loved. But how could that be? Didn’t Feyre hate the Fae?

Well, this was a dream. Nothing had to make sense.

Elain saw her sister scream and crumble to the floor as she was tortured, and Elain saw her bones crack and-

The dream shifted. They were once more in that cave, but Feyre looked different now. She looked a lot weaker, a lot more defeated. She was covered in black swirls of body paint; by way of clothing, she had nothing but scraps on. Elain knew her sister; although she was a lot freer with her dressing style than her and Nesta, she would never willingly wear something like that. Elain understood what was happening when she saw who was on her arm. The man with the violet eyes.

He must be escorting her on the demon queen’s behalf, else he seeks his own gain through Feyre by playing both sides. Either way, he was an asshole. Elain watched as Feyre was escorted to a table where her escort hissed something to her. Feyre appeared to refuse a couple of times before her face went blank and she grabbed a cup, gulping it down. Elain screamed at the image, banging her fist on the wall, but she could do nothing. Was it mind control? Had to be; there was no other explanation for what Elain had just saw. Could faeries read minds?

She woke up with a chill going down her spine, once more a meal and an empty room before her. She ate it and fell asleep. The cycle repeated three or four times until she finally managed to stay completely awake.

Elain sighed, running her fingers through her tangled hair. How long had she been going in and out of it? She slipped from the bed, guessing that the door on the other end of the room led to a bathroom.

Her intuition was correct. There was a small white vanity decorated with real mint leaves. The whole room gave off that fresh smell. In a small robin egg blue vase, a bouquet of peach roses sat glowing in the small strip of sunlight peaking through the bathroom window. Elain washed her face in the sink, rinsed her mouth, then delicately braided her hair back; unable to resist, she took one flower and settled it behind her ear.

She then returned to the bedroom, seeking something to cover her legs, feeling bare in what she had on. When she found nothing, she took one of the thin sheets and tied it around her waist.

She was considering leaving the room to explore the place she was in when the door opened in front of her.

“Oh good, you’re finally awake,” a deep voice said. Elain’s entire body went still.

Oh my god…

For a moment, Elain thought she was still dreaming. It was the man who had killed her tormentor.

The man before her was too handsome to be real. He wore a mask much like the man in her dream. She hadn’t noticed it before. One of his eyes was russet while the other had a gold orb in place of an eye. A wicked scar ran from his forehead to his chin. His long, wavy red hair framed his face. He was dressed in a deep blue doublet with silver threading. Such a cruel beauty. When the gold orb whirred, Elain realized…it was a mechanical eye. He could see through it.

“Yes,” Elain said. “Who are you? Where am I? Why did you save me?”

The man only laughed. “You’re far too curious. No wonder you did something so stupid.”

Feeling affronted, Elain glared at him, placing her hands on her hips. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, lady,” he said. “You’re lucky I got to you when I did, sweetheart, otherwise you’d be nothing but blood on another’s trophy. Or you would’ve starved to death and become nothing but a skeleton.”

How insufferable. “I’m starting to think I’d rather be that than listen to you for another moment,” she muttered to herself. To her great surprise, the man laughed. She realized that he had heard her words with his impeccable Fae hearing. “You’re lucky you ran into me and not one of the more temperamental fae,” he drawled. “They would’ve gutted you for such a statement.”

“Yes yes, I am so lucky!” Elain shouted, exasperated. “So allow me to leave and free you from the burden of my company.” Were all faeries this maddening?

The man only smirked. “You’re welcome by the way.”

Elain huffed furiously, moving to stomp out the door when she realized she wasn’t dressed properly. “May I please have proper clothing for my journey, Lord…?”

The faerie rolled his eyes. “The name is Lucien. So modest, you humans,” he tsked. “Very well. I’ll go ask Tamlin.”

Elain slumped back on her bed, rubbing her forehead. The anger had surprised her. She considered herself a very calm, levelheaded person, but she had been ready to fight that redheaded faerie, she was so riled up. She took a deep breath and tried to remember that that man had saved her life.

Lucien returned with a pink and green floral dress surprisingly close to her style. “There you go, princess. Now off you get, before another wicked wicked faerie comes to eat you.”

Elain scowled at Lucien. “Do you have a problem with me?”

Lucien shrugged. “Not exactly. But you clearly don’t know what’s good for you. Joining the Children of the Blessed? Didn’t mommy and daddy warn you to stay away from us faeries?”

Elain said nothing. Lucien chuckled, approaching Elain slowly. “Oh, I get it. Daddy’s little girl, loved and sheltered, wanting to taste the thrills that her father keeps her from. That’s it, isn’t it, princess? You wish to lie with a faerie?”

Elain stared at him in confusion for a few moments before she finally registered what he meant. “I- wha- how dare you suggest-“

Lucien gently laid a finger on her lips, silencing her. “Do not bother with the lies, sweetheart. I cannot blame you, you know; the humans back home can only dream to compare to the likes of us.”

Utterly furious at the audacity of this faerie, Elain smacked her hand across his face. “Faerie pig,” she snapped. Lucien did not get angry or shocked; he merely smirked at her. “That’s more like it, sweetheart.” He moved away from her, walking towards the door, turning back once. “Actually, I forgot; Tamlin insisted you stay with us a few more days to make sure you’re safe and well fed, blah blah blah, he’s sentimental. Sorry, princess; you’re stuck with us a few days longer.”

A few days longer. Huh. Elain would not waste them; she would learn her way around Prythian in the meantime.

“My name is Elain,” she shouted after Lucien, but she wasn’t sure if he was even listening.

#elucien #pro elucien #elucienweek2024

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beigehearts · 2 years ago

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This is a random smut post I was thinking about… was debating posting this on my main since I haven’t been on in so long or on my private account… but anyway.

Two heroes unlikely to be friends, find a shared interest that brings them to work closely together. Had you only noticed the signs sooner, you wouldn’t be in this position. Aren’t you supposed to be a great villain?

Yan!Hawks/Reader/Yan!All Might

CW: violence, murder, animal death, blood, PTSD, gore, drugging, stalking, noncon, breeding, double penetration, size kink, knotting, forced pregnancy (mentioned)

The quirk to pull things from thin air, something not many have inherited. But it’s not like you’re magically creating things, you’re simply pulling items from different points in time and space for whenever and whatever you need. You imagine it as your backpack sort of, it took a long time to expand the size of your magical backpack but you managed to turn it almost into an endless void.

“The villain is here!” A cop yells out and is followed by the pounding of armored footsteps. You have about twenty seconds before they reach you. Todays mission? Freeing a high security prisoner for a high price. Why? You don’t know, and you don’t care. You do a job and get paid.

You touch your pointer and thumb together and feel out the timeline to see who has a thumb print for the lock. No typical guards have it but… the warden does. You pull a pair of bolt cutters from your backpack and find the wardens location, which is in the downstairs office. With a quick snip and a yell that you can hear through the floors, you now have the key to the lock.

You pull the thumb from your backpack and press it against the lock, blood and all. It beeps and turns green, and the door opens up. A monster lays in the corner with a collar and shackles, staring up at you with a blood thirsty grin. You toss the thumb to the monster and it gobbles up the flesh in one bite. You pry off the locks with the jaws of life you have in your backpack and lean down low to the furry ear to whisper,

“Go get ‘em’ Fido.”

With no hesitation the monster jumps to attention, and sprints from the dark cell. Men and women scream as they’re mauled and ripped apart limb by limb. Bullets ricochet off of the creatures fur and fires back at the officers, turning the prison into a giant blood bath.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pick it up, “He’s headed your way. Just having a snack first.” You answer with.

There’s a small chuckle on the other side of the phone, “Very well. I’m depositing the other half of your pay into your account now. Exactly fifty million dollars, and fifty cents.”

“Pleasure doing with business with you.” The line clicks and you drop the phone on the ground, standing up and crushing it beneath your boot heel. There can be no evidence.

You lean down once more and grab the SIM card, pulling out a pair of scissors and snipping it up into pieces.

After your long day you headed home to your luxury apartment and your favorite being in the world, your dog. He’s a big Doberman who always greets you at the door and always wants to cuddle. And on cue, you hear him whimpering before you even enter your apartment. The moment you open the door he starts wagging his butt in the air and drooling everywhere. He follows you around the apartment as you decompress and get ready for bed.

He waits outside of the bathroom door as you shower and brush your teeth, watches you obediently as you pour food in his bowl, and lays down next to you once you settle in bed. The same routine you do every single night. You wrap an arm around him after setting your phone on the nightstand and let out a sigh. You know you’ll never get a peaceful sleep with the horrors that replay in your head every time you close your eyes… but at least you know you’ll get a safe sleep with your beloved Doberman, Kevin.

Your eyes shut, and it begins again, the never ending nightmare. Faces that have been torn apart, blown apart, and pounded in stare back at you. All of the people you’ve murdered with your bare hands. Their eyes judge you in a seething way. When you shut your eyes it’s like where ring another labyrinth with more and more of them. Each time they get closer and closer. If you try to hold your eyes open they force themselves shut as if you have no control. Each time their gazes grow closer.

Until finally, one stands face to face with you. He bends his neck down so that he can get a better look, his eyelids have been burned off and no longer shut, making his gaze that much more intense. His hair has been ripped out at the roots and you remember the man you first murdered. The man who killed your baby sister. While looking at his battered remains of a face strikes terror in you, it also reignites the rage you had once felt.

He leans in closer and the stench of blood assaults your senses. It’s so heavy, the smell of so much iron makes you nauseous. No wait… this isn’t a smell you’re imaging. It’s real.

You jolt up in your bed and sweat trickles down your barely clothed body. Glancing down you notice that your tank top and panties are drenched in sweat. But that smell is what’s worse than this feeling of being on fire. Quickly you move to rest a hand on Kevin but your hand meets the comforters instead. Where did he go?

The bedroom door is wide open, and you never leave that door open. In the doorway is Kevin’s chain collar, only visible by the moonlight between the curtains. It’s as if the collar has been placed there purposefully, to taunt you. The smell was so overwhelming you hadn’t realized that its eerily quiet, so much so that you can hear your own heartbeat. You reach for your phone on the nightstand but that doesn’t seem to be in its place either.

Fuck, you’re going to have to go out there. All you can do is find something to protect yourself. You’re a well trained and skilled fighter so why are you so scared right now? You stand from your bed quietly and reach into your backpack, grabbing a pistol with a silencer on it, already loaded. You’d be an idiot if you weren’t prepared while being in the line of work you are.

You hold it straight out, arm slightly bent, finger on the trigger and ready to fire. You approach the door and peek around the corner to look in the hall. No one’s in the hall and all of the bedroom doors are shut. As you tip toe through the hall and out the stairs that overlook your living room, the stench of blood gets stronger.

Taking your first step down the stairs you make sure to disperse your wait as evenly as possible to avoid making noise. But your efforts are futile when your toes step in something thick, wet, and warm. You slip down the stairs and tumble all the way to the bottom until your back collided with the wall and knocks all of the air from your lungs.

Still holding the gun tightly you gasp for air and try to focus your gaze through the haze and dizziness. The back of your head and your entire spine screams in pain but you can’t just lay here. You try to stand up, slipping in the process but managing to get to your feet. Why is there so much of this liquid in the floor? You bring your hand to your face to examine the liquid… why is there so much blood in your home?

You reposition so you can shoot on sight now and walk more carefully. There’s nobody here, and not a single sound to guid you… only a blood trail leading you to the dining room. Turning the corner you see something worse than any nightmare you’ve ever had.

Laying on the table, is Kevin. But you don’t even need to check if he’s alive, because he’s been disemboweled. His intestines trails from his stomach and onto the ground, organs slowly slipping out on a blood trail. What absolute monster would touch your dog? What fucking monster? You’re going to have their head on a pla-

There’s only the sound of a tiny gust of wind from behind you, but you’re far too slow to turn around and face it. Two large arms wrap around you, joined by a pair of large red wings. In less than the blink of an eye, you’re sitting on the couch, held against your assailant. One of your assailants.

Before you can even try to lift your hand with the pistol, the man’s hand grips yours tightly until you hear something crack. But you’d never give the satisfaction of screaming, and instead, drop the gun. It’s not like you don’t have more.

You begin moving your fingers to press your thumb and pointer together but he’s still faster. His large hand grips your thumb, tugging on it loud with a loud popping sound. In less than thirty second he had effectively dislocated the thumb that controls your quirk in its entirety. Not even police had figured that out yet… these assailants have done their research.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when a large shadow envelops you. You look up, feeling your heart pound when you see who has taken part in the ambush of your home. “You are mighty intelligent. I have to give it you.” His voice is deep with a bass that resonates in your chest.

Voice trembling, you manage, “Why are you here All Might?”

He chuckles and leans down on one knee, still managing to be a good half a foot taller than you and he whispers, “Did you not hear me on the news? I said I’d be coming for you, the shadow of the night.”

He stands back up and your gaze follows, he sighs and crosses his arms, “I never thought I’d have such a hard time just finding a villain. You take a lot of precaution in hiding your identity. And your operations are so fast, that you’re just a shadow in the night…”

The man holding you who had been so quiet you’d almost forgotten he was, leans in close and whispers, “You underestimated how fast a hawk can be.”

The pounding in your chest starts up again and finally your fight or flight response kicks in. Adrenaline rushes through your veins and you quickly try to find a solution. With adrenaline pumping you won’t feel pain, so you’ll just force yourself to touch your thumb to your finger.

You smash your hand into the side of your thigh, pressing the tips of your fingers together and producing a knife. The only weapon that can get you out of a situation like this. You dig the blade deep into the hero’s thigh and he hisses out in pain, not budging. Once you manage to get your blade out you go in for another stab but you’re stopped in your tracks.

A large hand grabs your wrist and the other grips your pointer finger and thumb in one hand, you’re unable to even think about pulling out another weapon because the gaze of all might puts your body into so much panic that you freeze.

“You can pull out all the weapons you want.” His voice gets lower, “You’ll never be able to escape us.” In just a moment, he quickly pulls your thumb and finger all the way back, there’s a loud crack and with every single millimeter of those bones broken, you can’t help but let out a cry.

You’ve never felt something so painful. To have a gunshot wound is one thing, but to have every single spot in multiple bones completely shattered is something unimaginable. It’s as if they’ve been ground into a dust.

“Obviously she isn’t going to behave, she stabbed me for fucks sake.” Hawks says to the larger man as you waver in and out of consciousness.

“I guess you’re right, and she’ll probably wake up pretty quickly if she passes out like this.”

With the okay now, the man holding you quickly grabs a plastic baggy with a cloth in it, pulls it out and presses it firmly against your nose and mouth, with your one free and you try to rip his hand off of you but with your useless fingers waving around like limp sausages, it’s no use.

The drugs the cloth has been doused in kicks in not too long after, engulfing you in a warm sleep, one without nightmares.

Head is pounding… body searing in pain… and you can’t feel your fingers. You peel your eyes open that have been crusted shut and analyze your surroundings. You’re on a strangely large bed with large comforters on top of you. The large windows have tape over them so you can’t see in or out. There’s a television mounted on the wall with a small plain couch facing it. This room seems fairly nice at first glance.

Ignoring the pain in your body, you lift your arm from the sheets and look to examine your fingers. They’ve been completely bandaged along with the rest of your hand and wrist. They did take a pretty bad blow. While you could unwrap them and force yourself to press your fingers together, you’re a bit scared to see what they look like since you can’t even feel them.

Standing up right now seems unimaginable, probably the pain from falling down the stairs that you were to adrenaline filled to feel. The remote is laying next to you on the comforter and with your good hand you turn on the television. It’s set to the news and you set the remote back down to listen. It’s five days since the attack according to the corner of the screen.

While watching television seems like the dumbest thing you could be doing right now… what else are you supposed to do? You can’t walk, and you can’t use your quirk… you’re basically defenseless.

“Mr. All Might sir! There has been an incredible drop in crime for the past few days. Some say that you’ve even apprehended The Shadow! Is it true?” The reports all quiet down to hear the hero’s answer. The camera focuses on his face and you notice a dark flint in his eyes that you’ve never noticed before. While you may be a villain it doesn’t mean you didn’t admire heroes. You’ve seen All Might plenty of times on tv but never noticed this darkness behind his eyes.

The hero breaks the silence with a loud guffaw, “We have not apprehended The Shadow! The Shadow must be scared after seeing my most recent showdown!”

Another reporter chimes in, “Do you have anything to say to the infamous Shadow?”

All Might takes a moment to think, and averts his gaze straight into the camera. With the darkness you had saw in his eyes now dripping into his voice he says, “Wherever you run, wherever you hide. I will find you.”

There’s a small thud on the bed next to you and you practically jump out of your skin. Sitting there, so casually and relaxed, is the man who killed your dog, restrained you, and chloroformed you.

“Finally awake? I was starting to get worried, you’ve been out for days birdy~.” The man pulls his legs up on the bed and turns to face you, “You can’t worry us like that. Okay?” He coos in such a charming way that it almost makes you want to say okay.

“Get lost chicken.” You bite back.

He chuckles and places his finger on your lips, pushing at them as if he’s enjoying it. “I know you’re probably confused, but you’ll understand in time.”

You bite at his finger and with his lightening quick speed he grabs you by your cheeks, fingers digging into your flesh and leaving you unable to talk.

“Maybe I should have elaborated. You’ll understand your place. You’ll understand that you’re nothing more than our brainless wife.”

Wife? Did he say wife? Your eyes go wide and you stare at the winged man in horror. They aren’t going to put you in prison, you’re already in it. This is their fucked up game of house isn’t it? It’s always the men with power who have these fucked up fantasies.

“You figured it out already? You’re pretty smart… I was hoping you’d play dumb a little longer.” He sighs and his bruising grip on your face loosens. “That’s alright, soon enough you’ll be too dumb to understand anything.”

His hand drops form your face and down to your chest. Pulling at the t-shirt that they must have put on you. You ball your left hand up into a tight fist and throw the hardest punch you can muster into the side of his head. But your punch never lands, he grips your fist tightly, and you begin panicking, not wanting to repeat last night.

Hawks furrows his brows and presses your hand into the bed, “I’m going to do you a favor, and keep this hand in tact. I won’t be so kind next time.”

He lifts the pressure off of your hand and sits back on his heels. He shakes his head and another sickening smile stretches on his face, “You’re probably hungry huh? I’ll go make you some breakfast.” He jumps up from the bed and as he leaves he calls out, “Call me Keigo by the way!”

Psychopath. This man is an actual psychopath.

Two more days passed before anything eventful happened. You spent the days laying in bed, eating when given a meal, enduring small talk when he began to threaten you, and sleeping with no dreams at all.

According to the small clock on the nightstand it’s 1:03am. The front door opens and shuts quietly, as if not trying to disturb anyone. There’s some shuffling from the entrance, to the kitchen, and then to your door. You shut your eyes and listen closely as the door to your room opens.

Footsteps approach your bed, but Hawks has heavier footsteps so it can’t be him. You feel your bed sink besides you and a hand begins to pet your hair. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been home princess. I’ve been working on some hard cases lately.”

This voice is deep but so kind and gentle. You open your eyes and see a lanky but tall man with deep sunken eyes looking back at you. “Who are you?”

He chuckles and rests his hand on the side of your face, “I know I look different right now, but you’re smart.”

You analyze him closely and keep finding yourself looking at his eyes. They’re so blue, a deep beautiful blue. “All Might?” You ask, but this time you don’t feel terror gripping your body.

“See? I told you that you’re smart. Oh my smart little princess, how have you been?” He lifts your from your spot as if you weight nothing and sets you down on his lap, cradling you as if you’re a child.

“Oh uh… my body hurts.” You mutter. Still on guard, but knowing that fighting him will help nothing if it really is All Might.

He smiled weekly and places a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry darling. I had to make sure you would be good and come home with us.”

Come home with us? Your theory of this being them playing house is confirmed. You shake your head and place your battered hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. “All Might can I as-“

“My name is Toshinori, call me Toshi.” He interrupts, still smiling.

“Ah, okay Toshi…” you take a deep breath, “Why did you bring me here? How did you bring me here?”

He nods and pulls you back to his chest, preventing you from pushing back, “Of course Princess.”

He repositions do that he’s laying down and you’re resting on his chest, his arms holding you to him tightly but not painfully.

“Never had I ever seen any crimes committed so gracefully. It’s as if someone could teleport into these high security building or you could appear from the shadows. That’s why I gave you that nickname.” He hums and one of his hands lowers to you waist, gripping it roughly but still not painfully. “I couldn’t even find you on CCTV. So I studied your crimes and while I was in the middle of it, someone approached me. He told me that he had also been searching for you, and he was going to go crazy if he couldn’t apprehend the shadow. I’ve never seen him so riled up about something work related. And never in a million years did I expect him to come to me for help.”

He massaged circles into your waist and his other hands plays with your hair. “For months we studied you and your varying patterns. And after finally applying the pattern to the right crime, you fell right into our trap. That entire building was lined wall to wall with cameras. Not only that, Keigo was there.”

For months they had tailed you and you had no idea? I’m the many years you’ve been in this line of work, no one has ever even gotten a sniff of you before. “He took photos as you set that mutant monster free. The one that has murdered more than two thousand people. He had been waiting in the only air vent on top, with his phone camera recording, and eyes watching.”

To know that he had been there, in arms reach, terrifies you.

“It took us so long to figured out where you lived. Because after you did your job, it’s as if you turned into thin air. Keigo said you left the room, and then you were no where to be found. But of course we already knew where you lived by then. One of your exes had loose lips after we cut off his ears.” He chuckles, “Oh man he sure did sing.”

They both must be completely insane. Is it the pressure of being a hero? Or something they were born with? Regardless, these men are completely insane.

“After we finally got our first glimpse of you, we both fell in love. Though to say we already hadn’t fallen in love by the true beauty of your work would be a lie.” He moves his hand from your hair to your cheek, caressing it gently once again, “We’re just so happy you’re finally ours.”

Over time they became more and more affections with only Toshinori to tell Keigo when he’s gone too far. Over time you’ve slowly been fighting this reality that crushes you, yelling at you to just obey. Over time, you have not regained any feeling in your fingers. You have not bothered to use your quirk because the idea of looking at your fingers nauseates you. You don’t even look when they change the bandages.

While the days now seem to be routine, this one would change that monotony. You drag yourself from bed, and into the shower, as you do each and every morning. You brush your teeth and your hair and get dressed. Keigo and Toshinori bought you some makeup since they noticed you always wore it during your missions. Sometimes you wear it and sometimes you don’t. Today you just put mascara and gloss on.

You walk back to your bedroom and stop when in the doorway when you see your bed. The pillows have been rearranged and seemingly multiplied, arranged messily into something resembling a nest. What are they up to this time? They’ve given you multiple presents and surprised to try and cheer you up so this must be one of them.

You walk into the kitchen and Toshinori is standing in a t shirt and sweat pants and a pink frilly apron. He’s cooking something that smells delicious and before sitting down at the island you glance at the front door. You had tried to escape… once. For miles all that surrounds you is forest. No sign of civilization anywhere, and you always seem to end up back at the house. Neither of the heroes even chased you out, they just waited at the door until you tired yourself out and came inside. They forced you to bathe and then cuddled with you on the couch, watching Netflix.

You sit down on the stool and take a sip of the hot coffee and Toshinori had prepared. “Goodmorning Princess, how’d you sleep? Any nightmares?”

Now that you think about it, you haven’t had a single nightmare since you moved in. How would he know about that? It doesn’t matter. They already know you better than you know yourself. “No nightmares… I’m just hungry.”

The sound of wings flapping makes me turn my attention to one of the other bedrooms where Hawks comes out bleary eyes in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He enters the kitchen and places a kiss on my forehead before sitting down.

Toshinori scoffs and pours him a cup of coffee. “Could you at least put on some pants?”

Hawks shakes his head, “Nope! You scared our wife is gonna like me more?”

Toshinori pauses but continues plating some omeletes, scones, and assorted fruits. “Not at all, no one wants to see your eggs popping out of your boxers is all.”

Keigo looks down and his face flushes red and he quickly readjusts. “Ah shut up already. I’m hungry.”

You all eat together on the couch and watch some Sunday morning cartoons, their attempt at a regular family weekend.

Out of nowhere your head begins to pound, and you curl over gripping it while moaning. Unbeknownst to you, the two men share a look before tending to you.

Toshinori rubs your back soothingly, “What’s wrong princess?”

Keigo grabs one of your hands in his and kisses the back of it, “Does your head hurt birdy?”

Toshinori nods, “It must be, go get the medicine from the bathroom.”

You groan and Toshinori picks you up and takes you to your bedroom, laying you down gently on the plush bed. Somehow the bed is more comfortable with all of these pillows, you thought it would be lumpy.

Keigo comes in and sits you up a little bit and signals you to open your mouth. You do as your told and he places two pills on your tongue. He helps you wash it down with a glass of water from your nightstand. “Alright birdy why don’t you rest for a bit.”

“If you need anything just call for us okay?” You can barely cling onto his words before passing out without even being able to put up a struggle.

Your whole body aches. It’s as if you’re burning up and your sweat drenches your body. It’s as if there’s fire stemming from your stomach, it’s unbearable. You sit up, ignoring everything in your body begging you to lay down again. You shuffle your legs and there’s a loud wet sound. Looking down you realize not only are you covered in sweat but whatever this slick was that’s pouring from your panties.

It’s the middle of the night now, you slept all day. You turn your head to the door which is slightly ajar, and even darker in the hallway. You would think living with two heroes would provide you with a sense of security especially at night. But it’s nothing like that.

You climb over the pillow mountain and stand up, legs shaking and body trembling. The sweat doesn’t let up, still pouring from your skin. You step out of the room and can hear rain pounding on the roof, followed by the sound of booming thunder. Finally after trailing your hand across the wall you find the thermostat, hoping to turn it down. It’s already at 65… why are you so damn hot?

You struggle towards the bathroom and lean on the sink for support. You open up the medicine cabinet and look through it for some fever reducing medicine. Advil… vitamin C… Heat inducer? You pull the bottle from the cabinet and examine the label.

Heat Inducer for animal morphs

Not made for consumption of beings that are more than 60% human

One drop under the tongue to induce heat for breeding sessions

Had they given you a heat inducer? You’re nowhere close to an animal morph, there’s no telling what it could do to you. You keep looking through the cabinet, desperate for anything to relieve this pain. All you find is a bottle of sleeping tranquilizer pills, making you realize this situation was even more dangerous than you thought.

“Oh Birdy, you should be in bed resting. Unless you’re ready?” He asks with a grin on his face.

“You’re a fucking psychopath.” You spit.

He chortles and shakes his head, “Oh darling, wasn’t that obvious?” He closes the gap with one step and grabs you by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.

He marches back towards your bedroom but not before making a stop. He knocks on the door it Toshinori’s bedroom and calls out teasingly, “Our little birdy is ready!”

Fuck, you need to get out of this situation fast. You begin unwrapping your numb fingers frantically but squeal when you feel a sharp slap against your pussy.

“You’re so wet birdy! I can’t wait to fill you up.” He picks up his pace and you hurry on unwrapping your fingers. Finally you manage to get it off when you’re thrown across the room and onto the bed.

As Keigo approaches you you grab your finger and thumb with your other hand press then together. Nothing happens. You begin slamming them together, surely rebreaking the bones but you can’t help it as you feel your only hope slip away.

Keigo hovers over you and presses his lips against your ear, “He destroyed all the nerves connecting your fingers to your hand… you’ll never have a quirk again.”

Your body freezes and heart skips a beat. What? This was their plan all along? To strip you of the one thing that gave you power in this world? Every day you realize something worse and worse about them.

Keigo presses his hand flat against your pussy and you scramble to grab it and pry it off. He doesn’t budge, his finger rubbing slowly against your clit, relieving your pain momentarily.

You know the effects of heat, it overwhelms your body until the only thing to take away the feeling happens, sex, and being knotted. You arent going to let this drug take over all of your inhibitions.

You reach one hand up to the back of his head and throw your head forward, head butting him and leaving you with blood dripping down your face. You’re dizzy but still able to gather yourself. Keigo is laying on his side, rubbing his head and groaning.

With perfect timing someone else enters the room. A man you’ve seen every day but something has changed. The lanky man approaches you, and without a word he wraps a hand around your neck and press you back down into the bed. With his other hand he slaps your hard and you even feel your consciousness waver.

He grite his teeth and places a finger under the strap of your panties. “Is that any way to treat your husbands?”

In one fluid motion he rips off your panties and pulls your legs on his shoulders, burying his face in your warmth. Your hands shoot down to his head, gripping his hair, pulling at it and begging.

His long tongue prods at your hole and you buck your hips despite holding back. His tongue trails up to your clit and begins pushing it around with the slick he gathered from your hole. It’s like this burning sensation increases where he touches but soothes every pain in your body.

Two fingers punch your nipples and you squeak, bringing one hand to your mouth to stop your moans. Keigo looks bored as he pinches and pulls at your nipple, “Toshi’, I wanna fuck her already.”

Toshinori lifts his head momentarily, “All right all right, let me just prep her a little okay.”

Before you have time to process their words Toshinori’s tongue is back to torturing your clit. Two long slender finger begins prodding at your hole and you squeal out, “No! Don’t!”

Keigo laughs, “We all know that’s not what you really mean.” He leans down and his mouth latches onto one of your nipples sucking and leaving you shivering. You’ve never felt a pleasure like this before.

The two fingers you had almost forgotten about thrust inside of you without warning, scissoring and poking at your walls. Your hand can’t contain your moan and it echoes throughout the room. He continues fucking you with his fingers and licking and nipping at your clit. That mixed with the sensation of your sore nipples being played with you can’t contain yourself. Your back arches off of the bed and you let out a loud, high pitched moan.

Despite your obvious orgasm, the men don’t let up, in fact they get hungrier. Toshinori pushes Keigo off of you and flips you over with your ass in the air.

“Hey! It’s my turn! I didn’t get to taste her yet!” Keigo barks at Toshinori.

“Fine, but don’t… fuck her yet okay?” The lanky man begrudgingly agrees.

Keigo takes Toshinori’s position and you don’t have time to move with their speed. Keigo lowers his head and stretches his tongue to lick your clit from behind. Your fists grip the sheets and you bury your face in a pillow to hide the lewd sounds you’re making.

His tongue trails up and pokes at your hole, but it doesn’t stop there. It keeps going up until it makes contact with your asshole. You buck forward but two firm hands on your shoulders stop you. You look up see Toshinori on his knees in front of you, “Why don’t you suck on something to help ease the pain?”

You’re not given much of an option, Toshinori pulls out his dick and you find yourself fearful again. This time at the sheer length of his dick, “Don’t worry, just suck the tip okay?”

He presses the tip of his dick in your mouth forcefully and at the same time Keigo presses a finger into your tight add hole and another in your needy pussy.

You try to cry out but the vibrations excite Toshinori more, pressing his dick a little further into your mouth. The taste isn’t great but for some reason right now it addictive, you lick the underside of his shaft and he shivers, pressing his dick back until it presses the back of your throat. Normally you would have thrown up on the spot but with this drug in your system it’s like there’s no resistance at all.

Toshinori begins fucking your face violently while holding your head up by a fistful of hair. Behind you Keigo moves both of his fingers to your asshole, thrusting them in and out, stretching you in a new glorious way.

“Toshi finish up. She’s ready.” Keigo calls out from behind you, removing his fingers and slapping your push again.

The slap holes you forward and Toshinori begins pressing your face all the way into his pubes, leaving you unable to breathe. You thrash around but his pounding doesn’t stop and you feel yourself begin to black out.

Toshinori holds your face against his pubes and his dick twitches in your mouth, and you can feel his hot cum sliding down your throat. He pulls you off of him quickly and flips you over so you’re between his legs, head resting on his chest.

“You’re such a good girl for daddy. It’s time for your present.” He kisses the top of your head and your thoughts become hazy.

Keigo sits between your legs and you feel something heavy slap your pussy a few times. Each time you flinch but can’t find it in yourself to move. You glance down and see Toshinori smiling innocently with his hand gripping his thick dick. It’s curved and far longer than any man should be allowed to have. Putting that in someone would break them.

He slides it between your folds and it dawns on you, he’s going to put that thing in you. You jump up and cling to Toshinori, “Please don’t, please! Its- it will break me!”

They both laugh and Toshinori pets your head, “It’ll just be a tight fit at first that’s all.”

You beg Toshinori to not let Keigo impale you but instead he reassures you that you’ll be fine and holds you against his chest so Keigo can fuck you.

“P-please Kei’… Dont.” You whimper.

Keigo smiled and places a hand on your face gently, “Birdy… You’re mine now. You don’t have a choice.”

He thrusts his dick inside of your pussy, not warning you, and not caring that you’re flailing and crying. The stretch from his girth is so painful but he doesn’t even give you time to adjust, just starts fucking you like an animal.

“Keigo be gentle.” Toshinori protests.

Between heavy breaths and not stopping his thrusting he retorts, “You haven’t felt her yet. So stop talking.”

The pain slowly melts into an overwhelming pleasure. Your screams turn into moans of ecstasy and you can feel drool drip from your lips as you bob around on Keigo’s dick like nothing but a tiny doll. Toshinori reached his hand between the two of you and rubs your clit, not needing lube as your slick has gotten everywhere by now. He rubs tantalizingly slow circles, bringing you close to orgasm but ripping it away when he stops suddenly.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Keigo mutters.

Toshinori begins rubbing circles more vigorously on your clit and you begin to spasm, every muscle in your body freaking out. Keigo grips your waist, nails digging into your sides and wings shivering. Your walls tighten and contract around him, forcing the cum out of him.

His cock literally expands inside of you, sending you into another mini orgasm while being completely overly sensitive. Toshinori keeps rubbing circles and with his other hand he tugs at your nipple.

You can feel it forming. The knot. He keeps trying to thrust but as the knot gets bigger he can only manage small ruts. Then it happens, it all releases inside of you, your walls squeezing and sucking the cum from his dick. He groans as his dick goes back to normal size, and your belly expands, showing just how much cum he fucked into you.

He falls backwards and wipes some sweat off of his forehead, “Give me a few minutes Toshi.”

Toshi nods and you assume it’s over. There’s no way they expect your body to handle anything else. But at the same time, the moment he pulled his dick out of you this burning painful feeling returned. Toshinori lifts you carefully and turns you so that you’re facing him.

“Alright princess, I’ll try to be gentle.” He holds your limp body over his dick, slowly sitting you on top of it.

“Too much… too much- Toshi.” You mumble.

“Oh I know princess but you’re being so good!” He coos.

He lowers you on his dick and just the tip stretches you more than Keigo did. He moves slowly but each time you recover from the pain of the last inch, the pain of the next inch creeps in. About half way down his dick he sighs, “This is never going to work, I’m sorry princess.”

Expecting him to lift you off you sigh in relief, but you couldn’t be anymore wrong. He pulls you down forcefully onto the rest of his dick and you find yourself screaming again with a sore throat.

“Hah, and you told me to go easy on her.” Keigo laughs from behind you.

“At least I’m giving her time to get used to it.” Toshinori holds you down on him firmly, your squirming will never get you out of this position.

Gently he lifts you up by two inches, and cruelly he slams you back down. He does it over and over and no words can escape you, only animalistic sounds of ecstasy and desperation.

From behind you Keigo had gathered himself together, dick already painfully hard from seeing his fellow husband fuck the shit out of you. He lined himself up from behind you and takes on the role Toshinori did before.

He begins playing with your clit and sucking on your neck, leaving you with bruises and bloody bite marks. But right now, everything feels like ecstasy, even teeth sinking into your skin. You’re too busy trying not to cum to feel Keigo lining his dick up against your asshole. It’s sopping wet with the slick from your pussy.

He places it perfectly so that when Toshinori brought you back down his length again, you’d have his dick in your ass too. Electrifying pain shoots you your spin and you fall limp against Toshinori’s chest. Neither of them spare you any kindness, thrusting deep inside of you, Toshinori fucking Keigo’s cum even deeper in your pussy.

But just as it happened with the rest of your pain, the pain of having your asshole and pussy stretched at the same time becomes pleasurable. The men bounce you on their dicks in sync, fucking you fast and hard, gripping different parts of your body and leaving you bruised.

You can feel another tidal wave of an orgasm coming over your body and Toshinori grunts out, “Fuck I’m so sorry princess I can’t help myself.”

Before you can interpret his words, there’s a poof sound and a cloud of smoke. Instantly your pussy walls begin to stretch, until you’re sure you’re going to tear in half. It stays stagnant inside of you, his dick now too big to even move if he didn’t want to pull Keigo out of you. You can feel the veins in his dick pulsating and pressing against your walls, a new kind of pleasure that no person should ever be exposed to.

“Fuck Toshi. Warning please! You’re practically crushing my dick!” Keigo yells out.

“Sorry Keigo, I couldn’t help it.” Toshinori says somewhat ashamed.

“Fuck I’m cumming again.” Keigo’s hands falls to your waist and he sits up more so he can thrust you on his dick and Toshinori’s dick.

Your head falls back onto Keigo’s shoulder, unable to catch your breath as your fucked so violently in a way that satisfies you endlessly.

It happens again, the knot starts forming. Toshinori groans as the knot presses against his dick through your walls. His dick stretches inside of you, heating up and releasing.

Suddenly, Toshinori reaches over you and grabs Keigo by his face, “Get the fuck off of her. It’s my turn.”

Hearing the hunger In Toshinori’s voice, Keigo pulls himself from inside of you and stands up to put his sweatpants back on. Toshinori pulls his pulsating length from inside of you, and grabs your by your hair. He throws you down on your stomach but you can’t even sit up before he pushes his hand on the back of your neck and lifts your ass up with his other.

“Try and lift your head and fuck you until you break.” His words scare you, because you know he’s not bluffing.

He lifts his hand from the back of your neck and presses his thumb into the whole of your pussy, managing to hold in the cum. His dick lines up with your asshole and you know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

He presses in the tip, forcing your legs to quiver. It’s one thing to have his dick stretch inside of you, but another to have it penetrate you at this size, he presses it in slowly, ignoring your whimpers until he’s all the way down to the base. It’s instant, his hips snap forward and he begins fucking your asshole, stretching you until you finally notice the bulge in your stomach. You don’t even have to look, you can feel it.

Somehow the idea that you’re being penetrated by this huge man turns you on more. And you start moaning as he claims your ass. It doesn’t take long for his violent thrusts to slow down and his dick to start twitching erratically. His cum is just as hot as before, filling you up even more than he had before. He pulls his dick out of you but still doesn’t give you the chance to rest.

He grabs your ankles and lifts you up by them, “Sorry princess, gotta plug you up and we don’t want to leak anything.”

Your head is so numb that nothing he says registers with you. Keigo walks back into the room with two plugs in hand. Toshinori pulls your legs apart and Keigo pushes the plugs inside of you, earning one last moan from your abused body.

Toshinori sets you down in the bed and pulls your back against him. “Oh you were so good princess. You did so well today.”

Keigo lays down next to the both of you and rests a hand on your hip, “And tomorrow birdy, we’re gonna tie your legs up in the air, and fill you with our seed whenever we feel like it.”

“You don’t have to be so crass.” Toshinori grumbled at Keigo.

Keigo chuckles, “Why? She’s gonna love it. Our beautiful little birdy is going to be pregnant with our child, all nice and chubby with big swollen tits. Doesn’t that sound great?”

You’re drifting to sleep but you can feel Toshinori’s boner forming once again, “Yeah, it will be great.”

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Chapter 3: Joel

By the time Joel wakes up, I’ve bitten through the ballistics webbing that has bound him, and through the cable of the radio tag that was wrapped around his front left ankle. Or wrist. Whatever you want to call it.

He wouldn’t have been flexible enough to bite it himself, and he couldn’t have clawed it off without hurting himself. But my teeth and jaws made quick and easy work of it without even bruising him.

So, as he’s coming to, I’m sitting upright at a respectable distance from him and looking off to the side. Which puts one eye on him, and the other on our surroundings. Perfect relaxed standing guard pose. From his position, the burning helicopter is behind me. I may have gone out of my way to make sure of that.

And watching him wake up is a little like watching a dog come to after surgery at the vet. He’s a little goofy and a little unaware of his surroundings at first, just trying to figure out how his body works again. And he makes it to his feet before he really gets a good take of his surroundings.

And then he sees me posing with the burning helicopter behind me, and tenses up. He shakes his head a little to clear it.

Having guessed well with my encounter with Harold and Ginnie, I decide to try a similar tactic, and I drop to a loafing position and slowly close my eyes. But then, I add in the word, “Yes.”

Just, straight up, pure positivity.

He clearly decides that I’m absolutely not a threat, which is good, and he turns around this way and that, making sure no one else is around. Fortunately, the humans had managed to get completely out of sight by the time he woke up, so he doesn’t have any immediate targets to attack. But he’s obviously suspicious, because there’s the helicopter but no sign of them.

Oh, I wish I could say, “come with me,” or, “fly.” But, I’ve got to do that with body language.

I let him stomp around a bit more, and watch as he circles me to examine the helicopter.

When I call it a flaming helicopter, or say that it’s on fire, it’s probably important to visualize it right. I can expel quite a bit of burning fluid from my chest, for a creature that has the same rough weight as a large man. But I can’t exactly coat a whole helicopter in it, and I concentrated it on one spot. You know that photo of a duck that looks like its head is on fire that’s been circulating Facebook for a few years? The effect is like that.

The damage I’ve done to the chassis and rotors is by far much more evident than the flames now, especially since my biological napalm is starting to burn itself out. It’s just, I’m a fire breathing dragon, and I’m proud of that!

Joel sniffs most of the wreckage just like a dog might do. And then he sniffs the air and turns to peer northward.

“No,” I say, anticipating his intentions. “Peace.”

He yawps quite loudly in response.

I don’t give him a challenge in return. It was clear to me that he was shouting at the humans who’re somewhere north of us, and I don’t want to fight him.

Also, he can have this mountain now if he really wants it. I’m headed home.

I get up, walk past him and the helicopter, downhill a little ways but toward home, and then pause with wings partially outstretched and look back at him.

“Go. Yes,” I say, hoping that makes some kind of sense to him. But mostly, I’m just getting his attention and relying on my body language.

And then, I just take off.

I care about him, I realize. I want him to come home. I like the idea of having him live near me. He’s part of my city, and leaving him here to fend for himself is not appealing to me. Especially since I want to stick it to the assholes who dragged us out here. And I think he can be a valuable ally in fighting what’s happening back home.

But I can’t explain that to him right now. I can’t explain much of anything, even my plan on how to get home, which is simply to keep flying and to eat what we can on the way. I can’t even tell him he gets first dibs on any food.

I can only hope he follows me.

Which he does.

Not right away, though. It takes him a bit to decide what to do and what his priorities are, but he eventually takes off after me. And instead of circling to watch and be sure, I just keep going and glance over my shoulder occasionally to see what he’s doing. He doesn’t catch up, but he doesn’t fall too far behind, either.

What he can’t seem to do, after a bit, is make the same altitude as I can, and he’s not made for soaring.

I’m still really baffled that he can fly at all, honestly. His anatomy does not look flight worthy to me. But there he is, plodding along behind and below me, and I don’t bother to outpace him.

We are going to have to weave through the mountains to get home. But I think that’s going to work out OK, even if it makes us take longer. A mid morning stop at Ross Lake should be good for him, and we can rest and sun ourselves on the dam before following the river a ways.

I’m not sure about my geography, or what river that is. I just know Ross Lake, because it’s big and notable and has that dam, and we camped near it when I was a kid. I’m pretty sure the river it lets out into is going to take us south of Fairport, but it’ll be the fastest way to where better food is, and it’ll be low enough for Joel to fly along it, and we can always drink the water.

On the other hand, though, if we hit any towns or cities, we might encounter other dragons.

Shit.

“Shit,” I say.

Well, first things first. A dip in the lake and a hunt for some food for Joel.

Unfortunately, when we get there I’m considerably more discouraged, because Joel is clearly wiped out. And he ends up sunning himself on the dam before doing anything else. And this trip is going to take even longer than I’d hoped.

I circle and soar for a little bit, resting in the air, to get a good look around. I note that Harold and Ginnie’s camper is still in its spot. And so are the other campers across the lake from them. And I don’t see any other birds that I feel like I can catch and eat.

I wonder if I’ll ever get big enough to eat a deer or something like that. Part of me wants to, but part of me really doesn’t. I’m a nice size for living amongst humans, honestly. Anyway, it’s not something anyone has a lot of control over, and I’ll be as big as I get, eventually.

And then I make my way over to the dam and come in for a landing next to where Joel is resting.

The moment my feet touch the pavement, however, Joel gets up, shakes himself off, and then takes a big flapping leap out over the lake behind the dam and plunges right into it.

Well, that’s one way to get a drink, I suppose.

So, I crawl over to that edge of the dam and settle down to watch, wings outstretched in the sun to soak it up.

I can’t really see him, he goes deep and far out enough that the reflections of the sky on the murky water make it impossible to see much below the surface. But I watch for him.

If he can exert himself and hold his breath this long on that short of a rest, maybe I don’t have to worry too much about our progress after all. We’ll just have to stop frequently for five minute breathers, and maybe more food.

I wonder what he eats.

For having just fought a group of eight humans with four guns and a helicopter, it’s a quiet and lovely day, actually. And sitting here in the sun for a while is doing good for my owl, which feels like it’s finally really starting to settle and digest with those two rocks I swallowed after it.

There are whisps of cloud and the smoke column from the forest fire, and smaller birds are chattering lightly at each other, and really not much else going on. Maybe the lap and splash of water occasionally against the wall of the dam. Maybe fish jumping, but I never catch a glimpse of them and I’ve got good eyesight for that.

There’s the blue sky above me, the murky water reflecting that below me, and green tree covered mountains all around. So much green!

And I have a moment to let my mind wander and the thought of green reminds me of the experiment Chapman did with me just last week with the Pantone Color Matching booklet. And I finally pull up short about colors and really have a puzzle on my mind about them. I’m a little bamboozled that I didn't think about this before, but I’ve had so much else on my mind I guess I just didn’t pause to consider it.

There is definitely a color I see as a vibrant orange.

I see it on myself in a few places, what I’d call a flame orange, here and there. And my new purse, which Chapman gave me, is the same color.

But when I looked at my radio tag yesterday morning, and Joel’s radio tag this morning, I saw a dull, dark green, and thought, Ah yes, the human orange. I almost have a memory of glancing at a Pantone color that was marked as orange but appeared a dull green to me.

But I don’t remember noting what my own orange was labeled when I was looking at the chart. I hadn’t been startled by the differences in colors until I’d gotten to the huge swaths of greens.

So, now I’m wondering what my orange looks like to humans!

I’m so stymied and bemused by this train of thought, I totally miss the other thing I could be worrying about, which is what happened to my purse and the tablet and magical amulet that was in it.

That’s probably going to occur to me later, though. Watch out for that moment. I’m sure it will be rough.

Maybe right about when my brain is going to latch onto that problem and worry it down to the bone, though, there’s a huge splash further out as Joel surfaces, lifting his head fully into the air and working his jaw to swallow something properly.

He’s eating a fish!

Oh, that’s great! If he can take his fill of fish here, we’re probably set for the rest of the way home.

—

Joel seemed reluctant to leave the lake, but once I set out again he begrudgingly followed.

And it doesn’t take us long along the river until we find another, much smaller lake, which he dives right into.

This one also has a dam with a small community of houses and a couple industrial buildings below it, and I seem to recall that it’s called Diablo lake.

I want to keep moving because I’m concerned that there’s another dragon here.

I soar and circle to keep an eye out while Joel swims and tries to find a few more fish.

Then he suns himself on the dam for a little bit, drying off enough to fly, and then we’re off again.

And from there, I guess I just let him decide when to rest on his own. And usually I circle to rest in the sky and watch while he does that. Occasionally I join him on the ground, when I feel safe about it, and he lets me.

I can’t say we’re becoming companionable, or even comfortable with each other’s presence. But we do seem to be on the same page, with the same plan, and I’m noticing little ticks of non-verbal communication between us that seem to go smoothly and are understood well.

He twitches his ear if something bothers him, for instance. And, if either of us gets up and stretches, and then faces downstream, it’s a clear message that we’re ready to keep moving.

Also, the fact that he doesn’t rest for too long, and half the time is the one to tell us when to head out, indicates he wants to get back home as badly as I do.

I like that.

But, because we’re not great conversationalists, this is giving me a lot of time to think to myself, and my mind is turning toward what I’m planning on doing when we do get home.

I just can’t assume that destroying that chopper and stranding that team will put a stop to the campaign to relocate dragons. However that’s happening, it has to be stopped either legally, through edict from the Mayor or something like that, or by utterly destroying the means to do it. And the latter is what I want to do, emotionally speaking.

But, I’m probably going to want to check in with Chapman and Rhoda first, and let everyone know I’m home. Which means I’ll need my tablet, and…

Oh.

Yeah.

Haa that, like, been lying on the roof this whole time, discarded when I was kidnapped? Or does Equisetum Wildlife have it? Or did they throw it away?

Oh, shit. Was it on the chopper?

I didn’t see it in the chopper, but I wasn’t exactly looking for it specifically. Well, I’m sure I would have recognized my bright-orange-to-me purse, though.

My purse with my tablet, my magical amulet to disguise myself as human, and my debit card, SNAP card, and enhanced Washington state ID. I also had a change of human clothes near the access hatch of the roof.

Imagine what a person could learn from all of that if they really thought about it.

I nearly fall from the sky in rage and horror.

I definitely let out an anguished squawk.

Joel yawps back, and I knock a few times as I work to regain my composure.

But I keep going and he seems to accept that.

If I find out that my purse has gone missing, or that my tablet is destroyed from exposure or something, and that Daniel Säure is behind the dragon abductions like I think, I’m pretty sure I’m actually going to eat billionaire. I just might do it.

—

A trip that would take a family car around six to seven hours via highways and dirt roads, if the roads went far enough, takes us nearly eighteen hours to fly, and we come in over the water to Fairport well after sunset.

I fly right over Joel’s territory to get to mine, and he drops easily and wearily to his to land in Bayside Park where we last fought side by side against the Sheriff and the police.

Shortly after he lands, he lets out his loudest yawp.

I wait until I’m landing on my roof to consider returning mine, but by then our surrounding neighbors are returning their cries, in the middle of the night. So, I add mine to theirs near the end.

We don’t do the full morning circle, where we each take turns leading the call and response song. But everyone hears that we’re both back, and it feels really good.

Nothing of mine is left lying on the roof, but I’m too exhausted to care.

I led Joel out of the mountains following the Skagit river and then through farmland, between cities and towns to avoid other dragons we didn’t know as best we could. The winding flight was long, and there wasn’t much opportunity to rest for the last leg of it. I think we may have flown nearly 250 miles.

Maybe a little less. I’ll need to map it out on my tablet, if I can find it.

But I pass out pretty fast once I settle down.

—

The next morning, Joel is the first to cry out and start the dragon song of roll call instead of me.

It’s usually me.

I feel a little taken aback that he beat me to it, but not exactly insulted. I’m more just absolutely ready to make it known that we’re still here, and I start the next round.

It does make me wonder if he started the song first thing for the mornings that I was gone.

What day is it today? How long has it actually been?

I need my tablet.

I need my purse.

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