#its just more painful and annoying and visible on my face you know

[five-rivers]

providence 1

[You might have noticed my absence from the phic phight up until now, but I've been working on this all month! This is the first chapter of a completed fic that is 9 chapters long. The prompts used are from @alexapiper @ash-rabbit @kinglazrus, with special thanks to @jackdaw-sprite @datawyrms and Lexie for beta and encouragement. Also tagging @kawaiijohn because although I didn't quite hit your prompt it's in very close proximity and it helped inspire me.]

[CW: Later chapters have some dissec.]

“Clockwork?” called Danny, softly, standing on the ground just outside the wide open doors. It felt more polite, somehow, to walk in, rather than flying. Normally, he might not care so much about being polite, but… He looked around the entrance of the tower, spotting lingering evidence of the fight with, well. With the other Danny. Phantom. Evil future Danny.

Danny hoped he picked a name soon. Figuring out what to call him when he hadn’t was annoying at best and terminally confusing at worst. He at least needed a distinct nickname or something. Because Formerly Evil Danny just wasn’t cutting it.

(Tucker was calling him Shadow the Hedgehog, and Danny hadn’t played enough Sonic the Hedgehog to know if that was a valid reference or not.)

He shifted the weight of the bag in his hands, debating just… dropping it off. That felt rude, but after everything, barging into Clockwork’s home would be extra rude. Especially since it would be him doing the barging. Him, Danny, aka an alternate version of the person that had wrecked Clockwork’s home, merged with him, and broke the timeline to the point of weakening his powers indefinitely.

Then again, the doors were open, he had a strong sense of being watched, and despite visiting before, Danny was always curious about the inside of the tower. Time and space were, after all, sort of the same thing, and it seemed like he noticed something new and interesting every time he was there.

And he was worried about Clockwork.

Being forcibly merged with another ghost couldn’t be healthy, not to mention the damage to the timeline.

Maybe he’d just–

“Hello, Daniel,” said Clockwork from the depths of a shadow.

Danny jumped into the air, startled, then, sheepishly, set himself back down on the floor. Clockwork could time jumpscares perfectly, and the way only his outline and the glow of his eyes were visible only added to the effect.

“Hi,” he said. Then he held up the bag. “I brought–”

“Apology fudge, several types of tea, and a thumb drive with an almost certainly unnecessary security update for my time medallions.”

“Tucker wanted to contribute, and he didn’t have enough time to finish the scarf,” explained Danny, lingering on the threshold.

“Naturally,” said Clockwork. “Do come in, Daniel.” Clockwork faded back into the shadows and Danny followed.

“So,” said Danny, trailing after Clockwork, “how is cleaning up going? The, um, repairs?”

From what Danny could see, they weren’t going anywhere. Or, at least, they hadn’t progressed past the point of pushing rubble to the sides and making the walls whole. This was only the entryway.

(The view of the tower from the distance hadn’t been great, either, though. Cracks big and small ran through the whole structure, giving it a ruined and abandoned appearance. Glimpses of things inside the tower through cracked walls and shattered glass didn’t help. At one point, Danny had mistaken a shiny silver gear for the white of an enormous eye. At least, he hoped that it was actually a gear.)

Clockwork cast a glance back over his shoulder, the dim lighting leaving the left side of his face in shadow. “Well enough. It is the damage to time that I am focused on, rather than the damage to my dwelling.”

“Is there anything I could help with?” offered Danny, uncertainly. “Or– You probably don’t want me here.” Which was painful enough on its own. “I could just drop these off–”

He tripped over a loose stone in the floor.

“Flying wouldn’t be rude,” continued Clockwork, apparently choosing to ignore Danny’s rambling. “We are both ghosts.”

“Right,” said Danny, lifting off and flying after Clockwork. “Where are we going?”

“My workshop,” said Clockwork. “There is something I want to show you.”

Despite his general (and possibly misplaced) guilt, Danny perked up. Despite scattered visits to Clockwork (mostly for apologies regarding various temporal misadventures or attempts at paying Clockwork back), he’d never seen Clockwork’s workshop.

They traveled through a short passageway, full of all sorts of wall clocks, from old-fashioned pendulum and weight clocks to cuckoo clocks to cat-shaped clocks with swinging tails to clocks that could have come from a Casper High classroom to utilitarian digital clocks. Some of the clocks were whole and functional. Many more were broken and still. The edges of the hall, the corners where the walls met the floor, were covered with broken glass.

At the end of the passageway was a set of cracked-glass doors. In the cracked glass, Danny saw reflections. But not reflections of the hallway as it was. There were flashes of purple, of white fire, of impossibly huge, bloodshot eyes. Danny spun, reflexively trying to see what was behind them.

“The doors–”

“An unfortunate side-effect,” said Clockwork.

“Of what?” asked Danny, turning back to the door. The eyes were gone, at least, but, as a matter of personal preference, the Nasty Burger mid-explosion wasn’t much better.

Clockwork just held open the door, head still tilted slightly away from Danny. Keeping one eye on Clockwork (he was acting weird, even for him), Danny slid into the room.

Oddly, the first impression Danny had was of the basement lab back home in Fentonworks. The colors were different - stone and brass with highlights of blue and purple, as opposed to plastic and chrome with highlights of green and red - but the workbenches had the same feeling of cluttered organization, of chaos with bubbles of order around ongoing projects.

But those projects weren't like anything Danny had seen in the lab.

There was one of the time viewers, the image in it glitching and blurring around the edges, a set of candles full of nails in strange patterns, something like a pair of glasses with over a dozen lenses held onto it with spidery arms, a small wall clock casing full of what appeared to be an ocean, a detailed map of a galaxy, stuck with pins, an exquisitely detailed orrery with dozens of planets–

Danny pulled himself away from the orrery (the model of Jupiter had over a dozen moons!), then a grandfather clock that included the phases of the moon, then the pieces of a tiny and absolutely precious pocket watch, laid out on a piece of black velvet, and, then, finally, he was able to return his attention to Clockwork, who, thankfully, didn’t seem upset. Much.

He still wasn’t looking directly at Danny, instead studying something on a nearby table. Danny couldn’t tell what, exactly, with Clockwork’s solid-color eyes.

“What did you want to show me?” Danny asked.

Clockwork picked one clock - a small, old-fashioned alarm clock - up from a teetering stack of books on the table and handed it to Danny, taking the bag of fudge, tea, and tech from him and putting it on an empty stool. “Wait a minute.”

There was a ratcheting sound, and, all at once, the bells of the tower began to toll, from the enormous, booming bell at the very top of the tower, to the shrill alarm clock in his hands. Danny startled at the sudden noise, inadvertently throwing the alarm clock into the air. He lunged for it, trying to catch it before it could knock into something important or delicate. He did, but then he knocked into something important: the time viewer.

Or, he thought he’d knock into it. Instead, he slipped into its surface, like it was a portal, before Clockwork caught him by the elbow.

“Careful,” he said, almost teasingly. He tapped the top of the still-ringing alarm clock with his staff, silencing it.

Danny blinked, frowned, then wriggled, pulling himself out of the viewer. Clockwork let go of his arm and drifted backward, holding his staff with both hands and morphing into his oldest, most wizened form. Only his mouth and red eyes were visible beneath the shadow of his hood.

“What was that?” asked Danny. “I thought that you needed one of your medallions to go through one of those.”

“Perhaps,” said Clockwork. “But if that is the case, then how has this occurred?”

“Are you… asking me?”

“That is generally what is implied, with a question,” said Clockwork.

“Um,” said Danny. He looked down at the alarm clock. “Is this a time medallion, somehow? Like, not the shape, obviously, but…”

“And how would you test that hypothesis?” asked Clockwork.

Danny looked back up at Clockwork, then at the clock again. He put it back on the table, then, hesitantly, touched the time viewer. His hand went right through it, up to the wrist, before he snatched it away. He looked down at it with consternation.

“So, I guess that isn’t it,” he said.

Clockwork hummed noncommittally.

“You’re going to have to give me a hint, here,” said Danny.

“Consider: do you have what is, perhaps, an unusual relationship with time?” asked Clockwork.

Danny stared at him blankly, and Clockwork sighed.

“Have you had any uncommon interactions with the timeline in your past? Have you done things with time that wouldn’t be possible for a normal person?”

A blush rose in Danny’s cheeks. Yes, he knew he had an ‘unusual relationship’ with time. He’d time traveled more often than Marty McFly (probably, he hadn’t counted). Normal people didn’t do that. But the way that Clockwork asked had made it seem like there was some other meaning.

“Well, yeah. But when I asked you to send me back to Vlad’s accident I still had to use…” He trailed off. “That was before, um, Phantom, um.” Danny sucked his lips in, unsure of how to phrase what had happened delicately, much less clearly. “The weird time slips, those were all centered on me. Everyone else who noticed them was close to me.”

“In more ways than one,” agreed Clockwork.

Danny looked back at the glitching time viewer and made a face at it. The image was of a distant forest fire, smoke billowing up from the side of a hill. It hadn’t seemed particularly threatening before, but now that he knew he could fall in by mistake, he wondered if he shouldn’t edge away from it.

He looked back at Clockwork, meeting both red eyes for a split second. “Is that the only…” He trailed off, surprised.

Clockwork turned away again, swiftly. “Unfortunately, the nature of these effects makes it difficult for me to see with any clarity.”

Danny shook his head, forcibly reorienting himself on the conversation. He could process what he’d seen later. Hopefully. “You were still able to do the mind-reading trick pretty well.”

The corner of Clockwork’s lip that Danny could see twitched upward. “As I have told you before, I cannot read minds. I can only see timelines where you say what you are thinking.”

“Which is basically the same as reading minds,” replied Danny, thankful that they’d had this exchange so many times that his response was automatic. His thoughts were spinning, and stopping himself from blurting them out was close to impossible, so it probably was a good thing Clockwork couldn’t read minds.

“It is significantly more prone to error,” said Clockwork, with a shrug. “In any case, now you are aware of this phenomenon.”

“Right,” said Danny. He nodded to himself, as if the gesture would magically grant him the ability to know what he was doing. “Now I know. Your–” He cut himself off and chewed on his bottom lip. “Is there anything I can do to help you fix things? Or even just clean up?”

“I was under the impression that you were spending most of your time trying to learn how to be a bridge between humans and ghosts,” said Clockwork, rearranging tools on one of the workbenches.

“Well, yes,” said Danny, “but helping out is part of that, right? And this is, you know, sort of my fault, so…”

Clockwork paused, put down the tool he was holding, then looked directly at Danny. Which meant that Danny saw Clockwork’s scar again, and the way it had changed.

He swallowed.

“The events that led to this damage were not your fault, Daniel.”

“They kind of were, though,” said Danny, his shoulders rising. “I mean, it’s my fault that the other me exists, so, this is, too.”

Clockwork raised an eyebrow. “Would you prefer that the other Phantom not exist?”

“No,” said Danny, hurriedly. “At the beginning, but– But not now.” After separating from Clockwork and being stabilized by the clone, future Danny was much less murdery.

“He is his own person, separate from you, and has been so for some time. His actions are not yours, and your actions are not his.”

Danny licked his lips, wanting to protest, but nodded. Then, unable to stop himself, blurted, “Clockwork, your scar–”

“And that is certainly not your fault,” said Clockwork, covering the eye and turning away again.

Danny felt his heart drop. He wanted to believe that, but with how Clockwork was acting, he couldn’t. The last time he’d seen Clockwork’s scar–

When was the last time he’d seen Clockwork’s scar? Had it been right after the fight with the fused Phantom-and-Clockwork? Or had Clockwork been hiding it then? Had it been before? Danny couldn’t remember.

Either way, the last time he’d seen Clockwork’s scar, it had been a simple, healed-over gash, dark against ghostly flesh, rather than pale the way a human scar would be, thin and straight, almost the platonic ideal of a scar. Now, it was a twisting, branching thing, with burnt edges. Danny knew that shape. He knew it intimately.

He raised his hand to touch his chest, just below his heart.

“You will need to leave now, if you are to return before your parents miss you,” said Clockwork. “Remember that they no longer are aware of your secret.”

Danny nodded, and while he didn’t flee the tower, he left at a far greater speed than he’d entered. As he flew back to the portal, two, no, three thoughts ran through his mind over and over again.

Why did Clockwork’s scar now look like a Lichtenberg figure? What had done that to him?

What could Danny do to help?

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

I Wanna Be Yours.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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I was listening to the song “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys when the idea for this fic came into my mind.

A special thank you to @its-interesting-van-kleep for proofreading and listening to my ramblings over this! ❤️

Pairing: Jake x female reader

Word count: 6.3K

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, thigh riding, oral (m! and f! receiving), protected penetrative sex.

Summary: Insomnia leads to unexpected turns of events.

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A loud groan echoed into your room, followed by the dull sound of something heavy hitting the carpeted floor.

You couldn't believe it.

You were so close.

Just one more minute would have sufficed, but clearly, your vibrator had other plans, that included dying in the middle of its duty.

Insomnia had always been a constant in your life since you were little.

You tried everything you could to overcome it. Your friends suggested yoga, relaxing ambience music, incense, hot baths with essential oils but you were afraid that the only thing that could save you was a deal with the devil.

The frustration in your chest grew to the point that you felt like you couldn't even breathe properly, despite the window being wide open.

You sat up on the bed and tugged the crumpled bed sheet away from your sweaty body.

Then you stood and changed the t-shirt you had on with a new one, reveling in the feeling of the cool cotton on your flushed skin.

You needed to get out of that room.

Maybe you would find some needed rest on the couch in the living room. And maybe a cup of tea could help you relax.

You made your way to the kitchen on tiptoes and in the dark, trying not to wake your roommate who was sleeping in the bedroom right next to yours.

You turned the kettle on and were on the tip of your toes trying to grab a mug from the upper cabinet when someone clearing their throat behind you made you squeak and jump, almost causing you to lose the grip you had on the mug.

“Fuck, Jake, you scared me,” you hissed towards him. His silhouette was barely visible, but you could see that he was facing you and there was a beer bottle on the table in front of him.

You huffed, regretting leaving your room altogether.

“Hi, sweetheart. I'm happy to see you, too” he greeted you, his tone condescending and irritating, like always.

“What brings you here on this fine night? You heard me coming downstairs and you were dying to see me, weren't you?” he went on taking a sip from the bottle, slowly.

“That's none of your business, Jake, and no, I didn't hear you or I wouldn't be here.” You hissed and he scoffed at your words.

“Don't worry, I just need to make a cup of tea and then the kitchen is all yours.” You went on, whispering impatiently.

He was the last person you wanted to see and it showed from the way you glared at him.

And you could sense the sentiment was mutual, since he kept trying to tease you.

The relationship between the two of you had always been like that. You kept teasing each other every chance you got and, ultimately, someone (usually him) pushed it too far, resulting in you ignoring him until you both forgot what had happened. It was a pain chain.

The tension was always palpable.

“Oh please, be my guest,” he said, kicking out a chair towards you, signaling you to sit down with his outstretched hand.

You did as you were told with a huff and heard the smirk in his voice when he spoke again.

“You didn't answer my question,” he said.

You huffed, annoyed.

He really wasn't able to mind his own business.

“I can't sleep, ok? And now that you know it? I don't think you can do anything about it.” You answered him, harshly.

Your patience was wearing thin.

“And what about you, what are you doing here at three in the morning? You don't have one of your girls to spend the night with?” You inquired, maliciously.

He snickered at your remark.

Now that your eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, you could see him better.

And what you saw made a strange shiver run down your spine.

He was shirtless and his hair looked a bit disheveled, but the sly smirk he was sporting was what made your blood boil the most.

“I sense a little jealousy in your tone, sweetheart,” He whispered sultrily.

“That's just disgust, Jake” you rolled your eyes “and don't you dare call me sweetheart.”

He laughed heartily and shook his head.

“You are feisty tonight. Did something happen?” He asked then.

You groaned at his incredible ability to read you perfectly.

You hated him.

“I just can't sleep, ok Sherlock?” You hissed.

He was about to speak again when the kettle started whistling.

You stood and poured yourself a cup.

When you turned back around, he was already watching you with a strange glint in his eyes.

“That won't help you, you know this, right?” He said pointing to the steaming mug in your hands.

“So, what's going to help me, according to you, Insomnia Guru?” You snarled.

“You just have to let your body relax,” he said, like it was some kind of divine revelation.

“Wow, thank you Jake, I really didn't know that. As if I haven't already tried.” You exhaled and then grasped your head in your hands in defeat.

“Oh, believe me, I know that.” He said then knowingly, and you froze in your spot.

What the hell did that mean?

He didn't hear you, did he?

You slowly raised your head and, when you reluctantly met his eyes, he went on with a devilish smirk on his lips.

“And from what I gathered, it didn't end like you hoped.” He went on, in a mocking tone that had an uncontrollable need to punch him raise in your chest.

When you glared at him, he only raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Fuck you, Jake” you hissed. Then you grabbed your mug and started walking towards your room ready to put as much distance between you and him.

You knew for sure that you weren't going to sleep a wink anyway, considering the anger growing in your chest.

“Wait-” his voice, deep and raspy, echoed in the room the moment your foot touched the first step.

You didn't know why but you stopped.

“Come here” he said, and again, you obeyed him, like in a frenzy.

He had turned on the chair and was now facing you.

You found yourself in front of him with no recollection of how you ended there.

He was so close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body and suddenly, all you wanted was for him to touch you.

You shivered when you realized that all this time you had been there in just a t-shirt and panties and nothing more.

And your eyes widened when you noticed that he was wearing very short pajama shorts. That simple cotton garment was hugging his thighs deliciously. His muscles caused the fabric to visibly stretch and you had to bite your lower lip not to whimper out loud at the sight.

Jake had been your roommate for over a year now and you had found yourself staring at him from time to time. He was a handsome man, but his know-it-all attitude really irked you. Not to mention the many girls that came and went from his room every once in a while. They especially came, for the absolute displeasure of your ears, and he loved bragging about it every chance he got.

He saw you gawking at him and smirked, removing the mug from your hands gently and patting his thigh.

“C'mon sweetheart, take a seat. Let me help you relax,” he patted his thigh again and you felt yourself fall under his spell.

He placed a warm hand on your hip and squeezed lightly making your legs feel like jelly.

“Stop overthinking sweetheart. I won't bring this up in the morning, I promise.” He whispered and his eyes were sincere.

After a while, you did as you were told but, as you placed your hands on his shoulders, you spoke again trying, and inevitably failing, to seem in control of the situation.

“I'm not your sweetheart, Jacob” you hissed.

When you felt the muscle of his thigh press in between yours, so hot and sturdy, your hard demeanor faltered and your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull.

“There's no need to bring up my full name” He whispered into your ear, gently caressing your hair and making it fall down your back. Then he placed both his hands on your hips and tugged you down flush against his thigh, making you groan and stifle a moan.

“Good girl” he whispered and you whimpered involuntarily, blushing immediately after.

He smirked again, knowingly, at your reaction.

“Oh, you're not my sweetheart. I think you like good girl way better.” He whispered.

His lips touching your ear made you shiver but you ended up moaning his name when he spoke again.

“You'll be my good girl tonight, won't you?”

Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders upon hearing those words.

“You are so wet and warm here, I can feel you” he went on torturing you with his beautiful voice as you pulsed already against his thigh, feeling your wetness increase by the second.

“Now relax, and use me, take what you need” he said, gently pulling you forward by your hips and pushing you back. The friction he created made your eyes squeeze shut as you started panting heavily already.

You started moving your hips, rubbing yourself against his thigh and reveling in the feeling of his sturdy muscle against your center.

After a while, you had your eyes shut tight, your head was leaning against his shoulder and you were about to reach your much awaited orgasm when he stopped you, grabbing your hips and forcefully detaching you from his thigh.

“Jake, what the fuck?!” you snapped, anger was already bubbling in your chest at his interruption when he had promised to take care of you

“Shut up and take your panties off.” He said, out of breath.

In a second, your panties were laying on the floor, ruined and crumpled.

At that moment, he grabbed your jaw and angled your face downwards, towards his thigh.

Even in the darkness you could see the outcome of your previous actions glistening crystal clear on his skin.

"Can you see it?” He asked, breathing heavily.

You nodded, incapable of forming a single word.

“I want you dripping down my thigh now, alright?” He went on, hissing through gritted teeth.

“Now be my good girl and make a mess all over me” he whispered.

Goosebumps covered your skin at his words.

Your eyes traveled from his to his lips, and down to his chest before moving even lower, stopping abruptly at his crotch.

You gasped at the sight before you.

His shorts were having a hard time concealing his prominent erection that was begging to be set free.

When he guided you back down on his thigh, you both whimpered at the feeling of your bare skin on his already damp one and your eyes rolled back when you saw him slightly twitch in his shorts.

You started riding his thigh faster, guided and encouraged by the firm grip he had on your hips.

Your moans started echoing in the kitchen and you heard him curse under his breath.

Your eyes fell to his crotch again and you saw him palming himself. You felt bad for him so, without thinking, you swatted his hand away and tugged at the elastic of his pants to free him. He wasn't wearing any underwear so it was easier for you to reach his skin.

A loud groan left his lips when he was finally free and you genuinely gasped at the sight of him. He was beautiful and you felt your walls flutter at the sight.

When your hand wrapped loosely around him, he grasped your face and kissed you, making your eyes widened in shock.

But the shock was short-lived. You ended up melting on his lips like chocolate in the sun and you kissed him back almost immediately as you kept moving your hips against his leg. His skin was drenched then, making your movements smooth and electric.

He started placing little kisses down your neck and, suddenly, he tugged your t-shirt up and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, suckling at it gently while making eye contact and smirking.

As his thumb gently rolled against your clit, you felt the muscle of your legs stiffen.

“I feel how close you are. Be a good girl and come for me now,” He sultrily whispered into your ear, making your back arch. You felt your orgasm hit you gradually. It started from the tip of your toes and spread languidly through your entire body.

You let go of him to grab his shoulders for leverage as your hips moved quickly, chasing your much awaited high.

You leaned your forehead against his shoulder and bit down harshly at his trapezium when you finally reached your orgasm.

He praised you throughout it, helping you ride it out by keeping his strong hands on your hips and guiding your movements that were getting more erratic and uneven.

After the last shockwaves, you slumped onto his body, tired beyond belief. It felt like all the fatigue accumulated during the day fell on you, making even a single movement impossible.

He kept caressing your hair and you relaxed completely against him.

Just as you were about to drift off, Jake moved you from his thigh with a gentle grasp on your hips. The faint sound of your wet skin detaching from his muscle made you both groan.

He sat you down sideways on his other thigh and fixed your t-shirt.

You felt him stifle a whimper when you involuntarily brushed your hand against his crotch in the attempt to grab his shoulder and suddenly you were no longer tired.

He was still hard but he had tucked himself back into his shorts.

“Let's get you to bed. I'm gonna get you tucked in so you can finally get some sleep.” He whispered but you stopped him as he tried to stand.

“I don't want to go to sleep yet,” you mumbled against his neck.

“But-” he tried to say but you interrupted him with a finger on his lips.

“Shhh,” you whispered back, meeting his confused stare with sleepy eyes as you slowly slipped down his thigh until you were kneeling on the floor between his legs.

Your hands caressed his thighs upwards and, when you reached his crotch, you heard him whimper.

He was still painfully hard and the cotton was straining against him.

As you dipped a finger inside his shorts, he clenched his jaw but didn't stop staring down at you closely.

“What are you doing?” He said, trying to look unaffected by everything but failing miserably when his voice faltered.

“You did something for me, it's only fair I return the favour.” You answered truthfully and a little smile spread onto your lips as you saw his jaw clench and his eyes squeeze shut.

A little whimper left his chest when you lowered the elastic band of his shorts to free his length and the smile on your lips turned into a knowing smirk.

He was just as needy and desperate as you were.

“If I were you, I would wipe that little smirk off my face, pet, before I do it myself.” He whispered, caressing your hair and twisting a few strands around his fist to tug a little while trailing the pad of his thumb across your wet bottom lip.

The sight of him towering over you, with his chest covered in a light sheen of sweat and his eyes glinting mischievously made a shiver run down your spine.

His cock was twitching almost imperceptibly, ready for your touch and you were about to reach for it when you hesitated.

His stare was almost intimidating you and your hands started shaking a little.

You were starting to get tangled in your thoughts when a little sound left his lips.

“Please, baby” he whispered and that sound made you snap out of your reverie.

You wanted to hear that little sound again.

You wrapped a hand around him gently and rolled your tongue over the little spot right under the tip.

He cursed at the feeling and tugged off his shorts to spread his legs more, silently begging you to go on.

You started licking up and down his shaft and his hands sank in your hair.The weight and the warmth of it made you crave every inch of him.

When you reached his balls, you twirled your tongue around them and sucked them into your warm mouth making a loud groan echo in the dark silent kitchen.

You kept repeating that motion over and over again and you were feeling your eyelids becoming heavier by the second until he grasped your hair and forcefully separated you from his skin.

“Stop teasing me, please, and I might call you good girl again, since I know how much you love it,” he almost whimpered, panting heavily.

You obeyed and slowly enveloped his tip between your lips, sucking gently and making his head fall backwards with a low growl.

As you sank him deeper down your throat, he started becoming more vocal, making your toes curl and your pussy throb again.

You slowly trailed a hand between your legs to take care of yourself and you moaned around him at the feeling of your fingers slipping easily through your wetness.

When you swallowed around him, he moaned and grasped you by the hair, tugging you forward and making you almost gag.

Your eyelids threatened to close as your movements became sloppier and sloppier around his length. You were downright slobbering all over him and by the unbridled sounds leaving his lips he was loving every second of it.

“Such a needy girl. God, this mouth of yours is heavenly,” he groaned gently thrusting into your mouth.

At that moment, your eyes met his again. As the feeling of his girth started making your jaw hurt, your brain started wondering about how he would feel like buried to the hilt inside your pussy and, unknowingly, you stopped bobbing your head.

His smoldering stare made you almost burn down to your core as his mouth twisted into a devilish smirk.

Maybe all you needed was really a deal with the devil.

But he was no devil.

He just knew what you were thinking. Probably because he was thinking the same thing.

For an unbelievable twist of fate, the moment the thought of having him buried inside you to the hilt crossed your mind, his own was invaded by an irrepressible urge to feel your walls squeeze around him with a death grip.

Suddenly, you two found yourself standing in front of one another.

Your scalp burned where his hand was wrapped around your hair, but the feeling was nothing compared to the absolute craving you felt for him

“I know what you are thinking, pet. And there's only one way to find out.” He whispered onto your lips.

You didn't even give yourself time to overthink about it. You grabbed his hand and took the stairs two steps at a time with him hot on your heels.

Once inside your room, he pressed you against the wall with his naked body and kissed you, stealing your breath away.

After a while, he broke the kiss and placed a single peck on your neck before whispering into your ear.

“Get on the bed, now.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the realization of what was about to happen.

He watched you closely as you obeyed, and when you were settled, he moved towards you.

But suddenly, he stopped abruptly and bent down to retrieve something from the floor.

Your cheeks flushed red when he stood with your dead vibrator in one hand and a devilish smirk on his face.

You hid your face behind your hands ready for him to mock you for it but the snide remarks never came.

Instead, he caressed your shoulder with gentle fingers to get your attention before speaking.

“You should always keep it well charged, you know. Where's the charger?” He whispered making your cheeks flush red even more at the extreme ease that he used when he asked you such a thing.

You were unable to answer him so you just pointed at the last drawer of your nightstand with trembling fingers.

You observed as he bent down and retrieved the charger before plugging it to the wall and then to the toy like it was the most natural thing in the world. You felt your heart flutter at the sight.

Your eyes traveled down the expanse of his muscular back when he was turned and slowly reached his perfect ass. You wanted to feel that supple skin and strong muscles under your fingertips. You always thought he had a nice ass but your mouth watered seeing him like that, in all his naked glory.

When he turned, he caught you staring and approached you with a wolfish look in his dark eyes. He crawled on top of you and you fell down with your back against the mattress, helpless and completely at his mercy.

He took you in so slowly you were afraid that his eyes could incinerate you where you laid.

Then, in a sliver of voice, he spoke.

“Are you really sure about this?” He whispered.

“Yes,” You whispered back without a single doubt.

But you immediately regretted it, in fear of appearing too easy to him.

The fact that he was naked and basically on top of you was making it difficult for you to properly concentrate.

“But this is a one-time thing so don't flatter yourself,” you sharply added, to try and save your face.

“Mhmh,” he mumbled with his usual smirk and he started trailing the tip of his nose along the column of your neck, making you shiver.

His fingers, that were toying with the hem of your t-shirt, slipped under it and lifted the fabric slightly, exposing your naked center to him again.

You shivered as his hand moved further up your body and he stopped again to check on you.

“Still ok?” He whispered.

You were slowly starting to lose your mind.

You needed him. Inside. Immediately.

As an answer, you quickly removed your t-shirt, presenting yourself to him in your birthday suit for the first time.

He cursed and didn't waste time in sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, making your back arch, chasing his lips.

Your eyes squeezed shut because of the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body and your hands grabbed his biceps to try and keep contact with reality.

His whisper of your name in your ear made you whimper.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked, sitting up.

“Yeah. First drawer.” You said as your eyes traveled down his chest.

He opened it and a little laugh made you frown.

A louder one quickly followed.

“What's so funny?” You said, a little worried.

“I can't believe this. This is the same box you had last time I asked you for a condom. When was it? Three months ago? And back then it was new. And now only one is missing… the one you gave me. Oh, pet, that's why insomnia is bothering you. You really need some action to let out your frustrations.” He said nonchalantly and you felt your blood start boiling again.

You pushed him off you, outraged by his words.

“Fuck you, Jake!” You hissed, already looking for your t-shirt to cover yourself.

“No, wait, I didn't mean it like that at all.” His eyes widened when he understood the enormous mistake he made.

“Oh really?! And what the fuck did you mean?” You hissed again feeling betrayed as fresh tears started welling up in your eyes.

You hated yourself for letting your guard down with him. For trusting him in the first place. You wanted to disappear altogether.

“I meant that you should have come knocking on my door way sooner. I would have helped you.” He said matter-of-factly, like it was the most usual thing in the world.

You scoffed at his smug, full-of-himself demeanor. You wanted to slap him.

“Of course, like that's the easiest thing in the world. Knock-knock, hey Jake it's me, I'm so frustrated. I was just wondering if you could just fuck me senseless so that I can sleep. Yeah, easy,” you answered him, amazed by the absolute audacity that man possessed.

“Wanna bet that you can sleep like a baby after I'm done with you?” he whispered sultrily wrapping a hand around his cock while licking his lower lip suggestively.

You scoffed yet again. “You are so fucking sure of yourself, Jake. As if I'm going to let you touch me after how you just treated me.” You really hated him.

“I mean it, but you can just enjoy the show if you prefer.” He winked at you and sat down at the end of the bed facing you with a hand propping himself up behind him and his legs spread while his other hand moved languidly up and down his length.

His face scrunched up in pleasure and your resolve quickly crumbled. The more his hand quickened, the more your need to feel him inside grew.

In a second, you made up your mind and you were on top of him.

“Stop. Since you are so sure of yourself, prove it. I wanna feel you inside.” You whispered onto his lips and he pushed you back on the bed with his body.

He kissed you hard and you felt his hips shift against yours.

You thought he was going to enter you immediately but he didn't. He wanted to take his sweet time with you.

He broke the kiss and kept a relentless eye contact as he lowered towards your center.

“This is to make up for what I said earlier” he kissed your inner thigh before nipping at the muscle with his teeth, making you whimper.

“And to make it clear that I mean business.” He whispered, right before licking a slow broad stripe against your slit.

Still sensitive from earlier, your body tried to pull away from the intense feeling, but, at the same time, needed more.

His mouth felt so hot against your center that your body covered in goosebumps and you bunched up the sheets into your fists at your sides, digging your nails into the fabric.

His pointed tongue kept licking you up and down and when, finally, he sucked your clit into his mouth your hands slipped into his hair holding him in place.

A loud whimper echoed into the room when he flicked your clit repeatedly with his tongue and your thighs closed around his head, trapping him there.

He groaned then and the delicious vibrations made your back arch abruptly.

Now you understood why all the girls he brought home seemed unable to stay quiet when they were locked in his room. You always cursed them because you thought they were making a scene and just wanted to make you, his female roommate, jealous.

At that moment you learned it wasn't the case. He was just so good it was impossible to keep silent.

Your legs clamping around his face didn't stop him. He seemed completely lost in what he was doing and kept rutting his hips against the mattress. What he was doing was affecting him too and the mere idea had you moaning out his name again and again.

Suddenly, he untangled himself from your legs and lifted up his face to speak.

“Is it ok if I use my fingers too?” He said with his raspy voice and glistening face. His eyes were burning and showcased a need you had never seen.

You breathed out a little yes and he immediately obliged.

He caressed your center with gentle fingers and, when he used his thumbs to spread your outer labia, you shivered.

He licked at you again, tracing his tongue around your entrance over and over to be sure you were wet enough for him.

Your hands were gripping the pillow on either side of your head in anticipation and you were unable to pry your eyes from his focused face.

You felt your eyes roll back when he met your eyes, winked and let a string of saliva dribble from his tongue to your center, before spreading it on your skin with his thumb.

You felt like your heart was ready to burst out of your chest the more he edged you.

A single whispered plea left your lips and he cursed at the sound of your already fucked-out voice.

Immediately after, his middle finger slid all the way inside you and your mouth opened in a silent moan.

Instead of moving his finger in and out, he curled it upwards gently and you screamed his name, feeling the need to grab his wrist and keep him there forever.

He did that again and again, increasing the pressure every time.

“I'm going to add another, pet,” he whispered and you stopped breathing altogether.

“But I need you to breathe,” he whispered against your bent knee, looking you in the eyes.

“No wait. I can't. I'm afraid I'm going to cum already if you keep that up,” you whined covering your face.

“Well, that's the plan. Relax for me and breathe” He whispered and sounded so sexy you were afraid you might implode.

“Ok” you whispered back, biting your bottom lip to try and conceal your moans.

You failed miserably, because the moment he inserted a second digit, you moaned his name out loud, feeling your walls clamping down around his fingers.

The smirk he was sporting after that was massive and you wanted to tell him off but the moment your mouth opened, both his fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot.

A moan of his name echoed loud and clear in the room and he groaned. He kept massaging that spot over and over again while his lips wrapped around your clit.

Involuntarily your hands grasped your breasts and your fingers started toying with your hardened nipples making the feeling of your approaching orgasm intensify through your body.

You felt your walls spasm around his fingers and he noticed too. The sensation was too overwhelming and you were having a hard time controlling your hips that kept bucking against his hand.

“There she is. Just like this. Take what's yours” he whispered, watching you with rapt attention as your orgasm hit you.

Your vision went completely blank and everything turned eerily quiet.

You couldn't feel your body at all, but you were aware that your heart was beating incredibly fast.

Suddenly, you felt something warm and soft against your cheek.

“Are you here on Planet Earth with me, pet?” Jake whispered, caressing your cheek with gentle fingers.

When you finally opened your eyes, he was towering over you, with a concerned expression in his dark eyes and a little nervous smile on his lips.

“Are you ok?” He asked again when you didn't answer the first time.

You nodded and watched as he visibly relaxed.

You felt incredibly sleepy but still, you were aware of the fact that he was still painfully hard. You could feel him against your thigh, pulsating and leaking.

“Are you tired?” He whispered into the crook of your neck, while his fingers combed through your disheveled hair.

“Yes, I am…” you answered and were about to continue but he interrupted you.

“You should sleep. I'll get out of your way.” he whispered back and was already starting to stand up when you grasped his wrist.

“Where do you think you are going? I think you were trying to prove a point. You really want to throw in the towel now?” You purred and saw his eyes darken at your words.

“You should know I never back down.” he whispered back against your lips.

Your hand slowly made its way down his chest and wrapped around his cock making him whimper.

You stroked him a few times watching mesmerized as he twitched and leaked in your hand but soon you stopped.

“Prove it.” You whispered against his lips.

“Alright, pet. I'm gonna give it to you good.” He said and gently turned your body on your side, so your head could lean comfortably against your pillow.

Then, he maneuvered himself so he was laying on his side behind you, spooning you.

You faintly heard as he put on the condom and suddenly his body was flush against yours. His chest against your back, his hips against your ass and his legs bent at the same angle as yours. Everything you were feeling at that moment was Jake.

You felt his warm breath against the back of your neck and you shivered.

“I need you to relax completely” he said, placing the arm on which he was laying underneath your neck and caressing from your shoulder to your hip with the other hand.

Then he traced his fingers up and down your back a few times, making you effectively relax.

“Are you ready?” He whispered into your hair, while stroking the tip of his cock up and down your slit, and making your back arch.

“Yeah, please Jake. I need you inside” you whispered not even remotely ashamed of the pleading, desperate tone of your voice.

With a hand wrapped around your hip, he pushed all the way inside excruciatingly slow with a drawn out groan that made you shiver and your mouth hang open in a silent scream of pleasure.

You were petrified by pleasure. Unable to utter a single word or to even move an inch, your brain was entirely occupied but the absolute feeling of fullness he was providing you. You had never experienced anything even remotely similar. Not even your vibrator made you feel like that.

In the back of your mind, you already knew that the whole “I'm not going to bring this up in the morning” thing was a bad idea, but you played along nonetheless.

You were already addicted to him now. It could only backfire in the future.

But, at that moment, your mind was completely blank. The euphoric feeling of Jake's member deliciously stretching your walls was everything you could comprehend.

He was already panting behind you and breathing sweet words of encouragement into your ears.

“You feel so good. God, you are like heaven.” he whimpered loudly, squeezing your hip with his hand.

“I'm going to move, alright?” He whispered and you felt him pull almost all the way out before starting to slide back in. Your walls spasmed and contracted around him, making him stop with an hiss.

“Pet, please, relax.” He said, groaning. “If you keep squeezing me like this I'm going to cum.”

You took a deep breath and tried your best to relax. You focused on the scorching hot feeling of his sweaty body flush against yours. It was one of the best sensations you had ever felt.

You felt him exhale a relieved breath when finally you relaxed enough for him to start moving and you had to bite your lip when he bottomed out inside you.

He set a steady slow rhythm and you felt yourself melt against him.

You had never had sex in that position, but you already loved it. It allowed you to feel him completely, every ridge and vein of his cock, and every sound and whimper coming from his mouth. It was so intimate that you knew you were going to soak your panties every time you thought about it. He enveloped you completely, monopolizing your senses with his presence.

His hand moved from your hip to your breasts, massaging the skin languidly while he praised you.

“You are such a good girl. Look at you, taking me so well.” He whispered and you sobbed out a moan. His name came out of your mouth in a needy whimper that had him biting your shoulder.

You felt yourself dripping all over him and you moaned his name again.

Suddenly, he bent the arm that was laying under your neck to grasp your shoulder to keep you still and flush against him and his other hand squeezed your hip again.

His rhythm quickened until he was slamming his hips against your ass, panting heavily.

Your orgasm was around the corner and you started countering his thrusts pushing your hips against his, feeling him impossibly deep inside of you.

You were unable to utter a single word. The only thought in your brain was made up of four words that kept repeating over and over like a mantra.

I wanna be yours.

I wanna be yours.

I wanna be yours.

“I wanna be yours”

You were too lost in pleasure to notice that the voice kept echoing in your brain because you were whispering it out loud before you came.

When he heard what you were saying his nails dug into your skin and he let out a wailing scream, spilling into the condom. He kept thrusting a few seconds more bringing you both over the edge of overstimulation before he stopped.

He didn't unwrap himself from around you though, he kept you so close you felt like one.

When finally he slipped out of you, he placed a little kiss in the middle of your back.

“I'm going to get you cleaned up. Give me a second and I'll be back.” He whispered.

After a minute he was back, but you didn't hear anything. You were already fast asleep.

He cleaned you up gently and then covered you up with your bed sheets.

Then he silently left your room.

Before shutting the door, he whispered something only he could hear.

“I'd love that, pet.”

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[4pfsukuna]

Could u write a sukuna fluff where he helps reader take down her braids and do her wash day 🙈

Debrief: i loved writing these cute little 1k word sfw fluff… in sukunas way

“What is it the braids!”

“Say it again and imma punch you in the throat” you huff stabing your braid with the tip of the tail comb wishing you could stab it into something else. You regret the day you introduced your boyfriend to kendrick lamar and worse explained the kendrick and drake beef. You remember the exact moment he decided to become a fan, it was exactly one month ago.

“So he woke up and chose violence?” He ask with a wicked smirk on his face. “Just started atttacking him through the music leaving psychological scars and making everyone hate him?” He follows up and you nod bopping along to the beat of not like us playing through the speakers of your rose gold macbook. 

“Yeah a real menace but the people love him” you tell him swooping your edges with the mini cheetah print brush careful not to make it to big so you wouldnt become the next meme on social media.

“I approve” his wicked smile grows until he hears a specific part that makes his eyes light up.

But that was a month ago, and even then you were holding on to these braids and knotless werent something to hold on to. Especially with the boho hair pieces getting tangled from you and your boyfriends sex sessions no amount of swooped edges, manipulated styles or headbands could save the style.

Unfortunately he loved you with these braids, loved that you had them a maroon color. The same color of his eyes. He thinks you look like a goddess but he would never tell you that can’t have you to arrogant.

So when a white man at the grocery store tells you he loves the braids, you immediately cancel date night with your boyfriend and head home to take them down. Enough was enough and that was all the sign you needed.

Sukuna isnt happy though and why would you expect him(derogatory) to just be okay with it and leave you alone. 

“Woman, explain” he ask with an annoyed look… well he always looks annoyed, he almost misses the section in your hair, it is very small, of braids thats youve already taken out.

“A white man complimented my hair so i have to take it down” you explain and when you dont offer any further explanation except just a blank stare with a tiny pout he nods. He knew better than to ask anything about your hair.

He barges in, in his true fashion kicking off his shoes at the door before sitting where you were sat.

“Uraume is good at hair stuff… want me to call them?” He offers not sure of how to help when your mood visibly sinks further but you just shake your head. 

“No i just… its so much its going to take days and im sorry for canceling i just—“ your eyes begin to water and Sukuna doesnt know how to handle this. Hes use to his big strong girlfriend who even though shes nearly a foot shorter you werent scared of him, scared to threaten him or scared to put him in his place. You problem yelled at him more than he yelled at people plus he would never forget the day you put him in a headlock. It kinda turned him on.

“Sweetheart let me help you then, put on some of your music that you like and sit between my legs like you make your neice do when you do your hair and ill pay to get your next style, okay” he rushes out pulling you to him in a hug and he hears you sniffle. For a woman that bullied a known menace to society you could be so sensitive sometimes but he loves that. Loves when you run into his big strong arms for protection.

“Can we get food?” You sniffle into his shirt and he chuckles squeezing you tighter.

“As long as you dont get your nasty snot on my shirt” he teases making you laugh.

“What is it the—nggh! Did you just bite me?!” He hisses tugging a little rougher on one of your braids making you whine. It didnt hurt but you were so tired, your arms were in pain from holding them up so long and your neck from leaning it against his muscular and meaty thigh.

“I told you stop saying that” you hiss dropping your arms tired of sitting here your butt was hurting also there was only but so many angles you could sit in. He promised booty rubs an hour ago but you had so many braids you were never going small again.

“Ugh you are the worst client ever, youre actually never allowed back to my malevolent salon of doom” he mimics the way you play pretend with your niece over he sees you getting frustrated again and your immediate cable lets him know that was the right thing to say and he’s proud.

You run your fingers through the back of your head pretending to scratch trying to see how many he has left when you notice he’s actually completely done before a loud smack and your hand is stinging.

“Did you just pop me?!” You're shocked, and with the comb nevertheless?! Oh he was spending too much with you learning too much about you and your mannerisms.

“Yeah and ill do it again, now let me tell you about the drama that happened at the kfc outside the tattoo shop since you didn’t want to answer my calls”  he scoffs before starting on the front section of your hair.

“So i guess this guy and his boyfriend were breaking up… actually the white haired guy I’ve seen before I’m pretty sure he’s the dad of Yujis classmate… or something but the kid looks like the other boyfriend… and i think he wanted to fight?” He rambles but you’re getting lost.

“Wait, who wanted to fight, the kid?” You ask stretching your legs out infront of you with a small yawn.

“What? No, the white haired guy!” He sucks his teeth pulling your head back so your eyes are on him. “I’m not sure what you’re worse at taking out braids or keeping up with drama.”

You don’t mention that you’re going to want his help washing your hair too just let him keep talking about his kfc drama with unnamed characters and half sentences.

[cutielights]

Warnings: injury mention, Leo being Leo.

Desc: Leo x G/N reader, unspecified if human or mutant/yo’kai. Comfort, cuddles! Generally trying to feel better about the whole world ending thing. 2nd person.

A/N: Happy 300! :D 741 words

Feeling Apocalyptic

The sound of chatter accompanied by several pairs of heavy duty boots thumping by your closed door fills your ears as you slump into your sorry excuse for a bed, the mattress flipped over as the springs had started to pop. Goosebumps run up your arms, only mildly soothed by the blanket you pull around your shoulders as you lean your head back against the metal wall with a soft *thud*.

You glance at the digital clock, the dim light displaying 11:39 PM. You know you really should be asleep in this condition. The stitched gash on your side beginning to ache with every movement. Those painkillers must be wearing off.

As you close your eyes, your mind runs rampant with worries and criticisms about the apocalyptic state of the world. This bloodthirsty apocalypse event had its birthday yesterday, it’s one now, gee I bet its parents are so proud. Has it had its fun yet? People are dying by the day and supply runs are beginning to yield less and less, it’s not going to be long before we have to start charring rats on a skewer.

Sighing in frustration and throwing the thin covers off , you sit up and move to swing your legs back over the edge of the bed.

Or, you would if pain hadn’t shot up your spine, a burning sensation accompanying it and irritating the gash desperately trying to heal. This injury is still fresh, the stitches clearly visible when you lift up your shirt, some scabs preparing to form along the lower edge. There was no room left in the med bay. This injury is on the lighter side of things.

Carefully, you shift your weight to lay down on the bed, moving a pillow over your head to block out the noisy hallway. Closing your eyes, it doesn’t take long for your body to eagerly pull your consciousness down into the abyss, leaving you in a dreamless sleep.

The scent of diluted disinfectant fills your nose, cold fingers wrapping around your arm. Your body responds, eyes shooting open and arm jerking back as you lay eyes on the perpetrator.

Alas, no Kraang. Just Leo.

A tired grin graces your lips as he leans down for a small kiss, the rare, warm, embrace more than welcome in this environment.

Landing a peck on your lips, his eyes flick back up at you before he pulls away, sitting up. “Sleepy, Mi Vida?” He chuckles tiredly, deep shadows making themselves known in their bed under his eyes by the lamplight. “You should really be asleep.”

This man’s audacity. “You woke me up-“ Nevermind. “Kinda hard with a gaping gash on my side.” You cross your arms, wincing a little as the skin around said wound becomes pulled with the movement, eliciting a worried flash across Leonardo’s face before quickly regaining a playful persona.

“Oh but I could have sworn you were patched up by the best just this morning, Mi Vida, hm?” He smiles, a gentle hand tracing the irritated skin around it, cold skin soothing. “You look great for someone actively bleeding out.”

You roll your eyes at this quip, perhaps not finding it as amusing as he does. “You finished all your ‘Resistance Leader Duties’ in order to come and annoy me?” You ask, a sly smile creeping across the corners of your lips.

“No, I had some issues left,” he mumbles, leaning his forehead against yours before closing his eyes, “Raph made me stop, said he could handle it.” He pauses before tiredly chuckling once again. “It’s five AM, I hadn’t stopped. Neither had Dee, wrestled him into bed.”

Snorting at this, you grab a pillow, whacking it playfully against his head.

“Hey- what was that for?”

“You don’t know what a pillow’s for?” You tease, laughing with him. “It’s a pillow. You just said it’s five in the morning, read between the lines.”

Leo grumbles at this, shifting his position. “Fine.” He lays down with you before pulling you closer to his chest, resigning his leadership role for a few hours rest. He hums, the vibrations tickling you as he traces circles into your waist. It doesn’t take long for the movement to subtly slow, eventually coming to a full stop as sleep takes him. You look at his peaceful face before the corners of your mouth curl into a soft smile. Resting your head under his, you too, fall back asleep.

A/N: eepy. Me, it’s me, I’m eepy. May edit this even when it’s up idk, finished this at 5am

Tags: @chillingshadow @crow-the-fox @moonchhu @ghoul-with-a-gun

[academically-stupid]

Avalon | Prologue

poly!bts x male!reader | vampire!AU | reader x vampire!bts | ot7 x male!reader

Caught one night when bathing in the river by his home M/n is taken by a group of men. Realising the situation he has found himself in, M/n's number one priority is getting out of there alive. Easier said than done when you've got to get past seven bloodthirsty and ridiculously horny vampires hellbent on making him their newest blood bag.

A/N: I got inspired while reading @colormepurplex2 's series, so go show her some support!! This is my first fic so pls give me advice or write if you notice any mistakes. Yess DPR IAN is my face claim for M/n, I love this man too much. Thank you thank you, enjoy!

His hands trembled as he followed the black-haired man down the hallway, thoughts running and changing faster than his mind could keep up with. Was this it? Was this where his life would end? Not that there was much of a life to begin with, but he had so many things he had yet to do, so many sights and places he hoped he would one day be able to see, even if only for a moment.

Stopping in front of a large oak door he paused, leaving a good distance between him and his kidnappers, just what did they want with him? If they were going to kill him then do it already? Why make him wait, why prolong the inevitable?

The man in front of him sighed, causing him to freeze up. Shit. Did he say something? Has he somehow made his situation even worse by making it seem as though he had not been listening, choosing to actively ignore the all-powerful man in front of him? The man who held his very life in the palm of his hands, free to do with it as he pleased. Free to end it any way he wanted. 

“You know," he said, looking back at him "for someone who doesn’t speak, you sure do have a lot to say”. Turning around he opened the door, with the taller man begrudgingly following shortly behind.

Beautiful. Truly whoever had decorated this building- this mansion- deserved the highest of praise. Deep maroon walls surrounded him, the colour seeming to match the aura of the brooding man before him. Only one window seemed visible, and even then, the curtains that hung from the high ceilings, cascading like a bloody waterfall, seemed to cover what little light managed to fight its way through.

“Well, are you going to come in or am I going to have to pull you in here myself?” Was all he said, cocking his head slightly, as though giving him a choice. Quickly he shuffled in as fast as his feet could make him. The illusion of a choice

Sure he didn’t really think this would in any way put a stop to his inevitable doom, but maybe listening to them would make the end less painful. Even if it sounded stupid in his head, the idea of there being even the slightest chance at a painless end spurred him to bite his tongue and do as the men told him.

Sitting down on the bed that stood in the middle of the room, the centrepiece, the man gestured to the space in front of him. Too close. He wanted him far too close for his liking. But what choice did he have? 

Begrudgingly he slowly made his way towards the man. Though perhaps he was too slow because the next thing he knows he’s being pulled by the arm, tripping over his own feet, falling to his knees in front of a now annoyed vampire. Shit.

A rhetorical question. He was obviously not expecting an answer from the man kneeling before him who had yet to say a single word. Did he not know that staying silent was useless, that he could hear his thoughts over the span of an entire forest? The very thing that got him into this situation in the first place? 

‘No’ Yoongi thought to himself, letting out a deep breath of frustration. There had to be more to it.

Of all the people Namjoon could have chosen from, why had it been him who was stuck on babysitting duty? No, babysitting was the wrong word for his current situation. The way that the man in front of him carried himself. The way he kept his legs tucked underneath him, hands clasped together on his thighs, the slight tremble visible only to the perseptive eyes of him and his brothers.

This felt closer to pet sitting if anything. He had not been blind to the way that he always kept a safe distance between himself and any of the guys in the house. Sighing he got up, for once having enough of the silence. The man was quick to jump to his feet. Whether to fight, run or hide Yoongi wasn’t certain.

"Stay here," he said walking towards the door he just came from. He had heard the front door open and close shut, signaling the return of the others. "I'll be right back, and I think we both know it would be in your best interest to stay put."

And with that, the door was closed. Sealing yet another victims fate.

Yet something kept bother Yoongi, as he walked down the corridor towards his brothers study, where the rest of them were bound to already be lounging about.

Why was this new humans scent so enticing? Was it even healthy for a living breathing human being to smell that much like death? Whatever it was Yoongi knew they were going to figure it out, with or without your cooperation.

One thing was for sure though;

This was gonna be a pain.

[links-in-time]

Beauty

I was thinking about body positivity the other day and as usual I had Twilight Princess on the brain. My girlfriend suggested I write something for Link and Midna, but in her cursed form. Because that little imp is still hella hot! I'm also short and curvy so writing this made me feel a little better about myself too.

So this is for all my short queens who get compared to tall goddesses all the time!

Usual 🔞 content warnings. Sexual themes, language. M/W

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“Mng! Agh!” 

“If you kept still it wouldn't hurt so much!” Midna berated in an irritated fashion. 

“It would be easier to keep still if you hurried this up!” Link shot back through gritted teeth. 

“I told you to bite down on something. You're the one who used your last potion BEFORE entering the woods,” Midna reminded him, raising the only eyebrow visible beneath her strange stone headdress. 

“Mmm,” Link stifled his next groan as best he could while Midna tied off the last of the bandage around his left leg. “I can get more tomorrow, but the shop in the village won't be open until morning.”

“Well then I'm ignoring any more complaints from you for the rest of the night!” Midna snapped, pointing an accusing finger squarely between Link's crossed blue eyes. “You're lucky I need you mutt, or I could have simply left you in that hollow to bleed to death.”

Link sighed, bending forwards to inspect Midna’s bandage around his thigh. A log on the fire popped and split, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. The motion caught Midna’s attention, she floated away from the small sofa, kneeling in front of the hearth to toss a few more logs into the dwindling flames. 

“I know,” Link said quietly, barely registering he had even said the words out loud. 

In the still quiet of his tree-top house however, his words reached Midna whose ears pricked up. 

“You know what?” She asked softly, not turning her head, but tuned in to hear Link's response. 

“How lucky I am to have you,” he sighed. 

The glowing timbers in the small grate blurred to twinkling stars as Midna’s gaze glazed over. The warmth of the fire seemed to contrast pleasantly with the rough-spun straw rug on the floor beneath her short legs. One wandering hand absently traced the woven pattern of the rug, while the other rested peacefully in her lap. She only became aware Link was speaking to her when he raised his voice slightly.

“Midna? Are you alright?” 

“Hmm, of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?” She replied, squeaking voice lacking some of its usual heat. 

“Because you haven't said anything, or told me off for about five minutes,” Link chuckled. 

The sound of Link's laughter made Midna turn her head, though it was only to shoot him a half-hearted frown. 

“Give me another minute or two, I'm sure I'll think of something. Or you'll eventually do something stupid to annoy me!” 

That got Link laughing again. However, his usual display of humour bit him in the ass as he slapped his hand down upon his injured thigh without thinking. 

“Ahh!” Link groaned, face scrunched up in pain and teeth bared. 

“There, that didn't take long at all, you dummy!” Midna giggled. 

Link whined and slumped a little further down into his sofa, eyes fixed on a random spot of wall above Midna’s head. He sniffed once, trying not to feel too sorry for himself. After all he had survived far worse injuries than this on his quest already. This just happened to be the first he hadn't been able to heal instantly.

More monsters had swarmed the woods surrounding Ordon during his time away from the village. Most had been easy to deal with now that he had discovered the Master Sword, but an archer got off a lucky shot and embedded an arrow deep in Link's thigh. Midna helped half carry, half drag the injured hero back to his home where they discovered Link had completely run out of healing potions. 

“I mean it you know, I count myself incredibly lucky to have you Midna. Heck! I'd be dead several times over if it weren't for you! I know you have your own motives and your own quest, but you've never hindered me, or left me to fight a battle alone. So, what I'm trying to say is, thank you, and I appreciate everything you do. Even if sometimes you wish you had a better hero to boss around.”

Link had been staring at his absently twiddling thumbs as he spoke. Although he found Midna oddly easy to talk to, he was not usually a particularly vocal person on a good day, and prolonged eye contact during a conversation still proved difficult. So when he lifted his gaze to judge Midna’s reaction, he was surprised to find her staring at him. 

“What?” He asked, thinking he'd said something wrong, or crossed some unspoken boundary. Link was about to apologise out of habit when Midna opened her mouth. 

“Nothing,” she uttered. Now it was Midna’s turn to drop her gaze to the floor. “It's just, I didn't know you thought those things about me. It's not as though I'm always kind to you either. I thought you'd be fed up with this bossy little Imp by now!” 

Midna tried to make light of the conversation with a chuckle, but Link noticed the way she crossed her arms and hugged them close to her chest. How her gaze seemed interested in everything in the room except for him. Link didn't know people as well as he should, but he recognised a nervous creature when he saw one. As far as he could tell however, Midna had no reason to feel afraid. 

From what little he'd seen of her magic, she was an incredibly powerful sorceress. The way she could manipulate her magically enhanced hair into an enormous fist or a useful tool. How she could enhance Link's own attacks in his wolf form. Or her command over the twilight gates which allowed them to warp from one part of Hyrule to another. 

Then again, Link knew next to nothing about the Twilight realm, perhaps Midna’s skills weren't seen as special or impressive by her own people. Though Link seriously doubted it. 

“How could I be fed up with someone who's so amazing?!” Link asked, gesturing at Midna as he spoke. 

At this Midna let out a bark of laughter, followed by softer chuckles as she stood and placed a hand on her hip. Link watched, bemused for a moment while Midna’s laughter subsided and she turned a wry smile on her host and companion. 

“Oh stupid hero, there's nothing amazing about this form.” Midna sighed, bright amber eye still fixed on the floor. “When Zant cursed me it was meant to be an insult, to curb my abilities and belittle me in the eyes of my people. I am nothing to be admired or held in esteem. This form is hideous and demeaning, no one could find me desirable or inspiring looking like this.”

With a final humf, Midna folded her arms once again and spun around to face the fire. 

Well, Link thought, that was just nonsense. For clearly such an intelligent person, Midna was being quite stupid. Before he'd taken the time to ask himself if it was a good idea, Link was already opening his mouth to speak. 

“I admire you.”

…

Shit, Link's mind screamed at him in panic when Midna failed to respond. 

No, Midna clearly wasn't feeling good about herself and Link wanted to help her see herself the way he saw her. 

“Midna, I…” Link hesitated, unsure of the best way to say what he wanted. “I disagree. Zant might have intended for you to feel those things, but you shouldn't.”

“Link, please,” Midna said quietly, dejection clear in her voice. “Everything I said is true.”

“No, it's not!” He insisted, trying to rise before he remembered his leg. 

“If you could see my true form, Hero, you would agree with me.” Midna sighed, staring wistfully into the bright flames. 

“Look, I don't know what your true form is, but believe me when I say there's nothing unattractive about this one.”

That got a reaction. Link noticed Midna visibly straightened at his comment. Her small hands gathered in her lap as she turned them and Link's words over. Working her fingers together Midna became very aware of how small the distance between the two of them was. Sat on the rug in front of the fire, Midna’s back was only a foot or so away from Link's legs and the front of the sofa. The air between them felt thick and warm, protected by the branching walls of Link's house. Link's compliments pulled at something within Midna she thought Zant had destroyed. A flutter. A heavy beat. 

“You may not think this form is desirable, but I…” Link stopped, as a lump crept up into his throat. He pushed past it. “I think you're beautiful, Midna.”

“Ha! Silly light dweller, if you could see my true self you would laugh at this impish body.” Midna tried to laugh at herself, as she turned back to face her host. 

“Do I look like I'm laughing Midna?” Link asked, trying not to sound too serious as he aimed for sincere. 

The Twilight Princess eyed her hero sceptically, as she searched his face for any hint of a joke or sarcasm. But as usual, Link's soft features and deep blue eyes held only warmth and honesty. He returned Midna’s gaze and kindled a small spark within her core which had nothing to do with the fire at her back. 

For Link's part, his heart felt akin to the beating of Epona’s hooves at a full gallop. He had an idea, but his previous experience with voicing his ideas to Midna hadn't filled him with confidence. Then again, the light spirits and the holy goddesses seemed to have made a good choice when they revealed Link to be the hero of courage. 

Besides, if Midna was insulted and simply killed him here and now, Link was sure the gods would understand. 

“Midna, would you… would you come here?” He asked softly, trying to find her gaze again. 

“Is something wrong? Is it your leg?” She asked, so considerate, though she'd flat out deny it if Link accused her of such. 

“No it's not that. I… I feel like you don't see yourself the way I see you. You seem to think that because you're small you aren't as significant, or shouldn't be taken seriously. You helped me feel like I was deserving of this tunic and the mark on my hand.” Link paused, calling upon that blessed courage. “I want you to feel admired, to feel seen, to feel… desired.”

Link was no expert on Twili behaviour, but he was certain Midna’s cheeks turned a darker shade of blue the longer he spoke. 

For a long while Midna remained motionless. Link began to worry that he'd overstepped, and finally ruined the rapport the two of them had gradually worked up together. Then, slowly, Midna raised her arms and gently tugged at the curved horns which adorned her carved headdress. Link's next breath caught in his throat as the stark grey stone lifted free of Midna’s head. 

Bright orange hair transitioned to black closer to her forehead, where jet black makeup had been applied over her brows and around her eyes. As Midna blinked up at Link he became dazzled by the ruby irises, almost glowing in the dim light of his humble home. Free of her head-wear, Midna ran an absent hand through her fiery locks. Link followed the movement with his eyes, as Midna’s hand trailed in an almost hypnotic motion as it came to rest on her hip. 

She seemed to become aware of his eyes upon her again. Heat returned to her cheeks at the depth of Link's gaze. The way he simultaneously pinned her to the spot and enticed her to close the small distance between them. Some of her old confidence worked its way into her limbs, jutting out a hip in order to slowly drape her hand over the generous curve. 

“Will you let me appreciate you a little closer?” Link offered, giving his good leg a soft pat. 

Midna eyed the spot for a moment, seemingly trying to make a decision. Link meanwhile made no motion to rush or influence Midna, he wanted her to make up her own mind. Not let him force her agency in such a quiet moment between them. After a long few minutes, a smile hooked the corner of Midna’s lips, exposing one of the tiny fangs Link often caught himself staring at. 

With an almost imperceptible motion, Midna drifted towards the sofa and lifted herself up until her head was level with Link's. Her feet hovered a few inches away from Link's knees while her hands remained planted on her hips. 

“Can…” Link began, clearing his throat before he continued. “Can I touch you?”

Midna nodded, apparently having decided not to unleash her sharp wit on her poor farm hand at present. 

Link clenched and unclenched his left hand briefly before reaching up to lay his palm over Midna’s shoulder. His bare hand covered almost all of her narrow shoulder and upper arm, but the electricity in the contact was palpable. Lips parting to allow for a deeper breath, Link pressed onward. 

Midna’s bright eyes remained fixed on his face, while Link watched the progress of his own hand. He gently squeezed the muscles of her bicep and rubbed circles into the hollow of her shoulder. As the warmth of Midna’s skin and tight clothes beneath his fingers grew more enticing, Link slid his hand around to her chest. His eyes briefly flicked towards hers to check for any sign or discomfort or reprimand, finding none, Link returned to his task. 

Though Midna’s black raiments left little to the imagination, Link found his thumb following the curve of black fabric around the plump form of her breast. At this, Midna’s eyes slipped shut and a soft moan sounded in her throat. Emboldened, Link gave an experimental squeeze. Another, higher sound almost made it past Midna’s lips. While Link quickly reminded himself to breathe, he dragged his hand away from Midna’s breast and up her slender neck to rest upon her cheek. 

Cracking open one eye, Midna observed her unlikely lover. He was being so gentle, so soft, so unlike how he was with everything else. In battle he had become formidable. When faced with a puzzle, brute force was usually his first go to as a solution. But here, enveloped by the warmth of the fire and the cushions surrounding them on the thin sofa, Link seemed entirely different. Less certain, but extremely attentive and aware of every reaction Midna gave him. 

Feeling the brush of his hand across her cheek, she turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand. Such a soft and tender gesture, but a clear indicator that she appreciated what he was doing. 

A log on the fire cracked and shifted in the grate, but neither of the people in the room made any movement to tend to it. Entirely enchanted by the woman before him, Link lifted his right hand and pressed it to Midna’s other cheek. Brushing lightly at the rim of her long dark ear as he did so. His left hand moved down, grazing Midna’s chest and belly before he pressed his hand flat against her core. 

“Can I touch you here too?” He asked, almost breathless in his desire to make Midna feel everything he felt about her. 

A small, black gloved hand came to rest atop Link's. Momentarily distracted, he almost missed her nodding once again. 

“I would like that,” she added, when Link didn't seem to read her reply. 

“Okay,” he uttered, some of his previous nerves attempting to make a return. 

Link shoved those thoughts firmly to the back of his mind and focused on Midna, in the here and now. Although she didn't remove her hand, neither did Midna try to stop him as Link's palm slid further down her body. Until at last he altered the angle of his wrist and pressed his fingers against her pelvis. 

Midna’s next breath caught on a gasp. Link's touch, though rough, was gentle and measured. The Princess tried not to let wayward thoughts disturb her peace, as she sank into the feeling of Link's fingers delving beneath her clothes. Allowing herself to drift down to kneel on Link's lap, she was careful to avoid the fresh wound to his thigh. 

Bandages and broken arrows were the farthest thing from Link's mind at that moment. Pushing aside a thin line of fabric, Link's middle finger slipped between the subtle lines of skin. Warmth greeted him, and the first hint of Midna’s pleasure at his brief touch. 

“You feel so soft,” he observed quietly. Though Midna felt tied to every word. 

Flexing his finger, Link stroked the soft bud of Midna’s clit as it bloomed against the rough pad of his finger. 

“Ahhh,” Midna quivered, as the friction sent jolts of pleasure up through her core. 

Leaning forward she rested her hands against Link's chest, feeling his sturdy form beneath her and the steady pulse of his quickened heartbeat. As Midna breathed heavily and moaned against Link's chest, his index finger slid in beside the first. A little extra pressure against Midna’s clit practically had her panting for breath. 

Something warm and slick ran across Midna’s sensitive skin as Link backed off the pressure and the pace of his fingers. Following the trail to its source, he found her almost dripping as he teased at the tight entrance to her body. Beginning again with one digit, he pressed firmly at the silken skin. Relishing in the sensation as she parted around his finger. Inviting in the way Midna almost seemed to pull him further in. 

“Oh.” A simple utterance breathed against Link's torso, as Midna slowly closed her eyes and pressed her forehead into Link's chest. 

Slowly at first, Link pumped his finger up and down. Never fully leaving Midna’s snug walls and reaching in deeper each time he pushed back inside. Gently allowing a second finger to rejoin the first, Link curled both inside and almost stopped when he felt Midna’s hands suddenly grip his tunic in her fists. 

“Do you need me to stop?” He asked, voice no more than a whisper near her slender ear.

Midna shook her head against him. “No, please don't stop. It feels good I promise. Your touch is… it's so beautiful. Can you touch me here again as well?”

Following her question, Midna released one of her hands from Link's tunic and guided his free hand back to her breast. 

“Of course, I'll do anything for you, your highness,” Link murmured, before pressing a kiss to the top of Midna’s head. 

Midna was glad Link couldn't see her expression. He already made her blush once tonight, but now she felt her whole face and chest aflame. The sensation only grew as Link began to firmly rub his thumb up and down over the perked bud of Midna’s nipple beneath her garments. This in tandem with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside her, set a fire blazing in Midna’s core. A heat and pleasure she had only a faint hope of ever feeling again. 

She may have convinced Link of the near certainty that her plan to reclaim her power and her throne would work. But there had always been doubt in her own mind. Zants’ new power had been strong enough to thwart all her efforts to fight back against him. In her newly weakened state and without the support of her people, Midna’s only source of hope had been Zelda. With her gone, Link's blind faith was all she had left. 

But perhaps he wasn't blind, and perhaps he did see her differently. Perhaps this curse Zant had placed on her would only be a disadvantage if she let it be one. Link certainly didn't see it as such. Then again, he was uncommonly stupid at times. But sweet, oh so sweet. 

The way his now firm and sure motions dove in and curled against her quivering walls, sent doubt fleeing from Midna’s mind. This wouldn't solve anything, but by the ancestors did it feel good. Link, the supposedly stoic and stalwart hero of Hyrule, was pleasuring her. In his modest home, because he didn't want her to doubt herself. Because he was sweet and kind and he put up with her shit, because she was so angry. 

Lifting her head took an almighty effort, but glancing up through bleary eyes was worth it. Catching Link's focus and attention trained on her, sent Midna hurtling towards release. The safety and comfort she felt in his capable arms tipped the ball of pleasure over the edge. She came with a soft cry as her eyes rolled back and she almost toppled over onto the floor. 

Link caught her with one hand while the other stilled its motion. Panting hard, Midna steadied herself against Link's torso, enjoying the relief flooding her tiny body. As Link gently removed his fingers and laid his slick hand upon his lap, Midna sat back on her heels. From there, her view took in more of her companion than she could see before, including the conspicuous bulge in the front of Link's trousers. 

“Do you need to…?” Midna began to ask, eyeing the object of her question. 

“No,” Link breathed, shaking his head slightly as he tried to shift uncomfortably on the spot. “It's fine, I don't need to right now.”

“Maybe I'd like to help you?” Midna replied, some of the recognisable sass returning to her tone. 

Link's gaze tipped towards the tight space between Midna’s thighs, then down towards the tent of his loose tunic. 

“I don't want to hurt you,” Link insisted, looking intensely into Midna’s eyes as a pang shot through his chest. 

“You won't,” she insisted. “You've made me feel better than I have in a long time. I want you to feel the same.” 

Link bit his lip and considered. On the one hand he wasn't entirely sure this was a good idea, and he hadn't been super clear how far he had been willing to go when he started down this rabbit hole. On the other hand, the decision making centre of his brain wasn't exactly capable of making healthy choices at present. So when Midna softly uttered, 

“Lie down for me.”

What else could he do but comply. Besides, every word he'd spoken that evening had been the truth. He did admire Midna, he did find her beautiful and desirable. Had he ever paused long enough on this crazy adventure to consider how he felt about her, probably not as long as he should have. But the way those captivating eyes tugged at something in his chest when she looked at him through her lashes, certainly gave him pause for thought. 

Midna floated a little above the sofa for a moment while Link rearranged himself. She helped a little when he struggled to move his left leg into position, and a questioning look passed between them. When Link answered it by pulling Midna down for a firm kiss however, she seemed reassured. 

While Link propped his head up on a few old cushions, Midna busied herself with the buttons of Link's trousers. He only became aware of what she was doing when the temperature changed around his groin. Though the room was warm, it still felt chilly in comparison to the confines of Link's clothes. Midna however seemed content to only expose the bare minimum of Link's body. She neatly folded back his tunic, tugged his trousers off his hips and pulled his underwear down with them. 

When Link's erection stood half hard between them and Midna slid her hand across his pelvis towards his base, Link's mouth went dry. 

In a small community with a communal bath house, privacy wasn't universally observed in Ordon. Link was no stranger to the fact that he owned neither the largest or the girthiest equipment he'd ever laid eyes on. However, given the stature of his lover, he found himself considering that might not be a bad thing. Besides, as he watched - slightly open mouthed - while Midna gently wrapped both her hands around his hardening cock, she inadvertently stroked his ego at the same time. 

“Don't go thinking you're the gods gift to your people just because you've got a pretty tool, now.” Midna said in her usual lilting tone. The one which usually made Link wince in preparation for a scolding. “I'll be the judge of just how well you can use it.” 

After a few more firm pumps of Midna’s fists Link was fully hard in her grip. The feeling of someone other than himself touching his cock like that, set a sensation in motion in his stomach. Something like a spring slowly coiling itself up. A feeling which only intensified as anticipation crept across his skin. Midna’s touch felt amazing, but Link's mind wound back to how it felt to delve his fingers inside her. How warm and deliciously wet she felt. Spirits only knew how desperately he wanted to feel her around his straining cock. 

Shuffling into place, Midna kept one hand gently around Link's shaft to guide him. There was no space in his mind to seriously consider this was going to be Link's first time having sex. No time to really register how not just his cock, but his heart swelled at the thought that Midna was the one here with him. Someone who he had grown so close to in just a few short months. But now he could barely imagine life without her. 

All of that fell away as Midna gently lowered herself onto Link. He couldn't help the first cry to slip past his lips. The second was muffled as he sealed them tightly shut. Despite his earlier ministrations, Midna was still tight and firm around his head. Her slick heat so tantalising Link feared he might not be able to make this last as long as she might expect. 

As Midna moved with agonising slowness down Link's length, savouring the stretch as she took more of him into herself, Link threw an arm across his face. He could feel heat blooming across his face, his chest and all the way to the tips of his ears. How could Midna possibly take him seriously now when she could clearly see how easily he fell to pieces just being with a woman? 

Then again, wasn't that sort of what he was trying to prove about her? 

Link felt Midna grow still. Her weight settled where she knelt across his hips. A second later, he felt a hand touch his forearm and give it a gentle tug. Not a pull, more of a suggestion. Midna wanted to see him. Link knew he was being ridiculous. Taking a steadying breath, he lowered his arm and laid his hand across his stomach. 

“There you are, I thought you were hiding from me, Hero.”

It wasn't a question, it was a challenge. Just the same as when she would taunt him with the fact that he was clearly facing a puzzle or situation he wouldn't be able to solve without her help. Link couldn't help but smile. 

“Just catching my breath, the view from down here is quite breathtaking!” He replied, quirking an eyebrow to return her challenge. 

Now it was Midna’s turn to look flustered. In response, she simply sat down. Sat down and took almost all of Link inside in one fell swoop. Link jolted and very nearly screamed. His hands flew to Midna’s hips in search of something to ground himself to. It was so much sensation all at once. Heat bloomed around him, Midna clenched and he felt his cock twitch at the stimulation. His back arched off the sofa and Midna walked a hand up his stretched torso. 

“So responsive. I think I quite like this new way of making you squirm, Hero,” Midna chuckled, almost sounding as though she were speaking to herself, not the man trapped beneath her. 

As Link gingerly resumed his position on the sofa, Midna waited until he appeared a little more comfortable again before she started to move. 

“Oh, fuck!” Link breathed, eyelids fluttering. He couldn't decide if it was better to close them and just give in to the sensations, or keep them open and enjoy the extra bonus of watching Midna slowly bouncing up and down. 

Link settled on a little of both. The fire left Midna’s eyes as she too succumbed to the pleasure burning between them. Her focus remained however. Now it was her turn to watch for Link's tells and twitches. What speed made him grip the flesh of her thighs more tightly. How she could hold him in deep and he would gasp soundlessly before letting out what could almost be mistaken for a growl. 

After a while, Midna struggled to maintain her rhythm. She wasn't done by any stretch of the imagination. But even though her current form was generously curvy, hardly any of it seemed to be useful muscle. Link didn't appear to be satisfied with this lack of friction either. In lue of Midna bouncing on his lap, Link gripped her a little more firmly and began thrusting up into her. 

“Oh yes!” Midna shrieked. 

Breathing sharply with each thrust Link built up a rapid pace. Bucking his hips and holding Midna in place at the same time. For a brief moment he thought he might have gone too far when she howled what sounded like a wounded cry. 

“No, no, right there. That's… Oh fuck!” Midna reassured Link's searching eyes. 

Midna felt herself growing close again. She wanted nothing more than to ride her silly rancher until they both came. But one of them had to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. Reaching down to rub at her clit, Midna hastened herself to completion. Watching Midna pleasure herself while riding his cock almost sent Link's head spinning. A rush of heat around his length and he could feel himself hurtling towards the precipice. 

He heard Midna gasp above him, felt her lean forwards and plant a hand on his torso. Then she was gone. For an instant there was nothing, Link's cock throbbed on the verge of release. He lifted his hips in search of blessed friction. 

When he opened his eyes he found Midna with her mouth poised around his swollen head. Her lips closed and a new sensation swept over him. The coil in his stomach wound tighter and tighter as more of his length disappeared into Midna’s suckling mouth. While she sucked, her tongue lathered at the underside of his cock, coaxing him in while she sucked him down. 

“Midna! Fuck! Holy spirits!” Link's expletives came out in broken gasps. 

A moment later he felt the coil release. A tidal wave of satisfaction crashed over him as he finally came. He managed to look down again, expecting to find a mess. However Midna still had her mouth clamped down around him and she was… sucking.

“Ssssshit!” Was all Link could stammer as Midna sucked him dry. 

She drew off his tip with a lewd pop and he watched in captivated awe as a small dribble of white escaped past her lips. Almost automatically, Link lifted a hand to her chin and wiped the thick trail away. That was his, Link thought absently. She'd swallowed his… 

“Fuck!” Link breathed, feeling oh so intelligent as he did so. 

“For once Link, I'm inclined to agree with you,” Midna nodded with a sigh. 

Sending her hair across the room to grab a pitcher of water, Midna settled herself across Link's torso. As she placed the jug within easy reach, she allowed Link to wrap his arms around her. Though she would rather like a hot bath to clean herself up, she could give Link this first. He had done so much for her tonight. It wasn't about the sex, it was how it made them both feel about each other, and themselves. 

As Midna drew a small quilted blanket over the two of them, her hair brushed over her curvaceous rear. For the first time since finding herself trapped in this insulting form, Midna found herself absently wondering. Would she perhaps miss her exaggerated curves and her newfound confidence once she regained her true form. 

[fan-goddess]

His pretty muse {2}

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aegon finds love looking through his camera lens while your in the other side. The issue is, you don’t know how much he truly admires your beauty

Warnings: Stalker!aegon, pervy!Aegon, low-key stalking, oblivious!reader

Story Taglist: @pearlstiare, @flrboyd, @chompchompluke, @teazlic,

Author Note: I tagged people who both asked and just showed an interest in their being a part two. If you wish to be added or removed then don’t hesitate to let me know!

Other Chapters: One, two,

Other links: My Pretty Muse Masterlist

Sadly for Aegon it did not seem that the gods were on his side, as for the next few days he didn’t run into you. Instead, he merely was content with watching you throughout those days from his ledge through his camera lens.

The more pictures he seems to take, the more he wishes to talk to you. Today you seem to wear a green two piece, and the dragon inside of him roared in appreciation for it.

Some of the pictures Aegon takes could supposedly be claimed as being “stalker like”, though is he really being a stalker when he’s just photographing his pretty muse? It’s like you where made for his camera. For him to take pictures of you. When you bend over to pick up your towel at the end of the day, aegon didn’t even think before trailing the camera and flexing a finger to take a photo or ten.

When you’ve left the beach and Aegons arrived at home, he’s goes through his photos of the day and cannot help but groan in appreciation of the shots. The one of you bending to pick up your towel is easily his favourite one, though he can’t help but think of the one where your holding your sister and their face isn’t visible holds a special place in his heart. It makes him think of what your and his child would look like if he ever gets to be with you that is. And with his experience the gods could be cruel when they want to be…

The next day Aegon goes back to his spot on the cliff with the camera hanging on his shoulders and the sun blaring down. Usually you’d be sitting a couple meters down bellow under an obnoxiously bright umbrella to keep you cool. A thing he found grateful for when the lighting worked better for the camera.

Aegon usually sets up his camera around an hour before you take your usual spot. Though when that hour is long gone and some other family takes your spot, aegon cannot seem to stop his head from spinning. The family that stole your spot has a daughter around your age, she even seems to possess a similar face, yet when he tries to take a picture he cannot even bring himself to adjust the camera from its unfocused stage. The girl, whilst being pretty yes, did not hold an inch to your natural photogenic body and aura. It makes him too annoyed to even stay on the ledge anymore, causing him to pack up his equipment with clear frustration.

Aegon wanders the town with only one thing on his mind. Finding you.

He deposits the camera equipment at home, if it could even be really called home in the first place. He slings the camera round his neck, just in case he does truly see you today. Why waste the view if he can’t capture it?

His fingers begin to cramp with the way they are poised on the capture button. Though even when it begins to slowly turn painful, he doesn’t move them in pure fear he’ll miss you. His feet though begin to move on their own. As if subconsciously he knows where to find you.

It somehow, though even after that, shocks him when he meets with you face to face when you walk out of a shop. “Oh hi?” You say with a surprised smile and a furrowed brow on your face. His fingers finally manage to unclench now that he’s near you. Now that he no longer needs to be alert waiting for your presence.

“Hey pretty girl. Fancy seeing you in town!” You don’t need to know how he practically ran around the whole town to find you.

It almost makes pride beam in his chest when he spots a splash of blush covering your cheeks. If it wasn’t deemed improper, he probably would’ve taken a picture.

“Yeah fancy that…” You look awkward, and it makes his heart beat frantically even so. He sees movement from behind you and when he peaks he sees all the kids you usually are with at the beach.

“Sissy whose this? Is this your boyfriend…” One of them teases with a smile. Aegon cannot help but feel slightly disappointed when you deny it so quickly.

“No no no he’s just a guy I met when I got our food from the chippy a couple days ago.”

“Oh he’s that guy!” One of them chirps up. That guy? He’s that guy? What even does it mean by that guy? Does this mean you talk about him? Does this mean maybe you think of his as much as he thinks of you?!

Sadly he does not get to know exactly what you mean, as your parents or maybe even grandparents call you and whisk you away from him cause of some shitty experience thing.

You do turn to him before you leave, and say “I’m sorry for them. If you want we could always grab an ice cream of something tomorrow? My family insisted we do something together as a family. They’re always like that ya know?” He doesn’t know. The only thing he’s ever done together as a family was argue over anything and everything. But still, he just nods as if he understands and smiles. “Sounds good to me pretty girl. How about I pick you up where your staying so I can give the full tour of the town? Maybe around eleven?”

You don’t know how happy it makes him when you willingly tell him where your staying. He likes you, he really does. But don’t you know about the weirdos that live in this town? Anyone could sneak up at your house late at night?

Still, he’s glad your family calls you away. Since as you walk away he gets some pretty good shots of your behind in an absolutely gorgeous dress. Though even when the dress does well to fit into your curves, Aegon cannot help but wishfully think of what’ll look like when he’s ripped it to pieces and your forced to walk around naked.

That night though, he can’t sleep. He can’t dare to close his eyes without thinking of you in that dress. Thinking of you out of that dress. Thinking of you being there with him in his bed at that very moment looking at him with teary eyes and a pout…

He’s not necessarily proud of it, nor is he feeling particularly sorry for it either though, but he finds himself walking to your holiday home still in the clothes he attempted to sleep in with his camera in his hand.

When Aegon gets to the home he’s very appreciative to find its a bungalow. As at the moment of time he does not feel like climbing, falling and having to talk to you and explain why he was climbing your house I’m the middle of the night.

His fingers begin to cramp again, most likely since he had his fingers placed on the capture button ready for him to take a couple pictures of you and run for the entire near half hour walk. Who knows though, maybe he’ll find that you wear a silky lace nightgown and need to sort himself out?

He’s sort of disappointed when he eventually finds your room. He saw either your parents or grandparents room first and it was just a stereotypical holiday home room. There was no real decoration. No clothes hanging up he could see, no little nicknacks on the side table halfheartedly put there. The only thing he could really tell belonged to them was the fucking ugly beige suitcases.

He gets only a little more lucky in the next room he peeks into. The camera gets dropped quickly when he sees whose room it is and he’s thankful for the strap that keep the camera hanging on his neck. This room seems to be the younger kids room. There’s a lot more personality in this one the last. Toys are so half-hazardously thrown that Aegon can’t help but think that soon some kid or adult is gonna step on one and shout and scream about keeping tidy.

The next room is where he hits the mother fucking jackpot. He spots you sitting in your bed right away. Your not wearing a silk nightgown like he wished, but your wearing the next best thing. Shorts and a vest.

Most of the windows in the home are open, probably due to the heat earlier. Though now the night has come the temperature dropped as-well as a light breeze taking place. At first Aegon was annoyed at it, though when he zooms in his camera to properly get a good shot of you, he thinks the gods must be on his side, as he notices your nipples have hardened from the cold and now press against the fabric of your top.

Aegon is almost worried that the sound of the camera shutter will wake you up, but it seems the sound only makes you stir before moving in another sleeping position. It’s sort of like an asleep photo shoot in a way. One of the positions you do nearly makes him groan out loud with his fist in his mouth as he feels his loose shorts grow tighter.

You’ve pushed the cover off yourself slightly, your bare legs now on full display which Aegon takes full advantage of. It nearly makes him want to climb in and take some closer shots. Nearly all the ones he attempts to take look slightly out of focus and it irritates him to no end. Though he knows he can’t go in as much as he wants to. He’s not that insane, so he leaves while he still has the ability to.

The walk back to his house is surprisingly calm, if he ignores the raging hard on that demands attention nearly every so steps. When he gets home, he wastes no time in uploading the photos to a hard drive to view on a small shitty laptop. It’s no apple MacBook, but it’ll do. He views the most recent, adding it to a special folder he’s named after you.

A twitch goes off in his pants when his eyes skim that earlier photo. Your legs in the photo don’t look as good as they do in real life. They don’t hold the same look of softness and general beauty that the real view has. Still, it’ll just have to make due until Aegon can get ahold of the real thing. You.

[hello-girl-dream]

The rain was heavier than usual, falling in sheets that struck Gotham’s streets with a malice of their own. Callista, perched in the shadow of a grimy alleyway, could feel the sharp sting of the acidic rain against her skin. Acidic. She remembered hearing it described on the news once, but it was only when she stood under it that she truly felt the difference. Gotham, with all its misery, had a way of making everything feel even more broken. Every drop that landed on her felt like a reminder of the city’s rot.

"Gotham." The name itself seemed to sum up everything about the place. It was damp, filled with the stench of decay and blood that had dried long ago, clogging up its sewers and streets. It was a reflection of herself, though—filthy, twisted, tainted by the same broken world that had shaped this miserable city.

She took a long drag from her cigarette, the bitter taste of smoke filling her lungs as she savored the rare moment of peace. There was something about a cigarette in Gotham that tasted different—maybe because every act of defiance felt like a small rebellion against this forsaken place. She exhaled the smoke, letting it mix with the misty air, before extinguishing the cigarette with the sole of her boot. A smirk tugged at her lips. Gotham was the perfect city for her—broken, like her.

Two masked figures emerged from the darkness, their approach silent, as though they were mere shadows. They didn’t respond to her remark. The thinner one, playing the part of the latest Robin this city had claimed, wore a face that was clearly annoyed by her presence. Callista didn’t even bother to hide her amusement. She always enjoyed getting under his skin.

She stepped toward the two men, her smile teasing, her movements fluid and calculated. Her gaze locked onto Damian, a mixture of amusement and mocking challenge in her eyes.

"The cigarette…" she muttered, her voice dripping with irony. She glanced up at the rain-slicked sky, then back at them, her expression knowing, like a cat about to pounce.

"Ah, you're such a stickler."

Damian rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated by her antics. He finally spoke, his voice as sharp as a knife.

"Do you have what we asked for?"

Callista didn’t respond immediately. She let out an exaggerated eye roll, a move that was second nature to her.

"Who do you think I am? I do my job just fine, don’t worry about it." The words came out with a sneer, her contempt for his entitled, self-righteous attitude thick in her voice. She had no time for his type—the “good boy” persona, all polished and perfect, yet naive to the real world.

"I’ll have you know, the guys were a pain in the ass. And I can still refuse to give it to you…"

She paused, letting the silence hang for a moment, before finally handing over the USB key. But just as Batman reached for it, she closed her fingers around it again.

"Batman… you know I don’t do anything for free." Her tone was sugary sweet, as if she knew exactly how to push his buttons.

Damian, visibly annoyed, frowned beneath his mask. He couldn’t stand having to deal with someone like her, someone who clearly didn’t play by the same rules.

Batman didn’t react immediately. Instead, he produced a small metal box from seemingly nowhere, tossing it casually to Callista. She caught it, grinning. When she opened it, her eyes lit up at the sight of the high-end jewelry inside—diamond earrings, perfectly crafted, worth a fortune. She imagined how much she’d sell them for once she got her hands on the right buyers.

"You know how to talk to a woman, Batman." She laughed lightly, savoring the moment. "Call me again when you need something. I might give you a discount for my loyal customers…"

With one last wicked smile, she vanished into the shadows, disappearing into the foggy streets of Gotham, leaving behind an air thick with tension and unspoken words.

Later, in the Batcave, the screens flickered to life as they accessed the files from the USB. Bank accounts, surveillance footage, phone recordings—everything they’d need. Damian stood with his arms crossed, watching the data scroll by, but his mind was elsewhere. His frustration with Callista was palpable.

"Why do we always have to be at her beck and call?" he muttered under his breath. "I’ve never met anyone so arrogant! She forgets that her freedom is hanging by a thread."

Bruce, without even looking up from the screen, let out a resigned sigh.

"We can’t say anything. She’s always like this."

It was the unspoken truth they both knew too well. Callista was a necessary evil, one that they had to tolerate in order to get what they needed. Even if she drove them both mad.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.23

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

"Can I move?" I asked the professor. The pain has disappeared, and my body feels strangely light and warm, almost as if a heavy burden has been lifted from me.

The professor's smile widens, and he nods gently. "Of course. It is a dangerous operation, but everything went perfectly, and there will be no scarring. However, the wound will be visible for a few more days because I stitched it up instead of just healing it, as complications may still arise, but you should not be restricted in any way."

After listening to him, I lay there for a moment longer. Can I really move after such an operation? But I gather my last bit of trust in people and slowly sit up. To my surprise, however, I don't feel any discomfort. Delighted about being pain-free, I even go so far as to stand up. This time, I don't look like a stick figure only kept intact by magic around its body. Strangely enough, I don't even have muscle problems, even though I've slept for a few days.

As my feet touch the cold ground, I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my head. I think I remember a camp for a second, but it looks strange—darker than it probably should be—and an unfamiliar, battle-hardened man stands alone before me. But he disappears as quickly as he appears.

Shaking my head, I begin to see black spots. I feel myself falling, but suddenly a pair of hands are grasping my arms. With my eyes half open, I can barely see the professor holding me. But my body feels so weak that my head falls into my neck but almost instantly snaps back to its original position as I regain my strength. For only half a second do I remember that I was shortly gone; it happened so quickly that I almost missed it.

Professor Palladium looks at me with concern, but I only shake my head as the dizziness and headache suddenly dissipate. But somehow, I feel like I've forgotten something I shouldn't have forgotten.

Even though he seems suspicious, he nods nonetheless, hands me my clothes, and tells me that someone will be waiting outside the room to bring me to my assigned bedroom, which I will live in for the next few months. I don't ask him what he means because I'm sure someone will explain it later.

Immediately after the professor leaves the room, my eyes wander around. On the side table, on a plate, are two small pillows with two perfectly round balls sitting on them. They look familiar to me, as if I've seen them before. One glows in many different colors, while the other only radiates a light blue. But where have I seen them before? As I try to remember, my feet quickly get cold. Annoyed, I push my worries away to put on my new clothes.

Pulling over my socks first, I let out a relieved sigh. Stepping into my pants, I leave them on the floor and instead grab my shirt. Pulling it over my head, I suddenly hear the door open again. Wondering if I should hide myself, I, in the end, do nothing but stand there. There is no sound. Believing the person has just left after seeing my butt naked, I roll my eyes, further annoyed that nobody has any decency to knock.

With my shirt in place and my hair sticking away in all directions possible, I turn to get my sweater and see a tall young man standing frozen in the open doorway.

“Do you mind?” I ask him, with a meaningfully raised eyebrow. He turns bright red at my suggestion. At least he's not as stupid as I first assumed. Or maybe he interpreted it differently than he should've. Who knows? His face turns bright red; he turns around without saying a word, and instead of leaving or closing the door, he merely blocks the view inside. Maybe I gave him too much credit; he seems to be as idiotic as my first impression suggested.

I quickly put on all my clothes to hide my pride, but I believe I have seen him look over his shoulder once or twice. It doesn't bother me much; it feels almost normal to have someone watching me, almost like it's happened many times before, but I can't remember why.

I shrug my shoulders, getting more annoyed by the second as endless holes appear in my memories. But this is not the right moment to force myself. I gather everything together and, to my surprise, find my successor ring right between the two strange balls. As I put it back on, I feel my heart beating a little faster, pride filling every fiber of my being.

I take the plate and finally turn with both hands full to the guy, Sky, as he calls himself, although that name doesn't suit him with his dark brown hair and warm hazel eyes.

"We can go now," I tell him as I come up right behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he winces, but quickly laughs it off and scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. But he nods.

He gives me enough room to walk past him; nevertheless, I feel his eyes on the back of my head as I go. Shortly afterward, I hear the door closing behind us and him jogging after me. As he walks alongside me at my pace, he looks down at me, as his height really should be illegal, but he quickly looks back up, and a small smile forms on his lips. Why? I have no idea, but somehow it lifts my spirits too.

We don't speak a single word the whole way to the other side of the building. He leads us straight to the front tower. As I approach it, a shiver runs down my spine, as if the temperature suddenly dropped. There's something about this place that makes me very uneasy.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable being so close to the tower?" I asked Sky from the side. Since I don't see much of a reaction, I turn away again.

"A little," he says suddenly, "but it's not bad; more like sadness, I guess?" Looking at him again, I have a different feeling about him. He might be more reasonable than I thought.

We are already at the door to the tower, but Sky is getting nervous. When I try to talk to him about it, he suddenly opens the door as if something would jump out from inside. But nothing happens, which makes me wonder why he has become so nervous.

He is the first to enter the room, and I follow close behind. Since I don't see anyone else in the large room, I sit down on one of the four beds, which are loosely separated by half-walls and look like they were made hastily.

“Where are all the others?“

"After your fights with the specialists and Stella, our teachers decided to turn this into a regular training camp," he tells me. Changing the subject completely. "Both schools want you to join them after you showed your talent." A small blush grows on my cheeks at the compliment: "But honestly, where did you learn to fight like your life was at stake?"

I look at him with wide eyes, not understanding his questions. The only fight I remember was before I fell unconscious, so what could he mean? Especially since the Red Fountain Academy, is for specialists and, as far as I know, I can only use my fairy magic.

Sky seems oddly assertive about it, but I can't answer him, so we only stare at each other for some time while he leans against a desk that's quite high, probably for him, since he's the tallest person I've seen there.

After a few moments, I have to break eye contact because I'm getting uncomfortable. Instead, I avert my gaze; they land on the other two beds that are impossible to miss, and I turn back to Sky to ask him about our roommates. But at that very moment, the room door opens. My eyes jump over immediately, but all the blood drains from my face when I see the two boys stumbling in. They laugh and shove each other slightly, only to look into the room and see me. Their faces twist, but instead of disgust, there is something else that almost looks like remorse.

My gaze darts back to Sky, searching for an answer to my unspoken question. But he only looks away, ashamed. With my mouth open, I jump back to my feet and look from Sky to the other two. No matter how many times I do this, I don't get an answer, nor does this feeling of betrayal growing inside me go away.

"You can't be serious!" I yell without hesitation. My fists are clenched and pressed at my sides. I want to bury them like they deserve. But Brandon and Riven look shocked, as if they can't believe my outburst. How ridiculous. "You're forcing us all to share a room when you know they tortured me? Sky, you saw it yourself! So why would you betray me like that?"

The brown-haired giant couldn't look me in the eye and instead turned away from me completely. His behavior forces me to turn to the other two, who look even more shocked. Their attempt to feign innocence disgusts me so much that I can't stand it anymore. I give Sky one last look of pure anger before storming between Brandon and Riven, shoving them out of the way with my shoulders.

When I get to the door, I rip it open, wanting to say more and humiliate them further, but I bite my tongue and slam the door behind me instead. The next moment, I hear their voices behind the closed door, but I ignore their words and walk away.

Even though I have no idea where to go, I wander around until I end up back in the round front foyer, with a large mosaic on the floor and a dome-shaped ceiling. I saw nothing of this when I first entered the building. I can only assume that since the building now has extensive magic, it probably changes its appearance according to its wishes.

What really catches my attention are the doors, or rather, what is beyond them. Through the open doors, I see a group of specialists in training battles, but behind them are hundreds and hundreds of meters of stone walls throughout the forest region. I completely forgot about the fight with Stella and the things I had to pull out to avoid losing within the first ten seconds.

Groaning, my body slumps a little. It feels like a walk of shame as I step outside. The sun shines on me, warming my miserable heart just enough to keep my emotions from erupting. Outside, I step on a stone path. I'm pretty sure the area around the house looks different than it did when we arrived, which reinforces my belief that the building is changing things.

Still close enough to the building, I lean against it and pretend to watch the specialists fight, but in reality, I place my hand on the building behind me. Almost immediately, I hear a happy voice ring through my head. I can't suppress a small smile as I hear the pure joy in the voice.

It babbles about all the improvements it can make since I have combined my magic with the building's core. I've never heard anyone thank me so much in my life. It tells me at length about the stone paths it built, from the school building to the training ground to the paths to the other schools it renovated.

Before I can even ask about the stone platform occupying the middle of the once-open field where the specialists are currently training, the building is already talking about it. It mentions that the guys wished for something like this because the platform I fought Stella on was heavily damaged.

I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt to hear that I damaged something this old. Even though the old training ground was already in pretty bad shape, it was more than unnecessary for me to destroy it. When the House mentioned the unnecessary destruction of a large part of the territory that it controls, I could only hang my head in shame.

I silently apologize to the building, but thank it for the information. It also thanks me for sharing my magic with it, so I push myself off the wall and break our connection.

With slow steps, I walk across the large vacant space with fresh, healthy grass beneath my feet and wander straight to the specialists' training point, where two guys, probably second-years, are showing the first-years how to do mock combat. Although no one looks new to combat, it is still a beautiful sight, especially in their skin-tight tracksuits.

Never in my life have I found it so difficult not to look below a man's belt. Despite my attempts, I can't prevent the odd glance at the small and large mountains hugged by their tracksuits. I can imagine myself touching their flawless backsides. It's simply cruel of them to show off those mountains so blatantly.

Shaking my head, I once again try to avert my eyes. These tracksuits should be banned. Honestly? I've never seen a troop train like that. And if my guards did something similar, I'd punish them with five times as much training.

[Masterlist]

[cuntstroworld]

Tainted

TW- This is a fan made fiction based on a the character Taiju Shiba, I do not condone anything I write in this story. Read at your own risk and enjoy.

The follow story includes

Choking

Fear play

Slapping

Degradation

Crying

Face smushing

Manipulation

Sex in public places

Sex in Religious places

Things from the Bible

“Please father forgive me for I have sinned” Sitting in front of the priest, I put my hands in my lap toying with the hem of my skirt. Raising my head up ever so slightly I could see the small cross around his neck. The silence was deafening only having the slightest sound from the ticking clock that sat on his desk, the only voice that could be heard was the sound of my own self-conscious telling me to say something. Opening my mouth to speak I hear him speak first.

“Own up to your sins and say it out loud for God’s forgiveness” His voice deep with seriousness made me look up at him, I usually would talk with one of the nuns but Father was my last resort. He was a very scary looking man, the rumors about him only made him look scarier. I nod my head at him as I slightly clutched the cross around my neck “um..well I’ve been having thoughts again.” Avoiding his gaze I looked around the room for something I could look at before saying what I was about to say.

“It’s rude to not look at the person you’re talking to.” The vibrations of his voice echoed in my ear. I could hear him standing up, the sound of his footsteps thumping against the hardwood floor of the office stopping at the window on the left side of the room. He closed the blinds and turned on a small lamp that sat on his desk illuminating the room with its bright light.

I watched him walk over to the bookshelf and pull out a bible, coming back over to me he dropped the heavy book on the wooden desk “Read chapters Matthew 5:28 it talks about those thoughts you so famously have” both of his hands on the desk his necklaces dangling on the side of my face, I could hear his slow yet steady breathing in my ear as I opened the book, and flipped through the contents of the chapters.

“Chapters Matthew 5:28.. um it says” I make sure to read it in my mind before saying it out loud, for some strange reason I looked over at him just to actually see how close he was to me. Jumping slightly there he was staring directly into my eyes, it was as if he knew about my thoughts before I even got to tell him myself. The more I stared at him the more I realized how big Father Shiba was.

“Don’t just sit there and look stupid read it.” Father Shiba’s voice sounded annoyed, so I looked over at the Bible verse. His hand quickly covered it “no you already proofread it now say it” the palms of my hands grew sweaty from nervousness “But Father if I may we haven’t really gone over this” his eyebrows furrow the vein on his forehead showing visible from his impatience in my stalling.

Shutting up I tried my hardest to remember what I just read “But I say to you—um.. that everyone…” stumbling over the words I felt my body jerk out of the chair I sat in, letting a quick yelp I felt something latch onto my throat. My reflexes weren’t fast enough to comprehend what just happened to me, a sharp pain could be felt on my arm as I looked around the room.

“Did you know y/n the eyes are the gateway to the soul.” Listening to him I looked into his eyes, his hand around my neck squeezed tighter, my free hand grabbed his hand trying to pry it away. His body towering over mine, he backed me up against his desk. Vision blurred from the lack of airflow and now being blocked from my tears.

“Please—I’m so sorry” his body language showed no signs of being forgiving. He quickly overpowered me shoving me onto the desk “Tell me is the temptation getting to you again? I thought I took care of these thoughts last time.” Sobbing I felt his knee pushing open my legs, his hand let go of my arm.

Taiju’s Pov

“Lord please forgive me for I am about to sin..” I looked down at the smaller woman, my grip still tight around her neck. Leaning down I took in her smell, she smelled pure like lavender leaving a soft aura of silence, devotion, and serenity. Looking at her face made the bulge in my pants twitch hastily.

Tears scattered down her cheeks, as I sat back up I noticed her clutching tightly onto her cross losing my grip from her neck. I look down at her skirt, lifting it up slowly. “temptation is what all sinners like you are going to hell for, do you wanna go to heaven y/n?” I looked at her nod her head yes “yes father I wanna go to heaven”

Listening to her voice so pure and beautiful like music to my ears, letting go of her neck she let out a deep breath coughing as I looked down at her. “Is doing this worth going to hell over” I looked in between her legs a soft wet spot coated her panties.

Grabbing her face forcing her to look at me I spoke softly as I stared down at her “You’re not stupid so don’t play stupid games with me You’re a slut y/n and sluts like you who commit sins like adultery burn in the deepest pits of hell” My thumb pressed against her clothed clit, rubbing the fabric on the bud slowly.

She whimpered when I changed directions from circling to up and down “God didn’t bring you back to me y/n, put you in this position, made you have those thoughts and feelings. It was Satan, I’m only doing what God tells me too—you have been tainted.” her eyes laid on the ceiling and both hands now clutching onto her cross repeating the last word I spoken “I have been tainted”

Moving her panties to the side I used her slick coating to slip my fingers in slowly, I watched as her mouth opened and her back arched against my desk. “I’ll fix you..because God told me to fix you y/n you’ve been tainted by satanic Spirits” she grinds on my fingers her eyes low “this isn’t right Father…” I let out a deep sigh.

I couldn’t believe she had the audacity to fix her lips to say something like that, quickly grabbing her face squeezing her cheeks, I leaned into her spreading her legs opened as I kept pumping my fingers into her using my thumb to stimulate her delicate clit “this isn’t right Father” I mocked her tone staring her right in the eyes “If it isn’t right then why do you keep inching your legs open for more? Why are you grinding on my finger Y/n?”

She stammered and hesitated to give me an answer to my non ending questions making her cry again, repeating the same words over and over again. “I am tainted”

Eyes red and puffy she nodded her head as her eyes looked at me “I wanna be saved…please I can’t go to hell Father— please I don’t wanna be tainted anymore please save me” she sounded scared clutching that cross I almost started to feel bad for her.

Y/n’s Pov

his words seemed harsh yet true, after the first time; he's helped me as much as he could, I feel as if I'm throwing all my forgiveness away just to feel his touch on my skin, but he was built up to provide and help the sinned. I wanted him to myself, I needed him to be mine. “Father—Taiju..” I wanted to feel his presence in me, his fingers hooking inside me cutting off my speech.

Moaning as his fingers pumped in and out of me, my hands started to hurt from all of the pressure that I inflicted from clinging to my cross. I wouldn’t dare let go in fear of being tainted any further, his finger pressed that same spot that he touched last time.

Arching my back more, my eyes met with the huge painting of Jesus. It felt as if he was judging me, my eyes watered from the feeling of my climax edging closer “I’m so close..” I said as I let out a deep sigh, I was almost there before the sensational feeling suddenly came to an halt.

“Sit up” Taiju said as he took his fingers out of me feeling a little disappointed I sat up and looked at him “Why did you stop? I thought you wanted to help me.” My voice sounded annoyed and bitchy. His eyes glared at me “I thought god said to help” before I could get the rest of my sentence out, a stinging pain on my cheek, tears beginning to fall again as I looked at him.

“You dare question me?? You question God's judgment of me? Fine then stay tainted and burn in hell” his voice was loud and strong, it looked as if he was turning away from me. Hopping off the desk I got on my knees and started begging. “Please don’t leave me here I won’t question you again- Taiju Please just save me from being tainted” I held onto his pants legs staring at my cross dangling in front me.

I felt my body being lifted off the ground as I was placed back on the desk but this time I met eyes with the same painting. “Don’t you dare question my judgment about what God has me to do.” His whole body weight pushed up against me making me nod in agreement with him, I didn’t speak much after that slap.

Touching the side of my face where he slapped me felt weirdly warm but has a numbing effect on it. I’m sure I’ll feel the pain later on in the day, his weight lifted off of me and my skirt being lifted up again, my panties hanging onto my ankle, I heard his pants unbuckle and unzip. An airy drop from his pants could be heard as they fell to the floor.

His fingertips were rough as he grabbed my waist, he slowly lifted my leg up onto to the desk “I want you to think about the sin you have committed by coming here today y/n” he slowly pushed inside of me I heard small grunts and groans, I couldn’t look at that painting anymore so I held my head down.

Taiju’s Pov

She felt warm on the inside. I felt bad for lying to her but I needed this more than she needed it, I watched as she held her head down while I pushed my length inside her. She too was looking at the painting, almost judging me for lying to the girl, but I didn’t care about that. I wanted her for myself, to not be judged by others.

I wanted to be the only one to touch her, I pushed myself into her fully groaning in the process, she was clenching around me already “lord forgive me for this..” I whispered quietly as I stiffed into motion. Her moans sounded like moans of an Angel, giving me the momentum to make her finish.

I parted her ass with my hands and watched my cock disappear and reappear as I thrusted in her “Taiju..save me from this sin..” my name rolled off her tongue so smoothly, I liked that sound. I only liked it when she said it. I was zoned out. I didn't even notice I picked up speed, huffing I pushed her head into the desk making her moan louder.

The sound of skin slapping together quickly increased, I couldn’t control myself, drilling deeper into her, grunting I grabbed her hair pulling her closer to me, wrapping my hand around her neck I made her look at the painting. I sat my head on her shoulder “you’re doing this for him.. so look at it and beg for his forgiveness.” I was close and I could tell she was close as well. She clenched around me like crazy.

3rd person Pov

Y/n held onto the desk as Taiju’s grip tightened around her neck, pounding into her cunt she choked on her own moans as she tried to speak. Both looking at the painting, Y/n finally reached her max. Legs weak she cried as she asked for forgiveness “Lord please forgive me for all of my sins… I am a sinner and I don’t deserve your forgiveness but please forgive me” she begged as her orgasm took over her body.

Taiju was satisfied with her performance and came to his max as well, the sensation in his sack came quickly. He held her tighter, shoving himself in her deeper, moaning together as the sounds of their climax’s rhythm began flowing through the air, the both ended the night finishing together.

[corporatefrog]

╭₊˚ ๑︰Loud Music, No Thoughts ๑ ꒱

✧.* featuring: yn being tasked with distracting Tweek while Craig is away for the weekend leading to them showing him a new form of stress relief

✧.* tags: college au, comedy, established relationship (tweek x craig)

✧.* Characters: tweek tweek, craig tucker

masterlist

"What do you mean 'I'm in charge of Tweek'?"

Craig sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he weren’t the one dropping his boyfriend on me for the weekend without asking me beforehand. I’m not sure why he gets to be the annoyed one in this situation. I’m the one who thought they were being invited to a coffee hang with their friend only for it to turn into a job request. 

“I mean, I need you to watch him this weekend.”

“Isn’t that literally your job?”

“Yes, but my family’s annual camping trip is this weekend and it’s strictly family. So you need to hang out with Tweek until I get back.”

“Why do I need to watch over a literal adult?” I asked, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair, confused as to why this was my problem.

“Because he gets freaked out every year when I go and doesn’t sleep until I’m back because he assumes a bear is going to maul me in my sleep.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“So you have to distract him.”

“And how exactly do I do that?”

Craig shrugged, “I don’t know, just hang out with him or something.”

“Very descriptive, thank you for putting so much care into ensuring your boyfriend rests well this weekend.” I said in a deadpan voice, staring at him blankly. 

“Can you actually shut the fuck up.”

I straightened in my chair, looking at Craig with an aghast expression. 

Is he really going to ask me to babysit his boyfriend that I barely talk to then bitch at me about it? 

“Oh? What was that?” I asked, looking down at a fake watch on my wrist then looking back to Craig with a pout, “Sorry, I think my weekend just filled up-”

“Come on, yn.” Craig tried to protest but I continued the act.

“What was that?” I lifted my phone up to my ear, pretending to take a call, “I’m getting a call from Kenny? He wants to have a Mario Party marathon all weekend?” I lowered the phone and looked at Craig with an exaggerated apologetic frown, “Sorry, dude. It looks like I’m busy this weekend. If only someone had said please when asking me to babysit their anxiety ridden boyfriend instead of being asshole of the month-”

“Okay, fine!” Craig shouted, averting his eyes while his hands gripped the bottom of his sweatshirt as though it physically pained him to consider asking nicely, “Will you please hang out with Tweek this weekend?” His eyes darted to my face to catch a glimpse of my reaction before looking away quickly.

I made a show of pondering the request, tapping my finger on my chin and letting out many inquisitive “hmmmm”s. It's not often that THE Craig Tucker asks for something nicely and I wanted to savor the moment in its entirety, but the longer I drew out the bit, the more visible annoyed Craig became. I gave a final inquisitive hmmm before turning back to Craig with a smirk, shrugging my shoulders as I agreed to help.

“Yeah, sure. How hard can it be?”

—

“No Tweek, Craig’s not going to drown while attempting to catch salmon with his bare hands. I don’t even think he knows what a salmon looks like.”

Turns out it is very hard.

 I arrived at Tweek Bros Coffee at 12:30 pm. It was currently 1:43 pm and I've run out of things to do. I brought coloring books but Tweek kept breaking the colored pencils then freaking out about said broken colored pencils. I brought Yahtzee! but Tweek couldn’t figure out how to shake the dice without sending them flying across the cafe. I didn’t even try the Uno deck I’d brought. I only brought it because I genuinely didn’t know much about Tweek and if Yahtzee! wasn’t his thing, I didn’t see Uno being any better. 

So here we sat, awkwardly avoiding eye contact at a table as Tweek continued to spiral about the various terrible things that could be happening to Craig on his trip. I had never spent much time with Tweek one-on-one. We’d mixed in a group just fine but the dynamic shift was throwing me off as much as it seemed to throw him off. 

Tweek’s leg bounced at sonic speed as a hand tapped on the table with a similar rhythm. His eyes darted around the cafe, focusing on different spots for a second before moving to the next. Anywhere but on me. He’d worn one of Craig’s sweatshirts today, probably as a way to try and calm himself down even if it was a futile attempt, and his other hand twisted the aglet of the hood’s drawstring. 

If I hooked him up to a hamster wheel, he could power the whole city for a week. 

I shook off the idea. Craig probably wouldn’t approve of me utilizing his boyfriend’s manic energy to generate clean energy.

“So…” I started, trailing off as Tweek snaps his head in my direction, not knowing where I was going now that I had his attention. “What do you and Craig normally do?” 

“Well, we usually watch movies or-” He cut off momentarily as a twitch shook his head, “Or he helps me bake something. But now he won’t be able to help me bake if his car is hit by an avalanche on the way back-”

Oh god, not again. 

“But that’s not going to happen because they’re going in the opposite direction of the mountains!” I quickly retorted. Tweek’s tense shoulder’s didn’t relax from the response, only pausing his most recent spiral until the next thought crossed his mind. 

The awkward silence returned as I wracked my brain for something we could do other than sit here and play verbal tennis with Tweek’s anxiety for the next 48 hours. 

I could text Jimmy, Tolkien, and Clyde? Maybe they’ll be better at this than me? Hell, anyone would be better than me at this. 

“Do you listen to any music?” I asked. As much as I hated small talk, if Tweek and I are spending the next two days together I might as well take the opportunity to get to know him more. 

Tweek shook his head. But with the twitching it looked more like a rapid shake to get water out of your ear. “Not really. I’ve tried listening to lofi or classical music to relax but it’s always so quiet that I can’t help but think about everything that’s bothering me.”

As he spoke, the hand on the table stopped tapping as quickly and his gaze slowed it’s constant jumping. His leg still moved like a rabbit but it seemed he’d forgotten about Craig’s impending doom in favor of music for a brief moment,

Bingo.

“Dude yeah, that’s because you shouldn’t be listening to chill music if you don’t want to think.” I said, jumping at the first conversation topic which seems to have distracted him. Tweek turned to look at me, eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean? Craig said that calm music is the best way to calm down-” His eyes widened as he remembered Craig was currently camping his way to death. 

Fuck get him back before he spirals again!

“What I mean,” I began, putting both hands on the table to grab Tweek’s attention, “is that when you don’t want to think, you need to listen to loud songs so that you can’t think.”

“How does that even work? If I can’t think then I’m not sentient and if I’m not sentient then am I even human-” I cut Tweek off, pulling out my headphones and connecting them to my phone. 

“Here, let me show you.” I put my headphones in his hand, guesting for him to put them in when he stared at me with blank eyes. Once Tweek secured the headphones in his ears, I queued up my favorite ‘life is too much, I need to scream’ songs starting with the classic I’m Not Okay by My Chemical Romance. I made sure the volume was nice and high then sat back to let Tweek experience the true serotonin boost of loud music, no thoughts. 

As the song played, I observed Tweek’s movements. Or more accurately, the lack of movement. His leg’s bouncing slowed before eventually coming to a stop. The hand which has incessantly tapped an unknown tune on the table switched to following the familiar beat of the song. His head even began to slowly bob to the music, the once erratic rise and fall of his chest slowing to a natural pace. 

Oh my god. I fixed Tweek.

The song came to an end and Tweek remained in his spot, staring into the distance as if in a trance. A small grin snuck onto my face at the sight of the usually jumpy man finally relaxing. 

“So, how’d you like it?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the table in a mimicry of a drumroll. Tweek snapped out of his trance, turning to me with a surprisingly calm expression. His eyebrows weren’t permanently furrowed and his shoulders seemed to finally relax from their permanent stiff position below his ears. 

“Do you have more?” He answered with a question. 

I quickly nodded, opening my phone and beginning to scroll through music as I spoke, “Oh yeah, I have a ton more!” I glanced up at Tweek, “Do you want to listen to more?” I asked, hoping his question wasn’t misunderstood. 

Tweek nodded, “You’re right about the music being louder than your thoughts.” He raised a hand to his head, threading it through his blonde locks as his voice dropped to a quieter volume, “I couldn’t hear my own voice. I don’t think I’ve ever not been able to hear my voice in my head.” He snuck a glance in my direction as if to see if I’d noticed the mutterings. I flashed him a smile, hoping to reassure whatever inkling inside of him that it was okay.

“That’s the best part about loud music. You get a moment to sit there and just breathe.” I gestured towards the door with my phone, “Let’s go to my car. Loud music is even better when you’re driving around with a friend.” 

As I said “friend”, a small smile pushed its way onto Tweek’s face. He gave a quick nod in response before pulling out my headphones and setting them on the table. We both stood and said goodbye to Tweek’s parents, heading towards the exit. 

“Any requests?” I asked over my shoulder as I pushed open the door. 

“Anything loud like that last song.” Tweek said then added, “Or louder.” 

A laugh burst from my mouth as we walked to my car. 

“You listen to one MCR song and now you’re hooked? I must be some sort of miracle worker.”

I walked around the car to the driver’s side while Tweek stood in front of the passenger door. We locked eyes from over the hood. A chill snuck its way up my spine, leaving an energetic tingle over my skin. The awkward atmosphere which suffocated us had dissipated, evaporating into the air and leaving a warm comfort settling in the air.

Tweek looked so much better with a smile. The worry lines never suited his face. I much preferred the smile lines carved into his face. 

I wonder if he’ll ever have wrinkles there instead of his forehead.

My face broke into a grin as I pulled the door open.

“I cannot wait to show you KISS.” I said before ducking into the car, Tweek following close behind. 

Craig’s going to be so pissed when he comes back and I’m best friends with his boyfriend. Serves him right for leaving, little bitch. I thought with a grin, starting my car and pulling out of the parking lot with Detroit Rock City blasting through the speakers, leaving a trail of vibrating air in our wake.

[etxrnaleclipse]

((So it's been annoying me how the show never actually dealt with any aftermath of Carols' kidnapping, how they just moved on and you never saw the highly likely trauma that the boys went through after Carlos was home safe. So this is just my little word vomit of a cut scene. Don't mind me.))

A Quiet Moment || Tarlos

Carlos? Carlos, please, stay with me. Come on baby!

TK awoke with a gasp, sweat dripping from his forehead as he sat upright in the bed. The night was still holding the sun captive, darkness only cut through by the moonlight which peeked through their blinds. His chest was rising and falling heavily as he tried to rid his mind of the images that plagued him so. Ever since that day, he hadn't been able to get the sight of his fiancé lying on the ground, lifeless beneath his desperate hands. The thought of how close he came to losing the man he loved so much had hit TK hard, and it made him wonder if this was how Carlos had felt in the hospital after the freeze.

Turning his head, he found the bed cold and empty beside him, causing his heart rate to skyrocket. Standing up quickly, TK moved through the bedroom and slid open the door, spotting Carlos' familiar form sat on the sofa. Still as a statue, and wrapped up in TK's throw blanket, Carlos was staring into space ahead of himself as if catatonic. He had only been released from hospital that afternoon, the situation was still raw, and it pained TK how small and fragile he looked in that moment.

"Carlos?" The word was barely a whisper, not wanting to startle the other young man, and he slowly padded across to where his fiancé sat. "Baby?" He didn't want to ask if he was ok, because TK knew that there was no way he would be alright. At the hospital, the adrenaline of the situation was still running its course, but by the time the day came to an end, TK had been able to see the way Carlos visibly retreated, shutting down and giving one-word answers wherever possible. He may have been the quieter of the two, but Carlos was not himself at all, and TK longed to see that smile again. Cautiously, he lowered himself to the sofa beside his partner, watching as those beautiful brown eyes turned to face him, glistening with unshed tears.

"I... I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Carlos asked, voice so soft, causing TK to sigh slightly. Typical Carlos Reyes, always thinking of others before himself.

"No, baby, you didn't wake me."

"Ok... Good." The words were flat, monotonous, and it terrified TK to his core to see him like this.

"Can't sleep?" Gentle as anything, TK lifted a hand and carefully ran it over Carlos' curls, mindful to not go near the dressed wound on his left side. Carlos' shoulders lifted and fell in a weak shrug.

"Can't, don't want to... Not really sure." There was a pause as the officer lowered his gaze, staring at a spot on the floor for a moment. "I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes, I see their faces... I don't want to sleep because I'm terrified that I won't wake up if I do." The last words seemed to tremble past his lips and it caused a lump to rise in TK's throat. "I keep feeling that needle pressing into my skin and I just... Keep thinking what would have happened if you and dad didn't get there when you did."

"Hey... Hey, no." TK shifted on the sofa to face his fiancé more, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Carlos' temple. "Don't think like that... We got you. We never gave up, and you know we would go to the ends of the earth to find you."

"I know that..." Carlos nodded, a single tear breaking free and rolling down his cheek, only to be carefully wiped away by TK's thumb.

"I'm just so... so sorry that I couldn't get to you sooner." TK felt his own eyes beginning to well up and he breathed in sharply. "I can't believe I walked right up to that door and didn't sense anything was wrong... I was right there. I should have known."

"Tyler, you couldn't have known... Besides, she had a knife. I couldn't take it if she'd hurt you because of me." Carlos reached out and linked their fingers together. They had discussed things on the way to the ambulance, Carlos opening up as much as he could about his time held in that kitchen. Explaining how he had seen TK on the doorbell camera the entire time and the mixture of pain and relief that he had felt watching his love walk away. The thought of anything happening to TK was bad enough, but if anything happened because of him... More tears fell as he shut his eyes, feeling TK cupping his cheeks tenderly, bringing their foreheads together.

"Baby... I'm here. I'm here." The silence of the room was deafening as they sat there, TK wrapping Carlos in his arms as he felt his fiancé beginning to tremble. "I've got you. I got you, Carlos."

And he always would.

[local-diavolo-anon]

I read fanfictions recently that got me back into FNaF so have this

(Note that this includes personal appearence headcanons)

Springtrap Headcanons!

Biology...(?)

This guy is roughly 7'6" tall, or around 2.30 centimeters if you count his ears as well

Without he is 6 inches/30cm shorter

William died in his mid 30s so he can be considered around that age (the 30 years more in the room alone are discounted)

The suit is still partially fuzzy and to the touch he feels like those fluffy socks... but old. And used. And slightly damp. And a bit crusty where the plastic base got messed up.

Yeah he is not funny to touch, nor to smell since as we all know he has a rotting corpse inside so he kinda stinks, but the smell died down with time

The suit do has a tail, but he cannot move it, its just screwed in place

The endoskeleton has a base model but modifies are made to make it fit a rabbit suit, which means that the feeth are shaped like rabbit feet and the face is as well

The springlocks are like a primarly exoskeleton, made to make so that the costume would maintain its form even with the endoskeleton pressed and flattened against the springlock rings

The endoskeleton's head is made out of 3 different pieces that thanks to the springlock can be kept separate and pressed against the sides of the mask to make space for a human head

If those locks were to snap, your head would quite literally be crushed like a watermelon

The chest is also separated but in 2 pieces and those are pressed on the back and front of the torso, the springlock keep them there and will make them snap back together when unlocked

To fit inside you have to use a crank and wound those springlocks back, then you slip in the pieces starting with your torso, shoes and gloves are last.

Also the endoskeleton's feet have a cavity where you can fit your own and kinda look like shoes because of it

(I got a bit carries away, my apologies, all of this will be clearer when i will make a proper headcanon reference sheet for this guy)

Anyway, his ears are rather big and they can move, but their movement range is definitely limited, most of the time they are locked in place at the base up to a certain point

If he shakes his head they will wobble a bit tho

He has bunny teeth, and while he misses a good chunk of most of his lips and cheeks, which make his teeth visible, the rabbit incisors actually stay outside of his mouth

This does not impede speech since he has a voice box and just does lips synch for fun

Springtrap misses his suit's exoskeleton and part of the springlocks on his left hand and foot, leaving the endoskeleton bare, the other limbs have a mostly complete covering

This is also why he walks with a limp most of the time, its not to put too much weight in the uncovered foot and risk ruining the metal

the endoskeleton uses metal wires that resemble actual muscles to move, and like with muscles those wires are tensed/pulled to make the limb bend

He has the equivalent of chronic pains caused by the springlocks and can still feel the metal pieces inside of his own body

Sometimes pieces fall out but he doesn't feel that, at least

Despite this, his movements are fluid post death, and if it were not that you can see inside of the costume, anyone would likely swear its just some guy with a mask on

He has two voices he can speak in, via the voicebox of the suit, and via his actual voice

The voice is roughly the same, one sounds slightly more synthetic and the other sounds out of breath and wheezed (still because of the springlocks)

Also it is rather painful for him to speak outside of using his voicebox

Trivia:

He is tired and needs a break at all times, annoyed is his default state

Sassy and can be the king of meaness if he is pissed enough

He is sarcastic and cynical, and easily comes off as rude because of it, which is not entirely wrong, he can be an ass when he wants to

He is intelligent, like really intelligent, and is easily annoyied by people who do not understand things or worse, refuse to

Has a PhD in mechanical ingeneering and will show off his skills if given the right opportunity, but will refuse to properly teach others how to do the same things

both ebcause he does not like to share his ideas and techniques and because he sucks turbo ass at teaching

Even after death he can work with little to no problems, the only issue he has are his fingers being rather big and lacking the sense of touch for the most part

His job is among his biggest prides and loved things, creating robotic creatures is way more than just work for him, and seeing his creations come to live is the best feeling he ever felt

He is not 'evil' in the sense he will not cause violence for the sake of it, but he won't regret hurting someone even beyond the definition of "severely" if he deems it necessary to achieve his goal

This does not mean however, that he won't threaten people for the sake of it

He does it both to achieve his goals where needed up also really just because he finds scaring people fun (possibly because its a display of control over others, or something like that)

He was the CEO of a restaurant franchise afrer all, he can still do the 'boss voice' and have people scatter

Springtrap can either act like a normal person or be downright terrifying and he is fully aware of what he needs to do to cause that change

He absolutely despites seeing his work being plagiarized and/or modified by anyone, that's his work and no one's sandbox to play into

if he were to spend a day as a human again, the first thing he'd do is probably break into a fast food place and inhale a triple cheeseburger with a ton of crunchy bacon, and jokingly he says that not doing so before dying has been among his biggest mistakes

My take on his lore:

(I will be honest, i have no idea of what his motivations became to in canon, so the next part is me bullshitting my way in basing off some timelines video i saw, and personal interpretation)

He wasn't a cruel man before, he had a family and he loved them dearly, what broke him was the death of his youngest son by also partially the hands of his eldest (Michael)

He was devastated because of this and after an accident with his creation, (which may have even been a springlock failure which also forced him in the hospital for several months) Henry basically laid him off and told him he was not in the conditions to work at the moment, and so to stay home and get better first and foremost, which had William spiral down between anger, grief, and envy for Henry, who still had this family

at this point Henry finds out what he was doing and both worried for his sanity and disgusted by his actions, kicks him out of the company

Alternative: Evan dying brought William to try and bring his son back from death, which lead to him creating circus baby, which we all know ended with his second child dying, this time by the hands of circus baby herself

Charlotte's murder was entirely driven by William's insanity and desire for revenge

Thar was... the worst move. Because perhaps Henry cared for him and genuinely wanted him to get better at first, and later wanted to prevent more people from dying, but depriving William of yet another thing he loved had him from borderline insane with grief to being downright maniacal about it

Either way:

However, when he saw charlotte somehow survive in the body of the marionette, he came to the conclusion that he was right, and once the body was lost, a soul could remain in this world if given another body

Which meant he really could have his lost son back

Slowly this also lead him to a desire for immortality, since once the body could not die, the soul couldn't either (perhaps to have more time to achieve his goal of bringing his son back)

Which is not incorrect according to the actual lore but alias his way of testing said theory was to kidnap and murder more children to see how the weird possession thing worked and what were the needed factors

(If alternative 1 is correct then Cyrcus baby was created around this time, and Elizabeth's death just made everything worse since now he had also the guilt of it on him)

He had regrets for the violence and death he had caused, but those always came too late for him to do anything about it so when he was lucid enough to realize how horrible was what he had done, he made justifications for it

This lead him to be very cold and detatched from other people'a suffering, and all the pain he felt also manifested in feeling good at seeing other people in pain and struggling, almost as a form of compensation for how he felt

If you couldn't tell, William (so springtrap as well) lacks impulse control

This also brought him to ending up stuck inside of the springbonnie suit

And with this papyrus of a text i think i am done? Next might be Sun and Moon headcanons, perhaps, and then i might go on with talking a bit about the au i mentioned a few times on my blog ^^

Edit: thanks to the kind soul in the comments telling me how to add a read more :")

[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.27

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - The party ends.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, feelings of shame, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2.5k

Another one :)

Inside, the party had ramped up in her absence. The dance floor was so packed with people she didn’t see how they were able to move at all. At times she had to physically push through the crowd to make her way deeper inside. She was looking for Martyn, who she still hadn’t had a chance to talk to. She felt guilty for leaving him in the dark but there hadn't been any time to tell him anything. A sloshing cup of wine poured out of a hand half holding it and Shanda barely managed to dodge around it. She was thankful to not still be wearing the silver wedding dress. She had changed into another gold gown, one with beautiful pale moonstones sewed into it. The stones glittered iridescent under the torchlight. She deftly moved out of the way of a stumbling Mallister who was being firmly escorted out of the hall. Glancing back she shook her head, she was supposed to start the trouble this time.

She twisted and craned her neck searching for her brother but only a wash of differing house colors met her eyes. She strained for a glint of gold in the crowd but was met with more blood red of the Blackwoods than the familiar color of home. She rubbed her eyes groaning. The crowd moved more restlessly against the music which was so fast paced it would’ve made her dizzy to dance to. There was no time to wait, the fever pitch of the room was at its peak and she could not miss the opportunity. She muscled her way over to a group of drunken Mallisters who were visibly upset about their friend being ejected from the party. The group was muttering amongst themselves and nursing their drinks, watching the other people with displeasure.

“Threw your guy out too did they?” She grabbed a cup off a passing couple and threw it back, trying her best to look as disappointed as the men around her.

A few murmurs of agreement went up at her words.

“It was that fucking Fisher cunt.”

Another cut in after saying, “Tully should ship them all back to that cursed isle of theirs, save the rest of us the pain.”

Shanda knew the Misty Isles were probably haunted with something but it wasn’t whatever the Mallisters were suggesting. But it did play into her hand, which was to rile the group up. She nodded along with them then looked around conspiratorially.

“I heard something like that about them. Well, I shouldn’t say that though.” She nervously glanced around again before plucking another wine glass off a serving platter as it went by. She made a show of tossing it back and spilling some on herself. Then she laughed and wiped her face with the back of her arm. “Definitely they are cursed men though.” She added as if it were obvious to all of them.

She knew the men were looking at each other, each sizing her up to see if she really knew anything worthwhile.

“What’d you hear?” One finally braved the question.

She waved her hand nonchalantly. “Oh it's probably nothing. My cousin, she just said earlier when all of the couples were gathered together that the Fisher guy was acting odd. Whatever that means.”

She let her words hang there a moment, letting their curiosity fizzle out. She hadn’t revealed anything after all. Then when they all seemed annoyed she was wasting their time, she continued.

“That was until Lady Smallwood told me what he said about the Misty Isles. No one knows where it's at because Fisher hides it with blood magic.”

Their attention was directed back at her though warily.

“Blood magic? Like old gods sacrifice?” The man who asked looked pale at the suggestion.

“Didn’t that fisher cunt say something to you as they dragged him off? What was it? Something about the pale wings? No was the white something?”

“The white dawn?” Shanda asked, completely making up the phrase but positing it as a probable answer.

The guy clapped his hands together. “Yeah I think so.”

The group pushed in closer around her and she gave another suspicious glance around before speaking again.

“Bad stuff that is. Being around the Blackwoods, I’ve heard mention of this kind of stuff. Sacrifices made in the dark, women stolen out of their beds and taken. You know they must be hiding the Isles from the reavers.”

She knew the plan was working when one disgustedly said, “Fucking cowards, leaving us to do all the work fighting off the Iron born while they hide in the mists.”

A chorus of angry agreement followed his words.

She waited just a moment longer before walking off, she needed to find a man from house Fisher now. It didn’t take long for her to find Lady Smallwood and set the rest of the plan into motion. She wrapped her arms around the woman, openly and loudly congratulating her on her wedding before she leaned in to whisper to her the plan.

“Far right corner, they’re about as pissed as can be. Told ‘em the Fishers do blood sacrifices.”

Smiling brightly and showing no sign she heard her, Violet moved quickly to her husband's side. She tapped his arm and the large man leaned down to listen to her, Shanda didn’t stick around to watch the rest. She still needed to find Martyn. And hopefully she could find Ser Joth on the way. The next part of the plan was to have houses Piper and Wayn at each other's throats. She felt a twinge of guilt at involving Ser Joth in the scheme but then she spotted her cousin, Rebecken and discarded her guilt. She was about to throw her cousin into trouble as well.

“Cousin! Please tell me you’ve been watching out for Wendall and Ser Joth.”

Rebecken’s expression immediately soured at her words.

“Don’t tell me those two are at it again?”

“I lost sight of them. I was hoping you could help me out? I need someone to go check the godswood.”

The fight between the Mallisters and the Fishers broke at that moment. Explosive voices fired over the swell of the music.

“I’ll fucking kill you for that! I’m no coward, no lady killer!”

Shanda never heard the Mallister response because the man rared back and slugged the Fisher bloke. Then it was chaos from there which worked just fine for her.

“I see you’ll have your hands full here. I’ll go check the godswood.”

She rested her hand on his arm for a second “Thanks, Beck. I better go.” Then she hurriedly made her way towards the brawling group. She had spotted Wendall and knowing he would be the easier one to persuade, she pounced on him.

“Wendall! Joth Piper called you a woman beater, said he was headed to the godswood to pray for the undoing of your house.” She hadn’t even really thought of what to say to him before she said it. The way his face darkened at the mention of ser Joth had told her it didn’t matter what she said. He was going regardless. He hardly waited for her to finish speaking before he roughly shoved her away, making his way presumably to the godswood.

She surveyed the room looking for Ser Joth but an arm snaked around her hip and she was pulled backwards against a strong body. She huffed pulling at Benjicot’s arm.

“We don’t have time for this. Have you seen Ser Joth?”

He was dragging her further away from the fighting on the dance floor which had swelled to include several other house and she spotted the familiar red Tully hair amongst the crowd.

“Come on, let’s get out of here while we can.” He was still pulling her backwards against her efforts.

She was straining to hear the shouted arguments over the shouts of frightened guests. “Let go, Ben. This is the whole point of the thing.”

She ripped his hand free of her and quickly walked back over listening to the men shouting.

“House Mallister sends out guards to survey all of your lands, then they plot how to get piss you off so they can invade them!” A bronze haired Fisher spat.

A sickening crunch came from somewhere off to her right but her eyes and ears were focused on the two who had started this entire ordeal.

“We survey to help people develop defense strategies! Your house wouldn’t know because you hide in conjured mists like cowards!”

She was grateful that Lord Elmo had barred weapons from the great hall at that moment. The two were evenly matched despite the Mallister boy having several inches and pounds on the man from house Fisher. Shanda stood back a few feet away, posted beside a column off to the side. She could hear Lord Lord cursing at the top of his lungs but the crowd had grown beyond him. He would need to send for his guards.

“That’s not fucking true! We don’t do any bloody sacrifices.” The towering Mallister finally managed to take his opponent to the ground and the two wrestled on the floor.

She turned her attention elsewhere but Benjicot had returned to her side and was again trying to draw her away. Her patience had run out at that point, she turned to snap at him.

“Why do you think I orchestrated this entire thing? They’re all outing each other. Elmo’s book told us some stuff but its not like the lord paramount comes with an all seeing eye. We knew just enough to make them think their secrets were out. Now they’re exposing each other in retaliation.” She stepped around him, half listening to the fighting as she talked. “Now, we wait to get some answers.”

“And we did that.” He insisted. “Now I think we should leave because it’s escalating beyond that. You know tensions have been high this entire time.”

She rolled her eyes, still not looking at him. She dodge around a couple, trying to lose him in the crowd. An intense fight was happening near the back corner of the room and she was trying to hear what was being said. Benjicot pulled her around by her arm to face him and she started to seethe at the sight of him.

“Let go. What’s your deal? Honestly.”

“Do you want Elmo to know it was us? We can’t just march over to-“

“Since when do you give a shit about what Elmo thinks? Shove off Blackwood.” She pulled his hand off of her once again and moved away from him swiftly.

“That’s husband to you, stubborn wench!”

She didn’t bother to answer him, she’d caught a worrying shiny glint inside the shifting circle of brawling men and her anxiety had skyrocketed. Why was Royce fighting? And which house was it with? They’d intentionally left the Blackwoods and Brackens out of their schemes. They were in enough hot water causing the mess. The closer she got the more she worried, no insults were being thrown around. The fight was tight and intense. She had decided to barrel straight into the middle of it, Royce was young. Brawling men be damned she wasn’t going to leave him alone. She was in a panic as she did so, wishing she could find Martyn.

Benjicot was too slow to stop her from sliding into the mass of fighting men. She slipped through them unnoticed and knew her husband was too bulky to do the same. When she burst through the middle, it was not Royce bathed in blood. Martyn stood looking half crazy, a righteous god of fury as he rained blow after blow against his opponent. His opponent was… ser Joth Piper. Half scared and half confused she stood there frozen for half a second until Joth swiped her brothers feet out from under him. She moved with the speed of the wind as she grabbed his pulled back fist. She pulled backwards knocking him off balance, as he toppled over she helped her brother stand.

“What’s the problem? Martyn what happened?”

Benjicot had broken through the circle of men at last pulling several Tully guards in behind him. She stood with her arm around him and hissed at Joth when he stood to make a move towards them.

“It was them. They helped kill our mother, the bastards basically admitted to it right in front of me.”

“Sad little useless guard.” He taunted.

When Joth lunged this time Benjicot caught him by the throat and slammed him to the ground in an obscenely aggressive display of violence. Shanda was too busy thinking about what Martyn said to notice. Her mother had been killed on the kingsroad. She thought she had taken the road north, past Harrenhal after passing through the crownlands. She had always assumed some bandit at the Crossroads Inn saw her leave and did her in. But if she had gone west along the gold road she would have cut off the main road to pass by Hornvale and Pinkmaiden. She looked down at the man laying pinned to the ground and felt sick to her stomach. She had liked him, laughed with him. Meant to include him in her schemes to make Elmo’s life a little more annoying. The malicious look on his face made her feel cold inside. How poorly had she misjudged him. But more importantly why had they done it? And what had Martyn heard them say? She did not have time to ponder much more than that before Elmo spoke up, sounding ancient and weary. She didn’t know when he had arrived or how much he’d heard.

“I will see you all at Dawn.”

His guards personally escorted everyone from the hall. Everyone except for herself, Martyn, Benjicot and Alysanne. Shanda did a double take at the last party, the last she had seen of her new sister she was half sloshed outside. It had been a while since then and she hadn’t noticed her.

“Ill have it all now. No lies or I swear upon the old gods and the new I’ll eradicate both your houses and save us any further issues.”

Martyn was still leaning against her half bleeding and they all stood silently waiting for someone to make the first move. She sighed.

“Help me move Martyn to a chair at least first.” She implored looking at the eternally done Lord Paramount.

After Martyn was seated, she managed to wipe the majority of the blood off her arms onto her dress. She folded her hands together and took a deep breath.

Looking up, she met Elmo’s gaze and said ruefully, “A couple of months ago, I decided I was bored.”

[andriversofdelight]

sorry for going off about gender pol again lmao i just get very annoyed when The Teens organically arrive at a nearsighted conclusion over and over and over again. you gotta, like, take a step back and look at the whole situation holistically.

the thing that society, at least western society, is always concerning itself with is policing expression of femininity. men are policed under this umbrella too- masculinity is defined in terms of how not feminine it is, more than anything else. and that lack is enforced in much the same way women are punished for not being feminine enough. it's the same damn thing and trying to pretend it isn't, that there's some special oppression happening that you can claim as your very own, does not actually help anyone. if we understand how the same forces push on everyone, that universality can give us power and allow us to change it. pointing to a thing that happens to not just me, but to you and someone else and etc etc, is a good way to explain the situations of hegemony we live under and get people who may not otherwise understand to start to Get It. and when more people Get It, that's when things change.

i'm sure some people feel weird about their lived experiences of this punishment/oppression being lumped in with people who have lived very different lives. we want to believe that the troubles we face are entirely unique and deserve their time in the spotlight. we want the sympathy and the attention of others, we want to be allowed to say Look How This Hurt Me and have that hurt be recognized on a scale larger than our immediate community. but to muscle our way to the front of the line and ignore that our hurt is just another reflection of what has hurt and is hurting many, many others only serves to further fragment our cause and steal its power. use your pain to understand and empathize with the pain of those around you. uplift not just yourself and people like you, but those who need it just as much.

all this to say that while yeah it kinda sucks that being transmasc and its Troubles is a thing that nobody really seems to care about talking about in the public sphere, that doesn't mean we have to harbour resentment. i firmly believe visibility, while useful, can be a trap. we should be using our relative invisibility to aid those around us who are hypervisible, rather than allowing resentment and anger to grow. maybe that's a crazy thing to read but man i know a lot of trans women and i love them dearly and i would not hesitate a fuckin millisecond to use my apparent privilege to help them in any situation. i will use my masculinity as a tool for love and change and if i get misgendered once like every 2 years by an old lady who left her glasses at home and can't tell what's goin on because i have long hair and dress kinda faggy, i mean, that's fine.

[msitp]

Chapter 4: In the Middle of Night

Unsure of where I stand currently, I quietly follow behind the bandit shorty. I don’t even see the point of asking his name; him giving a truthful answer seems unlikely. I can’t help tugging at my hair as I say my goodbyes to it as we walk. I don’t recall hair magic being often mentioned in the original story, but perhaps I just hadn’t gotten to it yet. Before I was thrown into this world head first. Practical wise it could just be sold to an artisan to do with what they like. Or this guy just has some sort of link to a hair fetish community; can’t help cringing at the thought of that. Staring at the back of his head where his own hair is messily tied back. It might need a comb but his hair is thick and wavy, it seems much nicer than mine.

            As if feeling my eyes, he spares a glace back at me. “Whatever your scheming, can you stop before you stare right through me.”

            I widen my stride to catch up to him, “What do you mean schemes?! I’m the one who was robbed and stranded thanks to you.”

            “pft- Acting as if your so helpless. I’m still not buying’ it, or should I not count the wounds from that damn bird and you”. He lifts his crudely wrapped arm, practically shoving it in my face.

I can feel my face twitch as before I know it, we’ve begun bickering back and forth. Fighting proving a way to pass the time. The once quiet trek now noisy as we throw accusations back and forth until the sun begins to fall. I expect the bandit to stop but he pushes on, as it gets darker, I begin stumbling more unable to see the forest floor clearly now. I half expect this to be apart of some trick until a sudden flooding of purple light surround us. The dagger in his hand is the source of the light; he offers his other hand to help me up. I have no choice but to stick closer to him, often still catching my self on his shoulder when the roots of the trees trip me. The faint glow from the dagger helps but not enough to make travelling in the dark a real option. I begin to slow down feeling the deep need to quit moving and rest. His rough hand grabs my wrist and he stubbornly drags me further. It pisses me off but I’m getting too tired to care.

The moon comes into view as we come to a break in the trees, a small hut sits in the clearing just visible with the moonlight. A tired grunt of relief comes from him as he pulls me into the hut before finally letting me go. I sit down where I stand, while he uses the dagger’s glow to search for a proper lantern to light. The warm golden glow of a fire light stretches across me as he lights a fire pit in the center of the room. The hut proves bigger than I could tell in the dark, a neat fire place at its center. A hole in the top peak of the ceiling lets the rising smoke out as the fire begins warming the room. I still can’t quiet find the energy to move from my spot by the doorway. Perhaps I’ll find the will to crawl a bit closer to the fire and warm up, but my eyes feel heavy. A smack to my right shoulder only barley keeps me from falling asleep. I hear an annoying voice go from mocking to worried, followed by a sudden sense of weightlessness. When my head hits something incredibly soft everything fades to black.

The smell of something cooking rouses me from my deep sleep, a stinging ache follows not long after from my right shoulder. I bury my face further into the furs I’m lying in as I open my eyes, I shift in the fur cocoon I seem to be wrapped in. Trying to move my right arm shoots pain down my back, I let out a few curses looking around to place my pains blame on someone. Looking guilty the bandit stirs a pot that’s been placed over the fire. When my cursing subsides, he finally glances at me.

Casting his eyes back when our eyes meet. “I’d favour that side a bit, I had to stich you’ a few times. The pots nearly done cooking; I’ll help you up so you can have a bite.”

I’m somewhat taken aback by the sudden U-turn in treatment. He was the whole reason I’d ended up walking half a day through a un traveled forest. Why the sudden guilt now? Unsure of how much I could trust him I carefully sat up on my own, winching a few times when I moved wrong. My shirts are gone; I throw a suspicious glance in the bandit’s general direction. Then try to get a look at my shoulder, which had been covered in wrapping.

“Can’t listen to me for even a moment- Fine I get it, that’s fair. Don’t remove the bandages, the herbs I had to use on you aren’t easy to- “, he seems to stop himself glancing my way again.

If the pain in my shoulder and my tired legs didn’t leave me feeling so drained despite just waking up, I’d nearly want to laugh. This cocky bandit was channeling a puppy who’d just destroyed the couch. Though the couch in this case was my back, the very back I realised, that I’d thrown in front of a dagger. Ah, that’s why. If it hadn’t been due to his dagger, I’m sure he would have tried charging me for his nursing services. My throat feels dry as I try to speak, the guilty party scoops out a bowl and brings it over to the pile of furs I’m lying in.  

 I take a cautious sip the warm broth, “So you stab me, rob me and I get soup in return.”

“Well, you did jump in front of it, how was I supposed to know you’re a lunatic. Prioritize yourself next time, save me some trouble,” he grumbles but hovers around me. Dark circles around his eyes hint that I was the only one who got any sleep.

            “Are you really blaming me?? You and your dumb friends were the ones who broke my ride.”

“If that damn bird hadn’t dived at me, I wouldn’t have even used my dagger!”

            “Oh, do people not usually try and protect themselves. So sorry for putting up a fight,” my snarky voice seems to bring him relief as his shoulder begin to relax a bit.

“Division carriages never come this way, I guess me and my lads were a bit too eager. The first time it passed by there was clearly no one in it, I didn’t really plan on you being in there at all.” He doesn’t look my way but I assume this is the closest he gets to an apology.

            I must admit, for experiencing a classic bandit robbery a few stiches weren’t the worst outcome for a helpless side character like me. The bandit leader next to me didn’t seem cut-out for the cutthroat role he was playing.

            “How about, instead of just trying to steal from the division you go and get yourself recruited instead,” perhaps I can lead this young man on a better path; like a quest giving npc.

He retorts, “I was going to ask you to join my crew. Your sneaky cunning shouldn’t go to waste.”

His comment surprises me as I choke on the soup, “What do you mean by that, huh.”

“Ai don’t pretend to be all innocent now, I suffered first hand at your plots. The entire time we’ve been around each other the only time you showed me your back was to trick me! I might have noticed your wound sooner if you let your guard down for even a second.”

            Now he’s back to scolding me? I really can’t get a grasp on this guy’s character at all. Perhaps unconsciously I did keep my right side away from him, but I’m not some crafty rouge. I’m supposed to be a comedic relief support character, at most I might end up in a few towers that my sister will have to save me from. I hand him back the empty soup bowl which he refills and begins to eat from himself, this hut must be one of their hideout spots only stocked with a few necessities.

            “I have to ask, did you even leave your group a note.” He pauses the bowl leaving his lips.

“Leading any possible people out of the forest for a fee was a possible outcome. They shouldn’t be worried.”

            “Oh yeah. Even though since we both got hurt, there might be blood all about the carriage site. Huh? Did you think of what that might look like to them?”

He looks at me wide eyed, “I really need you in my crew. You think of everything.”

            “I’m scared of bugs; I wouldn’t last in the woods more than a day.”

“Ah come on, scared of a few butterflies,” he teases.

            “Yes, I hate those little freaks. Disgusting, can’t stand them.” I speak firmly looking him straight in the eyes.

            The laughter that bursts from him is childlike and reckless, he nearly spills his bowl as he falls to the floor. After we finish eating, he cleans up the pot and comes to lay down in the furs. He hands me a rather nice looking inner and outer shirt before closing his eyes as if to sleep. I carefully manage to get the clothing on, this time he knows better then to offer to help me.

   ��        “These threads are much nicer that the ones I was wearing,” I say aloud only half asking.

He opens one eye glancing at me, “The ones you were wearing had too much blood on them. Can’t bring you to town looking like that.”

I don’t see a reason to complain when he adds, “Those clothes are yours, you know. I took them out of your bag.”

            Ah I had avoided going through the original Orion’s bag, I guess a spare change of clothes being in there is to be expected. The fabric is cool and smooth, what you would expect from an ex well off family’s son. I stay quiet for a bit and let the bandit rest for the remainder of the morning. I don’t waste my energy wandering around and stay sitting in my spot on the pile of furs; only when the sun seems to move higher in the sky do I disturb him.

            “You might as well cut my hair and stash it while were here. How much farther is the nearest city? My legs might end up hurting more then my shoulder at the rate we were walking.”

He replies smoothly making me wonder if he was milking his nap for as long as I would let him.

“It’s just an hour away now, this hideout is right at the edge of the forest. If we hadn’t gotten here in the night, you might have been able to see the main Divisions Mountain in the distance.”

            “Then come on. Give me my free hair cut and then I can get out of yours.”

He slowly gets up lazily moving he collects a few things before coming back to sit behind me. He does trim my hair; I’m relieved scissors exist in this world and he’s not just hacking away with his dagger. He doesn’t take nearly as much as I expect him to. Even taking the time to neatly braid and tie back my hair. It still falls a bit past my shoulders while tied, but I’m happy to have it completely out of my way. Sabine had seemed to find my messy attempt at tying it back an injustice to the long hair. So, she’d made a point of only tying enough to keep it out of my face and letting the rest fall prettily. The bandit’s method felt more practical, and I gave a few approving pats to my hair when he was done.

Seeming proud of his work he gave a few gentle tugs to the hair tie, “Now your hair suits my crew. Since you aren’t ‘anyone special’ to the Division just stick around.”

            I could tell he was still curious about who I was to the Division, perhaps his incessant propositions were apart of getting me to talk. I stood up and turned to him, giving a spin I walked to the doorway. He let out a sigh but didn’t seem surprised at how I brushed off his offer.

            “I might be nobody but I think I owe the Willow Division a thank you in person.”

“A thank you, what could they have done for you?” He gets up putting out the embers of the fire.

            “I was sick and they helped” -I won’t mention it was at the request of the protagonist- “It seems like a group that just does that sort of thing. They can’t be all that bad.”

Finished packing up the bandit joins me at the doorway, “I’ll have to keep that in mind. Come on this way. If you’re going to keep tripping over every root just walk beside me.”

            We chat comfortably now as we walk, he continues to try and scout me. I try selling him the idea that he seemed more then capable to try joining a different path. We even talk about the Division; he lives close enough to it he knows all the local rumours. I share a bit of what I know, trying my best to avoid mentioning my knowledge comes from the source material of this world. I guess the ordinary people don’t know much about what the Division does. Stories about how it’s a group full of powerful people who horde secrets seem to do the adventuring guild an injustice. Calling them well trained students who go around collecting information and solving the odd problem, is a much closer summary.

When we finally come to a well traveled rocky path. The mountain the division has carved its home into, rises from the tree line. It seems that the bandit takes me on a tour of the small cities’ outer limits, the town is the biggest I’ve seen. People bustling around the markets as vendors sell their wares. I have no desire to dive into such a busy throughfare but enjoy watching curiously from a distance. The bandit makes no move to part ways and seems to enjoy watching me stare around dazed at the city folk. Before I realise it, we spend a few more hours walking around before he delivers me right to the base of the mountain.

A Large carved gateway declares the entrance to the Willow Divisions head quarters, a few ornate looking roof tops can be seen peaking out from the moss-covered rocks and trees that occupy the edges of the mountain. I turn to offer a half sarcastic thank you to the bandit, but he has already gone without a word. I scoff, such a sudden disappearance suits him. Perhaps he’s rightly gained a fear of the danger pigeon delivery birds that live in the Division.

 I stare a bit longer at the unfamiliar trees that smell rich and oddly comforting. I let out a heavy breath before walking past the gate and up to the guard house. Somewhere further in this mountain keep is the main protagonist of this world; as well as all her friends, suitors, and their troubles.