#i stand firmly with my first two ratings tho

[absolutebl]

10 Best BL Shows with the Hottest Sexitimes

Because this is English and word order matters, this title means the show itself has to be good AS WELL AS the scenes high heat, as opposed to the best sex scenes in BL. The two are not necessarily the same list. Anyway I tried to pick both high heat and a fun show. This was hard (pun intended).

FYI expect triggers with your high heat.

(Oh right. For me to get a 3/3 heat rating the BL has simulated sex in it or very close to it. And usually one or more other sexual acts like bjs, a-ply, etc...)

So, I went to the spreadsheet, and sorted it by high heat and then ranking, and here is what I got. I think #1 will surprise you. What will not surprise you is it's mostly Thai and Taiwanese.

10. TharnType (and follow ups)

Thai 2019 Viki

Should it still rank, all these years later? I am sorry to say, yes it should. University setting, great acting and complex characters, interesting friendship groups, enemies to lovers, seriously angsty coming out, high production values, AMAZING chemistry, multiple BL side couples with all the issues, damaging queer rep, strong seme/uke and husband/wife language, classic tropes and lots of them bad.

But it's famous for a reason.

This was KinnPorsche before KinnPorsche.

9. Addicted: Heroin

China 2016 Viki

When Chinese BL was good it was very dirty good and when it was bad it was censored. This is the model for that statement: rich kid falls madly for the genius poor kid in his class, starts an aggressive pursuit, includes kidnapping for love, obsession, stepbrother trope, plus some cheating. I love this BL because of what I could have been.

Just stop watching it after The Sex Scene. Okay?

8. Love Stage!!

Thai 2022 YouTube

This BL surprised me with its charm. The acting was good, the leads were appealing, support cast on point, and the production values high. It followed the original manga story arc relatively closely: boy falls in love with girl as a child, grows up to discover girl is actually a very pretty boy.

Although there are some quintessentially Thai changes that mellowed, softened, and extended the romance arc and heat levels.

7. HIStory 4: Close to You

Taiwan 2021 Viki

Nancy Chen directs, the side dish plot is basically a pastiche of problematic BL tropes inherited from the above. Great chemistry, high heat, stepbrothers, dubcon, obsession, stalker etc…

They sexy tho.

6. My Day

Pinoy 2020 YouTube

The set up on this one is enemies (also boss/employee) and they don’t like each other to start. But that gets resolved pretty quickly. And then they are some of the cutest, hottest, and best boyfriends ever.

This is an under-appreciated BL, IMHO.

5. Cutie Pie

Thai 2022 YouTube

Very high production (and heat) and a lot of visual references to live action yaoi gave this show a whiff of Japan but ultimately it stayed firmly in Thailand’s BL camp veering from absurd to appealing to annoying and then back to absurd again. If you can roll with the arranged marriage conceit and very lifestyle D/s relationships, the chemistry is spot on even if the plot is naff and driven by miscommunication.

Watch this one for the pretty, give it a pass on depth. (It has depth, it just depth of tongue kisses.)

Also the follow up: Naughty Babe

4. Bed Friend

Thai 2023 YouTube but for high heat you'll net to watch on iQIYI

Office frienamies transition a flaming hot one night stand into a f-buddy relationship that is built on a puppy/cat dynamic (and kinks into it at one point). Our puppy is loyal, smitten, and protective with endlessly longing eyes, while our cat is snarky, prickly, and deeply damaged (ALL THE TRIGGERS).

NetJames give lovely high-heat with excellent chemistry and tuned-in performances of surprising depth, unfortunately the story ultimately failed them. Had the show had the strength of its convictions and kept to a tighter, darker, harsher 8 eps it would have been the first high heat to earn a 10/10 from me, but once they fussed with it, it dropped to a solid 8/10. Could have been great but was overworked.

Still if high heat is your thing, this one will not let you down.

3. HIStory 3: Trapped

Taiwan 2019 Viki

Basically the definition of enemies to lovers from Lin Pei Yu. This is a cop + the mafia man he is chasing but WAIT, they fall in love. Added bonus side couple: assassin and nerd cop ALSO falling in love. It’s great. All the leads are stellar. Its high heat, fun action, and a bit of a mystery drama but pretty about all of it.

My only warning is that the main couple doesn’t entirely end up together, it’s implied, but… amorphous ending.

2. Why R U?

Thai 2020 Viki

No one knows what’s going on, not even the characters, but absolutely no one cares 'cause it's so thirsty. The plot seems to be "great chemistry and make sure Zee's shirts are NEVER BUTTONED PROPERLY." We, the collective, have a pro Hawaiian shirt anti-button stance, so rah rah rah! (Still the most confusing thing about this show is: why they didn't just title it YRU?)

The FighterTuror sex scenes still stand as some of the best ever fielded in a Thai BL. I will not be entertaining opposition on this matter.

1. Be Loved In House: I Do

Taiwan 2021 Viki

A cute classy office set BL with a few plot raised eyebrows, but no other concerns. ALL THE TROPES plus a general sweet softness that’s pretty rare from Taiwan, who usually prefer to go hard, but all their signature domesticity.

There is one high heat sex scene and it's great. But it's the whole package of classic sappy Taiwanese BL that puts this at the very top for me.

Generally just v high heat?

Hottest sex scenes in BL is frankly gonna be largely a matter of your personal taste.

But if the ones mentioned above don't work try:

KinnPorsche

Love in the Air

Big Dragon

HIStory 3; MODC (the BL that shall not be named)

Be Mine Super Star

Manner of Death (and anything else with MaxTul)

Oh My Sunshine Night (sides)

Secret Crush on You

Wedding Plan

Most dark JBL has very good high heat, but... ya know.

For @samara44 by request.

Dated Nov 2023, not responsible for amazing high head that came after.

(source)

[zisgarbage]

Brain rot time: ranking Final Destination films and why I’m ranking them that way

Final Destination 3

Obviously this is my favorite one! Wendy best girl. I’m scared of roller coasters so it already plays on that fear wonderfully. The movie is so delightfully nostalgic with the goth characters, the asshole jocks, the hot bimbos who are actually nice. Every character was well thought out, even to Wendy’s sister, which unfortunately can’t be said for every FD film. The deaths are also iconic, especially the famous scene of the Ashes in the tanning booths to Love Rollercoaster. The concept of the deaths being seen from the pictures was so genius they can never outdo it tbh. This film is overall 9/10 (could be gayer)

2. Final Destination 1

I have become very emotionally attached to this film. I have megalophobia and a fear of flying so I was a bit nervous on first watch. All the characters are interesting, and I just love Alex he’s so fucking bonkers 10/10 main boy my pathetic sweaty meow meow. This movie really perfected you going “holy shit” after the deaths, Carter getting hit by a fucking sign, Billy having his head cut off, it’s so insanely good I love this film. This movie, out of all of them, also helps me ponder my mortality on a deeper level. I feel like it does a good job of showing different character’s reactions to their end. With Clear accepting it from her trauma to Carter being a meathead and refusing to let anything but himself control his life(and death).

3. Final Destination 2

Kim is such an underrated visionary I really like her character. Kinda iconic they got Clear to help too, her death (as well as Alex’s) were underwhelming tho. The character’s in this film had some brutal deaths, my favorites were the airbag and flying fence deaths cause they’re just BAM. I like that the characters kinda banded together, unlike in other films where it was only a select few, all of them worked together so it was fun to see the dynamic. I LOVED that they all cheated death on 180 in one way or another so death tried to get them again like c’mon it’s so good. As a driver this it also hits somewhere close given a great aunt died in her car a very similar way. This movie also has the one of the few hetero relationships that I’ll tolerate (Kim and the cop) so yeehaw

4. Final Destination 4

Okay, I know I know but listen. I’m ranking this fourth ONLY for the scene where the racist gets dragged down the street on fire cause it’s very satisfying. There’s only like two characters in this film that I like but somehow it’s better than 5. It’s almost better knowing they all die cause it’s so hard to genuinely like any characters in the first place. The opening scene is also really memorable I always have it stuck in my head a lot. When I watch sports like racing I always fear that something will happen that’ll kill me so it’s oddly understandable. There is definitely a lot more gore in this one compared to others, it’s so stupid and tacky but good enough to make your stomach turn(that escalator death fucked me up so bad.)

5. Final Destination 5

Sorry, the only good part of this movie was the twist ending and that’s cause it turned into FD1. Clusterfuck of a film (yet I still watch it). Literally none of the characters attracted me they have the personalities of plastic spoons, Olivia was the only one I sorta liked. I just feel like these movies are more enjoyable the bigger the personalities are in characters. This movie is just honestly so forgettable for me I wish I liked it as much as other FD fans do but I can’t :/ Also Peter and Sam were definitely fruity 4/10

[iicytodoroki]

pregame; atsumu miya (nsfw)

‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ summary: ❝ ya ready to go to suna’s for pregame, right? ❞

‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ warnings: explicit scenes (use protection!), explicit language, mentions of drinking, f! reader, some degradation, some possession, use of pill vibrator, fingering

‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ wc: 2990

‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ a/n: sorry it look me ages to get this done, i rlly wasnt inspired to write smut during that time, so everything i wrote just didnt flow right; so hope you enjoy tho!

You could only just cross your legs as you leaned against the wall, looking across the room. Leering eyes sharpen when Atsumu catches your gaze. A smug look as he looks down and back directly at your (e/c), darkening with a knowing thought. Holding his gaze, challenging him to just try you. But this is your boyfriend we are talking about. He loves a good challenge. Slowly he reaches into his pocket, eyes darkening. You can imagine hearing the slow click, click of the dial turn. The aching buzz against your soft, velvety wall now growing with each click of the remote. Your thighs clutching tighter to help the unsatisfied ache and to prevent the drench seeping through your bottoms. 

The vibrating pill was too much for your sensitive walls. Atsumu had to push it in deep to make sure it’s between your rings of muscle so each time you clench harder, the sleek pick just keeps going in deeper, sending intense pulses all around.

It was less than an hour when Atsumu coaxed you with his fingers on the drive here. The pisshead loved rubbing his thumb on the inner, sensitive flesh of your thigh as he drove. But since you were so busy texting the group chat about everyone’s wins, he just has to slip his thick, calloused fingers past your panties. 

First, rubbing your sweet button with his thumb, obviously tearing your attention away from your phone. Frowning at what he’s trying to get at, your face could only flush. Next, shoving two fingers in after he feels the slick collecting on his palm. Atsumu’s warm hands contrasting to his cold, metal rings added to your lewd gasps and uneven breathing. Sensing how much you want more of his nationally acclaimed fingers, he drastically sped up his pace. He was shoving two fingers in you then three while being attentive to your nub. 

Your body temperature and heart rate was so rapid now. The shoving force of his hand trying to make sure all his knuckles are in and pushing against your velvety walls was too much for a short amount of time. Atsumu was smugly driving with one hand of the wheel, smiling to himself knowing he made you a quivering mess within minutes. Every glance he took to the side, his pants just got tighter and tighter. You looked so good trying to ground yourself by grasping the grab handle above you for dear life. Your whimpers and moans for more ignited his need to to take you. Now. 

But sadly, the car came to a halt. You two arrived at Suna’s flat.

Walking in all cheeky knowing you never got your release, he just gave you his shit-eating grin as you both walked in towards your old high school friends. Atsumu gave you a peck on the cheek as he sauntered off to go play around Aran, Suna, and Osamu in the living room. You gave an extra heated glare at the back of Atsumu’s head, conveying how mad you were for interrupting you. But as you got up to go to the kitchen, you failed to notice his fingers in his pocket turning on the remote. 

In the midst of bending down to get water from the fridge, tingles from the base to the top of your spine shot up shivers. Then that’s when you froze wide-eyed of the familiar buzzing inside your still sensitive wet, warmth. You remember Atsumu was cleaning up slick juices since you were mad at him causing such a mess, plus he insisted. Still in a daze, your cunny still remembers his presence and was dripping enough that your scheming boyfriend slipped his favorite traveler’s toy in you. 

That fucking idiot

You could only curse him out in your head and send glares his way. Only for him to give an oh-so-loving smile from a boyfriend, turning back to laugh with his friends. Which now led you to stand around, idly chatting with other members, all hiding the fact you keep crossing your thighs in order to relieve the subtle need to clench around the very prolonged vibrations. 

Maintaining your intense, anger-filled gaze at Atsumu, his own golden hues just darkened in response. To him, his appetite has now become insatiable. How could you be so tempting? Just by staring at him. Those lust-filled eyes and scarlet overcasting your radiant skin. 

Oh, you’re so ready

Atsumu got up from his seat, his friends not noticing his sudden parting. He occasionally gave nods of acknowledgement, but most of the time he just stared at you, yearning for your adorable reactions. Now he has you in the palm of his hand. Primed for his much needed savory appetite.

“‘Tsumu, what the actual fuck --,” you hissed. But he quickly took your arm into the master bathroom. 

The slam of the door and click of the lock reverberated against the pristine walls. Only the view of his broad, toned back was visible. For a second you thought you made him mad, but then the soft humming and fluttering of your wet walls, which are also starting to leak out onto your thinly laced panties, grounded your mind again. Before you know it, Atsumu firmly grasps your hips with both his hands, digging in to make sure to keep you in place. Oh they are for sure going to bruise in the morning, yet your lower abdomen just got tingly at the prospects. 

“Ya know,” his hot breath dancing across the die of your neck, “I’ve been waiting til we got home after the party…”

Atsumu hands’ ghostly touch roamed up until his thumbs reached your underboobs. With each word he gave you hot neck butterfly kisses, while his thumbs roughly circulated your sensitive buds through the fabric.

“But you looked so desperate for my cock,” with a sudden bite and suckle at the junction of your neck, tongue smoothing with his slick over the blooming mark. Shivers down your spine from the cold and meek whimpers made by you

He continues, “like the needy slut you are.”

While your mind was focused on his attentive lips, you failed to notice the tossed skirt in the clawfoot tub. Next thing you know, Atsumu carelessly ripped off your blouse, his mouth was watering just the sight of you, pussy gleaming as the pill continued, and chest heaving from the soft, but sensitive touches. His cock ached so much being constricted. He glanced back to your face where he can read in your darkened eyes, you needed him now.

“‘Tsumu, please hur--,” not needing to finish your sentence Atsumu attached himself to one of your breasts, while the other was mercilessly pinched and rubbed to relieve the pain, over-and-over. Saliva from the rapid lapping of his tongue absorbed the cold draft, perking them. Perfect for the graze and pull of his teeth, eliciting a series of high-pitched mewls. All directed to his throbbing cock. 

Urgency finally took over your still foggy mind, nimble hands were able to tug at Atsumu’s dress shirt, reveling at his godly-sculpted body. His being just surrounds you, eyes focusing on the glistening sweat that’s perspiring all over his torso. Smirking at your glossy eyes that seem to scale all over his body he comments, “Like what you see?”

Before he could get an answer, your (e/c) caught the bulging tent of his pants. Just seeing how large the bulge is got you panting more whilst rubbing your thighs. 

Just imagine him and the pill inside...at once

While your eyes were trained on his cock, Atsumu unzipped and discarded his bottoms to the side. Standing in all his glory was his raging, red head of his cock, glistening in dripping pre-cum. A thickness you’ve never gotten used to, always need to be prepped for what feels like hours, with a protruding vein just underneath. Just remembering the rough drags that vein has against your spongy walls could make you cum right now. 

“Now, now, as much as I love you admiring my cock, I’d love it even more inside this tight pussy of yours.”

As he said this Atsumu turned you around to face the large bathroom mirror, while he atrociously shoved his thumb, index, and middle fingers up your cunt. Rapidly raking inside in the search for the pill.

“Ah! nghh--’Tsumu..!!”

“Wait a sec babe,” he kissed your temple as he smirk knowing your knees buckled, “I need to take it out first.”

In reality, he did find it, but he wanted to keep messing with you. You were making such pretty noises and your face, god he could see the mix of frustration and pleasure written on there. He kept aggressively shoving his hand while scissoring his fingers inside, insisting he couldn’t find it yet. Atsumu’s brute force and the deep intense vibrations built you up to a warm coiling in your lower abdomen. (s/c) hands clutched onto the edge of the counter in anticipation.

After what felt like brutal hours of aggressive to slow fingering, he finally took it out. So sudden, yet so close, he didn’t—would not—let you release.

All you could hear was your heaving breath and the squelching noises of your arousal, a string still connecting to the vibrating pill. Atsumu seeing how all your juices messly attached around his hand made him salivate like a man out in the desert. Your aroma wafted around both of you, igniting this primal need to delve into you and the sinful noise of your pussy, looking for something to fill it. A need to relieve its emptiness.

“Miya Atsumu, you’re an actual douchebag,” you said in frustration.

“Oh really? Then I guess I better treat you,” he brought one hand to the front and another crawling up to your blooming bruised neck.

Enticed at his movements, you watched in the mirror as he opened your lips. Pink, fleshy muscles clenching at nothing. That is until you see Atsumu’s cock slicking himself with his precum and your nectar. He let out a deep groan upwards just at the feeling of the heat your pussy gave away. 

“F-fuck y/n, you’re so wet, mmghh,” he moaned.

Biting your lip and stifle a broken moan, Atsumu entered inside, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the tight fit of his cock. No matter how many times you guys fucked, his girth always stretched you out, his plump head had to be thrusted through each muscled ring. All the while your walls kept fluttering around him. 

Atsumu’s forehead was now in your shoulder as he bit and licked the area as he thrusted into you, your hips ringing against the marble sink. Wet skin from arousal and sweat tingly as he pulled back to shove in deeper. 

Feeling all of his ridges grazing inside you.

Your fleshy walls pulsate around his cock as he eases himself into you inch by rough inch.

 “Nghh, ‘Tsumu,” you gasped at another harsh thrust, “I need you, I—I ah…!!!”

You were desperately calling for him to be inside you and shove himself all in so you can finally feel him. Just then, he sheathed himself in you. Your jaws opened in a silent cry of a moan, eyes starting to roll back at how--big and thick-- he is against your walls. Every ridge, every vein was easily recognized. You were so stretched from his sudden intrusion, it slightly burned, but pleasure soon seeped its way in. 

“Y-ya—nghh—tight!!” he panted leaving a trail of reds and violets down your neck.

Then feeling him vigorously drill into you, you look down to see his thick cock pushing in and out of your cunt. One hand holding your hips to help him thrusting into you faster. 

Overwhelmed and wanting to make this more pleasurable, your head slumped down to let you hurriedly thrust your hips back. You could feel his thick head kiss your cervix, your walls won’t let him go; even the muscley rings he had to go through contracted, so each pull-back his head just tugged on it. Every plunge of his sinful hips probed against your sensitive spot, intensifying the flames of your pleasure.

The way you feel him all around you and inside you, his heavy cock twitching with each whimper, he growled against your neck to pinch your nipples harder. Causing you to writhe in oversensitivity. 

You let out a pornographic moan, bouncing off the walls.

 “Nghhh!!! ‘Tsumu—!!! Harder!!!” you were raptured in ecstasy. But you need more.

“Look at you, desperate for my cock like the slut you are,” he murmured.

 Two fingers push past your swollen lips from constant biting and force their way to the back of your throat. Atsumu hummed in satisfaction as you began to hollow your cheeks and suck as if it was his cock in your wet cavern. Throaty moans would come out from the intense thrusting into your cervix and down your throat.

Huffing and groaning at how close you were, Atsumu used both his hands to lift your hips a little higher, now on your toes, to slam into you harder.

 “Shit, y/n, look at yourself,” he huffed, “f-fucking milking my cock…”

 He groaned, “all of t-this,” he pumped upwards, hitting that one spongy, delicate spot, “is mine, shit! nghh—this cunt is mine only.” 

His cock was impaling you with such a force. He was mindlessly jackhammering into your soft, overworked hole. Your juices have long been trickling down your legs. Allowing his cock to easily slide inside faster and harshly.

Two digits made their way to your swollen button. With his thumb he hastily rubbed down with endless figure-eight’s. Atsumu let out a muffled moan at how your pussy clasped around him.

Your cute little hole is so tight and hot. I could just drill in deeper, wanna fuck you harder.

Atsumu loved that look on your face through the mirror. God, he was so thankful he faced you that way, cause now he can see every fucked-out look you had. Each moan, each mewls from stimulation. Your heaving chest against your bouncing breasts from his thrusted looked amazing to him. Because only he can make you like this. Into this mess only thinking about his cock.

“Look at your greedy fucking cunt, look at yourself in the mirror, taking everything I give you,” he growled in your ear as his callous fingers fervently rubbed your clit.

Looking up, set your stomach feverish lust. You could not even keep yourself up, it was your luscious boyfriend pounding you against the sink that kept you from falling. 

It was then Atsumu had this surge of carnal desire, his atrocious thrusting became even more feral. Skin slapping with skin seemed to be louder than your moans and groans. Your mind could only see him, only Atsumu’s body surrounding you, and nothing else. You were so ready to snap, so close to breaking apart, the coil below was agonizingly tight to burst. But you wanted something else too. Needed it.

Using whatever strength you had left, you reached back to tug his sandy-blonde hair to pay attention to your voice, than licking all the violet blossoms on your abused neck.

 “‘T-tsumuuu, please--nghhh…! I n-need your cum baby!!” you moaned without a care how loud. 

 You could feel him smirk against your nape. 

 “Such a dirty slut, do you love my cum inside you that much?” he teased as he slowed down.

“F-fuck!!! Yess ‘Tsumu I fucking lovee your cum…!!” you shouted frustratingly. 

 Hearing those words set aflame in Atsumu, he used both his hands to bruisingly grip you higher and sheathed you down his cock. He reached deeper inside you, his head now continuously rubbing at your cervix. Your walls became even tighter. So his thick shaft and veins were scraping along your wet, fluttering walls each stroke. 

You were a moan mess, eyes shut and mind set on one thing. Your hand was still tugging at the nape of his baby hairs and the other was clawed at his forearm which was used to press down on your swollen, pink clit. 

Shit, I’m there..!! Fuck--I..!

 “‘Tsumuuu!!” you screamed; you were ready and so was he. 

He brought his mouth to your ear, golden eyes now with a sinful glint, his hot breath casting around your ear and neck, “I need you--ngh-- to cum. Now.”

You throw your head to the side of his shoulder, toes curling, and your pussy clenching everything on his cock. Your cunt was milking him for all he got. Your gushing cum didn’t relent. Atsumu couldn’t take it anymore. Everything around him was so tight he barely could move his cock an inch, so hot he needed release.Until he gave in, too. He thrusts himself as deeply as he can, pressing hard against your cervix as you feel thick ropes of hot cum shooting inside of you. He pumped his cum into you, cock twitching as you felt hot gushes of mixed white juices flood your trembling cunt. You were limp but your pussy continued to milk Atsumu who still kept cumming in hot, white ropes inside. 

 His momentum began to slow as his cock was now softening. Both of his strong, sculpted arms support you as you tried to recover. Your head is still in a delirium of what just happened. Atsumu slowly pulled out, a shit-eating grin at his work. Dried cum of yours and his trailed down your legs. And more nectar drips out with your cunt contracting at the emptiness. Before he could shovel them back inside your overly-sensitive pussy, bangs on the bathroom door resonated in the place. 

“Fucking shit Atsumu,” the voice huffed. “We’re ALL fucking leaving without you guys!!”

 Oh my--

...Suna

 Before Suna could leave, he yelled out again, “And you guys better be outta MY bathroom and flat!!”

[neon-junkie]

Blood Sport - Male Version

Summary: You beating Micah to an inch of his life has done nothing but give in a hard-on. Maybe you should make use of this?

Pairing: Micah Bell x m!Reader

Word Count: 2699

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Violence, Blood, Bruises, Hickeys, Fight, Choking, Dirty talk, Smut, Anal sex, Creampies, Fingering.

Notes: I finally got round to writing the male version, yay!!! It’s just as sinful :)

Female Version  

You hated him. You despised him. You loathed him.

This man, this pathetic excuse for a man. He was the worst person you'd ever met, the worst thing God had put upon this Earth.

This past week he'd been especially nasty to you. Normally, the two of you would rarely interact. When you first joined the gang he tried it on with you a few times; the usual cheeky pickup line followed by a groan when you rejected him. The girls had warned you about him after your first interaction, concerned that he was just trying to tempt you onto him so he could mock you for your sexuality. They then ensured you that anyone would come to your need if he ever took things too far. You knew the camp was safe but continued to question why this rat slept amongst them.

On this pleasant day, he had made racist remarks to both Charles and Lenny, made a snide remark to Grimshaw, had almost gotten into a fight with Arthur, and had tripped over Uncle whilst he was sleeping and blamed it on him. Wonderful.

Thankfully, the day was almost over. Well, for most of the gang it was. You were put on guard duty for a good few hours into the night. No bother. Horseshoe Overlook was actually a quiet location and you'd never seen or heard anyone try and get close to the camp, despite it being so close to the main road.

So there you were, gun in hand as you strolled around the forest, a few hours into your shift. The night had been peaceful but of course, someone was on their way over to ruin it. You heard rustling coming from behind you and turned around just in time to see that distinct white hat figure stumbling about. Sigh.

"There you are," Micah slurred as he approached you, resting his weight against the tree as he put his hands on his gunbelt, trying to look cool.

"Here I am," you sighed.

"Oh, don't be like that. I ain't here to annoy you," Micah rolled his eyes.

"What are you here for then?" A question that you probably shouldn't have asked.

"You know, darlin'. I could do with your help."

"I ain't your darlin'. And what do you need? You want me to go push you off that cliff?" you snapped.

"Easy there," Micah raised his hands, laughing slightly. He slowly walked towards you, his hands still raised. "How about I show you what I need help with, huh?"

"Just tell me. I ain't here to play games." You try and push him away from you with the bottom of your gun, but he pushes it aside and steps forward.

"Now now. Just c'mere," Micah says as he puts a hand on your waist.

Nope.

You punch him in the stomach with the bottom of your gun, shoving him backward. He manages to remain standing, but was hunched over.

"Eager there, ain't you?" Micah says as he straightened himself.

"I ain't afraid to beat you to an inch of your life," you reply, standing upright.

"Do it then!"

"What?" He caught you off guard.

"Go on, do it! I know you hate me. Why not take out all that anger, huh? Enjoy the satisfaction of seeing me walk around for the next few weeks all roughed up, knowing you did it," Micah approaches you again. He tries to grab you but you manage to catch his wrist in time, holding it firmly. He doesn't pull away.

"Why are you so eager?"

"I wanna see what you're made of. I wanna see if men like you really can fight." That comment set you off. You let go of his wrist, dropped the gun to the floor, and planted a hard punch across his face.

Micah fell back to the ground with a large thud. He lies there for a second, one of his hands coming up to wipe at his face. Eventually, he looks up at you, still laying on the floor, his hat a few inches from him.

"Is that it?" Micah laughs. Ugh.

"I ain't here to.. do whatever this is," you reply as you begin to walk off. Micah grabs a hold of your ankle, making your blood boil.

"C'mon, I'm all defenseless. Just let all that anger out," he says as he pulls at your ankle.

"Fine!" You snap.

As quick as lightning, you kneel over him, your knees on either side of his hips. You grab him by the scruff of his shirt and start laying punches on him like there's no tomorrow. Micah takes it. You can hear him grunting with every hit you land, yet he doesn't fight back. His arms remain sprawled out by his sides, legs underneath you, making no effort to stop this.

What is with this man?! Why wasn't he fighting back?

There's blood everywhere, all over your shirt, fist, and his face. You stop, catching your breath. He was right, it felt amazing to let out all that anger. Micah's eyes are shut, one of them already swollen up, his nose and mouth covered in blood. He's panting too but somehow still conscious. Finally, he speaks.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Micah asks you as he opens his eyes.

"Feels good beatin' up a piece of shit like you, yeah," you admit.

"I ain't on about that," Micah replies. Micah rolls his hips, rubbing a rock-solid boner against your own. You hadn't realized that during your fight you'd let yourself sit on his lap, too distracted by smashing his skull in. Was it the friction that had made you hard? Or maybe the adrenaline?

"Eugh!" You yelp. You let go of his shirt, his head thudding back onto the ground.

Micah starts to laugh. He lets out that long, annoying laugh. The one he does when he knows he's right. It's so fake, it's sickly.

"You ain't moved off me tho, darlin'." He was right. You'd made no attempt to roll off him, no attempt to move your crotch away from his. "You enjoy this? You enjoy beatin' up big bad Micah Bell? Bet you're harder than a rock."

He was right. He was so right.

You weren't sure if this was a rush of adrenaline or a sick fetish you'd kept locked away for years, but he was damn right. You're not sure what to respond so you simply punch him again.

He laughs.

"You get off on this?" you snap at him, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt again.

"Yep," he blankly states.

Your eyes widen. He's making direct eye contact with you now, your face is red and inches away from his. He stank of whiskey and blood, his breathing still heavy.

"Can't help nature," Micah eventually states, breaking the silence.

You pause for a moment, taking it all in. You could either get up and walk away, hoping this would never occur or be mentioned, though you doubted that. Or use him, let your anger out whilst you finally get some cock. It had been months since you'd been laid and you were aching to get off. Maybe he'd noticed this? Maybe he'd peeked on you masturbating far too often? The second option sounded best; it was a win-win. Beat the fuck outta Micah whilst you use him for sexual pleasure, then threaten him and hope he never tells a soul about this.

"Go on, what you gonna pick, sweetheart? I can see you workin' this all out," Micah says, cutting off your train of thought.

"Alright, Mister Bell. You're gonna take this, you ain't gonna fight back. I'm gonna use you to get myself off. I'm gonna continue to beat the everloving fuck outta you. Then you're never gonna tell nobody about this. Alright?"

Micah doesn't reply, he just starts laughing again. Ugh! Of course, you punch him, again and again but he continues to laugh. So you give up and start choking him. He's caught off guard. His eyes widen as you wrap your hand around his throat, avoiding his windpipe and pushing on those soft spots under his jawline.

He's looking at you through bruised half-lidded eyes, his mouth slightly parted. His breathing is heavy, yet he's conscious enough to grasp your hips and start grinding up against you. What a sick man. You let go of his throat when you start to see his eyes shutting. He gasps for breath, smiling and grinding harder against you.

"I knew you were sick. I knew I was gonna have to push all your buttons in order to get something off you," Micah laughs. You punch him again.

"This a game for you?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Well, it's my turn to play now. Get your cock out and don't try anything," you order as you shuffle off him. You hear him chuckle as he begins to undo his belt.

You stand up to kick off one of your pant legs, leaving them and your undergarments around one ankle, one boot on the floor. You watch as Micah pulls out his cock and begins to stroke it, watching you undress. He's solid, his cock covered in veins and red at the tip. He's an average length and very girthy. Perfect. You climb on top of him. Thankfully and coincidentally, you had been playing with yourself earlier before going on guard duty, so you only needed a few moments and the small bottle of lube that you kept in your pocket for emergencies to get yourself ready.

You finally slide down onto him, letting out a moan through gritted teeth as he stretches you. You spend a moment sitting with his dick fully inside of you, letting yourself get used to it.

"Too big for you?" Micah teases. It gains him another punch across the jaw. That made his cock twitch. He chuckles for a moment but stops and rolls his head back the moment you start riding him.

You soon find a good pace, one of your hands gripping onto his shirt, the other placed beside his head. His eyes are shut and he's louder than you expected. He's moaning. Full-on moaning. He's loving every second of this. Loving the pleasure and the pain. His hands grip at your hips, encouraging you to bounce faster on him.

Micah lets out a particularly loud moan after you slam into him. You slap him this time, then firmly grasp at his throat.

"You wanna be caught?" you scold him. He doesn't respond verbally, but he grins. "God, you're so sick."

Micah attempts to laugh but you grip his throat tighter, making him yelp instead. He shuts his eyes and relaxes, enjoying that feeling of blood rushing around his brain as you choke him.

He tightens his grip on your waist, stopping you from riding him. He props his knees up, pushing you forward and begins bucking into you. Hard. His motion catches you off guard, making you yelp out in pleasure.

"Atta boy," he praises you once your hand comes off his throat to grip at the ground, keeping yourself somewhat upright.

One of his hands is around your waist, the other reaching down to firmly grasp at your ass, gripping onto it for dear life. It was only fair that he left some marks on you too.

He's fucking you good, far too good. You hate to admit it, but if you knew he was this good then you would have come onto him a long time ago. Your moans are getting ridiculously loud; Micah has quietened down, only letting out a few grunts, too focused on abusing your hole.

You had to be quiet. You really REALLY did not want to be found like this. Fucking Micah was already sinful, but fucking Micah when he's bruised and covered in his own blood? How were you meant to explain that?

You lay your chest against his, gripping his jaw as you tilt his head to the side. You bite down. Hard. Leaving your marks all over him. He's moaning again, a lot quieter this time.

"Claimin' me as your own, hm? Didn't know you wanted me that bad," Micah teases.

You didn't. You did not want this man, especially after the many comments he had made towards you and your sexuality. It's funny, isn't it? The homophobes are always the ones in denial. However, you knew you were going to get off to this in the future, the feral was Micah was fucking you. You knew you'd probably have Micah come find you whenever he's horny, and you knew that you'd probably go looking for him whenever you just wanted to let off some steam. It was a mutual agreement and you were surprisingly fine with it.

"Go on, cover me. I want eeeeeveryone in the camp to be questioning why I'm beat up but covered in hickeys," he grins, laughing, moving his neck across and encouraging you.

So you do.

Micah looks worse than he's ever been. The side of his neck is purple, bite marks all over it. His nose is probably broken, his eye's swollen, and there's damp blood all over his beard and parts of his shirt. Yet he continues to laugh and grin, encouraging you in between thrusts.

"Good boy. You're loving this, ain'tcha?"

You remain silent, but let out a yelp against his skin as he slams his cock harder than usual into you. Your hole begins to ache, well used. You were going to be sore for the next few days.

"I'm close, darlin'. God, I can't wait to fill that ass up with my cum."

"Is that so?" you ask as you prop yourself back up over him, your hands on either side of his head. You give him a swift slap to the cheek, your hand stinging afterward.

"Still got some life in ya? Go on, let it allll out. Why don-" You cut him off, pressing your hand firmly on his throat.

"Shut up and fuck me. God, you really do love the sound of your own voice," you order. Micah obliges and picks up his pace. You can tell he's close, and so are you. Your hand reaching down to tug at your own cock.

Finally, he finishes his high, pulling you down hard onto his cock as he spills inside of you. You jerk yourself off, following shortly after, your cum spilling over his already ruined shirt. You clench around his cock, making him yelp as you milk him for all he's worth. The two of you are panting, sweaty, bloody messes. Eventually, you roll off him, lying beside him as you catch your breath.

Micah is the first to move. He rolls onto his side and begins to kiss your kneck, his hand reaching down to gently jerk your already over-stimulated cock. You don't react at first, too worn out and sadly still loving the attention. His hand moves down from your cock, two fingers slipping onto your abused hole, catching you off guard as you let out a moan. You can feel his cum spilling out of you as he fucks you with his fingers.

"Love that feelin'," he says against your neck. Sicko. But you also enjoy it.

Your eyes suddenly open as you feel him bite down on his neck.

"Stop!" you yelp. "You're gonna give me a hickey. I don't want people seein' that."

And he somehow leaves one on you. Fuck.

He's chuckling as he pulls his fingers out of you, still propped up on his arm beside you.

"Everyones gonna know what's happened," he grins.

"They won't cause you said you ain't gonna tell anyone," you frown.

"I ain't. I'm a man of my word. But as dumb as these people are, they can put two and two together. Especially with those bloody knuckles of yours."

He was right. You didn't realize how bloody your knuckles were. They were blood red, yet you weren't sure if it was his blood, your blood, or just bruises starting to form. Either way, it ached and there was no way you could hide this. And now you had a hickey to match, perfect!

That piece of shit. This is what he wanted.

You huffed, getting up to wipe yourself down and put your clothes back on. You rush, hearing Micah laugh as he does the same, slowly standing up. You begin to walk away but Micah grabs at your arm, spinning you around.

"Where you goin' so fast?"

"Away from you."

"Why? We're matchin' now. Can't have you goin' anywhere without me." What a nightmare that'd be.

"This is a sexual agreement, Micah. I ain't your sweetheart," you reply as you pull away from his grasp.

"Oh? So you do wanna fuck me again?"

"...Yes."

[asphyxheart]

Experiments

Everything is dark. A cold air fills the room. I am firmly held by tie on a metallic table. I am shivering. I cannot move nor see where I am. A strip keep my head straight and another one just under my rib cage, tighten enough for my breathing to be disturbed.

Suddenly the light turns on the room, and I see myself in a big mirror right upon me, wearing only an long johns. I admit, I am very curious of what will happen next. I hear soft step noises, but I cannot turn the head to see. A young girl bends down and look at me straight in the eyes. She is lovely, with long dark hairs and a skin of honey colour. Her black eyes are shining with anticipation. - Don't be afraid. Afraid ? I am curious, not afraid. I do not know how I ended up here. I do not know her nor what will happen. - W...who are...you ? Where...am I ? I hardly can speak. I don't feel weak tho. Strange.

She doesn't answer me. She unties the strip that kept my head straight and I can now see my surroundings. The room is made with bright light green ceramic. Next to me I can see a table with several surgical tools, breathing masks, a silent ECG and some deffibrilators, internal and external. I put my head straight and I see myself in the mirror. She puts the strip back on my head. She begins to caress my ribs, push a little bit over my sternum, smiles. She enjoys putting her fingers along my rib cage. She says : - You are safe with me. Nothing bad can happen to you. I am here. She places the ECG electrodes on my chest. Soon a soft bip-bip-bip is heard. She looks at the screen and murmurs : - Such a nice rythm, slow and steady. Your heart is healthy, and strong. You have a nice 56 bpm. I try to speak, but I simply can't. She looks at me and with her finger draws a line that goes from my aorta to my carotids, on each side of my windpipe. She presses hard on my arteries. I immediately feel dizzy, I see black and silver stars before my eyes. I breath quicker and my heart speeds up. Bip-bip-bip-bip. At the moment I fall in unconsciousness, she removes her fingers from my neck and says : - Good, your heart reacts correctly. Your heart rate was of 97 bpm. I blink a few times to bring back a normal vision, just to see her grabbing a syringe. She palpates my chest left of my sternum, between two ribs. She delicatly puts the needle against my skin, but does not pushes yet. - I will compress your little heart. It will beat, it will struggle, but at the end, it will stop, in the middle of your chest. And you can't do anyhing. She slowly pushes the needle between my ribs. My muscles tense, but the needle finally enters a cavity. I feel exactly where the point is. I feel...a sting deep in my chest. The needle just hit a hard contractile part. I arch on my back, the pain is deep. - Shhh, you're safe. It's all good. Let your heart panic. Look, your heart is beating at 123 bpm. It is not enough. I want more. You want more. I breath quickly. The needle touches that hard part, not even piercing it, but the pain is intense. - Here, you feel it ? I am touching your pericardium. In a few minutes, it will be filled and will prevent your heart from beating. But first, I need to stimulate your heart, make it beat faster. She pushes the needle deeper in my thorax. My heart wildly jumps in my chest, it beats faster, it is irregular. Bip-bip...bipbipbip...bip...bip...bipbipbip. I feel my myocardium being pierced, my heart beating out of control. - Yes, keep going on. 182 bpm and I haven't injected the stimulant yet. She pushes on the piston, emptying the syringe. My heart rushes under the effect of the cold liquid. I hyperventilate. I feel my heart shaking inside my pericardium. - This is far better, isn't it ? 236 bpm. Your heart beats four times in one second. I feel dizzy. My breathing is irregular. I feel the needle being removed from my heart, but not from my pericardium. - Now, I will compress your heart. Softly compressing it until you pass out. And bring you back, to compress it again. She lets the needle in my chest and remove the empty cylinder of the syringe. She then takes a bag filled with a clear liquid in it and plugs it to the needle still in my chest. She lifts the bag high and press it. I feel the cold liquid pouring around my heart, squizzing my heart. In the mirror, my eyes widen under the surprise. I feel like a cold hand grabbing my heart. My chest is rising and falling on the rythm of the hyperventilation. Under my sternum, my heart is beating fast. - 274 bpm. It seems that your little heart won't give up, right ? She empties the bag completly. My poor heart, already weak, cannot stand more pressure on the ventricles. I feel my heart shivering, then shaking out of control. I just have time to see her take the defibrillators before going unconscious.

I open the eyes with a jump. I am still tied on the table and can hear the reasuring noise of the electrocardiogram. I try to remember what just happened. Yes...My heart ! I look in the mirror. I can see two red wound on my chest, where the current have passed from the defibrillator to my heart. I notice with surprise that the needle plunged in my heart has been removed. - Good, you're awake. The first test was a success. We are going to proceed with the next tests, do you agree ? - W...wait... I catch my breath, and say with a murmur : - What...happened ? I still have lots of difficulties to speak. She looks at me and lay her finger on my lips. With a caring voice, she explains : - Your little heart hasn't tolerated the cardiac tamponad nor the stimulant. I drained your pericardium sac and defibrillated your heart. Your heart is fascinating, I really look forward to hold it in my hands, massaging it, squeezing it...but it will be for later. - And now ? She smiles at me and caresses my sternum. She takes a medical mask and lays it on my face. She connects the tube to a gas bottle. She whispers in my ear : - It will please you. I will test the resilience of your heart at being asphyxiated. You are going to breath some gases. I chose three for you. Carbon dioxyd, helium...and if your heart reacts correctly, maybe you'll get oxygen. The ECG accelerates. I know how it will react. I tried before I arrived here. I remember. - I let you discover the first gas. I can't wait to see your heart fibrillate ! She opens the first valve. I breath deeply, I fill my lungs with that cold gas. I suffocate at the first puff, and immediatly begin to hyperventilate. My heart hammers against my ribs. Carbon dioxyd ! My breathing is very heavy, I choke. My tachycardic heart feels like a stone in my chest. My thorax rises and falls too fast to be efficient. I see my skin turning pink under the asphyxiant effect of the gas. My muscles are convulsing. I breath in again. My heart skips a beat, then beat faster again. Bibibibibibibi. Tachycardia is regular tho. My heart feels heavy. - This is very good, breath in again. Breath. I inhale deeply the gas. The carbon dioxyd is acting on my heart now, I feel it. It stops. Beat again. Skips. I feel my heart palpitate, then a tingling in my chest. My heart fibrillate... As I was blacking out, a powerful electrical shock shakes my chest. Cool air arrives on my mask. My heart stops beating. She punches me on the sternum and I can feel my myocardium contracting once more. Irregular, but beating. I am saved. My heart fibrillated, then got defibrillated. Bipbipbipbip. - 162 bpm. This is very good, knowing it is just after a ventricular fibrillation. Breath calmly now. I inhale. I feel good. I see my chest raising and falling. She keeps caressing my sternum, my chest, my whole rib cage. I inhale again. It makes me feel all funny, my heart beats fast. And very hard. I see it moving under her palm. I inhale again. I do not understand. I inhale... I open the eyes. Bip-bip-bip. The ECG calmed down. I remember the fibrillation induced by the carbon dioxyd. The defibrillation. Then...Helium ? I felt nothing, except my hammering heart and my heavy breathing. - I love the feeling of your fibrillating myocard under my fingers. Feeling it ceasing to pump blood in your chest to keep you alive. I want to play with your heart, to squeeze, to pinch, to perce your little heart. - It was...pleasant... She smiles, draw a line at the heart location with her finger on my sternum. She kisses the place where she punctured my heart with the syringe. She whispers : - I revived you three times. Now I will use three ways of resuscitation to stop your little heart. I want to play with this nice breastbone before cracking your chest open.She places her hands on my sternum. She pushes with all her strenght on it. That took my breath away and my breastbone is pushed on eight good centimeters. My ribs crack. My surprised heart skips a beat. My sternum goes up and is pushed again on my heart. Push, relax, push, relax. - When your atrias contract to fill your ventricles, I press your heart. I don't want that your ventricles fill. I want them as empty as possible. I want as little blood as possible in your arteries. Push, relax, push, relax. In the mirror, I see my thorax being deformated by the pressure. I feel my heart palpitate, trying to resist to that imposed rythm. My ventricles are mercylessly emptied. My heart speeds up to compensate. She knows it. She adapts her rythm to disturb my heart, as much as possible. Push, relax, push, relax. Breathing is difficult with as much pressure on my chest. I feel dizzy. My heart is unsteaddy, it palpitates.  It beats very hard. In the mirror, my whole body is shaking under the powerful contractions. I can see my apex under her palms. Push, relax, push, relax.

Finally, after nearly one hour of uninterrupted heart massage, my irregular heart is still beating. She stops compressing my chest and stares me in the eyes : - I will make that organ fibrillate. She lifts her fist and powerfully hits my sternum. I moan. She hits me again, my breathing stops. My heart stops. Beats again. She looks at the ECG, slowly lifts her fist. She hits my sternum even harder than before. I stertorously breath. My heart is only shivering now. My pupils widen, my ribs cease to move up and down. She murmurs : - I feel your heart shaking under my fingers. Your little heart is fibrilatting again. I lose consciousness. I hardly feel the current going through the chest. Her hands are back on my sternum, not trying to stop my heart this time, but trying to save me, massaging my fibrillating heart. Another shock. I think my heart restarts. I can see again. In the mirror, my skin is a little bit more red. - Good, you're back. Time to continue. She puts a good layer of conducting gel on my thorax and sticks two defibrillator electrodes, one up of my left nipple, the second one on my left flank. - This heart of yours is resilient. Let's see how much it can take. We begin slowly, only 150J. I hear the humming of the defibrillator. I feel the shock. I moan, my heart stops while the current is in my chest, then keep on beating. It beats fast. - 200J. I feel my heart making a lot of big jumps in my chest. Now it is irregular and tachycardic. The ECG is panicking. Bi-bibibi-bip-bip-bibi-bip. - The ECG shows us only a little 181bpm. Let's try 300J. She watches my chest rising under the powerful electrical impulse. My heart palpitates, palpitates, palpitates. Another shock. And another. - That's it. 500J. That exctremly powerful shock makes my back arches for at least three seconds. My heart stops, I lay on the table. As I black out, my heart beats again, a single, mighty beat, then keep on beating very fast. I can hear it in my head. Lubdublubdub...lubdublub...lubdubdubdubdub. She shocks me again. Lub...The now familiar tingling in my chest seizes my heart. I lose consciousness. When I open the eyes, she was looking at me. She says : - When the heart massage and the defibrillation do not work, we have only one last resort. Do you know what is that last resort ? I try to say no, to shake the head. I am so weak. I can feel only my heart hammering inside my chest. I see her taking two syringes on the table. She explains : - Those two products have complementary effects. I begin by injecting you a good dose of atropine. It will keep your heart at a high speed, without slowing it down. Then I will inject you a huge dose of adrenaline. Not only will your heart only speeds up, but it will be beating pretty regulary before sinking in a very pleasant ventricular fibrillation. You enjoy it, isn't it ? I see her palpate my chest, then piercing my skin and my intercostal muscles with the first syringe. She stops her move and says : - It is only a little needle, but what would happen if I stabbed your heart like I would do with a knife ? She brutally plunges the needles, deep in my left ventricle and empty the content. The deep pain make me aches my back, and that sudden movement makes the stucked needle move in my myocard too. The pain is intense, intimate. My heart is hurt. Physically hurt. She caresses my ribcage, remove the syringe and murmurs : - Shh, I know, I know, it is painful. Everything is good. Your heart is very reactive to physic stimuli. Look in the mirror. You breath quickly. Heavily. Your little heart already accelerates. I will help it reaching its best rythm. She takes the other syringe. This time, she slowly push the needle in my chest, gently tickling my pericardium with the needle point before deciding to pierce it and empty the adrenaline in my left ventricle. - 196 bpm. My heart jumps in my chest as the stimulant makes effect. She removes the needle and murmurs : - 198, 205, 222. I hardly breath. My heart feels like it will explode. I hyperventilate. My ribs rise and lower too fast to be efficient. My whole body shivers with my heart contraction. A thin trickle of blood oozes from the puncture and run down my ribs. - 240, 254, 276. She put her hands on my mouth and pinches my nose. I choke. My chest frantically rises and lowers. I try to inhale with all my weak strenghts. She removes her hands and I heavily breath. I am still hyperventilating. My heart is beating extremely fast, I feel only my continuous thundering heartbeats. - 310 beats per minutes ! Your heart beats five times in one second ! She puts one hand on my sternum and the other at my apex. She murmurs : - Your little heart is  strong, but I think it cannot take more. I feel it. Look in the mirror. My incredibly fast yet regular heart skip a beat. She smiles. I know why she smiles. - Your little ventricles are fibrillating. Feel them quivering. I lose consciousness.

Something is wrong. It's dark, I can't see anything. I cannot feel my chest except a gnawing pain along my sternum. My breathing is strange, as if my ribs weren't raising as usual. - Everything went perfectly. We can now proceed on the internal part of our tests. You'll love it, I assure you. She whitdraws my blindfolds. I am staring in the mirror, surprised to see a medical blanket covering my thorax. She passes her hands on that blanket in the same gesture as when she was caressing my ribs and my sternum. She takes the blanket and take it away. Fascinated, I contemplate the gaping hole in my chest, my split sternum revealing my beating heart in its white pericardium. It's so soft, so regular. I could watch it beating for hours. A metallic sound brings me back to my immediate surrounding. She shows me a little scalpel and says with a big smile : - Your sternum is cracked open, there is nothing left to protect your vulnerable ventricles. Only a little membrane, a very thin membrane. She slowly approaches the blade of my heart. In my open thorax, my heart beat under the thin pericardium. The blade poke it, I feel my heart quivering. Then the scalpel enters the pericardic sac and sink into my myocardium with an agonising slowness. I feel a deep, internal pain, my heart irregulary contracting around the invading blade. I breath heavily. She let go the scalpel plunged into my heart and I can see it dancing with every contraction. - Your little heart keeps beating. It is pretty regular. Let's see how it can tolerate a twist move from the blade. She twists the scalpel. It's burning, I can see my eyes widen with pain and surprise, I breath faster, my heart is panicking. She put the blade out of my heart and then lay a finger on the pericardic hole. My blood pours of the wounded ventricle at every contraction. I feel it flowing around my heart, squeezing it. My heart is more and more irregular, my ventricles are collapsing under the pressure around them. It's beating weaker now. My vision is fading, my breathing lesser deep. In the mirror, I can see the pericardium being filled with my own blood. My heart...stops. When I open the eyes, I can see my heart. It is happily beating in my open chest, pale red and pink. Coronary arteries and veins are pulsating at the same rythm. My pericardium retained on each side by a suture, completly exposing my most vital organ. On my ventricle, I see a black suture. The hole in my heart is sealed. - I love the cardiac tamponnad. How it feels, the sight of your struggling heart, your collapsed ventricles. She puts her hand in my chest and touches my heart. Surprised, it skips a beat. She caresses my ventricles, tilts my atrias, enjoys the feeling of my heart in her hands. She then slaps my heart. I suffocate, but my heart keeps on beating. She whispers : - I wasn't expecting it to not stop. She smiles and pinches my atrias between her thumb and index. My heart skips some beats, then pauses. It contracts hard, quiver and enters in v-tach. After a little moment of pressure on the atrias, my heart comes back to a more normal rythm. - I want to open again your suture. But I will keept that for later, don't worry. She lets go my atrias. They struggle to find back a synchronised rythm with my ventricles. She says to me : - Your poor atrias are in difficulties. They are fibrillating. Let me shock your heart. But first, I need to stop it completly. It is easier that way. With a laboured sigh, I say : - H...how ? She lays a finger on my lips and look at my heart. She takes on object on the table and shows it to me. It is a 9V battery, the one with the metallic strips for the negative and positive poles. - I will short-circuit your myocard. She slowly moves the battery forward, closer and closer of my heart, then the contact is made. My heart beats very fast, quivering, and the contractions cease. My heart is motionless in my chest. As I lose consciousness, I feel her hand sliding around my heart and massaging it. Blood circulates at the rythm of her fingers squeezing my heart muscle. Her hand is warm and strong, pumping well my poor myocardium. She winks and smiles at me : - I decide of your heart rate. Your heart belongs to me now. And I want it in my palm. She bends on me, releases her grips on my heart and blow on my lungs. Silver stars begin to dance before my eyes and she takes again my heart in her hand to massage it. The suture on my ventricle is painful, her hand contracts and release. I feel the pressure, like an intrusion in my thorax. I am terribly vulnerable. She stops again to blow in my lungs, massage my heart with one hand and takes a defibrillator with the other. She lets my still heart in my chest, position the paddles against my heart and shock immediatly. The current shakes my whole body makes my heart violently jolting and it begins to fibrillate. She shocks it again, and flick my heart as it stopped with the current. My heart is back in a sinusal rythm. The wound on my heart is slightly bleeding now. She takes again my heart in her hand and keep massaging it. It skipps, is irregular. She says : - I am going to knead your heart, stronger and stronger, harder and harder, to make it stop. Or fibrillate. I like when your heart fibrillate. You like it too, I know. You like to feel your heart squeezed. You like my hand in your chest. She presses my heart harder, longer. My heart struggles to beat. She presses my ventricles when they are filling, sending the blood back in the upper chambers of my heart, and let go my ventricles when they contract to send the blood in my arteries. I am panting, my cracked chest raising and lowering fast. My heart is mercilessly massaged. She massage my heart for a good half hour. She then smiles at me, stop squeezing my heart and watch it try to catch a normal rythm. Bi...bipbipbip...bip-bip...bibibi-bipbip. - Tell me how it would feel if I was pressuring your whole heart with both hands, and not with only one hand ? She slides her hand under my heart muscle, put the other on it, closes her eyes to enjoy my heart beat in her palms. She slowly presses my heart, savouring each shudder, each desperate contraction. Stronger and stronger, my heart beats, but I feel the pressure on my heart muscle like a stone, crushing it. She releases the pressure, my heart jumps, beat fast, and she presses again, slowly. I gasp. The releases. My confused heart lost its regular rythm, erraticly beating. - I will stop those cardiac contractions. Do you know the expression "to have a heavy heart" ? Know it in its first meaning ! She weight on my heart with all her strenght, slowly as before, but keeping my heart tighter and stronger in her grip. I feel my ventricles rubbing against her fingers, my atrias pressed under her palms. I moan, my breathing is halting. My heart is more than irregular. No beat is like the previous one. It skipps, stops, jolts in her deathly grip. - Your heart is so slow now, so...erratic. What if I press even harder now ? She squeezes my heart again, stronger than before. My breathing stops. My crushed heart cannot pump blood, my sight is fading. She holds my heart tighted in her hands for a few seconds again, and she releases her grip. My heart jumps wildly in my chest, my atrias are fibrillating, my ventricles enter in a very fast tachycardic cycle. She look at my heart. And suddenly plunges her hands again in the hole in my chest to catch my heart and squeeze it again. This time, she holds her grip for a whole minute. I might have passed out. I feel her letting my heart free to beat once more. In the mirror, the suture is nearly open. My heart is bleeding. - It's fascinating. Your heart reacts far better than expected. You were supposed to fibrillate. Or to be asystolic. Time to bring your little heart in a more sinusal rythm, don't you agree ? I am incapable of speaking. My breathing is heaving, shaky, like my heart. Ready to stop at any moment. But I see her approaching with the 9V battery. Contact is made. My heart jumps out of surprise, then completly stops. I lose consciousness, vaguely feeling her hand massaging my heart to keep me alive for the following tests. She whitedraws her hand to blow in my lungs, and I black out.

I can barely open the eyes this time. I hear the sweet sound of the ECG beeping, slow and steady. It is strange to hear it this way, it was so chaotic for the last hours. I feel her hand caresses my ribs. She whisper : - Your heart... After all I did to it, it's still beating in its sinusal rythm, to its 55 bpm. But I am not done yet, and your little heart either. She lays her hand on my beating heart, visibly enjoying its powerful contractions. She caresses my aorta, setting off a new feeling in my chest. Like touching a thick plastic tube. A tube that is a part of me. - Your heart is murmuring. Soon, it will suffocate. But first, I have to suture that nice laceration on your ventricle. My heart was indeed bleeding, a little bit of blood spurting out with each contraction. She takes a thin needle and a suture thread and begins to sew the little blade shaped hole of my ventricle. The needle enters my myocardium, gets out of it, dragging the thread in the tiny tiny needle hole, closing the laceration at each pass. My heart skips, I breath faster under those repetitive stings. Finally, my heart stops bleeding. My heart is beating faster now, 76 bpm I think. - Do you know what will follow ? I am going to asphyxiate your heart. This will be very easy to do. She puts her hand down in my open chest, tilting my heart. She says again : - Actually, I will strangle your heart. I know you love strangulation. She focus on the biggest coronary artery, follow it with a finger until she finds a good spot. Delicatly, very tenderly, she pushes on it. At first I feel nothing. Is she pushing hard enough on it ?Then I feel my heart jumping so violently in my chest that I feel her finger going deep in my myocardium. My heart is beating very irregulary now, skipping every beat, speeding up, becoming more and more tachycardic. My breath is shaky, hyperventilating. - Do you think your heart will stop or will fibrillate ? I hope it fibrillates, you're already at 214 beat per minutes. I see in the mirror my ventricles frantically contracting, trying to compensate the lack of oxygen in my heart with more speed. The inside of my chest is making me suffer. My heart is burning with asphyxia fire. I can see my heart becoming pale, my asphyxiated myocardium becoming tarnished. My ventricles grow again. A violent skip makes me feel my heart rubbing against the under part of the pericardium, and my heart violently fibrillate, not able to bear anymore strangulation. She whitedraws her finger. The oxygenated blood rushing through my asphysiated myocardium only makes it completly stops. My heart is lifeless again in my open chest. I only feel a needle piercing my ventricle before blacking out. I blink the eyes, and take a deep breath. She is here, looking at me. She says : - What an effect for having pushed on a so little artery ! Your heart enlarged, I like it. She caresses my aorta, go down one of my coronary artery but does not push on it yet. - You surely know what a commotio cordis is, right ? This is a violent hit on the sternum at a specific moment of the cardiac revolution that leads to a ventricular fibrillation. But your beautiful sternum is cracked open and split in two. I can only strike your heart. She lay down her hand down in my open chest, take my heart from rear so my heart is now beating on her palm, and lifts it at the heights of the rib spreader. I feel a dull ach inside my chest, a tension on my arteries and veins I've never experienced yet. She then strikes my heart The shock makes my whole body to shake, I ache my back, creating even more tension on my blood vessels. She hits again, I hear a wet crushing sound, I suffocate. She hits again, my breathing stops. Again, my heart stops. She strikes with her palm, my heart stops. Again. It beats, weakly. Again. She frowns and says : - Why isn't it fibrillating yet ? She takes a syringe and injects something in my heart. The tightening of the puncture makes my heart skips even more after that mercyless beating, and it speeds up a lot under the effect of the product she just injected me. I hyperventilate again, my skin become light red. She hit my heart again, but it doesn't even skip this time. She lifts her hand again and I managed to speak : - W...wait...T...T wave... She focuses on the ECG. She hits with all her strenght on my bruised heart. I feel the familiar twitching on the fibrillation against her hand, the massaging onf her hands around my frenzy quivering heart muscle. I lose consciousness. When I open the eyes again, I see in the mirror my heart is paler, bigger. It beats more weakly, or maybe is it just an impression. She says to me : - I haven't tried if your heart could bear a very high blood pressure. But don't worry, I know exactly how to raise your pressure at a cardiac level. Your laceration will open by itself. She grabbs something on the table and show it to me. It looks like a pair of pliers. - I nearly forgot I had those ! These are not normal pair of pliers. These are clamps. I am going to clamp your aorta ! My heart speeds up in excitation of what will happen. She takes my heart in her heand and pulls it a little out of the opened pericardium in order to have a good view on my aorta. It's here, pulsating, surging with each contractions of my ventricles. Her hand is soft on my heart, but I feel a painful tension where the aorta spouts out of my heart. Still holding my heart with one hand, she apporaches the clamp with the other hand, open it and says : - How will ends this test ? Will your heart completly stop beating ? Will it fibrillate ? Or maybe your little heart will burst. Now, I clamp it. I clamp your aorta. Carefully, she clamps the most imporant blood vessel of my body. My heart immediately skips a beat, I feel my blood pushing against the artery wall, my ventricles pushing the blood in the aorta, struggling to eject all the blood that accumulates in my heart chambers. I see silver stars, my vision begins already to fade. I can see my heart inflating with all the blood that doens't get out in the aorta. The laceration of my ventricle brutally opens and blood spurts out like a fountain. The ECG shows a flatline. She removes the clamp. I barely feels her hand massaging my grievly wounded heart, and I think I see a needle, ready to suture once again the opening in my heart muscle. I totally lose consciousness. When I come back from the sweet darkness of unconsciousness, a wide tear is visible on my myocardium. A little of blood oozes from the wound. A bleached line around my aorta shows where the clamp was. She says : - Your little heart nearly bursted. I couldn't let the experiment ends like this. I have one last test to run with you. The wide wound on my heart hurts, every painful contraction making it even worst. I see hers hands wrapping around my heart, kneading  a little bit, pushing on it to feel the powerful contractions of my heart. Her hand is still as strong as before. She smiles to me, with a kind and benevolent smile, yet very sad at the same time. - It can end in only one way. You know it, don't you ? Tenderly, she tightens her hands around my skippy heart. Slowly, she pulls it out of my chest, still attached. - I am going to rip your heart out of your chest. Slowly. I want you to enjoy your last heart beats. She pulls my heart out. My terrified, tachycardic heart beats very irregulary in her hand. She massages my heart at the same time, massagine my ventricles with her long thin fingers, pushing at the same time against my coronary arteries. She pulls it out again, My blood vessels are tensed, ready to be broken. She stops massaging my heart and at the same way allow the blood to circulate again in my coronary arteries. Still holding my heart with one hand, she pokes the wide suture with her other hand. - I told you I wanted to open your heart. She slowly pushes her finger inside my heart, breaking the suture, penetrating the inner part of my beating heart. She savagly scratches my frail endocardium. It's more than what my heart can bear, it begins to fibrillate once more: - Now I rip your heart. She brutally pull my heart out of my thoracic cavity. My pupils widen. I use my last seconds of counsciousness to survey my now still ribs, my chest cracked open and the gaping wound on my thorax. My eyes roll back, I exhale. I feel aspirated in darkness, surrounded by water sound, ringing ears. Then nothing more. The end

[tinalbion]

Tina thank you for this! I have a spicy request for ya! Two dialog prompts, we got “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” and pair that with “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” for...Drum roll please....BUDDY SWANSON! Gimmie that sweet cooking boy having some fun in the kitchen with the reader, doesn't have to be kept to just oral either, have fun with it, do whatcha want I TRUST YA! Love you! 🖤

UM HELL YES, YOU ARE THE FUCKIN QUEEN AND I CANNOT HANDLE THE PURE SEXUAL ENERGY THESE TWO LINES HAVE.

Seriously tho, I am so very excited to be writing for Buddy for the FIRST time ever and I really do hope I did the boy justice, I will admit I was nervous as fuck for this. I’m happy with the way it came out. 

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Sexual tension and innuendos, cunnilingus, kitchen sex, fingering

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“Chocolate”

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Summer was here and things were kicking off to a great start.

Whatever happened between you and your two new love interests only progressed further and at a fast rate, you weren’t expecting it to kick off as you did, but you weren’t going to be the one to complain at all. You finally had some time for yourself after you had escorted the campers off to their divided activities, watching as they all ran off and spread out into evenly dispersed groups, friends talking amongst one another. You smiled at the thought of the kids having the best summer they could all thanks to the staff at Camp Clear Vista. 

You had begun to make your way back to the main camp when you spotted Buddy walking into the back door of the kitchen, carrying a large box, but now that you had a moment, you were going to find out what it was. You needed the time to unwind and Buddy was more than a good enough distraction for you, so what was the harm in seeing what he was up to. You looked around and saw that everyone else had either gone back to their cabin or had been in a session with the kids, so you crept through the back door quietly, not alerting him of your presence just yet. 

He carefully removed the contents of the box and placed them on the freshly wiped down prep table, the bags, and small boxes spread out where Buddy could easily read everything. He muttered to himself and read off the ingredients as he hummed to himself, his attention focused on his task. Weaving in and around the kitchen, through the walk-in cooler and toward the cabinets, he was able to gather all he needed until he heard a small sound near the back of the kitchen. His head jerked up and that's when he noticed you standing there, arm resting confidently against the doorframe. 

"Oh, didn't realize I had a visitor," he teased with a reserved smirk, brushing his curls from his eye. 

"You seemed focused, didn't wanna disturb you when you're in the zone." You shot him back a playful grin and crossed your arms as you took a few steps towards the table. “Plus I may or may not have been looking for a snack, just finished up helping with setting up the nature hike groups. I’m famished.”

He finished setting down the measuring cups and looked up at you, his expression was almost unreadable. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in this kitchen until you walked in,” Buddy delivered the line smoothly, his hands already quick at work with the materials he had before him.

All you could do was laugh and shake your head in embarrassment, not wanting to show just how much you liked the line. "I can only imagine how long you've been wanting to use that line," you mused, leaning forward against the table. "Whatcha making?"

"Caramel marble brownies, I figured it would be a nice treat for the kids after dinner." Buddy had been too busy mixing everything to make direct eye contact, but you could see him peeking from the corner of his eye, his smile slowly growing. His mind was wandering like it normally did when you were in the vicinity, but he would play this out.

Your eyes lit up at the mention of baked brownies, the thought taking you back to childhood. It wasn’t until now that you realized it had been way too long since you enjoyed any real baked goods. Boxed ones just weren’t the same, so seeing as Buddy knew how to make them from scratch was a delightful tidbit that you didn’t know you needed to hear. 

“Oh, can I help?” you asked excitedly, clapping your hands together as you looked expectantly at him. 

He grimaced a little since he was rather protective of his workspace, but he knew you well enough that his kitchen would be in good hands, so with a sigh he slid the large silver mixing bowl your way. “You know how to make brownies from scratch?” he asked wistfully, taking a step behind you as you began to mix the ingredients together.

“I will admit, it’s been a while since I’ve made decent desserts, but with your skillful hand and willingness to teach, I’m sure I’ll be in good hands.” You smiled down at the bowl and then looked up to see Buddy staring at you, and it wasn’t just any stare, this was intense. You turned away quickly and tried to hide the obvious blush across your face.

Truth was, even though you two had already been intimate, Buddy just brought that side out in you and you were always so flustered with how dominant he could be. With Sam, it was soft and sensual, but with Buddy? Oh, it was on another level. You never complained nor would you ever, but there was just something about him today that was giving off more of an intimidating vibe. Moments later, you focused on him and he was concentrating on mixing together the melted caramel squares and evaporated milk together until it was combined well enough to make a thick enough caramel sauce. 

“You know, I always did like chocolate as a kid,” Buddy said as he slid the smaller bowl over toward you, “what about you? Any sweet treats you enjoyed as a kid?” He grabbed the ungreased pan from beside you and slowly started to spray the nonstick baking spray in all corners. 

You smiled and shrugged your shoulders. “Didn’t really appreciate it as a kid, I do know though, especially with desserts. Went out to a fancy dinner with the folks and they had a fondue fountain with fruits and whatnot to dunk in it. Nothing tasted better than strawberries covered in warm chocolate sauce.” 

Buddy listened intently as you described one of your favorite memories, your discovery of all fine things to do with dessert. He loved it when you talked about things you recalled back from your childhood, it was almost like he could live vicariously through you and erase his horrific memories. He took the bowl from you after you finished mixing the batter and inspected it carefully. 

“Good job, looks perfect. Wanna do the honors?” He held up the small spatula that was covered in the chocolate batter, the droplets spattering onto his hand. 

You nodded and grabbed the utensil from him, your tongue immediately licking up the layer of batter. Buddy watched you and bit his bottom lip so hard that he almost drew blood. You were oblivious until you went for the second lick and saw the fist he had resting on the prep table, your eyes darted up to meet his and you knew what he was thinking the moment your eyes met. The smile he gave you could have made you drop to the floor in an instant.

“You know, I wasn’t lying when I said there wasn’t anything to eat until you walked in,” Buddy recalled, licking the fallen batter off of his own hand while maintaining eye contact with you. His smirk, damn, that smirk he gave you only made you weak in the knees. 

“And what exactly are you implying, Buddy?” 

He set the spatula down and firmly spun you around with his hand on your shoulder, pushing you against the table as he pressed in between your legs, a concentrated look in his eyes as they peeked out at you through his curls. “Oh I think you know what I’m implying,” he growled as his hands slowly began to slide under your camp counselor shirt, the hem of your bra just above where his fingers stopped. “But that all depends on you.” He reached in and dipped his finger in the batter, licking it off painfully slowly as you watched. He gauged your reaction and knew damn well you couldn’t resist.

Without even dwelling on it, you nodded your head and quickly pulled him into a heated kiss, his lips already making you melt as his hands began to undo your jeans button. He easily lifted you from the table and onto your feet so he could properly dispose of your clothing, but then it was right back onto the prep table with you as his fingers slowly made their way in and out of you, his lips never breaking away from yours. 

With just his touch he could have you undone in minutes and Buddy knew this, but he needed to be sure you were worked up enough, he loved seeing you like this because of him. He reached over toward the bowl and dipped his two fingers inside, gathering a bit of the batter on his fingertips, and he placed them against your lips as soon as he pulled away. Fuck, this was so hot, who knew Buddy was so into this? 

Your mouth was sucking on his fingers, holding in your moans and cries that you so desperately wanted to release, but you had no intentions of getting caught by a bunch of kids or the rest of the camp staff. You focused on the chocolate as his other hand continued to pump into you, a third finger finally curling within you, your moan just a bit too loud. Buddy removed his fingers from your mouth and looked down at you, his gaze a little too mischievous for your taste. 

“If you’re too loud, you’ll get us caught, then we’ll have to stop. Surely you don’t want that?” His toe was so mocking that it just made you even more of a mess, but you pouted and nodded your head in agreement, you surely didn’t want that.

He touched your bottom lip with the fingers that had been in you, his smile growing as he watched you suck them clean without him having to say a word. The sound that came from him was almost animalistic as you kept eye contact while you finished cleaning his fingers, then he went in for another sloppy kiss. His mouth slowly began to trail down your jaw and then made its way to your breasts as he lifted your shirt, your moans a lot more silent for the moment. 

Again, his hand dipped into the bowl and smeared the batter over your breasts, watching as the liquid threatened to drip down and ruin your nice, clean bra, but his tongue was lapping it up before it did. Buddy made sure to take his time with this as he only ended up licking some of it off, the rest smearing even further across your skin. You giggled as he made it a point to suck on as much of your skin as he could before getting to the main course. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to help yourself to the mix and scooped a little from the bowl, moaning against your fingers as Buddy nipped at your sensitive flesh. He pulled away and went lower, kissing your inner thighs softly and again nipping at your skin, your cute little yelps filled the kitchen.

 You didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly but Buddy’s mouth had made it to your heat, and his tongue dragged up your slit in a slow motion, causing your legs to shake, a drew out ‘fuck’ escaped you. He was merciless as he continued to eat you out, his hands grabbing firmly at your plush thighs while he swirled his tongue around, your body jerked every so often from the sheer pleasure. The contrast of the chilled table and the warmth of his tongue was almost too much to take at once. 

Your fingers curled into his hair, gripping it ever so slightly to guide him to where you wanted to feel him. You felt the small chuckle vibrate against you and you were almost in over your head, your head was thrown back and you moaned out his name. Those fingers that ran through his curls never eased up and he had to admit that he loved when you showed him just how much you were enjoying yourself.

Buddy pulled away for a moment, licking his lips as your slick coated his chin, his eyes looking you over. “Oh I’m not done yet, but it’s okay honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs,” he muttered with a shit-eating grin. 

Before you could respond to him, he was back to pleasing you with his tongue, stopping your thoughts before you could even form them, and you couldn’t help the moan that did follow. To hell with being quiet, he was making it more than difficult to behave, but the kids were far enough away that you shouldn’t have to worry about it. The thought was far from your head within seconds as he continued to make you squirm, your mouth hanging open and your eyes rolled back, you were feeling absolute bliss. 

“Oh God, Bud-dyyyy,” you cried out, “please, just -fuck- keep going!”

You weren’t going to last much longer though and Buddy knew it, so he sped up his actions and thrust his tongue in, swirled it along your lips, sucking up your wetness that threatened to spill down your legs. He was hungry and he needed you to cum. Your grip on his hair only tightened the closer you got, your legs shaking like crazy as you whispered his name in warning, but you couldn’t even tell him. You cried out, breathless and panting as your cum coated the lower half of his face, but he didn’t mind one bit as he attempted to lick it from his lips, the rest he wiped off on one of the hand towels that was closeby. 

Buddy chuckled as he stood before you and slid his hand behind your neck, bringing you up to kiss him. You tasted yourself on him and moaned against him, his smile only widening. 

“Damn, that was-”

“Who said I was finished?” Buddy interrupted. 

You looked at him and bit your lip, wondering what else he had in store for you, but there was no waiting around with him. He already had you positioned over the table, bent and spread for him like a goddamn meal. His hand slowly slid its way down from your side to your hip, then his hand made contact with your ass as he gave it a playful but solid smack. A yelp followed by laughter; you were having way too much fun. Buddy had unbuttoned his pants and allowed himself to spring free, rubbing it against your soaked lips while one of his hands slid under your bra, grabbing your breast. 

“It’s my turn now, babe,” he whispered into your ear. 

Prodding your entrance with his hard-on, he slowly slid within you and groaned as he felt you clench around him. ‘Oh fuuuck,” he sighed. 

His hands were gripping your hips as he pushed into you, stretching you out until he was buried deep within you, just relishing in the feeling of you wrapped around him. The more he fucked you, the more labored his breath became and he was having too much of a good time feeling you beneath him, but when you pushed against him and rolled your hips it was almost too much for him. He stopped as his hands roamed along your sides, sliding down to your ass as he pushed you forward slightly, watching as he slid out of you slowly. Buddy picked up the pace again and he kept one hand on your hip while the other reached around and gently began to rub your clit, and you let out a whimper while he placed more pressure on it, causing your sounds to grow even louder.

“Bud-dyyyy, please, fuck,” you begged, your eyes fluttering as you tried your best to bite your tongue, but he was close and you could feel it. 

You didn’t know how long you two had been at it but you knew that the kids would be back pretty soon, and the thought of being caught by one of the other counselors wasn’t on your list of plans, but the very thought of it only made the tingling in your spine grow. Buddy began to grunt as he rested his chest against your back so he could fuck you as deep as he possibly could, the feeling of you clenching down on him only made him thrust harder into you. 

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warned against your ear.

His hand on your clit didn’t stop either as he mercilessly slammed into you, and within minutes, you came undone around him. You couldn’t stop the loud moan that followed your orgasm, the pleasure washing over you as you leaned fully onto the prep table to catch your breath, but thankfully Buddy followed close behind and came deep inside you, the movement of his finger against your clit slowed until he finally pulled away. You were both panting and heaving as you stood there as you allowed your high to fade, and Buddy slowly pulled out of you as he placed several kisses against your back, then fixed his pants and turned you around to help with yours, the intensity of the moment still feeling a bit high.

He looked down at you and laughed almost a little too loudly, something you hadn’t heard him really do around you. “What? What is it?” you asked in confusion, your hand instinctively wiping at your face.

Buddy shook his head through his laughter and sighed while he reached for a bit more of the brownie batter, then gently booped it onto your nose. “You got a little something on ya, Y/N,” he teased.

What both of you hadn’t expected was Sam to walk in, blissfully unaware of what just transpired moments prior, walking into the kitchen as he hummed a song and dug into the employee fridge to grab his lunch. He smiled as he saw you two and looked at your face, a large smile across his. He stepped up close to you and swiped your nose, taking some of the batter with him. 

Sam popped the batter into his mouth and chuckled lightly. “Hey Buddy, hey Y/N, ya missed a bit. I’ll see you guys later” And with that, he was gone again, getting back to his group of kids. 

You both watched as he walked out of the kitchen, completely unaware, or so you thought, and you couldn’t help but bust out into a fit of laughter with Buddy shaking his head as he wore the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. You really had been one of the luckiest people on the planet to land such a great pair of guys. 

[yuu-says]

“Give me your hand. Can you feel how my heart beats fast? This is because of you.” for misumi? 😳👉👈💫

Hhhhhhh thank you for requesting!!! Tho I haveto admit- Misumi’s slightly harder to write for than I expected /laughs/ I hopeyou enjoy none the less!!! And thank you for the wait!!! ;; 7 ;; ) /

Forsome reason, the triangle loving weirdo – as Sakyo lovingly called him – wasquiet.

Tooquiet in fact.

It all started when ________ went to the Mankaidorm to drop something off for their friend.

“Aaahh! ________-chan, good morning!!” he beamed– a wide grin on his face when he spotted the familiar (h/c) walking towardstheir dorms. The teen was quick to stand, gently taking the items stacked intheir arms as if it weighed nothing as his friend laughed.

“Good morning, Misumi! Were you talking to Tamaagain?” nodding towards the white kitten behind him, ______ grinned – hisenergy infectious just as his smile was. The actor excitedly nodded,practically bouncing with energy as he spoke.

“I was asking her if she’d seen any trianglestoday! Ne,  you wanna go triangle huntingwith me today?” with the way he was looking at them – all sparkly-eyed andexcited ( much like a puppy, they noted ) – it was hard for _______ to say no.Thankfully, they didn’t have to.

“Sure! But we’ll have to give this stuff toIzumi first, then we can go,”

“Okay!!”

And so began their adventure of looking forMisumi’s triangle.

_______ tried their best to keep up with theblue-haired teen, his energy off the charts in comparison to their own but hekept them entertained enough that it wasn’t much of a problem for the (H/c) tobe dragged around as such.

When the sun had settled on the horizon –painting the skies a decadent mixture of reds, oranges and purples, the pairalso settled themselves at a park near the station. Soft breeze blew by as thetwo ate their triangle-shaped ice cream; indulging themselves in the taste ofit and in the comfortable silence that had settled since they sat there.

“Hey (nickname)…” Misumi mumbled, breaking thesilence that _______ had since become accustomed to. Humming, the (h/c) avertedtheir gaze from the setting sun to the quiet boy next to them, taking in theway the painting in the sky decorated his skin a beautiful warm shade oforange.

Misumi was staring at his feet, playing with thestick of his finished ice-cream as his eyes glazed over with somethingunreadable to his friend. Confused, __________ reached their hand towards his,carefully taking one of his hands away from the stick he was holding; thewarmth that came from doing so snapping the blue-haired boy out of histhoughts.

A pleasant grin appeared on his face, the actornow turning his body so that he can look at them fully.

“Is something wrong…?” Misumi shook his head,the smile on his face softening just a tiny bit.

“Do you trust me?”

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” _________managed to stifle a laugh, a smile slowly forming on their face despite theirworry – his energy was contagious. The actor shook his head, a laugh escapingfrom his lips and he firmly gripped their hand, locking their fingers togetheras he looked them straight in the eye.

“Then, give me your hand,, okay?”not knowing what he was going to do, _______ could only nod – watching theirfriend curiously. With their permission now in his grasp, Misumi inhaled deeplyand exhaled slowly – steeling the nerves running through his entire body beforehe disentangled their hands. He bit the inside of his cheek, pressing the(h/c)’s hand to his chest firmly, his beating heart drumming at a faster ratethan usual.

“…Can you feel how myheart beats fast?” Misumi spoke slowly, eyes fluttering from thesight of their hand pressing against his heart to their face – gauging theirexpression. Laughing, he leaned backwards slightly – still keeping their handpressed against him as he grinned.

“Thisis because of you, ______!”

[jootsmcgoots]

Like the Sun and the Sea (Abbacchio x F!Reader) SFW

So of course the first fic that goes up during my Fanfic Writer Appreciation fic-posting spree is, well, the very first fic I wrote for this fandom.

This was my very first work for JJBA and it was based off of a match-up i got from @headoverjojo (Sorry to tag you again Tricia ^^; while i’m here tho, love ur work and all that you do!) It was my very first match-up and I still remember it extremely fondly ;w; So here we are again boys to throw the first baby back onto this blog. 

I’m not gonna repost the matchup because I abandoned my old blog due to personal and safety reasons, but the tl;dr is that I got Abbacchio and I was like “wow that’s neat I didn’t see that coming but hell yeah i’m down to clown!”

And so I wrote a fic based off of it.

I’ve written way more work since and I can see the bits of my style that I kinda miss or feel like I’ve lost in a way, but at the same time I’m proud to have come as far as I have. I don’t really write that much (as I only write on a ‘when i feel like it’ basis), but I can see where I have improved. 

More on that later. We’re here to read cute shit now.

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Rating: General

Genre: Fluff

Word count:  2194

Summary: You spend a nice quiet day at the beach with Abbacchio after everything that happened with Diavolo.

Except you’re a big dumb and your boyfriend is a big grump, so things hardly stay quiet.

Banter, fluff, and shenanigans at the beach.

AO3 Link!

The gentle crash of waves, the distant cawing of seagulls, and the wind brushing past you were some of the few noises that you registered as you sat on the beach in relative silence. You absent-mindedly drew some random doodles in the sand with your finger while you waited for Abbacchio to come back from the car with the ice box.

The two of you had decided to take some time off together and decided to spend the day at the beach. It was currently vacant, as the spot you had chosen was a little out-of-the way and not very well-known. But for the two of you, it was perfect. After all, you simply wanted a bit of quality alone time with your lover; he deserved at least that much after what he had gone through with Diavolo.

You recalled the memory with a shudder and shook your head. Pressing harder, you sketched more lines into the sand to distract yourself. Sure, the journey wasn’t pleasant for anyone involved; you’d had a few close scrapes and near brushes with death yourself. But the very thought of Abbacchio’s near-miss with the boss sent shivers down your spine. You didn’t even want to begin to think about what could have happened to him.

Thankfully, your thoughts were interrupted by the soft thump of the ice box against the sand. You looked up to see Abbacchio setting it down and rising back to his full height to survey the scenery in front of him.

“Not too heavy?” you asked, tilting your head at him. He looked back to you and scoffed at your words.

“Of course not.”

“Still, I told you I could help...” Even though you knew Abbacchio was probably the most physically fit member of the gang and could probably handle the ice box just fine, you always felt bad whenever it felt like everyone else was doing all the work.

“I can handle it by myself.” He bent to ruffle your hair a bit, to which you couldn’t help but give soft laugh. “And anyways, I don’t know how much help a little twerp like you would have been.”

“Hey now, I might be littler than you, but you know I’m stronger than I look!” You offered a confident look on your face that made Abbacchio chuckle. While you rummaged around the box for a drink, he looked down and stared at the drawings you had made in the sand.

Abbacchio raised a brow. “What are those? Is that one supposed to be me?” You mumbled out an affirmative as you took a swig from the juice bottle you had selected.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you responded, “Yeah. I was bored while I was waiting for you. See, that’s you,” you pointed at the grumpy face with long hair that pointed upwards at the ends. “Bruno, Trish, Mista, Fugo, Narancia, Giorno, and me.” You pointed to each drawing as you listed off the names, one by one.

Crouching down, he inspected the crude drawings and hummed. “Do you always do dumb little things like this when I’m away?”

You huffed at him, indignant. “They’re not stupid!”

“They’re stupid and ugly,” he shot back, egging you on.

With a short “Ha!”, you responded, “I’d like to see you do better.”

“Maybe on a proper medium.”

“Ehh? Art is art. It doesn’t matter what medium it’s on. And anyways, art is subjective! I think you’re just being an ass.”

Abbacchio just chuckled in response as he sat down next to you on the towel, staring out at the ocean. Not saying much, he chose to just enjoy this moment with you. Then he felt you plunk your head down onto his shoulder, leaning on him while you puffed your cheeks out in that adorably huffy way. He reached for your hand, which had been resting in your lap, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Abbacchio smiled to himself when you offered no resistance and in fact eagerly reciprocated the gesture, holding his hand in yours on your lap.

A moment passed before you broke the silence. “Well, it’s fine. It’s not as if my drawing skills are what…drew you to me.” Your face split into a stupid grin as you heard Abbacchio groan in exasperation.

“Ah great, here we go…” You heard him say, and you turned to see Abbacchio tilting his head backwards in annoyance.

“You’re just envious because I’m quicker on the draw when it comes to these things.” The grin on your face grew wider as you returned your gaze back to the sea. You didn’t even have to look at his face to know that he was grimacing now.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) please.”

“It’s not my fault that you’re so draw-matic about it! I’m just having fun!”

The last one earned you an even louder, even more annoyed groan. “Really?” he deadpanned, unamused. You merely flashed him a cheeky smile full of teeth and giggled as he released your hand to pinch his brow in annoyance.

Once you had come down from laughing at your own jokes, you took a breath and continued. “I swear, it’s amazing that you haven’t thrown yourself into the ocean after all of these dumb jokes,” you said with that stupid, cute sunny smile of yours. He both adored it and wanted to smack it straight off your face. “Honestly! I would have expected you to go into one of your fits by now.”

He snorted and began to stand, a wicked idea coming to him. “Why would I do that,” Abbacchio said the words slowly, and suddenly you felt his hands grabbing for you. In a swift movement, he had you hoisted into his arms as you squeaked in response to suddenly being lifted and being much higher up than you were before. “When I can just get rid of the nuisance myself?”

And with that, he began striding towards the shore with you in his arms. You kicked, struggled, and squirmed the entire way while pleading to him in-between your laughter.

“Leone! Leone, no! Don’t! Leone Abbacchio, you wouldn’t dare!”

Alas, your struggle was futile as he kept an inescapable hold on your wriggling form and your complaints fell on deaf ears as your boyfriend waded out into the shallower waters, deemed his position to be a sufficient launching point, and chucked your screaming form into the air. You soared a short distance before plummeting straight into the deeper waters with a large, satisfying splash.

Waves lapping at his shins, Abbacchio stared at where you landed in quiet amusement while you emerged from the water, splashing and gasping for air. Even then, you couldn’t help but give him an incredulous laugh. “What was that for?” You shouted from the waves. He huffed, calling back, “You know damn well what it was for.”

You pouted and made a whining noise. “That’s mean! What if I drowned or something? That would be on your conscience forever, you know.”

Abbacchio merely shook his head at you, a grin of his own forming on his lips. “Well, at least if you drowned, I would never have to deal with your stupid jokes ever again,” he teased. You feigned shock and hurt with a dramatic gasp.

“Yeah? Well, I’d just come back as a ghost and then you’d never ever be free of me.” You wiggled your fingers in a way that was meant to be spooky or creepy. “I would do nothing but whisper puns into your ear all night.”

“Then I would just ignore you and pretend that I never noticed you. Then you would be left haunting me the rest of my life, but would feel alone for the entirety of it.”

“Whaaat!” You drew out the word. “You’re such a mean boyfriend.”

He threw you a somewhat smug look. “Am I?”

You pouted and idly splashed around in the deeper parts of the water for a bit before a dumb idea surfaced in your mind. “Okay, let’s test it then!” you proclaimed in a cheery voice, and put on the highest, cutesiest voice you could muster.

“Oh no, Weone! Pwease hewp me! I’m dwowning!”

You could see Abbacchio tense up in annoyance in response to your antics. It was subtle, but you could see his lips flatten into an expression of irritation. You knew he hated that joke, but you pressed on.

“Pwease Mr. Abbacchio! Pwease hewp! I’m dwowning!” You couldn’t hold back your giggles anymore as you kept pleading to him in an obnoxious, sing-songy voice. “W-Weone! Weone, I’m dwowning! The water is wising! Ub-bwub-gwub! I won’t wast wong!” At this point, your words started to peter out as you had fallen into full-blown peals of laughter that filled the sky as you struggled to keep your eyes open from the tears forming in them.

Which is probably why you hadn’t noticed Abbacchio wading out farther and farther into the water where you were until you noticed your surroundings getting darker and felt him firmly grasp the back of your head. He held you there for a moment, and, without missing a beat, you threw him a sultry look and commented, “Oh. I wasn’t aware you were into…underwater sports.”

Abbacchio scowled slightly at you, muttering, “Ugh, (Y/N), you immature, little…” You could see his brow crinkle further in annoyance as you tittered in sheer amusement at your own dumb joke. Before you could make an inappropriate joke about regular “watersports”, you felt your head being forced downwards. His annoyed expression was the last thing you saw before Abbacchio roughly dunked your face into the water and held you underwater for a moment, watching the bubbles rise up to the surface. After a second, he raised your head up from the water, gave you another second to breathe, and then dunked you once more.

“Aughh--!” SPLOOSH!

“Leo--!” SPLOOSH!

“Come on---!” SPLOOSH!

“It was just---!” SPLOOSH!

“A joke!” SPLOOSH!

Once you had ceased all talking and were reduced to coughing, sputtering, and the occasional giggle, Abbacchio released his grip on your head and settled his hand on your shoulder as you leaned up against him. You were still giggling from your own shenanigans, as well as the sudden rush of playful (albeit somewhat rough) actions from your boyfriend.

He sighed out, “You really are a silly idiot. What am I going to do with you?” Despite the bite in the words themselves, you heard the teasing and loving tones in his voice and smiled to yourself.

You peered up at him, slicking back some of the hair that was covering your eyes. “Apparently you’ll throw me into the ocean like some sort of cursed object, and then dunk me in the water several times. What kind of boyfriend does that? Do I look like a Lebowski? Do you want me to tell you where the money is?” you quipped with an impudent grin that only grew wider when you saw his expression crack into a grin of his own as he shook his head at you once more.

Then you felt the hand on your shoulder dip lower to your back as Abbacchio pushed you close to him, pulling his arms around you into a hug. You shuddered as a pleasant warmth enveloped you, contrasting against the cool water you two were standing in.

“Hmm? Haha, Leone…” you breathed out. “What’s this all about?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Pffft. To you, everything I say is stupid. So I get to say damn well what I please.”

“Hmm.” He seemed to ponder your statement. “That sounds about right. So, fair enough.”

“You asshole.”

During your exchange of words, you had wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly in a hug of your own.

“Hey, Leone?”

“Hm?”

“I love you. I really do. I’m glad that you’re here.” Your grip on him had grown tighter at these words.

Abbacchio closed his eyes for a moment, committing the feeling of your arms around him to his memory. In those seconds where you two just held each other in silence, the water splashing against him gently, he began to think to himself. After everything that had happened, he was glad to be able to spend this time with you like this, to be able to listen to your silly jokes, to be able to just banter and tease each other like this, to see the corners of your eyes crinkle with mirth and your lips turn upwards into an unashamed, jubilant smile that would give way to a laugh that would cause his heart to flutter and threaten to cause his lips to pull into a small smile of his own (no matter how unamused his reaction seemed to be).

You were a stupid little fool, bright and brilliant. And you loved him.

He hummed affirmatively in response.

His voice came out as a low rumble that you could feel emanating from his chest. “I love you too.” And his heart blossomed with warmth when he opened his eyes to see you smiling widely at him, for him. 

[searchingwardrobes]

Someone to Watch Over Me: 12/26

 I originally planned for this to take place over the course of three chapters, but it just didn’t feel right to break it up, so I kept going. Does that make up for taking a month to update?

The part with Killian and Martha in this is based on something my husband does with our little girl. It started when she was two or three and he called her a “silly goose.” Since she was at that age where kids take everything literally, she stomped her little foot, crossed her arms, tipped her chin, and shouted with indignation, “I am not a goose.” Now it’s become a thing they do even those she’s seven and knows what the expression means. I wish you could see and hear my daughter do it because she is tiny for her age and has this high, squeaky voice, and it’s just adorable!

Summary: Emma Swan is ten when she first sees the pair of bright blue eyes watching her from the cracked door of the wardrobe. She thinks it was just an imaginary friend, until she sees those eyes again at 16 and 23.

Rating: T

Trigger Warning: attempted rape and violence in chapter two

Words in this chapter: 2,600 and some change

Can also be read on Ao3

Tagging: @snowbellewells @kmomof4 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @jennjenn615 @bethacaciakay @teamhook @thislassishooked @kday426 @snidgetsafan @delirious-latenight-laughs @winterbaby89 @vvbooklady1256 @mythologicalmango @shireness-says @let-it-raines

 Chapter Twelve: The Man She Thinks of With Regret

 “Neal,” Emma says, voice as calm and low as she can make it, “why don’t we meet you this afternoon at Granny’s? I need to talk to him.”

“If you’d told me about him years ago, this wouldn’t be an issue!” Neal hisses back.

Emma bites the inside of her cheek. She hadn’t seen it when she was young and blinded by love, but Neal had always been this way. If a scam went south, it had always been her fault. But she was older and wiser now.

“You didn’t exactly leave a number when you took off for Canada,” she reminds him, “or wherever the hell you went.”

She feels Henry get up from the bench behind her, and she tenses. She pleads silently with her eyes for Neal to keep his mouth shut, but he’s too busy rolling his own to notice.

“That again? I did what I had to do, and you could’ve tried at least. Or where you ever going to tell me?”

“I waited two years for you in Tallahassee!”

He gives her a look of utter confusion, and Emma hates to admit how much it still hurts. “Tallahassee?”

“You don’t even remember, do you?”

“Um,” Henry pipes up at her elbow, “my bus is here, so . . . “

Emma feels relief flood through her, but it’s short lived when Neal reaches out his hand and claps it on Henry’s shoulder.

“Please, kid, wait.”

Henry turns slowly, warily. Emma puts up her hand, attempts to intervene, but Neal turns on her.

“Let me tell him!”

“Don’t yell at her!” Henry shouts, to Emma’s complete surprise.

“I don’t know what she told you,” Neal continues, even though Henry has shaken free from his grip, “but I’m not a bad guy. I . . . I didn’t know about you.”

Henry looks at Emma now with wide, almost fearful eyes. “What’s he talking about?”

“Henry - “ she begins, but Neal cuts her off.

“I’m your father.”

Henry shakes his head, backing away from both of them. “No. No! My father is dead.”

“No, Henry, I’m alive,” Neal says, patting his chest with his hand, “and I want to get to know you.”

Henry hesitantly looks Neal up and down, then turns to Emma again. “Is it true? Is he my dad?”

Emma lowers her head and whispers, “Yes.”

She glances up tentatively to see Henry’s face red and his lower lip trembling. “You lied to me? How could you?”

“I was only trying to protect you,” Emma explains, and she wishes so badly she could turn back time and change things.

“I’m so tired of people telling me that!” Henry shouts. “That’s what my mom always says about her lies, too. You’re just like her!”

Emma recoils at his tone and his words, and her heart plummets. Then Henry turns and runs in the opposite direction from the school bus, and she suspects from her son’s hunched and shaking shoulders that he’s crying.

“See what a mess you made of everything?” Neal shouts.

Emma whirls on him, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Me? I told you to wait. I told you to let me tell him. But oh no, you had to do it your way.” Boldness sweeps over her, and she steps closer to him, shoving him firmly with both palms to his chest. “I’m not a teenager anymore! I won’t let you bully or manipulate me into doing everything your way!”

“What the hell are you screaming about it?”

Emma rolls her eyes. “You are the most dense man I have had the mispleasure to share a bed with.”

“Oh God, you’re talking like him now too?”

“This isn’t about my husband.”

“Hook you mean? He’s not husband material, I hate to break it to you.”

“You know nothing about Killian, and I’m more concerned about my son right now than your wounded ego.” With that, she starts walking as fast as her pregnant figure will allow down the sidewalk. She winces and rubs at that same spot right below her ribcage. This kid seems to love to camp out right in that spot. Her back aches a little, too, and it suddenly occurs to her that she’s in the first week of her third trimester. Neal really picked the perfect time to come crashing back into her life.

“Hey, wait up,” Neal says as he catches up to her. She doesn’t slow down or turn to look at him, so he’s forced to talk and speed walk at the same time. “Look, I didn’t mean to upset him, okay? What do you say we call a truce for Henry’s sake?”

Emma stops and turns to face him. “Look, Neal, this whole situation is delicate. He’s just met me only to find out that I had another kid and am pregnant with a third. The woman who raised him is the Evil Queen who, as you can imagine, doesn’t like me very much. Henry’s already caught in the middle of that, and I don’t want him pulled in yet another direction.”

“So what are you saying?”

“Now that you’ve shown up, I would never in a million years try to keep Henry from you. He deserves to get to know his father. See, that’s just the thing, when you have a kid, it isn’t about you anymore. It’s the whole reason I gave him up to begin with. So if this thing is going to work, you have to make it about Henry, Neal. Not you. Not us. Not the past. Just Henry and what’s best for him. Got it?”

Neal blinks, and Emma realizes that she has a power now she didn’t at eighteen – she can make Neal Cassidy squirm. She bites the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling. Neal nods, lowering his gaze in an almost humble gesture.

“Okay. I’ll shut up about the past, about Hook, everything. I’ll just focus on getting to know Henry.”

Emma lets out a long, relieved breath. “Good.”

“So where do we find him? Cause I really don’t wanna face the Evil Queen if we lost him.”

Emma manages a half smile at his joke. “Probably at his castle.”

“He has a castle?”

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Emma watches nervously from the swings a few feet away from Henry’s castle. She idly pushes herself back and forth gently with her foot, which is the most movement her shifted equilibrium can handle. Neal is sitting next to Henry in the same spot Emma did just a few days ago. She hopes he really listened and isn’t throwing Emma under the bus to their son. Their son – it seems so weird to say.

Neal nudges Henry in the shoulder, and the boy smiles. Then he glances Emma’s way, and her heart stutters in her chest. He hops down from the castle and heads her way, Neal hanging back a short distance behind him. Emma rises from the swing, her nerves a hard knot in her throat.

“Neal - I mean my dad,” Henry’s brow furrows as he trips over the words.

“Hey,” Emma quickly assures, “you get to decide what to call us and when, okay?”

Henry nods. “He . . . um, told me that you didn’t know where he was.”

Emma sinks down to his level, even though her lower back protests the movement. She really hopes she can get back up again.

“I honestly never thought I would see him again,” Emma tells him, “but that doesn’t excuse the lie I told you. I should have told you the truth. I just . . . I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Henry manages a tiny smile. “A lot of stuff is changing.”

She gives a wry chuckle in reply. “Yeah, that’s the truth.”

“I guess I thought, when the curse broke, we would all be I the Enchanted Forest, and life would be . . . it would be . . . “

“A fairy tale?”

Henry’s shoulders slump. “Yeah.”

Emma manages to stand upright again, wincing as her hips pop. Her face must look more contorted than she thought, because not only does Henry ask worriedly if she’s okay, but Neal rushes over.

“Uh, you’re not about to pop this thing out are you?”

Emma glowers at her ex. “No, I’m not a toaster, Neal.”

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“He asked if you were going to pop?” Killian chuckles with one eyebrow raised.

Emma narrows her eyes at him as she grabs a pair of dark wash jeans from the display in front of her. She cocks her head at her husband as she holds them up, trying to remember his measurements from the last time they saw a tailor. She makes her best guess and shoves them into his arms.

“I honestly didn’t remember him being so . . . so . . . “ she lets her words trail off when she remembers, once again, that Killian knew Neal in another life.

“Don’t mince words with me now, Swan,” he teases, though the gentle way he brushes her hair from her face communicates how much he means the words.

“Okay . . . I didn’t remember him . . . having such a small vocabulary,” she finishes lamely.

Killian laughs freely as he presses a kiss to her cheek. “Or perhaps you’ve just grown used to my sesquipedalian ways.”

“Seriously?” Emma snorts. “How long have you been waiting for an excuse to pull that one out?”

He waggles his eyebrows at her, and she rolls her eyes. She grabs his hook, and pulls him to the other side of the store where the jackets are. She finds two black leather jackets: one a simple motorcycle style, and the other with multiple zippers.

“What are those ridiculous baubles, love?” he asks, fiddling with one of the zipper tabs.

“Motorcycle jacket it is then.”

Soon she has Killian behind the curtain of the small clothing store’s only dressing room. She can see his bare feet peeking from the bottom as he peels off his leather pants. A bit of his dark hair is visible over the top. She bites her lip as she watches his billowy black shirt come up over his head and then hit the floor. She would really, really like to be assisting him, but she has a feeling it would lead to things that aren’t appropriate behind a tiny curtain in a local, small town clothing store.

“You sure your parents have everything under control?” Killian asks, his voice slightly muffled.

“It isn’t like Martha’s never been on a horse before, babe.”

“I know, but your father doesn’t exactly have practice with a three year old little girl.” Killian peeks over the curtain with an apology in his blue eyes. “Not that I would ever say such a thing to him, considering . . . “

Emma waves her hand at him. “I know you wouldn’t. Honestly, that’s why I want them to get plenty of time with her. It’s not the same, but . . . “

“I know they are cherishing every moment, love.”

Emma should be listening to Killian’s encouraging words, but instead she’s standing there with her mouth hanging open. She might be drooling, actually. He’s pulled the curtain aside, and she’s gotta say . . .

“This is a good look on you,” she tells him huskily as she comes closer and wraps her arms around his waist.

“Really?” he asks with that slight hitch to his voice he never reveals to anyone but her. The one that gives away his insecurity.

“Oh, yes,” she says, sliding her hands up the front of his chest. Her fingers skim the deep crimson vest to rest at the opened buttons of his navy-blue shirt.

Killian looks down hesitantly where her fingers are stroking his chest hair. “I notice most men of this realm don’t leave quite so many buttons undone. Perhaps I should -”

Emma silences him with a press of two fingers to his lips. “Don’t you dare even suggest such a thing, pirate.”

He grins broadly at her, then swipes his tongue salaciously across his bottom lip. “Feel that passionately about it, do you?”

She nods, batting her lashes playfully. “I do. Would you like for me to show you just how passionate I feel about it?”

The moment is shattered by a high-pitched squeal as the bell over the shop door chimes. Emma groans as she drops her head to Killian’s chest, and she feels his chuckle beneath her.

“Later,” he whispers huskily in her ear as he turns to greet their daughter. David is following behind Martha, a smile brightening his face.

“Papa!” Martha cries, looking her father up and down in surprise. “You look diff’ent.”

Killian feigns ignorance. “Do I?” He pats his chest and looks himself up and down in exaggerated confusion.

Martha giggles. “Your coat is short now.”

He swings her up to even louder squeals. “Is it?”

“Yes,” she laughs as he settles her on his hip. She turns suddenly serious, however, and cups her father’s face in her small hands. “Papa not a pirate ‘nymore?”

“Of course, I’m a pirate,” Killian tells her firmly with a wide grin. “Who says pirates have to wear long coats, silly goose?”

“I am not a goose!” Martha protests, an equally wide grin adorning her face. This is an old bit.

“Not a goose? Okay, a duckling then?”

“No, Papa!”

Killian glances over at Emma with a fond smile. “Oh, I see, your mother is a Swan, so you must be a . . . “

“Cygnet!” Martha crows, and Killian responds with a shower of kisses to her cheeks.

David clears his throat nearby, and the three of them turn his way. Emma is startled to see tears shining in his eyes. “Um, Mary Margaret is waiting at the diner.”

“Oh, right!” Emma quickly says, yanking at the tags on the clothes Killian just changed into. “Let me just, um . . . pay for this. Babe, you wanna take her on over? She’s probably starving.”

“Aye, love,” he tells her, leaning over to brush a chaste kiss to her lips, “and get me a few more pairs of these . . . what are they called?”

“Jeans,” she smiles fondly, “and I’ll get several of the shirts too.”

Killian nods and turns to leave with Martha still in his arms. Emma’s surprised when her father lingers. She tilts her head at David.

“Are you okay?”

He shocks her further when he pulls her into his arms, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head. “We missed so much with you,” he says in a choked voice. “I didn’t get to be . . . your Papa.”

Emma chokes back a sob of her own. She tries to think of something to say, but all she can do is let him hold her.

[imagine-loki]

Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 33/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody

RATING: T (so far)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

     As promised, a few hours later you were disturbed by a pair of maids coming into Loki’s suite. You jolted awake at the intrusion and it was obvious that your instincts had been affected by Odin’s treatment and the fact that you were still in this realm when your instinct was to jolt awake with blades in your hands. You didn’t know where the daggers had come from nor did you care. All you cared about what intruders when you were sleeping and helpless.

    Loki grabbed the daggers from your hands and vanished them. “Easy, darling, it’s just the maids. They’re here to help you,” he told you gently. You heard the heartbreak in his voice that his little non-fighter of a vampire was drawing daggers on the maids.

    “Maids?” you asked him softly, confused, but let him take the blades. You weren’t used to such things and while you didn’t trust Asgard, you loved and trusted Loki, so if he said it was safe, it had to be.

    He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Yes, darling, maids. Welcome to life as a noble on Asgard,” he teased as he got up to let the maids in.

    “I’m not a noble!” you protested, feeling and sounding much more like your normal self. You got up too, shakier than you’d like, but managed to keep your feet under you.

    “Yes, but you are being courted by one of the princes of Asgard,” he reminded you with a smirk as he looked back over at you. He saw your unsteady wobbly legs and wrapped an arm around you, supporting you. “Steady, darling,” he told you with concern in his voice. He didn’t like at all that you were this weak.

    “I’m fine,” you reassured your worried Loki quickly. You were at least fed and rested enough to get to your feet and stay there. It was better than you had been. Loki didn’t look reassured, though.

    The maids entered and Loki’s summons. “Your highness? The Allmother sent us to help your lady,” the elder of the two women said a touch too politely, a bit nervously. Loki was known for his short temper, though you thought he was usually polite with the maids. It was then you saw that his short temper was plastered on his face. He was on edge with you in this state and you could see that he didn’t think you were safe, not when you’d been abducted and brought here by the Allfather who was supposed to care for the people.

    You saw his effort to soften his expression to polite instead of hostile. “Very well. Get to it, then,” he told them a bit stiffly, but as politely as he could manage.

    /Loki~/ you whined at him. You didn’t want to deal with maids. Even more, you didn’t want to be separated from him. It wasn’t safe here in this stupid realm. You were thin and frail, though and the maids easily whisked you off to the bath.

    Loki sighed and heavily returned to sitting on his bed. He was worried over how weak and frail you were and extraordinarily pissed at Odin for doing this to you. He hated that you weren’t safe in Asgard, in his home. You should have been safe. Being courted by him should have granted you safety from any threat on Asgard since an attack on his love was an attack on him. All he wanted to do was get you back to the tower under guard and come back to beat the shit out of Odin, but he didn’t think you could handle travelling by Bifrost in your state.

    “How is she?” Thor asked from the doorway to Loki’s bedroom. “Don’t worry, my friends are fed, drunk, and happy without me for a little while,” he reassured Loki quickly.

    “I thought you hated Y/N for the fact that she needs blood to survive,” Loki growled coldly at him. He hadn’t forgotten Thor’s outburst earlier.

    Thor huffed. “No, I do not hate Lady Y/N. She’s like a little sister to me. I was just… frightened earlier. She took more of your blood than she should have, than was good for you. I was frightened for you to see you so weakened and she very well may have killed you had I not stopped her,” Thor explained softly, gently.

    “She wasn’t coherent enough to know what she was doing. We should have realized… I’m just so used to her having such impeccable control that I hadn’t even thought that she might not be coherent enough to know when to stop,” he seemed relieved that Thor didn’t hate you. He relaxed and looked up at Thor. “To answer your question: she’s doing better since she fed, got some food in her, and gotten some rest. She’s still weak and frail and I don’t trust her to be able to handle travelling by Bifrost in this state,” he admitted. “I just want to get her back to Midgard and safety so I can come beat some sense into the Allfather for this injustice,” he sighed heavily. “I don’t think it’s going to be safe for her to travel until she’s fed again…” he was clearly trying to figure out how to convince you to take his blood now that you were coherent enough to argue.

    “Absolutely not,” Thor protested firmly. Loki opened his mouth to protest that you needed more blood, desperately. “You’re in no shape to donate more to her. She already took too much from you,” he told Loki, who growled in reply, knowing that Thor was right and hating it. “What about animal blood? I can get the Warriors Three sober enough to go on a hunt,” Thor suggested.

    Loki shook his head. “Animal blood can sustain her when she’s at full strength or restore her when she’s close to it, but she’s far too weak for animal blood to do her any good. You saw how much she had taken of my blood and mine is full of magic, plus Asgardian and stronger than human blood.” He’d wheedled a lot of information about vampires out of you over the near year that you’d known him. “So I have to give her mine. I need to get her home. I don’t trust her to be safe here. Not when it was the Allfather who put her in this state in the first place…” Loki said with tears in his eyes.

    “No,” Thor repeated firmly. “You cannot-” Loki opened his mouth to protest and Thor cut him off. “I will instead,”

    Loki looked downright shocked at that. “You would do that for her?” He asked Thor, touched since Thor always seemed to hate that you needed blood to survive.

    Thor inclined his head. “I will,” he told Loki. “I trust her and she’s like a sister to me and I wish to get her strength up as soon as possible as well. We will all feel safer when she is back on Midgard,”

    As he was talking, the maids led you back out of the bathing room after a battle consisting of you insisting that you could do things for yourself and them not listening to you and insisting on helping you bathe. You’d lost the battle for which you were deeply ashamed. Especially since they’d been so polite about it.  The maids looked relieved to turn you back over to Loki to let him deal with you. You may have been a bit stubborn with them.

    Just a bit.

    The maids had dressed you in an Asgardian style nightdress which would normally be flattering, but now had just painfully displayed just how thin and frail you’d become.

    Loki rushed over and wrapped his arms around you to support you while Thor stepped back to give you the illusion of privacy. The maids fled, their jobs done and looked relieved to flee. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, darling?” he asked you trying to be his warm jovial self.

    You stuck your tongue out and made a face. “The maids were horrid. They tried to insist that I can’t bathe myself,” you grumbled at him. “I don’t know how you deal with the feather-brained maids…but getting clean was nice,” you admitted softly.

    Loki seemed to look over your form then when he saw what you were wearing. His expression turned sorrowful. “Oh, darling,” he said mournfully when he finally got a good look at you.

    “What, Lokes?” you asked him softly, though you knew. You knew you looked bad. You knew it was awful when you could barely stand on your own.

    “I’m so sorry for what Odin did to you,” he told you softly, tightening his hug, though that just upset him when he could feel how thin you were.

    “It’s not your fault,” you reminded him, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest.

    “Still, no one deserves this, least of all you, my darling,” Loki told you softly, his voice still mournful. Thor cleared his throat from the corner of the room where he was standing. Loki nodded to acknowledge his brother and sighed, turning his attention back to you. “Darling, we need to get your strength up so we can get you home. It’s too dangerous for you to travel by Bifrost in this state,” he indicated the fact that you were leaning on him. You were already weak and tired again and had barely been out of bed. “You need to feed,” he told you gently, knowing what your response would be.

    “Loki, no, I can’t take more blood from you,” you told him softly, but forcefully.

    “Not from Loki, from me,” Thor told you and stepped over.

    “No!” you protested, horrified at the idea. You couldn’t take blood from the vein. You couldn’t take Thor’s blood. You glanced between the two boys and saw that they were both in on this plan.

    Thor came over to you and placed his big warm hands on your shoulders, turning you from Loki so you had to look up at him. “I trust you, little sister, and we both want you well enough to take you home,” he told you gently. “It will not harm me, not when you have recovered this much already, but you are still in such desperate need, so please, take what is being offered freely,” he added softly.

    You should have fought him, but he was right and you wanted to go home where you could feel safe again. It was safe with Thor and Loki, but they couldn’t fight against the king, against their father, to guarantee your safety. So against your better judgment, you nodded. “You’re sure?” you asked Thor.

    “Freely given, freely taken,” he replied. Damnit, had everyone learned that stupid phrase?

    You sighed, steeling yourself and nodded again. Thor reached up to his collar to expose his neck. You shook your head. You weren’t taking blood from his neck with your boyfriend in the room. That would put you in way closer of contact than any of you would be comfortable with. Also you weren’t going to take enough for him to get weak in the knees, so you could do this in a way that you would all be as comfortable with the situation as possible.

    You took Thor’s hand and moved to sit on the edge of Loki’s bed. “Lady?” Thor asked, confused when you stopped him from joining you on the bed.

    “Taking blood from the wrist works just as well and won’t have me sitting on Thor’s lap to reach his neck,” you told them both a little bluntly. You were flustered and embarrassed to be doing this at all, but you were also weak, frail, and exhausted and just wanted to go home. This was the only way to get what you wanted.

    “It’s alright, darling, do what you need to,” Loki told you gently. He was worried and hated that he couldn’t offer you what you needed. You could see it in his face and he hated that he had to let Thor help with this. He came up to stand next to you and touched your shoulder, reassuring both of you with the simple touch.. You nodded and moved to take Thor’s left arm. He took his gauntlet off for you and you gave him a small smile at his courtesy.

    “Thank you,” you told him softly, and not just for his courtesy.

    “We want you well, little sister,” he told you softly, and you heard the slight urging for you to get this over with. You hated it, but concentrated for just a moment and felt your fangs extend. You flipped his wrist over and lifted it to your mouth. You wouldn’t look at either of them as your fangs sank into his flesh and you tried not to react to how amazing his hot blood tasted, and it was like lightning ran through his veins. You drank more than you would from a human, but you were careful, so very careful not to hurt him. You could have taken a lot more when you stopped, but you were being careful, so you licked the wounds healed and dropped Thor’s wrist.

    “Are you alright?” you asked him, concerned, but feeling more human than you had since you were taken.

    He nodded and kissed the top of your head. “Just fine. Loki is correct, a little bloodloss will not harm us, and you are looking much better already,” Thor told you warmly. You stood and hugged him, purring at his warmth.

    “Thank you,” you told him softly with a yawn. While you were feeling better, there was still a long way to go before you felt well. Both of the boys knew it too. Thor extricated himself gently from your arms and Loki was herding you back to bed.

    “Rest for a couple more hours, then we’ll get you something to eat and head home, alright, darling?” Loki asked you gently. You nodded and let him tuck you back into bed.

    “I’ll go entertain my friends so they leave you alone,” Thor reassured you both and left again.

    Loki nodded to him in acknowledgement and stroked your hair gently. He looked relieved. “You’re looking so much better darling. Rest for a little longer and we can get you home,” he told you warmly.

    “Love you, noodle,” you told him and closed your eyes.

    “I love you too, kitten,” he replied and kissed your forehead.

    *

    A couple hours and a couple of sandwiches later: “We should return to Midgard soon, love. Our friends are very worried about you and I’m sure you’re stable enough now to travel,” Loki told you warmly. He was so relieved that you were doing better.

    You nodded, relieved that you could go home. You looked at your nightdress and decided that it wasn’t an appropriate outfit for wandering the palace and used magic to summon the black and green dress Loki had give you on your last visit. “Did Stark blow a gasket?” you asked him over his grumbles that you should be preserving your strength and not using magic right now.

    “Not Stark, Lady Natasha,” he corrected looking exasperated at whatever Nat had put him through.

    “Nat? She never loses her cool,” you reminded him, impressed that it would be Nat who lost it over you being gone.

    “She seems to have grown rather attached to you, kitten. I thought she was going to try to kill me just because you hadn’t walked back into the compound after we left,”

    You sighed in exasperation at Nat and shook your head. “You seemed to have survived her wrath,” you told him warmly.

    “Barely. However, I would like to get you back to Midgard to reassure our friends,” he didn’t add the part where he wanted to get you away from Odin as soon as possible. “So we’ll go collect Thor then we can drag him with us to bid our farewells to Mother and go home,”

    “Sounds like a plan,” you told him warmly and took the arm he offered so you could walk with him to wherever Thor was. “Any idea where he’s hiding?” you asked. The palace was huge and you didn’t want to spend forever hunting down a wayward Thor.

    “He is probably still keeping his friends away from us. Mother set him the task of keeping them in line,” Loki explained and led you toward the morons’ lair.

    You sighed and rolled “Great,” you grumbled, not up to dealing with their nonsense. “How many bets they’re gonna try to get us drunk?” you asked him, trying to lighten the mood, though your hand was gripping his arm too tightly. Your unease in the palace was understandable given everything you’d been through on Asgard, but you still didn’t want Loki worrying more than he had to.

    Loki smirked in reply. “I am not betting anything because that is most definitely what they are going to try to do,”

    You sighed even more heavily. “Joy…” you grumbled. “Stab them yourself this time, ok? I’m too tired to do it for you,” you told him, exasperated with Thor’s idiot friends before you even saw them again.

    Loki laughed. “I plan to. Besides, you should not do any more magic while we are here. Or get drunk at all…” he added as an afterthought. Though you were of age. You didn’t feel like getting drunk anyway. It didn’t sound like fun right now. You wanted to go home.

    “Agreed…. though I don’t actually know if I can get drunk. I really don’t feel like finding out today,” you couldn’t help cringing and holding on tighter to Loki’s arm when you passed any of the guards. Loki pretended not to notice, but you saw him stiffen and saw his temper sharpen every time you cringed. He hated that you were afraid and there was nothing he could do to ease your fear until he got you home.

    “Agreed. You are in no state to find out right now,” he told you, trying to keep the conversation light. You reached the lair of the morons and Loki moved to stand in front of you as he entered the room. He had moved into position to protect you from the morons. “Brother, we should be heading back to Midgard,” he announced when he entered the room, before the morons could start pestering the pair of you.

    Thor looked over from his conversation with his friends at the interruption. The warrior boys looked too excited to see Loki and proceed to haul you both into the room with the usual mugs of ale pressed into your hands. “Has it been that long already?” Thor asked with a sigh, clearly hoping for more time to visit with his friends before he’d had to head back to Midgard with you.

    Loki grabbed the mug of ale out of your hand and vanished both your and his. “It has,” Loki agreed, though knew as much as he didn’t care for Thor’s friends, Thor missed them. “And we really must return. The team is worried about my lady and I’m sure they would like see for themselves that she is alright,”

    Thor sighed and stood “You could not have told me that before Mother sent me down here?” he teased. He’d volunteered to come back down here anyway, but teasing Loki was a favorite pastime.

    The Warriors Three started protested that you and Loki needed to stay and hang out with them. They insisted quite loudly that they needed to get to know the lady the reserved prince actually liked. You weren’t sure if they were too drunk to realize that you’d been brought here against your will or to remember all the horrible things Odin said about you last time you were here. Or if they were just that dumb. Or maybe Thor had told them to act normal.

    Loki completely ignored the Warriors Three. “Where would be the fun in that?” Loki asked Thor with a smirk. You relaxed at their typical bantering.

    “The fun would be where I do not have to travel by Bifrost while intoxicated,” Thor replied grumpily, and proceeded to down the rest of his mug of ale anyway. That wasn’t going to help him not travel by Bifrost drunk. He clapped Fandral on the shoulder and steered him away from trying to sneak past Loki to bother you. You were still half-hidden behind Loki, watching the scene from safety. “Leave her be,” Thor told Fandral firmly and pushed him back onto his own couch. He turned to you and Loki “Come along, children, we had best go track down Mother,” he told you both warmly.

    Loki growled predictably. “I am not a child!” He protested as he followed Thor out of the room, leading you out with him.

    “Kid brother and his girlfriend? Especially the annoying ball of sunshine that is your lady? Children,” Thor teased as you took a couple hurried steps to catch up with Loki’s longer stride. “So where is Mother?” Thor asked Loki when you were a few steps outside of the morons’ lair. He thought Loki was a mama’s boy and seemed to always know where his mama was.

    “I believe she may still be with Father,” Loki replied with a glint in his eyes.

    Thor sighed. “Great, just what I wanted to do today. Are you sure we can’t just wait until tomorrow to return to Midgard? Interrupting Mother beating up Father does not sound like an enjoyable activity for the day, nor something we should get involved with,” he reminded Loki quite logically in his opinion.

    Loki smirked mischievously, and a bit maliciously. “I may actually be hoping their conversation has not ended. I would very much like the opportunity to give the Allfather a piece of my mind as well,”

    Thor sighed more heavily. “You should have left your lady somewhere safe if that was your plan, Brother,” he told Loki. He didn’t want you anywhere near Odin.

    Loki thought about that for a moment and seemed to agree with Thor that he didn’t want you anywhere near Odin, for which you were grateful. He turned to address you properly. “Would you be willing to stay with my brother while I help Mother teach the Allfather a lesson?” he asked you gently. He wanted to face down Odin for this, but also wanted to make sure you were safe and felt safe without him.

    Thor glared at him. “I am not letting you face Father alone, even with Mother as backup. Your position out of the dungeons is precarious enough. None of us wish to risk it. Your lady can stay with Sif. She is babysitting the ninnies in the healing wing while Mother is dealing with Father,” Thor suggested instead. He knew he couldn’t talk Loki out of facing down Odin, but between himself and Frigga, they should be able to keep Loki from doing something stupid enough to get his parole to Midgard revoked.

    Loki nodded, accepting Thor’s words and trusting the goddess of war with your safety. She was also the only one of Thor’s friends that he could stand “Would you be alright with that, darling? I’m sure you and Lady Sif will get along well. She is also the goddess of war and I trust her with your safety,” he added. It was high praise indeed for Loki to tell you that he trusted her.

    You could see it was important to Loki that he go confront Odin and you didn’t blame him for it. You would go beat the shit out of Odin yourself if you were remotely in the shape for it, but since you were barely on your feet after two Asgardian blood donations, you weren’t in much shape to do anything besides go home. “That’s fine, Lokes,” you told him softly. You weren’t pleased with this plan, but if he trusted Sif it would be ok, especially since he was going with Thor.

    “Luckily the healers are close,” Thor told you and led the way the short distance to the healing wing.

    Sif looked over form her babysitting when they come in. “Your Mother isn’t back yet,” she informed the boys, assuming they were looking for Frigga. It was a safe assumption, if partially wrong in this case.

    “We know,” Loki told Sif. “We were hoping you would do us a favor,” he told her looking at her seriously. Sif nodded. She would do whatever favor the boys needed her to. “I’m trusting my lady in your care while Thor and I deal with a personal matter,” he explained, his tone was absolutely serious.

    “What’s one more charge to babysit?” she teased, but Loki’s expression turned even more serious and into a scowl. Her expression turns serious too, showing her strength and warrior’s soul. “Your lady is safe with me,” she told Loki firmly, reassuringly.

    “Thank you, Sif,” Loki told her, gratitude apparent in his voice. He turned to you and kissed your forehead. “Don’t fret. You’re perfectly safe with Lady Sif,” he reassured you and pressed another kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be back soon, dearheart,” he bid you and leaned down to kiss you softly.

    Thor turned to Sif. “Don’t let her get bored. She will be upgrading all of the equipment in here again if you do,” he warned her warmly. Sif groaned at getting another troublesome charge to babysit, already plotting on how to keep you from getting bored while you waited for the boys to return.

    You ignored them and stood up on your toes to steal a kiss from Loki. “I love you,” you told him softly. You weren’t happy he was going off to potential danger without you, but you accepted that this was something he needed to do.

    “And I you, my darling,” Loki told you warmly. He kissed the top of your head before he and Thor left the healing wing. Leaving you and your apprehension with Lady Sif.

[marmolita]

belonging, ch1 (kink week day 1)

Heeeeeeey there!  So I wanted to write a chaptered fic for @ffxv-kink-week​ but then I ran out of time, but then, I wanted to do it anyway, so I started writing a sequel to my other D/s-verse fic heart and soul.  If you haven’t read that one, all you need to know for this is that it’s D/s-verse, Noct is a dom, and Iggy and Gladio are his collared subs.  Once I get a bit farther along I’ll start posting to AO3, but for now, here it is on tumblr!  For the kink week day 1 prompt of authority kinks.

Title: belonging  Pairings: Noctis/Prompto, Noctis/Ignis/Gladio, eventual OT4  Rating: Explicit  Words: ~2300 Warnings: none, at least none in this chapter

Teaser: Prompto taps his phone, rewinding the clip to the beginning to play again. Bless IBC for always putting news clips online right away, because after watching the live feed of the Kingsglaive swearing-in ceremony Prompto immediately wanted to watch it again.  And again.  And again, and okay, maybe he's got one hand in his pants while he's watching it but Noct looks so good all dressed up.

"It'll be the exhibition match on Thursday afternoon, then the swearing-in ceremony Friday evening, then the banquet right after," Ignis says, thumbing through email on his phone as he pulls on his clothes. "Gladio, I assume you'll have His Highness in top form for the exhibition?"

"'Course I will. He's been training with the Glaives for the last couple weeks, right Noct?" Gladio prods Noctis with the ball of his foot, and Noctis swats him away.

Laying back on the pillows, Noctis says, "As long as I don't have to go against Nyx I'll be fine. That guy could kick Gladio's ass."

"Yes, well. I'm sure he'd let you win for show anyway," Ignis replies as he buttons up his shirt.

"I don't want to win for show -- that wouldn't help with the whole filling-in-for-my-dad in the ceremony. People already think I'm too young, or too weak, or too . . . whatever."

Ignis sits on the bed next to him, setting a hand on Noct's knee through the blanket. "Don't worry about what they think. You're going to do just fine."

"You think so?"

Ignis leans in and kisses him, soft and light. "I know so."

*

The exhibition is in the courtyard, with bleachers erected on both sides. Gladio eyes the crowd briefly, then turns to survey the arena. "Don't forget the Glaives can warp just as well as you can," he murmurs in Noct's ear. "You can't just warp out of the way and think you'll be able to hang out and catch your breath."

"Right," Noctis says, and Gladio can read his nerves in his tone of voice.

"You're fast, and you're flexible. The magic is yours, it's not borrowed. If you want to swap weapons you can probably do it faster than they can. Don't forget to watch your back, and watch your left side -- they probably know you're a little weaker there."

"Got it." Noctis is clenching and unclenching his hands, like he's ready to pull his blade from the ether, but his eyes are still darting around the crowd. Gladio steps in front of him to block his view, forcing Noctis to look up at him.

"You got this," he says. "Even if you lose, you're gonna put up a good fight and show 'em what you can do."

Noctis takes a deep breath, holds it, then lets it out. "Thanks," he says, and Gladio claps him on the shoulder.

In the middle of the arena, Drautos raises his arm and the crowd falls quiet. "Ladies, Gentlemen . . . new recruits," he says expansively, "thank you all for coming. Today we'll see a demonstration of the power of the Crystal, and the power of the Kingsglaive. His Royal Highness Prince Noctis will battle one of our fiercest warriors." Noctis takes another breath, and Gladio can see his public mask settle into place. He walks out into the arena, smiling and waving.

"Now," Drautos says, "let us see who his opponent shall be."

An assistant brings out a bowl full of scraps of paper and holds it out to Noctis, who reaches in and selects one. Noctis looks at the paper for a moment, his face carefully blank, then announces, "Nyx Ulric." Shit.

The audience bursts into applause and Nyx takes the field, grinning. Drautos backs away to the sidelines, and Noctis summons his Engine Blade in a shower of sparks. Nyx makes the first move, throwing his short blade and warping straight for Noctis. Noctis phases through the attack, then swings hard, nearly connecting before Nyx warps away again.

To a layman, what follows is just a blur of blue sparks and phase shadows, clashing blades and flying kicks. To Gladio, it's Noctis putting in his best effort and having it be just enough to keep him on his feet, barely dodging each of Nyx's attacks. Their weapons clash together a few times, but the fight is mostly a series of fast warps as the two of them flicker from one end of the arena to the other.

Noctis throws his sword up so it rams into a high post, warping to hang from it briefly, then as Nyx starts to follow him, Noctis yanks the sword from the post, lets it dissolve back into the ether, and pulls out a javelin instead. He throws, warps, executes a mid-air backflip, and dives down toward Nyx with the javelin in his hand. For a moment, Gladio's breath catches as he thinks Noctis might just pull this off.

But then, Nyx throws up a crystalline shield, and Noct's attack is blocked entirely. Before his feet hit the ground, Nyx drops the shield and swings, his blade slicing into Noct's arm.

"First blood to Ulric!" Drautos calls. Both men drop their weapons and step back, breathing hard. Gladio's heart is in his throat, waiting to see how Noctis will take his loss. But Noctis ignores the blood running down his arm and turns to Nyx with a smile. Nyx executes a perfect bow, and when he rises, Noctis extends a hand to him, which Nyx clasps firmly.

"Lucis is honored by your skill," Noctis says, loud enough to carry to the crowd. "May all the new recruits grow as strong as you."

"The honor is mine, Your Highness," Nyx replies, appropriately deferential like he never is in training.

Drautos reminds everyone of the ceremony to be held the next day, and the crowd begins to file out as a page brings a potion to heal Noct's arm. By the time Gladio gets to his side, any sign of the injury is gone.

Noctis keeps his polite smile on until they're alone in the locker room, then sinks onto the bench with a groan. "Damn it," he says, slamming his fist into his thigh, "why did it have to be Nyx?"

"Hey, that aerial attack with the javelin was quick thinking," Gladio says, tossing Noctis a towel. "You did good."

"I got my ass handed to me," Noctis grouses.

"But you did it well. Iggy's gonna be proud of you for how you handled that."

"I'm supposed to swear in the new recruits tomorrow but all they're gonna be thinking is, 'Why should we swear our allegiance to this kid?' Ugh. Remind me why Dad can't do this again?"

Gladio sighs. "His Majesty is tied up with the ambassador from Accordo. You know that."

"Ugh," Noctis says again, slamming the door to the shower stall on his way in.

*

Noctis is still fuming when he flops into his bed after dinner. Ignis and Gladio have gone home, since Noctis is too tired and cranky to be good company despite Ignis's best efforts. Spending the night alone isn't unusual -- Gladio only stays over rarely, and Ignis often prefers an earlier bedtime and can't sleep with Noctis still awake. Some day, Noctis will get a place with enough bedrooms for all of them to be comfortable, but in the meantime this works well enough.

He rolls onto his back and flings an arm over his eyes. His mind keeps replaying the fight, searching for everywhere he could have done something differently. Of course now that it's over he can easily see a hundred opportunities he missed, but it's too late now.

His phone chimes and he groans and wrestles it out of the pocket of his jeans.

Hey buddy, the text from Prompto says, saw a clip of your fight w glaive, those moves were awesome!

Noctis's face does something between a smile and a grimace. Nyx kicked my ass, he types back.

[Prompto] u kidding bro he's like the biggest war hero and ur 18 of course he did [Prompto] u looked awesome tho, flipping around and stuff [Prompto] flexible ~.~

He laughs at that, imagining the way Prompto is probably wiggling his eyebrows, and types back, lol u make it sound way sexier than it was.

The return message comes right away: ur always sexy. Noctis can't help the little thrill that runs through him; Prompto has been dropping hints that he's interested for a while now, but he always backtracks before making anything clear, leaving Noctis to wonder whether he ever really meant it at all. Speaking of which . . .

[Prompto] I mean [Prompto] the whole royal authority thing, bet it really works for you w Iggy and Gladio

Noctis types out does it work for you? but then hesitates over the send button and ends up erasing it.

[Noctis] guess so [Noctis] sometimes I just want to be me

He sighs, thinking of the royal duties waiting for him in the morning.

[Noctis] gotta do the swearing in ceremony tomorrow bc dad is busy [Noctis] rather be playing kings knight w you

[Prompto] the night is young, and your phone is already in your hand

Noctis grins and opens the app.

*

The ceremony is held in the throne room, with the recruits lined up in formation and Noctis standing in front of the throne. He holds himself tall, and nobody would know that only minutes before Ignis was adjusting the drape of his cape and fixing his tie and cufflinks while Noctis frantically repeated his speech over and over.

"On behalf of my father, the king, I welcome you all to the Kingsglaive. Today you join the ranks of Lucis's most elite warriors, and begin your service to the people and the Crown." Noctis's voice is strong, and Ignis sees a hint of his father in the tilt of his chin. He hesitates for a barely detectable moment, then says, "Are you ready to pledge your loyalty?"

As one, the recruits fall to their knees and bow their heads, a hush falling over the room as Noctis descends the stairs. He approaches the first recruit and lays his hand on the back of her head. "I give myself in service to the Crown and the Crystal," she says, "and pledge to use the power granted to me to protect the people of Lucis."

"Do you give your life to the Crown?" Noctis asks. Normally, with Regis performing the ceremony, the line would be, do you give your life to me? but Noctis had felt it would be disingenuous, and Ignis finds he rather agrees.

"I do."

His hand slides around the side of her head and cups her chin, lifting her face. "Then rise, and join the ranks of the Kingsglaive." The recruit stands, and Ignis can see the shine in her eyes as she rises. Noctis smiles at her before moving on to the next recruit. The ceremony is repeated for the whole group, Noctis receiving one oath after another, until they're all standing.

As the audience bursts into applause, Noctis ascends the stairs again. When he reaches the throne, he materializes his sword and swings it high above his head, then spins it in a flashy circle and slams the point down into the floor in front of him, in the crack left there by this very same ceremony in the past. "The Crystal welcomes you, as do the people of Lucis," he says strongly, and the newly minted Glaives cross their fists over their chests and bow.

The applause is thunderous, and when it finally starts to die down, Noctis banishes his sword and makes his way down the stairs. Ignis meets him at the bottom as the recruits and the audience begin to file out of the chamber. "Well done, Your Highness," he says.

"You think so? My sword has nothing on Dad's armiger."

"You saw the look in the recruits' eyes. They were proud to be swearing their loyalty to you."

"To my dad," Noctis corrects.

"It may have been him in intent, but it was you in practice. I remember swearing my own oath of loyalty to you, you know."

Noctis laughs. "You mean when we were kids?"

"We may have been children, but I've always taken it seriously."

Looking at him with a small smile playing at his lips, Noctis says, "Me too."

"Well then," Ignis says, "I believe the banquet is ready to begin."

*

Prompto taps his phone, rewinding the clip to the beginning to play again. Bless IBC for always putting news clips online right away, because after watching the live feed of the glaive swearing-in ceremony Prompto immediately wanted to watch it again.

And again.

And again, and okay, maybe he's got one hand in his pants while he's watching it but Noct looks so good all dressed up. Even the ridiculous cape lends him an air of authority.

Are you ready to pledge your loyalty? Noct asks in the video, and Prompto's hand tightens on his cock. There was a time when he hesitated to jerk off to photos and videos of his friend, but these days he's accepted the fact that his feelings aren't going away any time soon and he can still be a good friend to Noct despite wanting to suck down his dick until he chokes.

Do you give your life to the Crown? Noct asks, and Prompto breathes, "I do," as he jerks himself faster. The clip is almost to the end, and he bites his lip as Noct ascends the stairs, then gasps, "fuck, fuck, fuck," when Noct materializes a sword and swings it around his head. He comes as the sword slams into the ground, the camera catching the steely glint in Noct's blue eyes, the hard set of his mouth, the perfect fall of hair over his forehead. He looks like a king, and Prompto would gladly lay down his life for him.

As the clip finishes, he pushes weakly at his pants, shoving them down to keep them out of the mess. He doesn't feel guilty for jerking off to Noct, but sometimes he feels guilty for how much he likes it when Noct acts like the royalty he is, because he's still got the texts on his phone saying sometimes I just want to be me.

[that-fandom-tho]

It Takes Two (Hayes Grier)

Request: Can u please do this Hayes Grier imagine make it where reader is a hip hop dancer has to dance with another guy and Hayes get jealous and walks away and the guy tries to kiss her and Hayes saves her etc. you come up with the rest

“It’s okay. If you have things to do today, you can leave,” I say, even tough I really do want him to stay.

Hayes tightens his arms around my waist. “I’m not going anywhere. I know you like having someone there to watch you.”

He knows me so well. As a kid my parents never watched my dance recitals. My mom would stay outside on the phone and my dad wouldn’t even bother coming. I didn’t know how much more nerve-wracking but also how much more comforting it was to have someone there supporting you. The first time Hayes came my heart raced more than it had during my first ever recital. But looking out and seeing his smiling proud face as I did my thing made me feel more proud and confident in myself than ever before.

Since then I’ve grown, moving into styles other than ballet. I’ve been practicing contemporary and hip hop for a few years now. Tonight’s my first partner dance at an exhibition, and I’m not quite sure how Hayes is going to feel about it. It’s a little risqué, but I love doing it. He gets jealous easily and hasn’t seen any practices so tonight’s when I find out his reaction.

“Hey babe?” I call out, lifting my head from his shoulder.

“Yeah?”
 “Promise me you won’t get jealous when you watch, okay?”

“Why would I get jealous? I mean you’re only performing with the guy you’ve been spending hours a day with for months instead of being with me. Nah, no biggie.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I say, giving him a knowing look. “Promise me you’ll be okay with this.”

“Of course I will. If anything I’m even more happy that you don’t have to see this guy after this.” I just glare at him. “Okay, okay, I promise.”

He leans down to kiss me but I stop him. “You’ll get my lipstick all over your face.”

“I don’t care,” he says with a hand already on my cheek bringing my face to his.

After kissing me firmly he pulls away with a mouth nearly as red as mine. I laugh.

“Go wipe your mouth. I have to reapply then go on soon. I’ll see you out there okay?”

“Okay, baby. I’d wish you good luck but we both know you don’t need it.”

“We go on in 5,” Lucas, my dance partner says. I can hear the people in the crowd already, getting ready for the performance.

After making a quick stop to a room in the back for my lipstick, I return to the area just behind the stage and Luke and I stretch and warm up.

“You nervous?” He asks.

As a kid what I always told myself before a recital was that if I messed up, I never had to see the people in the audience again. And they’d probably forget about it by the time they got home. Now I’ve garnered notability in the dance community here in LA and there are plenty of cameras to remember my mess ups.

“Not really” I reply, taking a deep breath.

He rests a hand on my back, a little low for my comfort. It doesn’t help that the top I’m wearing a tight crop top and low rise skinny jeans, meaning he’s touching my bare back. He does those types of things all the time though. I don’t think anything of it, he’s just more touchy than what I’m used to.

We walk onto the stage to an outburst of applause as the announcer exits. I almost immediately spot Hayes, who smiles and gives me a thumbs.

The dance is to a remix of Despacito by Luis Fonso and Daddy Yankee. It’s a lot of body rolling really, since the footwork couldn’t be complicated due to me wearing heels. Luke on the other hand kind of plays the role of my love interest, doing a lot of looking at my body and running his hands up and down it. Together it’s sort of a cat and mouse thing, us chasing each other while influenced by dances like the tango and merengue.

Towards the end, Luke spins me, and I look into the crowd to see Hayes gone. Oh no. I knew this would happen. Every time he gets jealous, if he can’t act overly possessive he just storms off. I finish the dance mistake free but Luke can tell I’m a bit put off. He promised me. He could’ve at least stayed. The crowd bursts with applause as we stand there breathless. Luke puts an arm around my waist and we wave to the crowd, bowing.

At the end of exhibitions, all of the dancers for that night come out and just hang out with the crowd, take pictures, things like that. We were last so everyone comes out as we finish, heading down the steps leading to the crowd.

I want so badly to try to find Hayes but I know there are people who came specifically to meet me and I’d hate to disappear on them. I stay for about half an hour, taking tons of pictures. I eventually walk back to the room with my hands full of flowers, I set them down to gather my stuff.

Luke follows in soon after. “I didn’t really get a chance to say afterwards, but you did good tonight.”

I finish packing my bag as he speaks. “Thanks, right back at you.”

“You know, we make a good team,” he says, coming closer to me. “We should do this again soon.”

I admit, I do think we did really well, but he makes Hayes so tense, and it feels weird being this close to a guy who isn’t my boyfriend. I mean he’s touched parts of me today that Hayes didn’t touch until we’d been dating for months.

“Yeah, maybe,” I say anyway.

“You wanna head out for a couple drinks?” He asks, barely a foot away now.

“Actually I need to find my boyfriend so we can head home,” I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

“Are you really happy with him?” he asks, grabbing onto my waist tightly.

“Yes.” I say, teeth gritted. “Could you please let go of me now?”

He lowers his face until it’s inches from mine. “Is that really what you want sweetheart? I bet I could treat you better than he ever will.”

“Let go of me!” I say firmly. “I’m not interested.” I push on his chest but he barely moves.

“I feel the way you respond to me, don’t lie,” he lowers his lips and I turn my head to the side, ready to kick his ass.

“Hey!” Luke turns to see Hayes in the doorway, storming towards us.

I take the moment of distraction to step on his foot as hard as I can, push him further away from me, punch him in the gut, and push him into the counter next to us.

As he lies trying to recover, Hayes grabs him by the collar and holds him up. “Do not ever put your hands anywhere near my girlfriend again, or the next time it won’t be her kicking your ass, and you’ll be more than a little bruised up. Got it?”

“Okay, man, I get it, I get it.”

Hayes releases him and he falls to the floor. I feel a little guilty, but not enough to stop myself from stepping over him and moving on with my life.

As soon as we’re out of the room Hayes pulls me into his arms tightly. “Baby, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

I push him away and walk off, knowing he’s following me. “You left.”

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he explains. “I just got so worked up, I couldn’t anymore. I hated seeing his hands on you. I know you don’t like it when I get possessive of you but you’re mine. It hurts seeing you with someone else like that.”

“Hayes you’re my rock. You’re the one I look to in the crowd every time I’m up there. You’re the one there for me when no one else is.”

We reach the car, and instead of opening my door he pulls me back into his arms. “And I’ll never leave again. None of that back there would’ve happened had I just stayed with you, instead of getting jealous and running off.”

“You know I’m yours. Even though I hate when you announce it to the world, I love you and no one else will ever be able to take the place you have, okay? And I’m fine, everything’s alright. I could’ve handled Luke myself if I needed to.”

“But you shouldn’t have to. I’m here for you, you know that right? I wanna be your knight in shining armor.”

“You already are,” I say, rising up to my tip toes to peck his lips.

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—— A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. And thanks to the requester, this was kinda fun to write. I know you wanted Hayes to save her, but I had to fit in a little girl power, can’t help myself. I really do hope you like it though. As for my other imagines, I have another Hayes imagine to do, then like 4 Shawn imagines, which I’m hyped for because I love him but somehow haven’t written any imagines for him. So if you’re a Shawn fan you’re in luck. If not, I’ll probably post little blurbs, imagines etc. in between. Either way, there’ll probably be a lot of imagines coming out within these next few weeks because I start a job at the end of the month and who knows how that’ll effect the rate at which I upload, but I want to get my requests out before that begins.

Peace, that-fandom-tho.

[kira-sucks-lawlipops]

My pitch for an American Death Note movie

And now I would like to take a break from angry posting about how shitty the upcoming noteflix movie is going to be to pitch my own, not perfect but less shitty, version.

WARNING: This is REALLY long. I was only gonna fix White Yagami and make up a few sentences of plot but then I got really into it. (Also I was just making it up as I went so if it’s good maybe Netflix should hire me.)

First up, I’m not trying to retell the story of the manga/anime, because there are already movies that do that. I’m pitching a story for an American audience, with some big changes. My intent is that this would work either as a standalone film (for an audience that is unfamiliar with the series) or it could exist in the same universe (for the existing fans/the new fans who go back to the source material because the movie is good.) More on this later.

Okay, so there is no White Yagami. In fact, there is no Light at all because I firmly believe that his character/story makes no sense if you take away his Japanese upbringing. And if I’m going to change Light, then I may as well change all of the characters/world around him. I have put like zero thought into naming or creating new characters tho, so for now I am just going to call our protagonist Proxy!Light. (Bear with me guys, there’s a lot of this.)

Act 1: The Fall

Proxy!Light is an African American student in his late teens living somewhere in the USA where there is a high crime rate, racial tension, religion and a corrupt police force. (I’m Australian so I don’t know the exact location. Maybe somewhere in the Bible Belt?) He is more likely to make an emotional decision than a rational one, he comes from a happy nuclear family and he is not an apathic genius. He is optimistic, caring, a bit naive but overall a genuinely good guy who wants to make the world a better place. He is in his senior year of high school and is trying to get his grades as high as possible to land a scholarship, because he has no chance of attending university without one. He wants to be a lawyer, but failing this will probably try for the police force. No matter what, he wants to be in the justice system, protecting and serving his community.

He finds the death note, and Ryuk or a Proxy!Shinigami (again, more on this later) explains what it is. He refuses to use it, because killing people is wrong, but keeps it so it won’t fall into the wrong hands.

This would be a good place to throw in some religious imagery: Proxy!Light attending church with his family, Ryuk and the power he offers are presented as being an evil, corrupting force, etc. But Proxy!Light hasn’t fallen yet.

One day, Proxy!Light’s father is murdered by the police. It’s the same story we’ve seen before: he was doing nothing wrong, but was racially profiled and the police used lethal force. Proxy!Light’s world is shattered. His father, a good man, is demonised by the media while the police force, which he has always seen as a protective presence, fabricates a case to make the innocent man they killed seem guilty in the eyes of the world. Proxy!Sayu places herself in the front lines of a social movement which demands justice for her father and is labelled as a criminal who incites riots. Proxy!Sachiko tries to go the official route and hold the officers who killed her husband accountable, but the case never even makes it to court. Eventually she is forced to drop it when she starts receiving threats against her children.

Proxy!Light is unable to cope with what happened. His grades drop and he loses any chance of a scholarship. Law school is out of the question now and he has been thoroughly disillusioned on the police force. Everything he believed in has been turned on its head and he knows that there is no way that it can be made right again. He decides to take justice into his own hands and uses the death note to kill all of the police officers involved in the death of his father.

And now we enter Act 2: the arrival of Proxy!L and Proxy!Misa.

We open in church again. The preacher (priest? minister? wizard? idk) is praying for the officers that died, and encouraging people to remain calm and sensitive in this difficult time. Someone asks if the heart attacks that killed all those officers was an act of god. The preacher says no, because god is a loving force, not destructive (or something to that effect.) Most people seem to approve of this message, including Proxy!Sachiko, but there are some in the crowd who disagree. They argue that the officers were murderers, and if god did kill them it would be good old-testament justice. Proxy!Light likes the sound of this.

Proxy!Sayu gets up and addresses the crowd. She does not care about the religious implications of the police officers dying of heart attacks, she cares about the facts that their deaths did nothing to solve the problems embedded in their community’s broken justice system. She will be continuing to organise peaceful protests until their concerns are heard, and she encourages everyone to stand with her.

Throw in some more religious imagery here. Proxy!Light has now fallen. The support of the crowd fuels his belief that he is doing the right thing, but when he sees that his remaining family are opposed to him he begins isolating himself from them.

And now the real fun begins.

Proxy!L is not the World’s Greatest Detective, and he is in no way similar to the Ryuzaki persona we all know and love and/or hate. He is an FBI agent and a complete fucking asshole. Maybe he’s a genius, maybe he’s just really good at his job, but he definitely arrogant as all fuck and a nightmare to work with. I am picturing him as older and surly. Like, he thinks he should have been promoted above field work a long time ago but it’s never happened because no one can stand him. But if you want to cash in on that sweet lawlight fangirl goldmine (yes pls) then he could be a young, attractive prodigy. Either way, he shows up to this terrified and racially divided town and takes over the investiagtion into the sudden and unexplainable deaths of several police officers.

Proxy!L is accompanied by his partner Proxy!Naomi. She is basically exactly the same and is definitely still Japanese or Japanese-American, because that will be important later. She is the only one who can stand Proxy!L because she takes none of his shit. These two care deeply for each other and are an unstoppable team, but things are tense between them right now because Proxy!Naomi just got married, and after this case is wrapped up she will be leaving the FBI.

The partners show up in the wake of some violent backlash from the police. The surviving officers are angry over their friend’s deaths and believe that Proxy!Sayu and the other protesters are responsible, so they declare the protest to be a riot and shut it down, placing Proxy!Sayu and as many other prominent protesters as they can grab under arrest.

Proxy!L and Proxy!Naomi arrive at the tail end of this mess. They berate the officers for their hysteria and over the top violent reponse, and immediately take over. All of the low-level protesters are let go, but the FBI agents want to interrogate any of the organisers that they have in custody.

This is where we are formally introduced to Proxy!Misa. She is one of Proxy!Sayu’s friends who has been organising protests with her. We have seen her participating in collective action with Proxy!Sayu a few times before but this is the first time we have spoken to her. The girls have not been treated well in the arrest and are already hostile. Their interrogations are cut together, and now it’s exposition time!

We see Proxy!L and Proxy!Naomi working together, using different strategies with each girl and we start to get a feel for their dynamic and the fact that they are a great team. They tell both girls that there have been more deaths than anyone realises. All over the country, police officers and other people in the justice system have been mysteriously dying of heart attacks. Everyone who has died has been accused of corruption and/or the unlawful deaths of POC. No one in the public has connected the dots yet, but it’s only a matter of time, and then there will be nation-wide hysteria and violent crackdowns on POC communities like the one we just witnessed at the protest. No one wants that, which is why these two are here where it all started trying to hunt the killer down. Proxy!Sayu reacts with anger and disgust. She knows that things are bad and wants to create change, but doesn’t believe it can be accomplished with violence and death. Proxy!Misa’s feelings are more complicated. She take the position that the deaths are the result of divine retribution, and while she doesn’t openly endorse the killing, she thinks that people who do bad things should be held accountable no matter what. During the interrogation she reveals her backstory; she survived a home invasion as a child. A criminal killed her parents and took her hostage, but the police managed to subdue him non-lethally because he was white. The fact the the man who terrorised her and destroyed her family is alive and in jail while POC are being killed by police for no reason is what drove her to join Proxy!Sayu’s movement.

Meanwhile, Proxy!Sachiko has learned from one of the protesters that were released that her underage daughter has been placed under arrest and she is furious and frightened. She and Proxy!Light head to the police station and demand that they be able to see Proxy!Sayu. The police are dismissive at first but when pushed become openly hostile. Proxy!Sachiko is torn between the need to protect her daughter and not wanting to escalate the situation and endanger her son. Proxy!Light doesn’t give a shit. From the way he starts spitting his new anti-cop rhetoric in this place full of armed cops you might think that he has a death wish (spoiler alert- he kinda does.) Luckily, Proxy!Naomi and Proxy!L arrive just as things are about to turn ugly. Proxy!Naomi smooths things over while Proxy!L just stares at his shiny new N#1 suspect. The girls are free to go, and on the way out of the building Proxy!Misa introduces herself to Proxy!Light and asks him to walk her home. When he agrees, there is a split second where her eyes flash red.

Proxy!L and Proxy!Naomi discuss the case. He wants to focus on Proxy!Light but she thinks their best suspect at this point is Proxy!Misa. This is where we can introduce some of the tension between them over the fact that Proxy!Naomi will quit and leave him soon. They come to agreement over how to proceed with the investigation. They are both encouraged by the fact that they seem to have zeroed in on the killer so quickly, but are frustrated because they have no ideas about how the heart attacks are being caused. Neither of them seriously consider the supernatural angle.

On the way to her home (I’m imagining that it’s night now, and the two have wandered into some visually interesting/appropriate location) Proxy!Misa tells Proxy!Light that she knows he killed the police officers who killed his father. He tries to lie his way out of it but he is a bad liar. She reveals that she has her own death note and was able to identify him by using the shinigami eyes (which she also explains.) Finally, she tells him that she has followed his example and started killing people all over the country. At first, Proxy!Light is opposed to this. It was personal for him, and he claims that justice has been done and she has screwed things up by attracting the attention of the FBI on to them. But he very quickly comes around to Proxy!Misa’s way of thinking. The two of them have been given a great gift, and they should use it to bring justice to everyone in the world who has been denied it up until now. He even pushes the rhetoic one step further. If they are re-making the justice system, then it will be their job to take over as judge, jury and executioner until things have re-stablised. They should start killing crininals too, and gradually remove all bad people until they have created a new world full of only good people.

It is clear that Proxy!Light has been building toward this for a while, and was just waiting for an excuse to go full-Kira. Having a willing partner is the catalyst which gives him the confidence to push on. I am trying to downplay the obsessive and stalkerish nature of Proxy!Misa, so let’s assume she is willing to throw herself into this cause like she threw herself into the protests. The two teens feed off each other’s bloodlust and we become aware that we are witnessing the creation of something terrible. More religious imagery, as we cut into a montage of several days worth of the two planning and creating their world together, scribbling in notebooks while the death toll climbs into the hundreds and dramatic orchestral music plays.

And from here I don’t have a detailed plan on how the rest of the story would play out. I know that I want to have Proxy!Light and Proxy!L interact directly and have a bit of chemistry (probably Proxy!L fixates on him as wants to get close to figure out how the heart attacks work.) How their dynamic plays out will depend on the age gap between them and some other factors which I haven’t put a lot of thought into. I have downplayed the genius aspect but I want there to be at least one big dramatic mindgame showdown between the two of them, as a shout out to what we all loved from the original story. Proxy!L wins the battle of wits, but Proxy!Light plays a trump card in the form of his supernatural advantage, allowing Proxy!Misa to kill Proxy!L at the end of act 2.

Act 3: Everything goes to hell

Proxy!Naomi is reeling from the loss of her partner. She has now been forced to accept that the supernatural exists and she needs to take down two meglomaniac teenagers who literally weild the power of death itself.

Proxy!Light and Proxy!Misa continue to go mad with power and try to reshape the world with death.

I want some more social/religious commentary around wether what is happening is right or wrong and some hints of a cult of followers building and meeting violent opposition from people who condemn the killings. This is going on in the background while most of the third act is focused on Proxy!Naomi and Proxy!Light trying to kill each other.

The twist is that Proxy!Light can’t kill Proxy!Naomi with the death note because, while she goes by her married name, the name that he needs to kill her is her maiden name. Proxy!Misa can’t read it with her eyes because it’s written in kanji characters (which is why it’s important that she’s Japanese!) I don’t know exactly how it plays out but the film ends with Proxy!Naomi killing Proxy!Light. Roll credits.

Okay, now remember how I said there would be more stuff about how this could possibly fit into the canon? That’s because I have two main ideas about how you could do this. 1. This movie is set post-canon. I definitely think this could work, with only a few tweaks. Proxy!Light and Proxy!Misa would be inspired by the original Kira, the police force would know that someone had a death note and was coming for them, etc. This would probably make the movie more rewarding for the fans of the original story, because we would see how things are in the post-Kira world and you could have cool stuff like the shinigami who drops the notebook being a reincarnation of Light Yagami. The disadvantage to this is that it’s more alienating to audiences who aren’t familiar with the original story. 2. The story is set pre-canon, probably 90s or earlier. I think this is the better way to do it, because we know from Ryuk that death notes have ended up in the human world before. In this case you would take away Proxy!Misa’s notebook, and bend the rules a little. She is just a supporter who makes an eye trade using Proxy!Light’s notebook. You would also have to dial back the scale of death, make it that all the murders happen in one place instead of nation-wide so it coukd feasibly be hushed up later (which is why it’s not mentioned in canon.)

OKAY WOW. This was a much longer ride than I meant it to be. I’ve really tried to tell an American-ised version of the Death Note story which is interesting and rewarding for fans and new audiences alike. (If we have to have one, at keast make it good, right?) I hope I’ve stuck to some of the core themes of the story while also making the adaption original and not compete garbage. I would love to hear other people’s ideas!!! Either for more changes/ideas for things we could do with this pitch or a pitch of your own! I’m going to track the tags:

#saynotonoteflix #saynotowhiteyagami

[aiigonorus]

why not both?

pairing: eisuke ichinomiya x MC x soryu oh.

rating: mature. it’s nice & smutty.

requested by: just me, lmao. definitely send me a request if you have one tho pls!

word count: ~1700.

author’s notes: okay so this is my first fanfic, crossing my fingers that it’s alright! i wrote this while i was at work on my phone, so pls forgive any errors. anyway, i just had to write this bc every time i look at the picture below, i’m like “man i’d give up my ability to eat chocolate ever again if i could sandwich myself between them”. in addition, since they’re two of my fave characters, the idea of them both being totally whipped for MC & doting on her makes me really happy?? i’m rambling, just pls read it & let me know what y'all think! enjoy 😘

            we’re already on round two, my trembling body firmly straddling eisuke’s. a light sheen of sweat shimmers on my skin, long ____ hair tumbling wildly around my shoulders as wisps stick to my forehead. my lungs are burning, half from the exertion & half from not getting enough air, eisuke’s lips effectively cutting off my supply. his cock is seated fully in me, going so deep i swear i can feel him nudging against my womb. round one had been rough & fast, almost animalistic in its ferocity, which is what i expected from my ceo lover. but this time, he’s going slow, his hips barely moving at all from where they’re sitting on our bed. i’m growing frustrated at his cock hitting all the right spots, just without enough force to give me what i want & need. i try desperately to move my hips, but his fingers tighten on them, keeping me in place. “now now, baby,” he coos, smirking deviously. i whimper as he continues the tortuously slow pace, his lips moving down to my neck to leave a mark there. “who said you could be in control here?” that arrogant tone, as always, sets my teeth on edge. but as drugged with his sex as i am, i’m completely at his mercy, & we both know it; there’s no way i can return with some snark like i usually do. just as i think the torment is going to go on forever, i vaguely hear the door open over the sound of my own heart racing in my ears & i feel cool air on my bare back. he must be home.

            “tch. what, you’re back already?” eisuke doesn’t seem pleased, but that doesn’t stop his cock from driving into my dripping pussy. there’s no answer, just the sound of keys settling on a surface & a jacket being pulled off. i can barely get my eyes open, & when i do, all i can see is eisuke’s handsome, & currently displeased, face. but i do feel the bed dip behind me, & suddenly a broad chest is against my back. “i’m home, princess.” i automatically lean back into his warmth, my mouth still hanging open from eisuke’s thrusts. “think you can handle more?” hands slightly larger than those of the man currently inside me slide around to cup my breasts, fingers tugging at my nipples as i moan quietly. “i’m taking care of her, soryu. wait your turn,” eisuke snaps, apparent jealousy causing him to slap his hips against mine is a blessingly savage thrust. i cry out in response, nails digging into his damp shoulders. “i was asking her, not you. will you let me make love to you too, ______?” unable to form words, i simply mewl incoherently, one of my hands blindly reaching back to slide into the neatly slicked back hair of my other lover. as if i would ever turn either of them down, is what i want to say. instead, i turn my head, searching for a kiss. he’s pleased by my reaction, if his throaty chuckle is any indication. his lips take mine, the gentle nature of them at odds with eisuke’s ferocity. their opposing natures balance each other perfectly, like yin & yang; together, they make up the perfect lover.

            while i’m already tired, soryu’s appearance only adds to my arousal, & i know i can’t stop now. i moan into his deep kiss, eisuke echoing the sound with a hiss as my pussy clenches around him. i’m in no need of wooing or foreplay, & soryu seems to understand that, as he momentarily breaks away from our kiss to strip completely. there’s a twinge of regret that i can’t do that myself, or even just watch him do it, but that’s quickly washed away by the feeling of his fingers on my clit. i quake under the pleasure, one hand wrapping around both of their necks. it’s eisuke’s turn again to kiss me, & no one kisses quite like eisuke ichinomiya. he’s claiming my mouth, tongue conquering the soft cavern like he owns it– & he probably does. the wet muscle is mimicking the motions of his cock inside me, & it takes a moment for my hazy brain to register our change in position. he’s standing by the bed now, hands under my thighs as he wraps my legs around his waist. he’s easily holding my weight, the sudden help of gravity causing him to slide impossibly deeper into my weeping pussy. i almost choke on my own tongue in response until i feel soryu’s large hands trailing down my sides, causing me to shiver. then he’s softly pulling my pert cheeks apart, & i feel a wet finger breach my hole.

            the added sensation causes my eyes to fly open on a gasp, staring up at my beloved narcissist. my head falls back against a strong shoulder, finally managing to catch a glimpse of my beloved mobster’s face. both men’s eyes are narrowed with lust, though soyru’s gaze is just a tad gentler. “relax for me, princess.” i’m overwhelmed by both the sensations & being surrounded by the two most attractive men i’d ever met, but that doesn’t matter. my body is so well trained by them both that it’s already following orders, tense muscles easing so his finger can slide all the way in. another two are added in rapid succession, & i’m this close to cumming all over eisuke’s dick. soryu seems to realize this however, & quickly pulls his fingers from my ass. “you don’t cum–” “–until we say.” oh sure. these two bicker constantly & fight over my attention, but now they agree. damn men. my hostile thoughts are cut short when eisuke suddenly pulls out, only to return with a brutal thrust; this time, soryu’s cock joins him. a keening cry escapes my lips as the sudden penetration rocks me up, breasts bouncing against eisuke’s chest. a duo of rough curses can be heard after my cry fades away, eisuke’s hands tightening on my waist while soryu grips my ass. “fuck, you’re tight.” i moan weakly in response, my arms wrapped around eisuke’s neck for dear life.

            i’m now impaled on two throbbing cocks, & i’ve never felt so full in my life. my closed eyes well up against my will at the overload of sensation, but my tears don’t get a chance to fall; fingers brush softly at my left eye at the same time that lips caress my right, soothing away any unease. they give me a chance to take a breather, & i find the comfort only their arms bring. i nod after a few heartbeats, using my hold on eisuke’s shoulders to pull myself up higher. “move.” then they’re taking me, their hips moving in dominating thrusts i swear i can taste in the back of my throat. huffs & the sound of of skin hitting skin fill the room, my moans & the occasional masculine growl adding into the mix. they fill me so completely & are pressed so tightly against me that i can no longer tell where i end & they begin, & i’d have it no other way. i love the two of them more than anything, & while our relationship isn’t the norm, it makes me happier than i’ve ever been. & as i switch back & forth from kissing them both, i can tell they agree. the emotions flying in our little bubble seems to spur them on, their thrusts speeding up. each keeping a hand on me for support, one of their hands finds my clit & the other pinches my abused nipple. “cum.” my body is no match for the union of their hoarse voices giving me an order, & i obey, clenching hard around their members as i gush around eisuke’s cock. my scream fills the room, the tightening of my passages around them sends the men over the edge with me, their grunts & hisses like music to my ears. i shiver anew when i feel two warm spurts inside me, both my holes filled beyond capacity. 

            i wilt back against soryu’s chest, unable to hold myself up. they both pull out, my pussy twitching at the fresh stimulus of their cum dribbling out of me. with great effort, i turn in soryu’s arms as he lowers us back to the bed, nuzzling against his neck. he runs his fingers softly down my spine as eisuke leaves, the water running before he returns. he gently spreads my legs, dutifully cleaning up after himself & his friend/rival. he tosses it in the general direction of the bathroom, leaving it for the maid (aka me, i think with a glower) to take care of before returning to bed. i’m still basically a limp noodle, so they pull me up to the pillows, bringing the sheet up to cover the three of us. i sigh, completely content, giggling as they lean in to lick their bite marks; they each left one on either side of my neck, despite how i complain about not being able to cover it with my uniform. i suppose it’s only fair, i think smugly, my eyes trailing over the nail marks on eisuke’s back & the hickey on soryu’s neck. we just can’t seem to help but mark each other, it appears. i yawn hugely, & we get into our usual sleep position: eisuke lying flat, me tucked firmly against his side with an arm across his chest & one of his large hands wrapped possessively around my thigh. soryu is at my back, curling around me protectively, arm draped around my waist. i rest one of my legs over eisuke’s, the other pressing back to curl with soryu’s. tomorrow will be another morning of making coffee & omelettes, but for now, i drift off to a sleep, a soft “i love you” on my lips. i can’t work up enough energy to say a name, but it doesn’t matter; they both answer anyway. “i love you too, princess.” “i love you, baby.”