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cinnamorollcrybaby · 3 days ago

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Baby’s first christmas

Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, you two have a kid, tooth rotting fluff, JJK men being dads, tis the season, kind of suggestive on Satoru’s and Sukuna’s. Not proofread bc it’s christmas.

An: Happy holidays! No Choso because I never really include him in my JJK men as dads series. Sorry Choso enjoyers!! Also, the kids names have no affiliation with the names of anyone in JJK. They were names I thought up a while ago. This is a little short because I wrote it on Christmas Eve lol.

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna

SATORU

This would be Satoru’s first Christmas at home with a family. His clan didn’t celebrate Christmas, and even if they did, Satoru knew santa wasn’t real from a very young age.

He stared at you and your infant son as you rocked him back and forth. Satoru swore he could feel his heart swell three sizes larger. He knew that realistically his son, Aoi, wouldn’t remember this Christmas, but he wanted to create traditions.

He wanted to have something that he could look forward to every year.

“Where are you going?” You asked your husband with a warm laugh as he grabbed his keys and wallet. It was the night before Christmas. Everything would be closed by now, and they wouldn’t open until the day after Christmas.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweets. I’ll be home soon.” He assured you with his signature grin. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to both yours and Aoi’s head. His small baby stirred, making the cutest grunts and sleep noises. “Make sure to leave some cookies out for Santa. I think he should be stopping by soon.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at your husband’s antics. It was never a dull moment between you two.

“I think my sweet-toothed husband will eat them before Santa gets to them.” You remarked at Satoru headed towards the door. He flashed you a cheeky smile.

“No promises. It’s the thought that counts anyways.” He said before heading out into the snowy night. You shook your head at him, knowing he was likely up to no good.

You continued rocking Aoi in the rocking chair for a little while. Aoi could be a very fussy baby when mama or dada wasn’t holding him, so you weren’t taking any chances of putting him down just yet.

Instead, you carefully wrapped him up in a sling baby carrier, and you popped some cookies in the oven. Satoru helped you make the dough yesterday, and you two had already cut them out into various Christmas shapes.

Your mind was elsewhere as you cleaned up the kitchen and thought about what all needed to be done tomorrow. Satoru’s clan didn’t celebrate Christmas, but you had planned a surprise Christmas party and invited all of his friends to come celebrate with you three.

After a while, the oven beeped signaling that the cookies were at the perfect level of doneness. You put on your oven mitts on before carefully removing the pan. As you sat it down on the stove, the sound of tumbling down the chimney caught your attention.

Was there an animal trapped in your chimney? You grimaced at the thought of trying to save a rabid animal from the confines of your chimney.

You stepped over to the chimney to investigate from afar. With Aoi in your arms, you didn’t want to put your son in harm’s way.

Luckily for you, your goofy husband stared back up at you. His bright blue eyes were unmistakable, even while he had on a fake Santa costume with a fake beard. His face was smeared with black marks from the coal in your fireplace.

“Ho, ho, ho..” He laughed in a thick bellowing tone as he crawled out of the fireplace.

“Satoru, what are you doing? You’re going to scar Aoi.” You laughed as you walked over to your husband, wiping some smears off his cheek.

“I don’t know this Satoru you speak of. He must be on my naughty list. Ho, ho, ho.” Fake Santa continued, shooting you a small wink. He really wasn’t going to give up this act easily, was he?

He didn’t. Satoru played as Santa, placing a few gifts under the tree and munching on some homemade cookies and milk in the act. He had to perfect his Santa persona for when Aoi would be able to form memories.

Your real husband conveniently didn’t return until after “Santa” had left, and he even had the audacity to pout about not receiving any gifts from Santa. You had to politely inform him that he was on the naughty list this year, which promptly had Satoru smirking at you.

“Bummer. Santa even forgot to leave me a lump of coal. If only there was another way for me to be punished for being on the naughty list…”

SUGURU

You were dreading Christmas. A new mom with twin baby girls and several houses to go to just didn’t sound like any fun. Of course, your husband, Suguru, would offer to help in any way he could, but you both knew you were going to be exhausted and overstimulated by the end of the day.

“We don’t have to go see everyone.” Suguru murmured into your ear. It was the night before Christmas, and you had just been anxiously carrying on about how badly you didn’t want to get out tomorrow.

His large palm rubbed up and down your arm in a soothing manner as he cradled you in his strong arms. Your head was pressed against his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heart.

“That would be rude.” You murmured.

“As if I’ve ever cared about being rude.” Suguru retorted with a calm smile. He then reached over and flicked off the bedside lamp, cascading your bedroom in darkness.

You two snuggled in each other’s arms, sharing lazy kisses and sweet nothings. It felt like you only managed to blink your eyes before one of your girls were crying over the baby monitor.

Patting the bed next to you, you find nothing but slightly warmed sheets. Geto must’ve already gotten up with the girls. One look at the baby cam has your heart melting.

Your husband’s sleepy eyes are half closed as he has a baby in each arm. He was quietly trying to shush them, speaking softly, “Please, don’t wake up mama. Let her sleep in today, girls. She deserves to rest easy on Christmas.”

You pushed the covers up off of you, unable to resist seeing this moment for yourself. You lean against the nursery doorway as you watch him continue shushing and rocking the twins.

“Merry Christmas, Suguru.” You finally spoke, giving away your presence. Your husband subtly flinched before turning around to meet your gaze.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” He responded before walking over and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I have a surprise for you.” He murmured into your presence.

A crease formed between your eyebrows as you wondered just what he was up to. He carefully nodded towards the window, signaling for you to take a look outside.

The bright light reflecting off the white powdery substance had you shielding your eyes. It must’ve snowed at least 7 inches throughout the night.

“We’re snowed in.” Geto quietly chuckled, pleased with the turn of luck. You two didn’t have to haul the twins to several houses, and you two could just rest easy at home.

NANAMI

Your husband had always been an early riser. He was consistently up earlier than you, even on christmas morning. You were normally really into Christmas, but you never managed to wake up before him.

Even this morning, you drowsily rolled over in your shared bed, trying to find your husband’s presence, but he was no where to be found.

You slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes free from sleep. You were honest surprised that Hana didn’t wake you two up during the night and Yuji hadn’t woke you up either.

Getting out of bed, you see Nanami had already placed your robe and slippers next to the bed for your convenience. You smile before slipping those on and heading downstairs.

“Nanamin, does this bacon need to be flipped?” You hear Yuji’s voice ask. The soft sounds of Bluey playing on the living room TV also fill your ears, and Hana’s soft babbling can be heard as well.

“Yes, go ahead and flip it.” Your husband instructs Yuji. You two had adopted Yuji after the events at Jujutsu Tech. He needed a family, and you two had a loving home that was painfully empty. Now, it was never a dull moment between Yuji and his little sister, Hana.

You quietly creep into the kitchen, and you smile at the sight. Your husband was clad in a white apron that said, “Kiss the chef”. You had gotten it for him long ago, and he still wears it to this day. He was working making some pancakes while Yuji was tending to the bacon.

Hana was in her bouncer chair in the living room. Nanami rarely ever parked her in front of the TV, but walking around with her in a sling wasn’t an option this morning, not when Yuji was frying bacon and she could be popped with it.

“Merry Christmas, you two.” You said, finally announcing your presence. Yuji looked up at you before his lips turned into a pout, and Nanami let out a small chuckle.

“Good morning, darling. You couldn’t sleep for just a few more minutes? Yuji wanted to give you breakfast in bed as a christmas present.” Your husband walked over to you, and he pressed a kiss against your temple.

“Aw, sorry, Yuu. I was excited to see you and Hana open up gifts.” You said with an empathetic smile, and Yuji’s pout vanishes.

“That’s alright! I can give you breakfast on the couch. It’s almost as good as breakfast in bed.” His bright smile quickly returns to him.

“It’s perfect, Yuu.” You say before ruffling his soft pink hair. He was such a good kid. He deserved the world and more.

A little while later, your family was sat upon the couch. Nanami was passing out Christmas gifts. Hana was sat in your lap as you helped her unwrap her gifts. She, of course, wouldn’t remember this, but this would be your favorite memory of all time.

“Let’s give Hana and Yuji another little sibling next Christmas.” You mutter to Nanami as you two watch Yuji and Hana play together on the floor.

“Ew! I heard that!” Yuji pouted, causing for both you and Nanami to laugh.

TOJI

Sweet baby Megumi was just three days old on his first Christmas. You and Toji had been hoping that the doctors were going to finally discharge you and Megumi, so you two could go home on Christmas.

It’s not that you two had any plans. You both came from broken families, but even if you did have family, you two had agreed on no visitors for the first week. You didn’t want to risk Megumi or you getting sick, especially since all the nasty sickness goes around during December.

You two also just wanted to get use to life with a baby. This was your first, and you were young. There was going to be a small adjustment period, and you wanted to worry about that without also worrying about visitors.

Toji was laid up in the hospital bed with you. He didn’t care about the damn policy. His wife just had a baby. He was going to hold her in his arms as much as he could.

Megumi was in your arms, sleeping away peacefully. “He’s got your eyelashes. I’m jealous.” You murmur to Toji as both of you admire your beautiful baby.

“He’s got your mouth.” Toji offered as consolation, and you let out a small giggle.

“That’s all he got from me. I carried him for nine months, and he had the audacity to look like he fell from your ass.” You comment back, making Toji grin down at you.

“Sorry, ma. Those Zenin genes are unfortunately strong.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “If I could have it my way, he would look just like you.”

“No,” You whispered with a heartfelt smile. Tears blurred some of your vision as your hormones were still so out of balance from birthing a child. “He’s perfect. I love him so much already.”

“Don’t cry, ma.” Toji muttered as he used the pad of his thumb to wipe away your tears. This would only be the 20th time you cried over how much you love your son.

A knock at the door startles you both, and your doctor walks in with a pleasant smile. “Merry Christmas, you two.”

“Merry Christmas.” You respond back in a hesitant tone. The thought of the doctor informing both of you that you had to stay another day worried you to no end. Both you and Toji were going stir crazy inside that hospital room.

“I’m sure both of you are ready to take your little bundle of joy home.” The doctor says as he flips through your chart briefly. “So, I’m going to let you go home today.”

Sighs of relief fill the room. It was probably the best Christmas gift you had ever gotten.

Scratch that, seeing Toji do the “hot dad walk” was definitely the best Christmas gift you had ever gotten. He was wearing a black hoodie, carrying a carseat with your son all bundled in, and he was walking out to the car as a nurse pushed you in a wheelchair (you tried denying the wheelchair, but it’s “hospital policy”).

“We’re bad parents.” You cried on the way home. Toji was flabbergasted by how quickly your mood could change.

“We’re not bad parents. Why would you say that, ma?” He asked as he reached over and rubbed your thigh while driving the car. Megumi was peacefully asleep in the back seat.

“We didn’t get our son anything for Christmas.” You mumble through the tears. Megumi was actually due on December 26th, but he decided to come a little early. You two decided that a newborn didn’t need gifts, and you were heavily pregnant, so the idea of wrapping any gifts didn’t spark you any joy.

“Doll, we literally gave him life. Besides, I’ve only known the brat for a couple days. How should I know what to get him?” Toji jokes, trying to make you feel better about the lack of gifts. You let out a small laugh in response.

“I promise, ma. We’ll give him a better Christmas than you and I ever got next year.”

SUKUNA

“My son will worship no false deity. I’m the only god getting worshipper around here.” Sukuna declared as he covered up Ryu’s ears with his hands.

“Santa Claus is not a false deity, Kuna. He’s a fairytale.” You respond back to your husband as you roll your eyes. It’s not even like your sweet baby could even understand what you two were saying about Santa anyways.

It was his first Christmas, and you were trying to introduce both Sukuna and Ryu to the human traditions for the holiday season. It seemed like neither of them were having it.

“Do curses do anything for the winter solstice?” You ask Sukuna, looking up at him from your seat on the floor as you help Ryu unwrap another gift from Santa you and Sukuna.

“We eat a virgin.” The king of curses reply without skipping a beat, causing you to look up at him with disgust and horror. “Oh, don’t worry, flower. You’re safe. I made sure of that long ago.”

You roll your eyes and give him a pity laugh. Sukuna thinks he’s so funny sometimes. “Yeah, I didn’t think anyone would mistake me for a virgin when I have your baby on my hip constantly.”

“You should have another on your other hip.” Sukuna comments with a wolfish grin. Ever since you pushed Ryu, Sukuna had been gunning to get you pregnant again.

“I think one half-curse, half-human baby is enough, Kuna.” You say with a small laugh while jingling a toy in front of Ryu’s face. He giggles happily as he reaches out to grab it from you.

“You’re the only human that gets away with defying me. You know that? I would’ve already dismantled anyone else.” He comments, and you roll your eyes once again. “I should inform Krampus of your disobedience.”

“Wait- curses believe in Krampus?” You ask as you look back up at him, finally intrigued by what he was saying.

“He’s real. There is no believing in him. He goes around and punishes the naughty children, even curse spawn have to worry about Krampus.” Sukuna informed as he propped his head up with his hand and gave a lazy smile. One of his favorite pastimes was teaching you about his culture. He loved how you always listened and absorbed the information while trying to relate it to human culture.

“Isn’t being naughty what curse spawn are meant to be?” You question as you cock an eyebrow. Sukuna gives a low chuckle in response.

“Yes, but they’re still expected to obey their elders as Ryu is expected to obey us.” His large palm gently pats Ryu head, and your son looks up at him with the most innocent of smiles.

Most babies are inherently terrified of Sukuna as if they could sense the danger from him, but Ryu loved his dad and never showed any signs of fear. The sight of you and Ryu playing with toys on Christmas morning was enough for Sukuna’s heart to grow three sizes bigger.

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zepskies · 1 day ago

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Against the Wind - Part 3

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: Merry Christmas! I'm dropping this chapter a day early for you guys. Now, here's the full story, and what Dean is going to do about it…

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates @jacklesversebingo

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Word Count: 3.8K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, mentions of blood, hint of spice.~

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Part 3: Nothing Left to Burn

“We should start heading back,” you say, looking up at the mid-afternoon sky. It was starting to dip toward the top of the trees in the distance. “It’s going to take a couple of hours to get back before nightfall.”

“Yep, it’s about that time.” Your dad groans as he starts to haul himself back to his feet, where you two had been taking a rest against a tree. “Jesus, I need a new pair of knees. Help your old man, would ya?”

You smirk as you help the middle-aged alpha to his feet. His joints pop and his back cracks as he stretches his arms high.

“Damn, Dad. You’re creakier than the trees,” you quip.

He tosses you a wry look. “Just you wait. In a few years, after wrangling a couple of pups, you’re gonna feel my pain.”

“A few years?” you laugh. “Did I miss the part where I actually met a decent guy, let alone one worth mating?”

“Oh, you’ll find him,” your dad nods, slinging his rifle back over his shoulder. “Or he’ll find you, like your mother did with me.”

You follow his lead with your own rifle, falling into step with him through the forest clearing. It’s a beautiful day in late November. Already you can see the edge of frost on the shrubs and half-barren trees. The ground is littered with dead leaves painted in browns, oranges, and dappled with reds.

“You met her in college. It’s not like you guys defied fate,” you say.

“Yeah, but if she hadn’t walked into my psychology class by mistake, and stolen my latte at the campus café, maybe you wouldn’t be here,” he teases.

You huff and roll your eyes. Yes, your parents are a walking cliché. And by far, your dad’s the bigger sap.

“I’m telling you. Sometimes, the universe does us a solid,” he says, reinforcing his point with a literal pointed finger your way. You push it away from your face in exasperation.

“You might wanna watch where you’re going,” you say, “before you roll your ankle on another pebble.”

“You kidding me?” he exclaims. “That thing was the size of my fist! You’re lucky I didn’t break an ankle. Make you carry me all the way back to the car.”

You snort. “Right. Think I’ll just leave you for the bears…”

You trail off when a sound reaches you and your father. The sound of leaves crunching in the underbrush, quick and light. Your father’s shoulders straighten with alertness, the alpha’s head cocking toward the sound.

“Maybe I spoke too soon about the bears,” you whisper. He shakes his head.

“Nah, too light. It’s probably an elk.” He tosses you a smile. “We’ll have one hell of a haul to bring home, plus a good story to tell your mom.”

Your mother, the vegan veterinarian?

“Yeah, because she loves elk meat.”

“Would you quit being a smartass for two minutes? You go a little west. I’ll see where it’s at,” he says.

He quietly wracks his rifle and steps away from the clearing, farther into the woods. You do what he says, veering west. You don’t see the elk, and soon enough, you don’t see your dad either. You do hear a whistling on the wind, and the cold of it cuts right through your coat.

Unease prickles down your spine, though you don’t know why.

“Dad?” you whisper-yell, trying not to spook whatever animal might be out there.

A gunshot rings out, along with your dad’s voice in a shout. Your eyes widen in alarm, and you call his name, taking off in a run to find him.

You end up rising over a hill you hadn’t crossed before, but you see your dad below; you recognize his bright blue puffer jacket that Mom got him for his birthday. You call his name, and he looks up at you with fear in his eyes.

Not for himself, but for you.

“Go, get out of here!” he shouts and waves you off.

“What? What is it?!” you yell.

He shakes his head, like he’s unable to answer your question. “Run! Run and don’t stop!”

He moves further into the denser trees until you can no longer make him out. With a frustrated huff, you sprint down the hill and try to follow his tracks with your gun at the ready. On the wind, in the distance, you still hear his voice.

Until it cuts off abruptly, along with the terrible cracking of bone.

You gasp and halt in your steps. What the fuck was that?

Tears fill your eyes and blur your vision. Despite what you heard, you realize just how very alone you are in the clearing. Fear and adrenaline make your breath tremulous and shallow, but you can’t just give up. You search for a while longer, making yourself hoarse calling out to your father.

No matter what direction you take, you never find him.

“I ran back to town to get the rangers,” you say, brushing a couple of stray tears from your cheeks. You sniff, licking your lips and swallowing a hard lump of emotion in your throat.

Dean continues to listen intently with his brows furrowed.

“It was too late,” you sigh. “He disappeared. They explained it away, thought a grizzly bear got him, but I know it wasn’t a damn bear.”

You shake your head as the tears come harder and faster, all over again. Dean’s jaw clenches in sympathy.

“No one believed me about what I heard, not even my mom,” you confess. Your mother had been too distraught to entertain “anything else.” No matter how strongly you’d felt about your suspicions, you understood that she just wanted to put your father’s death behind her after his funeral. Part of you had stopped believing yourself.

A stronger part of you hadn’t been able to let it go, however. So you had to come back here and try to find any trace of your father.

When you finally run out of words, you see the proverbial gears turning in Dean’s eyes.

“What’re you thinking?” you hazard to ask. You can’t help but reach out and grab at his wrist. “Do you…do you believe me?”

Dean’s gaze softens a fraction. He lays his larger hand over yours.

“Yeah, I do,” he says. “I’m willing to bet on what took him too.”

He squeezes your hand before he lets you go and gets up from his seat. He soon returns with his father’s journal in hand. He reclaims his spot across from you, sitting close to your thigh on the end of the chaise. His gaze falls away from your face to the journal in hand, and he flips it open to a page he knows from memory. You suck in a subtle breath to steel yourself when he turns it toward you—to the very page that had given you nightmares the first night you read it.

Wendigo.

“Nasty son of a bitch,” he says. “It hibernates for decades at a time, but when it surfaces, it knows how to get through long winters like this. It takes a handful of people at a time, feeding on its victims slow.”

You feel sick at that, but still, his words elicit a sliver of hope.

“So there’s a chance he could still be alive,” you say, in a brighter voice. Dean gives you a measured look, dragging a hand over his mouth.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you,” he says. “It’s been months, right?”

You nod, though you realize what he’s saying. Don’t get your hopes up.

“But there’s a chance,” you insist, with tears in your eyes. Dean holds your gaze for a moment, and he nods. He squeezes your knee this time, then shuts the journal with one hand as he moves to stand.

You follow him on your crutches over to the kitchen. He pulls out a drawer and retrieves a folded-up map. Tossing the journal on the kitchen counter, he opens up the map and lays it out flat next to the sink. It’s a map of the mountain, and the entire forest surrounding the mountain of Big Sky. Dean’s eyes flick up to yours.

“Where did it happen?”

Dean has packed up his supplies and put on his winter gear. You watch him from the living room sofa, trying to hide your unease. You know he’s doing this for you, but there’s part of you that doesn’t want to see him leave, for his own sake, and selfishly for yours.

“Try not to go outside again unless you absolutely friggin’ have to,” he warns. “And if you do, don’t go too far. Make sure you take a weapon, preferably a gun and a knife.”

“Dean, I know,” you reply. You get up and hover by the couch while he finishes lacing his snowshoes and hooks his backpack on. You’re unable to hide your concern.

“You shouldn’t be going out there alone,” you say.

Dean tosses you a grin. It has the shade of how he was with you before the “journal” incident—self-assured, a hint teasing.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t exactly my first solo mission,” he says, though his devil-may-care attitude soon subsides into something more serious. “If I’m not back inside a week, you need to ration out the supplies here as best you can. That new meat in the fridge should last you a while.”

By new meat, you have to assume he means the bear.

“When you’re healed up, you can make your way down the mountain and back to town with that map I left for you. Kitchen counter,” he says.

Your frown worsens. You step closer to him with the pretense of closing and locking the front door for him after he leaves.

“Dean,” you say, stopping him at the door. He turns to look at you over his shoulder. You hesitate, fidgeting slightly, but you gain your courage.

“If you don’t come back, I’m going to find you,” you warn him.

Dean frowns. He turns to you fully and tilts his head as if to say, come again?

“No, you’re not, Omega. You understand me?”

His terseness doesn’t scare you anymore. You glare up at him, quite literally standing your ground.

“You didn’t leave me out there when you didn’t even know me. You think I’d do that to you?” you counter.

At that, Dean has to pause, tilting his head slightly. He almost smiles at your stubbornness, and just like that, his annoyance dissipates. It softens him, making him reach for your arm in an assuring squeeze.

“I appreciate the thought, but trust me. I’d rather you look out for you,” he says.

Right now, you don’t really give a shit about what he’d rather, but you don’t say so. It’s written across your face anyway. Dean’s mouth tugs at a smile.

“All right, I’m out,” he says. “Save me some of Yogi in there.”

You huff, but you shut the door behind him after he steps out onto the porch, down the steps, and beyond. You move to the living room window and watch him get farther and farther away from the cabin.

Despite the crackling fireplace, you begin to feel cold inside.

After the first three days, you’ve managed to clean the entire cabin, top to bottom. With the “new meat,” you make a large batch of soup to last you throughout the week. You freeze a couple of servings for Dean.

For when he gets back.

You try to fill up your time in other ways, like attempting, and failing, and trying again more successfully to make bread from scratch. You haven’t binge-watched every season of The Great British Bake-Off for nothing.

Then you organize all of the alpha’s books by author. You wash all the laundry you can find and fold everything neatly on his bed, and you put away the couple of sweaters you’ve borrowed from him into your own dresser.

On Day Four, you create a nest of pillows and blankets in the middle of the living room floor. In your anxiety, it’s a reflex you can’t help. Your initial instinct was to nest in his room, but you thought that was too invasive of his privacy, so the living room was your next best option. At least his scent is still somewhat imbued into his favorite chair, and around his records. (You do steal another shirt of his to sleep with though.)

On Day 8, your worry becomes a living thing. You pace the living room and the kitchen on your crutches, probably wearing down the wooden ends of them while you debate what to do. Despite what Dean told you to do if he didn’t get back, you know you’re not just going to leave him out there. But the reality is, you have a problem of mobility.

With a frustrated huff, you decide to try setting your problem foot down normally. Your ankle hurts, a sharp pain shooting up your calf and nearly sending you to the floor.

“Fuck!” you gasp, both in shock and aggravation.

You know this isn’t just a sprain. At best it could be a fracture, since no bone is protruding under the skin. It still means you shouldn’t go after him either.

But you’ll have to try.

After you manage to clamber back onto your feet using the crutches, you put together some supplies, including the extra med kit in case he’s hurt. (Or in case something happens to you while you’re out there.) This is a bad idea, you think, even as you heave on your jacket.

Then, you hear the sound of a lock turning, before the front door shoves open.

A yelp of surprise escapes you, though you soon realize that it’s Dean, looking worn down and ragged, but alive.

“Home, sweet home,” he says wryly, but he looks relieved to see you too.

You help him sink down onto the chaise, where he stretches out with a groan. He tips his head back on the cushion. His jacket is torn in a few places. Blood has dried on his cheek, his neck, and near his hairline, and you worry about where else he might be hurt.

You quickly go to the kitchen and pour a bowl of warm water and grab a hand towel. You bring it all back to Dean, where you set your supplies on the floor and sit down beside him on the cushion.

“Are you okay?” You try to calm down your racing heart (and the nauseous feeling in your stomach) as you help him work open his jacket, followed by his shirt. Discreetly, your eyes take in the expanse of his tanned skin and pebbling nipples exposed to the cool air, even with the fire roaring nearby.

“Yeah, just peachy,” he says.

You smile a little. You take the towel, dampen it, and begin to clear the blood from his cheek, his neck, and the upper part of his torso—even his scuffed hands. Then you squeegee out the blood in the bowl and continue your task. Dean subtly watches you, his gaze a bit softer than usual.

He eventually looks you over with a frown as he takes in the way you’re dressed, and then the backpack by the door.

“What, about to go for a little afternoon stroll?” His sarcasm turns to annoyance. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put until you can actually walk?”

Your mouth flattens into a line, but any anger you might’ve felt is waylaid by your relief. It brings tears to your eyes.

“I thought something happened to you,” you say.

Dean hesitates. Your hand has stilled on his chest. He softens a little more, grasping your hand in his larger one.

“I’m fine,” he says. “The job’s done.”

Your eyes widen. “You found the…thing? The wendigo?”

His mouth pulls at a cocky grin, tempered only by his tiredness, and the way he’s looking at you. “Sure did. Tried to take a chunk outta my ass, but a little aerosol deodorant and a lighter’s all you need to barbecue that ugly son of a bitch.”

You smile in amusement, but all too soon, it fades.

“Did you find my dad?” you ask.

Dean’s expression sobers as well.

“Yeah, I think so.” His face gentles. “Was he wearing a blue puffer jacket?”

Your lips tremble. As that horrible realization dawns, you break down into tears. You already know from his tone that your father was dead when he found him.

Dean guides you down to him by your shoulder and wraps his arms around you. You bury your face into his neck, and your body shakes with quiet sobs.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your hair. “Believe me, I am.”

He holds you close, warm and secure. He allows you to stay there as long as you need, where you feel safe, even if this world has become a colder, darker place.

After a few minutes longer, your intense sobs begin to subside. You don’t mean to, but you turn your nose into Dean’s neck, scenting him on reflex. It calms you down, but it has the unintended effect of arousing him. The alpha rumbles in pleasure.

You blink in surprise and lean back enough to see his face. Dean’s lips press together as he looks down on you; he seems embarrassed, but you also see the heat reflected in his gaze, so intense in those forest greens. Your face begins to warm in a blush.

He brushes your cheek with his thumb, collecting your tears there. You glance down at his plush lips again, your own parting with a breath. His hand moves to cup your cheek, framing the side of your face. Please…

He finally drags you to him in a kiss.

It’s heady and passionate, and also comforting. Your fingers wind into his hair, your nails scraping along his scalp. He growls as his arm tightens around your waist. You shiver in delight.

You press a hand to the center of his chest, giving you leverage to rise up and slide your thigh over his legs. There you sink into his lap. Your breasts pillow against his chest when you lay on top of him, your elbows digging into the cushion on either side of his head. His hands move down your body, feeling down your sides, squeezing your hips, and then your ass. You hum into his mouth and roll your hips into his. Already you feel him hardening through his jeans.

But somehow he breaks away from your kiss, even though your hands are still in his hair.

“Sorry…we can’t do this,” he says, with difficulty.

He sits upright and nearly makes you fall over in the process. He grabs your arm before you tip over, but he keeps himself at arm’s length from you after you’re forced to slide off his lap, sitting on the end of the chaise instead. Your eyes glisten with hurt and confusion.

“Why?” is all you can ask.

He doesn’t want to answer.

“Dean?” you ask, inching towards him. He raises a hand to keep you at bay.

“Just…it’s not a good idea, okay?” he says, with the clenching of his jaw.

That cuts into you even more. Your heart pulses with pain.

“Do you know what your scent is to me?” you ask, in a voice slightly trembling. You glance at the fireplace that has dimmed to embers. “It’s better than that fire at full blaze. Every time I went camping with my dad, that’s what I loved the most. Sitting by that fire, talking, laughing, and for the millionth time, telling the story of when I gave my sister micro bangs in her sleep when I was ten.”

You wipe a stray tear from your eye, but you respect the distance he’s put between you two.

“The second I met you, I knew what this was,” you say. “I think you know it too.”

Dean shakes his head. His face betrays his wariness, his desire, and his obstinance.

“Look…even if that’s true, you don’t want this with me,” he says. His handsome face becomes marred by a frown, his brows knitting together. “I don’t even own this place. Besides my car, I ain’t got much of anything to give.”

You shake your head in dismay. “I know that’s not true.”

“I’m not bullshitting,” he says. “Listen…I’ve never had much. And what I did have, I found a way to lose. I’ve let my people down. Just about everyone I’ve ever…”

You can’t help but reach out a hand for him, your heart hurting, but he leans away, pressing himself back against the seat. It cuts even deeper into you; now though, you wonder if it’s because he feels the same gut feeling you do when he’s this close—close enough to touch, but almost afraid of the burn.

“They’ve been hurt, almost always because of me.” His voice shakes imperceptibly, with a wry, humorless turn of his lips. “So take it from me, sweetheart. You’ll wanna steer clear.”

“Dean,” you say. You expel a breath, digesting his words, while thinking of what you want to say.

“I’ve never not felt safe with you,” you confess. “Even when I screwed up and drove you crazy, I’m sure, I knew you’d never hurt me. The same way I know…”

You reach out a tentative hand to lay in the center of his chest, over his heart. Your thumb brushes the edge of his strange tattoo, over the dark ink in his skin.

“You’re my mate. My one, true mate��in this world,” you say, meeting his eyes. “And I want to know you.”

You see inner conflict in the depths of Dean’s eyes, dark green and troubled. You take a chance and lean in, brushing your cheek against his, nuzzling, laying a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Omega,” he warns, but the grit in his voice has little heat.

Or at least, it’s heat of a different kind, as his strong hands once again find your waist. They hold you still, but also hold you to him. Your gentle affection is making him ache, deep in the shadowy cavern of his chest. He’d never admit it, but loneliness had set in there, burrowed deep with a stronghold on his heart. Without knowing, you’ve been carving it out with those gentle hands.

You now slide your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, warm palms on his skin.

“Alpha, I want to know you,” you insist. Quiet, but steady, your voice is a mere brush of words near his ear, against his cheek. “Please.”

Dean’s brows furrow as he briefly shuts his eyes tight. With your whispered plea, the brittle chain of his restraint finally snaps free.

He cradles the back of your head and guides you back into a feverish kiss.

AN: Sorry to cut it off there lol, but the big (steamy) finale is coming up next week! Perhaps a little earlier than Friday. 😘

Next Time:

“Were you nesting, Omega?” he teases, between the sinful meetings of his lips with yours. You hum your affirmation before his tongue swipes across your lower lip, seeking entrance.

You open yourself to him in more ways than one; you slip your hands across his naked shoulders and explore the smooth planes of muscle, the dips and softness in between. You encourage him to lower down, to cover you with the length and broadness of his frame. His weight is a welcome one between your thighs and against the softness of your body.

“Was worried about you,” you whisper a confession against his lips. Dean briefly pauses, meeting your eyes.

“Thanks for waiting up,” he says, with a hint of a smile.

Your lips curve upwards in return.

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plutonicbees · 2 days ago

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we talk about "yj killed santa!" "yj watched santa die!" "yj let santa get exploded by an evil meteor!"

but we need to further discuss the fact that they then took it upon themselves to deliver all of santa's presents---and they weren't even able to finish until march

so, how do you think they went about it?

I imagine they really tried their hardest until the new year (or the end of somebody's winter break), at which point it just became a kind of chore list between school and missions and shit

there were probably spreadsheets and schedules to get it done asap but the thing about having to do all that on top of being a superhero and a teenager---is that a schedule would mean absolutely nothing; procrastination. world ending shit. weird ass super shit. the general maladies of being teen aged.

in my mind, they tried doing team deliveries via the super-cycle before realizing that they should really just split up, at which point the brunt of it fell to bart, kon, and cassie. cue cartoon image of bart running with a comically large backpack. but tim or cissie could take the super-cycle and carry larger deliveries and greta likes to tag along on those rides.

also, having to leave the house to do all that?? max would absolutely think bart is fucking with him and trying to get out of doing his schoolwork. helena would just sit down like. nobody told me having a superhero daughter would involve the aftermath of santa's fiery death. what did I do to deserve this. I can't even imagine this being a lie because it would be the most insane lie ever. I don't even care if you're just trying to go out with your friends because what was that story. and then there's tim on a faraway mission with dick or bruce just going "hey I need to make a delivery, dw abt it ahaha" and then fucking off to do his santa shit. absolutely does not bring it up.

do you think cissie was still on the team by the end of those 3-ish months? did they hold her to being a santa helper even when she left?

consider the implications !!!!

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alexvolleyball · 17 hours ago

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🧸ྀི A man! 🧸ྀི

What lads men doing for you?

characters: Sylus; Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes. Requests are open!!!

It's New Year's Eve in four days. I would love for you to decorate my Christmas tree!

warnings: Mentioning clubs, drunk people, clingy men, kids, not highly toxic jokes.

Sylus:

• He won’t let you feel uncomfortable.

• Is the club music too loud? Sylus will throw out the DJ to lower the volume.

• Is the company unpleasant? He will wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you away.

• Is some guy staring at you strangely? Sylus will take care of him without hesitation.

• Today was another visit to the club. You didn’t give Sylus a heads-up, and now you regret it. You’ve had too much to drink and are struggling to walk. It feels like you might break your ankles in these heels. Leaning against the wall of a tall building, you touched your hot face with an equally warm hand. Your eyes struggled to make sense of the figures around you.

• “Hey, gorgeous! Need some help?” a strange male voice called out. The stranger stood too close, his hands already reaching for your shoulders when suddenly, black and red threads wrapped around him and lifted him away.

• “Keep your filthy hands to yourself.” Oh, that voice—you could recognize it anywhere. Your man arrived just in time, as always. You heard the man's screams, the crack of bones, and Sylus’s heavy footsteps. “Here I am saving you again, kitten.”

• “Sylus?” You swayed and fell right into his arms. “I missed you so much!” To be honest, Sylus likes it when you’re drunk because you become quite clingy. “These stupid heels hurt! Can I take them off?”

• He supported you with one hand while the other removed his shoes. Then he crouched down and placed you on his knee. Sylus began to take off your heels and slipped on his shoes instead. “Is this better?” he asked, gently standing while holding your heels.

• “Oh! So comfortable!” You clapped your hands joyfully, and in response, he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead.

Xavier:

• He always walks ahead of you, shielding you with his broad back.

• As one of the top Hunters, Xavier takes on the most perilous missions. When you join him on assignments, he turns into a protective hen. “Hold on. I’ll check it out.” Or “Shh, there’s someone over there. I’ll handle it; you stay put.” Or “Don’t interfere; I’ve got this.” At first, it stung, making you feel like a burden. But that couldn’t be further from the truth! Xavier just wants to keep you safe and sound.

• His worry for you even led him to argue with his superiors. When they refused to make any changes (Xavier believes you should get easier tasks), he got angrier than ever before.

• It seems that Hunter has everything under wraps, but when it comes to his beloved, he just can’t keep his emotions at bay.

• He protects you even during casual strolls. Xavier is always alert, ready to take on any threat just so you’re okay.

• When unfamiliar guys approach, he draws you in closer and shoots them a cold glare. With that displeased look, he wards off anyone who dares to come near. “Wow, you’ve really got a jealous streak!” you chuckle, watching him shoo away yet another suitor.

• “Jealous?”

• “Well, it’s when you think that someone you care about might go off with someone else. You’re deeply attached, and you feel a pang when someone tries to steal your partner. Something like that.” You smile awkwardly, realizing how silly it sounds.

• “Yeah, probably.” Xavier’s words hit home. “I’d protect you from anyone in this world.” He gently brushed your cheek and pulled you closer. “Especially from men who have their eyes on my treasure.” His soft lips brushed against yours. Through that tender kiss, he tries to convey what he can’t say aloud.

Zayne:

• This doctor won’t let you lift anything heavy.

• Heading to the store? He’ll tag along to haul all those bulky bags for you.

• Want to move the couch to make the room look nicer? Better step aside. Zayne will handle it all.

• Right now, you’re secretly trying to drag heavy boxes filled with useless junk up to the attic without your husband knowing. But you miscalculated the distance from the wall and crashed into it, sending the boxes tumbling. The racket alerted your husband, and he surveyed the scene with a disapproving look. “Why didn’t you call for me?” First, he helped you up, then you both gathered everything that tumbled out of the boxes back inside. After a heavy sigh, he stacked the boxes and lifted them effortlessly. Once everything was stowed away in the attic, Zayne came back down to you. “So, why didn’t you tell me?”

• “You were busy working, and I didn’t want to bother you.”

• “And that’s why you thought it was a good idea to do this on your own? Y/N, you’re my woman. You shouldn’t be doing all the heavy lifting when I’m around.” He pulled you into his chilly embrace, but the warmth of your body soon turned it cozy. “You could’ve hurt your back or worse.” Zayne pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

• “Sorry for worrying you.”

• “It's all good,” he sighed. “But don’t let it happen again. The mother of my future children needs to stay healthy.” He smiled and ruffled your hair.

• “Mother of your future children?”

• “You thought you could get away from me? Not a chance. I want to build a family with you. I want kids, and only with you.” Zayne's words made you blush. Despite his serious nature, he loves to playfully tease you just to see the flustered look on your face.

Rafayel:

• He always opens doors for you and pulls out your chair like a true gentleman.

• This man is far too glamorous and sophisticated for this world.

• Today, like usual, he decided to take you to the most upscale restaurant. You’ve realized time and again that in his suit, Rafayel is just too hot to handle.

• He loves it when your outfits match; it shows everyone around that you’re a genuine, loving couple.

• As he opened the car door, he waved his hand gallantly, inviting you to hop in. You laughed, lifted the hem of your dress, and slipped into the car.

• Once you arrived, the artist was the first out, opening your door and helping you out. Wrapping your arm around his, you beamed and rested your head on his shoulder. “Today, you’re glowing with happiness—it’s nauseating,” your husband joked, pretending to feel ill.

• “Oh, you rascal! I’m just…” you turned away, slightly embarrassed. “I’m just happy to have you with me.”

• “Ah, that’s it!” He said, holding the door open and ushering you inside. “How adorably sweet!” The artist chuckled, and as you made your way to the table, he pulled out your chair, sat you down, and scooted you in. “In that case, order whatever your heart desires, babe! Let’s blow this card’s limit!” He slapped the table, placing his credit card beside your hand.

• “Wow, what a surprise!” You feigned amazement. As you browsed the menu, you sneaked glances at your man. Rafayel met your gaze. “Why are you staring so hard?”

• “I love you.”

• “What?”

• “I said, ‘hurry up and order.’ I’m starving over here.” You noticed his ears turning red, and with a giggle, you intertwined your fingers with his. Rafayel looked at your hands, half-lidded eyes taking in the moment. He brushed his thumb over your knuckles and gently raised your hand to his lips, kissing it. “I want to spend my life taking you to fancy restaurants.”

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luciforming · 1 day ago

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Special Treatment, or, are you really going to keep fighting him?

Tags: noncon, mean Simon Riley

After you come, there is no reprieve. No peace in the aftermath.

"There you go…That’s my good girl." Simon murmurs approvingly, a devilish satisfaction and smugness threading through each word. "Fought so hard only to find out how fuckin' good it feels to let Dad take care of you, yeah?"

Because you know he wants more.

You try to close your legs, but can't, blocked by the slabs of muscle spreading them apart. Your cheek smears over the puddle formed by your drooling. A stray, torn thread from the sheets flossed between your teeth from biting down.

"Can't, no more." you croak, voice hoarse from crying.

He chuckles, cooing. "Oh, baby, you're so cute when you're flustered." he teases, his fingers slowly coming to a stop. His fingers slip out with a gush, only to crack across a cheek with a wet sound. The sound that comes out of you is pitchy, stuttering like a cold start.

"Should be thanking me," His mitt spans half your ass, thumb and slick fingers grope your flesh greedily. Parting your flesh enough to spy your other hole, untouched and twitching as the thought of him changing that. "Not every girl gets the full attention of their dad like you do."

His weight lists against yours, despite what care he grants to hold himself up on one hand. A big mitt enveloping yours on the mattress. He leans, planting a kiss on the skin beneath your ear.

"Maybe not tonight, but one day, you'll get on your knees, cute arse in the air, beggin' dear old Daddy for his cock. And when that day comes…" He shifts, and the hard heat of him settles into the cleft of your ass. "…I'll give it t'ya so good that you'll forget why you ever fought me on it."

Your face burns, humiliation stinging your eyes with the threat of another wave of tears. "No, I won't." you squeak in protest, but the quiver in your voice only makes him laugh again.

"Think ya can tell Dad what he can and can't do?" The world spins as he wrestles you to your back, laughably easy. His palm presses you down by your collarbones, thumb playing at the divot of your throat. The other slips down your sweat-coated belly, over its slight curve to find your stinging and sensitive bud. The wounded noise his pinching wrenches from you is utterly undignified. As pointless as a lamb’s bleating when a coyote snatches it from a field.

“Silly girl. Even your soft, dumb bits know better,” the heel of his hand grinds over your folds, skin catching calluses just right. A finger knocks at your already battered door. It dips in, just the tip. “Now, you really gonna keep fightin’ me, or are you ready to be a good girl for Daddy?”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #tw noncon #dddne #tw daddy kink #luc fic

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writing-blog-iguess · 3 days ago

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Online Matchup 12

Summery: Something seems to be going on with Jason. Instead of pushing him, Y/n lets him be and talks to friends.

Warning: swearing

I Tag list: @teapartydreams @adorabluesposts

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A/n: Happy holidays! Have a filler, it’s a little angsty but it ends in a happy. I know I've been just posting just this pic. I'm having a bit of a hard time ending the other fics but hope to get them done in January. That is my goal.

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March 22

Y/N (7:37 am)

How’d it going today?

Y/n (8:58am)

I burnt my breakfast

I don’t even know how that happened

I looked away for a minute and the next thing I know

The smoke detector went off and there’s smoke in the kitchen

I’m so sad

Now I don’t have anything to eat and I’m late for school

Y/n (10:00am)

I am not sure why I thought getting my engineering degree was a good idea

Nothing my teacher is saying is making sense

I want to go home

Y/N (1:28pm)

So, classes are done but now I have to work

With the amount of sleep I didn’t get

Work is the last thing I want to do

Y/n (3:43pm)

I made another fire again today

Downside, they docked my pay a little

Upside, I get to go home early today

So there’s that

Y/n (4:39 pm)

I hope you’re doing okay

Y/n (5:04 pm)

Hey Steph?

Is Jason okay?

Stephanie

What do you mean?

Y/n

I don’t know

I haven’t heard from him today

I just want to know if he’s okay

Stephanie

He hasn’t talked to you at all today?!.

Y/n

No, and we didn’t get into a fight

Did something happen?

Stephanie

Yeah, but I don’t think I’m the one who should tell you

Y/n

Yeah I understand

There are some things he hasn’t told me

I know that much

Stephanie

I’m sorry

Y/n

No worries

But could you tell me if he’s doing okay whenever you see him?

Stephanie

Of course

Y/n (5:14 pm)

Do you think you’ll see Jason today?

Roy

Um, I’m on my way to him now

How’d you know?

Y/n

Wild guess

I know he’s dealing with something but I don’t know what

Could you tell him I’m here for him if he ever needs me?

Roy

Why can’t you tell him yourself?

Y/n

He hasn’t been talking to me today

And I didn’t want to push if he doesn’t want to talk

The last time we went no contact, we both pushed each other away

Roy

That asshole

Y/n

Just be nice when you see him

Roy

I was

But now I should give him shit for what he’s putting you through

Y/n

No don’t

This is nothing compared to whatever Jason is going through

Roy

If I didn’t know better

You already know what’s he going through

Y/n

But I don’t

I just know that it’s bad if he’s not talking to anyone right now

Roy

You really care about him huh?

Y/n

I’m not afraid to admit it

Roy

Good

Jason needs someone like you on his side

I’m glad he has you

You threw your phone on the couch after reading Roy’s message, and bit your thumbnail in thought. Roy’s words had a deeper meaning now then before you knew the whole truth. And wondered if they would hold the same weight after they realized you went behind Jason’s back to find the truth.

It wasn’t something you needed to worry about now. There was something more pressing and you weren’t sure what to do but wait.

Sighing, you stood from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. After eating supper, you retrieved your laptop from your room and set it on the table.

Staring at it for a good minute or two, you made up your mind and turned it out. Once logged in, you went through the motions and found yourself in the Batcomputer again.

There was nothing for you to do but watch and wait. And that’s what you did for the rest of the night, you watched and listened as they talked out plans and watched as Oracle fought against the Calculator.

Scared of being discovered, you were debating whether or not you should leave. But you couldn’t, not until you knew Jason was okay.

But the decision was made for you when Oracle forced both you and Calculator when she rebooted her system. You gave her credit and wondered why she didn’t do that earlier.

With nothing to do, you slumped against your chair and hoped everything turned out in their favour.

“Jason you have a minute?” Roy called as the Outlaws made their way out of the building with Riddler in tow. Jason nodded, and the two of them branched off from their friends.

”What’s up?” Jason asked when they were far enough away from prying ears.

“Have you talked to Y/n lately?” Roy asked, and Jason flinched at the mention of you. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Are they doing okay?” Jason asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Roy shrugged and said he didn’t know. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Exactly that, I don’t know,” he answered, “I just know that they’re really worried about you and wanted you to know that they’re there if you need them.”

“I’ll always need them,” Jason said without a second thought.

“That’s probably something you need to tell them, not me,” Roy said and looked towards their friends. “Look, everything seems to be okay here now. And I doubt Batman needs our help right now.”

“Probably because he’s being a stubborn asshole,” Jason muttered and Roy ignored it with a shake of his head.

“Why don’t you go see Y/N?” Roy suggested, “it would ease their mind a bit.” Jason shook his head at the thought.

“Not yet,” he said, “not until we deal with Joker. The last thing I need or want is for Joker to find Y/N.”

“Fair enough. Then at least answer their texts,” he said, “that’s something you can do without Joker knowing.”

“Suppose you’re right,” Jason said, sighing in defeat.

“I’m always right,” Roy said, gaining a laugh out of his friend.

“Not always,” he said and walked off towards his bike. He pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his messages, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Jason (12:35 am)

You set two things on fire today

One might think you’re a pyromaniac

Y/n (1:09 am)

I am no such thing

i set ONE thing on fire and burnt my eggs

There is a difference

Jason

No I don’t think so

It’s the same thing

Y/n

Well then I guess your seeing a pyromaniac

Jason

I’ve dated worst things

Y/n

Ex-fucking-cuse me?

What could possibly be worse than a pyromaniac?

Jason

A serial killer

Y/n

YOU DATED A SERIAL KILLER?

Jason

Okay, not technically

Y/n

What does that mean?!

Jason

Means she was apart of the league of assassins

And given that their job description is basically their title

It's the same thing

Y/n

I can feel you shrugging like its not a big deal

But it is

And I worry for you and your taste of women

Jason

There’s nothing wrong with my taste in women

Y/n

Says the guy who dated a women who kills for a living

And me, who’s and I’m quoting here

a ‘pyromaniac’

Jason

Nothing wrong with a little arson

Y/n

My goodness

Judging by that statement alone, I think you’re the pyromaniac

Jason

Well, I mean I have done a little arson myself

So I’m not one to judge

Y/n

……

Jason

Wow, six dots

I must really made an impression

Y/n

You’re lucky your pretty

Jason

I knew it

You’re only into me because of my looks

Y/n

-_-

I’m going to bed

Jason

No, no no wait

I went a little to far, I’m sorry

Y/n

You’re forgiven

Can I call you? Or are you too busy for that?

Jason

Not busy persay, just I’m with my friends and I’m not yet ready for you to meet them

Y/n

Afraid I’ll run away?

Jason

Something like that

Sometimes they can be a little too much

And protective

Other then that, I wouldn’t mind hearing your beautiful voice

Y/n

Oof, maybe I should go to bed

I’m red like a tomato

Jason

Sounds like a sight to see

Y/n

I’m sure it is

…

Are you okay?

And don’t just saying something cheesy like

Jason

I’m better now that I’m talking to you

Y/n

You son of a bitch

I told you not to say something like that

Smooth fucker

Jason

But I am telling the truth

Something came up last night that triggered something

I had to leave town for the day, but my friends showed up and we talked.

Roy said something about you being worried

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you

I just, I needed to deal with it before I could see you or talk to you

Y/n

No I get

Probably didn’t help with all my messages

But I’m glad you’re feeling better

Still dealing with it?

Jason

Yeah

But once it’s done, I’ll come and see you

Promise

Y/n

Take your time with it, I don’t mind the wait

I’m just glad you to hear from you

Jason

I’m so glad I met you

Y/n

Me too

#jason todd x reader #online match up #jason todd #batman imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x gn!reader #my writing

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hwonnrinji · 16 hours ago

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plsplspls since it's sweater season can you make a Yoonchae × fem!reader fic inspired by the song "Heather" by Conan Gray???

help i was gonna make a sophia ver but anything for my bias 🫶

IT'S JUST POLYESTER ; 윤채

jeong yoonchae x fem!reader

{ synopsis } : you're madly in love with yoonchae. too bad she's in love with your best friend. right? right??

{ tags/extra } : unrequited love/one-sided love.. or so you think, eunchae and haerin cameo (haerin's the bsf but we're not gonna dive into that), it's angsty, so it's angsty, not proofread...

{ a/n } : felt like shit so i wrote shit. p.s. it's a little off prompt but yall see the parallel?? anyways it's 2:30am and i need sleep

@lararajjj @ohmyhaely @ninguitar @strwwjj @jwyproperty

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now playing : heather - conan gray

⤷ "only if you knew

how much i liked you"

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you knew this look all too well. you saw how sparks lit up in her eyes when she saw her. you saw how her lips parted in awe when she walked over. you clench your fists that hung by your side, your knuckles almost turning white by how hard your fists were balled up.

"what a sight for sore eyes," she mumbles.

of course. who wouldn't think of such thing when a girl that pretty walks up to you.

"what, you think she's pretty, yoonchae?" you ask, but it sounded a little sarcastic. you clear your throat to hide the bitter tone. yoonchae didn't pay any mind to your sour voice, nodding along to your question. you suppress a scoff

"she's got you mesmerized, huh?" you're dying inside, at this point.

"i think so," she admitted, a shy smile displayed on her lips when haerin finally approaches and attempted to strike a conversation with yoonchae. it's successful. it always is.

but haerin, oh, haerin.

she has always been the prettier best friend, always gaining the attention of your crushes left and right. she's a good friend, nonetheless, making it her mission to reject every one of them that confess to her. maybe it was out of pity, maybe it was out of girl code, but you can't help and feel disheartened. now you find yourself in the same situation with yoonchae that you swore you would prevent from happening.

you and yoonchae weren't anything. maybe more than friends, less than lovers, but it's never something. no, possibly even nothing at all. one kiss at a party during spin the bottle isn't special. you both had to or else you'd have to embarrass yourselves. it's just the game rules. yet, why did her gaze linger on you throughout and after the whole ordeal? why did her voice get softer with you but not everyone else? you weren't even half as pretty as haerin. so why?

tears of frustration mixed with sadness welled up in your eyes when you saw quick yoonchae got comfortable with haerin, how her voice was the same as the day of the party, how her eyes were identical to seeing you in her sweater for the first time. you let out a shaky breath, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.

"are you cold?" you hear yoonchae ask. you look up to see yoonchae already fumbling to take off her sweater. the same sweater she let you wore last year. how ironic.

"just a little. it's december after all." haerin responds with a tone so gentle and warm that it gags you. yoonchae gives her the sweater, and out of politeness, haerin took it. you don't realize there's a scowl on your face until your eyebrows became sore from frowning too much, it's just polyester, you remind yourself. but you already know yoonchae liked– no, likes haerin better.

in your seventeen years of life, you've never wanted to be someone more. now you find yourself wishing to be haerin.

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you watch as haerin stands with her, holding her hand. you decided to save yourself from whatever this was by pretending to be busy for the day. you weren't. you just didn't want to bear the pain of seeing yoonchae being glued to the hip with haerin. you grimace as yoonchae put her arm around haerin's shoulder, leaving you to reminisce about the last time yoonchae did that for you, all because the wind was too strong for winter.

now you're getting colder the longer you stare at just how close those two were from afar. the lack of an arm around your shoulder, or the warm hands of yoonchae's holding yours, made you more fragile to the intense breeze.

despite everything you feel, you can never find yourself to actually look at haerin with disdain. she's been with you since a pacifier was in your mouth, and she's the sweetest, most angel like girl to ever exist, so why do you wish she was dead? no, no, dead is overly strong. maybe disappear is the word you're looking for. wait, no, not quite. there are times when haerin is the only person to understand you, so to have her disappear wouldn't benefit anybody.

just then, yoonchae turned around, immediately spotting you from across the quad. she eagerly waved you over, a huge smile on her face just from seeing you alone. maybe there was something to your relationship with yoonchae.

maybe, maybe, maybe–

oh? who was that?

you briefly ignore yoonchae's attempts at getting you to come over, swiveling your head to look at who just walked past you, and lord, it was like an angel was sent from heaven just for you. your eyes were fixated on hers and it seems like she felt your gaze as well, seeing how she looked back and smiled at you. that smile can light up a world.

from across the quad, yoonchae and haerin both watched as you get enthralled by that smile. the look in your eyes is sickening, sickeningly sweet to haerin, sickeningly disgusting to yoonchae. yoonchae has no idea why she felt that way, but the way your eyes locked onto the girl walking past you instead of on her ticked her off a bit. haerin, of course, notices the lack of responses from yoonchae and looked at the girl to see her absolutely glaring at whoever caught your attention.

haerin chuckles and lightly tap yoonchae on the shoulder. "you look like you've just seen your enemy." it's too soon for 'enemy' to be placed as a title on the girl. maybe potential competition would best fit.

back on your end, the girl approached you. wait. was that right? a girl that pretty approaching you? your lips parted in awe at such duality the girl held, how handsome she looked, yet how gorgeous she presented herself. "i like your hoodie." she told you. even her voice, which was on a lower register, sounded magical.

"wha– me?" you look down at your plain white hoodie, wondering how anyone can like such a piece of clothing.

now yoonchae's scowling, the wrinkles on her forehead could've been permanent if haerin didn't tell her to give it a rest. she could hear the conversation from a mile away. your hoodie was just ordinary. there's nothing special to it other than the white color. maybe it was just like your relationship with yoonchae. "please, that hoodie is nothing special,"

"this hoodie is nothing special." it was, indeed, special. yoonchae had bought it for you for christmas, and you wore it the entirety of the skii trip you went on. both of you didn't know why you said what you said but it didn't sit right with neither of you. the girl gave you her number and bid goodbye to catch up with her friends. you learn her name is eunchae. hong eunchae. it rolled off your tongue perfectly.

you rush over to haerin and yoonchae to share the interaction you just had as if they didn't witness it, haerin jumping in joy with you. yoonchae bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from speaking wrongly, offering a forced smile instead. you stopped your rambling to look at eunchae while yoonchae kept her eyes on you. deep down, even with eunchae showing interest in you, you still wished yoonchae looked at you like that. and deep down in yoonchae's brain, she wished it was her who got you all flustered.

'i wish i was haerin.'

'i wish i was eunchae.'

#jeong yoonchae x reader #yoonchae imagines #yoonchae x reader #jeong yoonchae #yoonchae #katseye #katseye fic #katseye imagines #newjeans #newjeans haerin #kang haerin #le sserafim #hong eunchae #le sserafim eunchae #kpop imagines #kpop fic #kpop gg #kpop #hwonnrinji

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thezombieprostitute · 3 days ago

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Hey! Merry Christmas (if you celebrate, if not, then an amazing day anyway.)

Would you be up to writing a cute little fluffy thing with Jake? Like really fluffy, supper, amazing, most fluffy? Maybe where you’re having a not perfect day but knowing that Jake is waiting with his homemade cookies or hot chocolate and the best hugs ever?🥺🥺

If not it’s fine too! Hope you have an amazing day!🥺❤️

Jake wakes up in the middle of the night and reaches over to where you should be. He frowns when he finds your side of the bed empty. Slowly, carefully, he gets out of bed to find you, making sure to put on his glasses so he doesn't trip.

He finds you in the living room, sitting on the couch, facing away from him. Your eyes are focused on the Christmas tree, all lit up. He thinks he sees your eyes glistening in the light and gently touches your shoulder, getting your attention.

"Oh, sorry babe," you tell him. "Just...just couldn't sleep."

He sits next to you and holds you tight in his arms. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I'm just...this holiday used to be so much fun and now it feels like it's all just stress, you know?" He nods as he gives you a gentle squeeze. "I'm too tired but also too awake and I'm feeling so...I don't even know."

Jake kisses the top of your head. "I have an idea, if you're up for it."

"Yeah?"

"Let's wait up for Santa!"

"What?"

"Like when you were a kid? We get ourselves all sugared up and declare we're finally gonna catch Santa in the act!"

You giggle at the idea. "Where are we gonna get enough sugar?"

"I was gonna save this for a surprise tomorrow," he says as he gets up from the couch. "But I think this warrants an early gifting."

He returns from the kitchen with a box of homemade sugar cookies, each with frosting!

"Jake! You made those?! They're my favorites!"

"Yup. It took me all day, but I knew it would be worth it."

You wrap your arms around him and give him several kisses of appreciation.

"And I've got the stuff make hot cocoa," he adds, when you finally let him breathe. "Real hot cocoa, not the powder stuff."

Your eyes soften with happy tears, "thank you!"

"So, you're up for joining me in waiting for Santa?"

"Hell yeah! We're gonna get on the naughty list, but it'll be worth it!"

Jake takes your hand in his. "Partners in crime!"

Just as you and Jake both knew, the two of you overdosed on sugar and ended up crashing on the couch soon after, smiles on both of your faces.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

#zombie asks #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x gn!reader

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ziminy · 2 days ago

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The beauty in beast pt.2

How to not break a curse

Tags: smut, mdni, f!beast reader, bounty hunter!Toji, not so enemies anymore but also not so lovers, dark themed, a bit of delusion here and there, kinda angst I guess? (I have no idea what to call this), choking, he's teaching you how to be rough, hair pulling, creampie, slapping, Toji being a freak, marking, you almost get caught, public s(e)x,

Author's note: someone hold back my demons, please

Pt1 masterlist kinktobermastelist

At this point, the whole castle knew about you two, about the way you sneak and fool around. How you would laugh while following the bounty hunter to the closest room and then come out of it some time later looking like a total mess. How you would still cuss at him, and yet, this time it felt different. It wasn't the same old hatred you were showering him in, now it was concerned and somehow actually caring a bit.

You changed and everyone in that place noticed it. Your servants were following you discreetly, waiting and even trying to help you two get on a more personal level. But no matter how hard they tried, there was still a big invisible wall between the two of you.

Even Toji noticed the way you're acting, and he didn't cared. He didn't even bat an eye when you stopped acting like a scared cat and open up more. He pretended to not see how you slowly started to welcome him more, the pushing stopped and now you were a lot more calmer.

He misses the way you would fight, how you didn't stepped down until it escalated too much, or how you would look at him right in the eyes and fearing nothing, not even death.

That was your charm, and now he's afraid he took that away.

When he would sneak inside your chamber late at night, you didn't flinch, and even after you were done you would peacefully go to sleep, acting like everything was normal.

Perhaps this was normal, opening up and letting somebody in your life, not fearing when they might kill you. That's what normal people do, no? Find someone that you could trust, being able to close your eyes at ease without thinking twice of it.

But he didn't, he would look at you, still thinking of when he should pull his gun out and pull the trigger. He was still looking at the silverware and thinking where he should stab you with that fork. There wasn't a single situation where he couldn't kill you with ease. Even so, he would take your hand in his, looking down at you and parade with you around the estate. He would escort you from room to room and sit silently as he looked at you doing your work.

He didn't thought of it before, but now he gets it. Why was the castle in such a good shape, why your servants didn't blame you for anything even though you don't let a single day pass without cursing yourself for what you did to them. You took good care of your people, making sure no one is feeling left behind until this ugly curse is broken.

Did you consider him as yours? Hah, what a joke. He can't help but laugh just thinking about you trying to protect him the way you do to your people. You might even put him on a pedestal, put a glass over his head to protect him from any danger and probably sleep with him right next to your head.

Weren't you a cute one?

Unfortunately for you, he doesn't like that kind of attention. So you'll have to hold your horses in place if you still want to see him.

"What are you looking at?" you said, a bit annoyed at the way he kept staring at you from the other side of the room. You were trying to work and he kept distracting you.

He didn't said a thing, looking at you just like the way he did before. He probably didn't even heard you. What did you expect from him to begin with?

You roll your eyes, shaking your head in disappointment and looking back at the papers in front of you. He insisted that he wanted to be there while you're working and yet look at him.

Somehow, just after you stopped giving him attention he finally came back to reality. If he kept annoying you will you snap on him? A grin appeared on his face just at the thought of it. Well, he can try. It been too boring lately and he's afraid he might have to go back home with your head sooner than he would like to.

He got closer to your desk, throwing his gun on your papers and dragging a chair on the opposite side of the wooden furniture. "This again?" you raised an eyebrow, getting used to his empty threats.

"I have to go home with a beast taken out." he said, looking at the way you kept eyeing the gun. "Tell me about that curse of yours." always so straight forward, he had no idea what discreet even means.

"A witch cursed me." pretty much obviously, but you didn't elaborate.

"And? Did you killed her or what?" him and his mind. Always chosing violence for some reasons. "You really let her walk away?" he didn't understood you. A witch harmed you, placing a curse upon you and changing the people you love into house objects. That was more than enough reasons to want to get back at her. You were too soft, and it's getting on his nerves. Why can't you go all the way out when people are doing you wrong? Even now, you're clearly uncomfortable, you don't want to talk about it and all you're doing is avoiding eye contact, looking at your papers like they're a plausible excuse. "Choke me." he said, now waiting to see what you'll do next.

You looked at him in shock, mouth open and yet nothing came out of it. You looked like you could slap him in that moment, and again, you didn't. But he could help you. He would happily let you take out your frustration on him.

"I want your pretty fingers wrapped around my neck." you wanted to run from there. He was insane, he had something in his head that couldn't be fixed, especially by you. And even if you could, you wouldn't try it. He leaned closer making you jolt, you have to run from there before he actually make you choke him. "Come on, don't tell me you're scared." you were. "Give me your hand." you refuse. "Stop being such a scared cat and give me your hand."

He took your hand in his, dragging it to his neck and squeezing it lightly. "Does it hurt?" you were genuinely concerned about his well being, but your expression soon changed the moment he let out a moan.

You gulped, looking at him and then at the hand on his neck, then back at his face. Did he really enjoyed that? What can you even expect from him? He was a complete another specimen. "Harder." absolutely not. "Sit on my lap." you didn't even had time to complain before he dragged you in his arms.

You didn't get why he was doing this, and at this time of the day too. You had better stuff to do, and even if he didn't, he could go look for something to do. But instead he's here looking to try new things.

"I don't want to do it." but he did. And if he doesn't push your buttons then you'll remain a crybaby forever. And he doesn't want to remember you like that.

"I know you can do it." he said, a hand placed over your ass and squeezing it lightly. "Don't you wanna see how is it?"

"I don't want to hurt you." he laughed, like you could do something to him to begin with. "If you're going to laugh at me then I'm really not going to do anything."

"Why do you think I want it?" because he was crazy? He was a mad man, why would he ask you such obvious question? "If it didn't hurt then I wouldn't have liked it." with your hand still in his, he pressed it against his neck harder than last time, moving you over his crotch and letting another moan out, to show you that he was enjoying this and you're just overthinking. "Do it yourself now." he finally let go of your hand.

Still unsure of what you should do, you chocked him softly, looking at him with big eyes and waiting for him to say something about it.

"Do it like you mean it." but you don't mean it. You wouldn't do something like this, especially to him.

His dark eyes on you made you more unsure than before. I mean, he did asked for it. Wouldn't it be ruder to not do it? "You're sure?" you asked one more time, just to check. All he did was to nod before you finally wrapped your fingers around him harder.

He let his head fall back, hands on your hips and pressing you against his aching cock to make sure you were feeling him. You could be so insecure sometimes and he didn't get why. You were so much hotter when you were confident, when you looked at him in the eyes and spoke your mind freely.

"What are you doing?" you asked when he undid his belt.

"You think you can rile me up and leave me hanging like that?" he raised your hips out before taking out his cock. "Ride me." he lifted your skirt up, pulling your panties to the side and sinking his cock into you. Before you could do something, he got your hand back to his neck. "And don't forget to choke me." again? Arguing with him takes to nowhere, it's better doing what he wants so this would end faster.

Moving your hips up and down, you kept squeezing his neck lightly. You were being mindful at first, paying way too much attention to him and making sure he's alright. But the more you moved, the better it was feeling. Can you blame yourself that you forgot what to do? If it wasn't for him reminding you, you would have completely forgot. Perhaps he shouldn't had push you that much, because the closer you got to your sweet release, the harder you choke him, and if he's being honest, he loved it.

Your calculate demeanor disappears when your close. You turn into a complete mess and he can't get enough of it. You become what he wanted you to be, your true self. Like now, squeezing the life out of him, and on top of that you also made him desperate enough to make him move his hips on his own. You were moving way too slow for his liking, he had to do something. And now look at him, moaning like the bitch he is and waiting for something even more interesting to happen.

"Be quiet, what if someone hears you?" you didn't mean to put your words like that, but he was being way too loud.

"Oh yeah?" he had his same old grin on his face, stopping moving for a moment to push you on his cock and take him all the way in. "Make me." you didn't had the balls to look in the mirror, like you could do something to him.

His ideas were completely parallel to yours. While he was thinking about you using force on him, you just kissed him. A hand going through his hair and tugging at it slightly and making him moan again. He was doing it because he liked seeing you flustered, not like he enjoyed being loud or something. Well, even if he did, he wouldn't admit it.

While you figured out what he liked, so did he. He would always deny it but he really liked feeling the warmth of your touch and how gentle you were with him. It was calming, unlike his rough life. And you liked being treated the way you treat him.

But you could always try new things, like now. And who knows, you might enjoy it just as much as him.

You couldn't keep up for much longer, and he's willing to let you go lightly this time since you been good so far.

But imagine his surprise to see you keeping going even after you came, now focusing a bit too much on him. Doing just like he told you, and pulling on his hair in a way that got him rolling his eyes back. "You like it like that?" you were out of breath, and you couldn't even raise your voice from how weak you were feeling. But that didn't stopped you from rolling your body against his, waiting for him to cum too so you could go back to your work.

All he did was to moan, bucking his hips up and wrapping his arms around you before he came, filling you up a bit more than usually.

"You're alright?" you're always like this. Giving him a mind blowing orgasm and then caring a bit too much about him.

He rested his back against the chair, chosing not to reply to your question since he's not sure about his well being anymore.

"Well, that was enough for today." you said, getting up from his lap and fixing your clothes. "I'll get back to work." he can't just distract you whenever he felt like it.

He had to know what happened to you. Who that witch was, why you look like this if you're supposed to be some big monstrous beasts that had a bounty on its head. You clearly won't explain it to him, so he haves to find someone else.

He got up that chair and walked towards the door, still no more words exchange as he went somewhere where he knew someone who could respond to his questions. The biggest talker of the mansion, the walking candle that seems to have some kind of beef with the clock.

"I talked with your master." he opened a door and looked at the object he was looking for. "She told me about the witch."

"She did?" the candlestick looked surprised.

"Yeah." the man nodded. "She did."

"Then, what do you think?" the candlestick said, walking towards the man.

"About what?"

"About the curse. Our master managed to break her curse but not ours." you did? He had no idea since you were acting like you're still cursed.

"I thought the witch cursed her?"

"Yes, and she had to learn to love herself in that form." so then the claw marks in your room were made by you. "But for the curse to break completely someone haves to love her in the beast form while she accepts herself the way she is." that's a lot of work. "I'm glad master talked to you, we were starting to think she'd keep silent." well, you did. And if it wasn't for this candlestick he would have never knew about what actually happened.

Well, since you're not a beast anymore the bounty is pretty much invalid. Who would believe him if he goes home with you? Even he wouldn't have taken himself seriously.

He'll figure it out. He can find a wild boar and take it's head or something. Or he could say that you evaporated into thin air the moment he killed you. The possibilities were endless.

"How did your master looked like a beast?" he had to get an idea of what to look for.

"We actually have a painting here somewhere." his work is getting easier and easier. "Master is embarrassed of it, but we think it looks great." the candlestick took him somewhere far into the castle, the opposite side of where your bedchamber was. "It's pretty dusty but it's still looks good." there it was, a big gold frame with something that looks like a lion on it.

You looked calm, and he couldn't figure out if this was made right after you were cursed or when you finally started to accept yourself. You also looked a lot bigger, like you had the body of a bear, the clothes on you sitting way too tight and looking like they're about to be ripped apart.

If someone would have shown him this without telling him that it was you, he wouldn't believe it. But maybe he would. Because if he looks at your eyes he could see that it was indeed you.

Was it wrong of him to say that he wanted to see you like that again? Have a fight with that monstrous beast and see what you're capable of. But again, that's you so you'll hold back even if you had the upper hand.

Should he take this back with him? Not to show it as proof but to keep it to himself. Hanging right besides his bed just because he feels like it.

"I understand if this is a bit too much." the candlestick said, letting out a sigh and looking at the portrait. "Who would possibly love a beast like that?" he does. He would have loved to push you in bed regardless of your form and spend the next few hours in there.

He understands things better now. There was definitely more to the story and nobody seems to want to tell him. If you could break your curse yourself, then why were your servants still like this? Perhaps it wasn't you but them.

You always give more to them than you have, you think about the person next to you more than you think about yourself. So he doesn't get it why you got cursed in the first place. You couldn't have mistreated the witch, I mean, you'll probably let her do that to you before you'd do something to her. Then.. was it them? Your little minions that got themselves in trouble. He couldn't really see it but then again, who knows.

He needs to find out what exactly happened here. But it's clearly that you won't tell him.

The plan was easy. Be extra sweet to you, he doesn't care if it's out of character or if you'll find it weird. He'll find an excuse for that.

So, when it finally got time for a break and you went to eat, he also got there. Pulling out the chair for you and eating at your pace, to later on pull the chair for you again and walk you to your room. Holding out a hand and trying the etiquette way to escort you.

"Is everything alright?" you caught up quickly. "You've been awfully quiet tonight." he knows, but what can he do.

"It's nothing." it didn't sounded like that. He looked down at you with the corner of his eye, and then at the marks on the corridor. You made these too? The half ripped door, the holes in the walls and the way everything looks like it's falling apart. Perhaps he didn't needed to be more understanding, but maybe just show you that he doesn't care about how you look. "I saw your portrait today." he said, almost being in front of your room. "The beast one." you didn't said a thing, only looking forward and quickening the pace your walking at. "I'd fuck regardless of how you look." he said, finally letting go of your hand when you got to your room. "Even if you turn into that again, I'd still use your mouth as I please." you looked shocked at him, a bit horrified and concerned, but again, you didn't open your mouth to say a thing.

He turned around, walking back from where he came from and leaving you all alone to think about his words. You're a smart girl, you'll figure out what he's implying.

"You didn't came to eat this morning." he got into your office the next day. Dragging a chair in front of your desk and sitting down across you.

"I wasn't hungry." you were a mess, your hair all over the place, you looked like you haven't gotten any sleep.

"Did you stayed up all night?" yes you did. But you didn't reply to him. "Was it because of what I said?" it was. "I mean every single word. It doesn't matter to me how you look."

It wasn't just that. You figured out what he's doing. How he asked you about you curse, then went and look for an answer from someone else. And now he's teasing you about it like you'd give him an answer to his questions.

"Why do you want to know about the curse so badly?" he can't give you an answer to that. He was just curious, no other reasons. You sigh, pushing the work you had to do aside and deciding to give him just another clue. "What do you know so far?"

"That you broke your curse." he knows more than you thought. "Were they cursed separately or something?" he was referring to your servants.

"We were cursed on someone's else behalf." he didn't expected that. "The previous master died soon after I arrived here, this curse was supposed to be for him, not me." oh? This was a lot different than what he thought it would be.

"So how did it happen?"

"No, the witch came here a few days later after the old lord died. The servants were a bit mean to her so we all got cursed." that was it? Kinda disappointing. "She thought that I would hate myself for looking like a beast, since she didn't know that the old master died."

"So how do you break the curse?"

"Have someone love me in my beast form."

"That's it?" you nodded. He thought it would be something more worthy of hiding. Like taking a life for every single servant you have to turn them back into humans. "So you'll let them turn into objects?"

"How can you possibly love a nonexistent beast?" how heartless can you be. You went back to your work.

"What are you working on?" he always sees you working, but he haves no idea what you're actually doing.

"The work the previous lord didn't do." he's bored. That boring story you told him made him lose all interest he had. And now you dare to work and give no attention.

"Slap me." he was going to be the end of you. He needed to stop saying stuff like that out of nowhere.

"No." if you keep giving him what he wants he'll never leave you alone.

"You're scared?" more like annoyed.

"I'm not going to do it." he liked moments like this. Denying him, and not backing down until he does something to show you that it can go the way he wants. Because it's always goes as he wants.

He was trying you right now, pushing the papers off the desk and looking at you with a grin on his face. Like a cat who knows that's being bad, and it keeps doing it to get your attention. How long can you last? He knows you can't keep it together forever.

But you ignored him and picked the papers off the floor, placing them back on your desk and going back to work like nothing happened.

Why you're being so stubborn? Can't you just give him what he wants and call it a day? That's only making him try harder, like stepping on your feet, and dragging your chair closer, trapping you at the desk. The glares you give him is only making him laugh. "Slap me if you want me to stop."

"Why do you want me to do that?" he shrugged. He just wanted your hands on him, the stingy feeling of your palm pressed against his face. "Don't you have better things to do?" does he look like he haves anything to do at all?

"Here." he said and show you his cheek. "Slap me right here." you shook your head.

Like before, he took your hand in his, pressing it against his skin before slapping it slightly.

"Why do you keep doing this?" he dragged you to the couch, ignoring your protests and throwing himself on it.

"Sit on top of me." you're busy, you have to finish working and he's not letting you do anything at all.

"Make it quick." it was never easy with him. Because if you tell him to do something he'll do the opposite. Like now, he's taking his time with your breasts, sucking and biting them. Playing with the one and then moving on the other. "I don't have time for this, come on." he was always a smile whenever you complained.

He licked you nipple, looking at you right in the eyes as he took extra time to play with it. Sucking on it and making some noises you were embarrassed of. "What are you going to do if I don't?" did he woke up on the wrong side of the bed?

"Do you want me to do it that bad?" he didn't said anything, just moved his eyes away from you and sinking his teeth into your skin, making you gasp.

Still doubting yourself, you slapped him softly, making him let go of you for a moment. He was doing it again, biting you a bit too hard so he could give you a reason to hit him. Honestly, he could be so annoying.

You did it again, gaining more confidence and slapping him once again, and then one more time.

He was all a smile, looking at you with something in his eyes that was too dark to explain. He was clearly thinking of something lewd, and you're afraid he might come up with something more out of pocket than last time. He'll come with a request that will make you question your morality, and why you didn't kicked him out yet.

"Fuck me." seriously, could he stop smiling for a moment. It was distracting you, every time you tried to think rationally he would flash a smile and swipe you off your feet, making you agree with his stupid requests.

And once again, you did as he said, freeing him from his pants and positioning yourself better on him. You'll do it, you have nothing to lose from doing it. And he seems to enjoy it just as much as you, if not more.

You moved your hips slowly, getting used to the feeling on him inside of you and trying to figure out your own pace. But he was a bit too impatient, he kept grabbing your sides to help you move, but it always ended with you slapping his hands away.

"Keep your hands to yourself." your words went to deaf ears, because it didn't stopped him from touching you.

He'll die of boredom by the time you finally move faster. And perhaps he indulged you too much, maybe it was time to take control. Flipping you over, you woke up with your face pressed against the couch, ass in the air and him shoving his cock inside of you.

You can't completely read him yet, he'd always switch in an instant.

He moved in and out of you, at a mean pace, and never fully getting all the way in, leaving a lot of space empty to show you that he can too make you desperate for something.

"Master, we finally cleaned the greenhouse." someone knocked at the door, making you freeze in place.

"Someone's talking to you." Toji whispered in your ear. "Aren't you rude for not replying? How bad of you." you knew your manners.

"I'll go look at it later." you said, hiding your face in the couch because of how embarrassing you were feeling. "Get off." you whispered, trying to make him move.

"You're really going to leave me alone to look at some mediocre greenhouse?" he huffed in your ear, leaving chills down your spine.

"Yes." what a bonekiller. Well, whatever. He could get some fresh air too.

When he let you go, you thought you could finally breath in peace, that was until he started following you around. "This is the greenhouse?" he said, looking at the glass building.

"Apparently, yes." he raised an eyebrow, looking at you and the off answer you just gave him. "I've never seen it before either." and you call yourself the lord of the house? "I'm going in." you said and open the door, being hit with warm air.

"Master, we prepared some tea." that doesn't sound bad at all.

You walked further into the greenhouse, towards a small round table with some cups on it. Toji was still at the door, talking with the clock butler before he came to you.

"You seem to get along with them." you took a sip of your tea.

"They seem to have put their faith in me." he sat down across you, crossing his arms to his chest.

"Who knows." you looked at the flower bed that was surrounding the table. You had no idea you even had flowers like those there.

It was like he knew what you're thinking about, you didn't even needed to tell him. And somehow, he was jealous. Flowers or not, you see them everyday, while in his case you might not see him tomorrow. Shouldn't you want to get more of his attention while he's still there?

A loud bang could be heard coming from Toji's direction, making you look at him instantly. You looked left and right, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Here." you heard his voice, coming from behind the table. And there he was, laying on the ground, his chair fallen next to him as he doesn't seem bothered by the situation.

"Are you alright?!" you got up in a hurry, getting next to him and trying to help him get up.

He extended a hand, grabbing yours and dragging you down on top of him. The flowers around him didn't make him look any softer, it just made him look out of place. He didn't belong among side flowers, it didn't suited him, especially when he had his typical grin on his face. "Let's continue from where we were." did he really wanted to fuck in there? You looked behind you, searching the area to see if there's anyone else besides you two. "Told your minions to leave." he really came here with nothing but dirty thoughts.

"You scared me for nothing." you sighed, hitting his chest lightly.

"Touch me." he had no shame. "Choke me, slap me." he placed your hand over his cheek, dragging it to his mouth and kissing your palm. "Do as we did before." you still didn't wanted to do it, the thought of hurting him made you want to back down. "I'm telling you I want it." and you'd rather do anything but that.

"Just one more time, alright?" he laughed, your expression way too cute for your own good.

You raised your hand, taking another look at him before closing your eyes and slapping him. He was still laughing, and this time was because of how you're acting.

He placed his hands on your sides, flipping you over so now you're the one pinned down. "You're really trying to get on my nerves, aren't you?" he flipped your dress up, taking out his cock and positioning himself between your legs.

You looked good between flowers, looking up at him with shining eyes and kissable lips. He wanted to bully you until you cry, to show you that you shouldn't trust people that easily. What are you going to do if you meet someone like him? One was more was more than enough, but two? It was like you want to screw yourself over.

This time he decided that he got bored of teasing. Just got straight to the point, pushing his cock inside of you and moving his hips when he got all the way in. He fucks you so much on a daily basis that there was no need for prep work anymore. And that's exactly how he likes it, knowing that you're always ready for him.

He'll miss you, this great pussy you have and the way you look at him. He would like to take you home with him, but you're not his to begin with. You were just like one of those flowers, if he picked it up then you'll start to die away, your natural beauty fading with time.

What should he do, there's so much to do and so little time. There are still places to see and stuff he wants to try.

He took your hand in his, going with it to his neck and squeezing it lightly. "Again?" you said out of breath. All he did was to nod, he just wanted your mark on him. You didn't understood him at all. But he knew exactly what you were feeling, because just when you were about to cum he wrapped his fingers around your neck, showing you just what he wanted from you.

Your mind was blank, you could barely breathe and you were feeling like you were in a complete another space. It was too much, and he only seemed to move his dick inside you faster.

Maybe you're getting it now, why he kept asking for such odd requests.

You weren't doubting him anymore, now indulging him. Biting, sucking and leaving purple marks on his skin, making him fuck you a bit harder than usual.

He liked it, this image in front of him. You splashed out on the ground, clothes still on but looking like they seen better days, eyebrows furrowed and biting your lips to not let out any loud sounds, like the ones your bodies were making weren't enough. Whenever he looked into your eyes all he could remember was that portrait of the beast he saw, looking with something unfamiliar, like he never seen before.

Did you loved him? Because he didn't understood this feeling. Why you looked at him with big doe eyes and why he seemed to want to keep you far away from people.

He made you wrap your arms around him, dragging him closer so he could kiss you, to prove himself that maybe it was all in his head and he's overthinking. But man, the way you take him so well is making him see stars and he's afraid he won't be able to stop until he puts a few couple of loads into you.

You sighed, closing your eyes and moving your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to him. You should be careful, because if you provoke him more he might take just some parts of you home with him.

So he fucked you, more and more. Pushing the tip of his cock against your deepest spot, wanting to go even deeper if he could. Was it wrong of him to say he wanted to become one with you? To be a part of you so you won't have to feel lonely again.

He kissed your cheeks, making you look at him before he kissed your lips, rubbing your clit with his thumb and wanting to see just when exactly do you give up, where your limit point was. Cum around him like you never did before, keep him inside of you forever and tell him that you want him to stay with you for an eternity. Because if you beg him he might change his mind.

But you didn't said a thing, not when you came, not when he filled you up until the sun set and not even he finally took you to your room. Placing you in bed and leaving you alone in there.

It was the next day when you realized what just happened, seeing your servants turning into humans, the curse finally being broken and the bounty hunter nowhere to be seen.

He did came after a beast after all, and since there was no one like that in that place then he had no reason to stay. You could always find another, the sea is full of fish after all. And perhaps, you would do much more better without him.

@vigilentballofpassion

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leighsartworks216 · 11 hours ago

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Calling Out

Zayne x gn!Reader

I do really love this one. I love when Zayne is staunchly trying to take care of us even when we're a bit stubborn about it

Warnings: fluff, a little silly, sleep deprivation, exhaustion, stress

Word Count: 714

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"How long have you been awake?"

"You don't want the answer to that question."

"I assume I wouldn't be jumping for joy if I heard it."

You sigh and rub at your tired eyes. All day, you've been hunched over your desk, clawing your hair out in frustration with your school work. On top of that, someone at work just quit, meaning you're one of the lucky few that gets to pick up the slack and take on more shifts until the company can bother to hire someone halfway decent. You're just grateful you have enough time in between the two to meet with Zayne for lunch.

"I was up all night," you admit. "One of my teachers thought it would be a great idea to give us an assignment that should take a week and have it due that same day."

"You didn't go to bed immediately after?"

"No."

"Is there a reason?"

"Couldn't sleep."

The waiter brings over a cup of coffee and a cup of green tea. You mutter a thanks and grab some sugar packets from the caddy on the table. You rip a few of them open at once with your teeth, lazily stir it in, and go to take a sip. Zayne's hand covers the top, and your mouth hits his fingers before he drags it down.

"You just put salt in your coffee."

... No fucking way. You pick up the "sugar" packets to read the writing on the side. Sure enough, it's salt. You groan and slouch in your chair, head back and eyes closed. A touch melodramatic, perhaps, but Zayne thinks nothing of it as he places the cup of green tea in front of you.

"Drink this."

You look at it with a frown. "There's not enough caffeine in that."

He nods. "Precisely. You need to rest."

You sigh. "I can't, Zayne, I have work after this."

"Call out."

"I can't-"

"Doctor's orders. I'll give you a note."

"Zayne, I can't call in sick now! We're already understaffed and there's nobody who can cover for my shift on such short notice!"

He pushes the cup toward you more insistently. "Drink. You're going to work yourself into the ground if you keep on like this."

You snort humorlessly. "Hey, kettle."

He shoots you a disapproving look. "If you're not going to worry about your health, then allow me to. There is no situation that you can think up where your well-being comes after work."

You stare down into the green tea. You know he's right - of course he is. But there's a guilt that gnaws on your conscious every time you think of taking a break. For better or worse, that guilt has been the driving force behind your work. How long have you been detached from the "love of the game", from getting your degree to get the job you've always wanted? It no longer feels like a stepping stone to your future. It's a boulder in the way that you need to push up a mountain, inch by agonizing inch. It's only a matter of time before it comes rolling back on top of you; if you keep working through it, maybe you can avoid that happening.

And yet here you are. Your grasp on the boulder is slipping.

You take a small sip. It's herbal and warm. It doesn't have the kick the coffee does. You hope you can stay awake through lunch.

The stern look on his face relaxes slightly. He doesn't have to worry about you being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance because you passed out on the job. "How many sick days do you have saved up?"

You rub your eyes as you think. "I don't know. Enough for an emergency."

He flags down a passing waiter and hands them the ruined coffee. They take it away with a confused look. "Would you like me to make the call for you?" he asks, genuinely.

"Won't they be confused why my doctor is personally calling them from my phone? Would they even believe that?"

"Let me worry about that." He holds out his hand expectantly. You sigh. There’s no way you’re getting out of Zayne’s care now. Resigned, you pull it out of your pocket and pass it over.

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rotten-pomegranate · 2 days ago

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What about some light non-con drabble with yandere Shalnark?

Hear me out. He is just cruel in his own way.

Imagine how he fucks his beloved until exhaustion. And after all, as if nothing had happened, he falls asleep hugging her like a teddy bear🫢🫢

Yandere shalnark x virgin reader

Yes, I see this, the kind of yandere I see him as matches this so well, this kinda got away from me, thank you sm for your patience

Tags: @shalscumbunny

Warnings: Noncon, light Noncon but still some struggling, reader is being pinned down, forced kissing, hickeys, groping, afab, he lays on her and she’s getting crushed

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It starts like normal, him groping and touching you , his hands are always on you when he’s around normally, but as soon as he gets back from troupe business he’s all over you a little more then normal

He’s gone as far as groping you under your shirt but never this far, he has your pants off, discarded somewhere in the room, his face is in your neck while one of his hands hold both your arms above your head while his free one gropes whatever he can reach, you could feel his hot breath every time he came up m from the assault in your neck

Before you know it he’s grinding his clothed cock against you, it’s already hard, there was nothing you could do, no begging our promising to give up something else he could take just as easily as he was gonna have what he wanted

His hand goes to the waistband of your underwear while still pinning you with the other one and quickly gets to work pulling your underwear down just enough to have easy access to your most precious bits, parts of you you’ve done your best to keep him away from

“Aww, it’s just as cute as I imagined, I can’t believe I waited so long” his eyes are wide and bright but there’s no remorse or sympathy behind them, only lust and want

Lust and want that could match the fear and sadness he’s most definitely choosing to ignore in yours

“Your not very wet” he has a little frown on his face when he brings his mouth down and give an experimental lick, your arms now pinned down to your stomach

You jump and try to wriggle your bottom half away from him only to have his free hand pin down you hip without pausing his assault

The way he was eating you out was clearly not to provide pleasure rather to get you wet enough for him, a fact you where almost grateful for

When his head comes up his smile is back, “that should be good” he makes brief eye contact with you while he’s coming back up

He takes of his boxers and to your horror he pushes them in your mouth “just incase you wanna scream” his smile is mocking

You couldn’t bring yourself to look down, you didn’t wanna see what would soon be in you

“This is probably gonna hurt so just try and relax” he pauses, thinking for a moment “or don’t haha” his laugh so light as if he wasn’t about to do something irreversible to you, you feel him line himself up, his tip kissing your entrance before he starts pushing, his grip tightening around your wrist when he finally gets the head past your tight muscle

It hurt, bad, you could feel yourself breaking, and the small trail of something wet going down your thigh could only be blood

He thrusts his hips again, you felt to full, stretched to wide and he was unnaturally deep

Your body begged to let sound out, but the cloth in your mouth only allowed for your cries of pain to come out distorted and muffled

“See, It’s not to bad” not to bad, he says that as if he wasn’t holding your down and forcing himself on you, as if your couldn’t feel yourself breaking just for him to pleasure himself with your body

He doesn’t start slow, he starts with one big thrust and then a steady flow of them, pain, that’s all you can feel, you suppose it would be different with someone you love, with someone who prepares you for it and takes it slow, but as of now you couldn’t imagine how anyone would want this

“I shouldn’t have waited this long” he’s breathless already, the pain was dulling but not enough to be comfortable, you were still tense

His pace was forcing pained sounds out of you, sounds that couldn’t be mistaken as pleasure

“Just a bit longer” he says in between breaths, just a bit longer before he’ll let you get up, before most of the pain will be gone, your sure there will be a lasting ache, no matter how long you wait

“Hmm, I’m almost there” his fae goes down to your neck, sucking leaving more purple marks to stake his claim on you

“A-ahh” his grip on you tightens and an uncomfortable warmth fills you, this was truly the worst thing he could do to you

He stays in the same position with the exception of letting his weight crush you, ignoring the way your breath gets lighter

“That was good, I have some ideas on what we could do next” his face is still in your neck but you could feel his smile, “oh right, I forgot” his hand goes up to pull his boxers out of your mouth “ew haha, you got them all wet” he tosses them to the other side of the room with the rest of your cloths

“Let’s go get a bath” he finally lets your hands go but your not free from his grasp, as soon as you can move them you feel his arms going around you, presumably to bring you to the bathroom to wash, wash all his filth off you

“I hope I wasn’t to rough, I don’t wanna hurt you to bad”

To late

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littlespacereader · 2 days ago

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Merry Christmas!!💚❤️🎅🎄🎁

Happy Holidays everyone! Thank you to everyone who voted on the Christmas fic idea. I really hope you enjoy this fic! I wrote a lot more than I was expecting but I couldn’t stop myself, I truly fell in love with writing this story! Thank you for an amazing year! I hope you, your friends, family and loved ones have a great holiday season! - Clara💞

Blues Clues Christmas💙🐾

Caregiver! Steve Burns & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags- Christmas fluff, hand holding, being picked up, forehead kisses, searching for clues, dog licks, and typical blues clues fluff!

My eyes start to flutter open to a frosty Christmas Eve morning. Wait… ITS CHRISTMAS EVE!!! I jump up and look outside and it’s still snowing!!!

I turn and shake Steve to wake up, “Steve!! Steve!! It’s Christmas Eve!!”

I hear him chuckling before he stretches, starting to wake up. “Someone’s excited for Christmas.”

“I am! I can’t wait to-.” I’m interrupted by Blue, jumping into the bed and licking my face. “Blue! Good morning! Merry Christmas Eve!”

Blue smiles to me and barks, just as excited for the day ahead. I hold her in my arms, turning as we look to a disheveled Steve sits up in bed.

“You two are wide awake,” he chuckles, “Come on you rascals. Let’s get some Christmas Eve breakfast.”

Blue jumps from my arms and heads towards the kitchen. But before Steve and I go, he leads me to the bathroom first, “Come on little one, let’s get you changed and ready for the big day.”

With a quick pit stop to the bathroom, brushing our teeth, getting changed into our outfits, we set off to the kitchen hand in hand.

“Bonjour Y/N!” Mr. Salt comes to the edge of the countertop.

“Good morning Steve!” Mrs. Pepper joins him.

“Good morning!” I say to put, taking a seat at the table next to Blue.

Steve grabs a cup of tea for himself and a sippy cup of fruit juice for me. Then we settle in and have a small breakfast together with Blue and the spice family.

“So what’s the plan today Steve?” I ask, eager to get our Christmas Eve started.

“Well,” he put his tea cup down, “I was thinking we could stop by and give out invitations to Christmas, maybe some cooking…”

“Leave the cooking to us.” Mrs. Pepper winked.

“But what about tonight? The night before Christmas?” I ask again.

But this time it’s Blue’s turn. She barks and spins around before putting a blue paw print on the table.

Steve and I gasp. “BLUE’S CLUES!!!”

“That’s a great idea Blue!” Steve smiles, “We’ll play Blues Clues to see what we should do tonight after dinner.”

“So we need to keep our eyes out for three clues!” I cheer from across the table.

“Yes! And I have a very important job for you Y/N.” He reaches into his pocket and takes out his handy dandy notebook. “I want you to be in charge of my notebook today.”

I’m speechless taking the notebook carefully. I stare at it in disbelief, “Y-You want me to hold onto it?”

“Sure! I could use your help today finding all of Blue’s clues. Are you up to the task my little sidekick?” He winks.

“Yes!! Yes!! A million times yes!!” I almost jump from my seat.

“Then let’s starts our adventure!” Steve finishes his tea and I finish my juice before we set out to the living room.

“Alright. Now on top of finding Blue’s clues, we also have to give out our Christmas invitations. We have three stops.”

He holds out the cards, “One is for Magenta, one is for Josh, and one is for Joe. We’ll need to make sure we stop at everyone’s house so they know they’re invited tomorrow. I’ll have you be in change of holding onto the cards.”

He hands me them and I look at the cards in awe, “You want me to be in charge of the cards too?”

“Of course! I know you can do it! But if you’re feeling overwhelmed or like it’s too much responsibility, you let me know okay?” He reassures.

“I will but, I’ve got it.” I smile back to him.

“I knew I could trust you! Now, let’s head out.” He goes to open the door but I stop him smiling, “Steve wait.”

“What’s wrong little one?”

“We need our coats, hats and gloves.”

With a small gasp he nods, “You’re so right. How could I be so silly? You’re so smart!” He praises. “Let’s get our winter gear.”

“First we’ll put on our coat…” he puts on his green stripped coat that matches his usual shirt. He turns and grabs my coat, helping me put each arm in the sleeves, then zipping it right up.

“Great. Next we’ll put on our hats…” he grabs his green hat and puts it on, then does the same for me. “Comfy?” He asks getting a nod from me.

“Finally we’ll put on our mittens.” A green pair for him of course, then a pair for me. “Let me see their hands.” He waves his hands up like crazy, I giggle and follow suit.

“Alright! Looks like we’re all set. But first, do we need anything else before we leave? A snack, a quick trip to the bathroom?”

I pause, thinking it over. “Bathroom?” I say shy.

“Good idea. Let’s make a quick stop before we go.” He takes my mitten hand in his mitten hand, heading back to our bed room. After taking care of business, we’re right back to it!

“Okay! Are you all set? Ready for our Christmas Adventure?” He smiles.

“Yes! Let’s find out what Blue wants to do tonight after dinner!” I squeeze his hand.

“Great! Let’s go!”

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We step outside to our frosty front yard. It snowed a few days ago and everything still looked so beautiful, like a winter wonderland.

We leave our little yellow house and start walking down the street, saying hi to those who pass us. I stick close to Steve, holding his hand as we approach our first stop, Magenta’s house.

“Would you like to ring the bell or would you like me too?” He ask, looking over to me.

“Can you?”

“Of course I can.” He leans forward ringing the bell. We wait maybe a minute before Magenta runs to the door and right over to us.

“Magenta!! So good to see you!” I giggle as she jumps up and licks Steve and I.

We follow after her into the house and find Blue sitting at a coloring table with Magenta. “Oh hi Blue!”

Blue smiles and barks back, but then I see it.

“STEVE! A clue! A clue!!!”

“I know Magenta really flew!”

“No!” I giggle shaking my head to Steve, “A clue!” I point to the blue paw print on the piece of paper.

He gasps. “A clue!! Great job Y/N!! You found our first clue! But…what is it?”

“It’s paper Steve.” I giggle some more. He’s so silly sometimes.

“Ah! You’re so right, it is paper. You know what this means, we need our Handy Dandy…”

“Notebook!” I hold it out for him.

“Notebook! That’s right. Thank you sweet one.”

He takes the notebook, pushing the crayon through the top and flipping to a new page.

“So our first clue is paper. We start by drawing a straight line at the top, then a line down, then another line at the bottom and one up to connect at the top. There, paper!”

He stops and thinks looking over to me, “But what could Blue want to do after dinner tonight with paper?”

“Maybe she wants to draw some more?” I offer.

“Maybe…but we better find more clues to make sure.” We nod together.

“Here,” he hands me the notebook again, “for safe keeping.”

I turn and put the notebook back in my pocket. But then I remember our second mission!

“Magenta!” I grab the invitation from my backpack and hand it to her, “You’re invited over for Christmas tomorrow!”

Magenta lights up running around and barking. She runs over to me and licks me as a thank you. “Oh! You’re welcome! I can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” I smile back.

“Alright! You two have fun! We have more invitations to send out!” Steve holds his hand out to me which I gladly take. Together we wave goodbye to Magenta and Blue before leaving.

Then we’re back to it, making our way down the street to the next house. “Uncle Josh!!”

“Yeah! Next is Uncle Josh! I’m sure he’ll very excited to come over.”

We walk up the steps to the blue house which belongs to Josh. “Would you like to do the honors this time?” Steve asks and I quickly nod, reaching forward and ringing the bell.

Soon Josh arrives at the door, his face lighting up to see is. “Y/N! Steve! What a wonderful surprise!”

“Uncle Josh!” I run forward and give him the biggest hug.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!!” He wraps his arms around me, hugging me just as tightly. With a kiss to my forehead, we break apart.

I stick close to him, resting against his side. He notices this and wraps an arm around me. “So what brings you two here?”

“We’re looking for Blue’s Clues!” Steve replied.

Josh gasp, “Special Christmas Eve Blue’s Clues! This must really be important!”

“Have you see any around?” I ask.

“Not that I know of but-.” He looks around, “maybe another set of eyes could help!”

He takes my hand in his, leading me into his living room with Steve following behind.

“Actually I could use the two of yours help.” Papers laid all over his living room.

“You see, there was a mistake at the print shop and now all of my stories are messed up. Can you help me tell which is the real story.”

“Yeah!” I bounce beside him.

Josh smiles, squeezing my hand, “Great! Okay here’s the first one. Is it Little Bo-Peep lost her sheep or her cows?”

Steve and I think for a moment. Then it hits me, “It’s her sheep!”

“Ohhhhh.” Josh and Steve say in unison. “You’re right! It is her sheep!”

Josh smiles back, “Good job Y/N!” He puts the paper in a pile. “Okay here’s the next one, Little blue or red ridding hood?”

Again, we all stop and take a moment to think. “Red or blue…red or blue…” Steve says to himself.

“Red!” I chime in.

The two again, look in awe of me. “You’re right! It’s Little Red Riding Hood. Amazing Job!” Josh praises some more, putting the paper in the pile.

“Alright! Last one, Old MacDonald had a mansion or a farm?” Josh reads the papers.

Again, we all take our time to think it over.

“I’ve got this one!” Steve chimes in, “But…just to be sure, what do you think Y/N?”

“I think it’s a farm!”

“I think so too!” Steve cheers on.

“Great job you guy!! You helped me put my stories back together!”

I cheer us on but then pause as my eyes hit upon Josh’s pile of stories. He must’ve seen it at the same time as me because Josh and I turn and look at each other at the same time.

“A clue!!” We say in unison.

“A clue?! Where?” Steve leans over.

“On the stack of stories.” Josh points out.

“So our next clue is a story…” I think.

“You know what this means, we need our Handy…Dandy….” Steve smirks.

“Notebook!!” I hold it up.

“Wow!! Steve let you hold his notebook! He must really trust you Y/N! What a big honor!” Josh praises me making me blush.

“Thank you.” I smile, handing the notebook to Steve.

He takes the crayon out and flips to the next page. “So our next clue is…stories. We’ll make a square with some squiggly lines in the center for writings. Then we’ll repeat this on the other side so we have two pages. There! A story!”

Steve lifts his head and looks to Josh and I. “But what could Blue want to do tonight after dinner with paper and a story?”

The three of us sit and think for a minute. “Oh!” Josh suddenly says “Maybe she wants to make her own stories!”

“Ohhhhhh.” Steve and I say in unison.

“But we better find the last clue, just to be sure.” I remind them as Steve hands me his notebook back.

“Definitely!” Josh smiles.

Mail time! Mail time! MAAAAAAIIIIILLLLLL TTTTIIIIIIMMMMEEEEE!

Steve and I gasp! “The mail is here!!”

Before we run out the door I stop, grabbing my backpack and pulling out Josh’s invitation. “Here Josh! It’s your invitation to Christmas tomorrow at our house.”

“Really?! I’d love to go! I’ll see you then Y/N.” With one last hug from Josh, I’m sent off with Steve back home for the mail!

We put our stuff down by the front door as Steve starts to sing, “Here’s the mail, it never fails, it makes want to wag my tail, when it comes I wanna wail, mmmmaaaaiiilll!!!”

I giggle, joining Steve on the mmmaaaiiilll part.

We take out seats on the thinking chair. Steve in the center of the chair while I sit on the arm. Mailbox comes in through the window with a Christmas hat on.

“Mail’s here! Mail’s here!!” He happily cheers.

“I thought the post office is closed on holidays?” I ask Mailbox.

“It is! That’s very smart of you Y/N. The post office is closed on major holidays, but this arrived this morning for the two of you.” He opens up and inside of a red and green letter.

“We just got a letter, we just got a letter, we just got a letter, wonder who it’s from.” Steve smiles, opening the letter. He pauses and gasps, looking at me. “It’s from Santa.”

My eyes widen and I gasp as well, “SANTA?!”

“Yes! It says:

Dear Steve, Blue and Y/N,

You’ve all been very good this year. I look for to visiting your house tonight. Make sure not to stay up too late and please leave out some milk and cookies if you can.

Sincerely yours,

Santa Claus❤️”

I beam with excitement. “Santa’s coming tonight!!!!”

“Yes he is! We need to figure out what Blue wants to do tonight so we get to bed at a good hour and don’t accidentally see Santa Claus.”

Just as Steve says that Blue runs by. “Follow that dog!” I giggle, grabbing my backpack by the door and running after her.

“Wait up Y/N!” Steve calls after me.

Blue stops in front of a picture of Joe’s present shop. She barks a cute little song before she…goes into the picture?!?! I stare in disbelief.

“Where’s Blue?” Steve asks catching up.

“She…she’s in the picture.”

“Ohhhh she skidooed into the photo.”

“Skidoo?”

“Yeah! We can do it too! All you have to do is rock your leg and arms with me. Ready?” I nod following his lead.

“Blue skidooed we can too!” Suddenly we shrink and go into the picture frame!! Where once we were in our house, now we’re in the picture, or more specifically, outside Uncle Joe’s present shop.

“Wow!!” I smile to Steve, “That was awesome!”

“Isn’t it?” He smiles back. We turn and look to the present shop. “It’s my brother Joe’s present shop!”

“He’s the last invitation we need to hand out!”

“You’re right! Let’s head in and see what he’s up to.”

Inside the present shop was busy! Presents being wrapped and sent in all sorts of directions. Joe usually helps Santa out with the wrapping this time of year and it seems like this year was no different!

There, in the center of it all is Joe, making sure everything is in working order.

“Uncle Joe!!” I run into the shop and right over to him.

He immediately lights up seeing me, opening his arms and holding me in a tight hug. “Y/N!! Sweetheart!! It’s so good to see you!!”

He lifts me into his arms, holding me on his hip. “What brings you here today?”

“Well we’re on the hunt for Blue’s Clues.” Steve says as he joins us.

“Special Christmas Eve Blue’s Clues huh? What have you got so far?”

“We’ve got paper and stories.”

“Paper and stories…” Joe starts to think, “Now I wouldn’t want to say anything until you have the third clue, but…have you thought about maybe Blue want to make her own stories?”

“That’s what Uncle Josh said!”

“Really? So he copying me now?” Joe smirks.

“You’re copying him silly!” I giggle.

“Am I now? Am I?” He spins me around making me giggle more.

“How are the presents coming by?” Steve asks.

“Everything is going according to schedule. Santa should be ready to head out as soon as tonight!”

Suddenly my eyes catches something, I look closer and it’s….

“A clue!! A clue!!”

“A clue?!” Josh and Steve say in unison. “Where?”

“There!” I point to the square box cutter. “It’s a clue!!”

The two gasp, “You’re right Y/N! It’s one of Blue’s clues!! Good eye.” Joe praises

“The final clue is a square!” Steve examines the clue.

“Notebook!” I hold it out to Steve.

“Our handy dandy notebook! Thank you Y/N.”

“You’re holding Steve’s notebook? That’s such a big honor. Steve must really trust you.” He praises.

I beam with happiness, “Yeah! It’s a big honor.”

“So, the shape of a square. We’ll make one line at the top and equal size lines going down the sides and one at the bottom. There, a square.” Steve explains, showing the two of us the drawing.

“It’s our last clue!!” I cheer.

“Our last clue?! You know that that means, it’s time for our thinking chair!!” Steve cheers.

Joe sets be back down but before Steve and I go I stop and grab my backpack. “Uncle Joe! I almost forgot!”

I hand him the invitation, “You’re in over for Christmas tomorrow!”

“I am!” He looks at the invitation, “I’d be honored. I’ll see you tomorrow kiddo.”

I take Steve’s hand and wave goodbye to Joe. Once out of his present shop we skidoo back to our house. Then it’s off to the thinking chair!

Steve and I sit in our thinking chair. I hand him the notebook and we start to go over our clues. “So now that we’re in our thinking chair, let’s think. What does Blue want to do tonight after dinner? What was the first clue?”

“Paper!”

“That’s right! We saw the clue at Magenta’s house. But…what was the second clue?”

“Stories!”

“Yes! We saw the stack of stories at Josh’s house.”

“And the final clue is a square at Uncle Joe’s present shop.”

“So, what does Blue want to do tonight after dinner with paper, stories and a square?”

We sit and think…and think…

“What if…” Steve starts out saying, “she wants to write Christmas cards and put them in a box?”

“But then what would be the clue about stories?”

“Right…you’re so right….” Steve goes back to thinking.

There’s a moment of silence as the two of us think. Blue runs over and joins us as we think and think.

“I’ve got it!!” I suddenly say. Steve and Blue look to me. “She want to read a storybook after dinner! That would explain the paper as pages, the stories in the book and the square shape is the book itself!”

Steve lights up with the realization. We look to Blue who barks and spins around with conformation.

“You did it Y/N! You figure out Blue’s Clues!” He wraps his arms around me and picks me up, bringing me into a tight hug. “You are so incredibly smart! I am so proud of you Little one.”

I giggle and hold him close. “Couldn’t have done it without you Steve.”

“Aw! You’re sweet but I think the smartie here is you.” He smiles back, holding me in his arms.

“Steve! Y/N! Dinner is ready!” Mrs. Pepper calls from the kitchen.

“Oh! It’s dinner time! Come on, let’s go.” Steve carries me into the kitchen where everyone is seated at the big table for Christmas Eve dinner. Everyone is there, side table, slippery soap, the whole spice family, even mailbox.

We all have a nice tasty dinner together. Laughing and having fun with friends and family around.

Then like Blue ask, we all gather in the living room together. First we set out some milk and cookies for Santa along with some carrots for the reindeer.

Steve and I cuddle close together on the couch, Blue in my lap and a Christmas book in his hand. With his arm wrapped around me he begins to read, “‘Twas the night before Christmas…”

Somewhere in the story I fall asleep against Steve. With a kiss to my forehead, he picks me up and brings me into the bedroom.

~~~

It’s Christmas morning!!! I jump awake and shake Steve to wake up. “It’s Christmas morning!! Santa came!!”

Steve laughs and yawns waking up. “Good morning Little one, merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas Steve.” I smile back.

Blue jumps up into the bed and licks the two of us. I giggle, “And merry Christmas to you too Blue!”

We get out of bed and go right to the tree. True to Santa’s letter, we have plenty of presents under the tree!! I gasp, grabbing Steve’s when pulling him along to the tree.

The morning is spent unwrapping and exchanging gifts with everyone in the house. Then company comes over right after. First Magenta runs in and plays with Blue.

Then Josh and Joe come over. “Where’s my favorite Little?” Joe calls from the door. I come run over and reunite with my uncles. “Y/N! Thank you for inviting us!” Josh adds, the two smiling.

The rest of Christmas Day is peacefully and fun. Spent with loved ones and family alike.

“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.” Steve wraps his arm around me, kissing my forehead. Blue jumps up and kisses the two of us, ending the best Christmas ever!

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whump-in-the-closet · 2 days ago

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Haircut

content: forced modification, noncon haircut, creepy and intimate Whumper, I wrote this in a fever dream let me know if I missed any tags

Whumpee sat, slumped, on the stool. Defeated.

The bathroom light glowed faintly, and the blue reflection staring back at them from the mirror looked like a stranger. They couldn't stand to look at it.

The room was quiet except for the sound of scissors clicking open and shut in a deliberate rhythm that made Whumpee’s skin crawl.

Open and shut.

Whumper stood behind them, holding the scissors in one hand and a comb in the other. "Your hair’s gotten too long," they said casually. "It doesn’t suit you."

"I like it this way." Their voice wavered at the tiniest display of defiance.

Whumper chuckled, stepping closer. "You don’t get a say in that, darling. Not anymore." They ran the comb through Whumpee’s hair with slow, deliberate strokes, tugging just enough at their scalp to make them wince. "You’re mine to look after. Mine to shape."

Whumpee flinched as the first clipping of hair fell to the floor. It landed silently, a dark feather against the cold tiles, but to Whumpee, it sounded like a gavel striking. A verdict passed. Another piece of themself stripped away.

"See?" Whumper said, brushing the hair off Whumpee’s shoulder with a heavy hand. "It’s just hair. You’re making a big deal out of nothing."

It wasn’t nothing.

Whumpee clenched their fists, ragged nails digging into their palms as more strands fell, piling up around the chair like a cruel parody of snow.

"Stop," they managed, "Please!"

They tried to yank away, but Whumper’s hand was still on their shoulder, and their grip tightened, pinning them back into the chair.

Relentless.

Unyielding

"You’ll thank me later," Whumper said, their tone still infuriatingly calm. "Trust me, you’ll look better this way."

Whumpee bit their lip hard enough to taste blood. The sound of the scissors snipping echoed in their ears, louder than it should have been. Mocking.

When Whumper finally stepped back, they surveyed their work with a satisfied smile. "There. Much better. Don’t you think?"

Whumpee stared at their reflection, mouth dropping. You're kidding.

Before, their hair had fallen down their back but now Whumper had cut it short-- the jagged edges barely brushed the tips of their ears.

Their hands trembled, hovering near their head. They couldn’t bring themselves to touch it.

"I hate it," Whumpee said, their voice barely above a whisper.

Whumper’s smile widened, their eyes gleaming with something dark and victorious. They leaned in close, their breath hot against Whumpee’s ear. "I didn't ask what you thought, darling. You’ll learn to love it. Or not. Either way, you’ll wear it how I want."

Whumpee blinked back tears.

Whumper straightened, brushing stray hairs off their gloves. "Go clean yourself up," they said lightly, turning away as if nothing had happened. "You should look presentable when I take you out later."

Whumpee didn’t move right away. They sat frozen in the chair, staring at the tired stranger in the mirror; at the scattered pieces of themselves on the floor.

The room felt colder now. Emptier.

The AC buzzed; the air now cold on the back of their exposed neck.

Finally, they stood, legs trembling, and began to sweep up the hair.

#cw forced haircut #intimate whumper #cw noncon modification #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump scenario #creepy whumper #whump drabble #whump tropes #almost doll whump but not quite. also not pet whump #you know how hair holds memories #yteah #no edits we die like men

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fanficsbysteve · 2 days ago

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Passing of Presents

Note: Oh look, it’s a “sequel” to Jeremy Crow. I had this idea, and then I had a different idea. So, I mashed them together by the end. Hope everyone likes it. They are a mash of Toy Story 3, and The Velveteen Rabbit.

You should read Jeremy Crow first before this one.

***

Tommy sat on the bed, holding Jeremy Crow out in front of him. It had been 7 years since Evan had taken him into the Repair Shop he had found online. And this was worth every cent they paid to get him fixed up. He had new ‘feathers’ on the outside of his body, he had been restuffed with new soft cotton, and had his eyes repainted and then glazed in. He appeared how Tommy imagined he would look if he had gotten him brand new instead of second hand.

Jeremy Crow had a good life with Tommy. Fending off nightmares, keeping him company in his darkest times. But 5 years ago, Tommy’s life had started to turn completely around. He had gone to therapy to start handling his PTSD in a more productive way. He hadn’t been having nightmares as often and had been testing to see if they would come back by sometimes not having Jeremy with him, or Hubie for that matter. About the same time as he started therapy, Evan had moved in with him. They had settled on Tommy’s house because, well, it was a house and not a loft. As nice as the loft was, it didn’t compare. They had also started to host weekly BBQs for the 118 and the 217 at their house, Evan, however, was the clipboard tyrant when it came to getting everything organized for those events. Tommy wouldn’t admit it, but he found clipboard Evan extremely attractive.

Tommy thought back. They had been living together for 2 years by this point, and Tommy had been leaving Jeremy on a shelf above their bed. Somewhere he could watch over. He was testing the waters. Instead of holding Jeremy at night, he spent his nights holding Evan instead. And Evan really enjoyed that. Though Evan also had a habit of wiggling his butt against Tommy, attempting to get a rise out of him. It usually worked and always lead to some fun times. Tommy did feel a little guilty about making Jeremy watch that. But only a little.

Tommy chuckled to himself. He looked at Jeremy in his hands and smiled. It was time, “Well Jeremy,” Tommy said, “You’ve been one of my best friends for decades now. You were my only friend for so long.”

Tommy brought him close and into a hug, “But I think that it’s time that we parted ways with each other. You always know that I still will have a special place in my soul and heart just for you. But I think it’s time you go somewhere that you will be appreciated.”

Tommy stood up and put Jeremy next to Hubie. Hubie still looked the same as when Evan got him for Tommy. Both Jeremy and Hubie were in separate boxes. Tommy placed a lid on the boxes, each with a different name, and then placed them into a bag. He wasn’t good at wrapping gifts. It would always look like a blind T-Rex had wrapped it if he wrapped it. Better to just do a gift bag.

Tommy walked down the stairs into the living room, Evan was already in there, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I think it’s time,” Tommy replied, “I know it’s time. And they are going to a good home.”

Evan smiled and took the bag from Tommy, he attached a tag to the and held his hand out to Tommy, “Ready to go over then? The invite said 1 pm and we are going to be fashionably late already.”

“What else do they expect from the Guncles?” Tommy said.

“Guncles?” Evan said, “I know you are a Guncle. Not sure what I would be.”

“Buncle?” Tommy said, mildly panicking that he was being offensive to Evan, “I just figured having a plural word would be easier.”

Evan smiled, “I was just teasing. I know what you meant.”

Tommy playfully punched Evan, “Let’s just get going,” Tommy went towards the door, “Maddie’s going to kill us if we are later than fashionably.”

“She won’t kill me at least,” Evan joked as he followed, “Mildly maim probably.”

Tommy shook his head, and they head out to the truck. Evan, jumping into the passenger seat, asked, “Why don’t you let me drive the truck?”

“Well, we always need a passenger princess,” Tommy joked, “Someone to handle the music, and just be all around awesome.”

“Well thank you for calling me the Royalty that I am,” Evan joked back. They started driving towards Maddie and Howie’s House. The Han’s didn’t live too far from Tommy and Evan. Just far enough that they needed to drive to get there in a timely manner, but it wasn’t more than a 15 minute drive. Usually, they would walk over but with the things they needed to bring with them, all of Evan’s baking, gifts for the kids, all kinds of stuff.

“We could have just piled everything into the wagon and walked,” Tommy said, “Would have been faster,” They were currently stuck in traffic.

Evan looked offended, “Firstly, if we had walked, we would be later than we will already be. Second, with all the bumps, all the baking I’ve done over the past two days would be ruined.”

“A ‘ruined’ cookie,” Tommy attempted air quotes while driving, “Is still edible. It’s not like it was underbaked.”

“But you eat with your eyes first,” Evan defended, “A ruined cookie is not as appetizing as a perfect cookie.”

“I’ll let you have this one only because we are going to be at their place soon,” Tommy laughed, “And I’ll eat all the ruined cookies that we have just to prove my point.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Evan laughed as well, “I’ll be sorting out the cookies when we get there anyway. Have to make the platter look nice.”

Tommy pulled into the driveway of Maddie and Howie’s house, behind their minivan. Once they had gathered up everything, they walked up to the door and rang the bell. There was a flurry of jumbled footsteps running towards the door before the door swung open, “UNCLE BUCK!! UNCLE TOMMY!!”

Two children stood before them, with a teenager standing in the back, trying not to look like she was interested. One of the children, a boy, was around 7 years old, while the other, another girl, was maybe 4, “I’d pick you up and give you each a hug if I had any hands left,” Evan joked, “How about you let us in, and we can get to the hugs.”

The children moved out of the way so Tommy and Evan could get into the house, “About time,” came a yell from the kitchen. Howie was sitting at a table, attempting to put together what looked like a nuclear bomb, but it was just one of the many toys the kids would have gotten, and Maddie was in the kitchen, cooking away.

Evan put the gifts down and gave each of the kids a quick hug. Then he went directly to the kitchen, “You didn’t follow the step by step plan I sent you did you,” he said with a smile as he arrived.

Tommy placed his stack of items down as well and gave each of the kids, including the teenager, a longer hug than Evan had, “Come here Daniel” he brought the 7 year old boy into a tight hug, “and you too, Anne,” He pulled the 4 year old into a hug as well. He kept them in the hug for a while, “You have to hug someone for at least 20 seconds for it to work,” Tommy explained.

“20 seconds?” Anne asked.

“Yeah,” Tommy explained, “You need to hug someone for 20 seconds and it will have some health benefits. I don’t know what kind exactly, but your Uncle Buck read about it. I’d go and ask him for a longer hug and ask him why 20 seconds is so important.”

The two smaller kids giggled and ran away into the kitchen to find their other uncle, “And what about you Jee? A hug for your Uncle Tommy?”

Jee rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she came to give Tommy a hug, “I saw you just last week,” she said into his midriff, she wasn’t quite tall enough that her head was at his chest height, but she was taller than it being at his stomach, “You helped with my homework.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want another hug,” Tommy laughed. He let her go, “Alright let’s get to the tree so I can put some stuff under it and then I can help your Mom and Uncle with the dinner. Based on what I’m hearing in the kitchen, they will need a mediator soon and your Dad really likes to just watch the drama unfold far too much. Maybe help him out with that toy he’s currently struggling with.”

“He really does,” Jee laughed. Tommy grabbed the pile of gifts they had brought, including the bag that held Jeremy and Hubie, and put them under a beautifully decorated tree in the living room. Buck had come over to help with it, and he had developed a way to hang the baubles that made it both visually appealing, while keeping the most space for other items such as garland and lights.

After placing the gifts under the tree, Tommy went back to the entry and grabbed the containers of baked goods that Buck had made for the night. There were two containers just for cookies, one held a pumpkin pie, another held several different loaves that Howie had specifically asked for, “How are things going in here?” Tommy walked into the kitchen. Maddie was beating Buck off with a wooden spoon as he attempted to try and get the timing of everything back on track. He had his clipboard out.

“Clipboard Buck is in the house tonight,” Howie joked, “I would stay out of there if I were you.”

“Oh, I know Clipboard Evan quite well,” Tommy shuddered as he pulled a chair out at the table and sat with Howie, “The first time we held Thanksgiving at our place,” Tommy shuddered, “I put the potatoes on 10 minutes too early and I got a 30 minute lecture on following the timings on the timetable. He also comes out before all the BBQs at our place.”

“He is not to be reckoned with when he has his clipboard out,” Howie went back to building the item in front of him, “It’s like you need a doctorate in rocket science to put these things together.”

“Should have invited Karen and Hen if you needed that,” Tommy joked, “You just have me who can read instructions.”

“Well, be my guest if you can make heads or tails of it,” Howie pushed the instructions over towards Tommy.

It took them about 20 minutes of deciphering and eventually the toy was put together and Daniel was happily playing with it. Maddie and Evan had made a truce and were successfully cooking, “When can we open Uncle Buck and Uncle Tommy’s presents?” a voice cut the calm.

Anne was waiting anxiously to open them, “When we are finished dinner sweetie,” Maddie said, “Its almost done.”

Tommy looked at Evan and he just mouthed, “Not even close.”

“But I want to open them now,” Anne stomped her foot and whined.

“Maybe let her and Daniel open one to keep the peace?” Tommy suggested.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Howie said, “Uncle Tommy, would you go get something?”

Tommy left the room and went and grabbed the bag that he had placed both Hubie and Jeremy into. He brought the bag into the dining room where both Anne and Daniel were waiting, “Now we put something special and unique into this bag just for the two of you,” Tommy looked at Anne and Daniel, “We need you to take care of them ok? They are old and need a new home. You think you can give that to them?”

Anne and Daniel both nodded their heads. Tommy smiled and handed the bag over. The two boxes had been labeled already. One for Daniel, one for Anne. The two children took the boxes with their name on them and opened them. Jeremy and Hubie sat staring back at the children. Hubie at Anne, and Jeremy at Daniel, “Does he have a name?” Anne asked as she pulled Hubie out of the box. Howie and Maddie were standing together looking at their children opening gifts while Evan hovered behind. Tommy knew that Evan was hovering to make sure that he was ok with this.

“Well, I used to call this one,” Tommy pointed at the penguin, “Hubie,” He then pointed at the crow, “And that one was named Jeremy. But you can name them whatever you want. I just want you to know that they are old, so you need to be careful with them. As I said they need new homes and new kids to play with.”

Anne pulled Hubie into a big hug, “I love him,” she announced as she stood up and dragging Hubie along with here came and gave Tommy the biggest hug.

Daniel looked at Jeremy. Tommy could see something in Daniel’s eye as he looked at the stuffed crow. He recognized it as the same sense of love that Tommy had when he first got Jeremy all those many years ago, “Thank you,” Daniel whispered. He also walked over and gave Tommy a big hug. Anne had already moved on to hugging Evan at this point.

Tommy took this moment to whisper in Daniel’s ear, “Jeremy used to be mine when I was a little boy. He helped me through lots of things growing up. So, I want you to have him now. And when you have a family of your own, I want you to pass this down to your family as well. So, he can always be there to help everyone when they are growing up,” Tommy looked around conspiratorially, “And there is a story that if a stuffed animal like Jeremy is loved fully and completely by someone, they will turn real.”

“Really?” Daniel looked awed by this idea, “I’ll love him so much that he turns real one day.”

“That’s all he wants,” Tommy said to Daniel, “Now lets let Uncle Buck and your Mom get dinner ready.”

***

Tommy and Buck were sitting in their living room, both too full to move anywhere. Evan had to undo the belt and button on his pants, “So full,” He moaned stretching out, “I’m going to not have to eat for a week.”

“With all the leftovers Maddie sent home with us,” Tommy replied, “I don’t think we will need to cook for the next week.”

“Oh, I have plans for those leftovers,” Evan joked. He then looked over at Tommy, “How are you doing? I know that had to have been hard passing Jeremy along like that.”

“Honestly it really wasn’t,” Tommy said, “And I added a little extra bit of something for Daniel,” Tommy smiled to himself, “I told him that if he loved Jeremy fully, then Jeremy would turn real.”

Evan chuckled, “That’s one way to make sure that he doesn’t get destroyed.”

Tommy smiled. He looked out the window and gasped, “Look,” Tommy said as reached out for Evan’s hand and leaned forward. Sitting on the banister of their front porch was a pitch black crow, just staring in at them. Tommy looked at the crow for a minute before it flew off.

“Jeremy was just here,” Tommy breathed still staring at the spot on the porch where he saw the crow sitting. He felt Evan sit up next to him and look.

“Well, you did love him fully and completely,” Evan said, “Giving him away to someone else was the last sign of loving him fully. Now he could become a real crow for you.”

Tommy felt tears welling up in his eyes and he leaned back into the couch, Evan pulling him into a hug. That was the perfect ending for Tommy, “Maybe he did.”

The two of them curled up on the couch, too exhausted and full of food to move. They snuggled up, Tommy curling up into Evan and he fell into a peaceful sleep. His dreams were of a crow flying freely among the city’s skyscrapers, the wind lifting him up to heights that Tommy could only dream of seeing like he does. Jeremy had visited him to say Thank You, Tommy knew it was what happened. And now Tommy was at peace. Curled up with his husband on a couch that was bought specifically for snuggling on, Tommy sighed and had the most restful sleep he had ever had.

***

Note: I wrote this on Christmas Eve (it went extremely fast) and edited it to the best of my ability on Christmas Day morning so I could post it for you all to read. Let me know what you think of it all. Happy Holidays to everyone for whatever you are celebrating today.

I haven't posted this on AO3 yet cause everyone on here seems to love Jeremy Crow and the notes I'm getting on it made me weepy so I want you all to get it first. I'll probably post it there tomorrow morning before I go Boxing Day shopping.

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The Anomaly Series, Chapter 3: The Quest (Jod Na Nawood x Reader)

A/N: ...Yes, this story is now, OFFICIALLY, canon divergent. Ya know, because I don't condone/endorse violence against children, and any other disclaimers I need to put here.

Also, there are three literal episodes left, so pardon me if I'm still holding out for Jod and Neel eventually twinning in their clothing choices in canon. 'Nuff said.

Chapter Title: The Quest

Genre: Drama/Romance; Slow Burn; Obvious Canon Divergence.

Word Count: 1,698 words

AO3: Click Here!

Special Notes: As I'm not yet sure how I even begin to breach the topic of child abuse here...let's just do the safe thing and label this as 'Spoilers up to Episode 4'. Thank you.

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@tarboo13 and anybody else who wonders what romance would look like for this hot mess of a man. :D

I’m a person who needs your help…

As of ten seconds ago, every other thought that had once been safe inside your mind feels as though they’ve all flown away, and so not left much else behind them save for one of the few thoughts that remains.

You’re officially involved.

There’s no other way around it now, because you’re feeling it too deep in your consciousness to turn back. You’re involved in this stranger’s case, and it’s going to take nothing less than a little Reclamation of your own to knock you off this path, and—despite all of your previous attempts to calm down, there’s some of the old adrenaline starting to course back into your body.

My help…? What kind of help do you need?

This rush makes you just a tiny bit lightheaded as you wait for Jack’s response, not knowing if he’s about to try and sweet-talk you into arranging a jailbreak or not. That was THE one thing that the Reclamation Committee had been worried about, and so, even if he let loose with a mountain of ‘Sweethearts’, odds already were that you would have to turn him down due to your ingrained obedience to the Law.

The same Law that, unfortunately, has spirited him out of your reach and out of your sight.

Something that I doubt my jailers want anything to do with.

And why is that?

They’re the ones who just robbed me.

Not that you’ll necessarily have to, maybe, because he hasn’t brought it up yet…but then again, he could always try to trick you up by slipping some kind of missing key or lockpick into the mix. Judging by how the security droids were more than happy to keep their weapons trained upon him, anything is possible here.

I’m sorry.

No need to apologize to me, sweetheart. You’re not the one who did this.

But I am the one you want to help fix it...right?

That depends. How good are you at finding lost things?

That’s one thought you have to keep fresh and safe inside your mind no matter what, along with eventually refusing him in that sense if it should happen.

In the meantime, though, you’re adding a second page to this new file of yours, as you have a slight feeling that you might certainly need it later.

Well…I once found my best friend’s missing keychain back in school.

That must have been a while ago, though. What about recently?

That depends on where you’re going with this. What’s so important that you need my assistance?

Fine. They took all my belongings away before they locked me up. Happy now?

Another thought that you’re unfortunately blessed with, though, is the image of Crimson Jack being attacked by two prison droids. The first never thinks twice about administering a few short electric shocks; the second strips him clean of any and all weapons or tools; and then finally, both of them turn and tilt their heads to each other in a gesture of smug triumph.

More like slightly flustered, but thank you—

—‘Flustered’?

It’s what happens when a person’s annoyed, confused, or both. Continue.

All right…

This is one thought you don’t want to fixate on too strongly, because you already have a feeling that you might end up worrying yourself sick if you don’t pull yourself together first. No, it’ll be better for the both of you if you have work like this to focus on instead, and for this reason, you add a third page.

…First item, a blaster pistol of my own making, about twenty-five years old with a slim wooden handle. Second item—

—Wait, what’s a blaster?

You’ve never seen a blaster before?

I’ve never seen a war before. Care to describe it?

There’s a small pause between writing, almost as though he’s stopping to think or else let out a sigh of frustration—then your next set of directions comes.

All right, look. I don’t want to take all day, and I’m guessing you have plans, so let’s keep it simple. Put your hand flat out in front of you.

As for you, you’re left raising both eyebrows before doing as you’re asked, though not without feeling just a little bit silly.

Now, take the last two fingers on whatever hand you’ve picked, and curl them in towards you.

Another curious direction, to be sure…yet you obey that one as well.

And finally, once you’re ready, raise your remaining three fingers up and act like you’re shooting the wall.

Once you’ve fully caught on to this particular mental image, however, that’s when you almost drop your writing equipment out of shock.

…Heck.

Nasty thing, isn’t it?

Wow, you think?!

Try spending twenty years with one of those aimed at you, and you’ll get what war is.

Whatever you say, CJ…

You let out an annoyed huff of your own before adding a fourth page to your document, somewhat feeling as though you might cut this conversation off if it gets too—well, wild. As someone who still knows precious little about the one you’re writing to, you certainly count this idea as a possibility.

…Any other weapons I need to know about?

‘CJ’?

Those are your initials, silly. Think of it like a nickname if that’s easier.

Hm…

Another small pause. He seems to be taking his time figuring out what to make of you as well, or so the slow pacing of this ‘meeting’ suggests to you.

…Anyways. As I was saying, second item, fairly unused Lightsaber as I prefer the blaster.

I suppose that's like a knife?

If you want to make comparisons, yes. It's got a thin, metallic hilt and so far, it's powered by a green colored stone somewhere in there.

Right...thin hilt, green stone. What else?

Brown jacket with gray stripes on the sleeves and collar. That’s the third item I’m missing.

And the fourth?

It’s sewn inside the third. In fact, if you have a chance, I’d prefer to recover both of them before we find the others.

So it’s all a big mystery for you to solve, then. Some off-the-wall version of the Great Party Icebreaker to endear you to The New Guy In The Office, provided as always that you don’t end up contracting Foot-In-Your-Mouth Disease.

Ah, well...your nights at home, totally alone, were getting a little boring anyway.

Very good...so you’re in a holding cell right now, I assume?

Obviously.

What are you being charged with?

A fifth page. Gods, this file’s getting a little big, or so you’re all too happy to tell yourself as nobody else can see the awkward look on your face right now.

Nobody’s bothered to tell me.

Have you been provided any legal counsel?

What’s that?

And yet, as awkward as all of this feels, you’ve definitely got your work cut out for you. Work that involves making sure that any possible trial moves forward without a hitch, because with a suspect as high-profile as this one, there’s no way anybody will want to risk the case being thrown out.

A pity they don’t make Lawyer Droids for this exact purpose.

Nevertheless, with the three words ‘MUST. FIND. LEGAL COUNSEL.’ written on the imaginary wall in your mind, you’re still pushing yourself onward just a bit further, as you’re more or less feeling that you’re too far in to turn back now.

Okay...just a few more things before we wrap things up here.

Go on.

Firstly...why me? And—and what was it that happened out there on the landing pad?

A third pause. He’s either taking his time finding the right words to answer you with, or else to cook up a pretty plausible lie with which to keep you occupied. Strange how the one seems so much like the other, at least at this moment in time.

I...don’t really know for sure.

‘Don’t know’? You don’t know if you have some special talent, or you don’t know why your special talent reacted the way it did?

Both. Neither. It’s as crazy to me as it is to you.

Fine…

You’ll be sure to find out what’s really taking place here, though, if there’s any way to get in touch with the people—or droids—who took him into custody. You might also try poking around the local library later this week, if there’s any chance at all that there might be some hint of your new life situation to read up on.

As for how the little crew he traveled with might figure into this, a fact that you’re far too keen to forget about even as you add a sixth page to this file—

And the last thing you wanted to ask me?

Simple…do your traveling companions know where you are?

—You’re working on it. Maybe you’ll have to get parental consent before questioning them. Maybe they’ll instead show up on your doorstep one day, hands full of dataries and voices full of pleading, totally ready to cooperate and compensate you for your time in one go. Either way, they’re witnesses.

When it comes to whether or not Crimson Jack himself will help his case or harm it, well...that concept just isn’t as clear. In fact, he very nearly confuses you with no pauses, awkward silences, or hesitations of any kind.

Just a slowly written No, almost as though just thinking about this part is too painful.

As for you, you can still remember how scared those kids were at the mere thought of him being harmed by the security droids...so it’s more than just a little bit understandable. Whatever else happened up there, whatever blaster fights, lightsaber duels, or anything else that this group saw...they must have had some time to bond.

But you’d like to see them, right?

YES.

Good. I won’t waste any time if I can help it, but I will need you to give me something in return first.

And that is…?

Your true name.

And if you have any grasp upon this stranger’s character, which you hope very much that you do—that bond just might be the key to saving old Crimson Jack’s life.

TO BE CONTINUED

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