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Caught You

Summary: Detective Nanami has you; a notorious criminal right where he wants you. Bent over the counter, handcuffed, and legs spread!

Pairing: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Warning: language, mentions of a 🔫, rleplay, rough sex, cop play, handcuffs, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Kinktober day four: Detective/Criminal! I am guilty Detective Nanami, I need to be punished 🥵

Nanami sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as he looked at your house. This was it; he was going to do it. The metal of his badge reflected off the street lamp above him as his eyes remained transfixed on the two-story house he had been staring at. He had a plan, a play-by-play of what he would do.

He wasn't going to screw this up.

Here it goes; he’s been searching for you for such a long time—a notorious serial killer whose days of luck had finally run out. You had been nothing more than a significant pain in his ass for the last three years of his career. Nanami had missed you several times before, but tonight would be different. Unlike the other times before when you were out in public, where you could slip away from officers in the crowd quickly, you were at home, this time in the comfort of your own house.

There would be no escape, not this time.

Nanami exited his car, gripping the gun in his holster as he approached the house; he breathed in and out through his nose, keeping himself aware of his surroundings as he walked up to your back door. Seeing no cars in the driveway, he assumed you weren’t home, giving him the perfect opportunity to gather evidence to get you booked away forever.

He eyed the inside of your house before grabbing the doorknob and giving it a turn. He was surprised to find that it had been left unlocked. This was easier than he thought. It would be almost too easy. Pushing aside his concern, Nanami cautiously headed into your house as he entered your living room. He kept his honey-brown eyes focused on every dark corner you could be hiding around. But much to his relief, the living room and dining room were cleared. You were nowhere to be found. But as he entered the kitchen, he saw you. Covered in blood and splatters in your hair, which was a chaotic mess as you washed off a knife in the sink.

This was the perfect opportunity he had been hoping for. Nanami Kento finally had you right where he wanted you.

He pulled out his gun, aiming it directly at you. “Freeze,” he commanded, watching you drop the knife into the sink in momentary shock.

Once the shock wore off, you grinned up at the handsome man. “Detective Nanami.” you heard of licking off a speck of blood from the top of your lip. “ what a pleasant surprise!”

“Shut up and put your hands behind your back.”

“Soo bossy~!” There was an almost condescending talking to your voice, but you did as he said, placing both hands behind your back. “You're lucky you’re handsome. I wouldn’t take this shit from just anyone.”

“Yeah—shut up.” The cool chill of handcuffs latched around your wrists as you grinned mischievously, rocking back against his clad bulge. “Stop that.”

The anger in his voice didn't deter your actions. It only made you want to push this stuck-up detective further. You purred, fingers twitching as you rolled your hips sensually against the bulge, grinning ear to ear as you felt his cock twitch within the confines of his dress pants. The feel of his erection hardening against the fat of your ass had liquid heat pooling between your legs.

With each slow roll of your hips, Nanami felt his self-control snapping like the threads of a thick rope. He observed you, those warm-hued eyes focusing on your hips, before watching your fingers curl in as you bit down on your bottom lip with a satisfied groan. You were insatiable.

But now was not the time to lose himself in the feel of you grinding down on his cock. “Oooh, Detective Nanami~ is that your gun?” You felt his cock twitch from your words, and it was those words that had him snarling above you in pure annoyance. “Oooh~ is it loaded?” That was the final push Nanami needed.

His hand left your arm, grabbing a handful of your hair and forcing you to look at him as he slammed his lips against yours. You gasped, but your eyes fluttered before shutting. You hadn't been expecting him to lose control so suddenly, but you eagerly accepted it, kissing him back as you continued rocking yourself back with a whimper.

“You little minx.” The sweet smell of cinnamon and musk flooded your senses, making you feel drunk from his scent alone. But as his lips trailed over your neck, you found yourself melting your breasts pressed against the island counter. “Pushing me, trying to make me lose control.” his large hands grabbed your lips, pulling them back so your ass was sticking out. “You want this? For me to be mean, to lose control?” His dress shoes tapped your ankle, forcing you to spread your legs. “Fine, I can be the bad cop.”

His voice was sultry and full of smoke. Sending shivers down your spine as you ached for more. “Ooh yeah~ give it to me.” The was a hiss in the air before his hand connected with the fat of your ass. “Nngh!” Nanami scoffed, leaning closer to your ears as he ground his hardening erection against your already wet core.

“What was that? I barely spanked you. I thought you wanted me to lose control.

“I do!” another slap across your ass had you whimpering in pain and pleasure.

“Such a dirty needy slut. You needed this, didn't you?”

He spanked you several more times, leaving your assatinging in the perfect way as your legs shook. “Yes! I need it, Detective! I need you so bad.” Nanami’s palm began massaging your ass, rubbing out the sting.

“You need it bad enough to give up your life of crime?”

“Yes!”

There was a beat of silence before Nanami squeezed your ads. “You promise you’ll be a good girl for me?” Nanami questioned, his lips brushing against the tip of your ear, his hot breath tickling your over-sensitive, heated skin. Nodding your head in response to his question, your fingers twitched, the cool metal of the handcuffs digging into your wrists with a delicious sting. Picking up on your desperation, Nanami reached down, unfastening his belt; the sound of the metal clacking and zipper being pulled down had you squirming. “Good Girl.” He growled, nipping at your earlobe as he pulled his pants and boxers down, allowing them to pool around his ankles.

Those strong hands then reached down, pulling your own shorts down. The second they dropped to the ground, Nanami spit into his hand, lubing up his erect cock before pressing the head against your throbbing center until the tip made it past the tight ring of muscles. Your fingers curled in as you took deep, shallow breaths, adjusting to his size.

With each inhale and exhale you took, Nanami pushed himself deeper inside of you. He kept that up until he was balls deep inside of your tight wet pussy. Kento’s hips stilled as you both breathed heavily, adjusting to the feeling of him stretching your walls in a sinfully satisfying way. The pleasure was rushing through the two of you, pushing you both dangerously close to the edge, but neither of you was ready for that pleasure to end just yet.

You wanted it to last; hell, you didn’t want this feeling ever to end.

“God,” Nanami growled in your ear, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you, “fuck.”

You gasped, hearing the clean-decorated detective cursing as he pushed himself deeper inside of you, “Holy shit.” He thrust a bit harder, your pussy burning in the best way with every drag of his cock inside of you. Every move left you longing for more from him; every touch and caress of skin left you wanting more. So you pushed back against him, forcing his cock to slip deeper inside of you. The head of it slammed against your cervix, causing your back to arch as sweat began beading along your forehead. “Detective Nanami, fuck, you’re so fucking big.” Whining, you pushed yourself back more, wanting to feel every inch of him buried deep inside of you.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, Love?” He gripped your hips harder, thrusting faster and harder inside of you. “You like it when I fuck you like this? Punish you for being such a pain in my ass?” He planted kisses down the back of your neck; the only sound was your moans and skin slapping against your skin. “You’ve been so fucking naughty.”

“I-I,” you tried to speak, but a moan escaped your lips instead, “I am naughty, Detective; I’m such a bad girl for you; please be sure to punish me thoroughly.”

He growled, moving faster inside of you, his balls slapping against your skin with each thrust. “Yeah? You want me to punish you? Fuck you into submission?” You groaned loudly at his words, and as he moved faster, both of your orgasms came closer to slamming into the two of you.

“Yes! Nanami, I'm yours! All yours.” You arched your back against him, trying to keep up in time with his thrusts. The handcuffs dug harder into your wrists, holding your hands in place as Nanami fucked you hard.

It didn’t take long until the two of you were moving in perfect timing with each other. Every touch pushed both of you closer to the edge, and you both wouldn’t stop until you met that sweet, blissful ending. It was the perfect way to end a long, stressful evening.

Your senses were swimming with the chill from the handcuffs, the smell of cinnamon and musk, and how Nanami lifted you, pressing your back against his chest. He kissed you as the familiar tightening of muscles in your abdomen had you throwing your head back against Nanami’s shoulder. They clamped and curled tighter and tighter with every stroke of his cock along your inner walls. “Nanami, fuck, I’m close! Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop; I’m gonna cum!”

“You’re going to cum for me, Love?” Nodding your head, you felt Nanami’s hands reach down, gripping your hips in a vice. “You want to come all over my thick cock, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you begged as your breasts bounced as his thrusts became harder, “I want to cum for you; I want you to know how good you make me feel, Nanami.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his movements becoming erratic as he came closer to his climax. “Do it, cum Love, come for me.” His words sent you over the edge, and you came hard, his hand reaching up to cover your mouth as you came. His teeth bit down into your shoulder as his seed coated your walls, the two of you coming together.

Once the white dots started to fade and you remembered to breathe, you looked back at Nanami, a smile curled on your lips, and you saw the blissful smile plastered on his face. He grinned while looking at you through half-closed eyes. You both were in no hurry to move and just enjoying the post-orgasmic glow.

“I need to pull out,” Nanami whispered as you whined at his movements. “I need to get these cuffs off of you.”

You hummed, licking at the fake blood that still covered your lip. The taste of strawberries and chocolate danced over your tongue as your husband unfastened the handcuffs. The second your wrists were free, he gently took them in his hand and gently kissed them.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?”

“No, I'm great.” You dazily grinned as your husband lifted you off the ground. “I didn’t think you’d go for this.”

Nanami rolled his eyes, turning the lights off in the kitchen before treading through the house. “My darling wife wanted to roleplay and use the handcuffs I had. How could I ever deny her?” You giggled, burying your face in his neck.

“Our party went off as a huge success.”

Nanami resisted the urge to nuzzle against you, carrying you into the bathroom instead. “It was, but I don’t think we’re done yet.” He placed you on the counter, tugging your fake bloody shirt up and over your head, throwing it to the ground. “I need to conduct a thorough investigation.” You squealed as he forced your legs apart with a smirk. “I need you to spread your legs, Ma’am.”

“Of course, Detective~” What sort of beast had you awakened!? Not that you were complaining.

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Number 11 is another au!

Au: The Soos all get transmigrated in TBoaH, but in different locations and at different times. After death, Lsh and Cjs wake up in the forest of darkness around 75 yrs after Ch and escape the forest with him, whereas Krs comes later and in a much more disadvantageous situation.

- Kim Rok Soo dies right after finishing volume 5, at 36 years old and wakes up not as the trash of the Count’s family, but in his own 16 year old body alone in a forest on the Eastern continent. Also, for the sake of keeping the Soos ages close to each other, CJS and LSH are aged to be closer to KRS’s new current age(CJS:19; LSH: 21). CJS and KRS are no longer the same age:( Tho I’m not too sure abt this, might change up the ages.

- Kim Rok Soo, with no memories and his records sealed, is found by the White Star and taken to a hidden Arm base. While I contemplated bringing him to Endable, I don’t see how Rok Soo would be able to bring the children with him. While the other Soos could pick them up; one, they don’t know anything about this world, and two, that would eliminate Rok Soo’s relationship with his kids. Ultimately, the working plot is that WS hides Krs from his subordinates in Endable because they still don’t know about the curse. All they know is that he reincarnates, and he would rather avoid any unwanted questions.

- So the WS(current body is 18. Shortly before plot) is confused and shocked by the resemblance between him and this stranger that smells of the god of death’s power. Believing it to be in his favor, he brings the boy with him to a secret Arm branch location. WS intends to train him as his successor and the next dragon slayer, especially seeing that his time is warped. He later reaffirmes this decision upon seeing Krs return with several ancient powers in his possession.

- So Cjs and Lsh mentor CH and help him get out of the forest much faster. They prob stay in Harris Village about 3 years before Arm attacks.

- The two Soos definitely have the sense to not let a defenseless 18 year old be beat up by CH. As insensitive as the Trash was, they’ve been through too much to beat up a kid over one or two rotten comments. They report to the Count and set off for their journey after a few days of rest.

- I’m thinking that Cale wouldn’t go to the Capital. Basen probably goes like in tboah, and the three Koreans go with the Molan duo on their journey where they pick up Lock and Rosalyn.

- With the additional help of Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo, the heroes are able to prevent quite a bit of destruction during the plaza terror incident; especially thanks to Jung Soo’s White Miru preventing more citizens from being crushed by buildings, and Soo Hyuk’s slash ability helping out as well. The Soos are used to evacuating people, so overall, the plaza terror incident has much less casualties than tboah, but still more than totcf(sorry, no silver shield. Rok Soo’s not there).

- Redika still gets his arm slashed off, but by Lsh, and Cjs’s White Miru injures his eye. I had to make him easier to take out while remembering that no one knows where Redika will be appear, so this Choi Han doesn’t get the chance to go after him.

- Now about the kids averaging 7 years old….I’m thinking that Rok Soo and the WS part ways before the Harris Village massacre. Krs would go to Rain City to get the indestructible shield and pick up On and Hong while the WS gets the ancient power. And for Raon’s whereabouts, maybe the god of death speaks to Krs after the latter parts from WS in the Henituse territory. Of course, Krs will slowly remember things from tboah over time. That is how he knew about the shield, after all. The WS not bringing him along is also him being careful not to let Krs know of his intentions. His goal is to slowly bring the him to his side. Shouldn’t be too hard, the kid doesn’t even have his memories.

- Now you might question why Krs would go along with Ws’s plans even without memories. It’s simple, he doesn’t. Rok Soo would love nothing more than to be away from this creep, but until he regains his memories, he is unfortunately stuck with this most likely insane and disturbingly familiar man.

- I do have a lot of plans for the changes this au makes, but they’ll mostly come to fruition later in the novel plot. For now, Rok Soo will be doing a lot of things in the background, unknowingly messing with the WS’s plans, while Jung Soo and Soo Hyuk, along with the rest of the heroes, travel around Roan and solve problems like Choi Han’s party did in the original timeline.

I think I have way too many thoughts about this au, so I’ll stop it here and probably post a part two sometime this month. I’m trying to make the posts a bit shorter and not have them all be so late at night.

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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐔𝐑 | 𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍

summary: "Okay so what if reader and Bi Han are in am arranged marriage for Lin Kuei businesses only and they don't love each other at all. But as time passes they soon learn more about each other and eventually love one another as wife and husband. But since Bi Han lacks past romantic/sexual experience reader "teaches" him how. (Iykwim) I hope this makes I just want more bottom!Bi Han content (self indulgent grrrrr) anyways take ur time!!" | requested here warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m!recieving), riding, breeding kink, creampie, small pregnancy mention at end, arranged marriage trope, sub!bi-han, dom!reader, wife!reader, afab!reader, bi-han is mean in the beginning, reader knows her worth! maybe ooc bi-han, notes: ANON I LOVE THIS SO MUCH | also there was literally another fic scarily similar to this by @kisses4lao and I want to give them some credit! Go read their fic, it's so good!! | also this is soo much longer than I thought it was gonna be

Angry wasn't even the word to describe it; what you were feeling was livid. You understood the meaning of arranged marriages and what they provided, but you couldn't say you were happy with this outcome. You were the daughter of a neighboring clan, you were trained to fight as an assassin and were on of the best in your clan. Your father had made a deal with the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, Bi-han's father, that if you had married Bi-han as the oldest son, your clan would be at the Lin Kuei's side whenever battle occurred.

Obviously you protested and argued as much as you could, but it was already done. You knew of Bi-han and what the Lin Kuei was capable of. Even though you hadn't spoken to Bi-han directly, you've seen his abilities on the battlefield and seen how ruthless he can be. You didn't know what to expect from this man in a marriage and honestly, you were a bit worried to find out.

Your father and Bi-han's father agreed to let the two of you meet once before the wedding, it was the best thing your father could give you from your constant protesting.

You tried to make the best of it, hoping this was a chance to get to know your future husband and hopes of him being a decent man.

You kept your head low and your hands behind your back as you walked into the temple, following close behind your father. You lifted your head up to scan the area, noticing the intricacies of the temple and how clean it was. As your eyes glazed over the room, they stopped when they met the brown eyes of your fiancé. You thought you could practically feel the temperature of the room drop when you saw him; for some reason it made you nervous. Despite your anxiousness, you were stubborn and weren't going to submit so easily.

Your father had began speaking to Bi-han's father as they both walked into another room, leaving the two of you alone in the common room. Your eyes landed on Bi-han's again as his cold expression was unbreakable.

"It's an honor to meet you, Bi-han." You break the silence, bowing deeply towards him. You could hear a groan escape his lips as he gives you a small bow before standing up straight as you do.

"This is unnecessary." He groans as his eyebrows furrow.

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was regarding the two of you meeting or the marriage in general. Before you could respond, he's scoffing and turning to walk away. You shook your head in shock as you let out a scoff before walking after him.

"Have I done something wrong?" You ask, now walking beside him. All he does is scoff again and continue walking without looking at you. "It's not like I asked for this, okay? I'm just trying to make the best case scenario." He ignores you once again. You groan at his pettiness and continue to berate him.

"You should at least try and make things work, it would be so much easier-"

You are cut off by Bi-han grabbing a hold of your wrist tightly and pulling you around to pin your back against the wall. You gasp in surprise, which quickly turns to anger.

"You are a woman who talks too much." He scolds you, resting his fist aside your head, his knuckles pressed against the wall. His other hand was resting on your chest, his palm cold to the touch.

"Perhaps you have forgotten what a 'marriage' entails. I will soon be your wife and I refuse to be pushed aside as a mere foot soldier." You asserted, holding his wrist of the hand on your chest.

If looks could kill, you would be dead. But something was different, why did Bi-han's stature seem to change? Bi-han isn't used to this, he's used to taking what he wants and having no one question him, much less stand up to him. So why did he like this?

"Well that was quicker than I thought."

You hear your father's voice entering the room. The sound makes Bi-han immediately release you, causing you to almost stumble before gaining your balance. He quickly turns and gives both your father and his own a bow. You do the same, but your eyes never leave him.

"You two seem to have 'adjusted' quickly." Your father jokes, assuming you were getting along rather than fighting. "We can't stay much longer." He adds.

"It's alright, I know everything I need to now." You shot Bi-han a nasty look, your words laced with venom. His eyebrows furrowed at your words.

They said their goodbyes and bows, all while both you and Bi-han stared each other down. That was the first and last time you had seen Bi-han since your wedding day.

The day of the wedding was tense, to say the least. There was so much tension between the two of you, both refusing to admit you were wrong and being petty. You couldn't keep your eyes off each other. You wanted to believe it purely out of spite, but there was something that intrigued you about him. How could someone be so hard-headed? And as much as you didn't want to admit it, he was quite handsome. Your wedding was the first day you had seen him without his mask and you'd be lying to everyone if you said he wasn't a pretty boy.

It had been a couple weeks now and you and Bi-han have barely spoken to each other, only essential moments when you needed to speak to each other. You both wondered how long you could go giving each other the cold shoulder.

"Your father has called upon you." You announce as you walk into the shared bedroom.

You hear a groan come from Bi-han as he stands at the dresser.

"Bi-han."

"I heard you." He says as he turns back to face you.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just expect a response when spoken to." You snap back with irony and sarcasm laced in your words.

"Are you through being childish?" He snaps, his eyebrows furrowing together as he peers at you. "You cannot expect a response when you yourself are ignoring me." He adds.

All you could do is scoff before turning to walk out. Before you made it to the door, a familiar hand grabs on your wrist and spins you to face him.

"Let go." You demand as your eyes pry at his.

"I will not let our marriage continue like this." He says, is that a plead in his eyes?

"I will not ask again." You say. He releases your wrist as his gaze stays on you. "You are such a strange man. What is it that you want from me?" You ask as you rub your wrist softly. Your angered expression had softened slightly, not wanting to work up any more energy being upset. He seemed like he was taken aback by your anger dissipating and was expecting more of a fight.

"Peace." The one word was the only thing he could muster up, not that it wasn't true. He did want peace between the two of you, but it was almost an impossible task for him to admit he was wrong.

A laugh emitted from your mouth as you shook your head. You looked up at him before crossing your arms. "I didn't think you knew the meaning of that word." You smirked as he groaned and rolled his eyes at you. "Perhaps we have both been childish." You admit, looking at your feet.

"Perhaps." He reluctantly agrees.

There is a small bit of silence before you speak again.

"Bi-han ― I understand this isn't what you wanted, it's not what I wanted either; but it is now our life." You explain. You observe Bi-han slightly fidgeting with his hands, like he wanted to say something but couldn't. He lets out a sigh before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed as he listened to you.

"Just because our marriage is a result of a power deal, doesn't mean we have to make anything more difficult for ourselves. I mean ― I know that I would truly wish to make it work, rather than us being at each other's throats for the rest of our lives." You stepped closer to him until you were standing between his legs on the edge of the bed. You could see him anxiously shift as you stood in front of him, this being the closest the two of you had ever really been to each other.

"That would be the best option." He says as he looks down.

"Bi-han." You reach a finger under his jaw to make him look up at you. His gaze was soft now and he was trying to pay attention to every word you say; this side of Bi-han was foreign to you.

"I am your wife, your equal, I don't wish to be treated as lower than you." You say, not sounding condescending or demeaning but trying to sound as genuine as possible. "And perhaps ― in time ― the connection between us will be genuine." Your hands now softly held his face, and you could see his body physically relax. His eyes shut as he practically leans into your hand as he lets out a loud sigh. You could tell he wasn't used to this kind of affection or any affection at all, you would assume. Your thumbs softly caressed his cheeks as his eyes finally opened again to look up at you. You knew he wanted to speak, wanted to pour his heart out to you in this vulnerable state and tear down his walls to you, but he never did. All he could do was admire you as he looked up. He guessed that he had never gotten a close look at every detail on your face and shames himself for doing so; you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen.

After sitting in silence for a moment, just observing eachothers faces, you lean down to his level. You softly press your lips against his, moving your hand to press against the nape of his neck. You felt him sigh against your lips as one of his hands snakes up your leg and grips at your thigh.

You pull away for a moment as he groans quietly, scanning his face to make sure he's not protesting your actions. Your question was quickly answered when Bi-han leaned up and harshly pressed his lips against yours, using his free hand to grab behind your neck and pull you even closer to him. The amount of force he used caused you to fall on top of him onto the bed, your lips never breaking contact as you hit the bed. His arms snaked up to wrap around your waist and pull your body closer to his.

Very needy, you thought.

You hiked up your legs so that you were straddling him, feeling him hum against your lips as he felt your weight shift on top of him. Your lips moved roughly against his. He was messy and gripping at whatever part of your body he could. You pulled away from him for a second, hearing a frustrated groan from Bi-han. "Move." You quickly say as he abides, to your surprise, and you both shift so that Bi-han is resting his back against the headboard.

You crawl up to him and press your lips on his again as he eagerly grabs a hold of the back of your head to pull you deeper. You sit down on his lap with his legs in between yours as you begin grinding against his pelvis.

A strained moan falls from his lips before he grips your hips and halts their movements. As you pull away from his lips, he leans forward and presses his forehead against your shoulder, hiding his face from you as he huffed.

"I'm sorry, I can stop ―" You nervously began to push yourself off of you him but he held you still, not moving his head from your shoulder.

"No." He breathes out. "I'm ― " He begins, slowly lifting his head to look at you, his cheeks flustered. "―not well versed." His eyes are pleading with you.

"Oh, okay." You say with a smile creeping up on your face.

"Laugh and I will kill you."

"No, no, it's not funny." You shake your head with a smile as you look down. "It's just ― a surprise." You smirked with your hands snaking up his torso and gently lying on the sides of his neck.

"You've laid with other men?" He asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Only a few, none as dashing as you." You smirk. "Why? Are you jealous, my husband?" You inch closer to his face, seeing his eyes dart from yours and down to your lips.

"Maybe." He breathes out.

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask.

"No." He once again pulls your face to meet his as he moves his lips against yours. Your hips began their pace against his, feeling his bulge through his pants. His grip on your head moved downwards to hold your hips as they moved back and forth. You pulled way for moment to remove your top, along with your bra. Bi-han's face goes even more flush than it was before now seeing your bare chest in front of him. You grabbed a hold of his hands and brought them to your breasts, him instinctively squeezing down and eliciting a soft moan from you. Bi-han felt his cock twitch in his pants just by the sound that fell from your lips, knowing he could very well cum just from that.

You reach down and begin to undo the top of his Lin Kuei uniform until his chest was bare. His chest was mesmerizing, he was incredibly fit and had more muscles than you even knew existed. Your hands ran their way up his abs and gripped at his large biceps. Your lips attack his once more as he continues to play with your breasts. You slowly moved from his lips down to his jaw and then down to his neck. Loud sucking noises were heard as you sucked harshly on the skin of his neck, hoping to leave dark hickeys on his neck. He was holding back his voice, but with every press of your lips on his neck he let out a labored moan.

Moving down his chest you left red hickeys on his collarbone and pecs, pulling away to be proud of successfully marking your husband as your own.

"You're so pretty, Bi-han." You smile before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

You pull away and drop down to position your body between his legs. Your hands gripped at his pants to free his cock, it was already falling with precum. He was pretty big, it almost made you a bit nervous. Your hand stroked him up and down a few times as you looked up to watch his face contort as his hands gripped at the sheets next to him. He was using all of his willpower to not cum on the spot.

You pressed kisses up his shaft until you reached the tip, swirling your tongue around it.

"F-fuck... please." Bi-han pleaded, beads of sweat falling from his brow.

You chuckled before happily taking him in your mouth. A loud groan was heard from Bi-han as his hands reached up to grip the headboard behind him. Your head bobbed up and down on his shaft as Bi-han was trying to control his breathing. Lewd sounds filled the room as you could feel that Bi-han was close to cumming by how his hips jerked up into your mouth. You felt him hit the back of your throat as you took all of him, humming at his taste.

"Shit!" He was pushed over the edge as you heard a loud moan fall from his lips as his hips pushed up into your mouth before spilling his seed down your throat. You swallowed his cum as you pulled off of his cock with a 'pop' sound. He looked down at you with red cheeks and his mouth slightly agape, he knew this feeling was addicting and was better than anything he could've done himself.

Before crawling back over him, you removed your bottoms and underwear. You sit down on his torso, feeling his aching cock spring against your ass.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, my love." You reassure him as you pressed a soft kiss to his cold lips. "Trust me, you won't be thinking of any other woman when I'm done ― make you addicted to me. " You smirk seeing a small smile form on his face, it was the first time you had seen him smile.

"You are confident, I like it." He says, still heaving from his orgasm.

A small chuckle escapes your mouth before kissing him, pressing your tongue in his mouth this time, him being able to taste himself in your mouth.

Keeping your lips on his, you reach down and position his shaft at your entrance as you hover over him. You slightly press the tip at your slit, slowly entering you. Bi-han pulls away from your lips when you sink down about halfway down his cock, his head falling against the pillow as he moans. You grip at his shoulders as a whimper falls from your lips, your chest heaving up and down as you slowly sink down further until you bottom out on his cock. Your nails scratch against his chest as you take a moment to feel him stretch you out.

Finally, you slowly grind your hips against his as the two of you moan loudly. Your grabbed tightly at his shoulders as you lifted your hips up halfway around his cock and drop down on him.

"Fuck... wait! ― gonna cum too early." He sighed as his hands jumped up to grip as your waist, feeling the tips of his fingers being ice cold. You chuckled before lifting up and dropping down on him again, whimpering at the feeling of you. Getting the hang of it, you bounced up and down on his cock as the two of you drowned out each others moans.

"Fuck Bi-han..." You whimper out, feeling yourself faltering as you were nearing your orgasm.

You felt Bi-han raise his hips to meet yours as you bounced on his cock, causing you to throw your head back as a loud moan ripped from you.

"I'm gonna ― " Bi-han dug his nails into your thighs, sure enough to leave marks, showing that he was close. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as you clenched harshly around him. You reached down and pressed your forehead against his as you held his head in your hands as you continued your movements.

"Cum in me, Bi-han." You begged. His breath hitched hearing your request, but he held strong.

"But ― " He began.

"Please Bi-han, I need to feel you inside me, filling me with your children..." You pleaded as Bi-han lost all self control and spilled himself inside you with a load groan as he held his hips up in the air to get the deepest inside you. Feeling Bi-han cum inside you was enough to push you over the edge and you came hard around his cock, clenching tightly and milking him dry. Strained whimpers left your mouth as you slowly grinded against his pelvis to ride out your high. Bi-han looked down at your entrance seeing a circle of cum surrounding your entrance and his cock, almost enough to make him hard again.

You panted heavily as you hid your face in his neck, feeling beads of sweat fall from his skin onto yours. You pulled away and observed Bi-han in this state, seeing strands of his hair stuck to his sweaty skin and tired eyes as he looked up at you. You reached your hands up to hold his cheeks in your palms as you felt his hands rest softly on your waist.

"As good as I said?" You chuckled.

"Better." He closes his eyes as he lies his head against the headboard. "You want to carry my child?" He pants as he opens his eyes and looks up at you.

"Of course I do, but you will have to keep filling me up until you put a child in me." You smirk as you press your forehead against his.

"I can do that." He smirks before leaning up to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

[lady-quen]

End of the Line

"A lifeless mannequin, dancing on strings. Each string spoke to him in the thousand hushed voices of magic. It hurt. Each string begged him to usher his body back together. The Alchemy danced behind his eyes. A silver serpent, swallowing its own tail. It fucking hurt. It isn't over, it said. You made it so." "You killed your death, now live with it."

[Post-EoD drabble, 3k words, just exploring the consequences of people finding out my Commander a is a lich. Part of joint canon with @commanderteag (Maolmuire used with permission.) Angst, tw for decapitation, swearing, fantasy racism. I took some very mild creative liberties with the Pact status and the Void.]

Even times of newfound peace still had their work cut out for what remained of the Pact.

The original plan had been to dissolve after Jormag and Primordus. Then, after Soo-Won. And now, with Void stragglers remaining all around the world, he was in charge of the strike forces in a large-scale round-em-up-and-neutralize operation. Because of course he would be - the famed Pact Commander that he was. At least the rounding up part was easy, with choice waypoints repurposed into ley-line beacons at Taimi's suggestion. One he took gladly, with the haze beast as the precedent for Void's attraction to energy nexi.

At least, this time, his emotions weren't being used as the lure. Even if the calculations were just barely within the margin of error, his daughter's plan was working.

"Sir! We've got sightings in the canyon!" Elina, one of the scouts, reported. Maelmordha nodded, comms device clicking to life.

"Hundar Pike strike force! On my mark, unload all explosives into the valley!"

"Demolitionist Tirxxi reporting! All troops in position!"

Splendid. Despite last minute adjustments when the Void headed down an alternate path, everything was going more or less smoothly. Much easier this way - if this continued to go well enough, nobody would even have to engage the enemy in ground combat. He alone would likely be more than sufficient to pick off the leftovers. A bitter smile graced his features in anticipation. Ever since Aurene had departed into slumber, he could no longer count on that little miracle atop the Harvest Temple. And so, he had to make this work without her.

The Void was already dying out, but the last of it congregated in areas most affected by the late Elder Dragons. Though waiting was certainly an option, there was always the risk of further loss of life - and so, mobilizing the army for one final cleanup was the most logical course of action. The Commander's voice once again entered the channel.

"Site Alpha confirmed, reached. Team Alpha, on my mark... Now!"

He could feel the explosion from miles away. The ground itself shook as a decent part of the canyon collapsed into itself, burying the monsters below in a rockslide, clouds of gunpowder, and an avalanche for good measure. Freeform Void attempted to bleed through out of the cracks before dissolving into the air without particular fanfare.

He repeated the order for site Beta, cutting off the encroaching shadows and closing the valley behind them. Perfect. Like sheep herded to the slaughter - without the mind behind it, the chaotic element was as directionless as any other dragon minions left without their master.

Still, where it was directionless, it was certainly not a complete pushover. The final act drew close; Descend into the valley on-foot with Legion choppers monitoring closely from above. If it gets ugly, fall back. It shouldn't, but he was no fool to risk his troops like so.

"Lieutenant Tornbanner. Everett. Cinniod. Maolmuire. We're going in."

"Sir yes Sir!"

A small contingent of shock troopers under Tornbanner, Everett's medics, Cinniod's mages and Maolmuire would be more than enough to make quick work of whatever creatures still clawed their way out of the snow. There weren't many, and most were already far too dazed by the explosion and distracted by the ley line energy wafted into the canyon to be as much of a threat in close quarters as they used to be during the Canthan campaign. And so, in they went.

Two dozen pairs of boots touched the ground when suddenly, the Commander raised up an arm, signaling for the soldiers to wait. His gaze, fixed on the heaps of rubble, was unreadable.

"...Allow me to handle this by myself. Stay behind and make sure nothing sneaks up on any of us. Eyes and ears wide open."

He did have a rather poor track record with magical lures. It would be for the best if he went on ahead and cleared the way, with the others as backup but otherwise out of harm's way. The unmistakable spires of Brand crystals shimmered all around him in their rich, purple hue, framing an entrance underground. Kralkatorrik. Guess a piece of the old man remained beneath the canyon, after all. Not that completely erasing an Elder Dragon's influence from the world was easy, even for another one. Forces this old had their roots set firmly in the world.

A part of him wondered whether she really wanted to purge every last trace of her grandfather. These crystals, now dormant - in a sense, were they not the final keepsake she still had of him..?

Did she remember him? Were the Dragons not connected by some sort of Dream? Did it possess past memories, as well? Did she know what he was like before he -

Went mad. Razed billions. Slaughtered her mother.

Something turned deep within his gut, a familiar pain he did not expect. Visions of a burning blade, the same one that took his life - and an asuran prodigy, the only other mortal he had known who stood, with him, at the precipice of immortality. How did it feel..? To achieve the state he had. Locked within the chassis of a machine, mind uploaded into ones and zeroes. A novel form of life, if it could be called that.

Blish, do you think you were alive?

He descended further into the cave, Banner warband watching closely behind.

My golem body kept me safe, but... if anything happened to you, I'd never forgive myself.

Forgiveness. What a fleeting concept, comparably far easier to give than to receive. He stared into the brilliant violet. Hey, old friend... are you in there, still..? Do you "forgive" me?

Killing and corrupting... it's what you do. It's what you were born to do.

W - what?

A harsh left, swords pointed at nothing. Gold eyes blinking against the crystal gleam before turning to face his troops. The Commander gave a reassuring nod - nothing here, either.

He wasn't sure whether whatever he heard was a voice inside his mind or a product of stress. Perhaps both. Perhaps neither. The crystals had eyes.

Could a dead thing feel..? This wasn't Kralkatorrik. He was gone. And yet, there was a distinct sorrow within the air, and each step felt like moving through mud. He couldn't help but wonder: Did the beast regret all that he had killed? Was this a final vestige of his tortured soul, buried in hopes of never again seeing sunlight? Was what Aurene had been doing all this time..?

It wasn't just to erase his corruption. It was to erase his pain. Kralkatorrik, he... couldn't rest easy until he was gone to the very last, it seemed. But what about Blish? Was he gone, too, or was he suspended in that hellish state of darkness? Unable to pass on until the silent prison holding him was destroyed without a trace? Dear Mother, why did everything have to always end in boundless suffering?

And it was then that he realized. The miscalculation was not a miscalculation. They accounted for it, yes, but the Void? It hadn't been following the ley line at all.

It was following Kralkatorrik's torment.

The ground shook. Tendrils of black slithering through bedrock, snaking around Brand pillars.

Several malformed creatures emerged, taking on shapes of the long dead in a chaotic masquerade. Icebrood. Risen. Branded. Destroyers. Mordrem.

"Fall back!" Maelmordha wasted no time. This was bad terrain - a chokepoint. They needed to make it back out into the open, into a direct sightline with the choppers, should all this go south even faster than it was already going.

Wherever he was involved, things had a habit of turning to shit. SNAFU, indeed. At least then, his presence usually prevented the situation from escalating from merely "shit" to "fucked beyond measure and then some."

He was not about to let anyone die this time.

For you. Trahearne, Eir, Almorra, Blish, and too many others to count.

"I'll hold them back! Go! Go! Go!" A swift cut from Lædingr ended a charging Icebrood. Black ooze splashed his armor, sizzling where it hit. "Don't worry about me, I'll be right behind you!"

It was a lie. But, hah, he was very much planning on surviving. Call him a control freak - but this? How this ended was entirely up to him.

No more hesitation. No more loss. No more -

Vaughn Tornbanner's matchlock took out one last Mordrem before the Lieutenant herded his warband outside, the charr providing cover for escaping medics. Flame and lightning magic crackled all around them, lashing out against whatever unlucky monsters sought a bite of the Commander's forces. Here and there, phantom mirages of the fourth Knight of Thorn distracted and incinerated foes with beams of light.

There was more Void here than they had ever accounted for. Even in its death throes, it closed in like a storm.

The diabolist focused, and shade magic enveloped his form. The necromantic fire in his blades erupted into a blaze of blue, his once-gold eyes opening to the same, cold hue. Rows of fangs unfurled upon his chest, a full-body snarl.

In the shimmering dragon amethyst, he swore he could glimpse an image of a small and sickly asura. In life, Blish had mirrored Taimi so closely.

His lips moved, soundless. There was judgement in his eyes.

The front line of Void creatures suddenly stopped, phantom hooks digging into the mass of writhing shadow as his chains constricted all like hungry serpents. With a sickening crunch, the bodies before him were warped, limbs torn from their sockets, necks snapped, multicolor eyes fading in the flash freeze of death. He exhaled a puff of frigid breath, attempting to channel enough ice to seal over the entrance. In his chanting, Grenth's own magic - permafrost extending out of his palm in an explosion of crystalline shards.

The Void. It was trapped... finally.

"Commander!" There was abject terror in Cinniod's voice. Several people gasped. Maelmordha made a single step to turn around, dual blades still held firmly within his grasp.

"Everyone! Is everyone -"

There was the vague sensation of something cold passing through his flesh. A blur of black and technicolor, a flash of steel on his left - his eyes followed it, and then it was on his right. He... his neck... hurt.

Something strange happened to his vision and he watched his own body collapse with a thud against the ice wall. Rivulets of gold quickly seeping into black fabric as he convulsed and fell slack, Dromi and Lædingr falling from the grasp of still-twitching fingers.

"Holy shit." Someone commented, eloquently.

Vaughn's rifle and Maolmuire's blade made short work of the beast who had mysteriously gotten behind the seal.

"Commander..!" A cacophony of meaningless voices that only registered as though from underwater. Gibberish. People shouting, shuffling closer, then back again in sheer disbelief. Distant sounds of magic and gunfire, a yelled warning as more Void began to close in, this time having dug itself out of the avalanche resting outside. Someone at his side, clearly shell-shocked, calling for a medic.

What... what was... going on..? His senses, suspended and disembodied. He willed his hands to move and watched them do so, as though he were a puppetmaster observing his doll.

A lifeless mannequin, dancing on strings. Each string spoke to him in the thousand hushed voices of magic. It hurt. Each string begged him to usher his body back together. The Alchemy danced behind his eyes. A silver serpent, swallowing its own tail. It fucking hurt. It isn't over, it said. You made it so.

You killed your death, now live with it.

The body slumped against the ice seized, more sap spurting out of the stump of its neck. But his spirit held dominion over it yet. That foolish, foolish spirit. Fists clenched, feeling the familiar shape of sword handles. It was jarring. Utterly disorienting, but he closed his eyes, and he allowed the puppet strings of his curse to guide his movements. And he rose, like the countless dead he once commanded.

Now upright, the lich's body stumbled over to where his head lay. He released Lædingr and felt his own fingers in his leaves, and then he willed them to lift.

Only then did he open his eyes. Nothing but blackness and striking blue. Phantom pain pulsed throughout his flesh, and it maddened him. Even now, disconnected from his lungs, he let out a broken laugh - it seemed to reverberate, like the voice of a ghost. The Pact forces turned to face him. Several drew their weapons.

The implications of everything that transpired in this cave would wait.

"Just... let me handle this. Nobody dies here... but me."

He was the expendable one. He was the sacrificial lamb. And he was the wolf, draped in lambskin. Every death he took instead of another was penance. His every breath was a lie, for as long as nobody knew the true extent of the monster he really was.

Blish' mechanized voice echoed in his mind. This is the end of the line.

No more secrets.

That's right. He was the accursed; The Commander of Death. And all his fallen subjects haunted him.

Maelmordha stepped out of the darkness, Dromi hovering patiently next to his hand as he cast a spell. Without a shred of mercy, phantom fangs crushed the few Void creatures that still remained, grinding them into less than the dust they had come from. And then, all was quiet. Only the winter wind and the buzz of ley magic in his ears.

The Pact troops slowly approached, and with a deep sadness he realized most of their weapons were pointed at him. Their eyes, reflections of terror. And he realized he was still holding his head like a grocery bag.

The necromancer loudly cleared his throat - if a ghostly impression of doing so counted.

"...Excuse me." He fumbled for a moment to place his head where it used to be, making several adjustments before what seemed like blue fire began to knit his flesh back together.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Cinniod confessed, knees giving out as the elementalist violently dry-heaved into the snow. Several worried voices chattered, indistinct. Indecisive. He couldn't blame them - after all, they had just witnessed their hero turn out to be a villain. Perhaps Joko had been right - at least in the sense that both of them were abominations.

Perhaps the world would one day need saving - from him. But until then, he could still work to make it better.

"Soldiers."

His troops shuffled uncomfortably. They had every right to. Monster, someone snarled. He smiled.

"A good friend once told me.. to stop keeping secrets. I admit I fumbled that spectacularly. So, now, there you have it."

"Fucking knew you can't have killed a god." Vaughn spat, lips trembling over angry fangs. He raised his rifle, claw hovering dangerously over the lever. "Without selling your soul for power."

He laced his fingers, and smiled apologetically. There was no resentment in his eyes, only understanding. No words to make it better. Only open ears, to hear what was overdue. The price for this betrayal. At the very least, he had managed to keep up the act until the Dragon War was over. This operation? He would gladly step down if asked. Though Logan had been aware from the start, they both agreed on one thing: keep it under wraps. And if the cat ever gets out of the bag, then, well...

"Soldier." He addressed the charr. "While we're still on the field, your behavior is mutiny. Reconsider."

"Fucking bold of you to talk, monster!"

"And pray tell, what will shooting me accomplish that cutting off my head failed to?"

The Lieutenant snarled, but slowly lowered his gun. Bronze eyes gazing with nothing but pure disgust at the sylvari who seemed to be, despite all, a picture of flawless stoicism. All a part of his charm. Every liar needed a strong façade.

The Commander opened his mouth to speak. Maolmuire, however, had other ideas.

"Everyone! Don't you know the Void's properties have been evolving? Didn't you hear about the haze in the Gyala Depths?"

Maelmordha sighed. "Maolmuire..."

"It's messing with us. This is a mass hallucination!"

It seemed he had to be more... forceful.

"Maolmuire, stop! You've said enough."

"You're complicit, huh, you malformed weed?" Tornbanner sneered. "All you hivemind bastards were in on it from the get-go."

The necromancer focused his gaze on the Iron Legionnaire, something dark in his eyes that sent a shiver of dread up the warrior's spine. "I'm asking for the last time, Lieutenant Tornbanner. As for everyone else. I do not intend to falsify the truth, and welcome those who wish to report the incident to do so at their leisure."

He could feel an era close with his words. Despite everything, still he smiled. Time and time again, he found a way to smile in the face of those who doubted him. Always, he would.

"It is overdue that I stand in front of the Pact War Tribunal for my crime against Tyria and her people. But first... Lieutenant, report. Is everyone alright?"

Something shifted behind Vaughn's eyes. Flews slipping over jutting fangs - a predator that only stood down knowing its might to be no use. Not in front of a Godkiller. A Dragonslayer. A... whatever this man even was.

"Nobody was badly hurt... Maelmordha." The name tasted like venom on his tongue. "I answered you. So now, you'll answer us."

"I will, rest assured." Without further ado, the choppers descended, extending ladders. The necromancer looked away, turning his gaze to the sky.

"Everyone. It was an honor to be your Commander."

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Sorry Not Sure If U Take requests but i have an amazing idea.

Soo what about an tangerine x reader

Where the Reader is an Agent and its kinda Like enemies to Lovers but a little more twisted.

Since the twins are Killers, she tries to find them and IT gets flirty and all and tangerine is after some time sending the Reader clothes and Gifts and such. And at First the Reader is scared Like how do they know her Adresse. As it goes on tangerine is about to get catched but the Reader Just lets him Go. As Well as some Point of Views from the twins where tangerine is Like obssesing about the Reader and Lemon is Like nahhh U cant Just do that.

Inspired by Killing eve

I wanna colabe

I do! I’m trying to get to as much requests as I can (: I’m sorry this took me so long I’ve been so busy and this just got buried under a lot of other requests

Peaceful

Tangerine wasn’t one to get distracted from a job, usually that was lemon. But not this time.

“Yeah, I’m jus’ saying.” Tangerine shrugged, sitting down at the bar and looking around.

It was a large bar in a hotel. Why the target was here? They had no clue.

There you sat, in a dress with crossed legs, taking a sip of your martini as you glanced around.

You caught eye of a man in a suit. Another man next to him and talking to him, then getting up and walking off somewhere.

“I got eyes on her.” He said to lemon, and looking at you.

“What’s she doin?” He hid behind a wall, getting ready.

“She’s talking to the bartender.”

“So how should I go about this? Plan A or plan B?” You asked your friend, and your partner in crime who was being a bartender in disguise.

“Mmmm…. He’s checking you out, Plan A. Don’t know where the other one is though.” She looked around.

You sighed and looked at the man, the so called “Tangerine”

He looked at you, giving you a smile. You looked at your friend who just shrugged.

“Go get ‘em tiger. I’m right here.” She slightly showed you the gun she had hidden.

You got up, and sat next to the man, he looked at you and gave you a small smile.

“So how you wanna do this? Just guns a blazing?” You asked him, moving your leg up and down his.

“Mmm.. dunno, love. Maybe I should jus’ fucking stab your eyes out in front of everyone.” He said back, and looked at you.

“That’s adorable. Really. Now please, just let me take you to my client. He’s getting annoying, and he’s all like ‘oh my god it’s been a month’ so can we wrap this whole thing up?”

“Tell me who your client is and this whole thing can be over in minutes, dove.” He pointed the gun he was holding under the table at you.

“You know I can’t do that.” You took another sip of the martini, now completely finished.

“That’s a shame, really.” He swiftly turned around, and kicked you. Many shocked people around recorded and Lemon pulled the fire alarm.

You looked up at the counter, and saw your partner running to you. Tangerine cocked his gun and held your head on the marble.

“Who is it?” He gritted his teeth.

Your partner held her own gun to his head, and lemon pointed it at her.

��Seriously? Am I the only one who’s not pointing a gun right now? Can’t we sort this out or something?” You asked.

“Yeah, we can. Tell me who hired you.”

You groaned in annoyance, and kicked him in the balls.

“Motherfucker-“ he mumbled, you giggled and stole his gun away when he dropped it on the ground, holding it to lemon.

“All right, can we just take you guys to the client? Cause this would be a lot easier-“ you felt a sharp pain in your side suddenly, your partner yelling and starting to shoot, the twins running out and zooming away in their car.

“Fuck. Y/n.. y/n, stay awake.” She mumbled, grabbing your arms and helping you walk into the car. She quickly dragged you to your guys agency, and you were immediately dragged to a dingy infirmary room.

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You opened the door when a knock came to it, a large box at the door.

You furrowed your eyebrows and picked it up, cutting it open with a knife you stared it at.

A pink basket with a small teddy bear, a bunch of candy and a card.

“I know I shot you a few months ago, but I hope you feel better. But seriously, just tell me who hired you and this can all be over.

XOXO, Tangerine.

ps. Lemon did not want me to send this at all.”

You and tangerine had a very… complicated relationship. You’ve been chasing him for months, but he always slipped away. You’ve had sex pretty much almost every time you fought. You hated each other almost, but not really at the same time.

Sometimes, it wasn’t always hate fucking. Sometimes you both held hands, kissed, cuddled in secrecy. Two people enjoying each others company.

The chemistry between you both was undeniable, the only problem was work.

You looked at the box some more, how the hell did they find your address?

It was creepy, but almost sweet. You furrowed your eyebrows and read some more notes he left, he had also given you a novel, remembering the one time he had read to you.

“𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐, 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔. 𝑨 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑯𝒆𝒓? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔?“ 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕.

𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒌, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒕.

You smiled at the memory, and then shook your head. No. It could never work out, you constantly reminded yourself.

—————————————————————

Another day, another chasing the twins mission.

You sighed and dreaded this one, looking around the crowded place. Your partner was out sick.

You then locked eyes with him, Tangerine that is. Lemon looked at what he was looking at and shook his head.

“Man, what have I told you?” He said to tangerine.

“What you talkin’ about?”

“I see the way you’re lookin’ at her. C’mon, man, let it go.”

Tangerine scoffed, and folded his arms, leaning against the doorway.

“I didn’t do anything. She’s here to catch us, so let’s just go.”

“You sent the card, didn’t you?”

“No I didn’t.”

Lemon groaned “Told you not too, man. Jesus Christ.”

You started to walk up to them and they started to back up, you looked back quickly, throwing a smoke bomb discreetly on the floor.

Soon, people were coughing and leaving the building, just you three now.

You smiled at them, standing in front of them now.

“So nice to see you both again. Thanks for the card, very sweet.” You said with a smirk.

Lemon gave him a look and he just rolled his eyes.

“Look, we don’t know who keeps hiring you to get us, but it never works, does it? So let’s jus’”Tangerine was cut off when you kicked the gun he was holding to you out of his hand, you grabbed it when it fell to the floor and pointed it to the both of them.

“What were you saying?”

You then punched lemon, Tangerine sighing and trying to throw you off, but instead you kicked him in the balls, making him groan and fall back on the floor.

“Okay, that was just not fair.”

You pinned them both to the ground, and when lemon was about to pull the trigger, you grabbed his gun.

“So, anyways, as I was saying, I can’t really tell you.” You shrugged.

Lemon sighed and turned to Tangerine.

“Can you tell your girlfriend to get off?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, tell her yourself.” He rolled his eyes, you stared down at them both.

You looked into tangerines eyes, they were beautiful you had to admit. You sighed.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this. Kick me.” You whispered to them.

“What?” They both asked.

“Kick me.”

“Why?” Tangerine said, face scrunched up in confusion.

You groaned “Because if my boss looks back at the tapes and sees I let you get away, I’ll get in trouble.”

“Alright.” Lemon said with a shrug, kicking you harder than you expected. You faked a groan, and you fell onto the ground. You looked up at them walking away and you winked.

[shameeater]

Are we still sharing niche kinks? If not, please disregard, and I apologize 🙃

--

For as long as I can remember I've been into incontinence. More specifically either purposeful loss of control/deliberate unpotty training (usually because of someone else being the one to initiate the untraining) or it's an accidental loss of control due to deliberate laziness. Say like someone is busy eating and they have to go? They just let it go. Over time they stop caring and if they try to exercise control they find it's not nearly as good as it used to be.

The first would be easier to find except I'm not into ABDL... diapers are fine, but AB and age regression isn't my thing.

The second is almost non-existent lol I think it would usually fall under "slob" but often it either doesn't go far enough and just stops at gas, or it goes too far for my tastes and feels... idk, mean-spirited? Apparently non-chalant "I don't even care, I'm busy with something else" wetting/messing is a lot to ask for.

So far I have found ONE author who writes exactly what I'm looking for, and I'm very grateful to have as much as they've written.

For my "What's your most niche/specific/rare kink" post!

Oh my dear anon, any time anyone answers any of my inbox prompts I'm glad! IDC how old it is, even though this one is pretty recent, still pretty fresh I'd say.

I tend to be more into accidents and losing control myself, but someone purposefully messing just because they have to go or being un-trained is SOO hot too.

Something about purposefully messing because it turns someone on doesn't QUITE appeal to me as much as simply needing to go and letting it out.

I'm also not entirely into ah, I think you've been seeing fart torture. It doesn't really do it for me since I'm not into that dynamic (unless MAYBE the tortured party is aroused and conflicted by it, but even then).

BUT YEAH, been getting super into (I think it is slob) things like what you've described!

I made a post about someone having a humiliating kink for someone who literally just... does that, because they eat and drink like shit so their guts just blow up from time to time.

And even more fitting to what you described, there's another one-

I was messing around with a scenario in which a husband and wife (both powerful business folks) get a new assistant who's warned to "not react" if anything "odd" happens.

Of course the assistant doesn't know what that means, but they vow to not mess up such an opportunity.

And it all goes well!

The power couple work out deals and make calls and occasionally snap orders at the assistant and it's all fine until they start getting bubble guts from a fancy lunch they had earlier.

Much to the assistant's shock, instead of them taking a break and caring for their irritated bowels, the couple continue speak business and just... casually mess themselves, having been revealed to be frequent diaper wearers under their sharp clothing.

They're too damn busy to be caught up with stomach issues, and answering calls in bathrooms is unprofessional, so they just load up whenever they feel the urge during work hours. Meanwhile the assistant can only watch and listen while sweating behind their laptop...

[lostmyremembrall]

congrats on your 1k because you totally deserve it <33

for the 1k even thing i'd like to request 🐍 if its not too much of bother!

soo my love languages are mainly physical touch and words of affirmation as i get very affectionate when im really comfortable ^^ though most of the time in public i look or act grumpy without noticing😭 its just my resting face i guess?? im quiet and i dislike socializing with most people, most of the time im just off into my own world. i need words of affirmation and proof of someone's appreciation or love for me, or else i probably wont believe it. i always look a bit messy, even when i try to look presentable

🐍 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡!

Thank you so much for your kind words! And of course, it's not a bother! I'm loving these requests and I'm so enjoying writing these, including yours!

Hope you enjoy!

He was drawn to the air of mystery and defiance that you exuded. He perceived you to be someone who is headstrong, and honest with themselves, rather than constantly putting on a placating smile.

Which was why Tom was somewhat surprised by how loving and affectionate once he got to know you.

And now Tom is obsessed with your smile. Especially because he may not get to see that as often in public, he feels that your smile is special, like it's reserved for him.

Whether you're talking animatedly about something, smiling, or off in your own world, you often notice him staring at you with a mixture of curious observation and obsessive adoration.

You may think your appearance looks messy, but Tom simply adores you however you look. Sometimes burying his face into your hair, your sweater, or the crook of your neck.

---

Physical touch comes naturally to him.

Whether it be finding your hand in mid-air as you two walk together.

Wrapping his arm around your back and pulling you closer to him as you study next to each other in the library.

When he's stressed, or simply just because he wants to, he would pull your hand to stop you in the middle of the corridor. And while everyone's passing by, shooting curious glances, he'd pull you into a quiet embrace.

---

Tom did not grow up witnessing compliments and verbal affirmations (orphanage employees barely had time for those), so he is not used to giving compliments.

When you brought it up, Tom was genuinely shocked that you did not feel loved.

"I thought you knew," Tom was flabbergasted. From how much he feels for you, he thinks it's impossible for anyone to love more fiercely than how he loves you.

It has never occurred to Tom that you didn't feel loved because of how much he adores you.

You explained the concept of love languages and the communication of love differs from how much one feels for the other.

---

Ever since then, Tom has been attempting more verbal affirmations.

He would get embarrassed about it.

His cheeks turning red and mumbling something about how you looked radiant in the morning sun. He couldn't even meet your eyes.

Things started to change when he opted for a different strategy where he'd pass you notes and leave you notes around your dorm.

Apparently, it was easier to verbalise how he felt through writing.

It was then that you found your boyfriend to be a hopeless romantic and a poet.

You awoke to a torn-out paper placed on your bedside table. "Good morning sleeping beauty. While writing this, I had to restrain myself from kissing you so as to not disturb your sleep."

A line of elegant handwriting that appeared on your note during Charms class. "Your eyes shimmer in the most enigmatic way when you gaze at the sky."

Which caused you to blush, noticing Tom who's been staring at you as you daydreamed.

"I would do anything to take a peek into that wonderful mind of yours."

Another line appeared and dissolved into the paper. You turned your head towards him again and found his lips pull into a subtle, soft smile.

It was special, this moment that only you two shared together in a class full of people.

You two may be different and have to adjust things, but Tom is willing to change and learn anything if it means making you smile and blush the way you do.

[alexiavettel]

chapter three

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: kinda toxic!reader, mentions of Charles’ father, overthinking

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that match the context

⇦⇦⇦ previous part

Y/n Stroll POV:

There’s only one week left to the pre-season testing and they want us to go in a yacht and play cute happy couple while we could be training. I tried to fight my father and he just said “You signed the contract, honey. You knew what you were doing”. When I go to another team I promise I’m going to only see this old fucking man at Christmas!

And that’s how I ended up in this situation: sitting alone at the dock waiting for this asshole.

When I was about to go back home the bastard I was waiting for finally arrived.

“Please don’t shout at m-“

“I have waited for you for 45 minutes you asshole! Explain yourself!”

“Okay, first of all stop stomping like a kid” I might look a bit childish but can you blame me? “Second, I had something important to solve”

“What is so fucking important that you couldn’t even take 2 seconds to text me to tell you were going to be late or that you couldn’t come?!”

“I had a meeting with the team about some new updates they are looking for-“ he helped me get in the boat.

“I don’t need to know your bullshit. The fact is that you didn’t care enough to send me a simple fucking text and kept me waiting while I could be doing something better and more important than spending shitty time with you!”

“God okay, I am sorry! Is that what you so desperately want to hear?”

“Fuck you, Leclerc!” I marched to the farthest place from him, which happens to be the front of the yacht.

He can’t understand that I need every single minute I have to practice, obviously he needs it too but it’s so much easier for him, a man, a man in a dominant car specially. It’s so fucking frustrating pushing the car to the maximum and it still doesn’t give you what you want, what you need. And when you lose control what they will blame? The fact that I pushed the car too much until it almost exploded in my hands? Absolutely no. It’s surely because I’m a woman.

“You know Phill, Y/n is an incredible driver but I think sometimes the cars aren’t just made for women. I don’t think they can handle that much pressure, you got me?!”

“Y/n how much of the car Aston Martin had to adapt for your female body?” that’s not even close to the worst one but I would never get those if I were a man.

“Is it harder to drive when you are on your period?” “You have to do the underwear FIA check too?” “Come on, is it hard to handle yourself being around 19 men, right?”

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the boat engine starting. Yes, now I have no way out…

•••

“I bring lunch, you’re coming?” I was just getting my things back inside after putting my bikini on when I heard his hesitant voice.

“Y-Yeah sure” I shouldn’t have screamed at him, he didn’t deserved it. At least not this time.

“We are going to eat outside, all right?” when I finally found him he was shirtless at the kitchen (one of the prettiest I must admit, all clear tones and marble).

“Hmhm” I humm as I helped him with the trays.

“Pretty bikini” I paralysed in the moment I sat down next to the food “What? Am I getting the silence treatment now?! I know I fucked up earlier but I’m sorry okay? I just got caught up in the moment I forgot to call you”

“It wasn’t a silence treatment, I am just shocked that you can actually complement me” I couldn’t and help but let out a scoff “but I’m sorry too, to be honest. I shouldn’t have screamed at you, I got carried away by my disappointment towards somethings that doesn’t involve you specifically. So I shouldn’t have done it…”

“Oh my God, you can actually apologise!” he almost screamed.

“Fuck you, Leclerc”

“Yep, that’s the Y/n I know!” he messed with my hair getting an arm smack in return “Soo we got fruits, salad, loaves of breads, juice, jams and some slices of ham, cheese and salami”

“Oh God! I love salami!”

“Me too! By the way, fancy a swim after? I want to use the new jet skis”

“Yeah why not? But we have to wait a little after eating y’know because-“ I say while doing a sandwich for me.

“Don’t mom me, I know why”

“I don’t mom you!?”

“Whatever you say, darling. Gonna be back in a sec!” and he leaves. After calling me darling with the biggest smirk on his face and with a weird naturally…

“What is that?” I asked after he came back with a pot of something red.

“Cherry jam, I didn’t bring with the rest because-“

“I am allergic to cherries”

“Yeah and I know how you eat everything that’s red, thinking it is strawberries”

“Can you blame me? Strawberry is the best fruit, boy” I can’t help but think why he actually remembers I’m allergic to cherries… Whatever, it’s probably from eating together at restaurants so many times.

“Nah peaches are superior”

•••

“Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc I’m going to kill you!” I screamed from the top of my lungs as he splashed water all over me with his jet ski after I clearly had told him that I didn’t want to wet my hair.

“Not like you can catch me, darling” he speed away laughing… I want to drown him.

When I got by his side my desire was to crash the fast machine into his but I just took a turn and wet him all. Meeting with his face dropping water, eyebrows frowned but the biggest smile in his face as him try to dry his face. That made me smile.

Then he pointed the boat as a sign to come back. “Last to come to the boat have to do what the other wants for a whole day” I offered him, who wore a wicked smile agreeing with it. There’s no way he could beat me.

He actually could beat me. But only because my jet ski stopped midway, the engine has gone completely off.

“I’m going to help you but with one condition…” he proposed coming at me after seeing I apparently got a problem “I can choose when you’re going to obey me all day”

“You know this is literally your problem right? Your jet ski, not mine. And I’m not going to obey you, I’ll do you favours. But I’m not in the mood to swim my way to the yacht so it’s okay, you can choose when. But that can’t include race stuff” it was part of the challenge since the beginning but I think I forgot to mention it, so points to me!

“Whatever you say, sweetheart” he made me go behind him in his own machine to try to fix it “By the way, I had never seen you in one these how are you fast?”

“Well it’s not too different than bikes, and I am completely in love with my bikes”

“You ride??? You mean like motorcyclettes?” He stopped doing whatever he was doing to look shocked at me.

“Yeah I can show you the pics of my babies when we came back to the boat”

“Babies? Oh dear god! But anyway that would be soon since we are coming back right now, darling!” he needs to stop calling me that...

“How do you fixed it?”

“It’s the battery, I can’t fix it. The man who sold me that one probably didn’t use it in a very long time and didn’t switch the battery to sell it. I am going to call him after, but now you have to sit still here” he explained while tying a rope to connect the two jets.

•

“So yeah that’s it, my babies. They’re probably my most precious possessions” I gave my phone to him see the bikes while we sit together waiting for the sunset, shivering below a sharing blanket.

“I didn’t take you as a bike type… Why your ‘most precious possession’ isn’t a f1 car?”

“I’ve got last year’s, but once I leave Aston Martin I think it will be the only one I’ll keep”

“Are you planning to leave?” apparently the sun doesn’t want to go down, now would be an amazing moment huh?

“Maybe-“

“But then why would you agree with this deal?” He seems anxious…

“I still need a seat this season, ferrari boy”

“Oh…” an awkward silence took place after this and the sun finally started to set down.

“Even the moon it’s here too, so pretty” I said after asking for a pic in the wonderful mix of blue, pink, orange, yellow and purple in the sky.

“My dad used to say that the moon and the sun are a couple and when they’re in the sky at the same time, it's the only moment they can properly see each other and the closest they can ever be”

“My best friend used to tell me a story about how they fell in love with each other, and how the moon always try to hide her feelings from the sun ‘cause she knew they could never work out. But the sun being so shiny, warm and radiant, couldn’t hold himself and tried every single solar eclipse to ask the moon out, even receiving a ‘no’ every time he never took it as a real answer because he knew about moon’s real feelings”

“Your friend is no fun, is a sad story with a sad ending”

“It’s not sad, Leclerc! It’s an analogy of real life situations, sometimes life is sad and we can’t do anything besides watch it burn”

“But they could try! They would still see each other in the sky like now, they would still see the beauty left behind from the other, they could see each other properly in eclipses and all! If the moon really loved the sun she would’ve tried”

“Maybe it’s not that easy. What about the earth in that situation? And they could never touch each other! The sun would burn the moon down and he didn’t even think about that, the sun would be the end of the moon and even knowing that she still loves him… Being all destructive. Sometimes love can be like this”

The silence where this story belongs came to us, in a now dark sky where only the moon could be saw. Two bodies laying down in a boat in the middle of the ocean, looking at the sky and thinking about whole different things.

“But why the sun is a male and the moon a female?” he frowned.

“Me and my mate used to see it like that, the moon passes me this feminine energy”

“Still like my story better”

“You’re a kid who doesn’t understand the complicity of it” I got up and offer him my hand.

“I am not a kid!” He slapped my hand and got up himself

“See, kid’s behaviour”

“You-“

“I’m gonna get dressed and we can come back right?! I believe some people saw us today and we are probably being shipped in twitter”

“Yeah, I’m turning the boat back…”

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[seregios-seer]

Monster Review: Najarala

(I’ll also be instantiate by a new rule here that any monster with subspecies/ wildly different fights from game to game will get the long post cutoff after base monster intros)

Snaky Jakey here is a funny one. This guy was one of the monsters that blew ten year old men’s mind when I first saw his intro cutscene. Najarala still defines the primal forest to me even now. It’s the first time Monster Hunter had a proper snake monster, but thank god not the last. The coloring on Najarala really strikes me sometimes, the muted tones still coming off vibrant in contrast to the fins (plates? Spines?) on its neck. I must say I have a weird outlook on this one, since I really like the design but it somehow still comes off as middling for me, and I’m not really sure why.

4U (IG): The actual fight with Najarala is just as unique as the snake itself. The most unique attack of his (that he really likes doing in my experience) is his coil. He makes a wide circle around you, and slowly pulls closer before bursting upwards in an inescapable burn. Requiring hunters to either find the gap in his loop or dive is really neat, but as a Glaive main I never actually had to deal with this attack. The second big thing Najarala has is the scale launch. The massive tail scales he launches from his tail being able to explode due from a follow up screech is really unique, although once again I never really found much difficulty in this, although the detail of being able to destroy the scales is not lost and very much appreciated. The biggest issue by far comes from the lunge and sliding attacks at the Najarala’s disposal, and are about 8/10 hits I take from this one. Despite this, I was well into master rank before I ever realized some of the bite lunges could inflict paralysis. Not sure how tbh.

GU (Various): This fight's a lot like the 4u edition, but it certainly feels like paralysis bites are more frequent in this one. When played against hunter arts, and I used a lot of diffferent ones against this one, it becomes a really short fight tbh. Najarala flees less, and doesn't seem to have the burrowing attacks like in 4u, which were already somewhat rare already. I'd usually manage a kill before the bastard even leaves the area more often than not, so I'm overall kinda shocked how much easier this fight is.

Rating: 7.7/10

Much like his biggest attacks, the design just doesn’t hit for some reason (still soo good though).

Tidal Najarala:

So it took me a looong time to hit G rank in 4u (I was an idiot kid when I first got the game, ok?) and when I finally did, the new monster subspecies felt so refreshing and unique, and this beautiful, glorious freakshow-colored reptile is right up there for me. The colors and the elemental effects really bump my personal opinion of Najarala as a whole. Plus the coloration and status given to being a G rank monster really lands the whole "exotic" aspect for me.

4u (IG): This fight is by far faster than the baseline Najarala, and that obviously bumps the difficulty quite a bit. The amount of slam attacks I got hit by really skyrocketed in this fight. It was a bit of a coin toss on whether it felt balanced or unavoidable, but more often than not seemed like my bad. The addition of a spit attack for instilling water blight really gave some ranged ability to this fight, although Tidal tends to do wide tail sweeps compared to the small swipes of the baseline species. One of these sweeping attacks is actually the pin attack Tidal uses, which I hate purely because it makes no damn sense. If you're hit on the right, why would you ever go flying perfectly forward? But that's really more a stupid peeve of my own than anything, and overall the fight is still really fun, even moreso than the base species after you acclimate from your first attempt.

Rating: 8.6/10

Preddy colors... so cooool...

[dipolardruid]

OH MY GODDD I LOVE PETRA SOO MUCHH💗 ALSO THANKS FOR DOING MY REQUESTS MAN! Anddddd if the inbox isn’t too full or if you aren’t too busy I came up with another request! SO yk the request you got a while back of reader who’s only friends with Tina right? And how she will practically force reader to spend time/talk to everyone else. How will she and everyone else react to reader being clingy to someone else that isn’t Tina? Like reader spent time with everyone else and now reader prefers to be with Petra, or Paul, or Jake. And sorta just clings to one of them. Maybe even prefers to be with one of them than Tina. You can either make hcs or a oneshot of this whichever you find easier! Separate reactions or not ^^

-🌊

also take that other anons I’m the fav anon 😎

TW: Unhealthy relationships,yandere, slight mention of possible kidnapping.

"Come on please just for tonight! You knew me first anyways!" Tina says in a pleading tone after your rejection "Petra agreed to be there a little later after us." At this you tense up a little bit sighing "Ok ok I'll go." Tina smiles at this giving a small yay.

It wouldn't be long after the conversation that she would practically drag you out into her car, During the 20 minute drive she talked a lot only really allowing you to put in a few words if even that but what'd really catch your attention would be about her buisness "A simple threat about blacklisting him from my company and some warning to other companies about him which would affect any career and future in his field did the trick." You stare at her in shock, something she realizes "what?" She says in curious tone.

"Isn't that illegal?" Tina attempts to hold a smirk but fails to do so "Not if it's proven to be true information." She says without an ounce of shame "but you said he didn't do anything." Tina gives you a side glance before responding "pay some editors, some witnesses and some victims and that is all it would take utterly destroy the man from buisness to personal relationships." At this you seem to become uneasy.

Tina realizes your change in tone and immediately gives her usual and bright smile "Anyways enough of that let's talk about this special getaway!"

As you look towards the entrance once again you hear a small clank and a annoyed sigh causing you to look back at Tina who seems to be giving you a sharp stare before quickly putting on her bubbly appearance once she processes that you were staring back at her.

"Sorry it was more directed at Petra she is very rarely late so I'm just a little confused as to why she hasn't atleast called." Tina looking slightly dejected.

Seeing this you take out your brand new phone that Tina gifted you just a week ago after finding out the phone you had was quite old "I'll call her you never know if something could've happened." Before you could even start typing in your passcode Tina quickly grabs your hand covering your phone screen with the palm of her hand "No" Her tone catches you off guard due to the amount of force she had said it with.

You look around to see the table closest to you staring but quickly look away once they make eye contact with you "Oh I'm so sorry! I meant no she is probably very busy if something had happened I would've been the very first to find out you know this!" She says a little nervous at this point.

Your hands begin to grip and twirl around eachother as you begin to feel more uneasy as Tina's mood seems to go back and forth much worse today compared to previous days.

"I'm really sorry I really truly am, I don't want you to be uncomfortable I just...." Tina seems to stay quiet at this almost as if thinking but just lowers her head "I just wanted a day for ourselves....Petra doesn't even know we are even here...I'm reall-" Tina's eyes begin to water as she cuts her sentence off before completely giving in and letting out a soft sob drawing attention to your table.

You look around seeing those who are aware of the situation looking at you either in confusion or with a stink eye at the situation "Hey hey, it's alright don't cry." After some time of you comforting her she finally stops crying.

"I just really wanted to spend time with you, I see you make time for the others all the time even more for petra and it's as if you've forgotten about me when before you and I would spend time together all day everyday." She quickly continues before you can start talking "I'm glad you all are getting along, I was afraid you wouldn't have any interest in them and ignore them but now I can't help but feel as if you'd prefer me gone and I hate that, I don't want you to leave me or for any of the others to leave I hate it so much."

Hearing this you go to deny what she's saying only to realize it's true, ever since the others started spending more time with you, you seemed to slowly drift away from Tina to the point that even when you do spend time with her you'd be talking about the others or keeping an eye on your phone waiting for any calls or messages from them even with Tina right in front you.

Sighing you scratch your index finger against the table "I didn't know you were thinking this, I'm sorry... I got so caught up with the others I didn't think about how you were feeling, I promise to spend more time with you."

At this Tina quickly looks back at you with a smile "Really!? " she says in excitement keeping her tone low as to not draw anymore attention then she already has upon nodding your head she immediately brightens up seeming to pounce slightly from happiness.

After that day Tina was in much higher moods compared to before when she seemed to only go through the motions even the others seemed pleasantly surprised at her sudden change, the only one who seemed to be the same being Jake but you do catch him giving you a gentle smile once in a while before looking away.

One thing that seemed to intensify though is her clinginess before when you could at least get a small moments peace is now non existent even in the restroom where she'll go with you, she now is the one to drive you home, that's if you're lucky since 90% of the time she takes you to her home despite promising to take you to your home.

Just be careful not to fall back into old habits it will not end well she will use many methods even locking you up in her room while also letting the others in on what's happening, Petra might be the only one to really show hesitation at the plan but will go along with it once she sees you aren't treated badly.

This is avoidable as long as you agree to pretty much give away all freedoms and anatomy with the illusion that you still have your freedom after all she is letting you go out and talk to your friends and family, allowing you to attend school, and most of all allowing everything in your life to continue on smoothly so you shouldn't have an issue with sacrificing a few of your freedoms for that right?

She could always take it all away without a second thought and have you completely isolated as to where the only contact you'll ever have is them so it'd be in your best interest to just go along with it whether you like it or not.

Request are open!

[hisokassimp]

HISOKA X READER FANFIC (NSFW)

HISOKA X READER 

BLOODLUST 

-Chapter 1-

I have always been called things like: weak, freak, ugly, etc. 

Did I care? Well, I would lie if I say I didn´t. I honestly felt weak, ugly, miserable and a pice of trash always, because people taught me that, people taught me to hate myself. So, I´m in my way to becoming a Hunter or die in the attempt. But I did learn something those years, they surely lied in one thing... I´m NOT weak, I have the power and the strenght. So, if I can do something right, it has to be... Become a Hunter. 

… 

I passed the test, it was easier that I tought, then, I learned about the nen and the powers I had inside me, I´m an especialist, what a gift. I trained hard to conjure things and make it real... Like chains, knifes, swords, pretty much anything that it´s not alive... But to do it, I have to memorize every single detail of the object, the size, the form, the color, the smell... even the taste... But I´m so hardworking so I can conjure those that I mentionated easily. 

Well, now you know me... There is nothing more in my life than that and some missions, well, better to say there WAS nothing more in my life... 

I´m madly in love with someone since my Hunter´s exam... I saw him trought the distance of course, I observed his movements, his expressions, his... way to kill people... And I was just amazed. 

His name is Hisoka, Hisoka Morow... Ah... He is sooo cute, so handsome, so hot... I will say, it was love at first sight, he is a total psycho... Huh? You ask if its a problem? Oh no, au contrarie, I´m soo into it. That really turns me on, ahem, but we´ll talk later about my... masochist and saddist kinks, for now, lets go to the point when I talked to him for the first time: 

Reader: Easy fight right...? 

Hisoka turned around with his usually smile and asked: 

Hisoka: Oh...? You saw that little fight? Yeah, that was too weak *he loses a little his smile* it´s boring... Well, anyways, who are you anyways? Perhaps a bounty hunter? Are you here for my head or something? *He said smiling again* 

Reader: Well, that would be quite excitant... but no, I was just watching your little crime... 

Hisoka: So...? You are calling the cops or...? 

Reader: Fight me 

Hisoka froze just for a second in surprise and kept talking 

Hisoka: Oh my... Was that what you wanted, huh? Well, I dont like declain a good fight but, I´m not looking boring fights from little bunnies like you... 

I suddenly conjured two chains that instantly wrapped around Hisoka´s neck and chest. 

Hisoka seemed to be surprised and shocked, he was not expecting that or expecting that I´ll succes my ´´attack´´ , as he returned to himself with a kinda surprised face, he smiled widely again: 

Hisoka: Oh...? My, my... It seems like we have some potential here, well then, don´t bore me. 

Hisoka jumped against me to gave me a hit with his head, and I jumped, smiling, I was waiting for this for so long... 

As Hisoka fails his attack he balances his body and try to give me a kick on the stomach. 

He was still chained but I recieved that kick and it was a really hard hit. 

I was breathless for a moment by the attack: 

Hisoka: Hm? That´s it? Come on, keep moving, you seem to have more than just this! 

He tipped me with another kick in the face wich pushed me hard against a wall. 

He approached to me with that psycho smile of his... And then, he stoped. 

There I was, heavy breathing, red face, with a big smile on my face. 

I take that moment to grab the chains and push him harder against the wall, he seemed surprised by that, but not scared, just... surprised. I released my chains of him and I grabbed his hands with mine. 

He was just confused at my behave there. 

Reader: What a beautiful necklace you have... *I said flustered while I looked in his eyes* 

He opened his eyes widely with surprise and then, I put his hands around my neck... 

Reader: What are you waiting for...? Come on, choke me. 

[cx3ryz]

another rant: not persona related for the first time i think lol

ok so im back to rant on here as per usual, this time on my sister's computer which is where i do most if not all my websiting and not on my phone which is when you know it is very serious!

ok so as the title suggests, this rant ISNT! about persona 5 as ive been playing kingdom hearts and its been on my list for many, many years but my other sister finally got us a ps4 in nov of 2022 after so very long of us wanting one with her fafsa money and i managed to finish final mix.. now! very productive and not adhd-pilled of me whatsoever (i say incredibly sarcastically) but anywho, i finally finished final mix, as i've stated before and am now playing re:chain and i absolutely hate kingdom hearts' combat because it is so god damn unnecessary and pointless and horrible! but the long time hyperfixation and yaoi grind is so serious which i did not know soriku was so heavy in the game lmfao, my poor girl kairi she deserves so much better omg ToT but that's a whole different, much bigger conversation rant for another day..

but enough with long ass stupid intros, as a long time riku fan seeing his character and just how the overall story has played out so far aside from the ridiculous ass writinggg, i've been really impressed ngl! it has a lot of potential that it actually reaches, again, aside from the horriddd writing, the plot and ending in particular was very similar to revolutionary girl utena which is like. absolute peak everything for me lmfao honestly i wouldn't be shocked if it was inspired by it cuz they are soo many similarities, i kept even pointing it out to my sis (who HASN'T watched it yet very unfortunately!) cuz im such a nerd lmao. and especially with riku, im very happy he's even IN the game first of all cuz compared to most of my other sillies... like rip to my girl akechi you deserved so much better.. but anywho anywho, i really love riku's character and everything his character represents ESP from what i've seen in the com gba ver which i don't know if that passes to re:com, which is the ver im playing but i really hope so cuz i've seen some clips and he is, ugh such an amazing character so yes. im going to deep dive here with revolutionary girl utena, specifically anthy and akio as my basis for most of this lmaosdbhh (rgu spoilers and kh too of course)

i know im very crazy with how i jump to conclusions and try to "analyze" characters and all that, even from as young as i can remember myself i've always thought like. wayy too much its honestly very embarrassing but there's personally a lot of similarities between akio and anthy's whole dynamic that reminds me of riku and diz and ansem, whatever that whole mess is. i know diz isn't essentially a villain from what i've heard and seen and searching more about it now to double check what i'd be saying on here isn't complete nonsense, i forget kingdom hearts is legit nonsense and i clearly do not know much to anything at all about diz and ansem and whatever tf is happening there omglj ToT but but i will try my very best and to differentiate, ill be calling the actual ansem diz and the ansem in final mix just ansem so its easier for everyone involved lol and again ill mostly be focusing on parallels of rgu to final mix but overall, talking mostly about riku (my baby :3) yayy!

its so crazy how the final mix plot went to me, again im actually just very shocked with kingdom hearts' storylines and stuff in general. i imagine not much thought was put behind it as the writing. speaks for itself but it is actual very nuanced and again, has a lot of potential it actually reaches or could reach which is like. gold mine for me! we know that in rgu, akio is very blatantly harassing and abusing anthy in all forms, even the people around her, succumbing to the abuse he had endured throughout all his life really giving him no purpose or real reason as we see and are made to imply in episode 39 and the last scene with anthy as she leaves the school, he has nothing to really back up why anthy should stay, as of course they never will be any real reason to it aside from the abusive cycle that they're in specifically he is stuck in, having to make it everyone else's problem from lack of growth and realization (which still doesn't excuse any of his horrid actions, but was practically impossible for him to do but that is a pretty bigger conversation for what we have here to discuss today). it reminds me a lot of ansem and his connection with riku, how he used riku's body and how ansem's "motive" is never really mentioned in final mix, not that much can really be deciphered with all that darkness-hearts talk anyway but you know. and mind you, i know there's a lot more lore that goes into ansem and the reason for his existence, him being a heartless and all, same with diz and the actual ansem so again, i won't be really going into how ansem and akio are similar as individuals but just as their roles in the respective main storyline of final mix (ive stated that way too much times by now, curse you adhd) riku's body being used as just another vessel to ansem and the "darkness" that was inside of him was only really possible because riku was an easily susceptible child, as children are obviously going to be, and ansem used this position of innocence and hashtag childlike wonder lol to be able to use him and manipulate him to do his bidding, essentially. even after everything, when sora is inside that egg (for reasons i havent yet to know!) which can parallel what happens to utena at the end of rgu, riku/anthy are still in the shadows of their abusers to even save their loved one, as unfortunate as it is. it is just like the door scene with riku and sora which is extremely similar to the rgu door scene (which is when all these similarities really hit me lol), both riku and anthy are inside the door or coffin or whatever the case and they are the ones that have to be saved but it ends up being the other way around as again, the abusive cycle is continuous and unfortunately, ever affecting but it is a very big part to break free from this cycle that you try to grow, into a better person as riku and anthy did. again, they were still connected to their abusers, each to their respective cases but they were actively seeking freedom by putting love first and not just romantic love, but love at all, in all of its forms (such a nuanced thing, lol no pun intended but yes i do love that topic very much) which is something abusers do not have, as someone who is currently in a situation like this, a lot can be said from personal experience.

i think it's interesting to view how riku viewed the "ansem in his heart" as just an amalgamation of fear and abuse of all those unfortunate things. the ansem that he was scared of, not diz/the real deal, was a lot more of a disgusting type of person, someone who was "darker, more foul" as the ansem he knew was a literal heartless being, literally. and diz was able to use this fear to his advantage by being insanely creeping and threatening to him (which is where we can see abusers are still human at the end of the day) when riku could've "choose between darkness and light" or he could've realized his specialness, in a much nicer more peaceful way lol and i don't just say that cuz the combat is awful or as jokes, i genuinely mean it. and in all that, that is the literal definition of abuse! same as what akio did and even with akio's character as his prince self and his present self, we are made to believe they are two different ppl bc of how much he gave into that abuse and let it consume him, he became a monster, someone completely different in his entirety (which i fucking love that btw). and again, i know that is not the case with ansem and diz because they are literally two different people but you can't argue the general ideas are similar and the nuisances/themes are and could be there, i think it works really well for an abuse allegory. using sora, what he held very dear as anthy did utena or just the general idea of a genuine love and connection for them both which is obviously what the care and love stems from, to get riku to do his bidding, changing riku by almost entirely just to discard him later and only focus on what really threatened his power, or abusive cycle in reality (cuz ik the ansem drama goes a lot more serious and family oriented and all that lol), which was sora and in akio's case, utena (by keeping them in "eternal slumbers" in the places that they are situated in or around/familiar with). even to the way that riku treats sora in final mix, which i know isn't really him but his sort of detachment to him is very similar to anthy and how she would treat utena. which really isn't just comphet but it is something much, much bigger than that that doesn't really involve utena much when you really look at it. it is a very general sort of detachment and indifference that comes with abuse i really wished more people talked about because abuse is not just some funny little joke or something to be easily looked over! for the love of god, i am ating at so many things rn good lord. but his detachment towards sora was just his brain numbing to the abuse, losing that sense of love and almost sanity and even humanity to look at it that way, just as what happened to anthy and her barely-any-sense-of personality. like unfortunately it's still riku and it was still him, even if very little but he was still there and what we were seeing there was just the abuse and manipulation taking him over or the abuser and abusive cycle taking them over just as what akio became due to his abusers and cycle, once again as it is continuous, and what ansem's literal existence was and meant. they were or had just become amalgamations of the "darkness" in ones' hearts, the bad things and i think the game like com itself showing that you are a mix of them both and you have to balance them both is very beautiful because yes, unfortunately you can never be truly cured even more so when it has affected you even from childhood, you have to just live with it but you can grow and be a better person because you are human and you have broken free from this cycle and have control over your own life. hopefully this makes sense, i really don't wanna come off any sort of way. writing this all makes me realize it is a very messy and nuanced topic even to describe it which.. makes me love it even more lol.

ima attach some lines here i got from this website online of a let's play lmfao cuz im lowkey losing my train here ugh, fuck adhd omg. but update while writing. i am currently rereading after like an hour and it kinda came back to me. sorry if the next paragraph is kinda random and already has some topics i have already introduced previously I REALLY DO HATE ADHD but i wouldn't be here without it would i now....

seeing more of the lines now, the words and nuisances of the things he says are genuinely soo abusive oml. there's just a lot of potential like i've stated so many times at this point, within the game. as someone with a few personality disorders, black and white morality is such a big issue with me and i feel like the whole darkness and light thing especially with how they handle it with riku can fit really well into that too. i headcanon riku with ocpd, something i have because i was really shocked with how much i resonated with his character and how much i see him struggling with that. him not being able to understand how him and sora and kairi could've came to one (agreement terms i mean, lord) and taking such drastic measures with everything and being so avoidant with the things around him, even with how he had such a want for a bigger worldwide and viewed himself as if he had so much more hopes and dreams compared to kairi and sora due to the simplicity of his innate thinking and again, took such drastic measures to achieve that and even prove it, even if it was mostly unwillingly, he was able to be easily manipulated because aside from being a child, his "larger worldview" was easy to crumble because it is just built on excessive thinking and the constant need for answers (which very much reflects perfection and obsessiveness that is the biggest issues with ocpd) which is very unstable because life isn't really like that and when you can't snap yourself into this realization or have no one else to really do it for you, trust me if you don't suffer through ocd or similar things like that yourself, it is difficult asf lemme tell you that. obsession doesn't really get you anywhere and that even goes into abuse and abusers' obsessions with whatever their "motives" are. it's strange because it doesn't really make any sense as their "motives" are never really real motives and can never really be described but that is just its nature because it is nonsensical and is just a result of overdrive and it kills, as simple as that.

ok so i have a lot more kingdom hearts related-thoughts and analyses aside from all my various other cringe, nerdy thoughts (we don't discuss the intrusive or sexual ones my friends) but i think i've ranted enough for today, another mid-way update but lost my train again, but this is the longest i've ever ranted for, definitely had to get it off my chest that's for sure lol. but aside from the ranting, i hope to use tumblr more, just to be on my own but i hope to post more doodles and art related shit on here as i hopefully figure out how to work my tumblr around and all that so it's easier to post from my phone and stuff without getting the computer and eventually losing all my energy :P yes, i will be cooking up rgu au for kingdom hearts like just doodles is what is to take from all this. sorry if it doesn't make much sense i tried my best fhfdshk

[magicpumpkin3]

May I request HCs of the Dorm Leaders (Separately) with a [S/O] [Gender Neutral] (Romantic) who can curse out in their native language whenever they get angry? Like in one scenario: [Y/N] got so fed up with the One-Brain Cell gang (First Years) that they willingly cursed out in their mother tongue to the group, giving them an earful of a lecture like an angry mother who found their kids caused trouble at school. How would they react to their partner who can speak in another language? (Examples: Korean, Russian, Spanish, etc.)

(Note: Scolding in any language is lethal.)

(Note 2: Ignore @//swiftyangx12)

- @sanctum-of-ramshackle

Note: *laughing in bilingual* Oh dear, It's going to be such a delight to write

Note: It took almost a year...Well, that was something -

Riddle Rosehearts

I see Riddle as a person that thinks, that curse words are forbidden and that no one should use them well, at least not around him.

So, let's just say, when reader cussed out because of the stupidity of the holy trio, I think it was for the best that no one had a single clue what the hell they were saying, because otherwise Riddle would've collared them.

So, let's Imagen a scenario, where Riddle found out what the bunch of gibberish words ment. He is soo not pleased, the dorm leader really thought that reader was better, then that. Of course there was some scolding and ect, but at the end of the day, he kind of get's it, it's Deuce, Ace and Grim after all. But that's still not an excuse!!!

He's also really interested in learning some basic words in readers native language. Even those cuss words sounded beautiful.

Leona Kingscholar

So, like Riddle, he has no fucking clue what you said. Well, he gets that it's probably something like cuss words but he's not quite sure.

Now, let's clarify that he gives zero shit if you cuss or not. Like, he gets it, shit happens, let's move on. And to be fair, I'll lie if I say I don't think he's the type to use cuss words in he's day to day life.

So, when you let all your anger flow in the middle of an overbolt fight, he's all in for it, even the overbolt kid was stunned by the nonsense you said.

Does Leona want to learn the language? Fuck yeah he does, it would make so much easier for him to cuss and make fun of other people, omG. Overall, he thinks that you're hella cool when you speak your native language.

Azul Ashengrotto

So, I don't think I need to say it again, he has no idea what you said, he has some suspensions but he's quite sure. Azul new that sometimes your brain just glitches and some words happen.

To be fair, I'm not sure how he feels about cuss words. I think he's okay when there's some used, but not like fuck fuckedy fuck fuck fuck.

So, when you started screaming at the trio, he thought it was one of those days when your brain farts some words. He haven't even thought those could be some inappropriate words. Twins on the other hand...oh yeah, they knew-

When he found out, Azul was quite impressed. He hadn't heard anyone curse so passionately, so boy couldn't even be mad at you properly!

As for the language, he finds it mesmerizing. Does he want to learn it? Oh hell yeah! It could be your secret language that only both of you could talk on~

Kalim Al Asim

First of, this is a child. But in all honesty, I think he dislikes cuss words, but not as passionately as Riddle. But still, don't swear around him plz

He is truly curious about you knowing another language, especially when you speak it! It sounds so beautiful coming from you, he is definitely into learning some words. Lemme tell you, the way he was staring at you, when you rained hell fires apun the idiot trio, was something.

Now, we all know that he had no idea what you said, but let's pretend someone told him God help that poor unfortunate soul

He is shocked to say the least, I think he would just froze up with this face 0_0, like. He doesn't blame you, but at the same time it feels wrong to him to hear you cuss in your native language.

Vil Schoenheit

Okay, I feel like he's kind of like an Azul when it comes to the adult language, doesn't mind it, but when it's too much he'll ask you to stop.

Now, you speaking 2 languages is interesting, but at the same time he knows it's semi-normal to be so fluent He has Rook by his side, like c'mon

He would love to learn your language, but I feel he'd actually just learn the basic set of words and of course speak without accent bc perfectionism

Vil is no idiot and he sees with whom you're dealing. He understands, no judgement, yell at them all you want, he will just watch and might trow some disapproval glance in their director, just so they could feel the fault.

Idia Shroud

First of, he's a fortnighter. He's a gamer for crying out loud, I bet when he's comfortable he swears at least once in 3 sentences. So yeah, you can swear all you want, he's not amused.

As for the language, he's quite fond of it. It sounds very majestic when you start to talk on it so to speak. He simp-. And let's be honest here, the fist words that he'll ask to learn are the cuss once, we all know it.

So when he heard you scolding the trio he makes a few mental notes 1)Ask for the translated version. 2) Don't get on your bad side 3) That was hot-. Idia is really amazed how good everything sounded, almost got hypnotized there.

He wants to learn the language not only because he can then swear around people and be unnoticed or at least around himself, but he also wants it to be a semi-secret language between you too, so you can talk about whatever you want without being afraid of someone ears dropping.

Malleus Draconia

Okay, so yet another child. It's like dealing with Kalim but this one is a bit sly. He understands that cuss words have their place in the world but Malleus doesn't feel the need to use them or at least around you.

Malleus has great interest in learning your other language, he thinks that's it's going to be your aristocratic language thing, which he also finds quite romantic.

When he overhead you cussing in your mother tongue at the trio he was amused. Malleus in all honesty found this hole situation hilarious and interesting.

And yes, even knowing cuss words in your language he will not use them just to make you a tab bit mad~

[cuubism]

I don’t even know if you accept writing prompts, but just *Imagine* this

Dream, has no fuckin idea how Hobs immortality works

His sister just said “you could find out” and gave no other word other than the IMPLICATION that hob is immortal, so aside from knowledge that hob has been withheld from her gift, dream doesn’t know how the whole immortality thing works for hob

Meaning the first time Dream sees Hob DIE

I feel like he’s in for a ride

I always pictured Hobs immortality as a Deadpool kinda thing. He does TECHNICALLY die from whatever killed him, but he pops back as soon as his body heals. Not a fun experience, definitely some trauma involved (being drowned as a being that doesn’t die permanently seems ROUGH) but all in all Hob can walk away from everything pretty alright.

Now if Dream DOESN’T KNOW THAT. If he thinks hob is simply un killable, that could lead to a WORLD of delicious Temporary or Presumed death angst.

*looks at the ancient unfilled prompts lingering in my inbox from years ago* of course i take prompts what do you take me for! :D 😂 i love them, i don't always manage to write them

in retrospect 'you could find out' is QUITE mysterious and ominous, thanks Death.

yeah i usually imagine Hob's immortality working like it does in The Old Guard, where he basically does die but he comes back after a few minutes. i'm still undecided on whether he heals faster than normal, like, for plot purposes it's easier if he does, but there's something compelling also in the idea of hob having to struggle through the same long healing process as other people, just with the certainty that he will heal. i also always ask myself, can hob be permanently injured? like, if he lost an arm, would it... grow back? i don't know the answer to that. i like the idea of him being able to have scars for Symbolism, but him not having scars is also compelling, like, having no real record of anything that's happened.

drowning would... suck, especially as it probably took him ages to break free of his restraints so he probably drowned over and over and over...

dream seems to get in the 1789 scene that hob couldn't be killed by being attacked. but i feel like... like Death is not the only powerful force in the universe and she isn't all powerful. i could see dream being worried about hob being like, destroyed in some other way? like his... Being being destroyed? i don't think there's any being or creature in the story's universe that can't be killed in some way, even Dream can be killed - or, I guess, Morpheus can, is more accurate. so the fear could still be there. either way, seeing hob die would still be a hell of a shock, even knowing it's temporary.

i actually wrote something really similar to this in an as-yet-unfinished fic so i think instead of starting another wip (i have soo many ack) i will just share that scene

[ preface - there was a whole Fight and the Corinthian cut Hob across the throat (rip) and then Bounced because Dream was kind of, well, distracted ]

--

When Hob woke, Dream’s hands were around his throat.

Pressing, holding. Trying to keep him together.

And he was… just absolutely drenched in blood. It lay slick on his hands, smeared up his wrists, soaked in blacker patches on his black shirt and coat, he’d even managed to get a few droplets on his face. Dear God. Hob had almost forgotten how much blood could come out of a human body. It had, fortunately, been quite a while since he’d had to watch somebody exsanguinate.

Their gazes met. Hob’s bleary, Dream’s swirling with colliding galaxies.

“See?” said a voice out of Hob’s eyeline. “I told you he’d come back.”

Hob craned his neck carefully to see. A woman was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, apparently unconcerned by the scene of theatrical death and carnage playing out before her.

“Dream,” she repeated, when Dream didn’t move. “I told you. Let the man breathe.”

For all that her words were spoken lightly, there was a note of concern underneath them. Hob didn’t think it was directed at him, though, even if he had been to one to get his artery sliced open. The woman’s gaze kept flickering over to Dream.

“I had to be certain,” Dream ground out. His voice rumbled against Hob’s ruined throat.

“You don’t trust my word?”

“I had to be certain,” he repeated.

Hob wrapped a careful hand around his blood-soaked wrist, squeezing until Dream looked at him again, and rasped, “Hey. Can’t die, remember?”

Then his chest spasmed and he coughed up a truly horrific amount of blood. Dream released him, with some reluctance, allowing him to turn on his side, and Hob coughed until his throat was clear.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and spat one last clot of blood onto the absolutely destroyed living room rug. “Goddamn. That was a new one.”

“See?” said the woman, gesturing at Hob. “He even has a good attitude about it!”

Dream did not seem comforted by this. His hand fell to rest on Hob’s shoulder and gripped tight.

“Oh, I’m Death, by the way,” said the woman, catching Hob staring at her and waving at him. “Hey.”

“Um,” said Hob.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Death hastened to reassure him. “I’m not here for you. Or, I mean, I kind of am, but not to collect your soul, just because my brother here is a worry wart.”

Hob looked back and forth between them. “You… were worried Death would take me… so you… called her here?” he asked Dream incredulously.

Death sighed. “Not always the brightest bulb.”

Dream watched him intensely. “I needed to be sure she would not.”

“Dream, I told you—”

“I had never… seen you die before.” He held Hob’s gaze, but his expression wobbled into something close to fear. “It was… challenging.”

Hob supposed that knowing, abstractly, that your friend couldn’t die didn’t hold much water when seeing your friend die.

“Oh, Dream,” he murmured. Dream only looked more pained when Hob said his name. Hob found his wrist again and squeezed it. “Hey, it’s alright, yeah?”

Dream swallowed, a very human, nervous thing. “Evidently.”

“Come on, let him up,” said Death, and helped Dream haul Hob up to his feet. They dragged him over to the couch, where Hob sat, hand pressed to his still-aching neck. What a strange moment this made, he reflected. Two Endless, one covered in blood, dragging a half-dead human across the living room. Hob was going to have to give up on his life making a lick of sense anymore.

Dream’s fingers flexed, still slick with Hob’s blood. He wavered on his feet, then said, “I should— the blood,” and disappeared in the direction of the washroom at a rapid pace.

“Can’t he just—” Hob waved his hands in a gesture he hoped conveyed change his clothes magically.

“Could,” Death agreed, perching on the arm of the couch. “But he’s feeling an emotion so I think he needs a minute.”

“Ah.” Dream’s stricken expression hovered in Hob’s mind. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like seeing that forced split in his friend’s composure at all.

“You’re good for him, Hob,” continued Death.

“Because… I got my throat cut and kind of almost died and upset him?” Hob said, expecting her to correct him.

“Yup!” Death agreed cheerily. Her eyes lingered on the hallway that led to the washroom. “Among other things.”

As if any of that was reasonable. Hob leaned against the back of the couch, rubbing his eyes. “You all are so cryptic.”

Death laughed, but didn’t elaborate on what she’d said any further.

Hob lingered on it, though. You made him upset. Hob hadn’t seen Dream upset before, not like that.

Did he ever get upset like that? Or, rather, did he let himself?

Hob quickly found himself also watching the hallway for Dream’s return. He half-wondered if he’d just bolted back to the Dreaming, or maybe gone after the Corinthian, if he’d escaped after Hob had… died.

When he didn’t return for several minutes, Death let out a long breath and got up to go after him.

Now alone on the couch, Hob clenched his fingers in the fabric of his pants, gritting his teeth as a shiver of shock ran through him. Sort-of-dying sucked, but often, Hob had found that the aftermath was worse – human bodies were meant to either die or live, not land somewhere in between, and each time he’d recovered from situations he should have died in, he’d faced a sort of belated panic response, fight-or-flight kicking in with no danger present.

He stood jerkily, stumbling to his bedroom, where he stripped off his absolutely ruined shirt – he was going to have to burn that, he’d look like a serial killer throwing it away – and jeans, and scrubbed off the blood as best he could with a spare towel considering Dream was still hogging the washroom.

He’d just gotten on a clean pair of jeans and was reaching for a shirt when the door clicked open. Dream stepped in, so quiet he was less person and more shadow. Gone were his long coat, and his boots. His black skinny jeans and long sleeve shirt were functionally identical to what he’d been wearing before, but Hob had a feeling the actual blood-soaked ones from before had been destroyed – if they’d ever existed outside of dreams in the first place.

He stepped quietly, barefoot, over to Hob, and Hob looked up and down at this change in attire. “Planning to stay awhile, love?” he asked, a weak attempt at levity.

Dream stopped before him. His eyes were deep and very dark. “You are shaking.”

Hob chuckled self-consciously, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Yeah, turns out that sort-of-almost-dying is a bit of a shock to the system. It’ll pass, though.”

“It will pass,” Dream echoed, expression unreadable.

“Has before,” Hob said, tension prickling up his spine at the utter stillness of him now. And not the relaxed stillness that Hob had become accustomed to when they sat and drank together at the inn. No, this was the stillness of water about to overflow. Surface tension.

“Before,” Dream repeated, again.

Hob smiled weakly at him. “Promise.”

Dream’s night sky gaze flicked over his face. His shoulders were even narrower without his coat, and the lack of structured fabric made him look softer, human, normal.

But Hob’s friend, his love, his stranger had never felt less normal. He moved in like the approach of nighttime, hovering clouds and darkness and rain, a blanket pulled over one’s head that might cocoon or suffocate.

Hob would have accepted either.

Dream caught him by the jaw with fingers soft as lamplight, murmured, “Promise,” and kissed him.

[luimagines]

Heya!! I found your blog like last week and I already read all of your masterlist lol I love how you write and how you characterize the boys! Thanks so much for doing this! <3

I have a request if that's okay? I wanted to know how Twilight would react if reader (maybe he's crushing on them, maybe not, that's for you to decide ☺) knew from almost the beginning that he was wolfie, but tried to keep the secret and kept spoiling wolfie and like, calling him a good boy and everything?

Hope you have a wonderful day!! <3

Masterlist

Thank you so much for your kind words and the request! <3

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“Wolfie!!” You call out and try to fight the strength of your grin, but you can’t help it. The animal wags his tail at your call and trots up to you with a swagger you can’t help but find amusing.

If only Twilight would approach you as easily. Maybe he had more confidence as Wolfie?

Your hand reaches out and you begin rubbing it all over his face and head, giving some attention to his ears and cheeks. His tail never ceases to wag and you’re happy that you’re able to make him happy if only for a moment.

This in common place if you took a moment to be honest with yourself. 

You grin at the full strength that you can manage. You give Wolfie a big kiss on his forehead and stand, making it easier on your knees. “You are the best boy, did you know that?”

He borks once, happily.

“That’s right! You are!” You laugh at his enthusiasm and ruffle the fur on top of his head.

“Does anyone know where Twi is?” Wind asks. “I need his help with this, but I don’t know where he is. I can’t find him.”

You freeze, side eyeing Wolfie.

You know. You do not think he knows that you know.

Wolfie’s tail slows as he looks at wind. He’s no longer as excited as he was merely seconds ago. Wind sighs to himself and rolls up whatever he had around his hand. He looks at you and Wolfie, an easy (if a bit disappointed) smile crawling onto his face. “Hey, do you know where Twilight went? He was here a minute ago.”

You smile back, a bit tensely.  “I uhh..... Nope. No clue. Sorry buddy. I can’t even think of an answer to give you.”

“Hmm...” Wind hums and looks around. “He’s got be nearby right.”

“Yup!” Your smile tightens even more.

“I guess I can always go looking for him.” Wind shoves it into this pocket. “I’ll be back!”

“Ok, be safe! I’ll let Time know where you are.” You call back, a hand landing on Wolfie’s head instinctually.

The boy runs off before you can say anything else and you let a breath out. It took a minute for you to realize it, but your heart was pounding within your ribcage. Taking a deep breath in, you sit back down next to Wolfie. You both still, the previous energy dispersing from the atmosphere.

“I... such a bad liar.” You admit. “I’m going to let it slip and you’re going to get mad at me.”

Wolfie tilts his head. He shakes himself vigorously and pokes his wet nose against your own. You smile sadly and reach again to scratch the spot above his eyes. His favorite spot.

“I’m doomed.”

Wolfie whines, licking your nose.

“Twi, I’m serious. I’m so bad at this.” You snort and push him away.

Wolfie freezes for real this time, staring at you with a shock and borderline horror on his canine features. You grimace and bit your lips. “Oops... I knew it.”

Suddenly there’s shadows and the creature shifts before you. At first you don’t know what you’re looking at but that quickly changes when a very familiar face appears inches away form yours.

In response, you jerk back and find yourself falling backwards onto your butt and onto the dirt path beneath you. Twilight is quick to follow you even if you don’t know why.

“You knew.” It’s a statement, not a question.

You bite your lip and shy away from the eye contact.

“You knew.” He stresses.

“Yes.”

“And you-”

“It’s not like you were saying anything!” You’re quick to defend yourself. “It wasn’t my secret to tell and not many of the others knew soo... Um... I just...”

“Since when?” Twi looks miserable, like he’s both scared and anguished that you knew.

“Since the beginning.” You say. “Literally the second day we met, I figured it out.”

Twilight scoffs for a minute in shock, moving himself off of you. “I can’t believe this.”

“I haven’t told anyone.”

“No, I know. I know.” Twilight rakes a hand through his hair. “This whole time-”

“I just- you never said anything, so I thought-”

Twilight groans loudly, cutting you off. He looks to the sky for a moment before snapping his head towards you. “So... you knew since pretty much day one.”

“Day two, but yes.” You sit up.

Twilight continues to stare at you for a moment before he gets into your personal space again. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“What?”

“Don’t sorry about it.“ He smirks and places a kiss on the tip of your nose, not dissimilar to Woflie’s little actions of affection toward you. 

You sit there stunned for a little moment longer before coming back to yourself. Twilight is already back on his feet, his hand outstretches towards you. You take it. He effortlessly hauls you to your feet and he winks. He’s smug, but you can’t be more confused even if you tried to be.

“I’m going to go find Wind.”

“O-ok?”

“See you later Darlin’.” 

He leaves and you’re stuck staring into the space that he once occupied.

You have no idea what this means or why his demeanor towards you suddenly changed, but you can’t find yourself complaining.