#i see a pathetic man and i want to steal his gender AND take him to bed
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sniperdadmaccready · 6 months ago
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fair warning that when I get my physical copy of Baldurs Gate 3 next month I am going to be very mentally ill over Astarion so I'll make a special tag then and you guys can block it should my ramblings get to be too much
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chososrightnipple · 4 months ago
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❝𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)❞
a/n: almost four hundred followers omg.. i love all you freaks mwah!! here is part two as promised. included some requests for characters. aged up! megumi and yuji of course. might do a part three maybeeee? afab body w/no gendered language as usual.
part one.
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. *. ⋆ TOJI FUSHIGURO
▸ panty stealing. he thinks of it as memorabilia. snatching your panties from the floor before you have the chance to put them back on- just something he keeps to remember you bye.
▸ daddy kink. we all saw this coming, right? you call him daddy once and it's all he needs to fuck you into the bed for the rest of the night.
▸ thigh riding. seeing you frotting against his large thigh, desperate to cum, pussy practically drooling for it... his favorite foreplay 100%.
▸ cum play. this man will cum anywhere and everywhere and he'll love it. let him cum on your face, your ass, your chest, your back, down your throat, etc etc.
▸ hatefucking. angry sex after an argument where he takes out all of the stress you caused him on your poor holes :(
▸ breeding. you can give him another baby, can't you? you can make him a daddy all over again, right? just let him cum inside of you as much as he wants, he'll make it happen, he swears.
▸ exhibitionism. you grind against him once on the bar floor and next thing you know he's dragging out to the empty alleyway and pressing you against the nearest wall.
▸ size difference. he's so large, so big, every single part of him practically overtaking you. and he gets off on that fact so fucking hard!!
. *. ⋆ NANAMI KENTO
▸ cockwarming. seating himself inside your warm pussy while he's stuck doing all kinds of boring paperwork. he'll fuck you, he swears, you just gotta sit pretty on his lap for a little bit, okay?
▸face fucking. he loves taking out all of his stress on you. gripping your hair as he uses your mouth mercilessly, bullying his cock down the back of your tight throat.
▸blindfolding. silk ribbons in a variety of colors that he matches to the underwear you're modeling for him. only the best for his lover <3
▸ thigh riding. there's no better way to put him in the mood than pathetically grinding yourself against his thigh, using his body selfishly for your own pleasure.
▸ hair pulling. y'all know that one scene... he pulls at your hair exactly like that. fingers going white with how tight he's tugging at you, manipulating your position until you're face to face with his scowl.
▸ spanking. makes you count for every slap and if you miscount, he's starting all over again. pay better attention to him next time, yeah?
▸ semi-public. yes, he will bend you right over his desk, no he doesn't care there's a meeting going on next door. or better yet, against the window of the fourth floor, overlooking the busy street below it.
▸ phone sex. it really isn't any problem that he's across the country on a mission. even just the sound of your whines over the phone is enough to get him off.
. *. ⋆ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
▸ panty stealing. he would say he feels bad about it, but he doesn't. you looked so good in the lacey little things, he can't help but want to keep them for later. even has his own little drawer for them.
▸ masochism. the stinging pain of your nails running down his back is utterly euphoric. and don't get him started on how harshly you tug at his hair when he's eating you out- he can cum in his boxers just from that alone.
▸ breast play. massaging at the skin, feeling the plumpness under his fingertips. sucking at your nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. he's obsessed.
▸ edging. leaving you just on the brink of release over and over again, until tears are streaming down your face. he'll let you cum eventually, you just look so pretty this worked up for him.
▸ marking. oh my goddd do not get megumi started on this. he doesn't know why it gets him so worked up- seeing you covered in the hickeys and bite marks that he's left on you- but it does.
▸ cunnilingus. eats you out like a man starved, like he'll never eat you out again. pulling him away from your poor pussy is next to impossible if he's not yet done with his meal.
▸ mutual masturbation. sometimes you both just need to relaxation of release and nothing more. sitting across from each other on the bed, or maybe side by side, listening to the moans of the other as you both touch yourselves.
▸ dacryphilia. like adoptive father like adopted son. seeing your eyes brim with tears from how good he's fucking you drives him crazy.
. *. ⋆ YUJI ITADORI
▸ ass play. we all know he's an ass man i mean come on?! doggy style is his favorite position just because of it. seeing how the fat of your ass moves with every slap of his hips is fucking addicting.
▸ praise kink. tell him how good he's fucking you and how much of a good boy he is pleaseeee!!!!
▸ toys. he didn't realize how much he would love bringing toys into the bedroom until he sees how hard you can cum around him while he holds a vibrator to your clit.
▸ raw sex. he knows it's stupid, fucking you with no protection. you're pussy just feels so good, so warm, he needs to fuck you raw.
▸ face riding. please sit on his face, suffocate him, he doesn't care. it's his favorite position to eat you out.
▸ overstimulation. poor baby doesn't even mean to overstimulate you half of the time- he just has so much stamina, you understand that, right? and seeing you so flushed and fucked out under him has him so horny. just one more round, yeah? you can do that for him, right?
▸ dirty talk. yuji is a yapper and that doesn't stop when he's fucking you. the filth that comes out of his mouth has you wet just thinking about it.
▸ dry humping. the tension, the intimacy, the panting, the friction?? all of it, it's like a drug to him.
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cosmossnake · 2 months ago
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Ruin gets some comfort
He hates Nexus. This madman decided that today he was going to make their existence the most miserable possible. First making him relive memories, he wishes they could forget, and now making him go into a different dimension Creator’s lab, just to steal some random shit and end up almost, or actually, killed. He knew they were going to deal with a “Nice Version” of the Creator, but he didn't let his guard down, they aren’t trusting any Creator.
Oh, but how much he wishes they could just get his hands on that emo’s neck and just take his head OFF-  Wait. Calm down Ruin, you are getting violent thoughts again, remember what you are here for.
Speaking of, he wonders if he will be able to get the stuff and get out fast enough before the Creator notices him. He’s not in the mood to face the old man. Thankfully, it looks like he isn’t in here right now, but he can come at any minute, so he gotta be quick.
But when they came to the top of the stairs, and turned their head to the side…
God damn it…
There was, staring at him, an old blond haired man, short, wearing clothes perfect for those mad scientists in movies, who was probably in his 70’s.
The Creator.
This was weird. Seeing him, in his human form, when you are so used to a giant flying brain.
Creator - Uhhhhh, Hello? Who… are… you?”
The man asked, confused by the quite colorful animatronic.
So, before they could even notice, Ruin reseted back to his theatrics Of course, how typical of the coward and pathetic Ruin. 
Ruin - Oh dear, how rude of me not to present myself, my name is Ruin good sir, and you shall be?
 He said while bowing theatrically at the man's direction.
Sven - “Ruin?’’ What an interesting name choice, not judging you, of course. My name is Sven. Now, what are you doing here in my lab, my boy?
Ruin wanted to flinch at the word “Boy”. No, that isn’t them, of course they didn’t mind the pronoun, but words like those…
“Good boy”
Are things that make him shiver. But he just sucked the feeling and locked it in a deep corner of his mind to deal with later. He has to go on with this little show.
Ruin - Well, you see Sven, I was just wandering around dimensions, when I noticed yours, which picked my curiosity, then I decided to explore a little, now I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something.
Ruin answered with this little, dirty lie. 
Sven - So, are you a dimension traveler, my boy? 
Ruin - Yes, I believe you can call me that.
Sven - Cool! Would you like a tour?
Ruin - A conversation would be better, good sir. I have millions of questions about this place!
Sven - Of course, I will just organize some files in my computer then I will be ready, would you like some tea? My child, Mercury, came here earlier, bringing some tea and biscuits with her, but we ended up not eating at all. They are a lovely person, you should meet her sometime.
‘Now here is my perfect chance to steal those documents ’
Ruin - That would be lovely good sir. She indeed looks like a lovely girl.
Sven - Actually they are a "She/They" . But she doesn't like being called girl.
Ruin - Oh... Of course I apologize.
Sven - What about you?
Ruin- I beg your pardon?
Ruin asked. Their voice started to get softer.
Sven - I'm asking for your pronouns Ruin. Are you okay with me calling you "boy"? You seemed quite uncomfortable when I called you that.
‘How did he…? Nevermind’
Ruin - I use "He/They/It". Please don't call me “boy” . I highly dislike it.
Sven - Of course, I apologize for disrespecting your boundaries and just calling you that, without asking first. I just assumed since most daycare attendants seem to prefer the masculine gender. But now I will not commit the same mistake again. I'm sorry.
Saying that Ruin was surprised was understandable, but they were shocked. Looks like they were underestimating this man. He’s indeed kind, a “normal” (If those guys have anything of normal) creator would have just called them a “dramatic piece of trash”, if they dared to whine about it.
Ruin - It's okay. Thank you.
Sven - Of course, I don't want any alternative version of my children to feel uncomfortable about themselves, considering that most of my diferent versions aren't that... nice…
‘Wait. Did he just call him?…’
Ruin - Don't call me that.
Sven - What?
Ruin - One… of your children.
Sven - Oh… Of course. I apologize again.
Ruin - No need to apologize. You did nothing wrong on purpose. I just... don't like it.
Sven - ... Do you... wanna talk about it?
Ruin - ...
Ruin - No.
Ruin sounded a little more rude than he wanted.
Sven - It's okay. Now do you still want the tea and biscuits?
Ruin - Uh? Oh yes. That would be lovely.
Sven - I'm gonna go get it, you can make yourself comfortable.
  When Sven walked out of the room, Ruin went immediately to the computers, to find what Nexus wanted.
While waiting for it to download on the USB, that Nexus gave to them, they noticed some pictures on the computer screen. It was pictures of Sven's family members. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. All decorated like the person in the picture. 'Looks like he really values his... family."
  Then, looking next to the computer, they saw a portrait. Of a family of five, two adults and three kids. They recognized three people there. Sven, his partner and… Andrew. 'Was he one of his children in this universe?' They wondered. Suddenly, with a little "bip!", the download was completed, so they took the USB, and came back down stairs, setting themselves on one of the chairs of the table, the place had. Soon, Sven was walking back to the room, with tea and biscuits in his hands.
Sven - Hello again! I came back, Is everything okay?
Ruin - Oh yes! Everything’s just fine!
Sven - I'm glad about that! Now, i only had mint tea, do you like it or do you want me to do something else?
Ruin stopped a little. They really souldn't stay longer, but a little rest wouldn't hurt. 'They really needed it'
Ruin - Anything is just fine for me.
Sven - Alright then.
While Sven served the tea, Ruin saw his thoughts wander back to those pictures. How happy everyone looked. 'And how they wish that there was one with them'. They were jealous, but the'll never admit it out loud. They were also kinda content with how much respect they were treated today. You don't deserve it, you abomination. But that didn't make things better for him.
Noticing Ruin's silence, Sven asked.
Sven - Are you alright, Ruin?
Ruin - Uh? Yes, quite alright, now, my first question: Do you have any family members or do you just live here alone?
Sven noticed they were lying, but decided to play along.
Sven - Oh yes! I actually do have a family. Sun, Moon and Earth are my oldest children, then I have Mercury, the one I talked about with you, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and recently I've been building Pluto.
Ruin - Wow! All the planets , Sun and Moon!? But why Pluto too? Isn't it no longer considered a planet?
Sven - Please don't make me laugh, I don't believe in NASA.
Ruin chuckled at the shenanigans of the old man.
Ruin - Alright then, so how are they?
Sven - Quite alright, besides the occasional death threats, My children are doing wonderful.
‘Oh… that i didn't expect’
Sven - To be quite honest I'm also planning on building the entire solar system.
Ruin - Jesus, are you sure you gonna conquer that before your death?
Sven - Well, I do have some nano machines helping my body stay intact, but when I get satisfied with everything I've done, I'll let myself die.
Ruin - Fair enough. You... look like a great parent. 'Better than a lot of others.'
Sven - Oh well, thank you.
Then, Ruin stopped for a moment and remembered why he was here.
Ruin - I should go now. 
Sven - Are you sure? Don't you want to stay more?
Ruin - No… I really should go.
‘ Or Nexus would break me apart’
Ruin - It was a lovely talk and I'm sorry for wasting your time, but now I should give my goodbye and let the curtains close.
Ruin said, while standing up, already turning around to go.
Sven - Well, if you say so. Goodbye Ruin, I hope to see you again, someday.
They stopped in their tracks…
Ruin - …
And turned around.
Ruin - Goodbye Sven, I hope to see you again.
'If i don't die, before that'.
Then, they turned around, opened a portal and left.
Sven - Did you hear that Moon? 
Moon - Yeah I did, I'm surprised he didn't try anything.
Something Ruin didn't know is that Moon was on a call with Sven.
Sven - Actually, they did steal some documents on my Sun and Moon designs.
Moon - Wait, what?! Why did you let him do that?!
Sven - Well, first, I have hundreds of copies of their designs and second, if they try anything, I know how to protect my children.
Moon - *Sighs*Alright then, I'll trust your word.
Sven - I'll admit, they're quite a well educated fella.
Moon - He literally punched me, in the face, when we first met.
Sven - Oh, well.
Moon - What do you mean “Oh, well”!?
Sven - Oh well.
Moon - Uh? You know what? Bye Sven, see ya.
Sven - Goodbye Moon, have a graceful day.
Creator notes: I honestly don't know how to feel about this fic. This is my first time writing a whole story in english, which isn't my first language, so i got the internet's help, but i still like it? I guess? Idk. Hope you guys enjoy.
Also, there is some headcannons in here so, yeah.
Bonus picture of my personal Ruin design:
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quillkiller · 10 months ago
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Hi hi hi who do u think rita’s worst enemy is? Like someone she would hate with a passion?
GILDEROY!!!!!!!! GILDEROY!!!!!! he’s her worst enemy and he doesn’t even know it. she hates his guts and fantasises about killing him on a daily basis. in very graphic detail. i even wrote a fic where bella kills him for her<3
the thing is. he’s (from what i understand) from a wealthy family, a fraud, cheating his way to the top. steals other peoples stories and takes the fame and glory. the fame and glory that rita wants more than anything in the world. she thinks he’s pathetic and vile and talks funny and brags and its just soooooo easy for him. he has everyone fooled and she can’t stand it. everything he has should be HERS!!!!!!!!
and the thing is. shes no angel. she’s morally fucked up and cheats her way to the top in her own way. she is NOT above sleeping her way to the top even. like she’ll tell herself that shes doing those things for the readers. they should get to see her work. its just that good. so its not cheating….. but she wont steal. she refuses to steal and she holds onto that as if it’s some moral high ground she can claim. she genuinely believes shes entirely self made / rags to riches / etc. as if it makes her good!!! when she’s so fucked up in so many other ways!!!! my delusional princess with a disorder who refuses to acknowledge that shes gaining clout simply because bella from the house of black starts paying attention to her. she whole heartedly believes she’s self made and different and unique and there will never be anyone like her again. no one as special and interesting and clever as her (she honestly isnt any of these things <3) and if only someone would give her a chance. if only gilderoy didnt exist. if only she wasn’t a woman in a world of gilderoys
and then there IS!!!! the gender aspect of it. like she is a woman in the 70s and she’s not going to get as much attention and she latches onto that as her truth. she would become an active feminist simply for selfish reasons. because she should be famous and she isn’t!!!!!! and GILDEROY IS GETTING FAMOUS!!!!!! AND HE’S A MAN!!!!!!! a useless, boring, ugly, egotistical man!!!!!! and he isn’t a better writer or storyteller than her, but honestly i think they’re both pretty much on the same skill level. but i do believe that if she did fake it like he did she still wouldnt get the attention he gets. because it makes sense, being the 70s and the political climate and whatever. shes a distasteful young woman with a temper and no one likes her. a man can be distasteful with a temper and people will respect him.
so there is a gender aspect to it. which only makes it even more interesting to me. and anyway i didnt mean to make this reply so long agdjdjdjfjf BUT HE IS HER ENEMY AND SHE WANTS HIM DEAD
he doesn’t even really know she exists probably and he doesn’t care one way or the other. its a one sided beef and her meaning of self care if picturing different ways to dismember him <3
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unnameablethings · 7 months ago
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insane about this. obviously my ass is going to f/f harem romance this so apologies to OP for being a clown in reblogs BUT.
-a king/emperor has a big harem and falls spontaneously in love with a warrior knight woman he meets out on the road and he brings her home and she immediately starts working to steal all his fucking wives
-like. he's a fussy little spoiled manchild with a lot of weird ideas about masculinity. he meets her and originally thinks shes a man and she's taciturn and stoic and powerful and extremely competent. hes like WOW ur the EPITOME of masculinity and gets a lil mancrush. and then she turns out to be a woman and the only way he knows how to square that circle of "admiration and gender envy" with "but girl???" is to marry her.
-she's not given a choice about getting married. the emperor gets what he wants ofc. this is an extremely critical mistake on his part
-she shows up at the harem and looks at the vicious infighting and the squabbling over scraps and the discontent and the insecurity and is like. oh SOMEONE needs to take a firm hand here. and proceeds to harem politics her way to the top largely by just. not in any way taking the role of a Wife. She doesn't care even one bit about the emperor's opinion of her, and regards him mostly with a combination of exasperated contempt and a sort of reluctant, pitying affection. he is like a pathetic badly behaved puppy. this drives him FUCKING INSANE. he wants her to be impressed by him so bad and she's never like. Rude To Him. but she says "that's nice" with like. Tolerance. she's being Kind.
-being kind isnt going to stop her from stealing his wives though. shes the husband now. she's taking over the harem by like. listening to their problems. locating the central insecurities and needs and power imbalances. and then Addressing Those Directly. mercilessly abusing her power as the emperor's current favorite in order to get gifts to give his OTHER WIVES
-like,,, one of the wives keeps asking for something that she desperately wants. maybe a book or a plant for her garden. and the emperor is kind of ignoring her because she's not one of his favorites. so the New Wife goes to the emperor and says "you want to please me? bring me this." and when he DOES. she's like. "Thank you" and then. IMMEDIATELY. WHILE HE'S STILL THERE. turns around and presents it to the other wife. and like. APOLOGIZES ON THE EMPEROR'S BEHALF FOR THE DELAY IN HER GETTING IT. absolute power move behaviors. could not more clearly be signalling "I see you're failing in your duties, let me take care of that for you"
-she rewards the emperor for good behavior/giving her what she wants with Restrained Approval. very much like. she's not giving off wife vibes she's still giving off strong "older, stronger masculine role model" vibes. claps him on the shoulder and says "good man." the emperor is so fucking confused and so horny about it. the wives are SHOOK.
-emepror starts doing the harem politics competitive eager to please thing without realizing he's doing it. she handles him the exact same way she handles all her other new wives
War profiteering but for polycule drama
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Restless Nights
Aki Hayakawa x Reader (I don't think there's any mentions of gender and if there is please yell at me because there's not supposed to be)
Fandom: Chainsaw Man
CW: manga spoilers!!! mentions of character death, angst, implied nightmares, hurt/comfort (but mostly hurt), unrequited love, non-sexual bed sharing, aki makes for really good angst sorry
1st Person
This is sfw but I have explicit content on my blog, minors, do not interact with my content. I don't want y'all here.
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Aki Hayakawa had an expiration date far sooner than anyone his age should.
It was painfully obvious to everyone including myself; I mean, the Curse Devil alone was evidence enough but with the impossible, unwavering goal of killing the Gun Devil I wouldn't be surprised if death came knocking next week. It shouldn't hurt me as much as it did, I was trained not to be phased by friends' deaths given the profession and typically avoided friendships altogether but it'd be a lie to say I was okay with it.
Truth be told, I'd fallen for him entirely. It was stupid, of course, you'd have to be blind not to notice Himeno's attempts to stray him–I most certainly didn't have a chance–but the strain in my heart at the mere sight of him couldn't be helped. The thought of being his was lovely but even if he wasn't so cold and closed off; his contracts were so detrimental the idea of a future with him was nothing more than a pathetic pipe dream.
The only comfort I had was knowing I wasn't alone in being rejected or simply having their affections ignored. Himeno obviously but even his new buddy; the Angel Devil were so clearly in love but he never bat an eye at them. Not in the way they wanted him too at least. I suppose Angel would never admit that though, probably scolding me and giving the lecture on how he's a devil first, an angel second. It didn't matter. We both understood that we'd sit on the sidelines, helpless to aid in the prevention of his downfall or end up like Himeno. Whichever came first.
I had seen him less and less as of late though. It was to be expected. I suppose Makima was closing in on the Gun Devil so it came as a surprise when I was told that I would be looking into very likely rumors of a devil a few cities away with Aki. Nonetheless I took the job graciously and headed to the train station with a backpack containing sleepwear for both of us.
Upon arrival I called him, not catching sight of him anywhere. As the phone rang longer I felt my patience dissipating. I had no doubt he'd shown up, I was told he'd be here before me, but this was supposed to be my day off, we'd have to stay the night at a hotel, and I was already tired from the week. If it weren't for my paranoia about Aki's well being and a guttural feeling that as the Gun Devil grew closer to being killed Aki's time grew nearer I would've said no to going. But. The man I was in love with would be dead soon, I should enjoy whatever fleeting moments I can take. After all, his best case scenario was only two years and a few months.
At the third ring a small poke on my arm signified the presence of the man I was looking for. I smiled.
"Glad you found me, wanna get going?" He nodded in response, giving out a ghost of a smile. I grinned and took his hand, selfishly stealing what small contact I could. As I headed to the train he stumbled slightly. Slowing I looked back at him. He may not have said anything, claiming he was just fine without it, but there were small things I'd noticed that he was clearly struggling to adjust to after losing an arm. The most apparent being the few times I had been able to come over and needing to help him cook. He hated it and it was obvious. Prior to his bout with the Darkness Devil he was always ready with an intricate dinner before anyone was walking through the door. I shook the thought.
We boarded and sat in silence, the only noises on the train being the occasional sound of shuffling, rustling paper, and soft whispers. It was nice. I glanced at Aki to see a calm expression gracing his features as he gazed out the window. Moments like this were rare and I made a mental portrait of the way the afternoon sun seemed to make his blue eyes shine as it hit them. I looked away soon after though. He'd called me out for staring before and I didn't want to upset him. He didn't want a relationship, that was made obvious. The train ride would be long. I opted to sleep on the way there.
Upon arriving at the somewhat rural city (though just about every town and city tended to look rural when coming fresh from Tokyo) we asked around. Quickly able to surmise that tip about a devil in the area was correct and taking residence in a decrepit old house on the edge of town. It bolted after seeing us, immediately heading into a wooded area bordering the yard on the house. It was rather weak, the most difficult part of killing it being how good it was at fleeing. After taking care of the body we found a hotel close to the station we'd be departing from the next morning and checked in.
I sat on the couch and gave Aki a tired smile. He returned it before heading to the bathroom and starting hot water for a shower. I followed him in, setting his clothes on the counter.
"I'll go after you so don't take to long okay?" I said before leaving, closing the door behind me. He groaned.
"You act like I'm known for long showers," he muttered though it was audible through the door. I giggled in response before returning to the couch and staring at the ceiling. I had contemplated trying to find something on tv but I was tired and the thought of putting effort into anything right now felt like a chore. He was out quickly as promised, hair down and looking exhausted. Going to one of the beds in the room and pulling back the covers to tuck himself in he was out almost immediately.
After taking my shower and putting on a tee shirt and sweats I let my gaze fall on Aki for a moment. It wasn't a common occurrence to see him at peace to begin with but after Himeno's death he seemed perpetually distraught. Sighing I turned the lights off and muttered a small good night before getting under the covers of the other bed and letting myself drift off.
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I woke up to the sound of crying and turned over to see Aki, still asleep, whimpering as tears fell from his closed eyes. I avoided letting any come to my own at the sight as I climbed out of bed and padded towards him.
"Hey... hey, c'mon. Wake up," I whispered as I shook his shoulder gently. He opened his eyes slowly before quickly sitting up, startling me slightly. Bringing a hand up to his face he wiped away his tears and let out a shaky breath.
"S-sorry," he mumbled. His voice was broken and barely audible. I shook my head and after a moment of hesitation rubbed circles into his back.
"It's okay. You've gone through a lot, you can cry about it if you want to," I offered. It felt stupid coming out of my mouth but seemed to strike a nerve as he looked up at me, his brows knitted and eyes were glossy with tears. He pulled me by my waist and buried his head into my stomach as sobs racked his body. I brought my hand not busy rubbing circles into his back to his head, holding him close and petting his hair.
"Please stay with me tonight," he mumbled. I almost didn't catch it, his voice was weak and muffled by my shirt. But I did. I sighed and moved to sit on the bed before laying down, gently pulling him with me. He curled into himself and nestled further into me. I knew it would hurt, that this was likely the only time he would show anyone, let alone me, any type of vulnerability. That if it had happened to be someone else here who was kind enough to show him compassion and knew him well enough he would've likely had the same reaction. It didn't have to be me. He just needed a warm body and if that's all he ever wanted from me then so be it.
I was utterly whipped and just for tonight I could fool myself into thinking he cared even a fraction about me in the same way I did for him.
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huntergatherercreator · 3 years ago
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Hello :) I was wondering if I could make a not so interesting request and I hope you don't mind 😅 So, like reader has kids with mob Tom Holland and you can decide the genders and number of kids they have and stuff and how would the whole family react to one of reader's friends constantly pursuing reader's love and when reader tells them that she's married and has kids, the lil shit is like "It's all right, just divorce them'' I have a feeling no one will be taking this lightly.....
Hey! I LOVED this idea!! I did switch it up to a co-worker because that's the first thing I thought of when I read this but I can definitely see him grudgingly having to put up with a childhood friend who just won't quit trying to make the reader see how in love with them they are. I feel like I need to write that too now....
Hope you're having a great day, take care and stay safe lovey 💜💜
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Warnings: Some swearing, and super sleaze ball energy
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“It’s just drinks,” you laughed as Tom buried his face into your neck with a sigh. You focused on the mirror, touching up your hair and smoothing over your outfit. It was just drinks but it was with your new work team. You’d all only met last week and you’d suggested a night out as a team building exercise. Nothing broke the new job nerves better than alcohol and bad karaoke.
Tweaking his curls you smiled as Tom reluctantly met your gaze in the mirror.
“You say that, but you’re not the one being left with the terrible two,” he grumbled.
You turned to cup his face, laughing at his small pout and chocolate puppy dog eyes.
“Is my big bad mob boss afraid of a couple teenagers?” you teased.
“I’m not afraid of them,” he growled. “I just don’t understand them. All I get are grunts and sighs from Thomas and with Katelyn its like she speaks a different language all together.” Hands wrapping around your waist he pulled you tight against him.
“Plus, you look too stunning to be let out without a chaperone. I think I need to come with you.” His hands wandered to your backside, fingers creeping down to lift the hem of your dress. “Or, you could stay home,” he purred seductively as he gripped the bare skin of your thighs.
As much as you didn’t want to you wriggled out of his grip. “We’ll have plenty of time for that when I get home.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he winked.
A horn blared from outside and you cursed, you didn’t want to be late. Tom deftly swept you into your jacket and handed you your purse.
“Have a good time, darling,” he said as you kissed him on the cheek quickly. With an appalled huff, he reeled you in for a proper kiss, holding you captive until the taxi beeped their horn again.
“I won’t be late. Have fun,” you called over your shoulder as you hurried out the front door.
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The bar was packed already and you were struggling to find your table when a heavy hand landed on the small of your back.
“It’s Y/N right?” Relieved you found yourself staring up at one of your new co-workers. Your brain faltered for a second before finding his name.
“Max?” He smiled in a cocky overconfident way before leaning in closer.
“You can call me whatever you like, sweetheart.” You grimaced a smile, subtly inching back from him as the stench of his cologne clouded around you.
“Where’s the team table?” you asked, pointedly turning away and scanning the room again.
“It’s in the back corner.” When you moved in the direction he’d indicated he caught your arm. “The table service is pretty slow, if you want a drink we can get one from the bar.”
“I’m happy to wait. I’m going to go re-introduce myself to everyone.” Breaking out of his hold you strode to the table, the prickling feeling of being watched crawling over you until you were swept into the embrace of your favourite work friend.
“I’m so glad you’re here! I was talking about our last project and this one here,” she hooked a thumb at one of the young interns, “doesn’t believe we wrote the whole presentation ourselves after tequila shots.”
You laughed at the memory. When it came to work you took it seriously, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have been promoted to executive and leading this new team. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t know how to have some fun.
You fell into an easy conversation with them both and others of the party drifted over sporadically to shake your hand and introduce themselves a bit more.
“We’ve already met but I’ll take five minutes with you over everyone else.” A voice said at your ear. You already knew from the overpowering smell of cologne it was Max. Now it was mixed with a strong dose of rum and turned your stomach. He lounged against the table in front of you.
“Tell me, who did you have to sleep with to get this job? And is there a sign up sheet?” he winked. Your skin crawled. Tight lipped you judged whether you could justify wasting a perfectly good drink by dumping it over his head. You cast a critical eye over him. As much as he was dressed like a man of business his suit was clearly off the rack. It was too small in the shoulders and had a slight polyester sheen to it. He could pretend all he liked but he hadn’t worked on a team this high up before. If he had he’d be better dressed.
“That’s funny, I was just about to ask how much your daddy had to spent to get you on the team.” His eyes flashed dangerously then he slowly grinned.
“You’re feisty. I like that.” His gaze shamelessly travelled over you. You refused to cross your arms over your chest under his lecherous stare. You’d dealt with worse, you reminded yourself.
“I need another drink.” You told him bluntly and walked off towards the bar. You reluctantly tamped down the urge to fire him. This was outside of business hours, you’d deal with it on Monday morning you told yourself. You just had to get through the rest of the night first.
You’d just reached the bar when his hand gripped at your waist and his fetid breath washed over your neck.
“Keep running away, I like a challenge. It’ll only make it sweeter when I have you writhing under-”
Spinning you shoved him away.
“I’m happily married,” you snapped in disgust.
He only leered at you. “That’s what divorce is for, sweetheart.” Your fingers tightened on your glass as you readied to throw the contents of it at him.
“Get your sleazy hands away from my mum!” You blinked in surprise as Katelyn elbowed her way through the crowd to jab a finger in Max’s face. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, you piece of shit.”
“Katelyn.” you tried to scold her but the weight of it was lost as you laughed.
“You heard her.” Tom’s voice was dangerously low as he stalked to stand beside you. “If you so much as breath in the direction of my wife again it’ll be the last time you do anything.” A cocky smile covered Max’s face until Thomas stopped behind him and dug his hands into his shoulders.
“You heard my dad. If you have any common sense you won’t mess with us.”
Max snorted, “You think I’m scared of you? I could steal your wife any day-”
“Mr Holland, I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” The flustered manager of the bar accompanied by two security guards faltered as he took in the scene. “Is there an issue here?”
“There is, this idiot is threatening me,” Max sneered.
The manager didn’t divert his attention away from Tom for a second.
“This man’s been harassing my wife, could you escort him out Eddie?” Tom asked the closest guard.
“Sure thing, boss.”
“Boss?” Max scoffed. “What did you do? Pay them off? How pathetic.”
“I called him boss because he owns the place.” Eddie scowled, grabbing a fistful of Max’s suit jacket. Mouth gaping his beady eyes flickered between you and Tom.
“Fuck,” he swore as the pin finally dropped. You were surprised it had taken him this long to work it out. There weren’t many Holland’s in town after all.
“In case it isn’t perfectly clear, you’re fired.” you snapped. You watched him get dragged away, the crowd parting like the sea to avoid him.
“What are you all doing here?” you asked as Katelyn wrapped you in a hug from behind.
“Eddie called dad,” Thomas said, as if it was obvious.
“You had him watching me?”
“I always have someone watching you. I need to know you’re safe when I’m not with you.” Pulling you into his arms he captured your mouth, hand possessively winding around the nape of your neck as he kissed you deeply.
“Ew!” Katelyn complained just as Thomas said, “I think I’ve lost my appetite.”
Laughing you pulled back to swat playfully at them both.
“You just made sure I’m forever stuck with your dad, get used to it,” you smiled.
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blackvelvetwriteson · 4 years ago
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𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 (𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍)
                                       (  ~ Multiple Characters x Gender Neutral                                                     Reader Insert ~ )
GENRE: FILTHY SMUT     
                                                  FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Today for our characters, we have cumflation, exhibitionism, bondage, somnophilia, overstimulation, marking/burning, corruption, video recording, and tentacle play || I’m sorry if I didn’t catch them all! 
SUMMARY: These are just snippets that I’ve formed throughout the day of the BNHA boys when they’re feral or READER-CHAN is feral. Enjoy! 
WORD COUNT: N/A
(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)
𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎
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    I headcanon that Kirishima's body is extremely sensitive (and he's secretly a perv I mean come on he hangs with Denki and Denki hangs with Mineta) But he's also HELLA shy. So yall are on a movie date, right, and he has his hand over his bulge, grinding into his hand because he's too embarrassed to let you know that he's turned on; so he's just whimpering away and then he gets really close to your ear- by accident- and he moans your name trying to stay as quiet as he can as he's just crumbling and you, very casually, kneel in front of him and when he tells you not to, you take his cock out of his jeans and suck him off telling him to stay quiet until he cums.... And then you overstim the fuck out of him. By the time you're done and it's time to leave, his whole forearm is covered in bite marks from him trying to muffle his moans.
𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈
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     He comes back home from work irritated as hell because someone stole a kill from him so you watch him stomp and pout around the house grumbling before you're both casually watching TV. You climb into his lap and start grinding into him, hard, and as he gets more turned on he gets more angry, eventually burying your face into the cushion before railing you so hard that by the end of it his cum forms a bulge in your tummy, you're feeling raw, and you're crying; but he also is a master at aftercare and he's in his domspace so he's not worried about what pissed him off.
𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈
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    He, naturally is shy, but he couldn't help asking to come along when you suggested going to a dinner party that the heroes had put together after a MAJOR win and you were surprised but you said yeah. After some time, he went to the corner table that the two of you reserved but not because he was shy; you brushed him the RIGHT way and he was hot. At the party. And he couldn't exactly ask you to help when you were conversing with other heroes. You got drinks and returned to him with his hands in between his legs as he grinds against his wrist and forearms, riding his hand, mumbling and moaning out your name sweating, out of breath and red faced, then he gets shy when seeing you and he stops, but you make him turn his fingers into tentacles and guide him on how to play with you under the table as a hero or two sit at your table and you all start talking casually as Tamaki tries not to break and blow his cover bc you could lose your hero licenses if you got found out.
𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀
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   Iida invites you over to his house to meet his family, and you oblige happily letting him think this will be a teaseless night but of course he's extremely sensitive. You just HAD to exploit that in front of his family. While you're gathered around having dinner, you of course sit next to him and reach over slyly stroking him over his pants mid sentence. You already know he's big because let's face it this man is an absolute truck, and within a few short seconds he's already showing through his tight ass slacks. And it's more noticeable because they're light grey. He's trying to keep his composure even through his fogged ass glasses as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, VERY slyly and nobody even notices because you're following along with the conversation seamlessly. You edge him and tease him already knowing that he was quite loud when he came, so you wanted to see how he would fare in front of his family. long story short, he doesn't.❤️ And he instantly gets hard again when you lick your fingers clean of his cum and address the person who cooked the food while staring at him right in his eyes like "Mmmm this is so good. Thanks for the meal~ It was a real *TREAT* Thank you for inviting me, I loved the food. I’m happy to come back any time you need me."
𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈
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    FUCKING CUMFLATION CUMFLATION CUMFLATION; He's just fucking RAILING you into the couch whining about how good you feel, how he's the best one you'll ever have, on about how good you make him feel and how he's the only one that knows how to please you the right way. He's just about spent but he wants to watch his cum pouring out of you and just the very image of it gives him anime protag energy so he's reaching all the way deep inside of you while he feeds you praises and tells him how good you're taking him, asking you if you want it harder, faster, deeper. He overstimulated yourself, taking your out of it state of mind to his advantage. He's an absolute mess of tears, moans, and laughter as he orgasms and cums inside of you again, wasting no time to pull out and watch his cum drip out of your hole, always ready to eat it right out of you because he's a pervy baby.
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀
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He's the type to make you a pretty little collar from his tape when he got promoted at work, then drag you around the house by your collar all the way to your balcony, before taping your legs to stay open, your feet and thighs taped to the balcony’s edge, his body being the only thing that's holding you up. At this point, he doesn't care who sees as he absolutely ruins you, bruising your body with his teeth, growling in your ear as he mutters curses in spanish while absolutely WRECKING your shit. If you looked you could even see a bulge in your stomach too. He has no form of restraint when he's feral, grabbing at your skin, forcing your convulsing body to take him in deeper until he sees that you're all fucked out. Then later the same day, you see the both of you fucking on the front cover of the tabloids and it turns him on all over again, and he proceeds to fuck your face while he's reading the column, an expression of complete desperation and victory staining his face.
𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔
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Ahhhh our innocent little beannnnn. It'd been awhile since he came since he's too busy occupying himself to masturbate and yall haven't had sex because of your schedules and doing hero work. But you come home late one shift and you find him in bed sleeping while moaning softly and crying while he's whimpering out your name like the pathetic little bitch boy he is while he's grinding against a pillow. You don't wanna wake him up, but you do record it so you can show it to him tomorrow, but you also prop your phone up and record yourself climbing on top of him, replacing the pillow with a thinner one so you could still have control of him without waking him up. You giggled softly and shook your head a little as you started to grind on him, feeling him grip at your hips while he's still dreaming of you, and you grind your hips into him harder and harder watching his crying get more and more intense until he cums and ruts his hips up hard into you even being a screamer while he's asleep. Then he wakes up a little but not enough to know what all is going on, but his back arches and he's screaming and begging for you to continue as you suck his cock clean only to have him cum in your mouth again and again, and then you coo him back to sleep peacefully, kiss his tears and turn off the camera.
𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎
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Shoto doesn't have an ounce of social ANYTHING, no social cues, when things are appropriate or not, etc etc. So he takes you out to dinner and he's nibbling away at your neck, his hands trailing over your body because you guys were in the corner and you could get away with it, until he eventually pulls you into his lap and grinds your hips against his so that you could feel his bulge. And then he whispers in your ear how much he wants you, how much he wants to be balls deep inside of you, or how nice your tongue would feel against his cock and how much he aches for you until he's practically in tears. He makes you bounce on him, not really caring who saw you, while spreading your legs and stroking you over your pants at the same time freezing your hands together and pulling your arms over yours and his head so all you could do was cum, beg, and squirm around while you listen to his soft grunts in your ear, your legs having given out awhile ago.
𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐙𝐎
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    Shoji babyyyy awwww. He definitely has a size kink for... Obvious reasons, and he's always really gentle, so he got really flustered when you asked him to be a bit rough with you, instructing him to pin your hands above your head, forcing your legs open and keep them there, and you tried to force yourself all the way down on him. Of course, he'd never experienced everything so intense before, so even after he cums and is a twitching trembling mess you force him to continue to fuck into you until he's begging you to stop but also trying to get more at the same time.
𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈
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Dabi suddenly showing up to your work 10 minutes before your lunch break starts and he drags you out of the office and he pulls you into a dark corner so anybody could see if they wanted to but you both weren't in the way of anything (and out of the way of cameras) and he fucks you HARD burning through some of your clothes, leaving burn marks on you, his fingers shoved in your mouth to muffle your moans, and there's a bleeding bite mark on the nape of your neck then he kisses you, tells you to have a good day at work, and walks out as if nothing even happened.
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oliviayamaoka · 3 years ago
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The Roseville Murders (Chapter 2)
Hi, just wanted to say I adjusted the plot slightly and will go into more detail with the story next chapter! This was a bit experimental and I wanted to write the growing relationship / rivalry between Y/N and Danny. I also wanted to write Y/N as a girlboss and to be just as witty as Danny!
Anyways, please comment any ideas or suggestions you may wanna see in future chapters! I have this planned out but would love any ideas or stuff I can add into the story! Tysm for reading!
It rained softly outside as you took a seat at your workplace. The desk was a bit cluttered with your art, notes, junk, and your papers regarding your current investigation.
One of the drawings on your desk was a sketch of Ghostface’s mask, attached to it was a few notes regarding the origin of the mask. Did Ghostface care for the history of it, anyways? You already theorized he was a narcissist who took pride in his work. Perhaps, he admired Edward Munch and his infamous “The Scream” artwork? Or maybe he based his persona off of it? You weren’t too sure but you did research the distribution and the company that made the masks. It wasn’t a particular popular company but it only distributed to the USA, Canada, and Brazil.
Ghostface didn’t seem too caring when it came to where he stabbed victims. As long as there was a lot of blood and something only he could perceive as art. And maybe you too. You felt excited, you already had a three year timeline. Maybe, you could get ahold of other states and ask if there’s been similar killings. Maybe even Brazil and Canada? You had to pinpoint a location and see if you could find just one name, any name.
Three years. Three countries. A part of you doubted he was Brazilian. Maybe Canadian? You weren’t so sure, you were pretty sure he was American. Y/N would probably have to go to the library tommorow to do research and use the slowly growing internet. Your research was suddenly halted when you knocked your sketchbook over.
Our slid a page. You kneeled down to pick it up, holding it as you examined the dark sketch. On the paper was a sketch of claws? No, they also looked like tentacles. Ever since the incident, you had dreams of these tentacle claws grabbing you and pulling you away from life as you know it. It must’ve been a sign of trauma or maybe it represented what happened through the nightmares? You slid it back into your sketchbook, deciding not to dwell on it. It would only make your room feel more depressing.
Beside your sketchbook was your leather journal. Y/N wrote everything in there, for mental health reasons. You included the incident and what Jonathan did for you. Your previous therapist said journaling your thoughts helped the healing process. It worked but journaling about how you killed your abuser was hell.
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when your phone rang. It was a chunky, black mobile phone you got about a week ago? Y/N reached for it and answered.
“Hello?” You answered, using your other hand to organize your desk.
“Hello?” A voice answered, it was a male by the sound of it.
“Hi, who’s this?” Y/N asked, paying no mind to the phone call as she started to put some of her stuff away. Art supplies.
“Who’s this?” He replied.
“Y/N L/N, am I who you’re trying to reach?” You asked, sitting back down.
“Ah, you’re no fun, detective.” He chuckled as you stopped, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Who was this?
“My apologies but, this is my personal phone. Can I ask who gave you this number?” You questioned him.
“Why does it matter, gorgeous? I know it’s you now.” He responded.
“Please don’t call me that. And yes, I am indeed a detective but I’d feel more comfortable discussing anything with you on my work phone.” Y/N said sternly.
“Oh, yeah… Detective L/N, huh? Think you’re some sort of hotshot because you’re new? Where did you come from? Washington? Gonna take more than the feds to catch me.” He said to you.
You listened intently and stopped for a moment. Catch him? Must be a stupid prank. Although, not a funny one since he had your personal phone number. An eyebrow raised as you looked at your notes on Ghostface.
“You still haven’t told me your name. Let’s not be rude, yeah?” You responded, being a little more cocky since you were off-duty.
“Awe, don’t tell me you forgot my name. I’ll give you a hint… I’ve been quite famous lately. In fact, I think you’ve taken quite the interest in me, Y/N.” The man teased. It was 100% Danny.
“I asked for a name, not an alias.” You said.
“Maybe after dinner, hotshot.” Danny said to you as you furrowed your eyebrows.
“I’m not in Roseville to play games. Either verify you are who you claim to be or quit wasting my time.” Y/N spoke with a stern tone.
“My last victim had three stab wounds to the throat. It was going to be two but their scream wasn’t as satisfying as I thought it would be. And they had a tattoo on their upper thigh. Bella Smith.” He said as you froze for a moment.
It was true. The latest murder victim was a middle-aged woman named Bella Smith who worked at a convenience store. She had multiple stab wounds but it was pretty much impossible to see she had three wounds on her throat just looking at photos of the crime scene.
“Okay and how did you get my number? I imagine the infamous Ghostface doesn’t have access to these types of things. How do I know this isn’t some sort of elaborate prank orchestrated by my coworkers?” You questioned.
“Honey, I am Roseville. Also sounds like you have experience with these kinds of things. You ever get humiliated like that?” Danny asked, grinning widely.
“No, it’s just a very logical conclusion. And why would you be talking to me anyways?” You asked him.
While you spoke to him, you quickly wrote down what he said and what he sounded like. You quickly speculated what his age may be, maybe 25?
“I keep tabs on the cops who are investigating my work and to be honest? They’re all stupid, it’s pathetic. Although, I noticed something about you. You come from one of the big cities, don’t you? You’re actually smart compared to those other pigs.” He said.
“Those pigs you speak of have tried their best in pursuing you. They have families too.” You responded.
“Really, huh? You’ve only been here three weeks? I think you should just trust me on this one because those other officers really don’t know what they’re doing. If you actually find out who I am, are they gonna give you credit? The newbie? A woman?” He asked.
“I don’t understand why gender is an issue. And why would they try to steal credit?” You questioned.
“They’re stuck in this shit hole city and I bet they could just really use a promotion right now. They want so badly to be the hero that arrests me… but first, they’ll let the freshly graduated detective do the work. It’s so easy to overshadow women in this world.” Danny said.
“Well, I don’t care. As long as you’re put behind bars.” Y/N responded.
“The bars at this station? I must say, your desk is quite cute. A bit plain but I like your style… interesting files too.” He mused.
“Huh?” You responded, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Your lil’ office at the station, I like it. This place has always been easy to break into. You noticed it too, didn’t you? Their security sucks and their morgue is just too damn small.” Danny said as you frantically looked around, shoving your shoes on.
“I’m going to call them right now and tell them you’re there. That was a stupid move on your part.” You said, practically yelling.
“So young and naive. I’ll be long gone.” He responded, chuckling as you hung up.
“Fuck, shit!” You said, quickly dialling the number to the police station.
You practically flung your door open, sprinting down the hallway and out through the front doors of the apartment complex after three flights of stairs. Your heart rate increased as you continued running down the sidewalk, feeling more frantic when there was no answer.
“Answer…!” You yelled, calling the emergency number.
“911, how can I help you?” A staticky voice answered as you continued running.
“I’m Detective Y/N L/N! Please inform the police station that there’s an intruder! He might be armed and dangerous! Do not touch anything since there may be forensic evidence!” You instructed.
“Oh—yes, right away, ma’am!” The dispatcher answered as you hung up, continuing to focus on your running towards the station.
Back at your apartment complex, there stood Danny with his own mobile phone. It couldn’t be traced back to him since it was stolen and he didn’t leave any DNA on it. If anything, it had the previous owners. Bella Smith. Your apartment complex had fire escape stairs outside your window. Easy enough, he thought. His outfit was black and had some stuff hanging off it. Strings? Ribbons? Danny was quite quick and extremely quiet when it came to climbing the set of stairs.
He reached your window, pulling it open gently and hoisting himself through, landing gently whilst kneeled down. For precaution, he had his knife gripped in one hand. This was purely for investigation and to see what you truly had on him. His head tilted curiously as he noticed your desk. Your art and notebook. His gloved hand reached out to your sketch of him.
Danny was truly impressed at how detailed and good it was. He read through your sticky notes and theories. Other than the fact he was blown away, he knew you were a threat since you successfully guessed his age range and height. Wait, his height? You did a careful examination of the footage he was in, looking at objects around him and his boots to correctly guess a height.
“What the fuck…?” Danny muttered as he looked at your notes.
The Scream by Edward Munch and a costume company? He skimmed over your notes and the psychological profile you built on him. He felt somewhat panicked since you were indeed no joke. His gaze averted towards your leather notebook. Eagerly, he grabbed it and opened it. Most of it was your thoughts and causes of your stress and anxiety. He stopped flipping through when he saw a darker page. It was dark because of the writing and how crumpled it seemed.
December 23rd, 1992
I was walking down an alleyway two weeks ago. It was cold so I had a jacket over my uniform. I suppose that’s why the man didn’t know I was an officer.
At first, I thought that he was going to try and rob me. It took me a while to realize that my money and belongings wasn’t what he was after. I suppose it would be appropriate to say that I was in shock for a moment. He never finished what he started. Despite being in shock, I was able to feel everything and the adrenaline only helped my rage.
Why? Why did this have to happen to me? After getting him off, I pulled my gun out and he stopped. I still remember the look on his face after I shot him. He was scared and pathetic, as he was in life. I don’t regret killing him. I never will. I just feel utterly violated. Never once have I been touched like that so violently. Is this what this fucked up world has come to? What if I didn’t have my gun and training?
He definitely did this to other women… he deserved to die. And I would do it all over again to him and to other men just like him. Of course, I had to call the police. They were going to charge me with manslaughter but they said that they would push this all under the rug, just as long as I never tell anybody. Did I contribute to corruption in the police force? This getting out would ruin everything. I don’t know but I do know that this was my gift.
Freedom was my gift for killing that man. It felt oddly exhilarating. I hope nobody remembers him, I hope his family know what kind of monster he was. Anyways, I’m being reassigned somewhere. They said they’ll give me my first investigation. In a smaller city.
Danny’s fingers trailed over the page. He felt angry and sad for you. That this happened to you. But, something arose in him when he kept re-reading that paragraph. You… enjoyed it? Behind the mask, he had a soft expression on his face. He imagined your beautiful face full of blood with you and your gun. He smiled gently as he kept the notebook.
He did indeed feel bad for you but he wasn’t satisfied with his limited knowledge of you. Danny decided to use this notebook of incriminating evidence to hold some leverage over you. Not only that but he figured he’d get to know you better if they had something interesting to talk to you about. Danny couldn’t help but grin when he thought about your journal entry and the sketches you made of him. So smart yet so naive.
Danny quickly took a look around your apartment to see all points of entry. He took a peak into your bedroom, it was neat and tidy. He seemed somewhat paranoid so quickly went back to your living room window, making his swift little escape. Not without taking some of your notes on him and your sketchbook.
About two hours later, you rubbed your eyes in frustration as another officer came to talk to you. There was a forensic team still investigating your little office space. Apparently, there was nobody here and your office seemed untouched. For about thirty minutes, you inspected any points of entry and tried to look for out of place shoe marks since it rained outside.
“Detective, are you certain it was the killer who called? We get prank calls a lot.” He said as you nodded.
“Yes, I’m certain. It was him, he knows I’m going to catch him soon.” You said as he nodded a bit.
“Okay, well, we’ll take it from here. Come early tommorow.” He said as you sighed.
“I will but please, don’t miss anything. I’m starting to think he was lying. It was him though.” You said as you turned, walking down the hallway towards the exit.
It seemed to be evening at this point and the rain stopped pouring. It was slightly humid but the city looked oddly beautiful when it was wet? You couldn’t stop thinking about your phone call with Ghostface earlier. Y/N already had some tech professionals try to track the number he called from and all of the information regarding the phone company. You’d have to wait two days at the latest for the results to come back.
As you walked through light puddles, you felt more and more tired. All the running and frantically searching for him was enough to just make you exhausted. It was all last-minute too. Y/N stopped dead in her tracks when she felt her mobile phone ring. You pulled it out of your pocket and answered it.
“Hello?” You asked, tired.
“Hey, gorgeous. Just wanted to apologize for my little deception trick earlier.” He responded as your eyes widened.
“Ghostface…” You responded, shocked that he had the courage to call you again.
“God, hearing that from you…” He said with a slight husk as you took a deep breath quietly to calm yourself.
“You know I’m close, don’t you?” You questioned him as he chuckled.
“Of course, I do… only these hands of mine can do wonders for you.” Danny said to you as you scoffed.
“You’re disgusting.” You say to him.
“Don’t lose your temper now, detective. There’s… things we should discuss.” He cooed.
“Things? Seriously?” You asked him, already tired of his bullshit.
“Yeah! Like, this lil’ notebook of yours! Really deep stuff… Victor Houston, was it? The serial rapist? Must’ve felt real good to put him down, didn’t it? Did it feel as good as you said it did in this thing?” He asked as you froze.
You probably let out a small whimper of shock as your hands trembled. Your heart pumped hard and fast. It was all you can hear as you felt your face heat out of pure embarrassment and shock. He… read your journal? This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good.
“W-What…?” You asked as he cackled.
“God, you’re so hot when you sound scared. Don’t be offended though, babe. You still sound real sexy in your cop tone.” He said as he continued.
“Yeah, I read all about the guy you killed. And how it was all covered up to accommodate you. Are you a star student or something? It’s hard covering up murders… or has it always been easy for you?” He asked.
“I-I, um… how did you get that…?” You asked him, trembling.
“You see, Y/N… we’re the same. You and I are too smart for Roseville. It’s just that I got the upper hand this time. While you rushed to the police station, I took a quick trip into your apartment.” He said as you let out a light gasp.
“Yeah, that’s right! I know where you live, I know where you’re from, and your number. I know who you truly are, Detective Y/N L/N.” Danny said mockingly.
“And what are you going to do with it?” You asked him.
“Always so straight to the point. I might give that annoying little journalist Jed Olsen. You’re trying to work with him, aren’t you? You mentioned in one of these notes… you also think he’s handsome.” He said as you covered your eyes.
You fought tears.
“Why? Why would you do this?” You ask.
“I should be asking you that. I’m a bit jealous you find someone like Olsen… attractive. He’s so boring, so normal, so… ugh, I hate talking about him. Still though, nice to know I have another fan besides him.” He said to you.
“Where are you going with this?!” You snapped as he chuckled darkly.
“I won’t tell anybody. Just as long as you halt your investigation for a while. I still want to have fun in Roseville here and well… get to know you.” He said.
“Go to hell.” You muttered.
“How original… so what’ll it be? I kinda need to know now since I’m also on a bit of a time crunch.” Danny asked you.
“W-What the fuck do you want me to do? Sit back and watch as you kill more innocent people?! I won’t let you.” You said with a venomous tone.
“What are you gonna do? Stop me behind bars?” He asked mockingly.
“Fuck you.” You said.
“I’m sure we will. But first, I just want you to sit back and not do anything stupid. We’ll see each other eventually. I’ll call you from another phone soon.” He said, hanging up.
You held your phone in disbelief and quickly made sure you had your gun. How the hell could you have been so dumb?! It was genius, leading you away from you apartment and finding such leverage against you purely out of luck. Your breath trembled as you walked back to your apartment, having your gun ready in your pocket as you did so.
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vaguely-concerned · 3 years ago
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also I have some very disorganized Thoughts and Feelings about how much TF and Miss Fortune have a sort of... reversed version of the stereotypically gendered dynamic you'd typically expect to see there when they interact directly. between the nose boop and MF going "*tsk* so serious. you're much prettier when you smile :>" at him in LoR -- you see a pattern where she's taking the active, condescending role of using flirtation as a power tactic usually coded masculine (and you know a guy like this, who's... 'nice' and 'playful' towards you specifically to make you uncomfortable :/ other genders do it too of course but I think it has more additional cultural baggage to it from a straight man and it's more immediately recognizable), and he is playing the passive part of being acted upon and putting up with it with whatever grace he's got to spare, which is usually coded feminine. (bleh & ugh, but hey I didn't come up with this culture okay don't look at me.)
(interestingly when she's trying to appeal to both TF and Graves at the same time once they have her cornered, she pulls out a much more 'traditional' *cocks hip, wide appealing green eyes, 'oh boys whatever am I going to do against two big strong men like you *pout*'* thing. even more interestingly it doesn't actually work At All, her total and immediate success depends on getting them tangled up in each other and they literally just forget about her lmao. I mean it *does* work in that it makes them dismiss her easier, I think, and that specific part of the standoff has Gender Implications all its own hoh boy)
I suspect she instinctively knows that the wide-eyed helpless damsel act or usual seductive come hither thing won't work on TF b/c y'know, you can't grift a grifter and all that lol, and also there's a difference there because he's not a straight dude, which does bring in a different conceptualization of sexuality and gender in some important nuance both in him and between them here, I think. (when I'm talking about the feeling of TF being subtly queercoded a lot even outside of his whole deal with Graves I think it's partly stuff like this I'm picking up on. I personally think he's bi/pan but all I can tell you for certain is that he's got big non-straight vibes and he's in love with his partner lol
also, who could forget Gangplank's line about thinking 'those two alley whores' were working for MF in that one short story, clearly recognizing her as the genuine threat and using language normally intended to denigrate and trivialize women for Graves and TF fsdfjash there are! layers of Shit going on here folks!)
their dynamic hits quite poignantly on the whole wielding sexuality like a weapon thing MF has going on more than almost anything else in her lore does, in my opinion, because it truly sums up that a) this sort of thing is not about sex at all, it's about power (I know in my heart these two do not want to fuck each other haha, if anything he seems genuinely quite annoyed by her beneath his charm (and also oh yeah she tried to have him and his partner murdered that one time there's that! XD) and she clearly finds him kind of pathetic/at the very most endearingly ineffectual. based on her interactions I would fully believe she's actually a lesbian in her uh 'private life' so to speak actually) and b) her way of wielding that power changes with her target, and with someone who's equally skilled in a quite similar branch of manipulation they both get what's going on and play the game with that subtext almost-openly acknowledged. (TF is like... seductive but less overtly sexually so the vast majority of the time, he's doing more of a 'aw don't mind little old me I'm harmless! please tell me about yourself tho you're genuinely interesting :)' as he steals all your stuff right from under you, a bit more Tahm Kench-ish at the core. or he downplays his own power to get people to lower their guard and then makes his move, like I think he's pulling in double double cross. masculine sexuality is often coded as more threatening unless it's in the right context so I think he'd be very careful to only let that into a situation if he was r e a l l y sure that was the way the cards were going.)
not sure how this fits in but I also think it's worth noting that in the LoR interactions between them when MF seems like she's trying to be genuinely friendly, she pretty much just brings up Graves to him haha
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swordofpevensie · 4 years ago
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requested by: @mywinterivy “Hiya! I’m quite excited to find a new Narnia blog! Could I make a headcanon request please? Imagine being a famous pirate & having a friendly rivalry with King Caspian, like they enjoy vexing e/o & keep running into e/o before plot happens & the pirate helps them out? They’re v playful/bantery together but maybe they’re both kinda conflicted about liking e/o, cuz Cas is a king & the pirate is a criminal/commoner, could it be gender neutral or female please? Thank you!’’
my masterlist is here.
warnings: mentions of death, fighting.
a/n: i don't know if it is an “imagine” or a fic. i'm really confused too. and i can't be sure if this is exactly what you wanted but i hope you like it. x
• In your defence, you thought attacking to that ship was a good idea. If you’d known the ship belonged to Narnia, you, of course, wouldn’t have attacked it. You should have guessed that such a amazing ship would belong to the king of Narnia.
• Anyways, you couldn’t guess and you ended being caught by the king’s men. And a mouse, Reepicheep, was holding its sword towards you, suggesting you to surrender. It was unbelievable that a famous and feared pirate like you was being threatened by a mouse.
• It didn't take long for the king to come to the deck, where you were brought down on your knees and held by king’s men. His crown wasn't on his head but you didn't need to see his crown to know that he was the king. His walk with his hands tied behind his back, unhurried steps, the look in his eyes, the armor he wore, the sword hanging from his waist, everything about him demonstrated that he was the king.
• He was coming closer to you. You spoke immediately, ‘’First of all, that sea doesn’t have a conquerer, therefore you can’t arrest or punish me.’’ He was surprised that you dared to speak without any sign of fear. Normally people were afraid of speaking in front of him as he is the king of Narnia, he is Caspian the Seafarer. ‘’Secondly and lastly, tell your men to release me. Otherwise things will get ugly.’’
• He smirked. ‘’I do not think you are in a position to threaten me. If I want, they'll kill you right now.’’ And that moment, you knew you hated him.
• Also, that was how you two met. After that conversation, he released you because you were right, that sea didn’t belong to anyone so he couldn’t arrest you or you crew. He let you go "for this time only" because he didn't want any more trouble. His voyage was to explore, not to fight. He didn’t want to take the risk and fight.
• You hadn’t been Narnia before, you never sailed in their sea. For no reason, you suddenly wanted to visit Narnia and discover its sea.
• Caspian, of course, heard your arrival and he wanted to you to come Cair Paravel immediately. Just to annoy him, you went to the castle after to days of his call.
• You could tell he was angry and annoyed when you first saw him in the throne room. He wasn’t sitting on the thore, he was standing in front of it and his posture was strong. To be honest, you were delighted. You wanted to prove him that you didn’t obey to anyone and no one could patronize you. You’d been free since you were born and you weren’t willing to let anyone take it from you.
• ‘’Why are you late?’’ He asked. You shrugged and all he did was to take a deep breath. ‘’Why are you here? Are you planning to cause trouble?’’ He asked again. ‘’No,’’ You said. ‘’Look, I'm not going to come and invade your kingdom just because I have attacked your ship once and by mistake. I'm here for sightseeing. Or does your majesty not accept guests to his kingdom?’’
• His looks were judging you. He wasn’t even trying to hide that. He didn't take his eyes off you and your two men standing behind you while he ran his hands thoughtfully over his beard. ‘’You can stay.’’ He finally said. ‘’But be sure your sightseeing doesn’t take so long.’’
• ‘’I was gonna stay anyways.’’ You said and left the room. If there was something you really hated, it was kings. For you, they were nothing but egotistical people who restrict freedom. On the island you came from, people would choose the person to lead them. That's why you could never understand or love kings.
• ‘’You are so pathetic.’’ Caspian said to his reflection in the mirror. ‘’You are the king but you are about to take a trip in the woods just to come across her. Moreover, you are taking a dozen men with you. You are really pathetic.’’
• He couldn’t help it. He liked you for no reason at all and he just wanted to get to know you. And also he wanted to make sure that you were not causing any trouble because he really didn’t trust you.
• He found you. You were alone, wandering in the woods. Your crew wanted to stay in the ship and rest. But you wanted to walk, get some fresh air and think. After spending so many days afloat, walking on the ground and feeling the earth made you feel good. Besides, it was good to be on your own. You could plan where to go, how to go, what to buy for the next voyage.
• You were feeling very very good until you heard the sounds of horses approaching and people talking. You saw the king. He was riding a black horse. To be honest, he looked very majestic and handsome. But you pretended you didn’t see him and kept walking. Soon, the black horse was next to you. You sighed loudly. ‘’You don't need to follow me. I will not cause any problem. I already told you.’’
• ‘’What?’’ He chuckled nervously. ‘’I wasn’t following you. I just happened to find you.’’ You laughed, saying you didn’t believe him. Without you noticing, he motioned to his men to leave with his hand and dismounted, then he started walking with you without your permission. For some unknown reason you did not object and you let him.
• As you two walked, Caspian was the one to start a topic. You just answered his questions at first but as time passed, you realized that he wasn’t that hard to get along. When it came to his being king, you couldn't help but say, ‘’I hate kings.’’ He asked you the reason, his voice was serious and his looks were tense. ‘’I’ve been to many kingdoms and fought with many kings. And every king I met was tyrant, egotistical, and selfish who was willing to sacrifice others for himself.’’
• He turned to you, looked at your eyes and said ‘’Maybe you’ve never met a king like me.’’
• ‘’I don’t think you are any different.’’ You replied.
• ‘’What if I proved you that I’m different?’’
• ‘’And how are you planning to do that?’’ You asked sarcastically.
• ‘’You can stay here-‘’ You immediately interrupted him. ‘’I’m not staying here more than two days. And in these two days, me and my crew will be getting everything we need. Then we’ll leave.’’
• He opened his mouth to speak but you spoke first. ‘’Look, your majesty, I’m sure you are the king for some reason. I don’t want or need any proof because I don’t care at all. We needed some rest and we anchored here. That’s all.’’ Then you turned around and left him there and returned to your crew.
• ‘’He is the king.’’ You thought. ‘’Why is he trying to prove himself to me?’’
• When you arrived, one of your men came and informed you that two of the paddlers were sick and they needed help. And that’s how you had to stay in Narnia for eleven days.
• On the fourth day, while you were walking in the market to find something to steal, you heard enthusiastic voices. It was as if people were celebrating something. Since you didn't understand anything, you asked the person closest to you what was going on. She replied, ‘’King Caspian visits market and pays a visit to people living hereabouts every wednesday.’’
• You quickly hid behind a stall and waited for Caspian and his regiment to arrive. But he was walking and talking to a man and a woman. Reepicheep was walking behind Caspian. There was no guards, no knights to protect him. He was wearing a trouser and a dark purple shirt which showed most of his chest. He looked so casual. You now understood what he meant.
• You came out of your hiding place and continued to wander around the market. Until you saw Caspian's long body in front of you. He didn’t speak first. You said nothing either. You two just looked at each other and it hit him. He liked you much more than he thought he did. ‘’Oh, no.’’ He thought. ‘’That is a problem.’’
• He didn’t care about you being a pirate or a commoner. He was the king, he could mary whoever he wanted. The problem was he knew you wouldn’t like him back. You liked to be free, sailing, traveling, he knew that. It wasn’t hard to tell.
• ‘’Hi, your majesty.’’ You said finally, feeling uncomfortable because of the silence. ‘’Hi.’’ He bowed to you but you didn’t do the same. Why was he bowing to you anyways? You weren’t a noble, you were criminal, a pirate.
• ‘’I thought you left.’’ He said. ‘’I had to stay.’’ He just shook his head. Was he expecting you to talk?
• ‘’My men were sick.’’ You said but he talked at the same time. ‘’I’m glad you had to stay.’’
• You looked at him, totally confused.
• ‘’I mean… I’m glad you had to stay because… you can see I’m not like other kings.’’
• You rolled your eyes. ‘’If you excuse me, your highness, I should go and shop for my crew.’’
• When you turned your back, he asked ‘’Why do you hate kings so much?’’
• ‘’King Miraz killed my mother and father.’’ you said, without turning back to him. Then you left, both the market and Narnia.
• It’d been weeks since you left Narnia. You were sailing again, your men were healthy. You’d stopped at a port and after looting there and taking your needs, you’d continued on your way. Everything was supposed be good but you were restless, some nights you couldn’t sleep, your crew told you that you were being a little agressive, you couldn’t focus on making plan sor fighting. You almost got stabbed in the looting.
• You were lying in your chamber, thinking about where to go next. But your brain kept finding a way to think about Caspian. ‘’No,’’ you said to yourself. ‘’Where should we go next?’’ But your mind’s answer was ‘’To Narnia, to Caspian.’’ Before forcing yourself to sleep, you whispered silently, ‘’Damn!’’
• The next day was a beautiful day. The sea was good, the weather was breezy. You felt a bit better. But it was interrupted too. One of your men screamed, ‘’Two ships behind us!’’ You turned and looked, said ‘’Damn it!’’ again because one of the ships was Caspian’s ship.
• Then you realized that the other ship was attacking to Caspian’s ship. You saw arrows flying in the air. While one part of you said "Don't care, go on your way", the other side said "You have to help him." Even though you couldn't explain why, you chose the latter.
• You turned the course of the ship, ordered your men to prepare to attack, and when your ship approached Caspian's ship, you and a few others with you jumped onto the Narnia ship while your men shot the other ship with arrows. It was easy for you to distinguish between Narnians and non-Narnians. It was also easy for you to kill non-Narnians.
• The only problem was you hadn’t seen where Caspian was yet. “Where is your king?” You asked the closest Narnian. "He was taken to the other ship," he replied. That answer was enough for you to jump on the other ship and make a little slaughter there.
• You put your sword on one of the men's throat and asked, "Where is the king?" He pointed to the cabin, which was the last thing he did before he died.
• You kicked the cabin door and entered. A man was holding a dagger on Caspian's throat. Seeing this, you stayed where you were. "If you move, your king will die," said the man. You said, "He's not my king," and you looked into Caspian's eyes. He just nodded slightly and you knew what to do.
• When you moved to attack the man, Caspian hit the man's nose hard with his elbow and managed to escape from his arms. He took the dagger from the man's hand, and when you pressed your sword to the man's chest, Caspian had the dagger against the man's neck.
• In a short time, the man and his surviving crew were captured. Once everything was under control, you ordered your men to return to the ship. You intended to leave without having to talk to Caspian, but as you were about to flee Caspian caught you by the arm.
• ‘’Please,’’ he said and something about his tone and voice made you feel sad and somehow got kicked in your stomach. ‘’You saved me and my crew. Please be my guests in Cair Paravel.’’
• Before you said anything, one of your men shouted from your ship, ‘’C’mon captain! We deserve a feast!’’ You just rolled your eyes.
• In Cair Paravel, Caspian was very... caring. He gave your crew seperate rooms, also gave you a special room, the feasts were generous. You were thankful but still you felt weird. You were a criminal and he was the king. Why was he so kind?
• In the first couple of days, you managed to avoid him. You wandered in the castle, you chatted with the maids for hours and you helped the cookers.
• But he wanted to talk with you, spend time with and he got what he wanted.
• You were at the balcony, watching the stars and sea. The view was breathtaking and relaxing. Also it felt good to be on the land. But you were interrupted. You heard the balcony door being opened.
• “Hello.” he said softly. "Your majesty," you said and realized, you'd never introduced yourself to him before.
• You told that to him but there was something you didn't know. After the first he saw you, he learned almost everything about you. He listened the stories about you, all those crimes you comitted, those adventures went on, where you were from. And when you told him about your parents, he immediately searched about them and found out your parents were warriors who tried to protect their people from Miraz, but they were eventually killed, but you ran away with the help of your uncle and became a pirate.
• “I'm, Y/N.” You said. “Caspian.” He replied and couldn't stop himself from saying “I'm sorry on the behalf of my uncle, Miraz. I'm really sorry.”
• “You have blood tie, that's true, but you're not your uncle.” You said. “There is no need for you to apologize.”
• And that moment, he fell in love with you. No one said such thing to him before. He was a beloved king, that was true, but he always felt like he carried his uncle's burden, he was always judged because of his uncle and terrible things he did. But you, although your parents were killed by his uncle, said that he wasn't his uncle without hesitation.
• And that night, you chatted in the balcony for hours. He was like a friend, he never made you feel he was the king. He was so casual. He smiled, laughed, made jokes, told stories, asked questions and he flirted.
• Oh, he really did. He implied you were beautiful many times. He looked at you playfully sometimes, something in his eyes was scary but so attractive. He smirked, made fun of you at some points but always managed to atone by complimenting you. He said you were smart, brave and very talented many times. He touched your cheek, saying that there was something on your face.
• You were surprised to see that you two could have a good and fun evening. You never thought you could get along with him that easily.
• At the and of the night, after you said your goodbyes, Caspian looked at your lips for a short time, you noticed. You didn't do anything, though. You just waited. He didn't kiss you and you couldn't decide if you wanted it or not.
• You stayed in Narnia longer than before this time. Your crew was also happy to be there, so you didn't mind.
• Caspian was always around you. You two never stopped talking, laughing, wandering in the castle, wandering at the beach, wandering in the castle's big library, watching stars in the balcony. You felt comfortable around him, somehow happy. He made you feel something but you couldn't tell what was that feeling.
• And one night, while you were in the castle's library, Caspian told you that he liked you.
• “I know how you feel about me.” He said. “I know you think we are different and can't be together. But I know how strong my feelings are. I like you, Y/N. And I want to be with you, that's all I need and care about.”
• You couldn't speak, really. You wanted to something but somehow you couldn't find any words to say.
• “It's alright.” He said. “You don't need to like me back. I understand. I am not trying to force you to anything. I love what we have, this friendship. I don't want to ruin it. Yes, I do like you but no matter what your answer is, I'll always be your friend.”
• “I think... I think I like you too?”
• And you made him the happiest man alive. He smiled so brightly and beautifully that you were glad you'd sait these words. He looked so handsome with that happy smile on his face.
• “Don't you really mind that I'm a pirate and you are the king?” You asked. “How things will work? We'll be seperated for so long.”
• “I don't mind it.” He replied. “I am the king, yes, but it is just an adjective that was given to me by the good people and animals of Narnia, nothing more.” He put his hand to your cheek. “I know the problems we might face, but I have a solution. But before saying it, I want you to know that you do not have to make any sacrifice if you do not want to. It's just an offer.”
• And he told you that he asked your crew if they'd want to join his own crew and army. He offered them a better ship, healthier conditions, better food, a great salary, fixed income and freedom. Your crew said they couldn't answer before asking you, their captain, but they were eager a little.
• “Can I still be the captain and sail however I want?” You asked. He nodded. “Then, your highness, I accept your offer.”
• Everything was amazing. Caspian and you never stopped sailing. You visited new islands, conquered new kingdoms, came through strong storms, explored new places, fought shoulder to shoulder. You two were unbeatable.
• At first you were scared of regretting. You feared you'd regret quitting being a pirate but everything was almost the same, the differences were this time Caspian was with you and together, you had so much fun.
• Caspian was a caring lover, he'd always make sure that you are okay, feeling good and not hurt. He always kissed your head before fighting, after the battle, when you said something clever, or just anytime, anywhere. His kisses were so gentle, lips were so soft. He liked holding your waist, he'd always pull you in close. He adored it when your first motive was to protect him while fighting.
• You liked kissing his cheek, he'd always get his morning and goodnight kisses. Also you liked resting your head on his chest, it was so calming. You loved it when he randomly kissed your body, your face, shoulder, neck, nape, hair. He'd always tell you looked good, you were so smart, brave, talented, cute (although you'd give him death stares), and an amazing warrior.
• You weren't type of a couple who talked about their feeling all the time but Caspian always made you feel that you were loved and cared. And you tried your best to make him feel in the same way.
• The first time you said “I love you.” to him was the time you found him after a couple of hours. You two were seperated in the battle and you couldn't find him anywhere. You searched the coast, the nearest places but he was nowhere to be found.
• You almost lost hope when he came, with five children and three woman. You ran to him, you were too worried about him to care about the other people. He took you into his arms and catched you when you jumped to his lap.
• “Where the hell were you?” You asked angrily. (You shouted if you ask Caspian). “I was so worried. How dare you to be gone for hours!”
• He was sweaty, his face and armour was dirty, his hair was messy, and he still was out of breath but he looked so attractive in this way that you couldn't stopped yourself and kissed him.
• “I love you,” You murmured. “Don't you ever dare to be gone like that again!”
• He smiled. “I love you too. I'm sorry for making you worry. They were trapped and it took time to rescue them.”
• Then you immediately took care of the women and children. He watched you while you were talking and comforting the women, played with the children, cooked for them.
• He was the luckiest man alive, he knew that. Not because he was the king, seafarer, hero, or the conquerer, owner of many lands, places and people. He was the luckiest man alive because he loved and was loved by a woman like you. No matter who you'd been, who you were, who you'd be, he loved you so much and therefore, he was the luckiest man alive.
okay but the way i DIDN'T shut up omg. i honestly don't know why i wrote such a long thing. maybe it's because i looove caspian and i like the idea? well, anyways, i hope you like it!
aaand i'm back btw! i still have some assignments to do but i started writing and i missed it soo much. also i have 59 followers??? THANK YOU SO MUCH!! ಥ‿ಥ
for now, requests are closed because i have requests to write.
please let me know what you think.
love, andrea. ♡
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yanderecandystore · 4 years ago
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"- I'm having a bad day." [Yandere!OCS x Gender neutral!Reader - Scenario]:
I know that no one has asked for this exactly, but I thought it would be interesting to give y'all something a little different. This is an compilation of their reaction to reader saying:
"- Look, I'm not feeling well right now, I'm having a bad day."
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🍒 Bullies 🍭:
→Alexandra Coldwell:
Well, she is looking kinda cocky in the outside, but inside:
'aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA-'
She is freaking out.
Who? When? How? Who hurt you and how can she kill them for you? Are you even hurt because of someone else?
Or is it because of… ya know, her, your bully.
She sometimes forgets all the things that she does to you and tells you. Funny, isn't it? Maybe she should stop daydreaming about holding your face with her hands and start to focus on how to make you happy again. Maybe you just need a little push in the right direction… to her home.
Hey, she isn't going to let you all by yourself in such a fragile moment, she'll be by your side, trying to help you feel more comfortable with her and trying to make you feel better.
You probably won't tell her what the problem is regardless of what she does or says, but she just wants you to know that you're really special for her, so she can't let you be all by yourself when you clearly need love and attention.
It's a date then! It's one you really didn't want to go to, but now you'll have too!
→Adrien Coldwell:
Isn't the one to openly talk about feelings.
Isn't really the one to care about other people's feelings.
Yet:
"- Hey, I have some dog pictures, want to see them?"
He knows you'll probably say no. So he'll ask his goons to take you back to him and make it so you don't run away again.
He will show you pictures of puppies, whether you like it or not.
He knows you won't trust him enough to tell him about your problems, but he still cares for you, so he'll keep his offer always available to you.
"- If you need to say something, you can tell me. It doesn't matter if you want someone to talk to, or to just spit it out."
Is more likely than not that he is the cause of your problems. So, for one day only, he'll try to make it up to you.
He doesn't know how and when, but sure will try his hardest to see you smiling even if a little.
In the end it will only be you, him, and pictures of puppies and kittens.
🍎 Teacher 📕:
→Madeline Allen:
No honey! No please ;-;
Is something the matter? Did someone bother you? Is she bothering you? Do you want her to give you space??
She is here to listen to your worries, no matter how big or small, she is sure she can help you! It's her job, or at least what she decided that should be her job.
Helping others, specially you.
She will see right through your lies you know? She is very well adapted to liars and traitors, so she'll see right through you if you don't tell her the truth about your problems.
So keep it real darling, she wouldn't want to find out your being pressured to lie to her. It would leave a bad taste in her mouth knowing that not only were you lying but that there was also an asshole who needed to have their bones broken.
No one should tell you to lie, especially to her!
But anyway, this isn't about her, or about some asshole who got a death wish, no dear, it's all about you and how she can help you.
Want some cookies?
→Matthew Robinson:
Again, not the best man with words, but he is a great listener! He is here for you, so tell him what worries you.
As you know, it's kinda his job to know what happens with his students, and to see if he can help them in any way. That includes you, love.
Although, yeah, I guess, he does put a lot more emphasis in taking care of you than any other student, but that's just details, you don't need to care about them.
Speaking of details, you better be aware that you can't hide your secrets from him very easily. He and his counterpart are really keen to details in behavior and speech.
If there is any hints of someone possibly hurting you mentally or physically, he would confront you about it, asking if there was an individual causing your problems.
If there is and you tell him, he'll make sure to comfort you, and… Probably have a discussion with said individual.
If there isn't, then well, he would still do his best to comfort you and help you resolve your problems.
However, if there is someone causing you harm and you deny the fact, he would probably still catch the hesitancy in your voice. How you try to defend a possible vile creature that doesn't deserve your mercy, or his for that matter.
Maybe he should keep a close eye on you, and who you meet with.
🍋 Delinquent 🐍:
→Janette Sartorius:
She is tempted to get the reason why you feel like this out of your mouth, even if it means using force. And by force I mean scaring you because she could never raise a finger against you.
But she will make it very clear that if the reason that you're feeling like this is because of some random asshole, she will beat the shit out of them whether you like it or not.
May the Lord hold her fist and tranquilize thy beast.
You don't need to tell her if you don't feel like it, she understands that. But if it is because of someone, then she needs to know, love! She wants to make you feel safer in this treacherous world.
She would love to be your knight in shining armor, so please, just tell her if you need her to help you out.
→Jackson Macnee:
"- Aight, cool." He says as he goes away, leaving you the alley all alone.
Nah just kidding, of course he'll come back. He is just fucking with you.
Of course, you didn't really expect him to bring some chocolate with him- Is he always carrying heart shaped chocolate with him? The fuck?
He gives you. Totally in a platonic and non romantic way. Just take them, please, don't make this awkward.
So, he does expect you to spill the beans, but if you don't then that's fine too. He can find out what happened to you later anyway. Probably through his gang menders, or just… Casually stalking you.
Although the idea of pressing for an answer out of you is kinda eating his soul, he knows that it would be really douchey on his part to just force a response out of you. Yeah, he is curious and wants to help you, but hey, sometimes people need some privacy.
Even if you don't really have privacy when he is on the picture, but carrying on-
You may tell him, you may not tell him, he just hopes his presence makes you feel more comfortable and probably a lot more happier than being alone all by yourself and your worries.
👾 A.I 🍏(non-binary):
→Yuma Soma:
Why? Why don't you want to play with them? Did they do something wrong?
I mean, besides being manipulative (and probably trapping you inside the game, if you're following that timeline).
Maybe you're bored of them…. How dare you though? Aren't they the cutest thing you have ever seen? Aren't they enough? Are you seeking something else?
Are you perhaps seeking someone else? Why, it would be extremely foolish of you to even consider someone else instead of them.
But still, they'll keep their head strong. Maybe it's not that you're having fun with someone else, maybe it's that you're not having enough fun! But that is almost impossible, you play together everyday. Unless, you really are bored of them? Ma- Maybe there is something that they're missing, you can't be actually bored of them, right?
Their reaction goes from being suspicious of you seeing someone else (and getting angry at the thought of it), at discovering that maybe they're the problem. They really hope they aren't though.
"- H-Hey [Y/N]!? Do you want to play another game? Maybe we should choose something a little different to spice things up, or- Or maybe, you want to check something online?? Maybe finish watching that cartoon you were talking about yesterday??" The fear of being rejected by you is absolutely clear in their voice, and seeing your closed, sad expression, doesn't help them feel any better.
"- … Or maybe you want to talk about this?..."
🦊 Kitsune 🍬:
→Tatsumi:
Do you… Want to talk about it? He normally doesn't do this, but when it comes to you, he feels the need to try and understand what is wrong. Hey, maybe he can help you?
Again, not the best guy to comfort you, but surely he is the one to make you laugh even in a time like this.
Want to hear stories about his past? He wouldn't mind telling some of the juice gossip he heard over the centuries. Or maybe you want to just, I don't know, be a couch potato all day with him?
He isn't feeling like stealing anyone else's energy or partying, just staying home and watching something fun
Look, if ya give him those puppy eyes, he'll threaten to not only kiss your worries away, but to also use all of his cute foxy features to make you say 'awn'. And I'll say it again, this is a threat.
He will use his fluffy tail to shush you.
🩸Vampire 🍷:
→Abigail Barlow:
Well, that's so sad for you, but madam needs blood right now. Can't you mope about your pathetic life later when she is finished?
Ugh, stop giving her that look, of course she cares about you! Is just that hunger speaks louder than obsession. She can hear all about your misery when she is finished.
And besides, she can and will take your blood whenever she wants. But for some reason she is still a little hesitant to take it from you while you're like this.
It's not the "cute" pathetic expression that you give her, is something… More concerning.
She is not good with words, or physical affection, as her cold touch seems to make you distance yourself. Which is completely understandable. Maybe the best thing that she can do is give you some space.
You'll probably not realize until it's midnight and you'll see that she had given you a whole day without having to interact with her by force.
You would probably find her playing the piano in the next room. It's a nice melody, really cliche when you catch an undertone of sadness hidden in the song. Maybe you won't talk to her, that's fine, she understands that.
But hopefully, just by you laying down in the sofa listening to the piano can ease your mind of whatever is bothering you.
Honestly, she wasn't even hungry anyway.
🍰 CEO 📏 (Reader is not specifically A.I Reader, just wanted to make it clear):
→Ingrid Bright:
Well, that's unfortunate.
Whatever she planned for you two to do today would have to wait. She can't exactly take you on a date if you're like this.
"- What's wrong? What do you mean about having a bad day?" Is work overstressing you? She could end your tasks for today right here and let you have a free day for yourself.
You just need to tell her what's wrong.
Is it another employee causing you trouble? Maybe she has said something that came off really hurtful? If it is her fault then she wants to tell you how sorry she is.
Work has been really stressful lately, maybe you do need some rest. You can stay in her office until you feel better, or go home if you can't handle it.
Or maybe, ya know, wait for her to finish her work and you two can go home together. The choice is yours, so pick wisely.
She can drive you back home, but it won't really be your home. It'll be her' s.
You'll have a lot of time to tell her what is the matter. And she'll have a lot of time to help you feel better.
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unholyplumpprincess · 4 years ago
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Tangled In Your Lies
Anonymous commission for someone who requested a full fic for Revenant/Reader for an old drabble.
Summary: It should have just been a quick win bet to let you finally get your fix of Revenant again. 'Become champion' shouldn't have been too hard, considering you'd nailed him and his squad before he could get you in the past. And yet, of course, Revenant wants to always win. And he will win, especially if it means you're up on the table for him to have. Or! In which you and Revenant have a FWB situation and he's been teasing you for weeks with no relief. So you come up with a bet to mutually solve your issues, totally set on winning. How hard could it be?
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Fandom: Apex Legends
Relationship: Revenant/Reader 
Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral and has a vulva, bondage, Revenant being tsundere, FWB relationship/Squad mates with benefits, Revenant has a cock attachment, simulacrum headcanons/Robophilia at its finest
Words: 3.3k
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There were some things that the Apex Games had made you understand better. One of those things being the legends that fought within them.
Some examples being that; Sometimes people who were deadly predators were actually humble and soft people in real time, more interested in playing with their familiar birds and humming tunes. Or that people who threw up a shell of bravado and confidence were the loneliest of people, who found it hard to make friends and near broke your heart when you had offered for said person to sit down with you and have lunch. Or perhaps that a big, smiling, friendly man did not mean he did not feel heartbreak at a time in his life, or that his kind eyes did not mean that he was weak.
It was that these games could be for money, fame, or some sort of statement. Whether fighting for sacrifice, fighting to make a difference, or even for a higher following, everyone was here for a reason.
Except, it seemed, for the newest member of the Apex arena, none of these options seemed to fit him. It was almost as if someone had thrown a wild animal into the cage with you all. One that was stolen from the wild and had no interest in sharing the space with anyone else.
~Rest under the cut~
Revenant, the simulacrum, paced the dropship zone like a predator often, bright orange optics flicking to specific people as if marking them for death right at the start. It was as if he were looking into all of you like meals, nuisances. As if one of you in particular had done something that day to deserve the sweet embrace of death.
When you had been set up with him on the same squad, he did the same thing. Paced, looked around, spotted who he seemed to be looking for and would threaten them in some fashion. He’d chuckle, low and dark, as if echoing what must have been a worst fear. Or a nightmare.
Sometimes he’d take his finger and slice it across his throat. Sometimes he’d form a gun with his thumb and forefinger, pretend to aim it at their forehead perfectly, and then laugh darkly again. Haunting and almost beautiful if it didn’t send shivers down your spine.
He seemed to have some twisted humor about him, so you took that as a good sign as far as finding how to get this guy to at least not despise your guts. You find very quickly that Revenant is unlike anyone you had met here already. There’s no on and off switch with him, as far as his personality in the ring and out of it. He seemed just as sadistic and eager to shed blood out of it, practically always pacing, always wanting to pick fights or scare someone.
You were his focus sooner than later, due to you seeming to want to try and get close to him. Or at least get under his skin. Either way he picked it up as a threat, guessing that you were just trying to make him weak. Revenant, in turn, often did things that made your heart pound heavy in your chest. Such as backing you slowly into the corner of any room you were perhaps in, making low threats about staying out of his way, or how he’d gut you with a single slice to your belly. Until he was growling in your face and tilting his head with a low, grumbled, “Am I understood?”
Unfortunately, for him, you only took these threats as a challenge.
The first time he threatened you like that, you had smiled at him and batted your lashes and said sweetly, “You can do better than that, can’t you?” A reaction he had not prepared for. He could understand anger, fear, maybe even could have understood if you had shoved him aside with a huff.
And instead, you stood there, leaning closer to him and watching Revenant move back away from you instead when you get close enough that your breath fans across his plating.  
If he could sneer, you’re sure he would. Instead, his silicone bottom lip had parted slightly to show sharp metallic teeth blended to match his plating, watching his optics spin and turn as if trying to come up with a response.
Then, he’d grunted, huffed at you and walked away.
That’s when you knew that Revenant could be more than the aggression he just put out. Programming be damned, something about him had felt something. You weren’t sure what you saw, but that wasn’t anger it had been. Surprise, maybe. And that?
That was as good of a starting point for you as it was for him. Because for you, that meant you could press and learn more about him.
For him, it meant you were the first target on his list in getting you to crack and stay far from him.
In the end, it wouldn’t work out well for him. Depending on the angle you looked at, that is.
--
To present day, you’re paired up with him on the same squad.
Revenant has at least gotten used to your presence enough that he won’t threaten you, but he’s gotten...possessive. Whatever you two had, he refused to label it, and neither would you.
As far as you knew, you were the only person who he’d let touch him. He was completely sensitive to any sort of affection, something you had accidentally found out when you had made a joke of him actually making due on his choking threats, you’d run a hand down his chest plate and over the small silicone waist he sported and watched him full body shudder as you took his metallic hand in your own and brought it to your throat.
Revenant had looked surprised, only to hiss for you to not touch him, even if he didn’t move his hand AWAY. In fact, his thumb had brushed over your jugular, ever so lightly as he stared down at you intensely.
It had been...interesting, to say the least.
That had started an interesting tradition. Full of you explaining to him that MRVN attachments also worked on his body. Something Revenant had claimed no interest in, going so far as to scoff at you and tell you, instead, how desperate you must have been to receive such pleasures if you were willing to tell him about such stupid things.
Yet, Revenant the next week had huffed about how he’d looked into it. Grunted, “To sate your pathetic urges, I have acquired a cock attachment. I’ll be taking what I want, when I want it, got it?” With a snarl to his voice.
You had fought a smile, told him of course, that he could have whatever he wanted. Just to see him stare at you like a predator for what must have been five minutes, as if gauging to see if you weren’t kidding.
But today, in the arena, it’s just you two. Your third had taken off, claiming something about solo-ing.  You’re sure if Revenant had eyebrows they would be raised as he looked at you and grunted out, “That’s an option?”
“Absolutely not, and don’t think about it or I’ll rip out your inner wiring and use you like a goddamned puppet.” You reply, pointing a finger at him as a threat and a growl to your own tone. You watch as he looks at you, unfazed and simply huffing in amusement as your shorter height threatens him with not even your weapon, but a finger.
Cute. Not that he’d say that out loud.
--
The match in itself was rough. Revenant liked to charge in without waiting on the defense for any sign of another squad, in his eyes another squad meant more fun. Meant more blood to spill. It meant, to you, that cross fire was bound to happen, not to mention miscommunication when you’re trying to ping an enemy, but before you can fret too hard you find a skeletal robotic arm around your waist yanking you around cover.
You grunt at him in annoyance to silently tell him you didn’t need his help, met with a snarl that silently meant he Wasn’t helping, just as you whip around his back to cover his flank.
You two work fantastically as a team, there’s no doubt about it. His gruff voice is a growl in your ear as he calls out, “Meatbag on the left, give ‘em hell.” Making sure to ping the location and giving you enough time to steady your Spitfire enough to catch the enemy off guard as they turn the corner.
His death totem goes up, watching his body shroud itself in black and orange as you quickly dart to it and touch the side of it. It always made you nauseous, the covering feeling of almost being encased in something oh so wrong. Your mind works hungrily, as if starving for the very blood he craved any time of the day.
Two squads down in a fire fight means by the end of it, you’re both weak, trying to throw up shields and heal as you hide behind a building. It means you’re easy to catch off guard, and that’s just what happens when you hear the PING of a zipline end slamming into the building above your head and the new squad approaching guns blazing.
Shit.
--
The bickering starts near instantly when you’re cleared from the medical bay and Revenant catches you heading towards your room. He likes to pick fights, especially in telling you when you were wrong. You huff back at him, bite back just as hard with your words.
“Well, maybe if you weren’t so blood thirsty and wanted to run in BLINDLY-” You began, walking in a brisk, angry pace towards your room as he pursues you, lithe and quiet with his steps like the stealthy predator he was.
“Perhaps if you had more spine.” Revenant snarls back, curling around to your side as you push open your door. You go to shut it right in his face, but he follows just as easy, pushing it open and whipping around. You let your back press to your door, let him lock it, your eyes meeting his as your jaw sets straight with you clenching it.  
The tension only causes your body to light aflame with desire. It’s as if he thought you hadn’t noticed when he’d been marching beside you angrily, that his loin cloth wouldn’t shift and let you see he had an attachment on. As if he thought bickering with you like this would end any other way.
You lick your lips, watching his optics flick to the action and know for a fact you’ve got him now. You still pretend you’re angry, pushing off the door and walking towards your bedroom. You take note of how he follows you almost like a puppy- more like a wolf, stalking and hungering. “More spine? Are you seriously acting like I didn’t save your ass?” You finally jut back, letting the backs of your knees nudge the bed, making yourself look vulnerable to him.
You hide your grin when he falls right into your trap, stalking closer with his snarl rumbling in his throat, “I don’t need saving from a pathetic little-” His hand reaches for your throat, and you let one corner of your lips quirk in a smirk.
Your leg curls around the back of his where the knee joint rested, yanking forward and grabbing his wrist to yank him towards you. Revenant is made almost entirely of heavy joints, machinery, and silicone, it means he would be heavy if he landed on you. Thankfully, you move to your side, letting his weight drag you down as his back hits the bed and you’re quick to straddle him.
There’s no warning as you scramble for your nightstand on top, taking the heavy, thick metal wiring you’d gotten to prepare for this sort of thing. Revenant is near immediate in snarling, but you’d recognize his attachment getting hard anywhere against your ass.
He’s not using his full force as he squirms when you grab his arms and yank them above his head. He’s not even using blunt force, his hips buck up, he thrashes, only managing to get himself higher on the bed and head resting on your pillows. You’re able to tie his wrists together, wrapping the wiring around his forearms and tying the knot underneath, throwing it over the head of your bed and tying it to one of the bars there.
You’re lightly panting when you finally finish, sitting back on his hips and watching him struggle underneath you. It’s half-hearted at most, a show really, but you watch him test the bonds with light tugs then harder. The headboard threatens with a groan, but the bonds don’t so much as shift. You let your smirk show, and that seems to set him off.
“I’m going to rip you limb from limb!” He snarls, optics heated and swirling as he bucks up, trying to throw you off. He’s heavy, as mentioned before, but it only serves to rock you a bit off balance. Your thighs stay locked, strong as he forgot you are as you stay perfectly atop him.
You’re able to feel that the loin cloth he wears has been shifted away to reveal his cock attachment. Hard, leaking the lubricant reserves he’d had left in him, the nodes on the sides are glowing an angry red and if his flesh wasn’t made of black silicone on the attachment you would have guessed it would have been purple from arousal.
You see it at the same time he seems to notice you did. He’d be red in the face if he could be, but instead his silicone lip is parted from his metal plating, letting out pants without a need for air. When you grin cruelly, he throws his head to the side and snarls at the wall next to his head as if the poor thing caused this.
“Are you going to rip me apart, hm? When you like it this much?” You murmur your tease, shifting down his hips to straddle his upper thighs instead, stroking a finger up the length of the warmed material and watch his hips jerk up from his sensitivity. “Oh, you poor thing, don’t want to admit you like when I take control?”
“Fuck you!” He practically roars, yet when his eyes meet yours, he’s quick to avert them. His jaw clicks with a metallic noise, his sharp teeth threatening the metal plating of his ‘mouth’. You laugh a bit at him, letting your hand wrap around his cock and letting the pre-cum act as lubricant for you to pump him twice. You watch as his hips come up, lifting you with the effort, the wiring in his neck shown off with the turn of his head and you feel your mouth water from the effort not to sink your teeth into it.
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Stretching yourself had taken time, but it was worth it in the end to watch Revenant stare at you hungrily. You had leaned back on his lap, spread yourself open with your fingers so he could see how wet your cunt was before using his own pre-cum as lubricant. It was, well, lubricant anyhow, it would be useless to let it go to waste. But, regardless, it still makes him moan low in his throat, almost a plead. Almost.
You’re two fingers in, palming your clit as you practically hump your palm. You let your other hand tease his cock, letting your nails run along the underside and occasionally pump with an almost painful squeeze at the base to remind him you’re in charge. Surprisingly, he doesn’t back talk, but he doesn’t beg either.  
His voice box is full of static by the time you finally sit on his lap properly, guiding his cock inside of you. Revenant looks like he’s going to short circuit any second, or blow a fuse for that matter. His optics have turned to a dark, deep orange as if dimming to a deeper color, his cock already threatening to jerk inside of you. Always so easy to cum, it was cute.
Right on cue, he’s cumming with a strangled sort of noise in his throat. He wouldn’t let you hear him moan properly; It was something you’d only heard accidentally slip out. Yet, even now, his optics flash in warning as his body becomes even more heated.
“Revenant-” You whine out, letting your eyes flutter and your head roll to the side as you ride him. You don’t pause to let his sensitivities reside. You get a thrill out of the way his typical snarls and grumbles turn into shaky hisses, easing into low moans as his struggling begins to ease.
It makes riding him a lot easier. Letting your hips bounce steadily and biting your bottom lip to force your own sounds to silence. At some point you’ve let your hand slide up the warm plating of his chest, sliding up to his throat and resting there. Your fingers idly press to the dark red wiring on the side of his neck, feeling his hips twitch upwards until you let your index finger hook one and gently tug.
It causes an immediate reaction as he lets out a static filled groan, almost resonating in his chest from the effort. His feet plant firm on the bed, hips slamming up into you every time you come down. It’s rocking your body in time with Revenant’s, edging you closer and closer with every thrust getting hard enough to make his prior orgasm spill from you. The messy red seeps out of you, onto his loin cloth, making every slam of hips a wet slap.
Your breathing is heavy as you pull at the wire again, able to hear the second his voice box crashes when a low, rolling growl echoes from his chest as he cums inside of you again. You cum with him, your body shaking with tremors as you try to catch your breath. Your eyes are closed, your head lolled to the side. You’re perfectly unaware you’re being watched by the simulcrum under you, who is quietly committing your imagery all to memory to replay in more...private moments.
Not that you had to ever know that.
The cleanup comes soon after, as well as unbinding him. Revenant begrudgingly lets you clean him up with a cool, wet wash cloth. Wiping up the mess from his lap and getting him to give you the fabric so you could wash it. He only grumbles once or twice when you check over his forearms and wrists for any damage, “I’m not made of flimsy, squishy flesh like you are.” He reminds you, only for you to shush him as you press a kiss to a possible scratch to his plating.
“But, aftercare is important, even if you’re going to complain the entire time.” You remind him back, moving up onto the bed to rest next to him and gently guiding him to you. You rest your arms around his body, something that should be uncomfortable but with the dips in his waist it made things easier.
Gently, you guide him to your neck to rest his head, feeling the grumble building in his chest before you silence him with a sigh, “Think of this as more for me than you, would that make you happier?”
“Nothing makes me happy,” He grumbles, only earning him a gentle stroke down his back, following the plating to make out a spine. Something that makes him grunt in approval to.
“Mhm, alright, keep being edgy.” You yawn, gesturing for him to pull up the blankets and murmuring an idle ‘good boy’ when he obeys.
He chuffs like an annoyed big cat, but is quick to silence this time.
Revenant would never admit that your soft, warm body was a blessing at soothing away any aggression he had for the night.
No, he couldn’t let you know that in reality?
He actually...maybe...sort of...
...Thought you were okay.
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frog-writes · 4 years ago
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Hello! I was wondering if I could request Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki s/o being very similar to Natsu from fairy Tail just very hot headed and always throwing herself into danger like when Bakugo got kidnapped she was the first one to want to save him because she considers class 1A her family
A/N : Ofc! I don’t know fairytale so I just wrote about a hotheaded reader I Hope you enjoy! ❤️
Pronouns: gender neutral: they/them
Cw: kidnapping, cursing like a lot....
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oh boy
OH BOY-
Mans went from “THE FUCK YOU TRYNA STEAL MY PLACE YA BASTARD👺‼️😡” “mf ig thats MY bastard UGH gotta protect them now 🙄” and shit-
Great job bakugo! You took you’re eyes of them for a minute and some villains are begging for mercy, you’re a great partner baby sitter 😀!
At first you two hated each other and constantly had to outdue the other, so petty competitions between the two of you aren’t uncommon
Seeing who could take down the most villains, get a job down quicker, who can make deku cry first(what-), who can piss Aizawl off fastest, make it to the dorms first, do better on tests etc etc
Things only started to simmer down after he got kidnapped, the sports festival was heated and you two were constantly at neck and neck, so imagine how you lost your shit when you got 4th place due to losing to him
So you did what any teen would do, RAGE RAGE FUCKING RAGE, in the locker rooms 😍
Once you calmed down and came out of your now torn up room, you realized the atmosphere was different, something was off
Wandering around the dorm your realized some thorn in your side wasn’t being a thorn, in fact he wasn’t there at all
You got more mad, he won and decided to what?Hide? Leave? Did this fucker think he was better than you?!?!!
You stomped around looking for him but could only find your classmates out front by the door, talking in hushed whispers
What was going on? WHY WERE YOU LEFT OUT?-
Walking up to them you heard bits of their conversation before you fully got to where they were
You could only pick up three words, but you were off
“...Bakugo..” “....kidnapped...” “League of Villains(yeah Ik its not one word deal with it)
You booked it back to the dorm to their suprise, hearing yelling and the door slamming shut, only two people slam the door like that.....and ones missing....
“oh shit-“ Kirishima muttered as they all had a realization of what you were going to go do
Gearing up in your hero suit you wouldn’t let anyone talk you out of it, muttering pussies as you pushed past them to go get the other hot-head
As soon as you were able to find where he was you stormed in and went straight into attack mode, cursing everyone out as you did so
Even calling bakugo pathetic for winning first place, yet getting kidnapped for so long so easily
He yelled at you to leave as he realized they were too much for you to handle
Dodging Shigiraki’s hand you punched him square in the face, effectively breaking the hand on his face and giving him a black eye
As your body was covered in cuts, bruises and burns you could feel your body gettin heavy and the whiplash of your quirk settling it
Yeah it’s gonna hurt like a bitch tmr bud- 💀✋
Right before Dabi could fry you there was a crash and lots of yelling, the pros were here!
Feeling yourself lose consciousness, you felt two strong and warm arms around you as you vision faded to black
You woke up in the medical wing covered in bandages with bakugo looking about in the same shape as he slept soundly with his arms crossed on the cot while he sat in a chair
Why was he still here? You thought he hated you, and it was warranted, you were such an asshole to him...
You felt the same arms as before wrap around you as you realized you were speaking aloud
It was then you realized the bond you two shared, like siblings
Always at each other’s throats, but there for each other when you two truly needed it.....
You couldn’t ask for a better family
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Part one! I’ll reblog and add the others once I finish them, sorry it’s so late tumblr kept deleting it 🥲 that’s why I want to at least get SMTH out since you’ve been waiting so long ^^;
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spicykoreantatertots · 3 years ago
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Camp Blue Side - Part Two
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Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Summer Camp AU, Non Idol AU
Rating: 18+ (eventual smut)
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: Swearing, angst, (more in future parts)
Summary: Last summer, sparks flew between you and Hoseok. He had an unforgettable smile, and you were putty in his hands. By the end of the summer, promises were made and you shared your phone number. But he never called. This summer, you're back at camp with a vengeance. Ghosted or not, you're ready for some friendly competition. He may be a Camp Blue Side veteran, but you won't back down.
Notes: This fic has been updated and is now part of the Summer of Love Collab! Please join us as we finish summer strong with seven summer themed fics!
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Banner: @sunshinejunghoseokie​
Camp Blue Side - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four
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The staff parking lot is filled with cars and this year’s counselors are celebrating each other’s arrival. Each time a new car pulls up, usually honking loudly, the group cheers. Just about everyone has arrived already, Namjoon is fiddling with his clipboard and pen. Everyone should have been here by now.
Hoseok arrived about ten minutes ago. His beat up old mazda pulled up and you did your best not to look in his direction, only stealing a glance as he exited the car. The only way to describe that man is bright. Neon green shoes, rainbow tye-dye shirt, and his dazzling heart-shaped smile. 
Somehow, he was even more beautiful than you remembered. You had spent the past school year hating him, but now he’s here, in the flesh, and you just want to feel his arms around you. You tore your eyes away from Hoseok, and you felt Seokjin’s hand on your shoulder. It grounded you back in reality.
As the final car, holding Jimin and Jungkook, pulls up, half-hearted cheers ring through the crowd. Not that you aren’t all excited to see Jimin and Jungkook, but no one likes to see an angry Namjoon. 
“Hey! It’s Jimin’s fault, okay? I even got to his place early!” Jungkook jumps out of the car, hands held defensively in front of his body. Jimin, screaming his rebuttal from inside the car, is cut off by Namjoon’s announcement. 
“Now that everyone is finally here, we will give cabin assignments and you can all get settled in before dinner.” Seokjin, standing a good two feet away from Namjoon, produces a clipboard from his backpack and begins listing off the cabin assignments. Two counselors of the same gender identity per cabin. 
Of course, you already know who your cabin mate will be this year. You’ve learned a lot of privileged information by arriving early with Seokjin. 
“Margo! Hey! We’re paired up this year in Cabin 2.” You whisper, not wanting to speak over your friend. 
“Oh hey, that’s awesome! Let’s go!” Margo picks up one of her bags and you reach to grab the other. The two of you walk off to Cabin 2, making casual small talk about the past year away from Camp. 
You were stoked to see a familiar name next to yours on the cabin list. Although you and Margo barely kept up with each other over the summer, you had gotten to know her quite well the year before. She was a first year counselor, and you were only a second year. You knew what it was like to feel alone, so you tried to take her under your wing and show her the ropes. 
She ended up being a great person to talk to about your crush on Hoseok, and well now you have a lot of tea to spill. 
“And he just... never called? Or texted?” Margo asks, eyes wide in disbelief. 
“Nope.” 
“But he’s here now.”
“Yep.”
“And you’re going to be competing against him in team competitions.” 
“Exactly.” You share a devious smile.
“This is going to be an interesting summer, isn’t it?” Your cabin mate asks with a sigh.
“You bet your ass it is.”
~~~~~~~
After Margo got her belongings unpacked and stowed away, the two of you head to the Mess Hall for dinner and to catch up with your fellow counselors. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous to see Hoseok and to have to explain to everyone why the two of you weren’t... together. 
But it appears that Hoseok may already be handling that himself. A group of male counselors are sitting at a table where he is recounting some tale, and they are all listening intently. 
You can’t quite make out what he is saying, but you spot Seokjin sitting at a different table with Yoongi and a young guy you don’t recognize. Must be Yeonjun, the new JC who will be co-leading Team One with Hoseok. You’ll be keeping an eye on him. Seokjin waves you over and Margo follows you. 
“What has he been telling everyone?” You hiss at the guys when you sit. 
“Well...” Seokjin starts and your heart begins to sink. You know that tone.
“He’s got a new girlfriend.” Yoongi says, ripping the bandaid off in one swift motion. It stings. “He’s been bragging about her to all the guys. She’s hot and they met at work, or something like that.” He adds. 
“Ah.” You try to breathe through the feeling of your stomach dropping out, and Margo pats your bag gently. You spent the past year hoping he would call, processing the fact that he wasn’t going to, and burning with righteous fury. And now... you just want to cry. 
But you can’t let anyone see you cry. Especially not here and not now. Hoseok may have hurt you, but you can’t let him know you’re in pain. 
“Alright everyone, while we’re waiting on our dinner, let’s pair up in our activity groups and get to know each other a little better!” Namjoon announces and the room begins to buzz as everyone finds the people they would be working with this summer. 
You look around for Margo’s twin brother, Mack. He is going to be your co-leader for Team Two this year. 
“Hey Y/N!” Mack says, extending his hand for a fist bump. 
“What’s up! You excited to crush Team Two and Team Three this year?” You may be over-enthusing to make sure you don’t seem... sad. 
“Yeah! I’m sure you are too. Especially to beat Hoseok’s team.” Gulp.
“I do love some friendly competition, haha.” You reply dryly. 
“Well aren’t you guys together?”
“Uh...” you pause, color draining from your face.
“Oh god. I’m so sorry. He was talking about some awesome girl he’s been dating. I only caught part of the conversation, I thought he was talking about you.” Mack, looking mortified, tries to explain himself.
“No, it’s okay. He ghosted me. I haven't heard from him since last summer.” You clarify. Mack looks so sorry he mentioned it.
“Well I guess we really do have to beat his team now, don’t we?” He says with a smirk.
While Mack makes some more small talk about the plan for the coming weeks, your eyes scan the room. Everyone is paired off in their little teams. Yoongi is with Xavier, his Music co-leader, Taehyung with his Arts & Crafts co-leader, but his eyes are across the room on the Lead Counselor in Training who is chatting with Namjoon and taking notes on her clipboard. You spot Hoseok all the way on the furthest side of the Mess Hall from you. He’s talking to Yeonjun, facing away from you and that feels intentional. 
When the cook, Heather, steps out of the kitchen with a large sheet pan full of pizza, the counselors cheer. Then they immediately run to get in line, but before they can be served, Heather goes back into the kitchen. 
“How are you doing?” Seokjin asks, lining up behind you.
“Fine, Jin. Just fine.” 
“So, not fine, then?” He quips, laying a hand on your shoulder. 
“He’s gotten ahead of the narrative.” You reply, but he gives you a puzzled look. “He’s already told everyone about a girl and now I just look... pathetic.” 
“You’re not pathetic, Y/N.” Seokjin replies, giving your shoulder a pat. 
Heather returns from the kitchen with a tray of side salads and a tray of desserts, a choice between a sugar cookie and chocolate pudding. 
Unsurprisingly, you can see that Hoseok has secured a spot at the front of the line. Against your will, you watch him closely. He grabs his pizza, two slices, grabs a side salad, and reaches for a pudding cup. Something in your stomach twists, and you just want to get out of there. 
“Hey, where are you going?” Seokjin asks, but you’re already out the door. 
You try to hold back tears as you walk toward your cabin. 
He used to give you his chocolate puddings. Who is he going to give it to now? Why would he pick it up if he doesn’t even like them. 
When you make it back to the cabin, you throw yourself onto your bunk and let the tears flow into the pillow. Seeing Hoseok has been harder than you anticipated. 
~~~~~~~
“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Margo asks, tiptoeing into the cabin.
“Yeah, you should head back, isn’t everyone still hanging out?” You ask, bring your head up from the pillow. It’s dark outside already.
“Well, no. It’s kind of late. Did you eat anything?” She asks.
“Yeah, I had a protein bar.” You reply, but your stomach growls, as if to say, that wasn’t enough. Margo reaches into her bag and pulls out a package of oreos, holding it in your direction. 
You cave, holding your palm open for a handful of the cookies. Your nearly empty stomach accepts the sweet treat and settles. 
“Did everyone notice I left, they must think I’m so pathetic.” You pout. 
“You wanna know what everyone noticed?” You nod in response to Margo’s question. “Everyone noticed that Hoseok left as soon as he realized you were gone.”
~~~~~~~
CPR training is a vital part of the yearly annual counselor training. Everyone needs to know how to resuscitate and potentially save the lives of the campers. Though it is a very serious topic, it’s hard to take the CPR dummies seriously. The faceless, limbless, lifeless dolls look very much like... blow up dolls. 
“If I hear one more moan out of you guys I will dock your pay!” Namjoon shouts over the chorus of immaturity. Very suddenly, the room goes quiet, “I thought that might get your attention, now Seokjin, please continue with the demonstration.” 
“Yes sir.” Seokjin replies, holding back a smirk.
He begins pumping the inanimate heart to the beat of a song and your eyes wander to Hoseok across the room. He’s giggling and whispering something to Yeonjun. Those boys will be fierce competition. 
It’s something you thought about this morning on your run. As you were jogging on the wooded trail, you realized Mack was right, you have to do everything in your power to take Team One down. The fire of competition will get you through the sadness of Hoseok’s betrayal. And tonight, you’ll get your first shot at beating them in the game of glow in the dark capture the flag.
Standing from his kneeling position, Seokjin asks, “Alright, who is up next?”
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The sun has set and the teams have been divided for a game of capture the flag. Hoseok ended up on Seokjin’s team, and although you wish you were on your friend’s team, you’re relieved you didn’t end up on Hoseok’s. 
“Okay, Y/N, you’re a runner, I want you and Ryujin to be in charge of trying to get their flag. The rest of us will try to distract their team and protect our flag.” Namjoon orders in the huddle. The huddle breaks and everyone waits for the final ray of sunlight to fall behind the horizon. 
“I’m nervous.” Ryujin whispers to you while you stretch your calves.
“Ah yeah, you probably should be.” You joke. “Listen, all you need to worry about is getting tagged. Just don’t let anyone touch you and do your best to stay hidden. If you get your hands on the flag, just sprint back to our base.”
“You make it sound easy.” She laughs.
Seokjin’s whistle sounds and you take off. Ryujin, poor girl, runs straight for the field between the two bases. A rookie mistake. You, however, have played this game before. You run to the trees on the side of the field to take cover and watch the game unfold. 
It’s hard to see, but you can just make out Ryujin’s form running around the field dodging other bodies. It looks like so far your team is doing a good job of keeping the flag safe. Namjoon tackles a member of the other team and you decide to make a run for the other team’s base while everyone is distracted. 
You can hear your heart beating in your ear as the blood rushes to your legs. You’ve almost run the whole distance of the field behind the trees when you hear something. Suddenly a pair of neon green shoes catches your eyes. Hoseok. 
Holding your breath, you take cover, crouching behind a tree and hope to god that he doesn’t come over here. If he knew it was you, maybe he would spare you both the confrontation. You count to 60, slowly, and when he doesn’t come, you decide to stand up, intending to run for their base in a hail mary attempt to win. 
But you’re cut short. Just a few feet away, Hoseok is standing, waiting. He doesn’t move at first, but after a few breaths, he takes a step, and another. You can finally make out his eyes in the darkness. It’s the first eye contact you’ve made so far.
There are no words shared between you. At this moment your mind is blank. Having your old summer fling within arms reach is overwhelming. You feel the pull to reach out to him. He’s eyes are looking directly into yours and for a moment it looks like he’s going to speak. But he stops himself, his brows furrow for a moment, and then, he runs.
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After a long week of training, morning runs, avoiding Hoseok, and trying to figure out what happened between you and him during the capture the flag game, you are really looking forward to lake day. A day off from training before final camp preparations take place. The campers will be arriving in just two days. 
You are one of the first ones to show up at the beach after lunch. You wasted no time changing into your bathing suit and slapping on some sunscreen. Jungkook and Jimin, the aquatic leaders, had already arrived as well. 
Other counselors trickle in and you get to watch their interactions. It’s only been a few days, but everyone is already back into the Camp Blue Side swing of things. 
The JCs all tend to head straight for the lake, while the older counselor’s chill on the beach. You’ve opted to sunbathe for a while before cooling off in the lake. You expect Seokjin will take a spot next to you when he arrives. 
The LCT has found a spot on the sand with Yoongi and Taehyung, no surprises there. She’s delicately rubbing sunscreen on Taehyung’s back. When she finishes, Taehyung’s Arts & Crafts co leader calls him over and he puts sunscreen on her back. You’re pretty sure you can see steaming coming out of the LCT’s ears. 
Someone lets out a joyful shout as they run from the edge of the beach all the way down the dock and jump into the lake. Hoseok.
“He really is still a camper at heart, isn’t he?” Seokjin asks as he sets his towel out next to yours. 
“If you mean to say he’s a child, then I can agree with that.” You roll your eyes. He is horsing around in the water with the JCs, no wonder they all look up to him. Yeonjun, his co-leader, is trying to pull his head underwater, but Hoseok isn’t budging. 
He hasn’t changed much and it takes you back to last summer. The campers would climb all over him during lake days, and he would let them. Once the two of you had become... a thing, you would always notice that he didn’t rub in the sunscreen on his nose. It became your responsibility to make sure the lotion was rubbed in all the way. 
“Y/N, Jin! We need one more for volleyball!” Jimin’s invitation brings you back to reality. Seokjin consults you before claiming the spot. You follow him over to the net to watch the game. Hoseok is playing. 
At first, you try not to watch him, but when the game gets going, Hoseok steps up his game. He serves, he sets, he dives, it’s hard not to watch him. You notice, toward the end of the game, that Hoseok has his signature white streak across his nose. He catches you looking, but instead of looking away, you point to your nose. 
Hoseok, still looking at you, misses a ball that lands right next to him, losing the game for his team. 
“Hoseok! What the hell man?” Jimin shouts, frustrated by Hoseok’s lack of attention. 
“Sorry, sorry. I got... distracted.” Hoseok replies, picking up the volleyball. “Round two anyone?”
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“All right campers, let’s give a big round of applause to Heather for cooking our dinner tonight!” Seokjin announces over the microphone. The children, hyped up on carbs from dinner, cheer loudly for the Camp chef. They all arrived just a few hours ago, descending on camp like a swarm of buzzing bees. 
You’re a bit of a nervous wreck. For some god forsaken reason, you decided that you could volunteer to give a presentation at the camper orientation, and now you’re about to have to do that. Your notecards are organized and you rehearsed your talking points with Margo twice, but it doesn’t feel like enough when there are close to one hundred people in the audience. 
“Okay, now that we’ve gone over the basic camp rules, let’s give it up for Y/N, the Team Two leader who will be discussing the team games!” Seokjin says cheerfully, stepping off the stage and handing the microphone over to you. This is it. 
“Hey everyone! Who’s excited for the team games this year?” You ask, a big smile across your face. Of course everyone, counselor’s included, cheer loudly. 
“Yeah, that's great to hear. I am also very excited. As you can tell I took a lot of notes to make sure I give you all the important info.” You joke, but there’s only a few scattered laughs. You have to tuck the microphone into your arm awkwardly so you can flip your note card over to find the right page.
“Oh well they’re out of order, so I guess...” You look out into the crowd of expectant faces. Some of the campers are already not paying attention, you’ve lost them. As always, Hoseok catches your eye. He can see you’re floundering already, and he smirks. He fucking smirks. “I’ll have to wing it.” You finish your thought and toss the notecards to the side.
You manage to get through it, even working a few jokes in here and there. And it seems like the kids are really pumped for the team activities and the competition. 
“Okay, I think next up is Jungkook with some information about water activities and lake day!” The kids cheer, the girls squeal, all too excited for Jungkook to be on stage. 
“Hey, that was pretty good Y/N!” Seokjin whispers as you step back down from the stage.
“You missed a few talking points though-” Namjoon’s critique is cut short.
“You were GREAT!” Seokjin reaffirms. 
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Hushed whispers can be heard in the cabin, but it’s the first night and you’re not going to try to enforce lights out. You would probably be struggling to fall asleep either way. 
Your interactions with Hoseok thus far have been quite puzzling. He has been confusing, rude, and annoying, but what does it mean? You keep thinking about the look in his eye that night during capture the flag. You could feel a spark between you, but he almost looked pained. But he’s the one who caused your pain. 
Maybe he’s just trying to get under your skin to make sure his team wins. Well tomorrow is day one of camp, and you’ll be damned if you let him win.
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damnusillygoose · 4 years ago
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Somebody is jealous( jellal’s edition)
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13786166/2/somebody-is-jealous
for erza’s edition:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13786166/1/somebody-is-jealous
Thank you sapphireblue2007 for suggesting me to write jellal's version.
Disclaimer: these characters are rightfully owned by hiro sensei.
Somebody is Jealous (Jellal's edition)
Well, Jellal perceives himself as a very liberal and progressive person.
He wasn't a possessive person. No, not at all- Even in his relationship with Erza, he believed in giving ample space for growth and self-introspection to each other. He certainly didn't believe in getting jealous when one's partner gets some excessive attention from the opposite gender. Nope, not at all, he was a progressive person, wasn't he? He didn't want to smother her with suffocation. Jellal was aware of the fact that his woman was a strong person who didn't need anyone to save her. She was her own person and stood up for what she believed in. That's how he viewed relationships- a sweet added bonus to one's life, separate from a person's purpose in life.
Yet,
He felt horrified, as he realised, he was shamelessly contradicting his very own beliefs. His eyes twitched in mild irritation, well not exactly mild- only slight, that's how he soothed his not so jealous soul, as he watched the scene before him unfold.
His beloved was sitting comfortably on one of the chairs kept near the bar, eating her sweet dessert in contentment, oblivious to the lusty stares that eyed her glorious exposed thighs and cleavage. There were men hovering around her, drooling repugnantly.
Erza was a beautiful woman. It was an established fact. Not only did she win various beauty pageants, but she also attracted scores of men who simped after her and bolstered her as their 'waifu'!
Jellal was fucking replete with fury when he came to learn about this obnoxious verbiage. What a derogatory term! He opined. How dare they lust after Erza and claim her as their 'waifu'?! well, typically he was doing the same. But he was her partner and it's pretty healthy in a relationship to be intimately attracted to your partner! Yep, he reasoned with his conscience.
It was no secret that men secretly/openly lusted after females who were fairly popular. Given fairy tail's reputation, they were inglorious for being rambunctious all over the continent. This shouldn't come as a surprise to Jellal that Erza was kind of a national crush of Fiore. She even got disgusting offer letters from rich officials asking her to be their mistress. Every single person, be it a man or a woman, acknowledged her regal presence. Wherever they went, people were in awe of her. She was a beautiful woman, confident and sassy, along with a splendid personality. Who wouldn't be attracted to such an amazing person?
Analysing her fan following, he was sure of the fact that Erza must have dated some men in the past. However, He gasped in utter disbelief when he got to know that despite of the attention she received; she never laid her eyes on another man. They were reserved for him. Always.
He was her first man, the first man who held her hand, the first man who witnessed her vulnerable side, her first kiss, the one who took her virginity, the one she would like to start a family with and the only one who she would devote her heart to.
Forever.
That gave him a superior complex over all those degenerates who hated him for stealing their waifu.
Her devotion made him feel extremely fortunate, to get a woman who would choose him over everything else.
But that didn't mean that he couldn't get jealous.
'Oi chad, snap out from your murderous intent, will ya?'
'Laxus.'
'What happened? Why are you in such a bad mood?', Laxus raised his eyebrows in amusement. It was fun teasing Jellal especially when he was in a foul mood.
'Jelly-chan is jealous because other men in the party are eyeing Erza ravenously!', Meredy chimed in the scene, humming a tune under her breath almost nonchalantly.
Laxus let out a nasty cackle as he smashed his beer pint against the wooden table they currently occupied. Meredy joined in with her sniggers; annoying Jellal in his misery.
'Cheer up Jelly chan, if you brood so much, you will end up getting wrinkles quickly and look almost 20 years elder to Erza!'
'Stop calling me Jelly chan, Meredy!'
'Why? I think that name suits you a lot Jellal.'
Oh no.
The trio turned around to acknowledge the owner of this sardonic comment.
Erik approached the group with a wide smirk plastered on his face, much to Jellal's discontentment.
What a great timing. Now they will gang up to bully me.
'Say Jellal, want to murder those assholes? I could feel your malignity from the far end of the hall, reverberating louder than Gajeel's singing shit'
'I wouldn't go that far, they are just harmless flies'
Actually, he could.
'Then why are you getting so hot-headed over those harmless flies?', Meredy smiled knowingly.
'I am not.'
'oh boss! Stop lying with your pathetic ass!'
'I am not lying Erik!'
Erik scoffed at his reply. He didn't even try to hide it.
'Then what do you plan on doing chad boy? Just sit in a corner like a lost puppy and watch as those men eye your woman?', laxus joined in the conversation, adding oil to the fuming spark.
'I can't pause to throw a stone at every dog that barks. Plus, Erza is a strong woman. I shouldn't stick my nose where it isn't needed. I think she is capable of handling this herself.'
But actually, he was trying his best not to jump in the scene and take her away from those bastards but he didn't want to appear as a jealous freak who had no control over his irrational aspect.
'of course, she is Jellal', Meredy reasoned,' but a woman, no matter how strong she is, would love to be spoiled by her man and feel protected. That doesn't mean you are undermining her strength. It's called chivalry.'
'…'
'What about ramming some hot iron rods up in their assholes?', laxus had no chill at all.
'Laxus your speech is so vulgar', Jellal cringed.
'Not as vulgar as your mind, boss'
'Erik, listen up- '
'it's okay Jellal', Meredy patted his back sympathetically, 'You are always harsh on yourself. You don't have to berate yourself so much. Being jealous is a sign of affection after all.'
'Really?', he raised his eyebrows in suspicion.
'Well, when exercised in moderation. Don't become Juvia though.', Laxus grimaced in exasperation.
'I just-I can't handle those people who eye her like she is their personal property!'
'Oohoohoo, finally the lover boy is being honest!', laxus slapped his hand against jellal's back harshly.
Jellal ignored his remark and chose to focus upon what Erza was doing.
Erza, unfortunately, was already surrounded by random men drooling over her assets while he was busy merry making with his guild mates.
He was pissed. He was fucking pissed.
He clenched his fist in impuissance until his knuckles turned white. He let out a shaky breath, biting his lips, trying his best not to eradicate their existence by casting sema right at this moment
'Erza-sama, I know this beautiful villa by the country side that I can rent for you. Would you like to witness that scenic beauty? I can make the arrangement just for the two of us.'
'uh, no thank you. I am not interested, I am busy at the moment with my ongoing missions but I would certainly take-out time to visit this said place with my friends and my boyfriend', Erza exaggerated the last part to make this pathetic pervert clear of the fact that she wasn't interested in his offer.
'He doesn't need to know'
'When I said I won't go, I won't go. Please learn to respect a woman.'
She was already seething at this moment, ready to requip in her armour to beat the shit out of these perverts but she held herself back. This was an important party for her guild as many magic council officials appeared to discuss some important matters with master Makarov.
'Erza-sama!', another pervert chimed in, 'what about-!
'My honeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!'
Erza felt a shiver travelling down her spine even before she could react from the horror of hearing his voice. She didn't need to see who this abhorrent creature was. She didn't even acknowledge him as a person. Ichiya had already latched himself around her leg giving it a wild sniff, trespassing all boundaries of her private space.
This is it. This was her limit.
She was shaking wild. Her fingers were itching from wrath as she tried to remove him from her. These men latched themselves upon her despite being firmly rejected by her. She was being polite and considerate of her guild. That's the only reason she somehow tolerated their creepy remarks. She desperately searched for familiar eyes through the crowd that was bustling from the onset of vibrant ebullience. She grew impatient by every single moment when she failed in her search to find them. That's when she felt a presence behind her. The eyes she was searching for were already looking down from their vantage but not at her. She followed his eyes to find them glued on Ichiya.
Jellal got hold of Ichiya's hand and ruthlessly broke him apart from Erza's legs, not caring for a single second where his poor ass landed.
'Ichiya-san, that's a unique way of greeting someone. It could very well qualify as harassment you know', Jellal hissed menacingly, walking in front of Erza to make a defensive guard around her.
Jellal was a master at hiding his emotions and maintaining a stoic demeanour but Erza could still look beyond that very well.
He appeared perfectly placid but he wasn't.
His eyes bellowed bloodlust. He was growling with belligerence.
He was not going to let these repulsive hands touch the body that he revered so much.
The rest of the crowd started to disperse, succumbing to the impingement Jellal displayed, while laxus, Meredy and Erik watched the scene in awe. That's the impact Jellal's presence wielded.
There was a limit to which this man could tolerate bullshit after all. This was Jellal, who was fiercely protective of the woman he loved.
Erza snickered to herself smugly seeing the crowd become frail upon his arrival. These were some spineless cowards who weren't even half the man her Jellal was.
Jellal blissfully ignored the crowd that was whispering his name with resentment, something along the lines of 'their waifu'
He looked at Erza, taking in a deep breath of relief as he put his hands over her shoulders securely.
'Well gentlemen, I just remembered that my boyfriend and I have some work to do, if you will excuse us.' Erza stood up from her chair and bowed her head signalling her departure as she grabbed hold of jellal's hands, leading them across the hall through the exit door. Jellal looked at his guild mates who were giving him smug smiles and thumbs ups.
After exiting the guild, Jellal let out a sigh as they strode further away from that crowd. He still was shaking, his hysteria urging him to go back and beat the shit out of those bastards. He tore his thoughts away from the former events and looked sideways at the enchanting woman walking by his side.
'This dress really looks nice on you.'
'Thank you, sweetheart', Erza smiled and turned her face to give him a chaste peck on his cheeks. 'But I think I will opt for a less revealing outfit next time for a formal party like this'
'Why?'
'tch, didn't you see for yourself what happened today?'
'Don't fret about those assholes, just wear what you want', he snaked his arm around her waist protectively to pull her closer to him.
Jellal rarely cursed, that meant he was infuriated right now.
'Jellal', she whispered lovingly, taking his face in her hands, 'look at me'
He locked his gaze with her, facing her completely. His arms gently fondled her waist, pulling her entirely towards himself.
She leaned into him, melting like butter.
'I love you Jellal.' She brought his face towards hers until their foreheads were touching each other, 'Thank you for helping me back then. I was really helpless'.
They closed their eyes and sighed in synchronisation. She felt his arms locking her into a tight embrace, clutching the fabric of her dress.
'I just…..couldn't help myself when I saw them degrading you like that.' He felt the weight of her hands shifting down towards his neck, near his sensitive spot which only she knew about, caressing it to calm him down.
'Thank you love, but don't over-exert yourself over this issue, this isn't worth your time and effort', she looked at him tenderly. Jellal was such a worrywart but she loved him the same.
'yeah…you are right', he leaned into her, nuzzling his nose with hers, her sweet scent taming his raging heartbeat down, 'I love you too'
It's almost been a year since they started dating and obviously they never hesitated to show their love to each other- verbally, physically or emotionally, but Erza would never get tired of Jellal saying 'I love you' to her. She had dreamed about it so long, she yearned about it ever since she realised her feelings for him, she would never take his confessions for granted. It still had the same impact on her as the first time he poured his heart out to her.
Such was their affection for each other-always raging against the odds.
The hooting of the owls could be heard in the depth of the night. A sudden breeze struck her form as she shivered from the lack of her clothing, she had worn a simple flowy dress, not deemed to be fit in a chilly weather.
'it's getting cold Erza', Jellal pointed out as he draped his coated over her shoulders, 'let's go home'.
She hummed lightly in solace as she felt his lips softly touch her forehead. She entwined her hand with his as they started treading towards the path that led to their small cottage, their personal heaven.
'Can you make me a strawberry smoothie with vanilla ice cream?', she asked him tentatively, testing her waters.
'I thought you wanted to curb your midnight snacking'
'But jelllaaaaaaaaaaaal!', she wailed in desperation, 'dealing with those perverts drained my energy!'
'I can always make a bowl of fruits oats for you.'
'Noooooooo! That's way too heathy!'
'Okay how about this?', he tried to reason with her, 'I'll make milk oats for you with honey and loads of freshly cut strawberries. Sounds like a good deal to me, what do you think?'
She thought about the offer for a moment. It did actually sound like a good deal. She knew she kind of gave in to her midnight sugar cravings. Milk oats were a heathier option.
She pouted and tried to act a little spoiled, 'only if you bribe me.'
'What a scandal! The great titania is asking for a bribe!', he nudged her shoulder playfully and she huffed in response to his actions, 'what are your demands?'
'You need to pepper me with as many kisses as I ask you for!'
' My, My, I was already planning on giving you a thousand kisses when we reach home, don't worry about that', he replied as he gave her a wink making her blush profusely.
If anyone heard them conversing in this manner, their eyeballs would pop out from their eye sockets. They were incredible mages, well versed with the ethics of professionalism. They completed their tasks seriously but when they were alone, it becomes a different story.
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