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lambsouvlaki · 1 year ago

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For the Hell of It - A Training Exercise

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, swearing.

Word count: 1,764

Summary: Jason and her her run through a pretend-kidnapping for training purposes.

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BWAAAAAAA!

Her eyes cracked open to Jason standing at the foot of the bed, holding an air horn.

She stared at the ceiling and placidly considered that she might be dating the worst person alive. The haze of comfortable sleepiness clung to her despite the rude awakening. She was not someone who snapped awake quickly.

“Yes?” she asked.

“You’ve woken up in a strange place. You don’t remember how you got here, assume you were kidnapped. The door is locked. There is no sign of your captors, but you don’t know how long that will last,” he said, dead serious. “What do you do?”

Andy blinked slowly at him. “I ask the guy with the air horn not to blow it again.”

BWAAAAAAA!

“Genuine answers only.”

He lifted the side of the mattress up, dumping her on the ground.

“Oh no,” she despaired, sitting in a pool of sheets and blankets on the hardwood floor.

“What do you do?” he demanded.

She breathed in deeply. Okay. Okay. “I put pants on.”

“Go on then.”

She stumbled up, and shuffled to her clothes folded atop the dresser.

They were in a countryside cottage for a weekend getaway. The night before had been normal enough, although Jason had been dropping pretty obvious clues all week that he had something planned. She had waxed her legs but also brought hiking boots and the first aid kit.

Alas, the lovely romantic night before had lulled her into a false sense of security. They cooked together, enjoyed the privacy of the cottage, and had an early night in. Their relationship was young enough that they were still acclimating to sleeping next to each other, but she was very relaxed and fell asleep quickly.

She tied her hair up, half tucked her blouse into her pants, then yawned. Kidnapped, huh? She tried to remember what the Safety in Gotham City pamphlets said to do, but couldn’t come up with anything.

“Now what?” Jason asked. He was fully dressed in sturdy civilian clothes from the beginning.

“Um. Is it better to try and escape or to stay where I am in the hopes of not making it worse?”

“For the sake of this exercise I’m not here. What do you think is better?”

She pursed her lips in thought. She jiggled the door handle. Yup, locked. Hmm. She looked out the window. The bedroom was on the second floor but with the gently sloping roof of the first story below them. There was no sign of anyone outside, it was a lovely autumn morning in fact.

If she were kidnapped and moved to a second location, she should try to escape, right? They said that chances of being found dropped to almost nothing once you were moved to a second location. For her, either they would be using her to get to the Red Hood, or they were just a regular serial killer. The latter might actually be the safer circumstance now that she thought about it.

She grabbed her handbag, opened the window, and climbed out. The tiles were cold beneath her feet.

Jason followed without comment, sliding the window closed behind him.

She inspected the edge of the roof, with its overhanging gutter, and the large bricks of the wall below.

“It was very kind of these kidnappers to not tie me up, or blindfold me, or anything,” she commented, while committing to the awkwardness of clambering backwards over the edge.

“Consider this easy mode.”

She hummed, not liking that one bit.

Now that she thought of it, he had made a promise a few months back to teach her some proper survival skills. It was probably overdue, all things considered.

“This doesn’t really feel like training,” she said. “Feels more like ‘watch Andy make a fool of herself’.”

He smiled and didn’t say anything.

Asshat.

She landed on the gravel of the driveway. She winced at the sting to her bare feet. She should have grabbed her socks, but her shoes were in the cottage entrance. Her hands were already sore from gripping the bricks. The last of her sleepiness was thoroughly gone, leaving behind only uncaffeinated grumpiness.

The car they’d arrived in was still in the driveway, unmoved. She tried the driver’s door and found it unlocked, but who knew where the key was.

The gravel and the cold were making her feet sting. She stalked back towards the front door.

“You’re going back in?” Jason asked, aghast.

“I thought you weren’t here.”

His lips twisted. “Fine. Go on, re-enter the building you just escaped, through the front door.”

“I’m not wearing any shoes!”

He looked wholly unsympathetic.

“Wait, is that why you always have some boots under your bed?”

“Gotta be ready to go.”

“Huh. I guess that makes sense. But I doubt kidnappers are going to be so thoughtful.”

BWAAAAAA!

“Ah!”

She snatched the air horn from him.

“Make a decision,” Jason said. “What are you doing?”

“Oh! I put my hiking boots in the car!” She spun back to the car, and pulled them from the back seat. Opening and shutting car doors was probably not stealthy behaviour, but in the absence of any clear threat, she was going to take that chance. She had shoes, but no socks. She’d have to make do.

Now what?

She sat in the driver’s seat, and rubbed her temples. Jason sat himself in the passenger seat and looked at her expectantly.

The air horn was back in his hands.

Damnit.

She grabbed the screwdriver and pliers from the glove box, then she reached beneath the dashboard and pulled out a bundle of wires.

Jason leaned back in his seat, eyebrows raised and arms crossed.

She got the car started. She put it in reverse and backed out.

“So how’d you learn how to do that?” he asked.

“Youtube tutorial?”

He snorted. “Try again.”

She sighed. The road from the cottage was a long winding single lane road for about a mile before it rejoined the main road, hedged by old red oaks. Their broad leaves glittered with dew under the early sun.

“After I got out, I didn’t have a nickel to my name. Getting legit work as an ex-con is, well, you know. And I couldn’t stomach the other options. My old cellmate offered to help me out, but only if I helped her with a little something first. Clearing out a dealership.”

“Well look at you, miss grand theft auto.”

She shrugged, terribly embarrassed. “It was just the once.”

“Those skills are still useful, I don’t care how you got ‘em”, he said, as frank as always. “What else can you do?”

“Not very much,” she said, her shoulders relaxing some since he wasn’t making a big deal of it. “We, uh, don’t keep up.”

He leaned an elbow on his window ledge. “Much gas left in those dealership cars?”

“I think she brought some cans.” Her eyes swept over her own fuel gauge. It was empty.

“Did you syphon out the gas?” she asked. “Of course you did. Of course.”

She gripped the steering wheel, tired, frazzled, and hungry, as the car slowed to a stop. Jason had the gall to smile.

“So now what?” he said.

“Now I commit a murder.”

“Uh-huh. And after that?”

“We walk,” she said sourly.

They set off into the woods in the direction of Gotham. She had a good sense of direction and recalled from the view at the cottage that the grounds sloped down towards the city’s outskirts. She ate the snack bar she kept in her bag and emptied her water bottle, offering Jason none. He didn’t seem to mind.

Her lack of socks was really aggravating. He owed her a foot rub tonight, damnit.

Just as the sun reached its height, they came across a shed with a couple of old quad bikes in it.

That made the day a little less galling, and they rode across some wild fields with what appeared to be an abandoned horse obstacle course, crossed a river, and then crested the slope of a hill. Wayne Manor sat before them.

“Oh thank fuck,” she muttered.

There was nobody home, upstairs at least, but apparently Jason had expected this. They cleaned up and raided Alfred’s pantry for a late lunch.

She was much more sore than she expected from what was really just a bit of unexpected walking.

“How’d I do?” she asked, face down on the kitchen bench.

“Could be worse,” Jason said, amused, as he assembled some sandwiches. “Could be better.”

“Give it to me straight.”

“ Your idea of a getaway needs some work, but we’ll go over how to handle that later. You need to learn how to pick a lock, and how to move quietly. We made good time on the hike, and your wilderness survival craft is surprisingly good for a city girl.”

“Thank you,” she said, grasping the positive while she could. Jason tended to give reverse compliment sandwiches.

“Your situational awareness is non-existent. You were walking around in the open outside the house without a care in the world.”

“Fair.”

“You also forgot shoes and socks exist.”

She groaned.

He patted her head.

“Besides the socks, and the not paying attention to anything, did I make the right calls?” She tilted her head to fix one eye on him. “Should I have trekked through the words or stuck to the road?”

“It’s not about whether you made the optimum decisions, nobody ever really does.” He brushed a loose curl of hair back from her face. “It’s about my learning how you handle an emergency, so when the time comes I can predict what you’ll do and meet you halfway.”

“Oh. That makes sense.”

“For example, I would never have guessed you’ll hot wire any vehicle you can get your hands on.”

She pulled herself up with puffed up indignation. “I will not. I won’t hotwire anything later than 2003. Too many anti-theft measurements.”

He snorted a laugh. “Not with a little more know-how, there aren’t.” He slid her a plate and pulled up the stool next to her.

“I was a touch more confident than I would have been without you there.”

“I know.”

She took a big bite of her sandwich, then registered his shark-like smile.

She pointed a finger at him. “Just so we’re clear, more than one fake kidnapping a month and I’m leaving you.”

He laughed. “Alright, no more surprises until at least October.”

“November.”

“It’s worse in the cold.”

“Bring it on,” she said with undue bravado.

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#Jason Todd is innately a menace #he must be free to make problems on purpose #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #my fanfic #for the hell of it #dc

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drpeppertummy · 6 months ago

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helllooo soooo here's writing prompt ? Or drawing ?? Both?? :0

How about someone who has had just the most godawful week of their life finally getting to come home and relax, cooking themself a big portion of their favourite meal + dessert + a nice drink, snuggled up on the couch in a blanket nest, cradling their comfortably full belly and slowly nodding off 💖💖

this wound up being kind of a loose interpretation of the prompt since its more than just a week & hes Been home but heres leon circa like 10 years ago, freshly divorced & top surgeried (ill probably do another one later with a different character that more closely follows what u asked for, i have a couple in mind)

[mild hunger & stuffing after a whole lot of setup, mentions of medical stuff & abuse]

"Oh, yeah, I have, uh, f-friends, um, family…"

Leon had lied to the nurses when they'd asked if he had anybody to take care of him after the procedure. He'd known he was lucky to be there at all; he hadn't wanted to say anything to jeopardize his chance at really going through with it.

Now, it was over and done with, and he was regretting the lie, not that he thought telling the truth would have made much of a difference. He'd been spending one of the more uncomfortable months of his life utterly alone--mercifully alone, some might say, considering the man he'd just broken away from not even a year prior--and the recovery wasn't easy. He could barely lift his arms. Moving anything around, including himself, was an ordeal, and he couldn't lift much. He'd tried to prepare his home for his impaired self beforehand, but, of course, there were countless little things he hadn't thought of which made miserable little chores when all he wanted to do was rest.

Still, Leon was thankful. His emotions were a wild flurry--loneliness, guilt, fear, regret, about a dozen layers of grief--but he was thankful. He was free, both from his wicked ex-husband and from his body. He'd been worried at first, looking in the mirror and seeing how much his belly stuck out with nothing to tent the shirt over it, but now, after adjusting for a few weeks, the sight of his flat chest filled him with a boyish giddiness. A skittish feeling kept sneaking up on him, as though Bill might suddenly appear out of nowhere and begin shouting and tossing him about in his vulnerable state, but it wasn't as bad as it had been at first. One might even say that, albeit very slowly, Leon was getting better.

The first month after the procedure had been excruciating. His chest had felt like it was burning and boiling and everything in between, the drains had been miserable, sleep had been uncomfortable and elusive, and he'd had next to no appetite, his tummy still precarious from both the surgery and the medications. The whirlwind of strange feelings about his recent divorce hadn't exactly helped, either. Now, though, after a little over a month of healing, he was finally beginning to come back to himself. The pain was subsiding, he was slowly regaining some mobility, and his energy and appetite were returning. His mental state still left a lot to be desired, but he was getting used to being alone, and, despite his lingering anxiety, he was finally beginning to feel… almost safe.

Today, Leon woke up from the first truly restful sleep he'd had all week. He woke up feeling cozy and warm and comfortable, and miraculously well-rested. The room was painted with a pleasant bluish hue, the sun outside obscured by rainy clouds, and it was soft and pretty and easy on his sleepy eyes. He spent some time laying in bed, enjoying the cozy feeling and listening to the soothing sound of rain pattering against the window. Then, for the first time since fasting for the procedure, his belly rumbled, and he felt hungry.

He remained in bed for a few minutes longer, but his empty stomach was persuasive, and, finally, he cautiously pushed himself up. Without much of an appetite, he'd been living mostly on random little snacks for the past month, but right now, he was craving real food. He contemplated ordering out--it was nearly noon, not too early for a pizza delivery--but then he reconsidered. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been doing next to nothing for the past month and needed a change of pace, maybe it was the desire to do something simply for himself for once, but Leon decided to take himself into the kitchen and cook.

Not wanting to push himself too much--and limited by his lack of fresh groceries--he decided to keep it simple and made fried eggs, toast, and, after discovering a still-good potato in the basket, a baked potato. His appetite grew stronger as he cooked, the smell of the sizzling eggs making his mouth water, and by the time he sat down with the first hot meal he'd had in ages, his belly was almost aching with hunger. It was also the first time in ages that he'd sat down at the little round kitchen table, having spent much of the past month either in bed or on the couch, and it felt oddly rejuvenating, like admiring one's room after a long-needed spring cleaning.

The first bite of egg was divine, as was the second, and the third. Leon's rumbly belly eagerly welcomed the hot food, as did his deprived taste buds. Maybe it was just how hungry he was, or the fact that he hadn't eaten much of anything in weeks, but it was one of the best meals he could recall ever having eaten in his life. The fluffy toast dipped in the savory yolk, the comforting bulkiness of the hot, buttery potato, the perfectly crispy edges of the eggs. Everything was perfect, and the fact that he made it gave him a much-needed sense of accomplishment on top of it all.

The eggs and toast alone would have been plenty for Leon's still-recovering stomach, but the potato brought him from nicely full to pleasantly stuffed. The last few bites were difficult to find space for, but he cleaned his plate, and his belly felt taut and warm and comfortably snug. He leaned back in the chair and rested there for a moment, hands sitting atop his rounded tummy. Bill's voice crept into his brain for a moment, offering his two cents about how much Leon had just eaten, but he quickly pushed the thought away. He felt good right now, and for once in his life, he wasn't going to let anybody knock him down.

The idea of getting up wasn't particularly enticing, but eventually, Leon nudged himself out of the chair. He gave the dishes a quick wash, taking care not to strain himself, then retreated to the couch. His full belly poking out in front of him briefly reminded him of pregnancy, and he pushed that thought away too. Awkwardly and carefully, he sat himself down on the couch, leaning back into the pile of pillows he'd set up to rest against. It took a moment to adjust himself into a comfortable position, but he finally found it, and he pulled his worn old quilt up to his chest with a sigh. His belly gurgled softly, and a little burp escaped him. The rain was still pattering pleasantly against the windows. He yawned and snuggled into his pillow-and-blanket nest, resting his hands on his full tummy. Having done enough moving around for the time being, now feeling full and cozy, Leon closed his eyes and drifted off into another restful sleep.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #hunger kink #message #suggestion #xleonx

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who-needs-reality-anyways · 1 year ago

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Is It a Date?

Clarke exits the library with a huff. Two ten page papers due in the next week. Plus homework from her other classes, and her campus job. How do her friends ever find time to have a social life?

Coffee in hand and heavy bookbag slung onto her shoulders, she crosses the parking lot into a large courtyard. The smell of the lilac trees drift into her nose, making her smile. She has always loved lilacs.

Clarke makes her way to the center of the courtyard where her favorite tree is located. She calls it her study tree because everyday at this time she sits at the base and does her schoolwork. The only time she works at home is if the weather isn’t good or some other special circumstance.

She found it at the beginning of first semester and fell in love immediately. It has a curve in its side that fits her body perfectly. A large, flat root sits high enough to put her notebook on and comfortably write or use her computer. There are even a couple smaller roots that split and then join back together that she uses as a cup holder. Its as if this tree was specifically molded for studying and no one has taken advantage of it. She halfway believes her good grades come from this tree.

As Clarke gets closer, though, she sees a problem. Someone is already sitting at her tree! She feels like the three bears coming home to find Goldilocks sleeping their beds.

She keeps walking so she can see if it’s one of her friends or at least someone she knows, but as she gets closer, she sees it is a guy she has never met. Clarke seriously contemplates asking him what he is doing, but it’s not like she has any actual right to this tree.

Instead, she stops and… watches. He is very attractive. Dark, curly hair, olive skin, sitting back comfortably against the trunk. She could probably watch him for a long time if it wasn’t so creepy. As she is about to turn around and walk away, he lifts his head.

“Can I help you with something?” he asks in deep voice.

Clarke hopes she is still far away enough that he doesn’t notice the blush rising up her neck. “Um, no. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

“Are you sure?” The strange boy smirks, making his freckles dance and a teasing glint in his gorgeous brown eyes. “You’ve been standing there for a couple minutes.”

“It’s nothing, just that…um…” Clarke doesn’t want to be rude and say it’s her tree, but she has to say something. “I usually study in that spot, but I have an apartment. I can go home today.”

“No way,” he says, gathering his things and standing up. “I can go. I wouldn’t want to impede your education.”

“No, you don’t have to leave! Honestly it’s fine, I was just curious who was here. I’ve never seen you around before.”

“I just transferred here this semester. My name is Bellamy.”

“Clarke.” They shake hands, but, strangely, neither are eager to let go.

“Well, hello Clarke.” Bellamy holds his other arm towards the tree. “It’s all yours. It was nice to meet you.”

Without another word, Bellamy walks away, and Clarke suddenly wishes he would come back. She didn’t intend to kick him out. Then she curses herself for acting like an idiot. She also wishes she was brave enough to ask for his number. He is stunning and very kind. Now who knows how long until she sees him again.

Well, there isn’t much else to do but study. Clarke positions herself into the familiar groove and gets everything she needs from her bag. Although, after a half hour she is still finding it hard to concentrate. Bellamy…

The next day, she exits the library and heads towards her spot once again. She doesn’t even bother denying the hope she feels that Bellamy is sitting there again. This time she will do things right.

Except as Clarke gets closer, she can tell the spot is empty. Her chest deflates just a little. She really thought he would come back. Maybe it was just her that felt a little connection yesterday? Oh well, she messed up a possible romance, what else is new?

When Clarke arrives, though, she notices something sitting on the root she uses as a table. Its a paper plate of chocolate chip cookies. She crouches down to get a better look and sees the note stuck to the plastic wrap. “What the…”

Sorry for taking your study spot yesterday. Hopefully I can make it up to you with dinner?

Is he asking her out? It sure seems like it, but how is she supposed to answer him? He didn’t leave any way of contacting him.

Unless…

Clarke squints her eyes and slowly walks around the large tree. There on the other side is Bellamy leaning against the bark.

“So, is it a date?” he asks, showing off his beautiful smile.

She grins back at him, completely lost in the cheesiness of the situation. This only ever happens in rom-coms. There is no way it’s actually happening to her.

But he is right in front of her, asking to take her on a date by way of cookie platter. How can she refuse?

“It’s a date.” Then she adds with a smirk, “But only after I’m done studying. Can’t let this spot got to waste on such a beautiful day.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he replies.

Clarke sits down against the trunk and Bellamy situates himself across from her. It seems her grades aren’t the only good thing that has come from this tree.

#bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellarke #the 100 #bellarke fic #how is it i can’t write 200 words for my WIP #but i can spit this out in 1.5 hours when I should be sleeping #well its not good but the idea popped in my head so i just did it #maybe you’ll enjoy

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slowardblonkey · 11 months ago

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This is based on a true story. Since it was years ago, I had to sort of fabricate some of the fine details and dialogue, but for all intents and purposes, you can consider this a true story.

Feedback welcome ?

Some years ago, I had an online omo friend, who took joy from making me hold for her, so I told her that she could control what I drink, and when I would be allowed to release it. I would come to find out, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

At the time, I had been doing quite a bit of holding, and had developed a rather large bladder from it. I believe at the time I could hold somewhere around 1700 ml.

The morning we began, I was allowed to pee at 11 a.m. and told only to drink if I was thirsty. Now, this struck me as rather odd, since I was expecting her to want me desperate that night, after my parents went to bed. (I was in college, but staying with them for the summer)

They day carried on as normal, with me drinking fairly little. (which is about normal for me. Terrible, I know.) I had a glass of water with my lunch, and sipped down another over the course of the afternoon. What also surprised me was how little I heard from the girl in charge of my bladder. It was getting close to dinner time when I got the text: “Have an extra glass of water with dinner ? ” and of course my response was “yes ma'am” as always. For the time being, it had to be. I wasn’t worried about the extra glass, I barely felt anything in my bladder at all at this point.

So, as 7:00 approached, dinner came, and as instructed, I had my glass of water, finished it as I ate, and had another before it was over. By 8, dinner was done and cleaned up, so I texted her again, asking if I had any more instructions. No reply. The next few hours went by without much excitement. I watched some tv, and felt the water from dinner make its way into my bladder. By 10:00 I was feeling those little bladder twinges, hinting at me to go to the bathroom. Not anything I would call urgent, though.

By 11, I was growing tired, and a little impatient. I was ready to give up this game and go to bed, since it wasn’t really turning out to be that exciting.

“Hey, I’m getting ready to go to bed pretty soon… Can I go pee now?”

Finally! A response.

“No, you can hold it. Goodnight ;* ”

Oh.

Well that’s not how I thought that would go…

Usually that’s when these things end..

It’s a little concerning, but at least it’s interesting now.

So I head to bed. For someone that usually pees right before bed every night, going to bed with a slight urge to pee was a very strange feeling, and so it took a good while for me to finally drift off to sleep.

7:00- I wake up, and the very first thing I notice is my bladder, now with 20 hours of urine collected inside it. It was full. Not bursting, but definitely uncomfortable. I could definitely do with some relief at this point, so I text her.

“Good morning”

“Good morning! How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well. It took a little while to get there though. But um… I kinda need to pee.. pretty badly now.. Can I go please? I haven’t since yesterday morning”

“Aw, does someone need a potty break? How bad is it?”

“Well, it definitely wants out, although the urge has died back a little since I first woke up. It’s under control. It feels full and heavy, like there’s a canteloupe in my stomach.”

“So it’s under control? Good! Because I wasn’t planning on letting you go. If I did, then you wouldn’t be full for tonight ? ”

“TONIGHT?! I can’t wait that long! I already really need to go!”

“I think you can do it ?

Oh, and make sure you have a glass of water with lunch ;* check in with me after that. TTYL”

I really had no idea how I was going to wait that long.. But I had my orders.

So I went about my morning as usual, doing some chores and working on a couple little projects I had going on. As I got used to the fullness in my bladder, it became slightly less distracting, but it was always there, and it would always catch my attention again sooner or later. All I could do was bounce my knees a little and try to push it to the back of my mind.

The morning dragged on, but eventually lunchtime came. I just made myself a sandwich, nothing fancy, and the obligatory glass of water to wash it down. My bladder was not happy about the water. Every drink seemed to go straight into it, even though I knew better. I spent much of lunch bouncing my knees under the table to cope with the water I had to drink, but nobody was around too close, so I could get away with it. And as instructed, when I finished my lunch, I texted her an update on my condition.

Afterwards, I took to some reading, hoping that getting lost in a book would help take my mind off my bladder. And after 30 minutes of trying to get focused on it, it did start to work. Unfortunately, it was short lived, as right about then, my phone buzzed.

“Glad to hear you’re holding up so well. I think now would be a perfect time for you to do the dishes, since you’ll need to anyway, and your bladder isn’t going to get any better, don’t you think? ? ”

*Oh no.. dishes.. Just what I need. *

I get up, and notice that while I was reading, the water from lunch had made its way to my bladder, which had now reached the next level of fullness. I felt like I had a large water balloon in my stomach. It was so full that it made me want to bend forward slightly, and I had to put extra effort into standing up straight and not drawing attention to myself.

*Oh no, this isn’t good… It’s only 1:30.. I still have at least 9 hours until everyone else goes to sleep… I don’t know if I can do this..*

So I go downstairs and start on the dishes. Ohhh dishes on a full bladder is not fun.. It took everything I had not to squirm around while the water was running. Even worse when my hands were in the water. I’ve never done dishes faster in my life. I just wanted to be done with them.

After what felt like 2 hours, and was really probably only 20 minutes, I was finally finished with the dishes, and ohh boy my bladder was not happy.. As soon as I dried my hands, I retreated to my room so I could make a private show of squirming around and grabbing myself to try and get the urge back under control. After several minutes of this, my bladder started to calm down a bit, and reverted to the (mostly) dull fullness that I had been getting used to. Although, it still felt fuller this time… so full..

“Hey.. doing the dishes with my bladder like this was really hard! I really don’t know if I can make it to tonight.. it’s so full.. I’ve never even held it this long before! Are you sure I can’t go pee? Pleasseee?"

After a few minutes with no reply, I decide to go back to reading again. It’s even tougher to get into this time. I can’t even find a comfortable position to sit with my full bladder being unhappy with even the slightest pressure on it. But I keep trying, because I’m sure that being totally distracted by a book is the only way I’m going to make it through the many hours that I have left to hold.

Eventually, I do get into the groove with reading, despite being interrupted by a strong urge from my bladder every ten minutes or so. Read, squeeze, read, don’t pee, read, just hold it, read, don’t look at the clock, read, squirm, read. Amazingly, I was able to get invested in the story, and not realize that hours had passed while I was reading.

When I came to, it was close to 6:00, and my bladder was making itself known, constantly. It had become too distracting to read. There was a constant urge to squirm. I needed something more engaging than a book now.. I noticed I’d missed a message:

"Aw, but you’re doing so well so far! I know you can do it, just hang in there ? Oh, and don’t forget to drink a glass of water with dinner ? AND fill up a glass to take back to your room afterwards. I’ll talk to you then ;* ”

Aghh even the thought of having to drink more water made me squirm again.. I really didn’t know how I was going to keep this up. I was getting depserate and I still had something like 4 hours to go. So I fired up the gamecube to try and get distracted. Legend of Zelda usually keeps me pretty occupied, so I give that a shot. And it works. Sort of. It does take my mind off of my bladder, but it doesn’t stop me from bouncing my legs and shifting around almost the whole time I’m playing.

Next thing I know it’s 7:15, and I’m being called downstairs for dinner. Or rather, to help get dinner on the table. When I stood up, the new fullness in my bladder hit me hard. I couldn’t believe how full it was. I had to bend over and squirm for a minute before I could go down there. At this point, I was worried.. I really didn’t know how I was going to hide it while I was down there with everyone else..

Downstairs helping get the food ready, it was difficult to stay stood up straight, and stay still, and don’t pee. Hold it, hold it, hold it. After a few agonizing minutes on my feet, I finally got to sit down again. But the struggle wasn’t over yet. Did I mention we have a glass table? Which means no cover for me. So I spend the next 45 minutes sitting there, surrounded by family, doing everything I can not to fidget and squirm with 33 hours of pee trying to burst out, all the while adding to it by drinking the glass I had been instructed to have, every drink feeling like a whole glass being poured into my bladder, all while trying to stay in conversation and seem like a normal person who hadn’t been holding their pee for over a day.

Finally, dinner was over. But this didn’t mean relief. No, instead it meant that it was time for me to help clean up. Which was absolute torture. It was just like getting ready for dinner all over again, but this time with the added torture of the water I drank with dinner gradually filtering into my bladder. I rushed to get everything cleaned up as quickly as possible, because my bladder was filling, I was already close to my limit, and it showed no signs of slowing down. As soon as I figured it was acceptable to do so, I retreated to my room once more, this time to make an even bigger spectacle for whatever ghosts were watching, doing a full on pee dance and holding myself, so glad to finally be alone again so I can tend to my ever-fuller bladder.

*Ok, it’s 8:45.. they usually go to bed around 10 or 10:30.. So.. an hour and a half? Can I hold it for an hour and a half? nghhh I don’t knowwww*

“Hey.. that water from dinner is setting in.. I’m getting really desperate now.. please, I really really gotta go ? ”

“Aw, you poor thing.. you must be so desperate by now! But you haven’t leaked yet, have you?”

“Miraculously, I haven’t… but I probably will soon! Please let me go”

“I’m glad to hear you haven’t leaked yet! I think you’re gonna be okay. You’re just gonna have to hold it a little longer, okay? At least until everyone is in bed. Let me know when that happens, then we’ll discuss getting you some relief. No leaks! good luck ? ”

*aghh nghh fuck.. I don’t think I can do this *

9:00- At this point, my bladder was so full, I was constantly putting forth effort just to keep the pee from spurting out, squirming, grabbing myself, I couldn’t even think straight. I thought about reading, but I couldn’t possibly concentrate on it, being so desperate. I thought about trying to play LoZ again, but I felt the need to hold myself about 1/3 of the time, and I knew I was gonna need to hold myself as much as possible if I was going to make it for another hour or more. I finally settled on getting on youtube to try and pass the time. So there I sat for the next 30 minutes, holding myself, squirming, fidgeting, and doing everything I possibly can to alleviate the urge even just a little bit. Then my phone buzzed.

“Oh, and that last glass of water you were supposed to bring to your room after dinner? I want that finished before you text me again ? ”

FUCK

I really wished she would have just forgotten about that glass.. just like I had… Dammit. Now I had to go back downstairs and get that glass.

I stood up and gave the pee dance everything I had for a minute, just to try and get it all out of my system for the 2 minutes it would take to go down and get that glass. I took everything I had to stand up straight, keep my legs still, and go downstairs. I had to keep my composure solid as I walked through the living room to the kitchen (where I was still in view). I started pouring the water. I really thought that was going to break me. My breathing all but stopped while the water was flowing, and the stress that seeing it put on my bladder caused me to leak just one tiny little spurt.

*Shit shit shit! I’m leaking, standing 30 feet from my parents! *

I made a beeline back to my room, luckily without any more incidents. This was getting out of hand, I was so desperate. Once in private again, I did a full on pee dance.

After I had managed to calm my bladder down just a little (LITTLE) bit, I went back to watching youtube, this time with more squirming than last time, and a constant grip on myself, just to make sure there were no leaks.

*9:45… okay, just keep holding it, you can do it.. just don’t pee.. hold it, hold it, hold it*

*10:00.. okay, 1/3 of my glass is gone, so that’s good, and hopefully it won’t be too long until everyone’s in bed.. *

At about 10:10, I had to stand up and pace around the room, doing a pee dance and squirming and holding myself, I just needed to move around to take the edge off. 10:20 I sit down again.

*10:25 gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee aghh fuck I’m so desperate I have to pee NOW nghh…

Wait… no, they can’t.. are they watching a movie?? fuck I’m gonna piss myself *

*10:30 shit, I have to drink that water too nghhhh *

At this point, I finished off another 1/3 of my glass, and my bladder revolted. It cramped and squeezed and forced another spurt out before I could even reach down to stop it.

*10:40 Dammit! when are they gonna go to bed! I’m pissing myself over here! *

At 10:45 I finally heard them turn off the tv and start heading to bed. Meanwhile, I’m pacing around my room, bent over, squirming all over the place, holding myself with two hands, doing everything I can to hold onto just under 36 hours of boiling piss that’s just ready to explode.

With great effort, I pull one hand away to text her.

“Okay, they’re going to bed now, and I’m holding with two hands just to not piss myself! Please, I need to pee, now!”

10:50, I heard them close their door. Now I had the freedom to move about the house, as long as I was quiet, but that didn’t help me much, because I still didn’t have permission to pee!

*aghh fuck, the water *

So I finished my glass of water. This time I drank with one hand and held myself tightly with the other, and fortunately I was able to prevent any leaks, but not for a lack of trying on my bladder’s part. I was fit to burst, any moment now.

10:55: “Aw, someone really really needs a potty break now, huh? You poor thing.. but you can hold a little more for me, can’t you? You can ? ”

“No, I really can’t, I’m about to burst, please let me go!”

“Hmm I guess we’ll just see about that… Go downstairs bathroom and get on skype with me”

11:00- We started the skype call. These never end well for me..

H: aw, look at you, so desperate, squirming around.. you really need to go, don’t you?

M: Yes, I really do, please let me go

-At this point, I’m holding myself, my knees pressed tight together, bobbing up and down, breathing heavily

H: mmm not yet, I’m just starting to have fun. You can hold it for me a little longer, can’t you? 5 minutes?

M: i..I’m sorry, but n.no, I don’t think I can hold it another minute..

H: What’s that? Are you telling me no?

M: Agh.. i..I’m sorry, I mean.. Y..Yes ma'am, I’ll hold as l.long as you say..

-Trembling at this point, leaks threatening to burst through my fingers

H: That’s more like it ? Now, let’s try taking those hands away..

M: I ccan’t.. please.. I’ll pee..I..

H: Do it.

M: Y..yes ma'am..

-As soon as I release my grip, a large spurt bursts out, and I have to squirm and dance like crazy just to reduce it to a light drip

H: Stop that!

M: I’m t..trying

-I barely manage to gasp out. I’m so desperate I can barely breathe. With 36 hours of hot piss in my bladder, some of it keeps dribbling out, and all the squirming and dancing I can do can’t stop it

And that’s when I feel it.. that last drink I took from my glass of water.. It was choosing this moment to enter my bladder, and that was it. That was all I could take. I felt my already watermelon-sized bladder expand a bit more for just a second, I felt fuller than I had previously thought possible, and then the leaky dam burst. The dribble turned into spurts, into a stream, into a torrent, and next thing I know, I’m soaking from the waist down, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. After 36 hours, my bladder finally won.

H: Aw, you’re having an accident? You really did have to go didn’t you? tsk tsk.. It looks like you’re going to need some more practice controlling your bladder…

Via Kenn on Omorashi.org

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highlordofkrypton · 9 months ago

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the lighthouse, an au fanfic where orm is raised alongside arthur on the surface

Chapter 4

The role of a big brother is veeeeery important—it is the importantest, Arthur would say.

At night, when his baby brother cries, Arthur is always the first one in the room, climbing into his crib to rub his back soothingly and humming ‘Aloha Oe ’, a lullaby his father had sung to him when he was Orm’s age. In the day, he would practice picking Orm up and when that didn’t work, he would let his brother lay on him and listen to his heartbeat. Orm always gets quiet when he can lay against Arthur.

He wakes up this morning, bleary eyed and rubbing his face. He holds the banister on the way down, taking one step at a time very carefully. Tom Curry has never been good about baby proofing; children will learn their own way, and he always kept Arthur at his side until he was sure the boy could prove he could go down and up the stairs safely.

“Papa,” he calls, worried. His hair is a mess, each curl fighting to go in its own happy direction, a perfect mirror of Arthur’s sleep-starfishing. “Orm is not in his bed.” There’s a wibble to his tone, along with the mispronunciation of his brother’s name. Orm is a strange syllable for a boy of five, so it sounds a lot more than ‘Ohm’.

“Mhm,” Tom agrees. “He’s right here.”

Arthur blinks the sleep away and he lights up. Orm is here! He’s right here! Through his mother, he’s come to think that his brother being anywhere but his nursery is a bad thing—a terrible, horrible thing that he should be upset about. For the first few days of her arrival, she would not leave his side and her voice hitch frantically whenever his papa would move his brother without telling her.

(She was asleep, they were trying not to disturb her.)

“Orm!” Arthur shouts, going down the stairs even faster . He uses both hands to descend and turns his body sideways in hopes of achieving more speed. Then, he runs over to the high chair to greet his favourite brother in the whole wide world. “Hi, baby!”

Surface sounds still make Orm flinch, but he’s a lot easier to soothe once he’s startled. When it’s Arthur’s voice, Orm doesn’t seem to mind at all. He coos in excitement, smacking his little hands on the tray, making all the goldfish crackers jump and that seems to amuse him, too. He leans into Arthur’s touch when his brother caresses his head and gargles his approval. When Arthur steals a fishie, he laughs and watches eagerly, waiting for Arthur to eat another one. The ‘ cronch, cronch, cronch’ makes him so happy.

“What’s for brekkie, Art?”

Arthur slides into his chair, peering over the table that feels a little too high for him.

“Um,” he ponders, glancing at his brother’s crackers. “Cereal!”

He swings his feet, then scooches off the chair again. Growing babies need to keep learning. Tom has always emphasized the importance of learning something new every day, or practicing the things he already knows. He asks for a fork, then carefully brings it over to the kitchen table. He climbs back up into his chair and holds the fork up.

“Uncle Noody is gonna come show you this,” Arthur explains. “But a really, really big one.”

A couple of months after Atlanna’s disappearance, a man had appeared out of the sea. He had introduced himself as Nuidis Vulko, a close friend of Arthur’s mother. The name had been too difficult for an even younger Arthur to pronounce, and as such, ‘Uncle Noody’ was born. Now that he’s older, the name sticks, mostly because it gets a laugh out of his father every time.

“He’s gonna do the swish and the woosh, and the taka-taka-taka.” The fork is twisted and turned in a pale imitation of Vulko’s prowess with a trident. “And then, and then, he’s gonna show you how to do it too! When you’re big like me!” Arthur hasn’t quite mastered the art of balancing his trident, but he will, especially now that his brother will be watching!

The cereal bowl is placed before him and he holds his fork in one hand while spooning his food in the other. Orm reaches out, his tiny little fingers trying to grab at him. Arthur scoops up milk and sends the ‘airplane’ towards his brother.

“Open up, Ormie!”

“That’s too much sugar for the baby.”

“Is milk. Babies like milk.”

“I’ll heat up a bottle and you can feed him, but no cereal milk.”

“Okay,” Arthur agrees, but as soon as his father’s back is turned, he promises to sneak Orm some of the good stuff. Not today, but soon . (If he remembers, the attention span of a child often wanes and there are just too many things to show his brother.

“Papa?”

“Hmm?”

“Where’s mama?”

“She’s not feeling well today.” Tom’s voice carries a hint of caution. He hasn’t been able to explain what’s wrong with Atlanna aside from saying that she’s ‘sad’, but her sorrow is as deep as the sea itself, and it will take her time to heal from everything she has experienced. Arthur is a good boy; he doesn’t question his father more than that.

“Are we going to do brekkie in bed again?” Since his mama won’t leave her bed—because she needs rest to feel better—he will carry up her tray of food while his papa carries Orm and the orange juice. He isn’t strong enough to carry his brother who seems to be getting bigger by the day, but he’s happy that they’re all together when they have breakfast in bed.

“Yup, got the tray ready.”

“Can Ormie pick the flower today?”

“Mhm, when you’re done your cereal.”

Arthur eats his cereal so quickly he chokes on the milk and Tom has to smack him on the back to help him breathe.

“Slow down, kiddo. We’re not going anywhere without you.”

“Done!” He says, immediately after he finishes slurping every drop from his bowl.

Jumping out of his chair, he leads the way outside where the flowers grow. Arthur points out the white sea campions that reminded him of his mother’s armour and the vibrant red daylilies with yellow hearts. He watches Orm carefully, knowing exactly which flower his brother wants—a talent Tom has yet to acquire. (Sometimes, Tom thinks Arthur is making it up, but he trusts his son nevertheless.)

Together, they clip a single daylily and place it on Atlanna’s breakfast tray.

Step by step, Arthur climbs the stairs and his father flanks him with baby Orm in his arms to make sure his son’s alright carrying the food. Tom knocks softly on the bedroom door—the one he shares with Atlanna—before opening it. The three of them creep into the room quietly, sliding the tray onto Tom’s side of the bed along as laying Orm down. On some days, Atlanna welcomes them lethargically. On other days like today, she keeps her back turned to them and keeps sleeping.

Arthur climbs onto the bed, very gently, and kisses his mama’s temple.

“Love you, mama.”

#dc comics #aquafam #dc fanfic #aquaman #arthur curry #orm marius #atlanna #tom curry #ocean master #ao3 #fanfiction #ao3feed #my fic #the lighthouse

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nervousron · 2 years ago

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Chronological Lazlow Jones quotes and facts from Vice City, up to GTAV

22 year old radio intern Lazlow covers his eyes and hides in the corner when ladies enter the recording booth without their shirts

“Im 100% rebel. I got kicked out of school after the 12th grade, man” (for non-american readers, this would be university)

“Dont sell out. I never will”

“I am the master of darkness - that’s why my name’s Lazlow”

“Remember, Im going to be famous one day.”

Lazlow’s V-Rock Radio job application was sent in hand written calligraphy with a bouquet of flowers

Lazlow was in high school band

“I flunked school cuz im parkour”

He is pro gun and conservative

“How is that fair? I mean Im white, middle-class, very erudite -um, yknow, whatever that means- but people just respond badly to me, i don't understand it”

“-and you keep saying ‘im from the streets’, Yknow what dude? Everyone has a street in front of their house, that doesn't make you cool”

“Its kinda been a dream of mine to sleep with housewives…”

“I love your strap, you’re a great guy!”

Lazlow was tricked into joining the military briefly

Lazlow’s mom sent him to inversion and conversion therapy

“This is the west coast. I’m only into lesbians, man”

Lazlow breaking into tears when a caller continuously encourages Lazlow to shave his bush so his dick looks bigger

“Hanging upside down to sleep doesnt make you cool, or alternative. I know because I tried it”

A guy called in saying he moved from Hampshire and Lazlow told him his english was good and asked if it was hard getting used to the language

As of gta III Lazlow is married. As of IV he is divorced, balding, and has a mustache. His wife left him for his best friend after he brought home a heavily drugged woman for a threeway.

He used to look at his best friends dick when he was sleeping.

(About the Brittish)“I think they were speaking English before we were. I mean, the people here were speaking Cherokee and Shoshone.”

Lazlow gets upset when a man implies spanking kids is okay. He gets even more upset when he realizes the man doesn’t have kids and just wants to be spanked

“My father was strangely silent my whole childhood, which y’know, explains a lot”

“So you would MILK your grandmother like some kind of TEAR COW?”

Lazlow pushed a hotdog salesman’s head into a pot of boiled hot dog water and tried to drown him. This was a very cathartic experience for him.

“You stick your hand down a stripper's panties, yknow, and you discover a pair of balls. Well guess what baby? The bitch is back. But im not a bitch, Im a man. Uhh-”

Lazlow was regularly caught kissing men backstage at concerts in the 80s

Lazlow mentions its easier to spike women’s drinks with GHB in Liberty City than Vice City

“Go play sudoku and die peeing on yourself”

“You’re not my type. I prefer unconscious chicks or milfs with stretch marks”

Lazlow has tried blogging, being in porn, vinewood, working glory holes, and taking "facefulls of pills" to be happy.

“dude. Can you really not rub your junk and talk about schools. Dude. dude.”

“And you just wish that ONCE you could share a bed with someone who wouldnt get creeped out by the pictures of my ex wife on the nightstand”

“You can catch an STD! From a Him/Her!”

Lazlow bites strangers when he’s mad

“Im a RAGING heterosexual”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Y’know, I’ve worn some panties. Its not weird if a chick asks you to do it. Then its hot”

He begs strangers on the street to watch him windmill his dick online.

“This mustache once got me laid. Yeah, Yeah.”

“Isnt there one where theres a cup and two girls…”

He accosts Fred Armisen in the street. Fred is somehow much worse than Lazlow.

“DUR DUR DUR text message. EL OH EL”

“You’ll NEVER get to experience the 80s”

“For once, Lazlow is not getting bummed. I’M doing the bumming”

in Episodes From Liberty City, Lazlow’s mother and step-father pay for his radio show and he lives in their home. He hates his step-dad and new step-sisters

“Im the g-spot of radio”

“I’m here to stay. Like the national debt. or syphilis.”

Lazlow’s brother is a tv producer

Lazlow promised $2 to a man to follow him down the street with a saxophone to set atmosphere for his radio show

“I’ve really gotta spread my scent right now. And by that, I mean pee”

Lazlow’s step-dad is a mortician

Lazlow is pro choice, but only because he doesnt want to be a hypocrite

Lazlow’s sister was supposedly kidnapped. He claims he did not personally murder her.

“Nicaragua. Which is a company that sells nicotine… water”

“Do have a second for gay rights?” “Okay, a second. Sometimes five minutes if I’m drunk and nobody’s looking”

Lazlow makes his intern follow him with a camera and pretend to be paparazzi. It backfires.

Lazlow got hairplugs some time between IV and V

Lazlow invented podcasting

“It’s not molesting if they’re ugly. Trust me, i’ve been doing it for years”

“Molesting is when they’re human and cant complain, or dont like peanut butter on their junk. Those sheep wouldnt have complained if they COULD have. They were loving it!”

Lazlow’s intern tells everyone at the gay bar that Laz wants to get railed by three guys. Lazlow, not understanding spanish, is very excited by the attention.

Lazlow knows space facts off the top of his head

Lazlow Wants to cum in zero G

He has a grandma fetish

Lazlow talks about his experience of getting pissed on by groups of strange men

Lazlow is "Left wing", but only because he doesnt want to be fired

Through tears “I dont understand valleys or clouds, it sounds like a nursery rhyme”

Lazlow told the press Michael "molested (him) into cutting his hair"

Lazlow got roofied at his Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting

Through tears “Tony? Can we hug? Please? You shouted at me a lot… And Tony? I dont think you can say ‘Gay Tony’ anymore, it’s not PC, the internet will go crazy”

Lazlow spins records at kids birthdays

“He wants me to beatbox, i’m gonna fuckin get LAAIIDDD”

“One more scandal will ruin me. I’m WOKE now”

#lazlow jones #grand theft auto #gtav facts #im working on replies i promise #but i listened to all his dialogue at work today so. lazlow time

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darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght · 11 months ago

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Chapter 7- Part 17

This…isn’t how this was supposed to go, but I guess it’s time for-

Step 3 (2.5, now?): Bloom! (This was supposed to be Summer, but without that Defense drop from Screech, Razor Leaf won’t do as much now)

Bloom can still tank Electric-type attacks and outspeed Electrode as well, so now it’s time for Growth gaming! Mega Drain should help undo some of the sting from Charge Beam or whatever other moves it throws at us…like SONIC BOOM…AGAIN…

It’s fine, it’s fine, just Mega Drain the pain away-

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?

youtube

Shoot, it’s probably gonna use Explosion now, Bloom can’t take that, and I need him for whatever Julia’s final Pokémon is! Uh- maybe Summer will be fine-?

Nope, it didn’t explode at all! It just used Charge Beam again to boost itself to even MORE ridiculous levels!

Wait- WAIT! BLOOM OUTSPED! Even if it was going to use Explosion, Bloom would have knocked it out beforehand! I didn’t need to sacrifice Summer at all! DANGIT!

Well, Bloom can still finish the job, but…its Ability is probably gonna be Aftermath, isn’t it? Can Bloom take that at that HP?

Well, all of our other Pokémon are down, so…we don’t have a choice. Maybe the tiny, miniscule HP he’ll get from Mega Drain will save him? Or maybe its Ability isn’t Aftermath? Only one way to see, here we go…!

…Oh, it…didn’t blow up at all…? Huh- okay, I guess Aftermath really wasn’t its Ability then. A bit strange, but…I’ll take it.

(Future edit: No. No, I checked after all of this, and Julia’s Electrode does have Aftermath as its Ability. But see, what I didn’t know about how Aftermath works until now is that it only activates if the move that knocked the Pokémon out is a physical one. Glare’s Bite from earlier? Physical move, so it activated the Voltorb’s Aftermath. But Bloom’s Mega Drain here? Special move, so Electrode’s Aftermath didn’t go off. Uh…get outplayed, Julia…?)

Okay, final Pokémon, final Pokémon, what could it possibly be…!?

…Oh. Oh yeah, she did lead with a Minun, it would…make sense for her to have a Plusle too…

Well! Let’s heal up with a Potion before anything, then hit it with a Mega Drain!

You can Nuzzle him all you want, Plusle, but with a Mega Drain or two, this battle is…!

OVER!

“ALREADY”!? That was, like, forty-five minutes for me!

Finally…oh, at long last, and not a moment too soon because Bloom ended up leveling a bit more than expected at the end there.

…Uh…thanks, Julia, very descriptive explanation indeed.

I’m sorry, “TMX”? That’s…oh! Is that this game’s Hidden Machine replacement? It better be, if it isn’t, I’m gonna be very unhappy!

Ooooh, Charge Beam! Now we can be incredibly dangerous with this! And I know just the Pokémon to use it on…as soon as she evolves and becomes part Electric-type at her next level-up.

Um-? Goodnight? Hello-? Is she…sleeping in here?

What the-? First the alley guy, now her? Does anyone in Reborn City own a bed!? Or at least a sleeping bag!? Does…Does Xera own either of those…? Where has she been sleeping between all of this? Or has she just not slept at all in, like, the three days she’s been in this city?

Questions about the sleeping arrangements in this city aside…we did it! We beat the first Gym, and on the first try too! And our team is looking completely- um…

W-Well…they’ll be fine, as soon as we go to the Pokémon Center. They all did great anyways! Thank goodness I’m not doing a Nuzlocke…

And look at that!

Look at the Volt Badge sitting pretty with Xera’s card, it’s beautiful! I can’t believe we did that on the first attempt- I doubt the rest of the Gyms will be like that, but I can celebrate the achievement now, at least!

Now, let’s get to the Pokémon Center and put an end to-

…Why is…why is Victoria here…? Why is one of our rivals here? She’s not…she’s not gonna challenge us, right…?

No, no no no…Victoria, Victoria no, no battle please, PLEASE NO BATTLE PLEASE-

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sixpossumsinatrenchcoat · 1 year ago

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The things we leave behind: MISERY

In part 4 (of 6) of my post-true end Headspace AU, Hero grapples with his past. Sunny grapples with Omori. (Hero & Sunny's siblinghood is very important to me!!!! So you can expect this one to be silly & sad in equal measure.) You can start from Chapter 1 here: ao3.org/works/45213322/chapters/113743957

MISERY

Omori isn’t on his laptop this time. He’s not drawing in his sketchbook, either. He’s sitting very still with both arms wrapped around his knees, staring at Sunny the same way you’d look at a spider that just spun its web over your bed.

Sunny stares back at him. “Are you going to stab me again?”

“I won’t apologize,” Omori says, without heat. He doesn’t look angry. He just looks tired.

“That’s not what I asked.”

Omori doesn’t answer. He just stands up and slouches to the door.

###

They find Hero in the classroom in the depths of Sprout Mole Village.

He doesn’t look very comfortable. Which makes sense. The desks here were built for sprout moles, and sprout moles rarely grow much taller than a terrier. Whereas Hero is six terriers tall, at least.

He couldn’t even fit into a chair. He’s just sitting on the ground with his legs sticking out and his knees kinked up like a cricket’s. The pencil he’s using is basically a toothpick. It’s a miracle that he can write without snapping it in half.

“Hero,” Sunny says calmly.

—The toothpick snaps.

“Sunny??” Hero beckons him over, frantic. “Quick, find a desk before the teacher gets back. I can’t believe I forgot the exam was today; I haven’t screwed up this bad since I was—ugh—I don’t think I’ve ever screwed up this bad. But you still have—” He checks his watch. “Oh my god. Six minutes? That’s not even enough to scrape a passing grade. Oh my god, I’m really not going to graduate. I’m going to be a 26-year-old high schooler. I was supposed to take the boards next year and now they’re going to laugh me out of—”

“Hero,” Sunny says again.

“Shh!” He darts a nervous glance toward the front of the classroom, but the coast is still clear. “What?”

“You already graduated.”

“I did? I… did. Yeah. I did, didn’t I? So why am I—” Realization dawns. “Oh. I’m… dreaming?”

Sunny nods.

“Oh.” Hero tries to stand up, but only manages to bang his knee on the underside of his ridiculously tiny desk. “Well. Good.”

“Hero.”

“What?”

“Your nightmares are really lame.”

“They’re not always like this!” Hero says defensively. “I’m under a lot of stress!”

“Okay.” Whatever helps him sleep at night. “Now come with me.”

Hero looks suspicious. “What? Why?”

“Because I’m asking.”

“Oh, alright,” he sighs. “Just let me get through this page, or I’m never going to—”

“You already graduated.”

“Shit. I mean—shoot. I mean—ugh. Okay. Yeah. I guess let’s just go.”

###

Sunny doesn’t bother with the details. Hero’s brain is very good at rebooting to factory settings. Even if Sunny tried to explain, he’d probably get halfway only to turn around and find Hero trying to take another exam. More efficient to cut to the chase.

“Someone needs your help,” he says.

Hero straightens up. “Someone’s hurt?”

“Nnn…maybe?” Sunny thinks about it. “No. I don’t know. Probably not physically.”

“Oh,” Hero says, frowning. “Well. Who is it?”

Sunny hesitates. He doesn’t like to lie, but the only person who Hero isn’t interested in helping is Hero. “Tell you later.”

Hero rolls his eyes, but he stops asking questions.

###

Hero seems strangely at ease keeping company with two Sunny’s. He doesn’t even ask any questions. But as they close in on the nearest Pluto stop, he finally hesitates.

“Hey, Sunny?” He looks between Sunny to Omori. “Uh. Whichever Sunny, I guess. What is it you need me to do, exactly? I can do a better job if I know what to expect.”

Sunny frowns. He isn’t sure how to explain it. It would be easier if he knew what was going on with Headspace Hero. But it doesn’t look like Omori is planning on clearing that up anytime soon. “Um. Have you ever played Persona 4?”

“What? No. What is that, a computer game?”

Wow. What year is it again? Then again, it’s not really a surprise. Hero’s schedule doesn’t leave a lot of space for dungeon crawling. And besides. The fourth installment iterated on the formula in a lot of mechanically practical ways, but it was also… really homophobic. Like. Pretty distractingly homophobic. And don’t get Sunny started on their clumsy attempt at a trans narrative.

“Sunny?” Hero says again.

“Mh?”

“Why do you ask?”

What? Oh. “Don’t worry about it.”

“So… that’s not why you need my help?”

Sunny gives him a scathing look. “Like you could help me with a videogame.”

“Of course he can,” Omori cuts in, unexpectedly. It’s the first thing he’s said since they picked up Hero. “Hero can do anything.”

“Hah!! Wow. Aw, Sunny, what happened?” When he reaches out to ruffle Omori’s hair, Omori actually lets him. “You used to be such a sweet kid.”

Sunny frowns. No, he didn’t. “No I didn’t.”

“Pfft,” Hero snorts. “Yeah. I guess you were always a brat.”

Omori’s gone quiet again. He’s watching them with an expression that Sunny’s never seen on him, or maybe anyone. It’s bitter. Resigned. Sort of like envy, but from someone who’s already accepted that they’re never going to get what they want.

Sunny’s head tilts. “...Omori?”

That seems to break the spell. Omori flinches, then turns coldly away. “Just don’t fall behind.”

###

They catch a ride on Captain Kel’s spaceship, presumably to save time. It couldn’t be because Hero’s already wheezing just from the climb out of Sprout Mole Village. Omori has many talents, but 'consideration for others’ has never been one of them.

“Hah HAH!!!” the captain shouts, once Sunny’s clambered up the rope ladder and onto the deck. “Welcome aboard, mateys!! Where are we headed?”

Sunny has no idea. But he’s glad to see Kel back in the troposphere.

He’s even gladder when two fluffy pink ears pop up from behind the steering wheel. Headspace Aubrey is looking cuter than ever with her hair pulled back in a hot-pink ponytail and two long, candy-colored ears twitching overhead. Sunny resists the urge to pat her like a puppy. He's not looking to get stabbed again.

“Are you stupid or something?” Bunbrey demands, whacking the tricorn hat clear off of Kel’s head. “Obviously we’re going to go save Hero! Look, Omori even brought his wrinkly old clone!” She stops to frown critically at the real Hero, who's finally dragged himself onto the deck. "Why do you look so tired? Mari says you have to get enough sleep, or else your brain won't grow right. And it's bad for your skin. Mari said."

“Hhh,” Hero wheezes.

“HaHAH!!” Kel bellows, not dampened in the slightest. “First Mate Spaceboy!! Chart a path… to adventure!!!”

Aubrey wrinkles her nose at him. “First Mate Spaceboy, chart a path to the Deep Well, please. Thank you.”

###

The Last Resort has grown since Sunny saw it last. It’s less like a casino you’d find outside a gas station on the border of Nevada, and more like a casino you’d find on the strip in Las Vegas. Flashing lights, bustling crowds. Glittering fountains cascading to the rhythm of syrupy-smooth jazz. Huge, roving spotlights that cast the whole seafloor in azure and gold.

When Omori moves to disembark, Captain Kel and Bunbrey follow close behind. But before they can step onto the ladder, Omori pops back into view and shakes his head.

“What!!!” Captain Kel sputters. “Why!!!”

“We’re not looking for a fight,” Omori says calmly. “And you’ve still got that lifetime ban.”

Bunbrey stamps her feet. “But I wanna help!!!”

“Then keep the engine running.”

###

The first floor still throngs with Gator Guys, but they’re not primed to attack. Now they’re just running the tables—and, clearly, raking in the clams. Running a blackjack table must be a lot more profitable than picking fights with random children.

Omori doesn’t stop to play the slots. He beelines for the elevator and doesn’t slow down till they reach the colossal door to Jawsum’s reception office. Sunny can hear someone talking on the other side of the door. It’s a high voice, a little nasal and a lot familiar.

“Hello? Please hold. Hello? Please hold. Hello? Oh, yes, Mr. Dino, sir, the Chairman is ever-so-excited to speak with you! Please hold for just a teensie moment and I’ll transfer you to his direct line.”

Omori throws the door back and stomps through, with Sunny close on his heels.

When he sees who’s manning the desk, Sunny stops short. It’s Sweetheart. Sweetheart is Jawsum’s new receptionist. She's tied her twintails up into a pair of puffy space buns, and swapped the ballgown for a powder-pink button-down with a sailor collar and a neat pencil skirt. But it is very much still Sweetheart. When the door swings open, she looks up with a wide, vacuous smile, which quickly turns into a glare.

“You again,” she says coldly, to Omori in particular. “What is it this time?”

“I have an appointment.”

She looks down at her schedule and grimaces. “Ugh. So you do. I suppose you think that means that I’m going to let you through.”

Sunny did think that, yes.

“Well, I won’t! Children are disgusting. And you carry all sorts of diseases. The Chairman is a very busy man. Far too busy for horrible little rats like you.”

Omori looks nonplussed.

Sunny looks to Hero, who rakes a hand through his hair and sighs. “Right. Okay. Um, excuse me, miss—” He stops to read her nameplate. “Miss… Sweetheart. We really need to speak with the—”

(Chairman, Sunny mouths.)

“—the Chairman, if it isn’t too much trouble. We don’t mind waiting! Or if you’re understaffed, maybe I could give you a hand? I know how it is to work too many hours.” He smiles at her, disarmingly rueful. “It’s okay if there’s nothing you can do. Honest! I’d hate to make your life any harder than it has to be. But if there’s anything I can do to help, to—take something off your plate, or…”

Sweetheart’s eyes narrow, but her heart-shaped mouth curves up.

“Well, aren’t you charming,” she says sourly. “Hmph. I suppose I could make an exception, just this once.”

“You’d do that for us?” Hero leans across the counter to give her a heartbreakingly genuine smile. “Wow. You’ve really made my day. If you ever need a favor, you know who to call.”

Sweetheart was already weak to Hero when he was a barefoot 16-year-old in pajamas. She never stood a chance. “Ohhh, just—go on already!! Just keep it short. The Chairman is a very busy man.”

###

Before going inside, Sunny grabs Omori by the elbow. “Is this going to be a fight?”

“Who cares.”

“Oh,” Hero says, a little sheepish. “Um. I guess I do? I, uh. Don’t really fight.”

“It’s fine,” Omori grits out. “It’s— You’ll be fine. You can… trust me.”

Sunny’s eyebrows go up. He’s never seen Omori act that accommodating for anyone. It’s sort of unsettling, actually.

But Hero just smiles. “Thanks, Sunn— Oh, I’m sorry. Sunny called you something different, didn’t he? What do you like to be called?”

Omori looks surprised, and then strangely despondent. “...It doesn’t matter. Let’s just get this over with.”

###

Jawsum’s office room has undergone some renovations since the last time Sunny saw it. The whimsical porthole windows are gone, along with the steering wheels above the doors. Now it’s all black glass and smoothly varnished wood. And it’s immaculate. There isn’t a speck of dust or sneaker-scuff or spiderweb to be seen. It looks sterile. Clean. Modern, but in the stripped-down, Apple Store sense of the word.

The desk is still enormous, though. And the chair. The chair looks about big enough to live in.

When Omori clears his throat, that colossal office chair spins around to face him. From where Sunny’s standing, it looks like it’s empty. But when he stretches onto his toes, he can see a few tufts of dark brown hair.

—Oh. It’s not Jawsum. It’s Hero. (The other Hero.)

Headspace Hero leaps to his feet, hurrying around the desk to clasp Omori’s hand in both of his. “Omori! What a pleasant surprise! Did you change your mind about that job offer?”

“No.”

“Haha, hey, I hear ya! Just keep sleeping on it! It’s a great opportunity, you know. Something like this could really put you on the right track.” The Chairman smiles wide, baring a mouthful of dagger-sharp teeth. “There’s nothing wrong with a little nepotism, Omori. I could cut you one hell of a deal.”

He must have outgrown the pajamas. This Hero is sharply dressed in a pinstriped three-piece suit. His shiny silver cufflinks are set with real amethysts, and his once-messy hair is slicked back from his face. He looks like the Wolf of Wall Street. Like a shark that crawled out of the ocean and started selling car insurance.

“And who’s this, now!” Bossman Hero prowls forward, pacing a full circle around Sunny and Hero before giving Omori a sly smile. “Omori, you scamp! Is this some kind of prank? It’s very funny, of course, but you really shouldn’t make an appointment for something like this.”

Omori huffs a breath. “Kel’s back,” he says shortly. “From space.”

“Great!! Wonderful!! That’s wonderful to hear!! It’s dangerous up there.”

“Aubrey, too. She was hoping to see you.”

“Sure, sure, of course! I’d love to see her! I should have some availability in, let’s see… Sweetheart!”

“Yes, Mr. Chairman?” Materializing at his elbow to give Omori a snide smile.

“Where’s there space on my schedule, darlin’?”

“Not for a few weeks yet, I’m afraid,” she says sweetly. “No further commitments till the merger goes through, you said, Mr. Hero. You made me promise.”

“Right, right, the merger!!” Bossman Hero turns to clasp Omori’s hand in both of his. “Omori. I’m so glad to see you doing so well. Playing, and… pulling pranks, and all that. But we all have to grow up sometime. It was fun, going on adventures with everyone! Sometimes I wish we could have stayed like that forever. But there comes a time when you have to leave those childish things behind.”

“Childish things like your brother?” Omori asks coldly.

“I offered him a position,” the Chairman shrugs. “He just needs to apply himself.”

“And like Aubrey.”

“That girl’s got a good head on her shoulders! You just wait. She’ll come around.”

Omori doesn’t say anything, but his shoulders droop. He looks smaller, somehow, than when they first arrived. Sunny’s never seen him look so young. Like a little kid who found out that his parents won’t be home for Christmas. If Sunny didn’t know better, he’d say that Omori’s feelings were hurt.

But that’s impossible.

Sunny knows how it feels to be Omori. In a fairly real sense, Sunny’s been Omori. He spent years of his life hiding in the recesses of Omori’s subconscious mind. So he knows firsthand that Omori doesn’t get his feelings hurt. Omori was made to feel nothing. A living exoskeleton, immunized against hurt and hate and heartbreak. Emotions wash over Omori and then fall cleanly away, like water off a duck’s back. He only feels sad if it gives him the advantage in a fight.

But even so… the way he looks—

Before he can stop himself, Sunny’s already stepped between them. “What about Mari. Is she just something you outgrew?”

He’s braced for anger, or aggression outright. But Boss Hero doesn’t flinch. It’s more like he… flickers. For just a second, Sunny can see straight through him. Like someone walking past a projector.

—Then the image stutters, and the Chairman is back. Sunny’s eye narrows. A hologram.

“Look,” Bossman Hero says earnestly, sidestepping Sunny to give Omori a firm pat on the shoulder. “I love ya, kid, I really do. I’m always glad to see you. But I’m fine! There’s no need to worry. It’s just… not a good time.”

“Right,” Omori mutters.

Sunny’s still scanning the room. No matter where he looks, he can’t see the projector. But then— “Where is it projected from?”

The Chairman’s smile sharpens. “Respectfully, Omori, I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

Omori shakes himself off and turns back toward the door. “Come on,” he tells Sunny and (the real) Hero. “This is all we can do from here.”

“Give Kel a firm handshake for me, eh?” Bossman Hero calls after him. “And tell Aubrey that offer still stands!”

###

“Why is he being like that?” Sunny asks quietly, on the way out of the Chairman’s office. He’s never seen the real Hero act like that. All forced smiles and lying eyes, like he’s never been sad a day in his life.

Hero winces. “R-Right. I guess you weren’t there for that part.”

But that explains literally nothing. Sunny just stares, waiting for an explanation.

It doesn’t take long. “Well. Uh. I guess he… probably thinks he’s just being responsible. That he’s got to hold it together, for everyone’s sake. So he won’t be a burden, or… make anyone worry.”

“But they’re still worried.” Probably more worried than if Boss Hero wasn’t pretending to be fine.

“...Yeah.”

Sunny sighs. “You should never do your hair like that.”

“It looked bad, huh?”

“It looked bad.”

###

When the office door swings open, Sunny finds himself nose-to-nose with a tyrannosaurus rex in shutter shades.

“Haha, heya, Boss! It’s great to—” Dino lowers his shades. “Oh, it’s you kids. Hey, kids!”

“Go get hit by a meteor,” Omori spits.

Dino shakes his head. “Not cool.”

“Sorry about him,” Hero says, cringingly. “It’s been a long night. Um… Best of luck with your pitch!”

###

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” Sweetheart says snootily, as they shuffle past her desk.

Sunny absolutely did not. From the look on his face, Omori didn’t, either. But Hero’s a little more cooperative.

“Haha, yeah. More or less. Thanks a lot for your help, though. Really! We really appreciate it. Especially at such a stressful time.” His face darkens a little as he glances back toward the Chairman’s office. “...I don’t get it. What’s the deal with this merger? How could it be more important than his family?”

Sweetheart gives him a suspicious stare. Hero smiles back at her, guileless.

Confronted with his obvious good nature, Sweetheart softens. "The Chairman is an exceptional specimen,” she tells him kindly. “It’s his hand at the helm which keeps this whole place afloat, you know. He sees the big picture. Much, much bigger than your tiny, insignificant lives. You couldn’t begin to understand.”

“Haha, yeah. For sure. Makes sense.”

Sunny has bigger fish to fry. “What’s the point?” he asks bluntly. Why would Boss Hero even want to buy the Food Pyramid? The Orange Oasis is all the way on the other side of Headspace, far to the west and a million miles overhead. And it’s not like they can move it.

“Hmph! If you must know, the Chairman intends to leverage their resources. Mr. Dino’s excavation equipment is of exemplary quality.”

“Hero’s digging?” Omori asks sharply. “For what?”

Sweetheart turns her nose up at him. “Well! I don’t believe that’s any of your business. Now, if you’re quite finished, I believe it’s long past time for you children to leave. Unless you’d prefer to be forcibly removed?”

“We were just leaving!” Hero says hastily, shepherding Sunny and Omori toward the entrance.

Omori really must have a soft spot for Hero. He doesn’t even brush him off.

###

The End of the Highway used to be vacant. Lightless and utterly noiseless. It wasn’t just that it was too dark to see—it’s more like there was nothing to see. Even shadows couldn’t survive in that absolute vacuum.

But times have changed.

The last few miles of highway have been swallowed up by the Chairman’s dig site, a glittering tangle of steel girders and bulldozers and crocodiles in bright-yellow hard hats. Drill rigs the size of skyscrapers tower over the asphalt, making the toll gates look like kid’s toys. The whole space is lit with harsh, industrial-grade floodlights, like the kind they use for baseball stadiums and indoor basketball courts. (Not that Sunny does a lot of sporting. But he does grudgingly turn up for some of Kel’s games. It's nice to support your friends' passions, even when your friends' passions are really boring.)

Security is way, way up. It’s not just a bunch of underpaid gators who’ll look the other way for the right price. The whole dig site is fenced off with miles of barbed wire and sparking steel. Sunny can see signs posted every ten-or-so feet. DANGER!! HIGH VOLTAGE!! KEEP AWAY!! STAY BACK!!

“Aw,” Hero says, though he doesn’t look too upset. “Sorry, guys. Looks like it’s a no-go.”

“We’re going,” Omori says flatly.

Hero blinks. “But… it’s private property. And it looks like they’re pretty serious. Look, they’re even checking ID.”

It’s true. The only entrance in sight is ridiculously well-guarded, with CCTV and a barcode scanner and everything.

Sunny waits for Omori to say something scathing about rule-followers, or how fences are made to be vaulted. But Omori just shakes his head. “We’re going.”

“Uhh,” Hero says. “I mean. Do you… have any ideas?”

Omori just glares at his feet. Which means that he probably doesn’t.

Sunny chews his lip. If they found a suit, maybe Hero could pose as the Chairman? The color palette is off, but crocodiles aren’t known for their color vision. Though the teeth are a dead giveaway. It’d only work if Hero kept his mouth shut. Is Hero even capable of holding a conversation without any ingratiating smiles?

Sunny nearly jumps out of his skin when a low, rattling whisper rings out from directly behind him.

“Are you kids lost?” It’s not a nice voice. It’s sharp and scratchy and a little bit nasal, like peeling apart a strip of velcro. “Looks like you could use some directions.”

The stranger is dressed like a detective from a cheap paperback, in a long canvas trenchcoat and a fedora that hides their eyes. Their teeth are the same sickly yellow as their hair. And it’s weird… As far as Sunny knows, he made this place, and everyone in it. But he’s never seen this person in his life.

To his surprise, Omori seems to relax. “Yes.”

“Uhuhu,” the stranger chuckles. “Come to face your regrets, eh, Dreamer? All those forgotten things, buried in the deep, deep dark… But nothing stays hidden forever.”

“Obviously,” Omori says impatiently. “Do you know the way or not?”

###

Sunny knows Headspace. He charted its peaks and caverns and hidden crannies before Omori even had to exist. Sunny scaled the peaks of Otherworld while he waited for the lunch bell, and plumbed the depths of the Deeper Well on the bus home from school. He thought he’d seen every inch of this place. He’d sort of thought that he made every inch of this place.

But he’s never seen anywhere like this.

The Abyss is just as black as Black Space. But it feels more… solid, somehow? Fundamentally more real. Black Space is erratic, chaotic. It’s fear unbounded by form. Illogical. Implacable. Jagged splinters of color and sound, eyeless and still staring staring staring. Whispering all the things you couldn’t make yourself forget.

Whereas the Abyss is… well. It’s not not a nightmare. It’s certainly dark enough. Black as pitch and squirming with monsters. Lurching, limping shadows with a thousand staring eyes. The floor absorbs the faintest footfall, so every step is soundless. It makes Sunny feel sort of ghostly, like maybe he isn't really here at all. Like maybe he’s still utterly alone.

—But it isn’t his nightmare. That’s the part that’s weird. It’s terrifying, but in a broader sense of the word. It’s dark, but Sunny doesn’t really mind the dark. It’s claustrophobic, but Sunny always liked enclosed spaces. They make him feel small and safe.

But if the Abyss isn’t his, then… whose nightmare is this?

…Is it even possible that it’s Omori’s?

Sunny isn’t sure. Omori was supposed to be part of him. An only slightly unconventional trauma response, gifted with a name and a face and a dark sense of humor. But if that’s the case, then how could Omori have fears that aren’t Sunny’s?

Sunny doesn’t know.

###

The deeper they descend, the colder it gets. Sunny starts shivering on level two. When they clamber down another elevator, Hero slips out of his sweater and pulls it over Omori’s head.

“What about me?” Sunny complains.

“You’re an adult.”

“(A cold adult.)”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hero snorts. “Let me just take the sweater off the back of the literal child so you can warm up. Is that what you want?”

“Maybe.”

“Pfft. Well, don’t hold your breath.”

Omori has been watching the exchange with the same inscrutable expression he was wearing when they first picked up Hero. But now he lunges forward with his knife drawn. “Get ba—”

—He’s too late. The monster’s already closed in.

It’s one of those shambling, whimpering shadows, ink-black with a thousand staring eyes. Another broken-mirror splinter of Mari, born of dread and poisoned by shame. The sight still turns Sunny’s stomach. But he knows that’s not really his sister. Mari lost her patience sometimes, but she would never hurt him. She loved him. And she’s dead.

“…ny…” the creature whispers. “…S…orr…y… Sunny… I’m… sorr…”

Omori winds up for a swing. But before he can land the hit, Hero throws himself between them.

“No!!” he shouts, his voice cracking halfway. Omori has to windmill his arms to keep from slashing him in half. “D-Don’t—!!”

“Lo…ve… you…” the monster whimpers. “…so…rry… love you… sorry…”

It’s still apologizing as it rears back and kicks out with two wickedly pointed hooves. Sunny barely manages to yank Hero out of the way before it can crack his skull like an egg. Ugh. Out of all the people Sunny loves, Hero is maybe the only one who’s even more useless in this place than he is.

In the background, Omori’s recovered his balance. He slams a fist against the cave wall and a torrent of Red Hands shatters through the ground under the monster, smashing it flat against the ceiling. Then he whips around to glare at Hero. “What was that?”

Hero gapes for a second, wordless, before he remembers to answer. “I—don’t know. Fuck. Sorry, I’m really sorry, that was so stupid, I just— For a second, I thought…”

For a terrifying three seconds, Sunny thinks he’s going to have to intervene. And then, for the millionth time tonight, Omori huffs a breath and turns away.

“Whatever. Just don’t get in my way.”

###

Four ladders deeper, the air glitters with cold. The luminescence from the lichen on the walls shines in every mote of vapor. Sunny can see his breath turn white. Each exhale is a tiny puff of phosphorescence, like moonlight on snow.

Hero’s breath glimmers, too. But Omori’s is dark. Like the breath in him is cold. Like he’s not alive at all. When he notices Sunny watching, he glares.

“Stay quiet,” he mutters. “We’re close.”

You can read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45213322/chapters/127613875

Or start from chapter one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45213322/chapters/113743957

#omori fanfic #omori spoilers #headspace AU #omori hero #omori sunny #heromari

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elrianarseid · 2 years ago

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New Year, New Resolution

Harmony's cast and how they enjoy New Year, alongside some difficulties.

Michael runs back to the cabin, overjoyed like little kid after getting balloon, decorative tape and many more to put the cabin in a festive mood. Since he— and every other person there never celebrate new year for reasons unknown, he's determined to make everyone happy.

"Um... Since the storage room is barely used, I'll prepare everything there. This will make a great surprise!" He exclaimed to himself.

At the other side of the cabin unseen by him however, Elrian heard the whole thing and only smiles. *Too bad I know of this already, but I'll also do my best to surprise you, Mike.* He thought to himself. He quietly move out before anyone sees him, and started on his own plan.

"Hey, Vi, don't you think El and Mike is acting strange these days? They seems to avoid us, you know?" A girl asked to Vi, or her actual name Victoria because their partner is barely seen by both of them. Victoria only shook her head, uninterested with the topic. She then said that it's the boys own businesses and they shouldn't intervene. The girl pout at that answer before giving up and decided to clean the cabin.

Aurora watches over the frozen lake, still as clear as its regular state. She chose to stay outside because she's used to the cold, and also because she's the only one to be able to communicate to nature. She lets a bird to stay on her shoulder and even wrap it in her palm to keep it warm. She has her suspicion regarding the boys action past few days, but keep quiet about it because it doesn't threaten anyone. She kinda hoped that they'll do something fun for everyone.

Elrian is lurking in and out from and to the kitchen, making sure no one seen or caught him preparing for special dishes he thought of. He feels anxious because Sylvia is nowhere to be seen, and he can't feel her aura if she decided to conceal herself. He decided to stop for the day and peek at Michael regarding his progression.

"Hm-mm! Everything is done! Now, I have to find a way to send them off unsuspiciously, so I can put all these at the room. But how... Ah! We're really running out on firewood and training dummies, so I can told them to get some for me. Yep, perfect!" Michael exclaimed loudly inside the storage room. Elrian smiled gently at that sight, thinking that Michael can be cute at times. He slowly sneaks away to let him be.

"Okay, then. He's done with everything, so we should give everything we got!" Elrian yelled inside the kitchen to pump himself up. He nimbly move around the cabinet full of food material, and quickly took them out one by one. Sylvia suddenly knock on the kitchen door, startling him.

"El, We're going out to buy supplies! Are you joining us?" She then proceed to open the door slowly, scaring him even more.

"It's okay! You can go, just have fun with everyone!" He quickly respond to try to hide his nervousness, but Sylvia catched up to it. She decided to let him be, hoping that he'll tell her what's going on before finally leaving the cabin. Elrian lets out sigh of relief and started to work again on the dish. His movement were elegant yet practical, and he shows his true extent to work on the best meals he will make for the occasion.

"And done! It's almost time, so I'll just hide it for now until Mike done with decorations. Let's pretend to sleep." He talk to himself once every foods is finished. He quietly snuck up to the bedroom and before long, he heard a familiar footstep moving nimbly to decorate the cabin. Elrian quietly smiles and went to bed.

The sun has almost set when Michael done with the decorations, and just in time for everyone to come back from restocking. Before the girls enter, Michael already turned off the lights. This gave Elrian time to put all the food at the table without him noticing.

"Guys... it's not funny. You better come out now or else." threaten Victoria, thinking that this is another one of unfunny prank Michael pulls. Suddenly, the lights got turned on and Michael exclaimed loudly at the center of the room.

"Surprise! Are you scared? Then sorry, I didn't think that far, hehe~" He said it playfully hoping for an opening to escape Victoria's lecture. What he got is a hard slap at the back though. Aurora only laughs at how harsh Victoria on Michael. Sylvia is confused however, because she didn't see Elrian anywhere until she found out a lot of food, still fresh at the table.

"Mike... Are you cooking?" She asked him.

"What? No, I don't have time for that... Whoa! Who made all of this?!" Michael look visibly confused, did not remember that he also cook or order the foods on the table. He suddenly heard a laugh from upstairs and he found Elrian, still giggling because he managed to surprise Michael.

"You look dumbfounded, you know? Anyway, that's my surprise, and sorry because I know your plans in advance~" he said it in the calmest voice possible, still holding his laugh. They only laughed it together at the end.

Aurora seems to enjoy the merry atmosphere, while Victoria focused on how Michael made all the decorations himself. From wreath, ribbon, and even the glittering wall. Sylvia decided to scold Elrian for keeping everything secret, but forgaves him at the end because he offers her her favorite raspberry cake. And Michael scarf down the whole menu at the table without hesitation. At the end, everyone is happy, so there's no need for the others to be mad forever.

They mightn't have the time for such a festive in the future, but they promised each of themselves so they will enjoy this world a bit more.

#project: harmony #elrian arseid #aurora reine #michael cheron #sylvia arisu #victoria rime #new year

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genshin-no-simp · 4 years ago

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Diluc x Reader - Birthday Boy (Smut)

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female)

Sexual conent below the cut

Warnings: semi-public sex, tummy bulge? fluff ending.

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It took a weeks worth of preparation on your part to get everything in place, all for this one day. This one special day. But it was worth it.

After all, Diluc did deserve rest on his birthday.

You made sure there was nothing that needed doing, nothing that warranted Diluc to leave the comfort of the Manor. You were exhausted but you knew this was only a fraction of the work that Diluc did. It was your motivation to make sure everything was in order, of course with the help of Elzer and Adelinde.

And when the night before his birthday approached, you reassured him that he could take this chance to sleep in for once. Diluc wasn't against the idea but he wasn't sure if his body clock would allow him to sleep in. But little did he know, he was exhausted and only once he hit this pillows did he realize this.

When Diluc had finally woken, he groaned softly bringing his hand up as he ran his fingers through his unruly morning hair, that's when he noticed you weren't beside him. In an instant he shot out of bed, looking around. You never got out of bed before him. About to leave the bed himself his door opened and your figure came into view. You were still in your night dress. Diluc sighed in relief, then raised his eyebrow at the tray.

"What's this?" His voice low and husky since he had just woken up.

You weren't going to lie, his voice was enough to set a fire burning inside you. But today was about him. You smiled with a giggle.

"What does it look like? Breakfast of course. So sit back in bed." You came to his side of the bed.

From this close up Diluc could see properly just how little your night dress left to the imagination. Then he realized, you went to the kitchen like that, and he frowned, anyone could have seen you, which seemed to pissed him off.

"Don't worry I had the kitchen to myself, only Adelinde, Moco and Hillie are here at the moment." You knew what was running through his head. Diluc had a tendency to get overly possessive sometimes. But it's one of his faults that you fell in love with regardless.

Diluc looked away, half embarrassed and half ashamed that you knew without a doubt that he didn't want other people, especially men to see you like this. You gave another soft giggle setting the bed table down.

Diluc cleared his throat and looked at you, "what's the occasion?" He then lowered his gaze to the food and didn't know where to start, everything looked so enticing. He smiled at the eggs that you put a little extra effort in to make look like hearts.

You sat on the opposite side of him careful not to knock the glasses of grape juice over on the tray. You gave a little hum.

"Well what day is it?" You asked him instead. Diluc tilted his head, pulling the fork from his mouth. Once he was finished chewing he spoke.

"Friday." He stated matter of factly.

"Yes, but what date is it?" You cocked your head to the side, watching him. He totally forgot about his birthday didn't he? You thought to yourself.

"Um..." Diluc didn't know why but he felt pressured, as if you would give out to him, if he got this wrong.

Was it your birthday? No that's not till a few months.

Was it your anniversary? No that just passed.

At this point you were struggling to keep your laughter in.

"Luc, come on. It's your birthday." You rolled your eyes laughing.

Then it clicked, it suddenly made sense, from why you told him to sleep in, to breakfast in bed.

"That's it?" He asked, indifferently.

"What do you mean 'that's it's? You only get one birthday, and I'm going to make sure you get the most out of it." Diluc could hardly deny you, not with how passionate you were about it. But it's just another day, birthday or not.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but there's still work-"

"I do believe there is nothing for you to do today. Everything is already taken care of. It's you day." This time you were much more calmer as you smiled sweetly at him.

Now he definitely couldn't say no. He had a feeling you did a lot to get him this day of peace. Besides it's been so long since he's actually celebrated his birthday. Not that he cared to remember it considering what happened all those years ago...but maybe now is the time to move on from that, it's getting real tiring anyway.

Diluc smiled at you, yes from now on he will celebrate his birthday with you.

Diluc had to admit, it was nice, having all this free time AND getting to spend it with you. The two of you spent most your time outside, walking through the vineyard and occasionally eating a grape or two, at one point you started playing hide and seek. Instead of finding it childish, Diluc found it oddly refreshing. Just being able to let loose for once.

Currently he was hiding, making sure to keep his eye out for you and staying on the move, it was cheating of course but it added to the fun, but you were an expert at hide and seek and knew all the tricks in the book. Just as he turned around, you seemingly popped out of nowhere.

"Found yooou~" you giggled tackling him into a hug.

Caught of by both your sudden appearance and the hug he fell backwards onto the ground.

"Thought you could escape me huh?" You nuzzled into his neck.

Diluc chuckled holding you close to his body.

"I thought I would've had a better chance than that." He admitted.

You sat up on his chest, while he propped himself up his elbows. The light from the sun creeped through the cracks of the vineyards many grape pergolas. It wasn't the most private of places but nobody would notice the two of you unless they looked.

Cupping Diluc's cheek, you leaned down to kiss him, which without hesitation he accepted. It was a delicate kiss, both of you could feel the love and affection that you held for each other. It was truly something.

When you went to pull away from the kiss, Diluc pulled you back for more, shifting his weight onto his left arm, his right arm snaked around your waist his hand pressing agaisnt the middle of your back, giving you no chance to move. Diluc wasn't done with you just yet.

Gripping his shoulders you pushed him back down onto his back, Diluc gave a mental sigh finally able to take the pressure off his left arm. Now he had both his around wrapped around you securely. He made you feel so safe, you never wanted to leave his arms but lucky for you, he wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

It wasn't long before his hands started to wander, touching and caressing your body. Soft gasps and pants escaped from you, Diluc used every opportunity to dive into your mouth. The intensity of the kiss was making you lightheaded, but in a good way. Your body burned and your heart was racing. You could tell Diluc was the same, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest right under your hand, not only that but at how brazenly he lifted your pale mint dress up to touch your bare skin. It made you shudder, Diluc had opted to be gloveless today, it was certainly a change in pace compared to his usual leather. Being able to feel his skin on yours right away was making you feel impatient.

Finally allowed to pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva followed. Diluc gazed at you with hooded eyes, his normally bright ruby eyes, dark and heavy with lust. You licked your lips, sitting up on him once again. One of the straps on your dress slipped down your shoulder. Diluc held back his growl and his urge to flip you over. You weren't even trying to seduce him and he was already under your spell.

Gripping your thighs he pushed you lower down until your clothed womanhood rubbed against the bulge in his pants. You failed to catch the moan before it fell from your lips. Diluc smirked, knowing you were just as excited as he was right now.

Diluc was planning on teasing you some more before you had decided to take back some control. Abruptly you grinded yourself against him, biting your lip. It was Diluc's turn to let out a surprised moan as his hips bucked up into yours.

"Ah~ Diluc." You fumbled for his belt buckle. If Diluc wasn't as impatient he would've chuckled and teased you. Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was the free time or maybe it was just you. But he wasn't complaining. Diluc hissed in relief, feeling his member finally free of its painful confinement.

You were going to lower yourself further but he grabbed your arm pulling you into a kiss.

"No time for that." He breathed heavily between kisses. Of course there was time he just wasn't interested in that right now, he just wanted you, in which case he used his Vision to burn the sides of your underwear and discard the rest.

Now with your underwear out the way, Diluc could feel how wet you really were. It was cute how excited you had gotten without any foreplay, perhaps the fact that you were technically out in the open played a part but regardless, he was happy that it was him who made you feel like this.

You moaned against the kiss feeling the tip of his member push against your awaiting hole. Breaking away from the kiss you pushed down against him, taking him all in at once.

"Fuck!" It was so strange hearing Diluc swear but it filled you with a strange sense of pride knowing you were able to break his nobility.

The stretch of taking him all at once burned but it felt good. It was certainly much greater compared to when he would prepare you first. But you weren't complaining at all. Tilting your head back with a moan you began to bounce up and down, your slick made it easy to slide up and down. You gripped the front of Diluc's shirt for support as he snapped his hips up into yours. A series of wanton moans escaped your lips, the harder and faster Diluc went.

Your head fell forward your eyes glossy and your pupils blown wide with pleasure. Now both your dress straps had slid down your shoulders, making Diluc lose his mind. He gripped your hips so tight, there wasn't a doubt that there would be fingerprints even through the dress. You choked on your moans as you swore you could feel Diluc in your stomach. He was reaching places you never thought possible, or your were so drunk on pleasure it just felt that way, but it didn't matter what was the truth, it was fantastic.

"Ngh, haA~ mm close..." you struggled to get the words out.

Diluc grunted thrusting upwards even faster, you had struggled to keep up before but now it was just impossible. It wasn't long before you came all over him. Diluc wasn't too far behind, feeling your release edged him into his, you felt his hot seed fill you up more than your already were, you threw your head back with a shameless moan of his name. You were certain everyone around and in the Manor had heard you. But Diluc didn't care, let them know who was and had made you feel good.

You panted heavily as your body shook from the after math of your orgasm. Diluc too was desperately gasping for air as he came down from his high. Letting a soft puff of air, you looked down at Diluc and grinned leaning in to kiss him. He chuckled kissing you back.

Getting off Diluc he fixed his pants as you picked up what was left of your underwear.

"Luc." You pouted, "you ruined my panties." You huffed and rubbed your legs together, you could feel some of his cum dripped down your thigh.

"My love, they were ruined before I even touched them." He winked with a cocky smirk.

Your face flushed a deep crimson as you looked away from him, Diluc smiled wrapping his arm around your waist tenderly.

"Come on, let's go take a bath." He smiled gently, ushering you back towards the Manor. You snuggled into his side contently.

During the short trip back inside, not one of the employees dared to look in your direction. Instead of it making you feel better you felt embarrassed. You weren't surprised that they heard you but they didn't have to make it so obvious.

"Luc, nobody would look at me." You sounded more mortified than you intended as you pulled your dress off, which only added to Diluc's amusement.

"Good, they shouldn't be looking at you in the first place." He stated stripping himself of his own clothes.

Upon returning to Diluc's private quarters, you were both pleasantly surprised by the already drawn bath, with scattered rose petals and scented candles. It seems Adelinde knew exactly what the two of you needed. You were the first to settle into the bath despite Diluc's confusion, usually he got in first so you could rest against him, it felt weird that he was resting against you.

"Are you sure I'm not too heavy against you?" It was the fourth time he asked now.

"Oh for Celestia's sake Luc, I'm not made out of glass, I'm fine. But you won't be if you keep asking." At least you gave him a warning which he took to heart, despite not having a Vision yourself, you were very capable of looking after yourself.

"Alright, alright." Diluc sunk a little lower into the tub, his head now resting between your boobs.

"Oh." He said softly, he hadn't expected this to be so comfortable. You giggled softly.

"Someone looks content." There was a lot of fondness in your voice that made Diluc's chest flutter. He let out a soft hum and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers massage some herbal shampoo into his scalp.

Diluc couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone so caring and aware of his needs. He didn't expect to meet someone like you, or anyone in general for that matter. He thought he was going to be alone, forever, and he was okay with that. Until he had met you, he didn't at the time realize just how important you would be to him, but he knows now and he's incredibly grateful towards you and towards himself, for letting him step out of his comfort zone and let someone in again.

Before he knew it, Diluc had fallen asleep, between the soothing heat of the water, your massaging and the sweet sound of your voice, they had all lulled him into sleep.

"Luc? You listening?" You asked softly, "Luuuc~" you cooed. Perplexed with his quietness, you tilted your head to the side to peer into his face, where you noticed he had fallen asleep. You grinned with a giggle.

You were so preoccupied with talking, you didn't notice the change in his breathing, as it steadied out. But now you didn't know what to do. You knew you couldn't stay in the bath but you didn't want to wake him either. But you also knew the water wouldn't go cold anytime soon thanks to Diluc, placing a kiss to his damp hair, you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer. After all he deserved it.

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #x reader #diluc x you #smut #diluc

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after-witch · 4 years ago

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Sketch Memory [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Title: Sketch Memory [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Synopsis: Chisaki lets you indulge in your little hobbies. But he’s starting to suspect that you’re taking advantage of his “generosity.”

For request: @hello-lucky-luka said: Remember that one ask about overhaul’s angel having a boyfriend? Can I request a scenario where she misses her boyfriend a lot that she draws pictures of him to the point where overhaul got his attention and get jealous?

Word count: 2700ish

You’re not lying, you reason. You’re not, technically speaking, hiding anything. Overhaul never asks to see your sketchbook. And he never said you couldn’t draw someone you know. So the fact that you have been drawing your boyfriend every day since your captor gifted you the hefty, nicely bound thick sketchbook is something you force yourself not to worry about.

Sometimes you find yourself sketching just a bit of him--his hands holding onto his favorite coffee mug, the profile of his face, looking up, staring at a movie marquee on a date night.

Sometimes you draw his face in all its glory--smiling, frowning, annoyed. When you have lots of energy, lots of drive (which is not often, you feel so tired now, all the time; the lack of movement and weariness of captivity is getting to you) you draw an entire scene. Your favorite is the one you’re doing now, though to be fair, every new drawing is your favorite because it’s new. This one, you admit, is exceptionally special. You’ve drawn him sitting in the park, with a book in his lap.

The park, like everything else, is from memory. You wavered on where to put the tree behind the bench, because you can’t quite remember if it’s off-center or not, and whether or not it had a knot in the trunk towards the bottom or the middle. But it’s realistic, and that’s enough for now.

It’s your boyfriend that gives you the most pride in this piece. You’ve outdone yourself, you really have. He looks… alive. Weighty. Real. Real enough that you wish you’d done this in color and not just with your sketch pencils. Real enough that you close your eyes and imagine you’re in the park, that he’s sitting there with his book, engrossed in a story, so engrossed that he doesn’t see you coming. You stop in your tracks and admire his face, preserve the way he looks so focused, so far-away, to memory. You admire the way the breeze gently blows his hair, and a hand absentmindedly pushes his bangs (he needs a trim, or a style) away from his face before he flips a page.

Finally you can stand it no longer, and though you hate to break his concentration, you glide up to the bench and sit next to him. He jumps, but once he sees its you his body tension melts away and he slides closer until your thighs touch. “Good book?” You ask. He nods, then looks ahead. He looks concerned. Or focused. You’re not sure. “Are you okay?” He gives you a look of surprise, of worry, then a smile. “Of course. I just…” His hand fiddles in his pocket. There’s something there, something bulky and square. “Wanted to ask you something…” Your heart is hammering because you know what’s in his pocket and his hand is moving and he’s about to ask you and you’re smiling--

“Who did you draw?”

You’re not in the park--you’re not in the park--and your boyfriend is not here, and Overhaul is looming above you and he’s looking right at your sketchbook.

You slam the book closed and you know in the instant that you do that it was the wrong move. Defensive. Obvious. Shit, shit, shit shit.

You stare ahead and will yourself not to shake.

“I asked you a question, angel.”

“I…”

You don’t know where it comes from, but the courage to lie comes from somewhere, and you deliberately, slowly reopen your book to the exact page.

“Sorry,” you say, finally, looking up at him. You laugh, breathy and light. His face is impassive, as always. “You scared me. I was really focused, trying to, you know, think of what’s missing.” You pick up a pencil and fiddle with it, make a line here and there, useless things really, to make it look like you want to keep going.

“Mm.”

Your heart is beating so hard that it almost hurts.

“You didn’t answer my question. Who did you draw?” To anyone else, his tone might seem casual, neutral. Bored, even. But you know there’s something simmering underneath, the low threat of perceived bad behavior, the low threat of him sitting you down for “a talk,” or the distant promise returning to a particular small room and confinement.

You force yourself to smile, nervously. No point in hiding the anxiety that he knows is there, after all. “Oh! It’s,” and in a split second the idea comes to you, genius--”just a character from that book I was reading the other day.” You set your book down and casually--you hope it looks casual--reach up to the shelves installed along the walls behind your desk to pluck the book out. “The one about the guy who came home from war and no one remembered him, so he starts a new life in a new town.”

You set the book back in place and glance up at Chisaki, who stares down at you. You’re about to blurt out something, anything, to fill the silence when he nods. It’s a tension-cutting nod, a nod that tells you you’re okay, you haven’t fucked up, he believes you and you can stop feeling like you’re going to throw up now.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the book.”

He’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. For now, you think, for now. You want him to leave before he starts asking more questions.

“Kai?”

“Yes?” His eyes crinkle ever-so-slightly. A smile, you think, behind the mask. Maybe.

You smile in what you hope is a sheepish, not nervous, expression. “Could I take a nap today? I’m feeling kind of tired.”

He doesn’t answer right away, which makes your fingers curl on the hard back of your sketchbook. Does he know?

He reaches out with a gloved hand and there’s a split second of fear--you’re done for--before he simply brushes your cheek. One of his rare, yet increasingly common, touches.

“Of course you can. I’ll set a timer so you don’t sleep too long.”

He turns and leaves your room through he unassuming door that connects to his office and you mumble a quiet thank you as it shuts. He’ll know if you don’t nap--you swear he has cameras in the room, though he denied it when you asked--so you tuck your sketchbook into the drawer of the desk and decide to hop into bed. A nap might help you feel less anxious, anyway. Your captor doesn’t let you nap long enough to dream, so you’ll be spared a nightmare.

You wake, almost jerking up, to the sudden, loud beeping of Overhaul’s watch--which is strange, because he usually sits in his office while you nap and wakes you up in a condescendingly gentle manner.

You open your eyes and Chisaki is standing silently next to your bed.

“Um?” You rub your eyes, the gentle rest of the nap falling off you abruptly as you take in the unusual circumstances.

You sit up and oh.

He’d holding your sketchbook.

He’s flipping through your sketchbook.

And he’s really, really pissed off. The air suddenly feels heavy and there’s nothing of the cold staleness that usually permeates your mundane interactions with your captor, the awkwardness replaced instead with the gravity of your situation. For the first time in a long time, you remember who has you captive. You remember what he can do. He could hurt you. He might hurt you. Did you anger him enough to break down whatever barriers that have kept him from hurting you so far?

He flips another page and another and lets out a sarcastic hum of approval. You feel your heart beat faster at every sound.

“Is that his hand? Remarkable shading, but…”

He rips the page out and crumples it, tossing it into the large trashcan before flipping the page. “Ah,” he says, voice low and cruel. “Another one of his face.” He rips that one out with particular gusto but it doesn’t crumple--it explodes, pieces of paper flying into the air. Some of them land on you, in your hair, and you furiously bat at them and your heart hurts and you know you’re tearing up and you don’t care.

“Stop,” you say, weak. A whimper. “Stop it.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks and it’s hard to see.

“Don’t argue with me.” His tone is quick and curt, and you know there will be no mercy, no coddling. No soft hushes and shushes. Only coldness. “You’re already in enough trouble.”

At the word ‘trouble,’ you wrap your arms around your chest. Trouble, trouble, trouble. The word carries memories and connotations. Isolation. Anxiety. Boredom. Helplessness. All things you experience on a daily basis, amplified, rolling together in a thick ball that rests at the bottom of your stomach. You can’t go back in your punishment room.

“Look at me,” he says--and you do. You want to get out of trouble. If that’s possible.

Chisaki doesn’t glare at you, not precisely, but his eyes are stern and unforgiving. You wonder if he’s frowning behind the mask, but maybe it’s better not to know. Once he’s satisfied that you’re paying attention, he continues.

“You are going to get out of bed. You are going to stand next to me. And then you’re going to rip out every drawing you’ve done of this… trash. And you will throw them away.”

You can feel the bitter, acrid taste of your lunch threatening to rise up to your throat.

“Please.” You’re whispering. You don’t have the strength to talk. “Please don’t make me do that.”

Somehow, you know--you know that if you rip up these pages, you’ll start to forget what your boyfriend looks like. The earliest drawings have the strongest features, the ones you flip to when you’re not sure about something. If those are gone, if every study you’ve done from memory is gone, you’ll forget. Just like you’ve forgotten the combination to your locker at work and the street your favorite bakery was on. You’ll forget, without the pages, without the reminders.

You know this. And Chisaki knows this, too. He always knows what you’re thinking, somehow, someway. If you could get a few steps ahead of him for once, keep yourself guarded, maybe he wouldn’t be able to effect you so much.

“If you don’t want to destroy drawings of this garbage, I can always pay him a visit.” Your entire body goes rigid and you want to cry out and beg him--no no no--but nothing leaves your throat, thick and tight and trapped. Chisaki’s eyes practically glint as he continues. “It might be more satisfying to destroy the real thing, now that I think about it.”

Something in your throat loosens and you stand up, nearly tripping over your own feet. You grab the book and he lets you, lets you hold it out in front of you like a burden. “I’ll do it,” you murmur, your body trembling. “I’ll do it, just… just don’t hurt him. Please. Please?” You look up and there’s no softness in his eyes, no agreeable smile that you sometimes see when he’s agreeing to give you a treat (because that is your life now, your captor agreeing to let you watch a movie is a special treat to be celebrated)--just passive coldness.

“Do what I told you, and we’ll see.”

It’s a start.

But now you have to do it.

Your drawings. Your work. Your memory of him. All pages and pencil and smudges and tears. Your entire body is trembling--you feel like the ground is moving, swaying beneath your feet. Your hands shake as you flip open to the nearest page.

An early sketch. One where your boyfriend’s face was so clear in your mind that if you had the skills to make photo realistic work, you might have been able to do it. You try to capture it to your memory but the second your hand moves, rips just a little, it seems to fly away. You pull harder and quickly wrinkle the paper in your hands before tossing it towards the trash bin.

You pause too long, apparently, because Chisaki speaks up.

“Keep going. I won’t tell you again.”

And you do. You tear out page after page, your tears flowing freely. You begin to feel numb, after a while, even as you rip out drawings that took you hours--drawings you poured your soul into, whatever is left of your soul after months and months of captivity.

One more to go.

Your hand gingerly touches the sketch that you’d been so proud of earlier. The last page. The last visual memory left--the only one not ripped apart or crumpled or shredded and nestled in your hair.

You want to lose yourself in it again. You want to close your eyes and pretend you’re at the park and he’s about to propose and your life will be nothing but sweetness and planning for the future. But the air is too thick and Overhaul is staring and he can’t read your thoughts, but he’ll figure it out anyway.

So you rip the page out of the book and tear it in half, jagged and uneven, before throwing it into the garbage.

Your hand recoils from the ghost-like memory of the paper on your fingers and you press them against your chest, above your heart.

Your boyfriend has probably moved on by now. Maybe he’s months deep into a rebound relationship, finding himself brushing away tears at new firsts with another woman, a woman who can’t replace you but who will heal the wound you left in his heart. Who will heal your wounds?

Chisaki is staring at you, you realize, and you drop your hands. You don’t want him to think you’re fondly reminiscing. He could always change his mind about leaving your boyfriend--your ex? What do you call him? What does he call you, you wonder?--alone.

“We’re going to have a long talk about this later,” he says, voice leaving no room for argument. He pauses, and your chest feels tight. Will he tell you that you’re being sent to the quiet room? The thought of being there for days, alone, unable to do anything, barely able to move in the tight surroundings makes you shake and you dig your nails into your arm.

“You can stay in your room. You listened well.”

You swallow, throat tight, and nod. You almost want to smile. You don’t have to go back there, if you listen. You know how to listen, when it comes down to it.

Chisaki glances down at the trash bin and picks it up with his gloved hands, dragging it towards the door.

“One more thing,” he says, glancing back at you.

“Go wash your hands. They’re filthy.”

#yandere overhaul #yandere kai chisaki #overhaul x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #afterwitch writes

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ghirahimbo · 3 years ago

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55 - RevaLink

I always love people interpretations of them figuring out how to kiss

I'm way too lazy to go look up the exact wording of the prompt, but it had something to do with awkward kisses? So here you go :D

Word count: 1363. Rated... T, probably? Could be any established revalink, though I had Pinesong-verse in mind.

The soft chirp of restless crickets signaled yet another nightfall, their high-pitched calls insistent, yet distant enough to fade into gentle ambiance. Wind whistled through the leafy forest, not as cold as the breezes through Rito Village that carried the chill of Hebra, but still cool enough that the Hylian sprawled across Revali’s chest was a welcome source of warmth and not an unbearable furnace. With the dinner fire burned down to embers, Link had laid his bedroll out beneath a tree and promptly abandoned it in favor of crawling into Revali's hammock instead—a tradition now, on cool nights like this one.

Though Link often fell asleep the instant he curled up, tonight he laid awake, his silence somehow thoughtful as he ran his hand along Revali’s beak. Revali was too far gone himself to think much of it, herded gently towards sleep by the rocking hammock and rhythmic stroke against his face.

Stroke… stroke… stroke… poke.

"Can you feel that?"

The rhythm disrupted, Revali’s bleary eyes cracked open.

"What?"

"Can you feel that?" Link repeated, poking Revali’s beak again.

...The insufferable man actually needed an answer. Grunting, Revali shifted around beneath him until his wing was freed.

"Inane," he muttered, flicking a finger at Link's nose. "Can you feel that?"

Scrunching up his face, Link went on undeterred. He'd long since learned not to take Revali’s moods too seriously.

"It's just—" Link stretched one leg out as far as it would go, pressing the tip of his largest toe against one of Revali’s long talons. "I don't think you can feel this very well… so I wondered if it was the same up here?"

He stroked the length of Revali’s long beak up and down again in demonstration, and it took everything in him not to shiver. Ah.

"No, it's…" How to explain while caught beneath that distracting caress? "I can feel that you're touching my talon, if not much else… but the beak is more…"

"Sensitive," Link finished, catching it in both his hands now. This time Revali did shiver, his feathers ruffling lightly.

"Mmm."

Presuming Link's curiosity satisfied with no further questions forthcoming, Revali closed his eyes, seeking out that soft space of sleep once more. His heart thumped just slightly harder than normal, and he breathed in deeply, hoping to settle—

"But is it the same all the way up?" Link asked, poking now at the tip of Revali’s beak, and his eyes snapped back open. Walking his fingers again up its length, Link met Revali’s baleful stare with a questioning look. So he was feeling experimental tonight, was he?

"I could still banish you to your own bed," Revali grumbled, though Link didn't even bat an eye. With an explosive sigh, he knocked Link's hands aside to brush at his own beak vigorously, trying to relieve some of the tingle of stimulation. "I feel things… less… towards the tip, and more along the base. Does that satisfy your midnight inquisition?"

"Almost." Though Revali couldn't quite make out his face in the darkness, Link's voice was just a bit too innocent as he inched up Revali’s chest, propping himself on his elbows for leverage. "So you're saying that this doesn't feel as good as this?" And he pressed his lips twice against Revali’s beak—first at its very tip, and again three inches up.

Revali gave himself a moment to clear his throat before responding.

"They're both… fine," he said. In the dim light of the stars, he could just see Link’s lips purse.

"Fine," Link repeated, and placed another Hylian kiss halfway up his beak. The tip of his tongue peeked out this time, leaving the smallest impression of wetness behind. "But this is better?"

"Marginally." Revali spared a moment's pride for how collected he managed to sound—not at all reflective of how he felt. "To be honest, the difference is too minuscule to really—"

"This is better, though," Link said decisively, his kisses moving closer to the corner of Revali’s beak. From the floundering depths of his mind, Revali agreed, though whether from the placement of the kiss or its confidence he couldn't have said even to himself. "And this…"

He ran a devious finger down the underside of Revali’s beak, and Revali very nearly whimpered. Link had discovered that particular point of sensitivity early on, standing just short enough beside Revali to reach it easily.

"This spot should be the best of all—"

As Link's treacherous lips approached, Revali quickly turned his head. He stopped short, and a taut silence stretched between them. Then he sighed, drawing back to rest his head again on Revali’s chest. From so close, Link couldn't possibly miss his fluttering heart.

"It does feel good, right?" Link asked, his quiet voice muffled by feathers. Swallowing, Revali nodded. "But you don't like it." Another, shorter pause. "Are you really that tired?"

"I can't… reciprocate," Revali said stiffly, finally trusting his voice enough to speak. "Your way of kissing. I can't…"

He had observed the Hylian method of kissing before, watching more astutely in recent days now that it had practical application, and—well, putting aside how messy and strange that mashing together of soft lips seemed, he was nonetheless incapable of replicating it. As for the Rito method of nuzzling, he had tried it a few times and Link had put up with it well enough, but without the friction of rubbing beaks he suspected there was little exciting about it.

"I don't feel comfortable receiving where I cannot give in return," Revali said at last, hoping that made his point clear. He thought it had, though Link still huffed against his chest.

"I can't exactly reciprocate when you braid my hair," Link pointed out dryly. "Or at least, you wouldn't want me to."

Despite his discomfort, Revali couldn't help but grunt in amused agreement. If size equalled dexterity then Link's tiny Hylian fingers should have made the tightest, most intricate braids, but that had so far not proven to be the case.

"It's not the same."

"Well…" Link's voice grew more muffled as he pressed further into Revali's chest feathers, and Revali had to lean forward to catch his words. "Well, um. I mean. You could try that, uh… nipping thing? I've seen other Rito do it." His last mumbled words were barely audible. "With their beaks."

"Nipping," Revali repeated blankly, casting around in his mind for what Link might have seen. "You mean grooming? Because I already—that is, you don't really have any feathers for me to…"

"Oh!" Link said weakly. Intrigued, Revali noticed that the face pressed against him had warmed considerably—practically a furnace now despite the cold wind. "Is that what they were…? No, it's fine." His voice strengthened, his head lifting a fraction. "It's fine. I don't mind if you can't kiss me back, you know. If you don't like it I'll stop, but… I like to think I could make you feel… good."

Craning around again so that he hovered at the point where the underside of Revali's beak met his neck, Link still waited the long moments it took for Revali to jerk his head in assent before moving in further, nipping at the tender spot with his lips again and again as Revali’s breath caught. This… wasn't so bad, really. Loving Link had always felt like some form of surrender. Maybe this once he could just… accept.

Nipping…

Link's slender ears hovered just to the side of Revali’s beak, turned pink by a mixture of cold and fading embarrassment. Those had proven sensitive to the brush of Revali’s feathers before, so maybe…

Experimentally, he pulled his beak free to nip at one of the tips, not hard enough to break the skin but still firm enough to be felt—and Link let out a strangled gasp. Interesting.

"Oh," he breathed, jerking back to stare at Revali wide-eyed. "Oh, yes."

Very interesting.

This time, it was Revali who pursued with a devious look of his own—not that Link put up much of a fight, taking to surrender much more easily than Revali ever had. Maybe there was reciprocity to be found here after all.

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grxvitye · 3 years ago

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magic

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for too long. I'm sorry for the long wait. mentions of natasha is included in here and filth just filth, i also might have gone overboard with this:)

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, top/bottom undertones, oral sex (wanda receiving), hints of voyeurism... think that's it tell me if i missed anything

requested: here. (Its long)

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When you were a kid, you found yourself always being attracted to magic. Something about it makes you think that it’s not all illusions, that a small fraction of it might actually be true. You went to bookstores spending your whole day looking for books that talked about magic. One morning as you were about to walk in the dining room to eat breakfast, you heard your mom and dad talking about magic. It was totally bizarre hearing them talk about it as they passed the topic like a child’s play. You decided to conceal your presence and listen in. “She’s starting to be more curious about magic Dave, you can’t hide it from her any longer” you heard your mother say. Your father defeatedly replied, “Well then I guess it is time to tell her”. Your father called you up and you stared at them. “Honey come and sit, your father has a lot to tell you” your mother gestured to the seat in the middle of the table. You take your seat and your father begins talking. “Honey, we are sorcerers, magicians, if that’s what you’d like to call it.” You jumped out of your seat with joy “I knew it! That’s the reason why I am so interested in magic!” You were disturbed from your little party when your mother said “we are bringing you to Becker Street, you will be trained by Doctor Stephen Strange ''. You packed your clothes immediately and went to Dr. Strange where you got trained.

Months after training, your control over your power grew. You went out to the training grounds when you saw a man dressed in a jacket, in jeans with long blonde hair angrily talking to Strange. You walk over when he exclaims “where is my brother?”. In a surprised motion he told you to scoot over and opened a portal where a man in black came falling. “ I have been falling! for 30 minutes!” the man angrily says emphasising the last few words. Standing up he faced you “is this y/n?” he goes nearer to you, examining each feature of your pale and soft face. “How does he know my name?” you question Strange with a demanding voice. “I’m sorry where are my manners, Y/n, this is Loki”, he gestures to the man fully dressed in black. “And this is Thor,” he says, gesturing to the man in jeans and jacket. Not caring about them, you question him further, “what are they doing here?”. Loki looks at you and says”we’re here for you darling.” Inhaling deeply Doctor Strange starts speaking “ y/n, they are from the avengers, now that you have full control over your power,you should consider joining them.” You stared at him confused “what is this gonna do for me?” “It can help you grow y/n, I've taught you all the things I have learned.” You sighed obviously defeated “Fine, but it’s only just because you told me to”. You grabbed your suitcase and packed your clothes. “Goodbye y/n i’ll be sure to check up on you” Strange hugs you and you proceed to enter the portal along with Loki and Thor.

You arrive in front of a room with a couple of people in it. You see two redheads, who immediately caught your attention but you dismissed it as soon as it entered your mind. You follow Loki and Thor and you walk towards the huddle of people sitting. “Hi you’re y/n?” the redhead says. Uncomfortable with all the attention that you received you replied “um, yeah hi, i’m y/n”. Another man entered the room with a big grin saying “Hi! Look who’s finally here, I'm Sam!” The rest of the team introduced themselves and you hung out with them for the whole day getting to know each other while exchanging a few laughs within each other. While talking to the team you could feel the intense stares of the two redheads. If looks could burn, it was guaranteed the back of your head would’ve been burned off. You try to shake it away by going to the bar when Natasha comes near you and whispers “you could feel it can’t you?” the way she whispered made you feel shivers running down your spine. Stuttering you replied back “wha-what do you mean?” With a chuckle “stop acting innocent kitten i know you can feel it”. With that she left you alone. You drank your drink and went back to your seat. You could almost swear you could see the room spinning so you excused yourself. “Wait!” you heard a rush exclaim and you turned back to see who it was and it was Wanda. “I’ll lead you to your room, you seem like you’re really drunk”. You grin widely and say “well I don’t normally drink like this, it’s a surprise I even lasted this long”. You both laughed and she laid you on your bed and said “y/n if you need me, my room is right next to yours goodnight!” You didn’t get the chance to respond when your eyes closed and you drift away to a dreamless sleep.

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You wake up the next day with a very terrible hangover. You go down and you see Wanda cooking. “Good morning y/n, help yourself” she hands you a plate filled with food. Grateful that you were given some food, you sat down and started to eat right away. “Hey! slow down you might choke right there” she says while laughing. You abruptly stopped laughing when Natasha entered,she looked at you and Wanda and you could feel a pang of guilt as she looked at you with sadness. “Hey Nat, want some food?” you offered hoping she’d take up on your offer. Your kind smile turned into a frown when she declined your offer, “No thanks” she said and left. “Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today” Tony stated as he entered the room grabbing a glass of water. “That’s goodluck to you y/n you’re training with her today”. You were caught off guard and began coughing, “I'm sorry what? training?”Steve enters the room and answers “yes now go get ready, you’re in for a tough ride”. You rushed to your room and changed into your workout clothes. Grabbing your water bottle you head to the training room and you see Natasha warming up. “Hey” you approach her while putting your water bottle on the table. “Come on and warmup” she replied, not even glancing at you. Confused as to why she was acting like this, you confront her “Hey, what’s wrong?”. “Nothing, just focus on warming up, we're starting soon” she stands up and walks away. Just like she requested, you went back to warming up.

After your warm up, she called you to start your training. You stood in front of her but you couldn’t focus as she was out of her catsuit and she was only wearing a sports bra and leggings, and everytime she breathed her firm breasts hung up and down as well. You didn't notice you we're staring until Nat called you out. “see something you like? come on focus, my eyes are here not down there.” she said with a smirk. You immediately avert your eyes to her face. Stammering you say “im- i’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare”. She laughed, “I'm sure you didn’t” she replied sarcastically. Catching you off guard she wiped her feet under yours causing you to fall flat on your butt with a loud “thwack”. “That’s for staring at my breasts too long” Nat immediately extended her hand to help you up but you didn't accept it you had other plans in mind. You stood up abruptly using your hands and started punching in a non rhythmic pattern. She immediately noticed your pattern and in no time was starting to dodge your punches very easily. She scoffed at your petty attempt and started throwing punches as well. Thankfully you were able to dodge most of her punches, when you didn’t it would end up hitting you harshly square in the face. She gave you no time to recover so all you could do was back up and dodge. You didn’t notice that you were near the wall until you felt it hit your back. Natasha gasped for breath and she was inexplicably close. You could feel her breathing near your neck. She took your hands and pinned them to the wall while roughly kissing your neck. You couldn’t stifle a low moan coming out from your lips. You could feel her smirking to your neck, she separated her lips and looked at you while saying “тебе это нравится, не так ли, котенок” (you like that don’t you kitten?). Unable to speak, you nodded frantically. You could feel a pool of wetness and you tried to hide it by crossing your legs but Natasha swiped her finger over your clothed heat and you couldn't stop but let out a small whimper. She pulled away before things could get more messy than it already is. You let out a small cry of desperation and look at her with plain lust filling your mind. “What?” she questioned you. Running off while grabbing your water you shouted “no , nothing absolutely nothing”

Panting, you opened the door to your room. You collapsed to your bed thinking of how you let Natasha easily get to you and how your core immediately reacted to her. You were interrupted from your thoughts when a knock came to your room, so you quickly threw a blanket over your body. “Come in,” you replied. You saw Wanda with her nose all scrunched up. “We’ve got a mission, it’s Hydra”. Your eyes softened as you recalled what they had done to her. “Suit up and head to the quinjet we’re going in 15” With that she left you. You couldn’t get your mind wrapped around that you had a mission- your mind was filled with lust from the previous incident with Natasha. Without thinking of the consequences, you snaked your hands to your needy core and laughed at how wet it is. Not wasting any time, you inserted your finger to your pussy and gasped at how full you felt. You pinched your nipple and you curled your fingers until you felt your orgasm coming. You released a loud gasp before cumming. You didn’t realize that Wanda didn’t actually walk away from your door and she heard what you had been doing. “What a naughty girl” she walked away smirking to herself.

You got up and wiped yourself up, changed into your suit and went to the quinjet. “I will check the perimeters and Steve and Natasha will stay on ground, while Wanda and Y/n will go in and check for any agents we can question and any casualties.” Tony said. You arrive at the Hydra base and you get off the Quinjet. “Y/n follow my lead I know where to go” you hear Wanda say in a hushed voice. You followed her lead and you went into an underground room when you heard a bunch of footsteps creeping up on you. You turn around and you see an agent with a gun aiming it at Wanda. “Wanda!” You push her to the side and you end up taking the bullet while also using your powers to cast the agent down on the floor. Crouching near your body, Wanda carefully picked you up and ran towards Tony and the others. “Y/n is down she needs help” Wanda said while panting. “Take her to the quinjet we will be right at your back” Natasha replied not taking her focus away from the Hydra Agents she was combating at the moment. Wanda ran towards the quinjet carrying you carefully. You and the others returned to the tower and they brought you to medbay. Bruce immediately checked your wound. “How is she?” Natasha and Wanda asked in sync. “Luckily it’s only a small wound, she’d be up in about 30 minutes, I suggest she train lightly in about 2 hours.” Bruce replied while looking at his watch. After resting you got up and went to your room preparing for light training. You trained with Natasha but she only made you sit for almost the entire duration of training. You could only get a few punches in ”You should take a shower and rest, you're stinky” Natasha told you while laughing. Snickering you replied “shut up Romanoff you’re way stinkier than me” you tease her while making your way out of the gym. While making your way to your room you start wondering where Wanda was, as you had seen her last in medbay. You arrived at your room and prepared your clothes and stripped out your sweaty gym clothes. You took your towel and entered your bathroom when you saw Wanda in your bathtub looking at you smirking. What surprised you was that she was naked- in front of you. You were disturbed from your thoughts when she slowly approached you and you stared at her perfectly shaped breasts hanging freely with her fully erect nipple. “Wha-what are you doing? You asked her as she began closing in on you” You could feel your pussy aching, desperately begging to be touched.

“What do you think?” she kissed your neck forcing a sweet moan to come out from your lips. “You like that hmm?” she asked, her voice hoarse from the hotness pooling in her legs. You could only nod in response. “I asked you a question use your big girl words малютка(baby)” she snarled at you harshly. “Yes I- i love it mommy” you couldn’t stop yourself from calling her mommy and you could feel her smirk against your neck. You started to grind your mound against her legs, desperate for release. You drag her hand towards your pussy, you had to let her know how much you craved her touch. “Jesus Christ” she breathed out. “You’re this wet and I barely even touched you” she mocked you. She broke the contact and you let out a desperate cry. “Patience malysh we’ve got a lot of time to ourselves” she said gesturing to the bed. “Bed. Now” she demanded.

You decided to play with fire and crossed your arms “No.” You see her narrow her eyes at you “Y/n. Bed.Now” you smirked more “make me” She carried you to the bed and laid you down “you’re gonna regret being such a brat” You couldn’t contain an excited wail of what she had planned for you. She placed her hands at your hips and slowly kissed your neck down to your breasts. Her lips quickly wrapped around your needy nipple and a moan escaped from your mouth. “Please mommy, I won’t be a brat ever again just please” you begged. “Hmm? what was that? use your words. I don’t know what you want kitten”. She went back to teasing you, getting dangerously close to your pussy. Bucking your hips, you begged “Please mommy, please, please fuck me.”

She rolled her tongue directly at your pussy and you thought you were going to cum right there and then. She circled her tongue and sucked your clit making you arch your back from the intense pleasure you were feeling. She applied more pressure making you moan out loud grabbing her hair towards your pussy urging her to go harder. You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your pussy, you felt so full. “Just like that o-oh please” you begged. You could almost visualize her smirk when she replied “do you want me to go deeper kitten?” You were so deep into the pleasure that you couldn’t form words properly and nodded instead but unfortunately it wasn’t enough for her. “I want to hear you beg baby.” Stuttering you forced yourself to beg “mommy pl-, please go deeper, please” you let out a long moan when she started to go deeper. “Just like that please just like that” you chanted. A few more thrusts you felt your orgasm nearing and you tried so hard not to cum, you didn’t want to show her that you couldn’t last any longer. “I can feel you trying not to cum kitten, let go” she whispered. That command was enough to let go and soon enough your hips were bucking up and down. That was definitely the most intense orgasm you felt throughout your entire life. You slowly started going down from your high when Wanda started to speed up her movements again, this time, adding a third finger. She combined it with flattening her tongue to your clit and flicking through it. She curled her fingers and that sent you over the edge, this time, screaming her name out loud. She lapped your juices and kissed you. “You taste so good.”

“Sit on my face” you grasp her smooth and milky legs guiding her onto your face. You could sense how eager she is when she immediately propped herself on top of you. You could smell her arousal and you started to tease her by giving slow and wet kisses to the sides of her legs, inching closer and closer to where she truly needed you. “Y/n please stop teasing” wanda slowly croaks out. “Hmm, what was that? What do you need?” you say, making her whine. “Please y/n please, just fuck me right now” she said while toying with her nipples” Satisfied that you successfully made Wanda beg, you began to roll your tongue over to Wanda’s pussy. Arching her back, a throaty moan falls from Wanda’s sweet lips which makes you groan sending jolts towards Wanda’s heat. “Oh my god” wanda exclaims with her eyes rolling back to her head. You groan once more when you finally inserted two fingers just to see how easily it slipped in due to how wet she is. You could feel Wanda tensing around your fingers as you pumped harder and harder aiming to hit her sweet spot. She began to grasp your hair, chanting your name like a prayer. “Y/n.y/n.y/n.” You take it as a sign of her being close, you add another finger into her while pumping twice as hard. She was clenching your fingers, you could tell she was really close. You placed your mouth on her clit, torturing the nub and curling your fingers hitting the spot you've been aiming at perfectly. “Ahhh y/n, fuckk” Wanda moans at the intense pleasure you were giving her. You started to pump slower and slower letting Wanda ride her high. Panting, she laid down beside you “i haven’t cum hard like that” she looked at you smiling. You swell with pride at the confession she gave you. You give her a peck while grabbing the sheets to cover yourselves up.

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whumperooni · 4 years ago

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Scorched

Pairing: Enji x Reader

Word count: 7.2k

Tags/Warnings: A/B/O; tw breeding kink; tw noncon/dubcon; tw angst/no happy ending; rough sex; tw dumbification (i think?)

A/N: Uhhh, this ended up a lot different than I originally intended. I might do a rewrite in the future/alternate ending? Who knows! Sorry for the angst at the end;;;;

“....Natsuo? Are you- are you sure this is really okay?” You feel bad for asking, but you can’t help letting the question slip out- it feels so...not wrong per say, but it feels so very much like you’re intruding as you look at the looming Todoroki estate. It’s so big- fancy and traditional, beautiful and intimidating- and you bite your lip in worry as you eye it, grip your suitcase tighter. Someone like you doesn’t belong in a place so grand. “Of course it’s okay! Fuyumi was psyched when I told her you were gonna stay the weekend with us!” Natsuo pops his head out from the trunk of the cab and he sends an easy grin your way- sweet, but doing little to ease your nerves. “But, um…what about your dad?” you mumble, shuffling in place and sending the home in front of you an anxious glance. “I don’t think...I don’t think he’d want some random stranger-” “It’s fine.” It’s curt, his voice. Cold. You flinch from it and guilt pokes at you- you know your friend has...issues with his father (though he won’t really talk about them) and you feel bad about bringing up someone that upsets him. (Though, it is a fair question- the house belongs to Enji Todoroki. And you really don’t want to get on the number one hero’s bad side.) You bite your lip, head ducking, and miss the way that Natsuo’s eyes soften at your submittance. You do catch the sigh he lets out, though, and the way his hand falls to the top of your head. He offers another smile- something smaller and a little tired, somewhat less easy than the first- and he pets your hair with a gentle touch that almost has you purring. “It’s fine,” he tells you- softer and without the ice from before. “I promise. Dad is never home and, well, even if he does come home, it’ll be okay. It’s really no big deal.” You doubt that, but you don’t protest anymore- you just nod your head like a good girl and offer him a hesitant smile in return. “Okay, Natsuo,” you mumble. You force your smile a little bigger and take a breath, nod again. “Besides, we’re already here.” When your smile grows this time, it’s more natural. “And I can’t possibly pass up your sister’s famous cooking.” Natsuo grins and he ruffles your hair, grabs your suitcase before pulling away. “C’mon then- Fuyumi’s waitin’ for us.” You huff, but you follow after him- smiling just a little to yourself despite the nerves quietly jittering and fading away underneath your skin. You have always wondered what Natsuo’s family home looks like. And you’ve really wanted to meet Fuyumi after hearing so much about her from her brother. She seems nice, enthusiastic and you really do want to get to know someone that’s so important to your friend- it’ll be nice to finally meet her. You smile at the thought and step through the gateway and onto the Todoroki estate. You immediately seize up and freeze. Everything smells like...cinnamon whiskey. Cigars. Hot metal. Scorching, fierce, searing heat. It smells like alpha. (It smells good.) “...you okay?” You startle- eyes wide and hands shaking. You hadn’t realized that you had stopped- hadn’t realized that you had frozen up like a newly presented omega smelling an alpha for the first time. You touch the scent blocker plastered to your neck and breathe in deep through your mouth, try to gather yourself before Natsuo can worry even more. (What a pathetic, embarrassing response. You’ve been presented for so long now- you should be used to these things. You shouldn’t be frozen and startled with beads of sweat prickling at your hairline, your heart pounding in a frenzy against your rib cage. ….but god, though, that scent is something else- faint now that you’ve gotten used to it but still so...so… So striking. Just a whiff had frozen you in place and you know it’s just from the way Enji-san has marked the territory with a fierce, protective nature but, still, that’s remarkable. A little scary. It makes you nervous over how you’d react if you ran into the real thing.) You gulp and your fingers press tighter against your neck, push at your blocker as if it’ll make it work even better. ...you should probably take another suppressor soon. (You really hope they’ll withstand Endeavor if he comes home.) A shaky breath and you force a smile on your face, wrap your arms around yourself as you take a trembling step forward. “S-Sorry,” you apologize, a breathless laugh leaving you. It sounds quivering and overwhelmed- something so embarrassing. You fluster and hurry forward until you’re by Natsuo’s side, look up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “I’m okay.” He eyes you, puzzled, and you feel a rush of gratitude that he’s a beta- that he can’t catch your overwhelmed scent that’s flared up at his father’s own scent. (You can only imagine how well that would go if he were to find out.) “I’m fine, I promise,” you tell him more earnestly. You wrap your hands around his arm and flash him a big smile, hope that’s enough to erase his worry. “Let’s hurry so we can settle in and I can meet your big sis, huh?” Natsuo eyes you, but he nods and starts walking, tugs you along toward the waiting home. “Yeah, come on,” he says with a faint smile. “Let’s go.” You walk with him and try to ignore the fluttering in your chest, the way a scalding scent is swirling around you. ~~~~~~~~~~~ “Natsuo, I can’t believe it took so long for you to bring her here!” Natsuo grins, hand rubbing the back of his neck, and you duck your head with a smile as Fuyumi wraps you up in a quick hug. She smells nice- like vanilla and spiced oranges- and it’s almost a disappointment when she pulls away to smile down at you. “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she tells you- warm and cheery. “Natsuo’s told me so much about you!” You blush- you can’t help it- and you gently elbow Natsuo in the side whenever he laughs. “He’s told me a lot about you too,” you say- maybe just a little shy but smiling all the same. “Fuyumi, I’m gonna go put her stuff in the guest room,” Natsuo pipes up. “Is dinner almost done?” Fuyumi nods and Natsuo grins- pleased as punch as he begins to walk away. You remember your need for suppressants and quickly reach a hand to grab onto Natsuo’s jacket, look up at him with sheepish eyes whenever he cocks a brow your way. “I, um, need something from my suitcase,” you tell him- trying not to let stray embarrassment show on your face. “I’ll go with you.” He just shrugs and you scamper after him- waving to Fuyumi with a little smile. The house is big- bigger than you had realized. It’s as nice on the inside as it is on the outside- very traditional and very simplistic, elegant. You can tell that everything is expensive and well taken care of on top of that. It’s nothing like the little house in the ‘burbs that you grew up in and, honestly, you would be lying if you said you weren’t in awe as you followed Natsuo throughout his family home. It’s so nice. You feel guilty for being in it for some reason- like your presence is going to somehow dirty such an immaculate, dignified home. It’s a ridiculous feeling, but you still find yourself sticking closer to Natsuo than you normally would, you find your hands curling up against your chest as you walk so they don’t brush against anything. “My room is just across the hall,” Natsuo informs you, pointing ahead. “So if ya need anything, you can knock.” You nod when he looks at you and eye his room in interest whenever he looks away. You’re kind of curious over what your friend’s room looks like- it’s nosey, maybe, but you can’t help but want to peek your head in and poke around. The room that Natsuo shows you to is plain- nice but plain; clearly a guest room. It’s going to be strange sleeping on a futon- you’ve always had a bed-, but somehow you’re kind of excited for it. It’s a little...novel? A new experience. “The bathroom’s down the hall on the left,” Natsuo tells you as he sets your suitcase down. You nod and he stretches his arms high above his head, shows off a sliver of a toned stomach that you politely avert your eyes from. “I’ll give you some time to settle in and then we’ll join Fuyumi for dinner?” You nod, smiling at him, and hum out a little, “Yeah, that sounds good.” Natsuo smiles in return and then he turns to leave. As soon as the door is closed behind him, you rush to your suitcase and unlock it with fumbling, clumsy hands. Enji-san’s scent is stronger inside the house- you absolutely need to make sure you take your suppressants. You paw through your suitcase looking for the little bottle of pills, getting frantic when it’s not in the side pocket you thought you had put it in. It’s not stuffed underneath your clothes or in your makeup bag either and you start to panic then, empty your suitcase onto the floor to sift through everything. It’s...it’s not there. How is it not there? An upset noise claws its way up your throat and you turn from your suitcase and toward your purse. There’s an emergency little pill case in there, but it only has two suppressants- enough for tonight and tomorrow. Not enough if Enji-san comes home. Hand clenching around the case, you swallow hard and try to calm down. Natsuo said that his father shouldn’t come home this weekend- that he’s rarely ever home. It should be fine; you should be okay. If...if he comes home, you’ll just have to make an excuse and leave. Or try to bear it- though you really doubt you’ll be able to. God, maybe you should ask Fuyumi if she has any? They won’t be near strong enough for you, but in a pinch… You’d have to explain why you need them, though, and that’s almost as embarrassing as Natsuo finding out that your oversensitive omegan senses are prickling in instinctual interest at his father’s territorial scent. God, being a fecund is such a pain. You whine to yourself softly- cheeks flushed in guilt and hand hurting from holding onto the pill case so tight. It’s an embarrassing situation, but it’s your fault for forgetting your suppressants at home so you’re just going to have to suck it up and deal with it. (And pray that the number one hero is kept busy chasing criminals all night long) You swallow and tuck your pills back into your purse, begin to put everything back into your suitcase. It’ll be okay, you tell yourself. He’s not going to come home. I’m going to be okay. Nervously, you tidy up after yourself and try to pretend that there’s nothing wet between your legs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “-and now my class is not allowed to have pencil grips.” You giggle, not able to help it, and hide it behind your hand, smile at Natsuo whenever he shoots you a grin. Fuyumi is unexpectedly funny- you’re really enjoying yourself. (Even with your nerves still so frayed and your instincts still trying to react to Enji-san’s strong, strong scent.) You swallow, smile wavering, and hide it with a quick drink of wine. The Todoroki’s have very good wine- of course they do. It’s a luxury for you to enjoy- you usually end up grabbing the cheapest bottle from the corner store; you hardly ever get to enjoy something top shelf. You take another sip of the wine and blush whenever Fuyumi looks over you, set it down hastily. She doesn’t say anything- only smiles gently- and that helps you relax back down, gets you smiling back at her- albeit a bit abashedly. You hope that she hasn’t picked up on your stress- it would be much, much too embarrassing if your best friend’s older sister knew that you were battling against the way their father’s scent is trying to pull you into need. “Aren’t you taking them on a field-” A trilling ring cuts Natsuo off and he huffs at that, checks his phone and then smiles apologetically at you both. “Sorry, that’s my lab mate,” he explains. “I gotta take this- we’re working on a group project.” You nod along with Fuyumi and Natsuo gets up and walks out of the room- leaving you alone with his older sister and a quick ripple of nerves that has your fingers curling into your palms. There’s quiet for a moment and you bite your lip in a sudden whip of shyness, take another sip of wine. Fuyumi merely watches and smiles at you, fingers her own glass. “Are you alright?” she asks, just a bit softly. She tucks her hair behind her ear whenever you blink at the question, bites her lip and looks almost guilty for a moment. “I, um, I know that it can be a little jarring coming here for the first time. Dad kind of...well, he kind of gets carried away with marking his territory…” Oh, fuck. You choke on your spit as your eyes widen and Fuyumi hastily raises her hands, blushes as she waves them around. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want to bring it up, but I know that it can be hard to deal with and I’m sure that Natsuo didn’t warn you! And, well, you’re a fecund so it’s worse for you and I just- I just wanted to make sure you’re okay!” Natsuo told her? Embarrassment, shame runs through you and you have to bite your lip to hide a noise that wants to sound, you dig your nails into your thighs as upset washes over you. You don’t like telling people that you’re a fecund. You don’t like people knowing that you’re such a weak, pathetic thing. Who else has he told? Worry ripples through you and there’s an undercurrent of betrayal; Natsuo knows how hard you try to keep your status a secret and it hurts that he spilled it- even if it was just to his older sister. Fuyumi must be able to see the upset on your face- her own expression softens and there’s regret in it, something apologetic in her eyes. She doesn’t seem to be judging you or looking down on you and it helps, a little, but you still can’t quite reel in your frustration despite your instinctual efforts to do so. Great- now you’ve made things uncomfortable. Good going, idiot. Your lips quiver and you force a smile to form, clench your hands into fists tight enough to make all your fingers ache. “I…” You have to clear your throat to compose yourself, keep the hurt and shame from your voice. “I...I’m okay.” There’s a flicker of disbelief in her eyes, but it disappears quickly and your cheeks burn as her gaze turns pitying. “...if you need anything, please let me know,” Fuyumi tells you gingerly, kindly. It should be comforting, but it only brings more embarrassment and you hate yourself a little bit for not feeling grateful like you should. “Dad shouldn’t...he shouldn’t be home tonight. And, um, if he does come home, it wouldn’t be for long...I- I’ll warn you if he says anything about turning up…” You wince internally and all you can is nod, hang your head as you whisper out a strained, “thank you.” It’s quiet after that, uncomfortable. Fuyumi, for her part, looks guilty but she doesn’t try to say anything more. The silence only gets broken whenever Natsuo returns and you force a smile on your face even if you can’t quite look at him, even as your heart hurts and your nails dig deeper into your palms. You take a long drink of your wine and listen as he starts chattering about his project, stare at the table as worry and upset crowd your mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Several glasses of wine later, your upset is forgotten. Your worry is still there, but it’s blurred under your fuzzy senses, easier to deal with. Or, accept, maybe? It’s hard to say, but you do know that you’re more relaxed- not frantically fighting against Enji-san’s scent but softening into it, letting yourself be tugged slowly into the submissive thing you were born to be. It’s almost comforting now, that simmering scent. You’re starting to feel...hazy. Loose and small but in a good way. Though, that could be from the wine. It could be from the way you’ve found yourself snuggled up and purring against Natsuo’s chest. It’s a good contrast- the toasty scent clouding your senses and your best friend’s cool, soothing touch. You’re not overwhelmed by one or the other and it’s easier to maintain yourself when you can press your flushed cheek against Natsuo’s shoulder, burrow your nose into his neck and inhale his neutral, cleansing scent. A purr works its way through you and you curl your fingers into Natsuo’s shirt, knead at the fabric and look up at him with half-shut eyes. He’s flushed, like you, and there’s a content smile on his face, something in his eyes that you can’t put a name to. He looks happy. That’s good- you want him to be happy. Your purr ups its tempo and Natsuo laughs a little- though you’re not sure why. His hand smooths over your hair and a chirp slips from your lips whenever it travels down to your back, starts to rub slow, cool circles along you. “You’re so soft right now,” Natsuo mumbles. “I’ve never seen you like this…” He hasn’t? Oh, you suppose not… You hum and let your eyes shut, sigh contently when the arm wrapped around your waist holds you a bit more snug to him. Like this, you can almost forget your hurt from before. Almost. You shake your head against him as you feel your upset try to bubble to the surface, curl your fingers tighter into his shirt. You don’t want to be upset and stressed again. You just- you just want to relax. You just want to keep feeling nice and dreamy and a little thick. The sound of footsteps has your eyes creaking open and you blink slowly toward Fuyumi when you spot her in the doorway of Natsuo’s room. She looks...worried? You don’t know why, feel guilty over it for some reason. When you chirp softly at her, her brows furrow and you nearly get up to take her by the hand, draw her into your nest so you can nuzzle her until her worry goes away. Nest...no, wait, no. It’s not a nest you’re in- it’s Natsuo’s futon. His big, comfy futon with its cool sheets and soft pillows, fluffy padding. How did you get into his futon again? (How much did you drink?) You blink again, a little confused, and miss the way Fuyumi bites her lip, the way she hugs herself and casts a nervous look Natsuo’s way. “Natsuo…” You feel him shift underneath you and that rocks your world a bit, has your eyes shutting once more. You don’t catch the words she whispers or what Natsuo says in return, but you do feel the way Natsuo hugs you a little closer whenever Fuyumi’s so very pleasing scent drifts away and it gets drowned out by Enji-san’s so very dominating one. Cool fingers brush against your cheek and slip along your jawline, down under your chin. You whine, softly, whenever Natsuo tilts your head up to look up at him and blink heavily under his scrutinizing gaze. Why is he looking at you like that? “...are you okay?” he asks, after a few seconds of silence. Your head tilts in question and Natsuo huffs gently. “...when was your...when was your last heat?” Your last heat? You can’t remember your last heat, not really. It was drugged and fuzzy, horrible with your leaden limbs and the way you were all alone without an alpha. You’ve...you’ve never had an alpha during your heat. You’ve never had an alpha at all, actually. But- but there’s an alpha here. You can smell him. He’d take care of you- he should be taking care of you. Where is he- where is- Your lashes flutter with furious blinks and a sharp inhale has you almost choking on the scent cloying your senses. You shiver and nearly scratch Natsuo as you grip at his shirt tighter, flush in muffled embarrassment when you vaguely realize where your mind was going. Oh...oh you shouldn’t have drank so much. The moment of clarity helps to jar your mind into something almost functioning and you shudder, squeeze your eyes shut so you don’t have to see your best friend’s concern. “Natsuo...I…” You trail off, swallow back a whine that wants to sound. “Can you...my purse...I have- need to take my suppressor…” You feel the deep breath he takes, feel the way his arm around you tightens. There’s a swallow from Natsuo- audible and something that has you feeling guilty- and then his hand pats your hair, he moves to sit up. “Yeah...yeah. Give me a sec.” You don’t want to move. You don’t want to let him up- you were so comfortable before. But your clarity is lingering and you know that you need him to fetch your pills for you, you know that you can’t sink further into this. (Stupid girl, how could you weaken so much?) Reluctantly, you sit up and out of the way. The smile that Natsuo gives you is a little strained, but the way he ruffles your hair is kind, gentle. When he gets up, you move to curl against the pillows and that’s when you feel something slick on your thighs, that’s when you realize that your panties are wet. When did that happen? Did- did Natsuo know? Did Fuyumi know? You don’t- you don’t understand- when- Embarrassment claws its way out of you in the form of a whimper and shame chases after it- panic, too. You swipe at the slick on your thighs almost frantically and whine as you try to scrub it away, tear up in drunken upset. Humiliating. You manage to rub the tears away before Natsuo comes back, but you’re not quite able to get your wobbling bottom lip under control. He startles in the doorway when he sees you and you hang your head in shame, don’t look at him whenever he passes a small pill and a glass of water to you. The water is soothing, at least. The pill is soothing, too- you know it’ll kick in soon and you’ll be able to gain control of yourself, pull back from the path you were wandering down. Natsuo sits quietly beside you as you drain the glass and you sniffle your embarrassment, hunch your shoulders tight. “...’m sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t...I don’t…” Natsuo’s arm wraps around you and his hand finds the side of your head, gently pushes you until you’re leaned up against him. “...it’s okay,” he sighs out. You flinch because you know it’s not okay- it’s not okay at all. You’ve ruined things. “You’re not- you’re not going into heat are you?” You wince and you shake your head, hide your face against his broad shoulder. It’s not a lie...you think. It’s just- you’ve just been overwhelmed is all. Overwhelmed and drunk. You’re not- of course you’re not. You can’t be… You grip the glass tight between your hands and shake your head against him, let out a shivery exhale. “I just...I just drank too much,” you mumble. “‘M sorry, Natsuo…” He sighs again, big hand moving to pet over your hair. The cool kiss he gives to your temple is a surprise and soft noise leaves you when his lips press to you, your tension unwinds whenever he nuzzles against you. “You don’t have to apologize,” he tells you- firm but so kind, so sweet. His lips find your temple again and something in you squirms, another soft noise bubbles up and out of your throat. “...are you okay staying here tonight? If you want, I can-” You shake your head before he can finish the suggestion. Even if you’re still fuzzy and drunk, you can’t let yourself be a further burden on your friend, his family- you’re going to have to just make it through the night here and deal with any embarrassment in the morning. ...you hope Natsuo won’t look down on you when you wake. “I-I’m okay,” you insist- words stumbled, fumbled. “I’m fine. Just- just drank too much.” You lift your head and force a smile on your face, grip the glass tight once more as you try not to tremble at the sight of his furrowed brow, his worried frown. Natsuo’s hand finds your cheek and you shudder at the touch, press into his palm and try to cling to your clarity. “I’m okay,” you repeat- softer and with lowered lashes. You reach up to touch his hand and press it more against his cheek, bite your lip when his eyes widen and then soften. “I promise…” He stares down at you and you blink up at him. It’s quiet quiet quiet until Natsuo breathes in deep, gives a small nod. “Okay...I...okay…” He breathes in deep again and you let your hand drop, close your eyes whenever his moves from you as well. “Do you want...do you want to watch a movie or something?” Natsuo suggests- awkward, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. You nod because, yes, that does sound nice and, honestly, what else can you do? Natsuo moves to get comfortable and you hesitate for a moment before creeping close to him, curling up against his chest. The arm he wraps around you is firm, helps you believe that maybe he doesn’t think you’re a gross and pathetic thing. You don’t want Natsuo to think you’re gross. You don’t want him to think you’re pathetic. Natsuo puts a movie on and you close your eyes, curl your fingers into his shirt. He pets over you and you try to sink into the softness from before, avoid drowning too much in it. You drift off- dizzy and still washed over in shame, still wet between your thighs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...thirsty. Eyes creaking open, lips parting with a croak, you peel yourself off of Natsuo and rub your eyes with shaking hands. Thirsty. Hungry. Hot. You fumble out of the futon and Natsuo doesn’t stir, doesn’t move as you crawl away from him and stand on weak legs. Feels...you feel… ...fuzzy? You shiver and hug yourself, find your palms wet whenever they touch against your arms. Hot and cold. Doesn’t- doesn’t make sense. You’re- you’re- Thirsty. Hungry. Hot. Cold. Fuzzy. ...lonely? But Natsuo is still there...you shouldn’t be...but...he’s not- he’s not… You shake your head and rub your hands over your arms, look back toward the hallway. You’re just...you just need...you just need some water. That’s it...that’s- that’s all you need… You squeeze your eyes shut tight until stars spark up behind your lids, breathe in deep to try to clear your head. ...you’re fine. You just need some water. Another deep breath and you head toward the kitchen, dig your fingers deeper into your arms. Is it hotter in the house? It takes a moment for you to find the glasses. You try to be as quiet as you can, but your hands won’t stop shaking for reasons you don’t want to think about it. It’s...it’s hard to think anyway. Why is it so hard to think? You fill the glass with cold water and wince when your trembling hand causes droplets to splash onto you, wet your digits. You down the water faster than you have ever done before, fill the glass back up as soon as you’re done. You’re still so thirsty. You’re still so hot. Does...does it smell more like cinnamon too? Does it...can you taste whiskey on your tongue? A soft noise works its way up your throat and your lashes flutter, your thighs press together. You clutch at the counter when your knees threaten to buckle, spill the water into the sink at the sound of heavy footsteps. What...who… You whimper and turn your head toward the doorway- movements so sluggish and a gasp catching in your throat, sweat beading along your hairline. Enji-san- Enji- alpha- Flames lick into the kitchen and you slump against the counter, whimper once more as turquoise eyes stare you down. What is he- he’s not supposed to- he’s- “Al- alpha…” Enji takes a step toward you and your knees buckle, your nails scratch against the counter as you desperately try to keep yourself upright. Not supposed to be here. He’s not- he’s not- why is he- alpha- alpha- alpha smells so good- Your lashes flutter and your head tilts back with a moan, your mind clouds over even as panic pricks through you. Enji takes another step and a growl breaks through the quiet of the room, his shoe sole scorches a mark into the beautiful floor. “Who,” he rumbles out, “are you?” Your palm slips from the counter and your legs tremble, you start to fall to your knees. A thick arm wraps around your waist and drags you back up before you can hit the floor, crushes you against a broad chest. You go limp in the hold and shudder whenever fingers tilt your head up to look at him, whine softly as they splay down and brush over your throat. They’re so...they’re so warm. Big. Thick. Such nice fingers, so wonderful. You want them in you. You want alpha to- to- Oh, god, what are you thinking? A growl answers the whimper that leaves you and you whine, weakly reach a hand to his chest to try to push yourself away. “Behave.” Your hand falls. His scent flares. Your lashes grow wet and his hold on you tightens, his eyes grow darker. His fingers roam over your neck and your own twitch, your chest hitches with little pants and gasps. You don’t quite realize he’s found your scent blocker until it’s peeled off and a groan is leaving him and, by then, there’s nothing you can do about it. There’s nothing you want to do about it. (But you do- you do! He’s- he’s Natsuo’s- you can’t- you can’t!!!) A snarl sounds and you squirm at it, mewl whenever you’re dragged up higher and his nose glances along your jaw, drags down to bury against your scent glands. “Fecund.” The word reverberates against your heated flesh and it’s accompanied by rough fingers digging into you, hot air fanning over your throat. Tears leak down your cheeks, but you can’t tell if it’s from overwhelming need or from fear. Both, maybe, but how can you decide on that when your whole body is trembling, when your senses are flooded with a spicy scent, when your cunt is dripping with your slick. Teeth graze over your scent glands and you whine, grip at broad shoulders and cling to your best friend’s father. You’re thrown over one of those shoulders before you can tell what’s happening and left gasping, scratching along Enji’s back and whining whenever his hand smacks against your ass. “Alpha!” A snarl is all you get in response. You’re carried through the house- down the hallway, past the guest room, past Natsuo’s bedroom. Shades of shame have more tears dripping down your cheeks and you sob as you’re hauled off past your sleeping friend, tremble as you try to rock against Enji in search for some pathetic pleasure you so desperately need. Is alpha taking you to your nest? You want- you wanna be in your nest. You wanna- you wanna be- A door gets flung open and you’re dropped onto a futon, left blinking stupidly up at Enji as he brackets himself over you and bares his teeth. He’s so big. So- so big. Perfect for taking care of you, perfect for protecting you, perfect for breeding you. You chirp at the thought and reach up to him, purr whenever he grabs your hand and presses his nose against your wrist. “Fuck...” It’s ragged, rough. Makes something tingle up your spine. Your purr rumbles louder at it and you coo when his teeth scrape against your wrist, whenever his hand reaches to your waist and pins you down. Alpha is so strong. Why were you...why were you worried before? You can’t remember… “Alpha,” you mumble- only half-aware of it, not quite able to see him as your head lolls and your back arches. “Want...want…” Enji groans against you and his scent doubles down, his grip on your waist becomes bruising. Hurts but it’s- it’s okay- alpha can- alpha can do whatever he wants. “Needy,” Enji growls, hand pushing up your shirt. You nod, whining, and he snarls- chest heaving and pupils tiny pinpricks, flames blooming feverishly. “Good mate.” Pleasure flares all throughout and you whimper as slick gushes from you, as your pussy throbs with your need, with the giddy joy and sheer thrill of being praised by such a strong alpha. Tears have your vision blurry and they bead over your lashes, drip and sear down your cheeks as you smile and shake. Good mate. You want...you want to be a good mate for alpha. Your alpha. A big hand rips your shirt off- Enji’s impatience tearing it to shreds and the fabric digging tight into your skin as he yanks it off and makes it into so many pieces. Your bra is reduced to cinders and the cry you let out from the heat only makes Enji snarl, only has him gripping your breasts with callused hands and giving a rough squeeze. “Tender little morsel,” he growls- brilliant eyes glazing over and a sizzling slather of drool gathering between his teeth. “Mine. Been so long- going to- fuck! Going to breed-” He cuts himself off with another snarl and you sob, reach up with shaking hands to grip at his shirt, desperately try to yank him down closer to you. “Ple- please! Alpha! Breed! Need- want pups! Your pups- Alpha! Alpha! Al-” (No- no- yes! Yes! NO! What are you saying? You can’t- you can’t- You want to be full so bad.) Tears stream down your cheeks as you choke on your pleading words. Enji doesn’t pay attention except to growl and bare his teeth at you, incinerate your shorts and panties. A whimper crawls from your throat as you're burned and marked, but the pain is forgotten when his teeth find your neck and his drool gets spread along it, when your legs are forced into an aching sprawl and he grinds himself mindlessly against your dripping cunt. Feels- feels good. Hurts so much. Feels so good. You need him inside you. You whine, speech forgotten and lips and tongue useless, your mind lost and swirling with need you could have never imagined before, would have feared to comprehend. It’s so hot and thoughts are truly gone from you now- all that’s left is instinct and need, the base and feral desire to be fucked and used and bred- for your purpose as a fecund to be fulfilled. (Why were you ever ashamed of your status? This is what you were born for- this is what’s bringing you such a pure happiness that you’re weeping and shaking and crying out) You don’t protest whenever your limp body is flipped over- just snivel and whine and rock your hips back against Enji- against Alpha. There’s no prep or build up or easing into it- Enji shoves his cock into you and you’re left screaming as pain and bliss sear through you in rough, overwhelming streaks. You collapse completely underneath him and come on his cock- blood dripping down along with your slick, your thick and honeyed juices. The lick to your neck helps soothe the pain and you mewl, allow your head to loll to offer your throat to him. Enji’s neverending growl deepens as his teeth scrape against your scent glands and his fingers bruise into your hips whenever you weakly clench around him, try to rock your hips despite the sting and stretch his cock brings, despite the way you’re aching so badly that you won’t be able to move tomorrow or the day after that. That’s okay, though- alpha will take care of you. Alpha...alpha will take care of you. You need him to take care of you. You can’t do anything without alpha. Enji’s hips draw back and you whine frantically at the thought of him withdrawing from you, claw at the futon and whimper out pleading, wordless mewls. You can’t have him pull away and leave you empty- you need him buried inside of you, you need him to keep you filled and full. Never leave you empty- always keep you full- you need it- you need it! Enji slams himself back into you fully and you sob as you’re filled completely again- body jarring forward with the force and his teeth tightening and digging deep into your throat. The growl that reverberates against your flesh has your body tightening, your claws tearing into soft padding. They rip through the fabric as his hips buffet against you harder and harder and tiny feathers begin to fly through the air, stick to your sweat soaked body as alpha fucks and fucks and fucks you. Through your blurred vision, it looks like snow swirling in the air- impossible coolness despite the heat burning through the room. You coo dreamily, blearily and something scratches in your mind, claws against the pleasure that dulls the pain and has all your senses so broken and drugged. Snow...cool...there’s someone- there’s a reason you shouldn’t be- who- Flaring flames scorch the feathers to ash and you shudder as they lick close to your skin, squeeze and spasm around the thick cock that’s shaping you into Enji’s perfect little hole to breed. (If he doesn’t burn you to a crisp first.) You whimper as he grunts, drip tears and cum and sweat. It’s too much. It’s not enough. You need more. You need his- you need alpha’s- you need- you need- “Kn- knot! S- seed!” The plea scratches out of your throat in a choked sob- hoarse and whiny, so needy and garbled. It’s loud enough that it covers the sound of running steps, desperate enough to make Enji roar out and shove your face into the futon, shove you down so low that your vision is halved by padding and tears as he spears his cock into you again and again and again- swelling knot catching on your slick, sore hole. Your cunt clenches down- gummy insides so desperate to be sprayed and stuffed with his scorching seed- and you’re left drooling over the futon- lashes fluttering and eyes threatening to roll back as begs get caught in your throat and stuttered out in pathetic, broken moans. Please please please wanna be filled wanna be filled so bad need seed need alpha to come need alpha to fill me alpha give me pups alpha breed me alpha please let me give you pups alpha breed your omega alpha breed your bitch alpha alpha alpha ALPHA ALPHA ALPHA- “ALPHA!” Enji comes and it hurts- his seed searing and blistering your insides, his knot slamming and sealing the boiling cum firmly in your spasming, screaming, creaming cunt. You’re yanked up by the hair and his teeth find your neck as you sob, break through your tender flesh as he marks you from the inside out. Tears drip down your cheeks and down your throat, mix with the blood that bubbles and beads through his teeth and past his lips. Hurts- hurts. But- but alpha came- alpha filled you. Alpha bred you. So you’re happy- so happy. A gurgling, broken coo sounds from you and you smile even as you tremble and fall so limp against Enji- smile even as Natsuo and Fuyumi run into the bedroom. Alpha growls against you- content- and a weak mewl leaves you when his tongue licks over his claim, when his scent falls heavy to begin to soothe you, tamp down the pain that is threatening to break you from your fog. “What did you- what did you- WHAT DID YOU DO?!” “Dad! You can’t! Why-” You clench around Enji and whimper at the intruders, twitch and shudder as your lashes flutter to a close. Want- want more- need alpha to- need him to breed you more… You pass out as Enji’s growl turns violent, as Fuyumi clamps a hand over her mouth and sobs over your blistered body and swollen stomach, as Natsuo screams his horror and rushes toward Enji- ice coating his hands and melting from the fierce heat of the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Alpha...when is alpha…I need him...when is coming home...?” “...soon. Rest now.” A mewl sounds and Natsuo’s heart breaks as he watches you snuggle down into your nest, tears threaten to sting at his eyes whenever you chirp softly at him, burrow your nose into one of his father’s sweaters. You’re so big. Soft and full and stupid. His best friend- his first one true love- has been reduced to nothing but a dumb little omega- a helpless thing who can’t do anything more than chirp and mewl for your alpha- for Enji. This is all his fault. He should have never brought you here. He should have known better. How could he be so stupid? Natsuo grits his teeth and clenches his hands- unable to turn his head from the way you curl around the small bump in your stomach that’s growing larger and larger each day. All he had wanted was to bring you home. All he had wanted was to introduce you to Fuyumi. All he had wanted was to spend time with you, hold you close and gather the courage to whisper his feelings to you. And now...now that’s all gone. The chance has been crushed to bits and he only gets this with you- watching over you and making sure you’re healthy, seeing the way his father’s seed is growing inside of you. He’s going to have another brother or sister. He hates it. He hates Enji. He hates you. ...he hates himself. He should have never brought you here. He should have whisked you away whenever Fuyumi whispered her nervous worries. He should have done so many things. A sigh leaves you- soft and content, sleepy as you run your hands over your stomach. Natsuo finally turns away and he leaves the room- tears wetting his lashes and the tiny shards of his broken heart shattering even smaller. He misses his best friend. He wishes he had never dragged you into his life. Natsuo heads to his room and you stay in your nest- smiling as you drift off, mind blank and all your screaming thoughts of your future and your fear muted by the scent of cinnamon whiskey and cigar smoke, hot metal and searing heat.

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