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My Dead Girlfriend

The GDA's golden boy isn't so golden anymore. You make a trip into a trap.

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[Invincible Variants X Reader]

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19 * Comeuppance [10.2k]

"I'm on probation for a trillion years,

There's nothin' to do but get drunk and get fucked,

an' start mailin' out the bombs, ya hear?

Hell yeah!"

Eat 5678 - Go Hang

"Why did you make me do this?"

He can't scream. Can't move a muscle beyond the involuntary breaths his lungs are forced to take, stuttering and wet but enough to keep him conscious. Burning all the way up and down his crushed windpipe. His throat was open, exposed to the cool, gentle breeze that sent shocks of pain along every pulsing nerve. He felt the icy chill on the nodules of his spine, on his detached vocal cords. He felt his head mostly away from his body, snapped hard to the side. The only thing keeping him alive was the tenuous connection of his exposed spine to his brain, screaming for him to move.

Above him, Dad was on his haunches. Fists hot with his blood. Gesturing wildly though both his eyes were swollen shut. "You're fighting so you can watch everyone around you die!" If he were a normal human boy, he'd be gratefully dead- still by your side after Dad tore you apart. You were a distraction he let make him weak. He tried proving Dad wrong, to get revenge on your behalf but Dad was right- the fight didn't last long.

"Think Grayson, think!" It's a taunt, one that stings as badly as his nonexistent throat. He'd become so well known and trusted within the GDA people called him by his last name- after he'd joked Mr. Grayson was his Dad. It became a second name, only said within the halls of the GDA or by you or through his earpiece by Cecil, who he considered a friend. The whole team treated him well. He liked them all. Liked being a hero, making a difference.

"You'll outlast every fragile, insignificant being on this planet!"

Dad thought it was a hobby. Something he'd drop once he learned their real purpose. He didn't. How could he when he loved this planet and its people so much? Earth was home, Earth had his friends. It had Cecil and Donald who had a cake waiting for him in the command room on his eighteenth birthday after he returned from a hard fought mission- forgetting his own birthday just like Dad had. Then he went to you, vanilla cake on his breath, the rest of it saved in Tupperware. You had your own cake waiting for him, your hands covered in frosting as you hastily tried to write 'Happy Birthday' across the top in a blue gel.

"You'll live to see this world crumble to dust and blow away!" Nolan didn't care about his reminiscing. Was so lost in his rambling he didn't sense the fleet coming.

Grayson made love to you on the messy countertop. Your fingers curling blue, sticky icing streaks into his hair. You showered together, laughing at things he couldn't remember. You curled up in his arms, watching the trailer for the animated Seance Dog show coming next spring. A spring you would never see.

"Everyone and everything you know will be gone!" Dad made sure of that. Got rid of that 'distraction' that he thought made his son such a wimpy bleeding heart. Got rid of his own distraction, that woman he called his wife- marriage was such a pathetic Earthly concept- with you both out of the way, nothing would stop them.

"What will you have after five-hundred years!?"

Not you. It was all he could think about half-buried into the side of the mountain- You. The planet's safety didn't matter. You. His father's betrayal didn't matter. You. You. You. Dead. Nothing mattered. You were dead. You. You. You. Dead. Dead. Dead.

Cecil watched the fleet from the control room. Drone operated, housing experimental quantum bombs. Grayson willingly gave samples of his DNA for research purposes, anything they could think of or want. His blood, his skin, a mucosal swab, a muscle biopsy. He never considered saying no, thinking the GDA would use it to come up with new armor or as a control to test against viruses. He didn't think they would use it to make defenses against Viltrumites, when there were only two of them on the planet, when they didn't know about the invasion plans. But Cecil had known Nolan a long time. Long enough to not trust him.

He knew Nolan was hiding something after the Guardians were murdered. They both did, but Grayson was so adamant Nolan wasn't in the wrong. He thought his Father was scared of a greater threat, something he was afraid to share, and he just had to figure it out. Cecil knew otherwise and that's why he was prepared.

Nolan wasn't slow. He shot up, throwing the first few drones into the atmosphere. They were dummies anyways. Used so medical could teleport to Grayson, get him off the mountain and into GDA care. Only when he was safe did the bombs rain.

Cecil would come to feel bad for Grayson in the weeks after the attack. Kid lost his girlfriend and his mom in one fell swoop. Lost the dad he thought he had, a hero and thought to be a mild, stoic man. Now he was kept hundreds of miles underground, limbs trapped in individual cuffs, each double the size of his body. Nolan had plenty of visitors in his new prison. Cecil and his interrogation team mostly. Grayson never came. Didn't even blink when Cecil told him Nolan was still alive. Not even when he divulged that the only reason they could contain him was because of Grayson's cooperation, all of the DNA and data he gave in good faith.

Grayson was never cold or callous, not a killer the way his father wanted him to be. But something changed in Grayson. Maybe it was getting nearly decapitated, breaking every bone in his body. Maybe it was all the people that died as collateral. Maybe it was his mom's death, you.

He hated knowing Dad would be proud when he said to Cecil with his new, broken, entirely wrong voice, "Kill him."

Cecil expected anger. Expected Mark to choke him out or do something stupidly rash, but he stayed eerily calm. "You know I can't do that, kid."

Grayson leveled him with a cold, blue-eyed stare. Cecil had never seen that look on his face, never wanted to again. "Do it or I will."

***

After the attack, Phantom's neck was in a thick metal brace for weeks. He couldn't move most of his body, couldn't speak. Despite their extensive testing of Viltrumite DNA and its healing compounds, the doctors were unsure his vocal cords would ever re-string. They did their best putting him back together, but it wasn't right. His voice was forever stretched and scratchy after the incident, much like his mind.

The muscles in his neck stiffly groaned as he lifted his head to look at you, you, you, alive, alive, alive. Framed in what little light curved into his tomb. You were heaving with anger at the very sight of him- but you were breathing. Eyes shining beadily with malice- but you were blinking. Teeth grinding in your snarl- but you were moving. Alive. You were still alive. He'd been so worried.

Gray had brought him water, scraps of food. Never enough to satisfy, but enough for his body to work with the accelerator. If there had been enough water in his system, he'd be crying at the sight of you. But there wasn't, so he dryly heaved with cracked, wobbly lips. Words tumbled out his throat, feeling and sounding like broken glass, "You're okay."

"Okay?" You said, brain still catching up like the past few minutes hadn't happened. "Okay!?"

The isolation, the paranoia, the broken leg, the death, the dick sucked out of desperation and need just to be in front of Phantom. Here he was, served up on a silver platter. Smiling up at you despite his bloodless face and missing limbs. Woozy with pain and acute dehydration, but somehow his eyes gleamed like he'd won. Like he had also wanted to be in front of you- no matter the situation.

You kicked him in the stomach, doing nothing but send a jolt of pain up your once broken leg. You reeled back, hissing.

"Called Invincible for a reason." Mohawk said unhelpfully behind you. Truthfully, you'd forgotten he was there. When you saw Phantom the whole world fell away, the same for him.

But he could ignore Mohawk even if he was talking. He'd been blocking out Scars and Lensless's presence for weeks. Only really aware of them when they pulled the meat off his bones. Your kick felt like nothing, but the brief contact, even through your boot was precious. He replayed the moment over and over, hoped for another because it was better than weeks of nothing- worrying that mentally unstable freak had hurt you.

"It's okay, I understand." He said because something, he didn't know what, had hurt you, because, "I wasn't fast enough. I'm sorry."

You kicked him with your other foot and got the same reaction. A smile because you touched him. He'd prefer a hug, a few sobbing kisses but he could take this for now- it was better than you dead.

"He almost killed me!" Your brain rewound the tape and played it at hyper-speed. When it was done and you were freshly re-traumatized, the tape played again. "He went crazy! You knew he would!" Mark was right. You had told him to stop talking about Phantom, how he'd betrayed you both but you could feel it in your gut, Mark was right. "You fucking knew!"

You kicked him again because you wanted him to hurt and you wanted it to be from you, but the only person you were hurting was yourself.

A hand came to your shoulder. Gray. "Stop. You'll hurt yourself."

You shoved at him. "Don't fucking touch me!"

He hovered back, a notch in his brow. He thought this was what you wanted, so why were you crying? Why were you so angry?

Phantom needed your attention back on him. He'd gone longer without water than he had without you, but he needed more of your attention than he needed to breathe.

"You shouldn't of had to deal with that." His words are slow, labored. Some part of him knew he shouldn't say it, that it'd ruin his chances with you, but the part of him that thought about such things had shriveled with torture and food deprivation. "I would've-" His throat spasmed, he swallowed the pain, "I would've done it for you before things got that bad."

You called Mark crazy. You couldn't believe you called Mark crazy when Phantom existed.

You balled your fists, feel acid in your stomach. You wanted him dead as badly as you needed to breathe. You could only give him an appropriate death if you knew the full scope of things, if your fears, his fears, were confirmed. "What was your plan?"

The rambling began in broken, shambling sentences. Unrelated at first, but slowly inching together as his voice started to blip and crack out. His twisted ideas just kept going and going like tied rags out of a magician's mouth. He wanted Mark to go crazy. Wanted Mark to ruin things. Was going to listen in and swoop in like Seance Dog in the nick of time. Let you lean on his shoulder to cry on. Be your one and only rock. Live in the dark together forever, where he could always keep you safe. Where nobody could ever hurt you again. Not like Dad had. Not like Scars and Lensless had.

Then you made him tell you what went wrong. Everything that could've backfired did. It should've been more satisfying hearing his comeuppance, but you weren't there to enact it. To see it. To order it. To watch his eyes glaze over with agony, whereas now they were riverbed stones. If he died right now, he'd die happy.

"You're fucking crazy." Not Mark. But he was Mark. They were all Mark. "It wouldn't have worked. He was onto you. I would've known. I would've hated you." You played out the fantasy. You and Mark killing him. You eating his body instead of your precious bug family that was now all gone. He would've felt less paranoid, would've let you dig a way into the sun so he could heal. But it hadn't happened that way. "I would've never loved you." You said it like it'd ward it away. Like it'd erase the fact that could have been your reality if he played his cards right. You hadn't suspected him at all, defended him, now look at you.

Phantom had the audacity to shake his head, "We would've been happy."

He didn't say it, but he knew how much trauma could remold a person. In the wake of Mark's death, he would've remolded you. Pressed in his thumbs and left the indent of his fingerprints forever on your soul. His version of the story would solidify with every passing moment. You would have loved him.

You turned to Mohawk who'd been watching your back with baited breath. "Hit him."

Your control was more a gentle push to his back than anything. You hadn't needed to tell him, he already wanted the rat dead.

He lunged forward, grabbed him by the beard, yanked him forward and slammed his head back into the wall. Crack. Again. Crack. Again. Crack! Despite everything, Phantom was still smiling. This was nothing compared to the torture he'd gone through. Mohawk needed to go harder, break him through the wall, rip him in half, skull to taint.

It wasn't that Mohawk didn't want to protect you in a similar way. Or that Phantom wanted you to himself, because Mohawk did too. It was that the weakest in the pack thought he had any claim on you. That he almost got you killed again and left you with that other freak. That he led you into his arms and not Mohawk's instead.

He reeled his foot back to punt him through the rock. Gray grabbed his shin. "We're being too loud."

Mohawk turned to bark at him but you beat him to it. "Fuck being too loud! They're weak! Let them find us."

You were out for blood. Scars and Lensless initiated the cave collapse. They weren't as much to blame but you needed more blood on your hands than Phantom had in his body.

God, Mohawk could drool at how hot you were right now.

"I agree," Gray said, "They are likely weakened by now, but don't you want to savor killing him? They'll get in the way."

Viltrumites killed efficiently, without feeling, though plenty of them, like his mentor, enjoyed it very much. Gray enjoyed a hard fought battle, didn't mind blood on his hands. He understood blood lust. Though he didn't feel it, he wanted you to feel that passion his mentor had to the fullest. Isn't that what you'd want?

Mohawk yanked his leg from Gray's grip. "I'll kill 'em before they can."

Gray kept his annoyance in check. How on Earth was Mohawk Emperor of anything with such little decorum?

"Noted." He turned to you, "I need answers first."

You frowned at him, tone dangerous, "What could you possibly need from him?"

Gray stepped forward, standing by your side now instead of some guard dog goon. He looked down at Phantom, who only had puppy eyes for you. He honestly thought Phantom's plan wasn't a bad one. It was smart to expose an enemy's weakness, smart to get you away from danger, to use both of those things to his advantage. He could almost respect him, but he wouldn't tell you that.

Since obtaining Phantom, Gray had returned to Scars and Lensless residence. Maybe to kill them, maybe just to see what they were up to- he didn't know. He found rubble. Couldn't find them in the wastes.

"Where did they go during the day?" He asked both Phantom and Mohawk. Both of them didn't know, only one of them would answer. You had to use your powers on Phantom, which in his weak, blissed out state was easy. Phantom was unconscious most of the time. Mohawk was scared to not have something to hide behind.

"Did they ever speak of any other hideouts?"

Again you had to step in. Control going around his soft brain like a fist holding jello. Phantom didn't know. They were gone in the wind. Gray doesn't like not knowing where they are.

Gray is pulled out of his thoughts by your voice, "You done?"

He stepped back in quiet confirmation.

He watched the way you stared at Phantom. Could almost hear your gears turning, wondering what would be the best punishment for his crimes.

He stared back. Lips moving but no sound came out. You knew you shouldn't help him, but a morbid part of you wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Gray." It's all you have to say for the man to move in, hold Phantom's jaw, and pour water from a basin down his throat. Most of it dribbled wasted down his chin.

Gray settled behind you as you watched Phantom's throat work. You waited, waited. Until.

"I accept whatever comes next, and I forgive you." He says, not meaning it. He wanted to live, to be with you, he didn't want to die here, but the only way to live was to appeal to your human nature. The one he knew you had because his version of you did.

In his haze, he forgot how different you were.

Wasn't expecting red rage to cross your face. "Mohawk. Kill him."

Mohawk was in front of him. Fist pumped back, ready to piston forward and put a hole in his head. It'd be quicker than he deserved. That's why Gray stopped him. Stood in front of Phantom, Mohawk's fist in his hands. Muscles straining to keep Mohawk from landing the blow.

"What are you doing?" You snarled, head pulsing as Mohawk tried to push through Gray's grip.

"You'll regret doing it this way," Gray said.

Seconds ago, you were thinking torture, now you just wanted him dead. For all of this to be over. No more Jesus-y 'I forgive thee, Judas' bullshit.

"No, I won't. Move." Your focus is like a shove to the brain, teeters him off balance. His heels gave, sliding back and pressing into Phantom's leg.

"Mark suffered for years in prison, correct?"

"I don't care. Move." Another shove. You were stronger when you were mad. He tucked that information under 'problems for another day'.

"He effectively put Mark in prison again. Don't you want him to suffer the same?" Gray did not revel in pain but he knew you did to an extent. You needed Phantom's pain like you needed codeine to feel better. Good for awhile, then best if it was gone.

Gray was right. He should-

"I should suffer." Phantom's voice scratched out, "It's my fault you got hurt. I'm so sorry, (Y/n)."

Hearing those words was like a fist to the chest, grabbing at your heart. You just wanted this to be over. Just wanted him dead so there'd be no more genuine platitudes from him. His sympathy burned like acid.

"Kill him." You said hoarsely, "Just kill him."

"Sorry dude," Mohawk jerked his head back to deliver a blow to Gray, intending to knock him out. Gray regretted having to use such desperate actions, but he believed this was for the best. His knee came up to Mohawk's crotch. Mohawk crumpled, groaning before a blow to both his ears knocked him out entirely. Gray caught him before he hit the ground.

You bared your teeth. "What are you doing!?"

"Helping." Gray lifted a limp Mohawk onto his shoulder.

"No you're-" You were off the ground, held to Gray's chest with his free arm. One of his legs kicked back, delivering a heel to Phantom's jaw and sending him easy into unconsciousness. "Hey!"

Gray floated out of the makeshift prison. "You need time to think."

"Put me down!" The strongest shove yet, his grip loosened before he came back to himself. Seeing the flash of terror on your face at the idea of being dropped mid-flight again. Still, you fought. Beat useless fists against his chest, "I don't need to think, he needs to die!" But the more you fought him, the more your anger and wrath flared, the more he knew he was right.

***

"It's cold, come sit." Markus lifted his cape for you to perch under. You didn't look at him. Don't look at anybody as you paced in circles, feeling like a caged lion. The bitter night bit at your skin but you didn't care. You couldn't look at any of their faces without seeing Phantom, Mark, Gray. Feeling sad and angry all over again.

Gray shifted up from his seat. Far from a very awake, very pissed off Mohawk, who was considering if he should fuck this whole alliance bullshit and take you for himself.

"I'll go." Gray said.

You spun on your heels, catching the back of his stupid skirt before he left through one of the many exits. "Don't pull that kicked puppy shit!"

He paused. "Kicked puppy what?" He was still very unused to human turns of phrase.

"Shut up and get back in here." You snapped. He hovered back inside, confused. "Said it yourself big guy, desert's too dangerous to violently kill a guy in, gotta be waaay too dangerous to be flying around at night- right?"

"I thought this was what you wanted." He said it softly, meaning more than just him leaving. Wondering where he went wrong, why you hadn't kissed him with those pretty lips in thanks when you had asked him for this.

Your jaw flexed, unflexed. Because you did want this, but now that Phantom was within reach, weak, killable, it was a whole other story. The worst part was you didn't even get the satisfaction of him being scared to see you again, to see him crying while he confessed. He wasn't sorry, not really, he was sorry he got caught, sorry he was an amputee. You don't know how to feel or what to say and the longer Gray looked at you with those sad puppy dog eyes the more muddled your feelings got.

So you leaned into instinct, snapping, "Whatever."

You let go of him and went to the darkest, most isolated corner of the camp. The corner Gray had shoved the bag of Mark. Now two-thirds full, he'd been rationed well. You sat against the sack, not feeling any of Mark's warmth. Feeling only a stiff hardness poking into you in pieces where you were used to a solid mass. It wasn't enough to sit beside it. Soon you were half sitting on it, hugging it, sniffing it, crying quietly into the rough fabric. It felt and smelled nothing like Mark but it was him.

"Are you alright?" Markus.

"Go away."

You heard his boots come down behind you. His suit groaned as he sat, one shoulder pressed to your back. You clutched the bag tighter, finding a stick of dead meat to hold onto through it. Not a hand pulsing warm with blood. You pressed your face into it, let the tears soak through. Markus said nothing as you worked through a knee-deep muck of emotions. He just silently rubbed your lower back in slow circles. The touch real, living, grounding through your tank top.

He was there for you, even if you didn't want him to be. Had been the whole time you were stuck here. Just waiting for you to reach out, offering comfort you needed but wouldn't take.

You say it without thinking, "I don't know why I'm always so mean to you."

Because he'd been kind, charitable, annoyingly uptight, and dad-ish, but not a bad guy. You'd pushed him away at every turn or pulled him in just to try and use him. He knew it, let it happen, and kept crawling back to you anyway. The way you wished Mark had after Machine Head. The gentle comfortableness he represented scared you, threw you and your assassin persona off balance. You always felt like the other shoe was going to drop. Waiting for him to accept you weren't his darling wife and finally leave you alone. But he never did.

Arms snaked around your middle. Gently goading you off the meat sack, turning you away from it and its garish body. You let him, turning into his chest as he pulled you onto his lap.

"I know." His voice rumbled in his chest. "It's okay." There was no resentment in his voice. No Mark-ish disdain for what a shitty person you were. You fisted the material of his suit, pressing your face into him, listening to his heartbeat, breathing in the smell of stale sweat. Gross but alive.

Why were you holding onto Mark when he hurt you? When Markus was alive and right here and had only been kind of a douchebag who never apologized for being a douchebag. You had been worse, had never apologized for being such a flippant ass. "I'm sorry."

The circling hand came again to your back. "I just want you to be okay." His other hand came up to cradle your head, rubbing his thumb into your (hair/scalp).

You gritted your teeth, trying not to sob like a baby into him. Nobody had cared for you like this in so long. No expectations, no paranoia. You shuddered at the smokey smell still in your nose, "I don't think I can ever be okay out here."

"I know." He says again, slowly rocking you both back and forth now. Lulling you into calm with his husky voice and warm touch. "I'm sorry I can't make it better."

You laugh, because it was such an odd thing to say, "You do." Your walls completely crumbled around you.

Markus smiled into your forehead as he kissed it.

***

You slept in his arms for the first time in over a week. You were an unmoving rock while he stayed awake. Hyper aware of your breathing, your weight on his legs. Markus didn't sleep much before the desert, slept less now. Exhaustion always nipping at his heels but it didn't matter how tired he was. As long as you were safe.

Eventually, the dream was over. You woke up, dazed and confused, slow and sweet with lingering sleep. He savored the unguarded look on your face before the shield fell back down. You excused yourself off his lap, muttering an apology for falling asleep.

"No apology necessary." He said as he watched you walk away. Feeling airy with affection.

Crying and sleep had shaken off some of the anger. You knew you needed to fix things before it returned in a violent wave, the way it always did. You walked up to Gray who was silently assessing the damage of the storage box that'd collapsed in the night again. He could've fixed it by now but he always waited for you to help- even if, "I was an asshole yesterday."

He said nothing but kneeled down to hold up two of the sides at a corner. You bent down and found the spike of metal you'd used to slot one side in with the other. You picked it up, continuing, "I appreciate what you did." You slide the piece in. "A lot. I uhm-" God, why was being accountable for your emotions so hard? Oh yeah, you repressed them so you wouldn't speak out of turn and be murdered by Machine Head! "I get why you brought him instead of bringing me to the crazy person jailhouse."

The metal slid home. Gray moved his hands, testing to see if the sides would hold. They did but bowed out awkwardly. He plucked a piece of aluminum from the storage and worked it around the corner as a reinforcement.

"You gonna talk to me?"

Gray blinked. "I didn't want to speak over you."

"Oh." You laugh awkwardly. "Right, yeah." You grabbed some slips of metal and held the aluminum to the wall while Gray hammered the spikes in to keep it there.

He didn't speak while he worked. Trying hard to gather up his emotions. He was severely disappointed by your reaction last night, but it should've been par for the course. Mother was always surprising Father with her strange human outbursts and social customs. Still, despite being raised by a human, he understood little of their emotions. In truth, he'd always spent more time with Father. Was always off training or on a mission around other Viltrumites, too long to truly understand his mother's human tendencies.

He didn't know what would be the right thing to say so he could only hope what came out of his mouth wouldn't push you away. "I want him dead, but I think if it's too fast, you'll regret it."

You frowned as the wall stood sturdier.

"The more he talks, the worse things get for me." You said quietly, hoping the others wouldn't hear as they went about their morning business, but they do. There was no real privacy in here, not that it mattered but it was still embarrassing. Bearing your heart to everyone at once.

"Gag him." Together you move to the next corner and repeat the process.

"Won't he bite through it? Strong jaw?"

"Tell him not to. He's weak, he'll obey."

You punch the side of his knee, which confused him greatly. "I get it, you're super strong and hard to control, he's not." You smiled but your eyes were misty. Gray was even more confused. "I just don't get why he did it. I didn't have a problem with him. We could've been friends, ya'know?"

Gray doesn't 'ya'know'. Gray always thought there was something off-kilter about Phantom. He'd made this mistake of ignoring him in lieu of paying attention to Scars and Lensless.

"But what I really don't understand is why Mark? Like, if you were going to make me hate someone else, why Mark? He was so sweet and fucked up yeah but-" You looked at the wall, blinking back tears. Remembering the snap inside your leg. The pain, the terror. "Out of all the people he had to ruin for me, it had to be him." Nowhere near innocent, but the closest to it. You'd burn the fucking world down too if you went though shit like that.

"You didn't trust him." Gray used the flat of his hand to sink metal into the wall. "He chose someone you trusted to get close to you." And now Mark's dead and dinner.

You bit your cheek. "I want to hurt him so bad but I don't know how." The tears are heavy on your lids now. "I want to kill him so bad it hurts, but you're right." You turn back to him as they fall, "If I don't make him suffer, I'm failing Mark."

Gray didn't think. Just reached forward and cupped your cheek, thumb wiping the tear away. The others watched, shoulders locked and loaded. On one hand, there was jealousy. On the other, they knew if they ruined this moment, you'd be angry, their standing with you would wither.

"More amputation is possible." Gray said soft, caressing your face, "I've enough agent fourteen to keep him going awhile."

"No." You reach up and grab his wrist, needing to feel a body, "Don't waste anymore on him."

Gray smiled, hoping you'd say that. He had many more options, "Viltrumites can withstand partial gutting."

"Really?" Your eyes gleamed, your hand tightening around his wrist and he felt a stir in his cock. He really needed to get that reaction under control.

"Are you serious?" His voice made you both stiffen. Maskless didn't move from his seat on a low rock. Eyeing you both like you were garbage.

"Got a suggestion?" You snapped as Gray shifted next to you, looking like a puma about to pounce.

Maskless's face twitched. "He loves you." He hissed, "No matter what you do to him, he's going to love you." The words come out like a curse. "Just kill him already. He'd gone through enough."

"Enough?" You barked out a laugh. "He ruined-"

"His plan backfired, sure, but he did it for you. Can't you see that? Or are you too self-centered to realize everything he's done out here was for your own good?"

Seb lifted his head from the hammock hung in the corner. "Whoa dude, that's like a crazy fucking thing to say."

"It's not!" Maskless lifted his arms, "I would've done the same thing!" For William. Anything, everything for William. Who he didn't even get to see again. This was all for nothing.

"You'd die for it too," Gray said.

Maskless's muscles tighten but he stayed put. "I'm just saying. Guy's suffered enough with how much you fuck around."

Seb's jaw dropped, "Jesus Dude! That's not cool!" He felt a little hurt, considering how he'd told Maskless extensively about his laundry list of flings. Had his friend been judging him the whole time?

Markus crossed the room, "You're being childish."

"Me childish?" Maskless huffed. "Look at yourself." Markus was unbothered. Anything Maskless could say about him, he'd already gone through a thousand times worse. "I can't stand you people."

Yet he made no move to leave. If he left now, he'd be out. Easy pickings. The next meal.

You stood, the storage box mostly fixed. Gray immediately grieves the loss of your touch.

"You know what? Just cuz you said that?" You turn to, "Mohawk, wanna hit something?"

Mohawk was already up and on his feet. Long since stewing in angst seeing you snuggle up with Markus and get all close with Gray. Plans tumbling around his head on how to be the last one standing. All that fell to the wayside with your attention. "Yes, ma'am."

You locked eyes with Maskless as Mohawk hauled you into his arms.

***

You didn't let Mohawk get the first lick. You knew you couldn't hurt Phantom but seeing him light up when you walked in made you sick. You stooped down, hovering where his left leg would be if he had it anymore. "I fucking hate you."

"I understand." Phantom could live with you thinking that. As long as he lived, he had time to prove you wrong. To prove he was right in doing what he did. Those people were animals.

You scowled before your fist cracked into his cheek. Pain shot electric up your forearm. You pulled your fist back, finding blood on his cheek that wasn't his. Your knuckles had busted open.

"Fuck's-" You reeled your head back, knowing it was a bad idea but needing to get across to Phantom you'd hurt yourself just for the chance to hurt him, "-sake!" Foreheads collided. You saw stars as you fell back on your ass. Violently dizzy, head throbbing, warmth trickling down your forehead and around your nose.

"Shit!" Mohawk steadied you before you fell further back. "You okay, babe?"

You didn't look at him. Just at Phantom who brought his hand to his cheek, feeling the warmth of your blood under his remaining fingers. Fingers that could still move. "Break his hand."

Mohawk smiled and lifted his brows, "No powers on me? Ya think I'm that whipped?"

"Do you want me to tell you what to do?"

He pretended to weigh the idea. "Ehhh."

You raise a brow, "Do I need to get someone else or-" He moved so fast he nearly sent you sideways. A sickening crack-ack-ack-ack-ack filled the room followed by Phantom's broken gasping.

Mohawk grinned as Phantom's face contorted. "Good enough for you?"

You watched as Phantom tried to move his hand. Now a too-squished together mess of red and purpling bruises, fingers twisted in all the wrong ways. The sight made you happy.

"You seem awfully proud of yourself for only doing that one lil thing. Why not hit himmmmm-" You pointed, finger circling until you decided, "there." Right where his kidney would be.

"Yes, ma'am!" His fist landed in the same spot. Causing Phantom to double over, groaning.

It became a game from there. You spinning your finger, seeing where it landed, Mohawk hitting or breaking something like a good guard dog should. Together, you were splatter artists. Canvas Phantom's pale exposed skin, painted with green and purple bruises. Blood dribbling out of his lips to add a little more color.

The more he hurt. The happier you were. Almost electrified by Mohawk's cruelty. You shared jokes at Phantom's expense back and forth. Getting meaner and louder the longer it went on.

Eventually, Phantom stopped groaning. "Shit, is he dead?" You rocked forward on your heels.

"Nah," Mohawk cracked his bloodied knuckles, "I can still hear 'im breathing, he's just knocked out."

You huffed as your high started to wane. You were having so much fun, now it was over. "I thought he'd last longer."

Mohawk flopped next to you, "He'll be fine."

You were quiet awhile, watching Phantom's bruised chest slowly rise and fall. Getting some lingering thrill out of seeing the pain you'd helped cause.

It was Mohawk who broke the silence. "You know... You're pretty hot when you're mad."

You take it as a joke. Unable to image yourself as sexy, not with the sweat and the half-congealed blood that'd run from your forehead to your chin. "Yeah right."

His hand came to your chin, pulling you to face him and his hard-set expression. "I mean it." His eyes dropped as his thumb spread the blood across your skin. "Fuuuuck." He didn't think, just leaned forward and dragged his tongue from your jaw to your cheek. Sending shivers as his hot mouth passed your lips.

"That's nasty." You hissed at him as he pulled back, not far, just enough to admire the look on your face. Flushed but not angry, not hating it. You must feel it to, the pull that started in his gut and went straight to his cock.

His gloved fingers gently squeeze your jaw, "Could tell me to stop."

"Your stupid ass wouldn't listen."

"Not unless you made me, which you totally aren't right now."

You glared. "You're annoying as fuck you know that?"

He grins. "You like it. You like when I push.” He could feel himself getting harder the longer you looked at him like that. Could feel his blood boil, body start to coil. He could hear your heart racing, apexing from its earlier plateau. You wanted it but played so coy.

“If you keep pushing, I’ll hurt you.”

“Yeah baby?” His voice was low, gloved finger swiping along your bottom lip. He was right, you could push him away, say the word and have him across the cave.

You shivered, “I’m serious.”

He hums, distracted by the way you were leaning into him, the way your voice shook.

"If you ever do what he did to me, I'll make you hurt yourself so bad you'll shit blood." You hissed, breath on his lips, getting closer now.

"God, you're hot."

Heated lips rushed forward, overcoming yours in a fast flash of spitty kissing and lip biting. Piercings shove into your chin, coolly scrape against your lips as you both move, growling into the kiss. He climbed on top of you, holding your jaw in place while you tugged hard at his mohawk. Less kissing more trying to eat each other alive at the mouth. Violence's pull overtook you again. You needed more blood, more pain, so you bit the inside of his lip as hard as you could trying to make him bleed.

He groaned, "God you're such a-" You shut him up by shoving your tongue into his mouth. He accepted it greedily. His hands left your chin, you expected them to go to your pants but instead he's zipping his suit down. Exposing sweat-slicked muscle, pierced nipples and collarbones. He grabbed your wrist and forced it to a peck. Fingers splayed around a nipple.

"Come on," he murmured into your mouth when your fingers didn't move, "touch me."

That move was... unexpectedly desperate. You thought he'd be a little more Seb-y, confident and cocky, but the little jerk just wanted some attention. Fine. You could do something for the work he'd done on Phantom.

Your knuckles pinched around his peaked nipple. Rolling and twisting the flesh, making him pant into your mouth.

"Fuck," his hips bucked into the air, "yes," he shuddered when you started toying with the bar, "yes."

Mohawk shuffled around your kiss and tangled bodies. Hastily shucking off his suit from the shoulders down. Exposing more of his skin. Nude from the waist up, hard-on trapped in the blue of his suit.

"More." He growled into your lips. "Fuck, I need you." He pressed your head down, kissing you, pressing the back of your skull to the ground like he was trying to eat your face.

You let it happen. Lost yourself in the heat. Hands full of his pecs, twisting and squeezing. His hands were everywhere. Groping your sides and hips. Recalling the memory of your body under him. You still felt the same. He needed more.

You didn't feel a chill as he ripped the tank top up and over your head, falling to the wayside. Desert heat pressed into your skin, but not as hot as his lathed tongue over your nipple. Sucking and nipping before you could object. You were gasping before a single word of protest could pass your lips. He knew just how to pull those sounds he missed out of you. He'd waited long enough. Had endless wet dreams about touching you again. He needed to hear everything, feel everything.

You were arching into him. Hands gripping his shoulders the way you used to before you fucking betrayed him. You squeaked as he bit your nipple, drew blood in his flash of anger. He made it better, sucking it up as he held your hips. Grinding your clothed heats together. Needing that pre-fuck friction. Watching how your mouth fell open and eyes rolled back so slutty before he'd even gotten to the real thing.

"Fuck," his mouth came away from your breast, connected by a trail of spit, "fuck, I missed you." Your lips met again. He was in a better position to grind into you, so he did, rough, fingers bruising your sides. But that was fine, you needed some pain after inflicting so much.

You felt the heat of his hand slip under your pants, under your boxers. Thick fingers slipped down your slick. He shook, coating his fingertips. "God." He sounded close to tears.

You weren't one for emotional intelligence during sex but you had to ask, "Are you-"

His mouth moved to your neck, pressing lips and teeth to your skin, "Can I finger you? Please say I can finger you."

You weren't going to turn that down. "Go right ah-hhhhheeeeeeeeeehd."

You melted, as two fingers were forced into your slippery cunt. No foreplay preamble, just all the way to the knuckles. Pumping in and out, slapping his palm against you from the get go. He watched you writhe like you were a live art show. Watching you moan and gasp made him want to cry. He couldn't believe he killed you. Couldn't believe he'd missed this for so long.

He was so in his head he didn't realize you were close until you were cumming on his fingers. Moan echoing rough in the cavern. He snaps back to himself, muttering a, "Good job, good girl, yes baby," as he milks your cunt into submission. You go slack and soft against the floor but he's not done. Nowhere near. Your pants and boots are thrown away before you can blink. He's over you watching your face, moaning as he sucks your taste off his fingers. You can't say anything before he's spreading your thighs, his lips coming down on your cunt with a muffled, "Need this."

His fingers are back inside you, his tongue pressing harshly into your clit. He nearly cums when you pull at his hair, shrieking, kicking at his back like the nasty bitch you were.

You cum again, heels dug into his shoulder blades. His fingers leave purple-ish impressions on the insides of your thighs, he wanted to bite them, to make them a permanent part of your body. Instead he lunged forward as soon as orgasm subsided, kissing you, mixing your spit and juices with his like you always used to. Your hands scratch at his back, make him mewl much less domineeringly into you than he'd like, "Can I fuck you? Please, please can I fuck you?"

"Just do it alr-" A gust of wind slaps your heated skin as he throws off the rest of his suit. Jumping back on you, cock sprung free. Piercings glinting up and down the bottom of his head and shaft as he started to desperately rub himself against the outside of your core, murmuring praises. Tiny balls of metal catch and roll past your entrance, making you gasp. It's too much, too hot, he can't do this foreplay bullshit anymore. Without warning, he realigns and fills you to the hilt. You go stiff, suddenly achingly, deliciously full, eyes rolled all the way back, a slut possessed.

Mohawk doesn't think of your body needing to adjust, he just moves. Not slow, not steady, but snapping. Making your skin harshly slap together, making your tits bounce. Forcing himself in and out of the tight, twitching hole made just for him. Thumb rubbing rough circles on your clit as he pounded into you. Battering your g-spot, bruising your walls.

Beneath him you are wild. Nearly shrieking and drooling. Whatever you can grab onto him, you do, nails digging in. Gasping, "Fuck- yes-" in the few moments he allowed you to breathe before punching the air out of your lungs. It wasn't enough that his balls were slapped against your ass, he needed to be deeper.

Mohawk forced your hips up, shoved your thighs close to your shoulders. Growling as he forced that extra inch of himself inside that much deeper. Cockhead kissing your cervix.

He growled, rough and uneven as he sped up, "Fuck you used to love this, tell me you love it."

You can't tell him anything, because with three thrusts in this position you were cumming again. Massaging his cock, coaxing it to fill with cum but he withholds, needing this moment to go on forever. He swallows and slows a few seconds just to last a little longer.

Phantom isn't aware he's awake. For awhile he thinks he's in a dream. That same one he always had, dad beating him into the side of that mountain. Feeling the cold air on the insides of his throat. Except he's hot and dad's not yelling about what's going to happen in five hundred years. Someone is yelling- screaming.

His eyes are swollen mostly shut but he can see- even if it's blurry with his fractured cornea. He isn't sure what he's seeing first. Two jerking blobs. One lean atop the other that is oddly shaped like you. A memory, stirring and distant, tells him that's something you tried together one time. But it was so intense he couldn't handle it long. Ended up cumming inside you and dealing with a pregnancy scare.

But that's not- No- You wouldn't be doing that here?

"Mmm-mmmphh-mm!" It sounded so real, your moans.

"Come on, baby- you can still talk, can't you? Say it." And that wasn't his voice- but it was- whole and unbroken, raspy with sex.

"Mmm-mm-Mark!"

He blinked, once, twice. Mind coming to him all at once. This wasn't a dream or a hallucination or a delusion because in his world, in throws of passion you called him Grayson. He only ever imagined it as such.

"Fuuuck!" That growling voice, he recognized it at the one that taunted him as he cracked his ribs with a kick. That slap, slap, slap was real. Along with your cried, "I'm gonna-"

"That's it- Good girl cum on my cock- come on- yeeaahhh- good fucking job."

Phantom watched as your bodies moved. Mohawk so much faster and stronger, using yours while you let him. Taking it all with a sick, fucked-out grin. He remembers every snap of bone and peel of flesh from his body. Remembers what it felt like to lose his arm then leg, pieces of him gone forever. But this was worse.

"Oh fuck- fuck!" Mohawk threw his head back, announcing to the world, "I'm gonna fucking-!"

Phantom watched as his body stuttered. As Mohawk forced himself into you two more times before stopping, crying out, filling you with seed that wouldn't take. You both lay there a moment, panting, glowing with sweat. The scent of sex burned Phantom's nose. Worse than the smell of his body as his wounds festered for days.

"Holy shit," Mohawk said. "I can't believe I get to cum in you. That's fucking awesome."

He was joking but his eyes are full of tears because you don't just feel the same- you felt better than he remembered. He was trying not to think about the feeling of your guts bursting in between his fingers, how it was the last time he felt you before this.

You scoffed, hitting his arm as you moved out from under him. Hands searching for your clothes. "Don't be gross."

"Me gross?" Mohawk took your hand, stopping you from grabbing your shirt, he wanted to revel in this, to make up for what he did to you. "You just came like a gazillion times, babe, don't you wanna chill out a bit maybbeee cuddle?"

You stare up at him slack-jawed, his cum leaking between your legs. "You wanna cuddle?"

Mohawk dove down to lay his head between your breasts. "Yeah." He nuzzled his growing-out side shave into your chest.

Phantom felt sick. He had never wanted to kill somebody more than his father, but there Mohawk was. Happy and content and having just fucked you into agreeing to cuddle. He was broken in every way but he wouldn't accept this. He moves slow, choppy but eventually he is hovering centimeters above the ground. Broken fist twitching.

You catch the movement, look at him horrified like you hadn't just done what you did. "Holy shit?"

Mohawk looked lazily up. Eyes going wide.

"Fuck!" He moved faster than Phantom could process. Shoved a fist into his chest, shoved him back to sitting. He didn't have the strength to get back up, even as Mohawk stood over him. Victorious with your juices still wet on his dick. "You scared the shit outta me, dude."

Phantom's muscles contracted useless under his torn suit. Mohawk needed to die, now. But he couldn't move again. Body broken. Defeated like he'd been all those years ago.

You scrambled to get dressed. Unbelieving that you forgot that he was there, forgot where you were. Mohawk turned to you, watching your ass bounce as you hopped into the pants.

"Aw, come on babe, don't be embarrassed, you're hot." He turned to Phantom, grinning sly as a fox, "You see any of that shit, bro? Hot as fuck, am I right?"

He hated him. He needed to die.

"Stop taunting him and get dressed," Mohawk caught his suit as you threw it at him, "you dickhead." Your words have no venom, it'd been fucked out of you.

"Yes, ma'am."

You catch Phantom's bleary eye then. Shining purple with bruise and something deeper. Darker. A chasm that opened in the blue of his pupil and the blood staining his white. There was a promise there, burning quietly into your naked skin you rushed to cover up. Still, you felt the sear. A promise, a brand painful as it was for him to see you fucking Mohawk so happily.

Your grin is shaky with exhaust and unease. You don't know why you have such a hollow pit in your stomach when you should be feeling on top of the world, because you finally found a way for him to hate you. That's what you think that look is- hate- defeat. It's not but you don't know that so you regather yourself. Spit at him, "Still forgive me now?"

His voice is far outside himself when he says in a haze, "Yes."

You don't believe him.

You leave with Mohawk. Glowing with orgasm, hand lazily squeezing Mohawk's ass as he picks you up. You are embarrassed but gleeful because you think you finally found a way to make Phantom hate you. And you were going to let him stew it in for days before you visit him again. It was fucked up yeah, but just the cruelty he deserved.

Phantom thinks you need to be restrained. Thinks you need to be away from Mohawk and put under control. His anger is a swirling mess in his chest but no darling, he didn't love you any less. Because he was still alive to fix things and he would. In the end, you wouldn't miss the others, you'd weep into his arms about how sorry you were for how you acted today. He'd kiss the tears away and make you feel so good you forgot what it was to fuck another man. You wouldn't even remember what you were sorry for. Wouldn't remember the rest after he killed them all.

***

They all heard. Gray almost left to save you but Seb and Markus stopped him. Having to regrettably explain you were getting fucked within an inch of your life. Both wishing it was them. Both jealous. Markus was pissed beyond belief. Gray was very confused why you were doing it near the prisoner- some human disrespect custom perhaps? Either way- he wished it was him.

You were both in the doghouse when you returned. Everyone was mad- more so at Mohawk who Markus thought of pummeling on sight. Markus pointedly had nothing to say to you.

You forced away guilt by taunting Maskless, "Well, he definitely doesn't love me anymore."

Maskless bristled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He doesn't care about who goes in and out of your legs, not really. He just saw William in your place- sees himself in Phantom in how far he'd go. It's not fair that you're playing the others like this. Not fair that you're not William and he jsut gets to watch as everyone fights tooth and nail over some numb bitch.

"A little of this, a little of that, a little of he fucking ruined everything, remember?"

Maskless rose from his chair, "So he could keep you safe!"

"I don't think he wants to do that anymore." You looked so smug, he needed to wipe that grin off your face.

Mohawk was glued to your side, arm perpetually slung around your waist to the chagrin of the others. "Aww, babe, you're so cute when you act like an evil mastermind." He affectionately flicked your nose, "We both know you totally forgot he was there."

You flushed, "Shut up!"

Seb couldn't believe the messy shit he was hearing today. "For real, bro!?" He caught up to himself when Markus's glare, "Wait. You should like- stop talking."

Mohawk nodded, uncaring, "She didn't remember he existed till after we were done. Wait, babe, how many times did you cum? Three? Four?"

"Holy shit." Seb wishes he could talk to Mohawk about how good it felt to fuck you except he was pretty sure Mohawk would rip his head off. Maybe one day. But for now, he says, "Don't fuckin' say that right now dude." He watched Markus uneasily. Sure he's about to witness a murder.

Maskless sneered, coming closer, fists twitching. "You're both disgusting."

Markus only cared if, "Did she cry after?" Said to Mohawk because you needed to know how upset he was right now.

"Plenty of whimpering while I fucked 'er but no tears. We'll get 'em next time." Mohawk squeezed your side. Markus looked murderous but part of him was relieved. No crying post sex meant you were healing. Soon you'd be ready to make real love to him again, untied to your rebellious phase. He'd make you forget Mohawk. Make you cry on his cock and kiss away your tears that tasted of victroy.

You whack Mohawk's side, "Shut up!"

Mohawk snickered, "You love it."

Maskless was ready to pummel you both. "Are you fucking-"

Gray moved into the space between you two, crackling with tension. "We're almost out of water."

Maskless paused, thrown off, "What does that have to do with anything?"

Gray looked at him evenly, "As punishment for reckless behavior which could've gotten them both killed-"

Mohawk scoffed, "His freak ass could barely move."

Gray ignored him, "-I say you both, with me as chaperone," he added, eyeing, Markus who looked very unhappy at the idea of you being anywhere near Mohawk, "are in charge of getting more." He needed to make sure there were no more dalliances. No more pleasure of yours without him involved. Maybe if he went along and watched you and Mohawk flirt, he could get a better idea how to come onto you.

It was agreed.

Markus and Maskless needed time to cool off without you two around anyway. Water was also important.

You three leave as a party. Gray made a case to hold you as punishment for Mohawk, but Mohawk was too fast, flying ahead of him saying, "Last one to the cave dies a virgin!" He also 'forgot' the vases so Gray had to carry all of them.

Mohawk annoyingly felt you up mid-flight while Gray cast chiding warnings about the dangers of distracted flying. All the while taking in how Mohawk pulled squeaks and gasps out your lips. Gray was certain he had room to be distracted. None of you had heard Scars or Lensless for some time now. Honestly, Gray thought they must have killed each other by now, with no trace of them in the desert for days. He half expected to see their bodies in the sand as they flew.

You reached the cave, now just a wide uneven hole in the middle of the desert. As you descended, you felt the air shift, going from hot to cool, dry to humid. Mohawk watched your face change from relaxed to tight. His feet touched down on the sand, the sun a spotlight on you both. "Don't worry, I got you."

Gray hovered beside him, opening his mouth to provide his most human-friendly consolation, when he heard it- the snap of a cape on the move. He turned just in time to block Scars first punch.

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c1phra · 1 month ago

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... ❝ A SPECTACLE OF SCALES. ❞ ft. lyney x reader

𝒾. ⠀IN WHICH : a magician finds himself enamoured by a mermaid.

꒰ contents ꒱ lyney is a magician in a circus. reader is a mermaid in a freak show. gn!reader. fluff. wc : 1015

꒰ notes ꒱ day 3 of mermay. this was actually requested by the lovely lovely @soleillunne <3 hope you enjoy mwah mwah

After three months of being a part of the circus, Lyney had settled into a sort of routine.

He would wake with the sunrise, and savor the morning chill as his sister slumbered peacefully in the bed adjacent to his. When she awoke, they would eat breakfast together—simple slices of toast spread with butter, and occasionally some fruit if they could afford it. Mornings were spent taking care of various chores around their camp, mending costumes or cleaning trailers. After a quick lunch, he would dedicate the entire afternoon to practicing for that night’s show.

And what a show it would be; no night—barring the few that he was offered a break during their travels—was without its share of pure magic. There was something thrilling about it, seeing the wonder on the crowd’s faces. He was in his element, thriving. Nothing could touch him when he was onstage, with a deck of cards in his hands, and an endless collection of tricks up his sleeves.

Then, the night would end. And after a few nights to follow, it would be time to pack up, prepare, move on to the next town. The cycle would repeat, punctuated only by the occasional celebration, or mishap, or break in schedule, before quickly falling back into routine. The rest of the troupe followed a similar timetable of their own, living their own quiet, predictable lives alongside him.

Quiet. Predictable. Mundane.

Perhaps that was why the periodic celebrations at the end of each stop were such an anticipated event. It was one of the few times that any of them got the chance to kick their heels up and relax, sharing drinks and laughs about their latest affairs. None looked more happy to celebrate the festivities than the ringleader himself, who took it upon himself to seek Lyney out as soon as it began.

“Incredible!” The man threw back his head and laughed, clapping Lyney roughly on the shoulder. Their recent successes would leave him in a good mood for quite some time, which offered some relief. There was no greater fear amongst the troupe than that man’s ire. “Just… incredible! Ever since we snatched up the two of you, our numbers have been soaring. Everyone wants to see you, everyone!”

“Magic is a timeless art.” Lyney remarked, a dazzling smile playing on his lips.

“Damn right.” The man grinned, his voice slurring slightly. “Grab yourself a drink, won’t you? It’s a night to celebrate.”

Lyney nodded mechanically, using the chance to excuse himself and slip away from the party. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t in the mood to celebrate, but there was one more part of his routine that he simply couldn’t forgo.

Past the trailers and the tents was one section of the circus that they took the most pride in: the freak show. It was almost empty, with all of the ‘freaks’ having left sometime after dusk fell and the show closed. There was only one exhibit that was still occupied, the one that didn’t have the luxury of leaving.

“Hello to you.” Lyney smiled, taking off his hat and holding it to his chest. He squinted up at a glass tank, almost seven feet tall and filled with murky water. “Sorry I’m late, I was caught up.”

It was quiet for a beat, before the water rippled, and he saw your figure swim closer, the pale moonlight shining a light on your face. There he could see you in all your glory; scales, and fins, and all. Behind you, your tail swayed in the water to keep you steady, the fins at your hips flicking idly as you swam.

The most prized ‘freak’ of them all, the treasure of the seven seas: the mermaid.

“Took you long enough.” You rolled your eyes. His smile only widened, and he pressed his hand to the glass. After a moment, you laid your palm over his.

“I don’t have anything for you today.” He tilted his head, his words apologetic. “I’ll see if I can bring something sweet for you tomorrow, though. The next town we’re visiting has a lovely bakery, I’ve heard ravings about their cinnamon buns.”

“That does sound nice,” You sighed. Treats like those were a luxury on his pittance of a salary, but he could spare some for you. It wasn’t like you were offered any of your own; you were nothing more than a spectacle, a shiny attraction to draw in crowds of gawking visitors. They did not cheer for you, in the way they cheered for him. Where he got eyes filled with wonder, you got stares and whispers.

It was always worse for you, even if you didn’t voice your discomforts aloud. Since the first night he visited you, months ago, you looked nothing short of miserable in your section, only putting on a bright smile when there was a crowd to please. Perhaps that was why he was drawn to you in a way; you reminded him of himself. His ‘situation’, as it were, was nowhere near as despondent as yours, but the tangled web of debts he owed, trapping him in years worth of employment for almost no pay in return, it shared the same claustrophobic feeling.

“It’s too cramped in here.” You mumbled, almost to yourself. Looking at you, with your tail curled up to fit in the small space, his chest tightened. He wished he could offer more than his company—reassurance, relief, or anything of the sort—but beyond his words, there wasn’t much more he could give to you.

Lyney leaned closer, slowly laying his forehead against the cool glass.

“I’m gonna get you out of here, one day. I’m gonna get us both out.” He whispered. You were quiet, quiet for so long that he wondered if his words were spoken too softly, unable to reach through the glass separating him from you. It’s only when he felt a shadow fall over his face that he knows you heard him, as you lay your forehead to his, and murmur back:

“I know. I’m counting on it.”

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rotthepoet · 11 months ago

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Need theo and lorenzo head cannons 😔

Good morning sweet pookie, i gotchu!! I needed a little break after that threesome so I did some random, some silly, some fluffy, and some smutty, kay? It’s really just a big brain dump on how I characterize the boys <3 Hope you enjoy, love ;)

P.s. if I have any reoccurring anon’s, if you want me to differentiate you, please feel free to assign yourself an emoji <3 unspoken rule i thought i’d say out loud

Theodore Nott

I agree with literally everyone on this app, he is a smarty pants, but i refuse to believe he sits down and studies

It’s not that he doesn’t care about his grades, he just doesn’t have to try to get good marks. Queen absorbs information like a sponge and retains that shit forever. Doesnt have to waste time with a boring textbook because he commits everything to memory.

That being said, he will remember everything about you. Your favorite movie you mentioned in passing, he saw you eat something particular multiple times he can infer its your favorite and will buy it for you often, he knows your habits, your aspirations, your desires. All of it. Does it for his close friends and lovers <3

Huge smoker. Like. Oral fixation final boss. Needs to have something to smoke or at least chew on at all times

I mentioned before how I think Mattheo and him laugh at people who vape, but Theodore Nott is a two faced LIAR and actually keeps a menthol alto with him at all times. For convenience sake. If you ask him, it’s different because its not a fun lil fruity flavor.

Speaking of Mattheo, those two are best friends. Like ride or die. Like. These two are bread and butter, inseparable and delicious.

Will internalize everything. This is why he gets so worked up and fights people. It may seem like him getting pissy over nothing, but this boy has some unresolved trauma and unmedicated issues.

Theo has ADHD prove me wrong and fuck you for trying(jk love you, but i will die on this hill.) severe anxiety issues, def some depression going on, hes working through some shit.

Theo can process a lot of stimulus at the same time. Watching him hold 3 steady conversations while reading a novel at the same time is a sight to behold.

Smokes weed a lot too. Mostly bud, but he’s smart and keeps a cart on him too for quick bathroom breaks when he needs to chill tf out. It slows down all the thoughts racing around his head. Lets him relax. Lets him feel peace. Let him feel comfortable. He’s been searching for that feeling his whole life.

Mommy and daddy issues check?

Anyways!

Theo is a player, and its not even because he tries to be.

Girls flock towards him, and he needs an outlet.

Sex is a good outlet.

Sex and drugs? Now we’re cooking

He doesn’t care much for the dating scene, didn’t think he was cut out for it. Bad home life. No mom. Depressed and emotionally distant evil dad. Friends and his family are all death eaters? Causes some bad views on relationships as a whole.

Omg but when he falls in love it takes forever but its so hard. Its so devastatingly hard.

It goes from “wow they really make me happy” to “omfg i need to marry them they make me feel complete and comfortable and it feels like i can finally be myself around someone this is the feeling i have been searching for my whole life” really fast when he falls

He’d never love at first sight. Refuse it. He might think someone is pretty or handsome, but he won’t ever describe it as love at first sight.

100% friends to lovers

He’s a quality time kinda guy i think

Just likes co-existing really

Stay in the room with him in silence as he reads and hes so golden

But that will bump up several notches and enjoy every other love language too

He wants to make you love him. He’ll do anything for you. Buy anything for you. Tell you everyday how wonderful you are

He’s being so genuine too

His friends would know

He never shuts up about you

If you had never spoken to his friends, never met them, they’d be able to come up to you in a grocery store and say “oh. You’re <you>, right?”

And dear god he genuinely cries a little in relief when you finally say yes

He’s buried his face in your hair and hugging you so tightly and he tries not to cry because he finally has everything he needs in his arms

He’s such a good boyfriend

Will never question you(at least not at first or without good reason)

Literally worships the ground you walk on

Will apologize first immediately after every meaningless petty fight

Thats different about real fighting though. Stubborn ass bitch

Anyways

Dotes on you everyday

Calls you so many sweet names in Italian

Has an Italian accent but sometimes tries a British accent to throw everyone off.

Argues in italian

Lowkey hates snow

Runs super cold so loves lovvesss hot weather

Will take you to Italy over the summer

Demands you go

Fucks you on the balcony of his family home

Fucks you stupid on the beach

Sorry where was I going with this

Ah yes anyways

Runs super cold so like is a big fan of cuddles. Lots of sweaters for you to steal

He likes turning cuddles into more slow and intimate things

Slowly fingering you as you spoon

Cockwarming in the morning or late at night<3

So much worship.

So much

Just adores you.

Loves fast rough sex but honestly could go on about slow love making for hours

Literally cant stand American reality tv

The biggest kardashian hater

Knows all the gossip because he’s quiet and listens

Doesnt care to share it though

Lorenzo Berkshire

Bitchboy extraordinaire

If I met Lorenzo Berkshire he would become #1 on my shitlist so fast

I called theo a two faced liar as a joke

But Enzo actually is one

Literally puts on the nicest mask for pretty girls, but every ex, and every guy in hogwarts knows he’s a conniving bitch behind closed doors

One of the richest in the group and it shows

Flaunts his money everywhere he goes

His ears are pieced

Also he likes having his ears bitten it can make him hard as a rock in seconds

Dates, but it usually only lasts a month and Hes the worst boyfriend ever

Dumps them whenever he gets bored

But omg when a person gives him his attitude back

Well first he gets even meaner

But also he likes you so much like… that was hot

And if you ignore his existence? On you like a moth to a flame

Craves attention

Such an attention seeker

Still will fight, isn’t very good, but will try

100% a prefect

Showers his pookie with so much love and attention

When he finally gets the person he wants, hes on top of them 24/7

Never a hand straying to far

Literally obsessed

Big fan of exhibitionism

Will fuck uou on the train, the bathrooms, the common room, the classroom

Its all fair game

Would love to see you all tied up in pretty ribbons for his birthday

Ass man 100%

Likes to just get a fistfull while you hug or cuddle

Mattheo and him are the biggest gossipers

Has like 4k followers on instagram because hes so pretty

Father and mother are hirh death eaters. Does anyone know Berkshire lore because i def dont

Like fr can someone explain him to me

Pairs well with anyone in the grouo, really

Gets along especially with Theo or Mattheo

Amazing at card games, and says he’s amazing at chess too. Hes not.

Literally refuses to snack, says it’ll ruin his physique

On the quidditch team much like everyone else he’s friends with

Slays at herbology

Maybe a bit of a smoker? Not often, and def more weed than tobacco

Light weight for reals

Like severely light weight

He’s the laughingstock of the friend group for it

Him and Mattheo have a running bet on who can fuck the most women

Omg omg omg because they so do the alphabet challenge im so sorry but its factual

Lorenzo is currently winning with 15/26 letters in the alphabet but Mattheo isnt too far behind

Its because Lorenzo is so charming and Mattheo…. Is himself.

Anyways back to being his significant other

Will spoil you

Relentlessly

Lowkey expects head in return but that will wear ofd eventually

109% more likely to start a fwb situation than anything else

Treats you like a girlfriend this whole time

Kisses you sweetly, holds uou close when you sleep, mumbles about how special you are

Just being a girlfriend without the title because then it gets too weird

Loses his shit if you get tired of trying and break it off

Genuinely ballistic if he loses you

Will pull as many favors and as many strings as he can to get yiu back

Seriously considers murder for a while

Anyways he gets you back baby<3

Speaking of babies hes super good with kids

Look at that face

Amazing dad face

Scared of marriage lmao

Bad parents. Fucked up views on relationships

Its a thing for all of them tbh

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jwonsite · 2 years ago

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“happy birthday, pretty boy” - sim jaeyun

part 2 of e(nnn)- (a nnn series)

pairing: switch!jake x switch!fem!reader

warnings: oral (f&m receiving), making out, 69 position, lingerie mentioned, idk what else to put help me

synopsis: while your boyfriend is trying his hardest to win a bet made by his best friends to not have sex for a month, you couldn’t help but give him a little show on his birthday

masterlist!

"jake i'm telling you right now there's no way you're winning that ps5"

"you really have that little faith in me?!"

"have you met yourself? last week you begged me to let you eat me out because you were 'pussy deprived' while i was on my period. it had been 3 days."

your boyfriend sighed in defeat, knowing you were right. but was it really his fault? you were just so perfect, he could never get enough of you!

"well i'm going to prove you wrong, just watch. on december 1st when i'm collecting my ps5 from sunghoon i'll remind you of this very moment," jake said, crossing his arms as he dramatically turned away from you

you laughed to yourself, rolling your eyes at his dramatics. you knew your boyfriend, and you knew there was absolutely no way that he was lasting this entire month, especially with his birthday being a few weeks away. he can tell himself whatever he wants, but you both know in the end, he's not getting that ps5.

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it had been two weeks and he was honestly doing way better than anybody expected. everyday the boys waited for a text message saying he lost, some even placing further bets on how many hours days he could last before he lost

"can you believe them?! i was on the phone with hoon earlier and i heard heeseung give jungwon money after saying i lasted longer than he thought! i can't believe theyre making bets on me, like, am i really that horny?" he complained to you as you were eating dinner together

"in their defense, you are a pretty big man whore. i mean, have you seen the videos of yourself from the concerts? licking your lips, showing your abs, grinding the air, they definitely aren't wrong for thinking that. plus i am 100 percent sure they have heard us have sex in the dorms multiple times", you said back to him. everybody knows that jake practically lives off of sex. not in a weird way, but you just energize him so much. with so much stress of being an idol, getting to come home and fuck his frustrations out, or eat you out for hours until you're overstimulated, it's an instant destresser

"well, yeah but, they could at least have a little more confidence in me", he said with a pout, continuing to eat the food you had made for him earlier

"okay you big baby", you said with a laugh, getting up to take your empty plate to the sink to wash

your boyfriend followed soon behind with his empty plate, slightly pushing you out of the way and taking the sponge out of your hand to wash the dishes for you. you smiled at him fondly as you moved to sit on the counter directly next to the sink. you sat and admired your boyfriend, looking so domestic as he washed the dishes in your apartment. you looked forward to the day that he could finally move in with you full-time, after the pressures of being an idol aren't so heavy

"you're staring, pretty girl", he said with a smirk, not moving his attention from the plates in front of him

"yeah cause you're just so handsome", you said not being able to hold back your smile

he giggled a bit at your statement before refocusing on the task in front of him

"so!" you said, clapping your hands together, "what are we doing tomorrow, birthday boy?"

"i didn't really have any plans in mind, probably hang with the boys for a bit, get dinner or whatever then come back and chill here with you. nothing too crazy", he said nonchalantly, turning of the sink and drying his hands as he finished washing everything

"are you serious? its your 21st birthday jakey, you have to do something!" you said, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stood between your legs. because you were sitting on the counter you were eye level with him. he put his hands on your thighs as he looked at you with a smile

"yeah yeah i know but... i dont know. not really in the going out mood, id rather just chill and spend it here with you", he said moving his face close to yours, noses rubbing together. you hummed as you closed the gap between you both, lips molding together as your hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck. he pulled away, rubbing your noses together once more before standing back to look at you

"you sure you don't wanna go out somewhere tomorrow? nothing at all you can think of?" you asked once more, intertwining your hands together

"nothing, i promise. we can go out to eat with the boys and then come back and have a movie night or something. just wanna be with you", he said with a smile. you flushed at his words. even after dating for so long he never failed to make you flustered

"okay, now come on pretty boy let's go to bed, i'm tired", you said, wrapping your arms and legs around your boyfriend to signal him to carry you to your bedroom. he laughed and shook his head before putting his hands under your thighs and picking you up, walking to your room

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the next day was filled with multiple surprises for your boyfriend, waking him up to breakfast in bed, giving him a beautiful white gold bracelet you had found for him a few weeks ago, the boys showing up early to your house to give him the gifts they had bought him before all going out to dinner together that night.

you all had a great time, talking and laughing loudly for hours, probably annoying the rest of the patrons in the restaurant. your boyfriend thanked his friends, as well as you for making his birthday such a fun day, but what he didn't know was that you had one more surprise for him.

you had been planning this for a while, being very glad he opted to staying in for his birthday as it helped your plan go smoother. you knew he had that bet with his friends but, we all knew he was gonna lose at one point or another, so why not have it be on his birthday? he wasn't even a big gamer anyways, it wasn't like he would be super disappointed if he didnt get the gaming console.

you were gonna make some excuse to get him back to your place, changing into your brand new black lingerie set you got specifically for this occasion. you knew he loved when you wore black, since it was one of his favorite colors. you hoped the lingerie set would get him to break, giving up on his bet with his friends

after dinner was paid for (thank you jay🙏🏼), your boyfriend bid goodbye to his friends, walking back to your car with you

you drove home in a comfortable silence, his hand on your thigh as you looked out the window, music lowly playing in the background. you were getting excited for your plans, feeling the heat in your core grow as you slightly shifted in your seat

"you okay babe?" jake asked, looking at you slightly

"yeah, i'm fine" you said with a smile, grabbing his hand off your thigh to intertwine it with yours, as the close proximity to your core was getting you more worked up than you already were

you thought you were being slick, but your boyfriend knew about this whole ordeal. he had accidentally seen the lingerie in your dresser, and when he didnt recognize it he figured you had bought it for this reason. and after seeing the way you tried to hide yourself getting worked up during dinner, snd in the car next to him just now, confirmed his suspicions. he smiled to himself before focusing back on the road, feeling your stare on the side of his face. usually he would tease you, but right now he wanted nothing more than to get you home and fuck you til you can't walk

the ride back to your apartment felt longer than usual, your arousal continuing to pool in your panties the more you thought about the night to come. you finally arrived, and jake got out the car quickly to open the door for you, helping you out of the car. he grabbed your hand as he led you inside. he unlocked the door to your apartment, letting you go in first, following behind closely

before you knew it, you were pushed up against your front door, your boyfriends lips clashing with yours passionately as his hands roamed over your body

your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to be the one to initiate the intimacy. you soon melted into your boyfriends arms, wrapping your arms around his neck to tangle in his hair as your tongues clashed in each others mouths. he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss as he walked to your bedroom, placing you down on the bed, leaning back to take of his shirt, throwing it across the room before coming back down to kiss you again

"fuck, jakey, what about your bet?" you moaned out as he moved his lips down your neck and chest

"first of all, fuck the bet. second of all, you think i didn't know all about your little plan for tonight? that pretty little lingerie set that you bought just for me. lucky for you, i'm gonna let you save that for another day, right now i just wanna feel you around me" he said as he continued to leave open mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, putting his hands up your shirt to massage your breasts over your bra

you moaned as you moved your hands to take off your shirt, sitting up for a second to lift it over your head, discarding it somewhere in your room

jake moved further down your chest now that he had more access, taking one of his hands to unbuckle your bra skillfully, like he had done it a billion times

after your bra was off, he moved his mouth down to suck your nipples, licking and kissing then as he used one of his hands to roll your other nipple between his fingertips. your hands were in his hair, pulling and tugging on it slightly, making him moan into your breasts, sending vibrations all through your body

"baby please, i need you so bad" you moaned out, becoming impatient

"so needy, my baby. can't believe i was gonna make you wait a whole month without my dick" he said, kissing down your body as he made his way to where you were craving him most

"wait", you said, putting your hand on his head to stop his motions. you put your hand under his chin to pull him back up to your face, before pushing him over so he was under you

he gasped at the sudden movement before smirking at you, immediately putting his hands behind his head

"wanna take care of my pretty boy" you said as you moved down to his dick, kissing and lick his defined abs on the way down. you unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down off his legs before cupping his clothed dick in your hands

he moaned out at the feeling as you palmed him through the thin fabric of his underwear, cursing lowly under his breath

"please don't tease princess, it's been way too long i need to feel your mouth around me already" he said with a whine

"whatever my birthday boy wants" you said, slipping your fingers into the sides of his boxers, sliding them down his thighs. his dick sprung up from the fabric, stand so tall and prettily. you swear his dick was the prettiest one in the world, the veins going up the side were just so perfect, he wasn't bigger than average, but he was so thick, and his tip was so red and pretty, already leaking precum

he groaned as he was finally released from the constraints of any fabrics, moving his hands down to tangle in your hair

you took his dick in your hands as you slowly licked all the way from the base to the tip, your boyfriend moaning out loudly as you did so. you began to suck his tip gently, licking his slit and tasting his precum on your tongue

"fuck, baby, you said anything i want right? i want you to sit on my face please. you take my dick so well in your mouth but i want to taste you too. please baby", he whined out as you continued to suck only the tip. you smiled up at him before standing up to remove your pants and underwear

"of course pretty boy, it's your night" you said as you climbed onto the bed seductively, moving your legs over your boyfriends head so you were hovering above his mouth. you could feel his warm breath on your pussy, and his nose rubbing against your clit. you moaned slightly as you leaned forward to take his dick into your moth again

you began sucking on it harshly, before feeling jake pull your hips down harshly, suffocating himself with your pussy. he was licking and sucking on your clit so well, you could barely concentrate on what you were doing. you continued to bob your head up and down over his cock as he keep eating you out, your moans being muffled by his dick. the vibrations of your moans over his dick made him approach his orgasm faster than usual, already feeling his stomach tighten and his dick twitching in your mouth. he didn't want to cum before you, so he started to speed up his actions, hands tightly gripping your thighs, probably leaving a mark tomorrow

he heard your moans get higher in pitch, and your hips began to grind onto his face slightly, signaling you were close. you continued moving up and down on his dick, hands massaging his balls as you felt his dick twitch in your mouth. your orgasm hit you hard, hips bucking onto your boyfriends face as you tried to continue sucking on his dick, becoming too distracted on by your own orgasm hitting you. jake didn't stop his ministrations, riding you through your orgasm, making sure to lick up every last drop of your juices. your hand continued to move up and down his dick, and you moved your head back down to his dick so he could come too. not long after he was cumming in your mouth, moaning into your pussy sending vibrations and overstimulating you

you gathered all his cum into your mouth, sitting up and turning around so he could see your face as you swallowed it. that was one of his favorite parts when you sucked his dick, getting to see you swallow his load

his hands moved to your waist as you sat over his abs, feeling your juices spread over his stomach. you leaned down to kiss him, and he practically got hard again tasting himself on your lips. you smiled into the kiss as you pulled away, biting his lip before you pulled away and let go

"happy birthday, pretty boy"

you rolled off his stomach to lay next to him, turning your head to look at him with a smile. he looked back at you, returning the smile fondly. he rolled to the side to cuddle into you, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him before he could

"you thought we were done baby? oh no, were just getting started"

a/n: GUYS FINALLY I KNOW ITS OUT AHHHHH. i wrote this all in one sitting cuz i was determined to finally get it out for you guys after weeks of not being able to😭 i hope you guys enjoy, and sorry it’s a little short🥲🥲🥲

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anastasiabowe · 2 years ago

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Ahhhhh! I'm so excited someone still writes for KnB, makes me so happy! Your fics are top notch!

Could you possibly to Aomine and Kagami (separate) reacting to their girl rapping WAP?Can be Nsfw pls? Thank you!

"𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗗𝗜𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗔𝗬?" — Your boyfriend reacting to you singing a very... Crude song.

note: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! I'm really shocked not a lot of knb writers write for them anymore! But thank you, and everyone for your support!

Content warnings:

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘

You pressed your playlist, and put it on shuffle. You started to undress as your fav song came on, WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. Well, it’s not your favorite song, but it brings you back! You restart the song and get into the shower. The warm water instantly relaxing your muscles as you sung along with Cardi.

Aomine had just gotten home from an intense game down on the basketball courts. It was intense for the other players more so, but the game never ended until his team (more him) got to 200 points, that was the bet, which Aomine with no doubt won, 1,000 USD. His sweaty stinky body lurked up the stairs.

He could hear the shower running, and your loud voice, singing: “I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage.” And so on. His eye twitched at the words, he himself very much knowing what those mean, and doesn’t know you talked like that.

He entered the bathroom, wincing at the hit steam, himself already being so hot. You could see him coming in through the glass, but you couldn’t see the look on his face as you continued to rap, “Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me, quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me, I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I run down on him 'fore I have a guy running me.”

The more you rapped those lyrics, the more shocked he became. Who are you? So after your little show, and you dried off in the shower, Aomine no longer was in the bathroom, no he was not. He was sitting on the bed waiting for you to come out so he can wash out that filthy little mouth of yours.

“Uh huh, wanna talk all that shit, probably don’t even know what it means, huh?” You choked on his dick as it reached the literal back of your throat. You wanted to take him how you wanted, but this wasn’t for you.

“Why you cryin’? Was talking about wanting all of this earlier! Just giving you what you want!” He pushed your head up and down, your throat spawning trying to protect its sensitive walls. Your spit was all over you lower chin and his dick. Tears spilled down your face as you felt his dick twitch.

“Take this shit.” He came into your mouth making you force yourself off of him and you coughed. He smirked, and wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Good girl.”

★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜

Kagami laid on your shared bed, resting while you talked in the phone with your friend in the bathroom. A song started playing that nobody in their innocent mind should be singing. You started mumbling to the words as you did your post-shower care. Your friend laughed hearing you sing along with the song, voice much louder.

She pointed out how you sang it, “stop singing about what you want and go get it, he’s literally a door away.” She joked, but that wasn’t very funny to you. “Yeah, but he’s not really into that..” you sighed, and she bursted out laughing mocking you.

Once you got off the phone with her and headed out of the bathroom, Kagami’s chest hit your face. You winced and got ready to yell at him, but before you could he picked you up and pushed you against the wall, you practically sitting on his shoulders. He pushed your panties to the side and began to eat you out

“Kagami, chill!” You moaned as he ate you out. He was grunting like a fucking hungry dog, and you couldn’t help but wonder what got him like this.

You didn’t wonder long, you soon were pulling his red locks as you came for the 3rd time. He flicked his tongue in your bud, making you scream in overstimulation.

He brought you over to the bed and laid you down. He removed your panties, and spit on his dick.

“Could have told me you wanted to do more than what we usually do. A song shouldn’t have decided that.” He slowly pushed in, knowing you weren’t all too familiar with his size. He started thrusting, and you smiled, thinking to yourself,

“Thank you Cardi and Megan.”

#aominichi #aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #aomine smut #aomine daiki #knb aomine #kagami knb #knb kagami #taiga kagami #kagami taiga x reader #kagami smut #kagami taiga #knb x you #knb x reader #knb smut #knb

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shroomiethefrogwhisperer · 7 months ago

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People like my fuckin alien shit

So here. Have a list of all my characters.

Karen: Ship's mechanic. Human (American-Indian). Fun, snarky, mom vibes, dabbles in illegal drug dealing. She/Her, heterosexual. Has a brown bob with a side undercut, blue eyes, and dark tanned skin, lots of tattoos (including Rainbow Dash). She's like 36.

Steve: Comms Expert. Human (Korean-Japanese). Chill, easygoing, likes video games and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, can and will beat your ass at fortnite. He/Him, gay. Has short black hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a few piercings. He's in his early twenties.

Moss: Translator. Human (Hispanic). Chaotic, sarcastic, an absolute gremlin, has a pet ratbird (keeps trying to domesticate the entire ratbird infestation that lives in the pipes). They/It, pansexual polyamorous. Has curly, bright green/pink hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin. They're twenty-nine.

Zzgnaru. Ship's Captain. Alien (Nobletsk). Tired parent vibes, serious, literal, bad at nuance, loves plushies. Xey/xem, aroace. Brown/black scales, 6 yellow eyes, white horns, spiky tail, pink claws. Xey're 52.

Amethyst: Navigator. Alien (Penaconian). Sweet, happy, literally a ball of sunshine, everyone's sweetheart cutie who also has anxiety. Obsessed with anime (Moss showed him JJK and AoT, and now he's into KnY, MHA, and, like, Helluva Boss.) He/they, demiromantic bisexual. Short blonde hair with purple highlights, hazel eyes, pale skin. He's 32.

Banana: First Mate. Alien (Zzbrk). Comedic, silly, madly in love with Moss (BUT IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET), completely unserious like Captain Jack Sparrow unserious. She/fae, poly, omnisexual. Yellow/brown scales, vitiligo skin, golden eyes, shaved head, white spikes. She's 43.

Douri: Weapons Operater #1. Alien (Aaki). Depressed as shit, loose cannon-type shit, can and will eat your tacos. It/Its, asexual panromantic. Basically just a humanoid blob of orange slime. No one knows its age.

Josh: 2nd Mate. Human (American). Kind of a psycho, hilarious, autistic, likes sharks. And things that look like sharks. Steve’s boyfriend. He/Him, bisexual. Black dreadlocks, umber skin, dark eyes. He's also in his twenties.

Rhïianae: Weapons operator #2. Alien (Jawa). Collects random shit and makes guns out of them. Has severe adhd. Can never finish a project (took apart a secondary engine about a year ago and it's still disassembled). ??? skin, orange eyes, ??? Hair. Fae/Faun/It, demisexual polyamorous. Faun's in its mid-thirties.

Calixtian: Ship's Doctor. Alien (Penaconian). Likes doing experiments on beings of lesser sentience (or heck, same level-sentience, he doesn't care), mad scientist-esque, no one likes him. Blue-green hair, orange eyes, vitiligo skin. He/Him, aromantic. He's 46.

Nøræxx: Interplanetary criminal. Alien (Asgardian). Wanted for weapons smuggling and illegal mercenary work. Is the cavalry reserved for when Douri and Rhïinae are out, is the bodyguard. Dark hair, green eyes, tanned skin. She/He/They, cupioromantic asexual. 500+ years old.

Bastier. Comms student. Human (British). Clueless, cute, easily confused, has OCD, likes cats. Speaks 8 interplanetary languages (not including Earth languages, which he speaks at least twenty of). Blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes. He/Him, heterosexual (bicurious). 19 years old.

The Ship. "Steroid Annihilator". Modified Class 8 Torigrian K-Wing Destroyer. Got its name when Zzgnaru, Karen, Douri, and Steve successfully piloted it through the Inter-Galaxian Asteroid Fields. Zzgnaru wanted to name it Ssjuokimbl (Conqueror of Rocks), but Steve suggested Asteroid Annihilator instead, and when they got it painted on the side, the artist doing the paint job spelled it wrong. Karen couldn't stop laughing for days.

Note: Steve is a Chill Gay™️, and Josh is a Chaotic Gay™️.

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justcallmesakira · 1 year ago

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HIII OMG I haven’t had a good laugh in a while until i came across your fyodor’s sis dating dazai hcs IT GOT ME ROLLING ON THE FLOOR 😭 can i request for dazai’s sister dating fyodor if you’re up for it? fluff crack make it silly if you want i’ll enjoy anything from you for sure!!

"Dazai with a sister dating Fyodor!"

Sypnosis: Uh oh! Looks like Dazais one and only sister he grew up with is dating a rat who the entirety of yokohama is after!

Genre: crack, suggestive? (idk sth is wrong with me)

Warning: More blasting, bombing, terrorrist, rizz,

A/N: AHHH I AM SO HAPPY U ENJOYED IT- AND I AM MORE THEN HAPPY BCS I MADE YOU LAUGH !!! >.<

nahhh like brother like sister :/

NO BCS i feel like fyodor just wanted to temper dazai by using his ugly breedable charms on you

But it backfired terribly! (like his posture)

Though you were his one and oNlY eNeMyS blood relative he just couldnt help but flirt with you and perhaps ykyk do those romantic stuff ppl do

This is so ooc rn ;skull emoji 69x;

However you were extremly LIKE extremly careful to not let your brother know

You literly sneaked off the house as if you were sneaking inthe kitchen to cook a whole buffet at 3am!!

Except you were sneaking off to EAT a whole buffet😏😏

Even the rat himself helped you to sneak to his rusty ahh apartment

Wow! The first thing he actually did for others!!!!!

Honestly dazai would be chill though-

Like oh his sister is dating someone? welp sure! i have exes all around the city hope its not one of them though hehe...HeHe

FUCKING SLU--

You took the risk of rizzing fyodor up infront of him though like:

"I am crime, I am punishment" you: "I know something else you can punish :3"

Dazai woke back from the dead with em bones fish eye when u said that

AYYY DAZAI IN HIS MELANIE MARTINEZ "PORTALS" ERA!!!!1😍

When he find out though.....oh god hes going to give you that light skin stare, with his eyes turning into nothing but a pitch black void

like my soul-- OKAY THIS IS THE LAST ONE I PROMISE--

One day you met up with fyodor and you were so excited that you nearly threw his anemic ass to the ground

"Yaaaah fedya,!! we finally met! dont give me that face do u know how hard it is to come and meet you when my lazy ahh brother puts trackers on me!" "Malyshka, please calm down---''

All of a sudden u could hear shuffling which instantly cautions the both of you only for your eyes to be meeted with your brothers eye turning into nothing but pitch black like the face he gave when he saw mori

your getting grounded <3

"Out of all people...out of 8 billion people, sister😀" "I-i-i-i i can explain"

he then looked at fyodor with the ugliest angry face ever "YOU FUCKING RAT HOW DARE YOU WOO MY SISTER WITH FEHUYOUR UGFLY AHH RATUTILLIE NO RIZZ MANIUPULATION I AM GONNA BLAST YO-"

damn.. dazai become eminem

the shift mood between to u then to fyodor was so funny

LIKE YALL SAW THE ADVICE FYODOR GAVE TO DAZAI IN THEIR CELLS? THATS A BIT--- UM YANDERE??????!!

"BROTHER CALM DOWN I WAS NOT MANIUPULATED TF-" "THAT WONT STOP ME FROM MY MANSLAUGHTER ARC" "WHAT?--"

#siblinggoalsfr

fyodor honestly only glared at him with a smile that said "If they annoy you, go for their sibling"

dazai YANKED Your arm taking you back to you apartment and just stared at you as if you got a B in maths

uh oh...

So YEAH after hours of not being able to calm him down he finally accepted!

Dazai gifted fyodor a dead rat in a helicopter after he accepted you guys😍😍😍

No bcz i think u and nikolai would have matching energy--

Nikolai: "Dos-kun bites his nails!" You: "Real except he bites my neck!"

one day ranpo jolted up from his seat with fisheye and slowly turned to you as if you ate his (dead)mother

"Dazai Y/N, you did not..." "Oh yes yes i just did :3"

everybody was so confused like did you steal his snacks or sth???

"like brother like sister i guess...." -ranpo after finding out his bestie is doing unholy things to his enemy

JKJK-

Dazai acted so overdramatic omg- ugh hes so babygirl

"I still cant believe it... MY OWN SISTER DATING-DAT-DATING A STINKY RAT! Wait- WHAT IF YOU GET MARRIED???????!!!!! WILL YOUR NAME BE D-D-D-DOS-DOE RATVESKY?? sis you better let him take your name WAIT NO I WILL NOT SHARE MY NAME WITH HIM UGFYDUTYFE"

dramatic gossip girlie fr

like its literly like

"I took your victory😈" "I took your sisters viriginty😈😈😈"

i am so sorry-WAHHHHHHHHHH- *gets shot in the head by reader for being so dirty*

during gatherings, they just smile at each other protesting in their minds who can take care of u better while your in a chair rollin around and going :3

kuro kuro kuro kuroooo kuro kuro kuro kuro ding luro kuro ding~

until your silly ahh falls! :D

And its just a second of time to see who can cath you first-

Dazais going to turn your wedding into an arson commitment!

"Breaking news!, Depressed man who half the fandom slanders burns down his sisters wdding venue with soy sauce!"

Well... its a funky ride! but hey its fyodor

A/N: i know its short but i tried okay- ENJOY!! i love doing crack if i cant laugh or be happy i will make others happy!! <33

Divider crds: @nikolaismasquerade

tags! @silverbladexyz @riiwrites @chuuyasboner @heartsfourdazai @atlasnessie @atsquie @tojifile @biscuits-lovely-corner @darling--angst

#bungou stray dogs #sakira!#bsd #bsd x reader #bungou gay dogs #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai sister #dazais sister x fyodor #fyozai x sister reader #lol #bsd crack #dirty pick up lines

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4ngeldusstt · 2 years ago

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K A K A S H I H A T A K E headcanons

A/N: some cute things i came up with i wanted to write some kakashi my man deserves some attention too

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 727

♡ He knows you’re part of the ANBU, he was notified by Tsunade herself (even though he isn’t a part of it anymore) but everyone knows he is trust worthy and she thought it was something he deserved to know.

♡ He is very worried about you when you have a mission, usually he is told when something is going on in the village so when every once in a while you are sent to a very important and/or dangerous mission you must know he isn’t gonna have not a single minute of sleep until he knows you made it back safely.

♡ If it happens that you are sent alone to a mission just know he for a fact is gonna follow you, he is very cautious and is very good at hiding his presence to avoid being noticed, he does think you are more than capable of protecting yourself, don’t get him wrong, but he still does it mainly for his own mental sake.

♡ He is so so proud of you, when he has the pleasure to see you in action he can’t help but stare at you in awe, almost drooling as you take down opponents without breaking a sweat. Kakashi defenitelly thinks you are the most badass person he’s ever met and adores when other people praise or recognise your strength and your exceptional abilities.

(I must add he loves to brag about you and praise you when he has de opportunity, to the point his friends have to shut him up cause he can go on and on and doesn’t know when to stop, can you blame him though? Everyone has to know how amazing and beautiful you are, duh.)

♡ The combination of you being cute and gentle and the complete definition of a sweetheart to everyone but also in the other hand being capable of being ruthless and a overly skilled shinobi?? drives him i n s a n e, he just can't get enough of you!

♡ He loves when you call him nicknames, everyone calls him kakashi, sensei amongst others but you are the one that he allows to refere to him as anything else his favourites are kashi or baby, it makes him feel so special and gets pouty if you use his full name.

(You also make up weird ass names for him, for example: “my little baby prince”, “my angel king of my soul”, “baby veggie dumpling”, “prettiest shinobi of the land”, “my perfect angel baby” and so on, they make him laugh and in fact he adores them, its become a thing between you two, he honestly looks forward to what you come up with each time.)

♡ When he finally has you home after a long time away, (even more than a couple days is long enough for him) he has a delicious meal already prepared, a warm bath ready for you and some of your favorite flowers sitting pretty in a vase with a little present next to it, a small detail to make you smile, like a ‘welcome home’ present. There’s nothing in the world that he loves more than taking care of you, knowing himself how tiring ANBU missions can be, after a long mission he wants you to just get home and not have to do anything, and i mean anything, if you need something, even the smallest thing, you can be sure that he will do it for you.

♡ If you love books just like him, that’s something yall bond about, making it a tradition that on sundays you have a chill day where both of you only lounge in the couch/bed and read, just enjoying each other’s company and after that reading session he takes you to the village restaurant to eat dinner and comment/talk about what happened in the book.

You both for sure gift each other books all the time, if a new icha-icha book comes out oh boy, you are the first get your hands on it so your man can read it without having to wait. And the same for you, he has his ways to get the books you love even before they launch officially, it brings him genuine happiness to see how excited you get and how your eyes shine when you have a new story to devour.

<3 Overall he is just the perfect boyfriend, get yourself a Kakashi <3

#kakashi x you #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #kakashi hatake headcanons #kakashi hc #kakashi headcanons #kakashi fluff #kakashi hatake fluff #naruto headcanons #naruto kakashi #kakashi hatake x you

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chunkymamatam · 5 months ago

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hello! I hope ur doing well when u read this. I wasn't originally gonna ask, but after seeing others ask about ur twst dr I got really curious- What is Grim like? Or really just anyone that wasn't asked about/mentioned much. (The heartslabyul gang, the scarabia duo, etc..) that's probably a lot tho, so please answer what you want to (if at all)

Also, I'm really glad I found ur blog! Ur a big inspiration and I'm really thankful you share your stories -and art- on here

Thank you so much! I'm glad that I can do that for people honestly. It makes my heart very happy ❤

Grimm is a little shit. He's a lot better now then when we first met though. His grades are still ass and he's too stubborn to let me help him study. Very excitable and cute. He'll never admit it but he likes the back of his ears scratched and he'll pretend to be angry with me. He's just embarrassed haha

This little mfer can EAT like... I don't know where all of it went type shit. Where tf did all that tuna that was double his weight go? who tf knows honestly. He usually curls up with me in my bed in Ramshackle, unless he's mad and trying to prove a point cuz I told him to get a job if he wants that much tuna.

Man I'm making myself sad. My Grimm is locked up in STYX rn and I miss my little man... I'm kicking Idia's ass when I see him. Not too hard tho it's not actually his fault. Maybe a Chancla to the back of the head max. Then starts the verbal beat down lmfao

Cater is chill but he's really detached. Like.. His smiles are actually really fake and the vibe is slightly off. Like he is actually enjoying himself but he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Real but bestie.. That's not healthy. He forced me to get a Magicam so we could follow each other and I could "get myself out there" or some shit lol I don't mind though. All of my other friends are following me too. I got into some drama and bro was lowkey laughing at me and eating this shit up.

I'm not necessarily friends with Trey but he seems nice enough. A bit mischievous when he wants to be but over all kind. His arms are fucking built dude. Like I know it comes with being a baker and kneading that dough all the time but damn.. He's a damn good baker too. Those tarts smelled so good sob. He was the first and only one other than Grimm to actually come check on me directly after Riddle's overblot. Man looked so concerned.

Riddle is a lot more chill now and we're friends..? Idk We don't hang out too much but I do keep pink shirts in stock in Ramshackle for his dorm members. It started with Ace, then Deuce, then some random guy, and one thing led to another and he started escorting these hoes to Ramshackle himself. Like I mean he's yelling at them, red in the face all the way up to my door and when I open the shit somehow his face is back to just regular rosy cheeked white boy. He also brings back the shirts, washed and in perfect condition himself. I think we're friends? Idk he's so prim and proper with his language with everyone its hard to tell. But I'm also autistic so I could be missing something. He gets playful every once in a while. In my DR its an actual college but he's a prodigy and started college early so he's only like 18. Slay honestly.

Deuce is such a sweetheart but he's kinda dumb sometimes. It's okay though, he's trying his best and all you really gotta do is work with him on his level and work up from there. I have successfully explained that not all eggs are fertilized. He's also more willing to ask me for help than say Grimm or Ace. Especially after everything with Azul. He loves his mom and he's very easily impressed. Very quizzical and honestly I feel like if he had some accommodations or was taught in a slightly different way he'd have better grades. His PE grade is always an A tho so.. Slay former delinquent slaaayyyy

Ace... uhg. I love his ass /p but god I wanna punch him sometimes. He's such a twat waffle, all bro does is be argumentative, be a bit of a perv and try to steal my food. I have almost stabbed him. My food aggression is crazy when he's around. He's funny though so he's got that going for him. Bro crashed on my couch when Riddle took his magic and kicked him out the dorm and was basically like "we sleeping in the same bed" NO YOU WILL SLEEP ON THE COUCH. He's pretty stubborn but he's also helpful or at least tries to be when you really need him. Like Floyd made me have a seizure (by accident he still feels really bad don't come for him please 😭) and Ace was right there with everyone else trying to make sure I was gonna be okay. He even hesitated to go back to Heartslabyul right away. He wanted to walk me back to Savanaclaw but I didn't want him to get in trouble. So he clearly cares. He's just an asshole.

I'm worried Tumbr won't let me post this if I keep going cuz the length limit so I'll stop there for now ❤

#shifting realities #shifting to desired reality #reality shifter #shifting antis dni #shifting blog #shifting community #reality shifting #shiftblr #reality shift #shifters #shifter #shifting #reality shifting community #shifting reality #shiftinconsciousness #shifting stories #shifting consciousness #shifting to twst #shifting to twisted wonderland

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beevean · 14 days ago

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For a soft, domestic prompt:

Maybe Hectaly out in a field, having a small picnic, with Rosaly making a flower crown for her husband and Hector is overcome with love and affection for his wife?

The town looked so little, from the top of the hill. Like a hasty sketch on a map, surrounded by lush green and a blanket of violets, tall trees swaying in the breeze, and the soothing rushing of a stream nearby.

That is the place Hector dreaded to set foot in?

"See, isn't the sun much better than staying in the shadows?"

Rosaly beamed at him, the brightest ray of sunshine of them all. With her sky blue dress complementing her golden hair, she was in her element; only her black ribbon fluttering in the wind caught his attention for longer.

Hector nodded, mouth too full of his wife's cooking to speak. What a relief it brought, the freedom to eat as much or as little he wished because his body was no longer being gnawed to the bone by infernal essence.

He hadn't felt the sun on his skin for so long, the light prickled and itched, and his eyes watered if he stared at the spots of sunlight for too long. It was far from being untolerable, and he agreed with Rosaly that he was in sore need of color on his face, but the reminder tugged at the back of his mind, like a hand gripping his shoulder. He was an intruder in the world he had left behind many years ago. It was also the only world he could live in, now, after the collapse of the prison he used to call home.

Hector chewed with more force than necessary. Not even the sun was enough to dispel the shadows in his mind. Why did peace still feel so... alien from him? What more did he want?

(The voice sounded achingly familiar.)

A sigh managed to break Hector free from his spiraling thoughts.

"What is it?" he asked Rosaly, who had lost her shine. Was it his fault?

"You always look far in the distance... do you miss something? Someone?"

Miss? Hector diverted his gaze from his wife, as if that could protect him from her question. He didn't... surely he couldn't miss the place he had lead to ruins. The place where he had tasted happiness first, counterfeit as it was.

... damn it all.

"Do I look troubled?" were the only words that wrangle out of him, subdued, pitiful. He was ruining a beautiful day. Rosaly's uncomfortable silence was only confirmation.

It did not last long, mercifully.

"Well, this won't do!" she chimed, never one to lose heart. "I've got just the right thing to make you smile!"

And with that, she jumped on her feet, leaving Hector alone and confused on the blanket.

"W-where are you going?"

"Close your eyes!"

Hector raised his eyebrows, but in the absense of an answer, he did as told. Without his sight, the rest of his senses, still sharpened by his life at the Castle, painted the picture for him: the warmth of the sun cascading on him, the light filtering through his eyelids as a reminder that it was not gone, the pleasant chill of the wind brushing against his skin and rustling his clothes, the smell of damp earth and flowers wafting from the soil, Rosaly's little cheerful humming...

One by one, every sensation replaced part of his old memories. He hoped that, one day, he would not be able to remember what the Castle looked like. And the people living in it...

A tap on the shoulder made him crack one eye open. Rosaly was crouching in front of him, radiant and resplendent, and in her hands she held...

A flower crown, woven with the violets and daisies around their blanket.

It soon found its way on Hector's head before he could open mouth.

"Aww, you're so pretty!" Rosaly laughed, with her laughter as pure as the water flowing in the stream. "Like... like a prince of the forest!"

And he didn't know why. What, in particular, filled him with so much childish joy, that he too bursted laughing like his wife had told him the funniest joke in the world. He only know that Rosaly was his one light in the storm, and he could walk on air for her, and he would never understand why in the world she loved him so much when he could never repay her but she didn't care and neither did he, and who cared if they both tasted like pie when he dragged her for a kiss? It was part of being human.

#hectaly #i missed the beloveds......................#love me julia's sass but rosaly's “you will be loved. you have no choice” attitude cheers me up <3 #pre-cod hector is always a little bittersweet to write but i know he'll be happier in the future #(sorry for the wait but brain got stuck even with such a simple prompt. i'm trying to beat my perfectionism :()

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welcome-back-to-hoimycraf · 7 months ago

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Xisuma stretched out a hand, watching the snowflakes land on the chill metal of their suit. Xe always loved winter, a call back to home in the frigid End islands. Xe definitely did miss it sometimes, and xe visited often, but there was just something so special about sharing your culture with someone else.

“You coming?” Keralis asked, a few feet ahead from where X had paused. His head tilted with his question, the easy smile that constantly adorned his face growing ever wider.

“Yup, just checking out the scenery,” they explained, shaking the snowflakes from their palms. The park was covered in a thick layer of snow, more than they got on Hermitcraft, that’s for sure. Ahead of them, wooden stalls adorned with lights and festive colors scattered the landscape.

Keralis had decided to take Xisuma to Sweden for the holiday markets, going on and on about the beauty and joy they brought. Honestly, X couldn’t find falsehood in anything he’d said. The market was gorgeous. The warm tones against the pure white snow, the crowds of people weaving through the buildings, or the smell of fresh baked goods created such an air of festivity and community that Xisuma found it hard to be worried about a thing. Of course, good company helped, as well.

Xir hand had been taken hostage by Keralis’ while xi’d been lost in thought. The man still somehow had more to say about the culture and traditions surrounding the Swedish holidays, and Xisuma couldn’t help but admire him as he spoke. Should they be listening? Yeah, probably, but the way he got so animated, his eyes crinkling around the edges when he laughed, hands gesturing wildly, mouth going a million miles an hour- it was all way too endearing to be ignored.

“-shwam? Are you even listening to me?” Keralis chuckled, not a hint of hurt in his tone.

“I- er- no…” Xisuma admitted, slapping a hand to xir face out of embarrassment. “Sorry about that, I-”

“Just can’t get enough of my handsome face, huh?” Xer friend grinned with a wink. “I get it, I get it! I’m just too beautiful to go unappreciated- OW!”

Xisuma pulled their hand back from their punch to Keralis’ shoulder. “Ah- shut up, you cheeky bastard,” they groaned, rolling their eyes, though they were unable to hold back their fondness from their words.

Keralis squawked indignantly, spluttering and declaring Xisuma a bad friend as they approached their first market stall. “Oh, would you like some glögg, Shashwam?” He asked, making X laugh at the sudden change in tone.

“That’s the mulled wine, right?”

“Yes!” Keralis clapped his hands together, happy for his friend to have retained that bit of information. “You’ll love it, I swear. It’s perfection!”

They placed their order, and soon Xisuma was being handed its drink, along with a gingerbread cookie Keralis had insisted they pair with the wine. X had Keralis hold its items so it could fiddle with the bottom half of its helmet, disconnecting the mouthpiece so it could eat. And, with the first sip of its glögg, Xisuma had to admit that Keralis was right. It wasn’t perfection, but it did come pretty damn close.

The two chatted about nothing in particular, strolling around the quaint market and taking in the sights. One stall was selling hand-knit sweaters, another wreaths and ornaments. Lights were strung along every roof, illuminating the area in a soft glow.

Xisuma was mid bite of their cookie, listening to Keralis ramble about the upcoming Saint Lucia Day, when something hit them square in the face. The thinner metal connecting xir mouthpiece to the rest of xir helmet completely snapped with the force. The armour, which had been resting around xer neck while xe ate, flew across the snowy park- breathing mask and all.

“Hey! Watch where you’re throwing stuff!” Keralis was shouting at the group of kids huddled together a few feet away, giggling at their success.

X crouched down where xir mask had landed, turning it around to assess the damage. The side that had taken the impact was dented, which could be buffed out. Judging by the well-sized rock nearby, xi guessed one of the kids had thrown a snowball at xim, a dangerous one at that. The worrisome part, though, was the breathing mask. The tubes connecting it to the less oxygen-rich air tank inside xir suit had completely cracked off. A few broken pieces of the tubes’ material were scattered across the snow, making their heart sink.

“Everything okay, sweetface?” Keralis’ soothing voice asked from where he’d leaned over xir shoulder. “Is it usable?”

“I- no…” Xisuma muttered, already feeling the effects. The air of the overworld was much, much too thick for them to breathe properly. It felt like trying to suck in a breath through a wet towel, and xi could already feel xir lungs burn.

Keralis’ face contorted into a frown, his brow furrowing. His eyes lost their glimmer, replaced with something much darker, much more sinister. It was weird to see him anything other than bursting with joy, and it twisted Xisuma’s gut. Then, like it had never changed, his calm smile was back. “Here, let me deal with it,” he assured xem.

The man turned and walked back to the presumed perpetrator standing at the front of the group of kids. Xisuma could only watch as xi stood shakily, taking in the way reality itself seemed to distort around Keralis’ figure. It crackled and wobbled, like trying to look over a bonfire, popping and fizzing out. With an awful cracking, his frame grew, limbs only long enough to make you question whether or not he was human.

Xisuma sighed, walking over to grab Keralis by the shoulder before he could do any real damage. The man swiveled his neck far too fast, snapping the bone inside and leaving his head on backwards.

“Sashwam! What’s wrong, my sweet?” He asked, smile stretched much too wide for his face. His eyes, though always unblinking, lacked their usual warmth. His pupils had been reduced to near pinpricks, with a palpable malice emanating from their gleam.

“You can’t hurt kids, even if they are assholes.” Xe rolled xer eyes, grabbing Keralis by the other shoulder to swivel him in the opposite direction. “We’re going back home before I pass out,” xe wheezed, xer head swimming.

Keralis grabbed each side of his head, cracking it back into place so he could follow X’s unsteady stride. “You okay? Need me to carry you?” He questioned, and when Xisuma glanced at him, he’d already returned to normal. His lips had puckered into a pout, making X chuckle, which turned into a coughing fit.

“I’m fine- can we get to the server hub? Quickly?”

Keralis nodded, picking up their pace and intertwining Xisuma’s hand with his own. “Sorry our trip was so short, would you like to have some hot cocoa when we get back?”

How could Xisuma say no to those puppy eyes?

“Sounds lovely.”

@qpr-kersuma-week

thank you to the lovely @anonymousacres for betaing!

#fanfic #my fanfic #hermitfic #keralis #xisumavoid #hermitshipping #kersuma #qprkersumaweek

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 years ago

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can you make headcanons for all the tadc cast with a reckless reader?

also, have a good day :)

-daz

TADC cast x reckless! reader!

last post for this batch! ill get right back to answering stuff soon! my cinnamon roll dough is almost done with its first rise and ill have to shape them soon! also gotta make the frosting..! short post since the base of one of my thumbs is getting a lil sore idk if its because ive been typing so much these past few days or if i just slept on my hand wrong; maybe both

CAINE:

youre in luck reader! you cant really get hurt in the digital world...! well, not... traditionally.. you can definitely still feel pain, thats for sure, but i dont think your digital body has any bones to break or skin to scrape..! so hey at least you can kind of be as reckless as you want without consequence...! except, there are consequences. caine is not at all happy at your recklessness.. i mean sure yeah some of his IHAs can be more... intense, i mean zooble almost got turned into a gloink, but..! i think he tones down his adventures just so you wont throw yourself into the danger

POMNI:

tries to stop you but her words fall short as you run in yelling into whatever the threat is without a second thought. "i- wait- er..." and youre gone, leaving pomni to hurry and try to catch up with you. she probably has to drag you to safety, assuming this isnt a case where you got all glitched up by an abstracted circus member.. shes gonna have to work herself up to get you to chill out; perhaps ending in a whole emotional thing where she just. explodes? perhaps

RAGATHA:

just because you cant get hurt doesnt mean shes not going to fuss over you. if there were a need for it i think she would keep a pack of Band-Aids on her. however, because you guys cant get hurt in that way, she tries to keep you in bed when you inevitably get knocked a little too hard and need to rest it off. dont even think about trying to get up out of bed, shes going to give you this stern look that only a few percentage of people can muster.

you know the look

the stern one

scolds you too if you get caught up in something real dangerous

only really softens up if you threw yourself in danger for the sake of another person, because i think ragatha would do the same

JAX:

"bet you cant make that jump"

"bet i <> can!"

que you absolutely eating shit after you fail to make that jump, comically flipping over yourself and face planting. you probably have cartoon birds circling around your head. jax laughs at you before eventually coming over to help you up. he will not let you live this kind of stuff, down

KINGER:

he gets so so scared when youre not in his sight, i think if he knew you were willingly throwing yourself into harms way? this man would have a heart attack! like really, or he would if he still had his organs and stuff...if he could he would keep you in his pillow fort with him forever... but he cant, so he has to settle with following you around with meek attempts to try to stop you

ZOOBLE:

zooble would do similar stuff as jax, but when you actually. go to do the dangerous thing they just pull you back. "dude. i wasnt being serious"

bro has to keep you on one of those kid leashes because your first instinct someone says "bet" or "no balls" or anything in that vein, you need to prove yourself

GANGLE:

her comedy mask probably falls off from the sheer shock from how easily you just. launch yourself into things. on one hand she worries for you, but on the other hand she cant help but feel a little jealous; i mean shes just ribbon and a mask, shes not really... tough... strong.. durable... she wants to be able to run around and do the things you do but theres that fear of being immediately broken down or overpowered, you know? didnt mean to get silly there; anyways i think she would try to keep in you bed to sleep off the soreness, like ragatha

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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97keanu · 2 years ago

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ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ

ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ

ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁿⁱᶠᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˢˡⁱᵗ ᵐᵉ

ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵐᵉ﹖

ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵗˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ

ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱ ᶜˡⁱⁿᵍ

ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵒ..."

Sandbox Love Never Dies

Dave Lizewski x Demonic!Reader (Jennifer's Body AU)

Premise: In this chapter, reader becomes the god she was always destined to be. She does something she shouldn't, and ends up on Dave's doorstep, the only place she has ever known to go to for help. Dave is completely horrified from the night events, but still cares for reader. Some cannon from JB divergence, maybe this way we can find a happy ending. Either way, the horror is starting to settle in with this chapter, please mind the tags and authors note!

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Tags/CW: reader death(and rebirth), side character death implied but spared the gorey details, blood, gore, angst, drama, shared trauma, hurt/comfort, nurse Dave, bath scene, Dave helps reader bathe, Dave and reader end up in some pretty good fluff at the end.

Author's Note: this chapter was really interesting to write as the horror part of this au starts to become more prevelant, but if you are squimish to any of the above CW's the please be mindful when reading. As mentioned, there is a character death in this chapter, but I opted to skip an in depth scene of what happens, but if you've seen JB you should get what's going on. If any of that is confusing, let me know! This chapter is under the cut <3 P.S. this song really fits this chapter, so give it a listen ʚ♥︎ɞ

The sky looms, limitless, an endless expanse of stars over this world. A cruel world where girls too young are tied, roped, adjusted as such to the top of a natural stone used as a sacrificial table. The sky has a million eyes and they're all on you tonight, Snowflake Queen, as your heavy breathing remains still human just yet. The omnipresent dark that covers the earth nightly is just as restrained as you are, helpless to stop what will soon happen.

You can almost feel the same pit of darkness as the sky open up in your stomach, blood running out as stupid men play stupid games with ritualistic consequences. All you can do is scream, the sound falling on deaf ears of the woods that envelope the scene.

You find yourself as cold and limitless as the sky as your human body is ruined. The assailants laugh, crack jokes, and sing songs as their blood pumps to the idea of fame and fortune being theirs. As you go still, they figure the job is over, throwing away any evidence into Devil's Kettle, the rushing, hungry mouth of the waterfall that eats all it's given, never to return. They don't even bother to give you a second look as they leave. You can feel the chill of death take you, your breath leaving, leaving, leaving. Never to return as yours.

Then, you feel something else.

You feel something move inside your broken body, breathing life into your lungs that had just barely stopped its function. You can feel it, black, slimey, crawling down your throat and slipping into that pit of your stomach, but not filling it. No, it sits there like a creature, a parasite, that only adds to the emptiness, that begs as much hunger as the rushing waterfall, it growls with animalistic hunger, the sound rushing out of your mouth as you try to scream.

You aren't even sure what happened next, your eyes focused on all the little pinpricks of light in the sky that disappear if you look directly at them for too long. What you do remember is the crunching of bone as you escape your restraints, then the sound of it going back into place, your wounds closing, your body changing, a darkness filling your veins.

You're different, maybe even better, than before.

The next thing you come to realize is how your body finds itself breaking into a run, stumbling through the tree line and seeing the still smoldering Melody Lane Tavern. The fire seems vague and so far away to you now, like another life. The corpse of the building is still illuminated in red and blue, so you decide to walk away from there. As you do, on your path you see someone.

The shape in the dark is walking with hunched shoulders, holding itself, and shivering. You watch, curious. As you approach, the familiar face begins to connect in your fuzzy brain.

"Marty?" Your voice croaks out, still so tired from what's happened.

Marty turns to you, he's completely out of it, but upon seeing a familiar face looks weakly hopefully.

"You're alive…" You say to him, he can barely speak after what's happened tonight. As you look at him, and see the thin dribbles of blood fall from his head, that pit inside you opens up farther than before. You feel a low growl wanting to escape your lips. Something about that blood is making you so hungry it's taking over your already clouded mind.

"Does anyone know you're here, Marty?" You say, almost as a puppet, the hunger speaking for you. Marty can only shake his head, and you can almost feel the world go back for what happens next.

The only thing you remember later is flashes, you can't think about it too much, the humanity in you is still on the surface since the transformation. No, you don't want to talk about what you did to Marty.

You do, however, know that the only thing you feel after is euphoric. You are coated with the blood of this endless nightmare, stumbling about the dark, wet blacktop roads. You barely register the headlights aimed for you, and you know that even if you were struck by a car, you're invincible right now. You drank the blood, and now you're a god.

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Dave can't stop shaking. He feels like his stomach might cave in, and he can hardly believe any of tonight happened. He can still see you, dazed, glassy eyed and being pulled into those fuckers van. His muscles tighten just thinking about it, and he feels like he throw a punch for one of the first times in his life.

He's so worried about you, he has no idea what to even do, but he knows something is wrong. As he and Katie were caught in the hectic aftermath of the fire, the police just starting to show up, he felt something that made him double over in the grass. It was as if his stomach had been slit, he could feel it so vividly, practically sense your pain as much as you felt it. All he could do was writhe in the grass, begging Katie to help him, and not let anyone want to try to keep him here longer. No, he didn't need medical attention, he just needed to get home. He needed somewhere he could be safe, somewhere he could maybe try to think of saving you.

Katie, despite how little she's known Dave, actually came through, and helped Dave get to his feet. Despite the pain, they made it to Dave's car without anyone trying to stop them. Katie was happy to help Dave, but she was terrified for Erika, who hasn't been spotted yet. Because of this, while she has positioned Dave in the driver's seat, she tells him she has to stay, look for Erika. Dave understands, and they share a look.

Dave knows all too well how she's feeling right now. That's exactly how he feels about you. He gives her a nod, as if to say 'go to her', and after Katie leaves, Dave takes his own advice.

He starts the car and begins to drive, his head feeling still filled with the smoke from the fire, smoggy and clouded from the night's trauma. He feels so strange, physically. He had felt the immense pain, but now all he feels is numb. His whole body is cold, and that scares him more than the pain. You have to be alive to feel pain, this numbness…"god…please don't let it mean that…".

Dave lets himself drive in almost dazed state, the small town is quiet at this time of night, and no one has been seen on the road since he got away from Melody Lane's chaos. In fact, it's so eerily desolate. The cold, wet night glistening off the road. Dave takes his eyes off the road for a moment, to turn on the heat in the car, the shivering cold and numbness reaching a breaking point inside him, it's so strong.

When he looks back at the road, he practically screams, the terror rising and catching in his throat, he hits the brakes as hard as possible. His headlights flood a figure with a brightness that blocks out half their shape. But what he catches before the person runs, impossibly fast, makes his spit run thin. That puffy white jacket, those piercing eyes, all that blood….

Dave can barely shake himself free of what he's seen, but now he's sitting here, all alone, that numbing feeling drifting away. It's all he can do, so he finishes his drive home.

When he returns home, he can barely move his body, the pain of tonight already setting in as the adrenaline cools and thickens inside him. Dave is just so tired. He weakly goes inside, his dad is likely well asleep, maybe a bottle in. Despite feeling like tonight's events should be 'wake your parent up out of a drunken stupor' worthy, Dave trudges up the stairs to his attic room. As he opens the door, the intense numbing feeling brushes past him once again, and he braces himself.

Inside, you sit on his floor, bloody and clothes torn, completely dazed.

Dave cannot describe how it feels to see you, he is shocked, but the relief of having you here, with him, not with those horrible men, washes over him so intensely that his knees almost give out.

"Oh my god…" Dave doesn't even feel like he's saying it, but the words fall from his mouth. He rushes to your side, falling next to you, and gripping your arms through your jacket. "You're alive…I thought…"

You're still so dazed, but your eyes slowly drag over to Dave. Your mouth is crusted with blood that's not yours, god, if Dave knew from whom it came from he would never forgive you. Besides that, you can hardly understand what compelled you, in this new form, to come here. Old habits die hard, you suppose. You also have a feeling that absolutely terrifies you when Dave comes so close.

As much as you felt something similar when you saw Marty, this is different. You feel as if the hunger inside you isn't an overwhelming coldness, no it's not the need to fill that numb spot within you. It's different. A blazing fire. It builds, your stomach set ablaze and filled with a want and a yearning that is so strong. You eye Dave with a hunger that goes well beyond the need to eat, no, this isn't sustenance, it's a want for him, all of him.

You can just imagine, pulling him up from the floor, dragging him to his bed, and your weight and power on top of him. You can just imagine his innocent eyes as you can't decide whether to fuck him or sink your teeth into him. Just the thought of sliding his cock into you while you do both, tasting him, his neck in your mouth, the submission as he allows you to take him, all of him…

Dave has to reach up and gently grab your chin, focusing your attention on him. You didn't even realize a low growl had started forming, deep within your chest as you thought about consuming Dave. You also notice he had been talking while you imagined this, and feel a mixture of disgust and lust.

"What happened…?" Is all he can say at this point, you seem completely broken, and he can sense that your energy is different even if he doesn't acknowledge that he does. You don't respond, for a long moment, your thoughts a haze of trying to ignore the budding hunger inside of you, and remembering how to be, well, human. Even if you couldn't articulate it now, you knew you were not like Dave anymore, not at all. You aren't really sure what you are, or everything it entails, but you know for sure if you don't keep your hunger in check…you don't even want to think about what could happen, the guilt from your still fresh humanity filling your veins with a chill.

"Dave…can you…can you please just help me up…" You start, your voice is dry and tired. Dave doesn't even question, he simply stands and holds out his hands, those large hands you've dreamed about touching you. You realize how cold your hands are to his nice, warm, human hands. He swiftly pulls you up, and you wobble, his hands there to steady you at the waist.

You're so close when you look up at him. He wasn't always this tall, you remember when you were kids, and you used to tease him about how he was shorter than you. You're almost certain that it was around the time he gained an inch, that one defining inch, above you, that's about when you started to fall in love with him. It wasn't so much that his being taller did something to you to change your feelings on him, no, it was more of the fact that after that, you guys slowly became more than just schoolyard mates. Even if you would never admit those feelings that fluttered at the worst times. Right now, is one of them. If you could blush, you would be right now, Dave's big blue eyes look at you with concern and worry. Of course, Nurse Dave as always, here to patch up your bloody knees just like when you were kids.

Right now, it's a bit more than a scrap on the knee. Dave doesn't know if he should even be keeping you here, if all that blood is yours, well, he should take you to the hospital, right? You seem so pale, so fragile as he slowly takes over the situation, no longer time for questioning any of this.

"Here, let's go to the bathroom…" He says softly, guiding you to his en suite. It's small, dimly lit by a yellowing bulb, and messy in a way that teenage boys always seem to make. He gently picks you up, and for a moment, you're surprised at how strong Dave is. You don't remember when he got to be so strong. He sets you on the sink counter, which has ample room for you, and begins by taking your puffy, once white, jacket off.

"What are you…?" You start, still out of it.

"You just…" Dave seems embarrassed for a moment as he continues to undress you, but his eyebrows pull together, determined for your own safety. "I need to see what happened, you're bleeding so much…"

Dave's hands begin to shake as he notices underneath your jacket there is a large hole in your shirt. He has to steady himself, he has no idea how bad the wound is, and as he keeps looking at the shirt he notices more and more holes, the blood making it so hard to see what exactly is going on.

"Did…oh my god…did you get stabbed?" Dave has to take his glasses off for a moment just to make sure he's seeing this all correctly. There's no way you could even be standing, let alone at his door if these truly are stab wounds. He reaches out gingerly, his fingers barely tracing a hole that goes directly over your heart, and pulls his hand back in fear of that hole leading to a wound in your body. You don't respond to his question, way too tired and focused on fighting your own hunger to be talking much right now.

"Okay, we need this off…" Dave says quickly, any embarrassment for seeing you in your bra overtaken by how scared he is about what he will see on your body. He gently, but effectively takes your shirt off, a lacy white bra underneath, soaked in blood. Dave looks you over, the blood is slick on your body, starting to turn darker shades of red and brown now as it begins to dry, but what he realizes is that as his fingers explore your body all he feels is softness. His fingers even trace to that spot, right over your heart, moving away blood that slicks his fingers, and all he finds is smooth, soft skin underneath. No wounds.

"This…this isn't your blood?" He almost scoffs the words out, in disbelief. By the looks of you when you came in he thought…well, he doesn't really even know what he thought, but he was sure you were in much worse shape. You catch his eyes when he asks, and shake your head wearily. Dave lets out a sigh of relief that expels so much stress he can barely breathe in again when he's done.

"Holy shit…God…you had me so worried there…" He could almost scream, but instead he does something neither of you expected. His strong arms grab you, pulling you close, almost off the counter, and into his chest. He puts his head right against your tangled, blood soaked hair, and he is glad you can't see him right now. Dave sees a glance of himself in the mirror, the tears forming and slowly dripping down his cheeks. He just can't believe you're here, you're okay, and that he can keep you safe now.

"I'm so lucky…" He whispers, not necessarily to you, or himself.

Lucky. You could almost laugh if you weren't losing more and more energy as you feel yourself sinking into Dave's arms. Nothing about tonight had been lucky. In fact, you almost wonder if this is some sort of sick joke being played on you, and if you could just close your eyes, fall asleep, when you woke it would all be over.

When Dave finally pulls away, to get a better look at you once more, you let out a small noise of discontent from losing his warm embrace.

"We should probably get you cleaned up." he says, looking you over, assessing what's needed. "Do you think you can do it yourself…?"

Before he's even finished asking the question you're shaking your head. Dave can't help a blush rise to his cheeks as he thinks about how he will have to undress you completely to really help you get clean. He then nervously moves his hand to push his glasses back up, before noticing them sitting on the counter next to, and laughs uncomfortably.

"Well, we'll have to get these c-clothes," he starts sputtering out a bit, he isn't usually so nervous around you, you're, well his best friend in the whole world. And if it wasn't for the gender difference this wouldn't be such a big deal. Dave lets out a shaky breath, then continues, more determined to complete the task at hand so that you can feel better. "Yes, as long as you're okay with it, I'll have to undress you to help you bathe."

He settles on that, hoping he's not being weird and that the end justifies the mean here. You look up at him, and muster the energy to speak, to calm his nerves.

"I need your help Dave, I don't care if you see me naked…" You say weakly, and it's true. If it wasn't for the fact that you were feeling as if your energy was fading faster and faster, you may have very well been worried about Dave seeing you naked. But right now? No, you couldn't care even if you tried after the night had. You think Dave senses that and feels the same way. He's just as tired as you, by the look in his eyes.

Dave doesn't say much more, besides an occasional instruction for helping to get your clothes off. He helps you wiggle out of tight skinny jeans, the task made harder by the blood soaked spots that want to stick to your skin. After that, it's only your bra and panties left. Dave can't help but notice how much of your body is being exposed to him for the first time. It's just how he imagined it, if not even better, and he has to remind himself that this wasn't how this should have gone, and now is not the time for a wandering mind. You tell him you have your underwear covered as far as taking it off, and ask if he can start the bath.

He nods, says 'of course!' As if he had made some mistake when his hand reached up for the waistband of your matching panties. He turns to the bathtub before he embarrasses himself more, and you slowly, muscles tired and sore, hop off the counter and begin taking off your bra. When you're finally fully undressed, you ask Dave if he can close his eyes as you hop in the tub.

"Oh, sure, here." He holds out his arm for you to steady yourself as you get in. You utilize this, and as you sink into the half full tub you feel a sense of ease hit you. Dave has it at the perfect temperature, the heat of the bath making you miss his warm arms once more. You let Dave know when he can open his eyes, even though you're sure he can see a full view of your ample chest, it somehow feels better that half of you is protected by the bubbles Dave also added to the bath.

Dave can feel how deeply red his cheeks are as he watches your breasts rise and fall in the water, and when the water begins to turn a rusty color, Dave straightens his mind out. He kneels down next to the tub, his knees on the bathmat. You slide closer as he grabs a washcloth and begins dipping it in the warm water. Neither of you speak as he begins with your face, the softness of the cloth and the warmth of the water easing your tensions while taking off blood and make up. Dave has actually helped you take your makeup off for the night before so he starts with this, feeling most confident in his abilities.

Eventually he finishes your face, and you open your eyes to see him deciding where to start next. He starts on your neck, it's the next thing down that has blood crusted on it, so might as well, right? He cleans gently, making sure that he's not hurting you, going slowly. When you're certain your neck is done, and he's just avoiding going lower, you look up at him, meeting his eyes with a new boldness that has emerged from your transformation. You take his hand gently and lead it to your breast, keeping your eyes locked as you allow him to feel your soft, plump skin there. His eyes look so nervous, something about how much he wants to touch in this way being so clear on his face, yet he rejects it, as to be gentlemanly, or a good friend perhaps, turns you on way more than any of the other boys who have had access to your breasts.

He takes his time here, despite his nerves. Circling your breasts with the washcloth until your supple skin is all that's showing. He keeps his eyes mainly on yours, something about the connection between you two right now is more than just a horny teenager seeing his first pair of boobs. No, it's deeper than that. It's about the trust between you two, and how Dave is staying focused on your needs first and foremost. That isn't to say that how he is touching you now isn't making your already weak legs feel weaker, a quivering in your chest and between your legs building as Dave moves on to the other side, making sure to give the same attention there. You can feel yourself twitch as he brushes over your nipples, which are so hard and tight despite the warm water. They just barely float above the bubbles, and Dave makes sure you're all clean before moving on.

You thought the spell would be broken when he moves on to cleaning your back, but somehow, his hands moving in such a pleasurable massage, makes you want him even more. You completely relax as he cleans, you're sure that it's clean by now, but Dave continues to massage just to make you feel better. When he pauses, you feel his breath against your ear, his voice soft, full of something you've never heard from him before.

"Does that feel good?" He checks in, and you nod, giving a small, relaxed 'mhm…' along with it. You can't see it, but you're sure Dave is smiling, pleased to please you. He always has been that way. He can't help it when it comes to you.

He reaches for the shower head, glad that the bath is a two in one, and starts the water there. He checks the temperature again, making sure it won't be shocking, and he wets your hair. He still can't believe how much blood was on you, and you're unharmed. He begins to gently wash your hair, wondering where it came from. Perhaps he'll ask you in the morning when all this might make more sense. But right now, he works a lather into your hair, his hands like magic, moving so thoughtfully through your locks. You find yourself wishing that this had come on any other night. Why is it that you get to know the pleasure of Dave's hands on your body after all that's happened and not on both of your own terms. You are too tired and enjoying what Dave is doing to care right now. That's for another you to ponder sometime.

Dave finishes up your hair, and gives the wash cloth over to you, instructing you to finish up anything he couldn't reach. He informs you that he is going to get some new clothes for you, and to your surprise, his cool lips touch your forehead before he leaves. You gaze up at his form as he's already out the bathroom door, strutting quickly away to find some new clothes without leaving you too long. You finish washing while he's gone, and stand up wearily out of the tub, grabbing a nearby towel to dry off.

You're all wrapped up in a white towel of his, the tub filled with dirty water, slowly taking it, fand the night that caused it, down the drain. Dave comes back in, surprised you're out, but glad you didn't slip while doing so.

"I got you an old band shirt of mine, and a pair of my shorts." You smile, taking the shirt and shorts.

"I love this shirt…" You say, slowly pulling over your head, the towel still shielding you.

"I know…" Dave says softly as your head pops out of the shirt, your wet hair leaving droplets on the shoulders. You smile and Dave glances away as you slip his shorts on, fitting you nicely enough for the night. You discard the towel and follow Dave towards his bed.

"Here…" He says, pulling back the covers so you can get in. You do, gladly. Dave slips in behind you, and he immediately puts his arms around your waist, too nervous of you escaping him again. You notice the hunger from earlier is duller, calmed for now. Somehow, Dave's attention to you has helped, and you find as Dave snuggles against your shoulder, your breath slowing. The terrors of tonight are ringing around your ears still, but it's no match for how tired your body is. You drift into a deep sleep, wrapped by Dave Lizewski's arms, something you never thought would happen this way.

Some thing's really must be fate.

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