#like the scene at the end where he wants to have a tickle fight ALONE is enough proof

[cranbebbies]

so we can all agree that Elf (2003) and Barbie (2023) exist in the same universe, where Buddy was hired by Mattel to come up with toy ideas after the success of his children’s book, and he eventually worked his way up to CEO, but after too long away from the North Pole he lost his connection to the magic and became another money-hungry executive, and going to Barbieland restored the child-like wonder he once had and reminded him why he ever wanted to make toys in the first place?

we all agree on that right?

[twyftwyt]

Warnings: slight smut, anger

Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

Authors note: this is a little something I found in my drafts that I’m debating on continuing (as a one shot tho)

“I thought we talked this through. Stop acting up. Not in public. Not right now.”

And he had a point. He really did. We both hated making a scene in public and we rarely had spats. We knew better than to throw fits and fists at each other, but my vision was so blurry from all the hurt and anger that my brain went blank the moment we stepped out of the restaurant.

We had a small argument before we left the hotel, to grab dinner with everyone else, but we agreed on postponing the conversation for later. For when we’re alone, between the comfort of the four walls of our hotel room. But things didn’t go as planned and escalated pretty quickly when something in me snapped the moment he made a sarcastic comment towards me, at dinner. I bit back, of course, and he didn’t like it. We were both on edge the whole evening. I could see him fidgeting a lot, tapping his knee, looking over at me and I purposefully ignored him. Which steered the pot even more.

“You know better than to act like this. Please, I don’t have the patience to do this tonight.”

That was the last text message that I got from him. At one point I got up and went to the toilet only to come back and sit on the other end of the table. As far away from him as possible. A change he noticed in an instant. I was too far gone to start acting right so I just grabbed my phone from where it was laying on the table and started typing away as fast as I could. My annoyance visible to those around me now.

“So you get a free pass in the asshole department and I don’t?!”

The moment I hit sent and my message displayed as “Seen” my eyes shot up at him. And he was already glaring at me. His eyes were low and darkened. I knew I hit a nerve. And I knew that I knew better than to do that, but I was seeing red at this point. I saw him move in his seat till he got his wallet out and put a 50 dollar bill on the table.

“That should cover our dinner. We’re going back to the hotel, because whatever was in that salad is not doing my stomach any good right now.”

What a decent liar. He got up from the table and motioned at me with his index finger. A lump got stuck in my throat, cause I knew what was coming. I hated fighting with him. Especially in cases where the fight had gotten so stupid that we’ve both already lost sense of reality and the thing we were fighting over.

I excused myself from the table and followed in his footsteps quickly. The air outside was cold and dry and I felt his arm wrap around me. His hot breath tickled my hair when I felt his lips press against my temple.

“You wanna finish that conversation in person?”

He felt hot to the touch and his body was starting to shake. Not from the coldness, I knew I had pressed a sensitive button.

“I don’t wanna fight, Noah.”

My tone was more desperate than I intended it to be.

“Then why do you keep saying silly shit?”

“Because you push me, Noah. I don’t even think you realize how you push my buttons at times and it takes all the strength I have in me to not go back to my old ways and tell you to go fuck yourself. It’s stupid, the shit we’ve been fighting over, these last few days. Have you noticed that?! We’re not fighting over little scenarios and situations, it’s deeper than that. But I’m not ready to talk about it and apparently so aren’t you. And that’s okay. We’ll get to it at some point, but we.can’t.keep.doing.this.”

I blurted out the whole thing in one breath and got dizzy shortly after shutting my mouth. We had picked up the pace and he was gripping my arms so tight that I felt like I could fly off the ground if I lift my feet.

“I think we trigger unhealed parts of our brains, thus we go back to old ways and I hate it. Sometimes I don’t even know what to do with you.”

I didn’t know what to do with him either.

“I don’t want fight over silly little things, cause we’re just gonna get tired of each other at one point. But you’re right. We do trigger each other in a way that I can’t understand neither explain and I don’t know what to do with us.”

I knew we weren’t gonna solve this overnight. So we spent the rest of the walk to the hotel in silence. We got in the elevator and as he was fumbling for his key, I leaned on the wall behind me. His tall frame was hovering over me and I could see his shoulders were tense. We were both worked up from tonight. The moment our elevator announced our floor and the doors opened, he grabbed my hand and lead me to our room. He was always firm but gentle. He was quick in his reactions and he kept his composure at all times. I admired him a lot for that. But he was too calm sometimes. Too composed. Too silent. Too much in his head. I was an anxious over thinker and he was avoidant. And we were trying so hard to give each other the needed space and reassurance, but there were times like this, where our worlds crashed. When all we wanted was to just collide peacefully.

He threw his hoodie on the couch and got out of his shoes as soon as we closed and locked the door behind us. The room was dimly lit by only the nightstand lamps and the orange light illuminated off of his body.

“I’m getting in the shower. Do you need something?”

“From the shower?”

He rolled his eyes at me and I smiled at him.

“I wanna take your tank top off.”

And I didn’t mean it in a sexual way. I just wanted to feel him close, to feel the heat emanating from his body.

“Go on then.”

He lifted his arms in front of me.

“You have to sit on the bed, babe. I can’t reach that high.”

I rolled my eyes at him this time. He stepped backwards a few times until his legs hit the wooden board of the bed and he sank down on the soft cushions. I straddled him and untuck his tank top from his sweats, lifting it slowly from his torso. I felt his hands slide down my waist and my breath stuck in my throat. I removed his tank top and put it on the bed beside us, looking down at him, running my fingers through his hair.

“You’re giving me the eyes.”

His own breaths were coming out short.

“What eyes?”

“The “fuck me” eyes. You’re giving me the “fuck me” eyes.”

“I am not.” A lie.

“Don’t play.”

“Or what?”

I saw him clench his jaw and his hands slid down to my thighs, gripping them hard, pulling me down on him.

“You’ve given me plenty of reasons to not be gentle with you tonight. Don’t give me more, Y/N.”

At this point I was grinding my crotch against his, feeling his erection grow behind the three pieces of fabric separating us. So much for staying mad or talking things through.

“I can handle your worst, Noah.”

We were both still coming down from that fight earlier and I knew what to expect. But then again, I think always know with Noah. I’ve studied and learned his ways so well, that I can tell what he’s thinking about the minute I look at him. It’s crazy to think that we’re here now, looking back at what we started as. Just two shy people brought against our will to a friends party.

I felt his slick fingers unzipping my skirt and lifting it up higher around my waist. The button on my white shirt flew, because apparently he didn’t have the patience to unbutton them one by one and I awed in surprise.

“I need you to be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”

His voice was huskier than ever, his eyes darkened. That was the Noah that took over when he couldn’t handle his emotions at the moment and left them for later. And I gave in, cause I was the same in that sense. So I obeyed and slipped down to my knees in front of him, looking at up with deer eyes. What next, my love? What else are we gonna bury with sex?

[justali-anne]

Kind of obsessing over the Skelebros being soft right now. Just them being loving and caring towards each other.

Them watching a movie late at night. Papyrus having the biggest reactions, like laughing when something funny pops up, getting excited during an action scene, bawling during sad moments etc. while Sans just leans against him and enjoys the ride.

After reading a bedtime story to Papyrus and Papyrus eventually falls asleep, Sans, being too lazy and tired to go to his own room, just flops down on Papyrus' bed and falls asleep right then and there. Papyrus doesn't mind, it's a regular occurrence.

Them giving each other physical affection from time to time. Giving each other head pats, leaning against each other, side hugs, noogies, tickle fights, playing around... And let's not forget about cuddles!

Them being so supportive of each other, it's adorable. They show it in their unique ways, but everyone around them knows they care.

You know that thing that happens when you see someone you really care about and you can't help but feel your mood lift when you're around them? Yeah, that happens with the Skelebros.

Papyrus is always up first in the morning for obvious reasons, but sometimes, when he wakes Sans up, he does it gently, especially if Sans is in a particularly comfortable position, all snuggled up under the blanket. Other times, I think Papyrus would be a little bit rougher, like yelling or shaking him awake, or on days where he feels particularly mischievous, straight up cannonballing on the foot of his bed (making sure he avoids Sans entirely, he doesn't want to hurt him).

Sans gets rather cuddly when he's particularly sleepy, and usually Papyrus is nearby when that happens, so he just goes up to him and clings to his leg. However, Papyrus would usually be busy when that happens, so it's quite annoying for him. Sans is very lucky he's so cute.

I can just imagine them clinging onto each other like Scooby and Shaggy do when they're scared. It just sounds hilarious to me. Complete with bone rattling!

That said, let them rattle! Papyrus canonically rattles during his battle, so why not let them rattle more? I can just imagine that if someone ended up making an Undertale cartoon or something, there would be occasional bone rattling sound effects for when the brothers are particularly animated. So cute!

Aww, but imagine the two in a playful mood, though! Imagine Sans getting mischievous and pranking Papyrus constantly until Papyrus gets fed up and gets revenge on him. Imagine Papyrus trying to work on something, and then Sans comes to annoy him like brothers do, like poking him and tickling his spine or something, until Papyrus snaps and the two start play fighting and wrestling and having a tickle fight. Just good old harmless fun.

What if they frequently have stupid debates and really out there conversations? They're both lovable weirdos, after all, and they're both nerdy to some extent. I'm sure they would have very interesting conversations when they're alone that are beyond just banter. As cute as banter is, I'm sure that's not all they do.

I love siblings that are as different as night and day and bicker all the time but as soon as something comes up and they need to work together... I dunno, it's like someone flicked a switch or something, because all of a sudden, they're working together perfectly??? Like, I think that could be Sans and Papyrus when they share a similar goal or even the same goal. Just one minute, they're arguing over whether crosswords or junior jumbles are harder, and the next minute, boom! They're practically on the same wavelength!

This is a slightly different category of headcanon, but can you imagine them lighting up whenever you teach them something? Like I said, they're both nerds to some extent, so I wouldn't put it past them if they secretly like learning. I dunno, maybe I'm just into adorably dorky characters. Platonically, of course.

So, yeah, that's it, I've just been obsessing over soft and happy Skelebros.

[electronicwitchcollection]

What people in bleach do you headcannon as sugar daddy/mommy?

I. Love. This. Ask! After careful deliberation, I’ve decided on the top three!

Shunsui

If this man doesn’t just scream “sugar daddy” 😫

-Sugardaddy/baby arrangement is perfect for this man, all the perks and benefits of a relationship, romance, intimacy, and companionship without any of the commitment or responsibilities. -Has a huge fortune, what better way to spend it than to lavish you with gifts?. -Gives an allowance as well as gifting you pretty things you’ve mentioned in passing. -Loves to buy you lingerie, anything he can rip off you later -While he will take you out for meals and drinks, he prefers your company at home; somewhere private and relaxing where he can spoil you with his attention. -Hearing you call him Daddy turns him on beyond belief. -While it started as a way to get sexual gratification, Shunsui learned to appreciate your presence, and would sometimes just ask you to come over to spend time together in his garden, where he would lay his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair. -Jushiro knows of your arrangement and is very sweet to you when you meet. -He is very easy going and charming, he made it easy to get into the arrangement without any awkwardness. -Likes to see you around three times a week, more if he can. -when he’s called away for work, he’ll arrange flowers and chocolates to be delivered to you.

Aizen

-I think this is the only type of relationship his lordship would adhere to. -It helps him to feel superior, having you dependant on him. -He will have a list of rules for when you are in contract with him, such as no excessive alcohol, no public scenes, no other men can grace your bed -As well as an allowance, Aizen will pay for weakly maintenance, nails, hair ect. You need to always be looking your absolute best, so to fit in with his perfect image. -He enjoys taking you shopping, to only the finest high end stores. He will dress you in the finest silks, custom made to hug your figure flawlessly. -Will take you to the most expensive restaurants, in your beautiful dresses. He enjoys introducing you to the finer food and drink, showing off his impeccable taste and ability to indulge in such luxury -Is always a gentleman, will pull out chairs and open doors. -Likes to have intellectual conversations over dinner, doesn’t care much for personal tidbits and getting to know you on a deeper level. -In the bedroom he requests you call him Aizen sama, his name is the greatest of turn ons, he is far above the title of “daddy”

Daddy Isshin

-I think Isshin got into the sugar daddy/baby life when his sexual urges became too much. -Urahara recommended it one drunken night as a joke (was insanely curious and a little jealous when he heard he got himself a sugar baby, but wouldn’t pay for one himself 😂) -He felt like this was the only way to get the gratification he sought, while also not betraying his wife. -His body had needs, but his heart would always belong to her. -I think after the first few awkward meetings, Isshin discovered he was MADE for these arrangements. -Isshin as a sugar daddy would be fun. Dates would include dancing, concerts, cinema, festivals. He would come alive in your company, being funny and charming, proudly showing you off on his arm. -You would go to quaint little cafes where you could have engaging conversations. -Isshin would pay for everything, including an allowance you would get per meet. -He wouldn’t ask you to look a certain way or wear anything special if you didn’t want to, but will happily gift you spa days or pay to get your hair done if you were to mention it. -Always brings you flowers. Bought you a teddy bear with a little doctors outfit. -He would see you often, especially as his children got older and he spent more time at home alone. -Out of respect for his wife and to keep his children blissfully unaware of his social life, Isshin would pay for hotel rooms or spend the night at your home. -He doesn’t like being called daddy, reminding him too much of his young girls. He LOVES however, when you call him doctor. -Sex is just as fun. He enjoys role playing (doctor/patient is a favourite. As well as collage professor/collage student) he’ll crack dirty innuendos to get you laughing, tickle fights often lead to foreplay.

[dumbkiri]

her muse pt. 1

being childhood friends doesn't matter to katsuki if one is quirkless and the other is stronger than him. he's going to be better than them no matter what. [name] can't take anymore of katsuki's bs and defends Izuku by challenging the hot head to a fight.

midoriya izuku x fem!reader

“Hey, Izu.”

Midoriya turned around and saw a girl with [h.color] hair and rainbow colored eyes looking at him. She was sitting in the cool stream of water with the small fish swimming past her. Her lower body was completely submerged and she was unbothered by the creatures near her. 

“Why do you still follow Katsuki?” It was an innocent question she asked out of concern for her other friend. Her hands skimmed the top of the stream and the water collected in a sphere when she flipped her hand over. Her rainbow colored eyes flickered with curiosity as two tiny fish swam in quick loops in the ball of water floating in her hand.

“What do you mean, [Name]?” Midoriya asked and walked up to her to look at the sphere with admiration. He kneeled down in the stream looking from the fish to the girl. His green eyes shining with fun, “You’re quirk is so cool! You said it was mixed between your parents?”

[Name] nodded her head and she plucked the fish from the water sphere and put them back in the stream where they belonged. “Papa can control the elements and mama…well she can sing. Anyways, don’t change the subject!” 

The girl splashed Midoriya in the face with the small water ball and he laughed with joy. He wiped his face and smiled at her, “I follow the both of you because I want to be just like you guys! I’m waiting patiently for my quirk! I’m sure that it’ll come in!” 

[Name] stood up and Midoriya repeated her action. They stepped out of the stream and a whirl of wind came towards them drying their clothes off naturally. They both giggled as the wind tickled them and it lifted them off the floor just a few inches. 

“Oh Izuku, I can’t wait for you to get your quirk!” [Name] flipped in the air while Midoriya flapped his arms with a giant smile on his face. “We’ll have so much fun and-”

“Hey! What are you guys doing?” A loud voice asked, interrupting the happy scene with his holler. [Name] and Midoriya looked over and saw their friend, Bakugo Katsuki, looking up at them with a flicker of jealousy in his red eyes.

[Name] set herself and Midoriya down on the ground and she waved at the blonde boy, “Hey, Katsuki! We ended up playing in the stream together!” The girl giggled and took a small leaf out of Midoriya’s green fluffy hair. 

“So I used my quirk to dry us off!” She finished saying and tossed the leaf away. It swirled down and rested on the dirt floor alone. 

Bakugo didn’t seem interested anymore and turned away saying, “ Anyways, come on! We got things to do!” 

……

[Name] quietly stared out the window, barely listening to a thing her teacher was talking about. She watched as two birds were dancing in the sky together and she unconsciously looked to her right to gaze at Izuku. 

He was diligently writing in his hero journal as usual. She could only smile at that. 

“Hey teach, don't lump me in with these buncha’ losers.” 

[Name] looked forward and saw the laid back position Katsuki was in. She rolled her eyes as he said, “I’m the real deal. These guys would be lucky enough to be a sidekick for a d-list hero.” An outroar erupted in the classroom as they all shouted at Bakugo for his remark. 

Their teacher analyzed the paper and said, “You do have impressive test results, but [L.Name] is the one that tops you. She has a higher chance of getting into U.A than you do.” [Name] grimaced and ignored everyone that admired her for being so humble. She had to give her thanks to her teacher for calling her out like that. 

“Uh, I believe anyone can get into U.A with the right mindset. They don’t look for students with particularly strong quirks.” [Name] said quietly and the class agreed with her in hopes that they could get in. But some disagreed saying that the acceptance rate of U.A was exceptionally low. 

“Which is why that school is worthy of me.”

Katsuki jumped on his desk and declared to the whole class, “[Name] may have a strong quirk, but I top her attitude in terms of confidence. I aced all my mock tests and she failed two. I’m the only one at this school who stands a chance at getting in!”

Katsuki went on for a bit and the teacher got him off his high horse, calling out to another student, “Oh yeah, Midoriya, don’t you wanna go to U.A too?” 

Silence consumed the entire classroom before it burst out laughing. They all mocked Midoriya for being quirkless and he stood up for himself which [Name] was proud of him. He didn’t have a lot of confidence just like her, but that was because of a certain ash-blonde kid. 

Katsuki roared out and used his quirk on Izuku’s desk to blast him away from it. Midoriya slid backwards and looked up at Katsuki to hear him say rude things. “Listen up, Deku. You’re even worse than these damn rejects, you quirkless wannabe!”

[Name] stood up from her desk and took her coat off to roll up her sleeves of her white button up. 

“You really think they’d let someone like you in when they could have me?” 

“You got it all wrong! I’m not trying to compete against you!”

The nervous waver in Izuku’s voice pushed her to protect him. “Some kind of hero you’d be, Katsuki.” [Name] harshly said and everyone looked at the girl with fire in her eyes. She stood in front of Izuku as he backed up into the wall and hit his head. “Do you think All Might bullies the weak? You said you were going to be more popular than him, but you can’t even get along with the people around you.”

Katsuki tilted his head and glared at her, “You know you can’t always jump in for this loser. He can’t hang with the best of the best, he’d die in the exams!” His hands crackled from his performance of his quirk, yet [Name] didn’t step down. 

“We have known Izuku for a long time, it’s been his dream to become a hero. Quirk or no quirk, I trust Izuku to be more of a hero than you could ever be. Now back off.” 

Katsuki scoffed and turned his back to her. The class had settled down with the complete dominance [Name] demanded. She knew Katsuki wasn’t done with Izuku, but she was here to protect him this time. [Name] turned around and gave Izuku a hand out to help him up. He took it and quietly said, “Thank you for that.” 

[Name] saw the blush on his face and she averted her eyes quickly releasing his hand when he stood up. With an awkward cough, she said, “It’s no problem, Izu.” Then she returned to her desk putting the black coat over her button up shirt. 

……

“Hey, [Name], what you said back in class,” A girl with small horns on her head walked beside her classmate and spoke up, “do you really think any one of us could get into U.A?” 

[Name] stopped walking and looked at her shorter classmate, “Well yeah, like I said, I don’t think U.A looks for strong quirk users. Most heroes benefit off on one another and-”

Fwoop!

A notebook flopped on [Name]’s head and she pulled it off her hair with her rainbow colored eyes settling into a glare. This was Izuku’s hero journal, but it was burnt to a crisp. This was the work of that good for nothing Katsuki. “Kaya, I’ll be right back.” [Name] politely told her classmate before flying into the sky near her classroom window to hear Katsuki’s cruel words. 

“Just pray that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life. Then take a swan dive off the roof of a building.” 

She didn’t know what Izuku did, but the threat from Katsuki made her blood boil. [Name] flew into the classroom with the journal in her tight grasp. “Yeah, something is wrong,” She set the notebook on Izuku’s desk and approached Katsuki. 

“I want to settle this stupid debate in the class. You and I, one versus one. If I win, you stop bullying Izuku and leave him alone.” 

“Yeah and if I win, what do I get?” Katsuki asked with a cocky smirk on his face. 

[Name] rolled her eyes and set her hands on her hips, “Whatever you want, who cares? I’m going to win anyway.” She was full of attitude and anger, it was laughable to Katsuki. 

“Fine, follow us and we’ll settle it there.” 

[Name] turned around and gave Izuku a reassuring thumbs up with a determined expression, “Stay here, Izuku. I’m going to stop this today. I’ll text you when it’s over.” 

That text never came and Izuku watched in horror seeing his childhood friends being harassed by the same villain that bothered him earlier that day.

[haro-hawayu]

Gundam Seed Freedom Movie

Okay, I did it, I went to watch the movie:

There were wayyy more people than I thought going to see it. Basically the entire back section was nearly fully, I think there were about 5ish seats left to pick. Also, not too many girls, there were a total of about 10 (I was the first one there so I noticed when they came in) including myself--the only other girl who came alone & not accompanying other(s) just so happened to sit next to me. She cried like 4+ times during the entire movie XD

Movie Thoughts (SPOILERS under the cut):

My initial thoughts coming out: Story was kinda meh-ish, but mecha-stuff was really cool. I think if this movie came out within the first 5 years after the end of Destiny OR if I rewatched SEED/GSD more recently, I would've enjoyed all the Easter eggs and such a great deal more.

After sitting down & re-checking stuff online (just to make sure I understood certain parts correctly), I think if I get to rewatch it again, I would've definitely enjoyed it more.

Off the top of my head likes/dislikes

Likes: the new theme songs, METEOR, Shin redemption, Athrun being cool again, flashback featuring old chars, Athrun piloting scenes, Cagalli piloting scenes, Athrun beating Kira, AsuCaga, ShinLuna, Yzak, Dearka, Miri, Hilda, Murrue, Mu, Millenium crew, the cool fights, Torii & Blue

Dislikes: Kira going through his old dilemma from all of SEED/end of GSD, the NTR stuff, the slightly over the top fanservice-y stuff, pacing at the beginning, the Black Knights

More in-depth thoughts on certain things:

Shin & ShinLuna: Shin was easily one of the characters I disliked the most in GSD, and I'm really glad that he's soooooo much more likeable in the movie. Why weren't you more like this in Destiny?!! He's also such a Kira fanboy (I just wished that Kira wasn't so... in need of a slapping 80% of the time) and it's really funny. Especially when he wanted to help Kira when him & Athrun were fighting and he got decked in the process!! He's like so dumb-cute and I really love that for him. I'm glad he had his moment to shine in the movie! I'm a little tickled seeing the ShinLuna interactions given that GSD was kinda how their VAs (Suzumura Kenichi & Sakamoto Maaya) got together and married. I wish/hope there's an interview where they have the couple talk about their roles and such, it would be so interesting. Better yet is if there's a video interview, I would totally eat that up.

Athrun & AsuCaga: Athrun in GSD was also an ache in my heart. I'm glad they made him cool again in this movie (lol except for that one scene where Shura saw THAT image in his mind, like it's so funny/crazy/wtheckkk). Man, how I wish that they threw more AsuCaga hints earlier in the movie!!! I was such a hardcore AsuCaga shipper too!! I remember feeling so burned and feeling so hopeless at the end of GSD when they parted ways. But seeing them together just soothes my soul. ALSO THE NECKLACES YO!!!! They're as good as together in my heart even though they didn't have a face-to-face interaction in the movie. Like c'mon, Cagalli is training Toyah to be her successor, and left him in charge while she flew out to space. Orb is in good hands in the future and Cagalli can totally pull a page out of Kira/Lacus' book and just elope with Athrun, maybe not frolicking on the beach at sunset with suits off haha. Upon google searching, apparently there's like a side-novel thingy that features more of them!! Please make an OVA out of this too TuT

Music: The music was great!! I listened to the new theme songs beforehand, so it felt great hearing them in the movie. I was hoping Meteor or Vestige would play during the movie, and they totally delivered when Meteor was playing! I was so so happy. Also thanks to the music, I'm back on Spotify (I left it for a good 1-1.5 months because of FF7 Rebirth OST was NOT available on Spotify).

Soap Opera Story: Someone described the movie being too soap-opera-y and I can't agree more. I think the whole NTR stuff (Orphee & Agnes, the pseudo-love triangles or messy relationship stuff) or the Freedom vs Destiny theme with a heavy dose of LOVE ME NOT HIM/HER on top (is this Macross?? why isn't Lacus singing?? XD) was just a bit too much. But then I have to remind myself that this is me 20 years later, but for them, it's only been 2 years... they're not even 20 years old yet canonically... they're still teenagers yo.

Macross jokes aside though, I kinda wish Lacus got to sing at some point. That would've been quite nice, though I did like that they added instrumentals for her songs in the movie.

Also, I went in this movie not knowing if Miri would appear, but she did and all is well.

[spooky-switch]

Spooky's FNAF Movie Review (Spoilers Below The Cut)

Final Rating:

★★★★☆

General Information:

↬ I have only played the first two games, and that was years ago, but I am fairly familiar with the lore thanks to theory videos and infodumps from my little brother. I think it is safe to say that even if you have not played the games, you can still follow alone with this film and enjoy it. ↬ Takes elements from multiple games and incorporates them all into a new (but familiar) storyline Long term fans will be pleased by the references but might have a hard time with changes made to the lore. ↬ Matthew Lillard and Josh Hutcherson stole the show, of course. They both have some serious acting chops and performed their parts well, though this is not to say that the rest of the cast did a poor job. Most of the cast members did a pretty decent job, though a few minor characters broke the tension at times with comedic overacting (this was probably intentional, though, as this is a PG-13 film). ↬ The puppeteering and suits by the Jim Henson company were absolutely amazing! While I had my doubts after watching the trailer, in the final film they looked far less like CGI and more like actual physical objects, in part due to how they interacted with the actors and the environments. ↬ There were a couple of plot holes at the end of the film that had me scratching my head, but this is 'Five Nights At Freddy's,' so I tried not to nitpick it too much. Looking at the series as a whole, I would say this is the most cohesive story we have been given, so plot holes can be forgiven in my opinion.

Sensory Information:

↬ This movie contains plenty of jump scares (which is normal and expected for the franchise), so expect lots of loud, sudden noises. I watched it in theaters with my little brother, and even though we took care to pick seats away from any speakers, it was still so loud at points that we needed to cover our ears. If you are especially sensitive to sound like I am, I would recommend either bringing hearing protection or watching the film at home (it should be available for streaming on Peacock). ↬ This film also contains tones of bright, flashing lights. These are littered throughout the film and go on for long durations of time. I was not bothered by them but those with high sensitivity to bright lights (and those prone to seizures) might want to be wary of this film.

Spoilers:

↬ Can we all agree that Abby is autistic coded? To me, the whole relationship between her and Michael is a big brother learning to connect with his neurodivergent little sister while cope with some pretty severe trauma (the loss of their parents and brother). ↬ I am sad to say that, no, Markiplier is not in the film. However, I can happily say that MATPAT IS, even if just briefly! ↬ Of all the jump scares, the stupid Balloon Boy one was the only one that really got me (even after the third time they did it). ↬ The tickle scene was not as bad as I thought it would be, in part because I had fair warning of what it entailed and where it would be in the film (thanks for the heads up, @unbeleevable, I owe you one). It was arguably less cringy than the 'Barbie' tickle scene, which is all I could really ask for (besides Michael getting pulled into the tickle fight, which I knew was not going to happen). ↬ Honestly? Vanessa was really getting on my nerves. If she had just TOLD Michael what was going on, it would have saved them both a lot of trouble. I mean, if she really cared about Abby being safe, why not explain everything to Michael so he would be more motivated to keep his sister away from the pizzeria? ↬ OH, and when Vanessa just TOSSED Michael's medication into the water?! Like, girl, do you know how much that stuff costs, especially in this economy (we all know Michael was probably having to pay out of pocket for it, too, since there is no way that man had health insurance)? ↬ Oh my god, when the Springtrap suit was finally revealed, I was so excited! It looked amazing, standing out as one of the best practical effects of the film, especially when combined with how it moved and Lillard's vocal performance. ↬ So, did anyone ever find the body of the aunt? Last time we see her, she is laying dead on Michael's living room floor. Did he call the police? If so, how did he explain her death? If not, WHERE DID HE PUT THE BODY?! ↬ When they played the Living Tombstone song at the end, it took everything in me not to start jamming out to it, especially seeing how happy my little brother was. We sat through the credits just to hear the whole thing.

[beautifullydisasterouskae]

~Present~

Kae:

*Sun shades had cooled to fall then winter. It was a new dawn. A new day. Morning birds sing-song to rouse me from slumber. The air had a welcomed December chill.

In the morning when I wake, vibrations started at the base of my spine. Tickling sensations in my inner ear. Feeling suddenly lost when I find myself draped half off the worn red floral chaise.

Awareness brings about a new discovery. A freshly painted canvas rested over the travel easel sitting just there. Smears and swirled blends of colors vibrantly depicting an odd scene.

One figure I knew immediately.

Blue with flecks of green. Tall and dark. Lean muscles. I’d been fighting the urge to be close to him.

One of the women…unfamiliar at first until realization bloomed at the new hire @LivForThem.

The other two figures were still a mystery.

Dante and this new person, Josi, were somehow tied to the future.

There was this truth hidden in my heart. I went forward slowly. This new revelation made me nervous. Everything would be different. The world and maybe myself, may not be ready for this.

I hid the panic that was clawing up to the surface.

I had extended my stay here in Montana. No one was expecting me back home. I had my bookshop apothecary in Colorado. Which I had closed up to travel here.

I’d been searching for a new place. A new home?

No one likes to be alone. Most days I bury my nose in a book trying to figure out my thoughts. Kitten had taken me by the hand and asked about my love life.

How could I share anything when there was nothing? Was there? Surely I was out of my mind.

But this new painting. A premonition of what’s to come.

Kitten and Laz were quiet during dinner.

It was a damp cold night. I tried to figure myself out by taking a walk out past the ranch and into the wild untamed lands.

@FathomlessPain and I had been playing this delicate dance around each other. When Kitten asked about any interests I didn’t want to speak about Dante. He didn’t appear interested. Had he?

I had difficulty gulping that thought down. Peeking out past the curtains I see fog creeping over the lake.

Wisps over the landscape. It was much like Colorado here. Lush greenery and hidden hiking paths.

I couldn’t really sleep at night. Insomnia taking hold. I’d taken to wandering into the forest to forage for botanical ingredients for my homeopathic remedies.

The woods were such a contrast from daylight. Where the forest colors that nature had painted over the season tinted foliage in the loveliest shades. Mist drenched branches and foliage glimmered in the low light.

I was at one among the dark rows of trees. The gloomy weather was perfect for my brooding mood. Lost in the serenity and sounds of the evening.

I tried to hide I was hanging on Dante’s every word when he would visit. Foolish of me to think I’d ever have a chance.

I was an old soul. Wanting to inhabit abandoned cottages in the fog drenched, moss coated woodland forests.

Everything I knew before was taken. The coven disbanded. The Reject likely hauled back to Hades. My memories are locked in the depths of my mind, nothing could take that away from me.

The painting comes back to the forefront of my mind. Josi had gained my curiosity. Should I get to know her? I’d gotten accustomed to her being there, in the background with Kitten. Always shadowing her.

I studied her. Frowning as Josi’s hard features never really shifted. Was she caught constantly in thought?

I was no one to judge. I’d usually found myself in the library, envisioning far off worlds or in the stables with Tula, checking on the baby goats.

Maybe if I shared more of myself to Josi, then she would be more apt to opening up? I groaned at myself. What was this so hard?

This wasn’t the end of my story. There were things far more beautiful out there waiting to be discovered.*

[sakuraryomen01]

Daddy's Good Girl /Toji Fushiguro x Reader SmutFiction/

warnings: toji and his tibbies are warning enough, toji fan service, (kinda want to make this a fanfic), husband! toji x wife! reader, mentions of distance, needy reader, affectionate but dom! toji, size kink, belly bulge, soft kisses, praising, hand kink, slight choking kink, suit!toji, short + chubby reader, (there's a slight age difference, but it's a few years), oral (m), OOC Toji-

reader: "bunny" female reader (short and chubby, with smaller boobs, cuz that's so stupidly cute)

plot: Feeling neglected for a full week, you beg Toji to stay home so you can have time with him. He complies with your wishes, but for a small price..

words: 4.61k

a/n: I'm in the mood for dilfs so I decided to make a one week SmutFiction. Idk if this is a thing, but I feel like it's a brand new idea. Whatever, it's basically a short fiction that's full of smutty scenes and such but I'm making it for an affectionate Toji cuz kjksjsjksjsk TOJI???

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Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

It was Saturday, and Toji didn't work weekends.

And as always, you and him would finally get to relax with each other those days and cuddle. Do things like cuddle, watch movies and just talk to each other, but you didn't get to do that.

Toji's boss had decided it'd be in his company's best interests if Toji started working full time with his weekends included, starting that day. You didn't get a say in this, but you were not going to fight with Toji about it when it wasn't his fault.

His company was growing everyday; shipping and selling products and managing banking accounts for different multi-millionaires was difficult. You knew that, you always did.

But being alone for a full week made you go mad.

You didn't like that it was for a week, but then the working continued. Seeing the changes in your husband as you woke up in the morning and finding that he wasn't holding onto you tight during the weekends was killing you.

He used to wake you up by kissing down your neck, peppering your skin in light pecks while his fingers ghosted over your thighs. Tickling the small marks that covered the inner parts and telling you how much he loved them despite your thoughts. Toji was one of the only things that kept you happy, even during the work hours.

But not having him around to cheer you up during your time together made you feel sad. And without Toji's touch, you felt worse.

His touch was something you craved, sometimes begging for it.

And after a full month, you pushed your way between your husband and the front door. Looking up at him with wanting eyes and feeling your tummy tighten in sorrow.

"Baby, please." Toji said, a small sigh left him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I have work to do, go sit down on the couch."

"It's been a month, Toji." You responded calmly. "One month."

His emerald green eyes looked down at your half dressed figure and pressed his lips together. You could tell he was annoyed with you, but you didn't care. Toji needed to be home, or work would kill him.

Toji barely got dressed properly anymore, making you pick up where he didn't do things right. Such as fixing his tie up right; it wasn't even tied properly right now and it annoyed you to no end.

"I have a meeting to get to," He finally said after a long pause. Releasing his pinched nose and looking down at you. "It's important."

"You always say that, Toji. I miss you so much. Please, stay home for the day. I want you to hold me and talk to me again; I've missed it."

There was a small spark in his eyes at the mentions of touch. Toji loved touching you, sexually and not. Your small, squishy body was like a large stress toy after a long day of work. And seeing it in front of him, dressed in his clothing that you said was 'too tight' for a guy like him, it was hard to resist the temptation.

"..I'll be off tomorrow."

Scratching his neck, Toji placed down his bag full of office items and knelt down to your level. He always loved how short you were, but today he just couldn't stay. Once on the ground, he grabbed your small hands in his and kissed your knuckles.

"I promise that I'll take tomorrow off to be with you."

Your nose scrunched up as your brows knitted together in the middle of your forehead. This brought a smile to Toji's scarred lip, but your cute expressions weren't enough to stop him from leaving.

"Bunny," Toji started, caressing your rosy cheek with his large palm.

"I know you miss me, and trust me when I say I miss you, too. But this work isn't going to last much longer. I'm doing my part in the company by working this much and will be rewarded with a long break."

"How do you know?" You asked, squeezing his hand and looking down at his messy tie.

Toji being Toji smirked at this, his scar twitching upwards as he bent down to kiss your cheek. Was that a moan he heard?

"My boss said I'm getting three weeks of paid time to relax for doing this. It's double what I usually get, so this is important."

Pressing a soft, but firm, kiss to your warm forehead, Toji stood up and released his hold on your hands. Gently pushing you to the side and giving you a tight hug before he left.

"Love you, bunny."

And once that day ended, Toji kept to his promise those following weeks and made sure to keep you happy. You did what you normally did as a couple times ten.

Went out to the movies, lounged around at home, and even decided to go to a hot springs at the end of the last week to get one last shot of relaxation in before Toji went back to work.

Being the housewife left you lonely, yes, but at least you got Toji to recharge your battery.

"What's this movie about again?" Toji asked from the kitchen, preparing some snacks for you and him to share.

"It's a horror movie about a creepy ass clown," You answered, searching through the horror section of Netflix. "I heard it's a really creepy movie."

Toji rolled his eyes at this as he brought in the large bowl of popcorn and some chip bags. Finally finding the movie —just a few past Texas Chainsaw Massacre— you clicked on the play button for It and crawled up next to Toji.

His large arm flexed as he wrapped himself around you and pulled you into his side. Warm and comforting as you snuggled into his fit chest and rested your head on it, pulling up the comforter you had stolen from your bedroom to bring out into the living room.

"Comfy?" Toji asks, his green gaze flickering to you for a moment when you nod. "Good."

Minutes passed as the silence between you grew, simply enjoying each other's company until Toji's eyes began to wander. Wander away from the T.V. that was currently showing that creepy clown with a child's arm in his hand, all the way over to you.

Specifically your plump thighs underneath his shirt.

Blood pumped through his veins as dirty, dirty thoughts began to race in his head. It had been weeks since he's seen them. Fuck, it's been a full month, and he couldn't tell if he was desperate to touch you or just horny, but he wanted this thirst in his tummy to be satisfied.

Watching you watch the movie though, he couldn't do that.

He'd have to wait, at least a little longer.

"Eww!!" Seeing your face scrunch up at the clown and then to a sorrowful look for the kids.

Yeah, Toji would wait until later to taste you.

After making this decision, Toji began to start paying attention to the movie again. Seeing the many flashes of gore was honestly something he was used to —being a former assassin and all. But, even if he wasn't going to admit it to you, some parts spooked him.

Not many, but seeing that hobo with the diseases made him want to puke all over the clean carpet.

Once the movie was over, Toji blinked a few times and looked back down at you. Seeing your slumped over figure and hearing your quiet snores, he found you were sound asleep.

Or taking a nap, but he didn't want to disturb you either way.

Quickly, Toji picked you up in a bridal hold and took you —and the comforter— back upstairs. Once in your room, Toji climbed up his side of the bed and gently rested you in your spot beside the window. Pulling the curtains closed, he tucked you into bed with the comforter folded neatly at the end of the bed.

"Mnn.." You hummed in response, feeling Toji's lips press against your forehead gently. He never left you asleep without a goodnight kiss.

Toji grinned, slowly climbing off the bed until he was resting with both feet on the ground. Stripping free from his shirt and shorts, Toji pulled some sweatpants and a fresh pair of boxers out before heading to the bathroom out the bedroom and down the hall.

He never liked using the one in the bedroom, since he thought you shouldn't have to deal with his shit being in the shower.

Although, he did love when you randomly joined him in the shower to wash his hair for him, or clean his scars and abs. And as he was getting his shower ready, Toji couldn't help but miss your small and squishy body against him under the water. Feeling your soft chest against his firm middle.

You were so short compared to him —small, fragile, sweet— though he found so much comfort in it, it surprised him often how much it did. You, being his perfect little stress reliever, was also a little wild child. Many didn't think so, but Toji got to see your wild side in bed.

Asked for more, begged, pleaded for a hot release Toji was willing to give you with a price. That price being you scream his name out when that orgasm hit you, to forget you were on the planet Earth and just feel heaven for those few moments.

But, of course, he shouldn't be having those thoughts while he was showering.

Distracting himself with his greasy hair, he quickly got to work and lathered the shampoo and rinsed. Conditioning and working his soap up and over his abs and biceps. Taking extra care of his pits and any other area —ahem, his grand canyon— and washed off.

Getting out of the shower without the knowledge that you were stirring around in your sleep. Blinking your little eyes open to pure befuddlement. How did you get into the bedroom? Where was your husband?

But as you sat up, you were answered with the bedroom door opening to reveal Toji's lewdly clean figure.

"Oh, I thought you were sleeping. Guess I was wrong," Toji smirked, the scar on the corner of his lips twerking up with them.

He noticed how you stared a little too long at him; savored, in fact.

Toji knew your weakness for his body, and he exploited it every moment he could. He did work to make sure he maintained his figure, for you and himself, though he convinced himself it was just to see your flustered expression.

Even if you were a drunk little school girl, he knew you'd look at his V-line the same way.

"Like what you see?" The man himself questioned, seeing your eyes shoot down to his front then up at him. "Not gonna answer, bunny?"

"O-Of course I do," You said, folding your arms and staring at your lap.

Jesus fucking Christ, you're so damn cute.

"Make room, I'm gonna be in the bed soon."

Making his way over to the folded clothing on the bed, he picked up the shirt and unfolded it as he began to unwrap himself from the towel. And there you were again, sneaking glances over at his ass and cock as he dressed.

Toji wasn't above changing in front of you, and you didn't complain, so he didn't see the harm. And if you wanted some fan service, Toji was a-okay with giving it to you.

"Uhm, Toji?"

Toji pulled his shirt and boxers on, looking up at you once his eyes could connect with yours and quirked a brow. "Yes?"

Your cheeks flushed red as your bottom lips sucked between your teeth. "C-Can you leave those off?"

Pointing at Toji's clean pants, you hurriedly sat reclined and looked back down at your lap. "If you don't want to, that's fine-!"

"Bunny, it's okay." Toji chuckled, grabbing the sweats and placing them on the desk near the door. "Don't get flustered, it's cute as hell."

And what did you do? You blushed, whimpered, and curled up all at once. Toji's good at this.

He let out a hoarse laugh and crawled up onto the bed, noticing your flinch when you felt his weight press into the mattress. The smile on his face couldn't be wiped off, even if he tried. He was having too much fun teasing you.

"Bunny, face me." Toji ordered, a calm tone to his rough voice to which you complied. "There's my good girl."

You sigh, turning your body around to face him, looking down and letting your eyes trail the thick muscles and veins that stood proudly at attention. Unable to hide from him any longer, you finally surrendered and climbed into his lap.

Smiling at this, Toji's large hands found their place at your hips and rubbed upwards. Looking down and letting his eyes roam, Toji watched as your nipples hardened underneath the fabric of your make-shift nightgown and groaned.

"Shit, your nipples are so hard under here.." He growled, voice low and dangerous. Without a second thought, Toji lifted the fabric up and held it in place with his thumb. Bending his head down to suckle on your small breast and mold it's twin with his other hand.

"A-AH! Toji!" You moaned out, fingers entangling themselves in his nape hair and tugging harshly.

This didn't stop the male, he was on a frenzy. He wanted you from the moment his eyes lay on you weeks ago. He wanted you like he had you on your honeymoon, and wedding night.

Wanted you to cum, scream, cry. All of the above while you called out his name.

"T-Toji.. mmm.." Hearing your whimpers, Toji smirked against your erect bud and tugged at its partner. Sucking harshly on the one in his mouth, he tweaked and pinched at the almost rosy bud until your head tilted back and your slick came into contact with him.

"Oh.." Feeling your fingers gently pull at his locks, Toji looked up and watched your lust finally wash over your face and let his hand move from your pert breast and down to it's former position.

At your hip.

"Yeah? Like it when I suck these cute little tits, bunny?"

Giving him a nod, you let your eyes rest closed and tensed when Toji pushed your sex down onto him. Working your spongy warmth against his hardening erection through his boxers, practically dying to dry hump him to your high until Toji removed you from the spot and place you on his thigh instead.

You let out a whine of protest until Toji pulled you into a feverish kiss and ate up your mewls.

"Mm, bunny." Toji cooed, palming himself until your eyes trailed down towards the action and blushed. "Want daddy's cock in your mouth?"

You mumbled out a small yes as you climbed off of the male's lap and between his legs. Toji chuckled and yanked down his boxers, letting his fat tip slap him hard in the abdomen and letting your pearly eyes take it in all over again.

"So drunk on it and we've barely done anything," He mused, watching your small hands take him by the base and stroke upwards.

Squeezing at all the right spots and pumping his girth in your small hands. You never were able to fit it in completely in your hands, so it always led to you forcing Toji into your mouth to the fullest.

Beginning to pepper his near purple tip with kisses, you watched as Toji's eyes rolled and he let his head fall into the pillow beneath him. His still damp hair beginning to make them wet with shower water as you began to take him into your mouth.

A familiar ache formed in your jaw, though it was quickly ignored the moment his full girth was impaling your throat.

"Aah.. just like that, my baby bunny.." His words encouraged you forward, lifting your head as drool began to pool from your lips and coated Toji's cock.

He felt so good, having been so deprived of your lips for as long as he could remember. Toji was going to enjoy this, every bit.

"C'mon, you know how I like it," Toji teased, letting his big hand fall onto your head and pump you up and down.

"God, fuck— such a good cock-sucker, aren't you? Yeah? Like sucking that fat dick like a good little slut for me? Shit— Got me cursing and you just- fuck- put it in your mouth. Doing the God's work by sucking it that well, huh?"

Through the whimpers and moans, you could see his abs and thighs tensing. He was going to cum —lots of it— into your mouth and probably bust another afterwards just for fun.

Watching his glimmering eyes through the tears, you tried and failed to give a weak smile. But it was returned with a soft glow, though the moan that left Toji's lips only made you clench around nothing.

Giving a pleading look to Toji, he nodded and chuckled.

"Show me how you touch that pussy while you suck me off."

Without hesitation, you let your fingers travel past your navel and into your panties. A large pool of slick had collected in your undies, feeling out your puffy clit and circling around it once you got enough arousal collected on your finger.

It elicited a moan, or whimper, from you. Toji is groaning in response, feeling the tremor of pleasure waves from you to him. It was so good, too. Being this close again. So willing too, he should give you a reward for bending over so easily for him.

Licking his lips, he sent a sharp thrust up into your throat, feeling it clench around him and watch you sputter around the length. Fumbling with your hands to stick your fingers up into your puffy walls and suck him.

"Is that pussy feeling good, bunny?" Toji asked, pushing your hair away from your face and watching the bulging in your cheeks.

"Wanna cum while you suck daddy off? Bet you'd want that, being so dirty, huh?"

You could barely nod, working your fingers faster and faster until your toes were curling and you came undone. Eyes screwed shut tight as you sucked onto Toji's tip hard.

It was so hard to not cum, but he had too.

"...Sh-Shit, bunny." He chuckled, letting you release his cock with a pop. "Came on command? Fuck, I might use that against you."

Giggling through the spasms, you climbed up towards Toji.

"Go ahead, I don't fucking care." You responded, watching Toji's eyes light with that warm glow. "I want daddy's cock in me, please?"

Forcing a growl from him, Toji pushed you into the mattress and practically ripped off his shirt. Kissing and biting at your lips until you both release each other for a quick breath, panting and moaning to nothing until Toji flipped you onto your stomach.

Towering over you as he grinded your ass into his cock, groaning into your mouth like a lewd monster. Your lewd monster.

"Does my chubby little bunny want her carrot?" Toji teased, sucking hickeys into your neck as you responded with a mewl.

Spreading your legs apart, Toji dipped his fingers into your wet mound and cupped it. Grinding his palm into your aching clit and watching your thighs shake at the sudden touch. Before long, he was pumping his girth into your soft walls.

Hitting that spot deep inside and making your toes curl. Toji was hitting it so hard, you fell onto the pillows with your hands resting on either side of your head and your ass bent upwards. If you knew any better, he was damn near folding you in half. His hands curling into firm fists besides your hips, watching your ass jump with every pump.

Listening and feeling your sharp squeezes when he hits that soft spot just right, whimpering at your voice alone and getting closer to that god-sent high. Thrusting his hips down into yours and feeling your whole body pulse back into his and grinding against him.

Feeling his balls slap your clit in such a lewd way that it had you sobbing.

"Look at me, baby." Toji ordered, a groan leaving him once your eyes locked with his.

That hazy look, the one he craved every night, was on him. Knowing your thoughts were blank behind them, Toji asked you anyway.

"Does daddy make you feel like a fucking queen?"

You nodded. "Y-Ye- ooh~! D-Daddy's cock makes me feel good!"

"This is the only cock you want, right? No one can fuck you this way, right?"

"Y-Yes! Oh, please, J-Ji~!"

"Please what? Use your words, bunny."

With one last look up at him, you uttered out the words he's been dying to hear all night. "M-Make bunny cum, sir.."

Toji's grin widened, gripping onto your hips with a bruising force and holding you in place as he chuckled darkly. "Yes. Fucking. Ma'am."

Your eyes rolled, sobs of his name and your pleasure echoed throughout the room. Unable to even hold onto the headboard for support, you grabbed one of the pillows and bit into it. Muffling your screams until Toji ripped it from your grasp and wrapped his large hand around your throat.

"No muffling those fucking moans, baby." He said, squeezing on your neck. "I want to hear those cries for my dick. Quiet them, I stop."

You quickly nodded, grabbing at the sheets as Toji held your head in place. Squeezing you until you couldn't breathe only for him to release a little and pump the fucking breath from your lungs.

"Who's my baby? Who's my girl?" Toji asked, grunting and growling like an animal in rut fucking his mate sensless.

"I-I am! Fuck, I am!"

"That's right. You are. You're my little bunny."

You couldn't see it, but Toji's eyes were glowing a new gleam of emerald green. Bright enough to be light neon lights in the middle of the dark room, despite the one nightstand lamp on. Adoration and pride swelled in his chest, watching your drooling lips quiver as you came again and again.

Squeezing and milking his fat cock until he pumped his hot sperm into your awaiting womb. Your insides painted a milky white —like Toji's personal little canvas— and made your small tummy bulge as it was pushed into your cunt.

"Bunny! Fuck, Y/n!" Toji yelled, tensing up as he bit down on your shoulder and listened to your cries. "Cum on my dick, fucking cum like a good girl!"

"T-Toji!!"

Crying, sobbing, breaking, you didn't know what you were doing. Probably all of the above, since your cunt was holding onto Toji like you didn't want him to leave. Feeling his cum spurt out of your puffy walls, leaking down Toji's balls and past your clit onto the bed sheets that awaited below.

Panting and random moans soon filled the room as you and Toji held onto each other for dear life. Not wanting to release each other as your eyes were blown wide and white filled your sight, shaking and taking gulps of breath as you looked at each other.

"Y-You were.." Toji started, unable to finish once you locked lips with him and moaned into his mouth.

Swallowing the noises, Toji cupped your small head and clashed with you wholeheartedly. Pulling from your soft sex only to pump his fingers into you to keep his cum inside. Breeding kinks.

"F-Fank you... oh, fank youu.."

Toji chuckled, kissing you more gently now as you curled up into his chest and rested your head against him. Petting your head, Toji rested his head on the pillows and let a few shivers coarse through his body before he stood and grabbed a blanket.

After cleaning your clit and hole thoroughly —even dipping his tongue inside for 'further' shots— he tossed the dirty towel away again. Tugging up the discarded sweats and handing you some clean panties, Toji soon cuddled you and fell asleep.

Body and mind tired, you both slept in awe at the surprising amount of energy you had both spent. If only you knew that's how the next week would be spent..

a/n: So, this is part one of the Toji Smufiction Week Series. As you read before, it's mostly just smut for a small fiction, but it's going to have lots of fluff with it. The idea of a comforting Toji is nice, so I'm going to just fulfill a few daydreams for myself while writing these..

taglist: @jiminjamms

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Song~ "Tag, You're It" —Melanie Martinez [Slowed + Reverb]

[softiem]

you used to paint his skies (pt. 2)

pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x GN!Reader

overview: The one in which Bokuto is still swearing up and down that he loves you, but the nagging feeling in your chest is too strong to ignore.

word count: ~4.3k

content warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, MSBY!Bokuto, mildly suggestive scene at the end (no nsfw), our baby Bokuto kind of loses it at the end, don’t let the fluffy interludes deceive you again

notes: I’M SO SORRY FOR LITERALLY BEING DEAD FOR 6 MONTHS,,, Here’s the second part to “you used to paint his skies” :D (I think this is better than part one — at least I hope so). Some people asked to be tagged for this second part, so those will be below. Thank you for reading, darlings ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ <333

part one.

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“Baby?”

Faint sniffles came from Bokuto, whose head was currently nestled on your lap, the two of you strewn across the sofa. His arms were wrapped tight around your waist, as if he were afraid that holding you any looser would cause you to disappear from his arms. His voice was quiet, meek — nothing like the loud, boisterous ball of energy you’d grown to adore, to cherish.

To fall in love with.

Now, here the both of you were, a pile of cracked and fragmented pieces of the love you once shared, desperately grasping at whatever you could salvage from the mess.

You hummed a response.

“Are we gonna be okay?” Bokuto turned his head, his eyes staring up at you — wide, teary, and filled with a broken sense of hope.

In an attempt to avoid breaking down a third time, you cleared your throat. You still couldn’t look down at him, into his eyes that seemed to praise your very existence, even after the pain you caused.

“Please.” His voice cracked.

“Let’s not talk about that right now, Kou-Bokuto.”

He bit his lip roughly, enough to bite into the skin and draw a slight trace of blood. Choking on a weak sob, he nestled his head into your stomach once more. He couldn’t stop you from calling him that name anymore; he’d lost that privilege.

What could he have been asking for? For you to simply just call him your Koutarou again? For you not to leave him and stay in his arms? For you to kiss him and wipe those tears running from his pretty eyes as you tell him you’ll love him forever, no matter what?

Quite honestly, Bokuto didn’t know what he was asking of you; he didn’t know what he wanted from you.

The only thing running through his mind was the fact that he’d just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him.

You.

You, the love of his life. He knew you like the back of his hand.

He knew how, despite your small tendency to be romantically constipated, you tried your best to love him — even to the point of using stupidly cheesy pet names for each other.

– – – – –

“Please, baby!” Bokuto had your hands tightly grasped in his. “I swear, if you do this for me, I won’t ever ask you for anything else for the rest of my life — okay, that’s a lie because I really want ice cream after this, but you know what I mean!”

“Kou.” You drew in a breath. “I’m saying yes to the ice cream later, but those are the cheesiest pet names I have ever heard of.”

You saw the way Bokuto visibly deflated as he heard your soft rejection of his idea.

For the rest of the night (after stopping by the store and getting yourselves two tubs of ice cream, of course), the two of you sat cuddled up on the sofa half-paying attention to whatever B-list movie was recommended to you. Occasionally, you would hear Bokuto let out a deep sigh, most likely to try and guilt trip you into doing what he asked of you earlier.

Turning your head to face him, you grinned at the little pout on his lips as his eyes bore holes into the TV screen.

“Hey, Kou.”

Nothing. His attention stayed glued to the TV. The only sign that showed he’d heard you was the deepening of his pout.

“Koutaro, pretty boy. I’m talking to you,” you giggled.

Still nothing. You racked your brain for all of the possible ways this could end — every one of them resulted in the same thing.

Sighing, you brought up a finger to poke at his cheek. “Hey, dovey.”

If Bokuto were a dog, his ears would have stood straight up and his tail would have started wagging as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Say that again,” he demanded, his eyes wide and sparkling and the corner of his lips twitching, just barely restraining a smile.

When you didn’t reply, his fingers prodded at your side — a promise to tickle you if you didn’t humour him right now.

“Say it again! Who am I?”

“You’re my dovey.”

“And who are you?”

You struggled to fight the urge to curl up into yourself as you answered him, “I’m your lovey.”

“And what are we together?” Bokuto brought his face closer to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

“We’re lovey dovey.” You completed it with a pair of awkward jazz hands.

With that, Bokuto’s face split into a blinding smile as his laughter rang through the living room. He brought you tight into his arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yes! I knew you could do it, lovey!” Your cheeks grew warm as you were subjected to his rain of kisses on your face. 

Pulling him in for one last kiss to your lips, you whispered, “I love you so much, Kou.”

– – – – –

He knew how he was always the first thing on your mind; you’d put him as your first priority without fail, no matter how busy you were, even when he hadn’t put you as his.

– – – – –

Bokuto stared up at the crisp, white ceiling — hospitals were never a fun place to be in. He was broken from his thoughts when the door to his room burst open, revealing you in your ever-ethereal work clothes rushing toward him.

“Babe! Are you alright?” Stopping at the side of his bed, you brought his hand up to place a kiss on his knuckles.

Bokuto let out a light laugh as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yeah, it’s just a sprained ankle. Nothing to worry about, honey.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing to worry about’? Your coach said that you’d have to be out for two weeks!”

“That’s not too much! It’s not like I’ll be missing the whole season, angel.”

“But, Kou, you also have to–”

Bokuto stopped your worried rambling as he pulled you down, giving you a soft kiss on your lips and cheeks. He gave you a smile.

“Stop worrying, baby! Everything will be fine because I have the cutest, smartest, and kindest nurse to help me recover, right?”

“And who’s that?” You sent him a teasing look as your hands shuffled through your pockets looking for your phone.

“You, silly!” He paused before staring up at you in concern. “You are going to take care of me, right, baby?”

“I don’t know about that, Kou. Work has been hectic lately.” You pulled out your phone.

“But I’m injured! And I’m your boyfriend too! You can’t just leave your injured boyfriend alone to fend for himself! Baby!” Walking away from his bed, you exited the hospital room, tapping away on your phone.

A few minutes passed before you returned, seeing Bokuto sulking in the hospital bed, a familiar pout on his lips.

Your eyes softened as you gave him a smile. “Guess who just got two weeks off?”

– �� – – –

The foundation of your relationship was built upon the fact that the two of you knew each other like no other; you loved each other like no other.

So how had everything culminated into such a mess?

“Bokuto.” You felt the way his body stiffened as you called his name.

“Yes,” he hesitated, “honey?”

“Do you remember what I told you a couple years ago? About what I thought of love?”

Feeling a prickling sensation in his nose, Bokuto squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out a few tears that had collected on his eyelashes.

His voice came out hoarse and weak as he whispered, “I could never forget.”

– – – – –

The sky was enveloped in a cloak of darkness, but not even the onslaught of exhaustion could prevent the two of you from leaning back on the picnic blanket to stare up at the shimmering stars.

“Baby?” Bokuto turned his head to where you lay beside him. You hummed in response, half of your attention taken by the stars.

“What do you think about love?”

You raised an eyebrow, rolling onto your side to fully look at your boyfriend.

The moonlight casted harsh shadows on his face, but the way he looked at you — eyes sparkling with curiosity and the corners of his lips curled into a light smile — softened the darkness surrounding the two of you.

“Where did that question come from?” You raised a hand to lightly trace over the curves and slopes of his face; your thumb caressed his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Answer my question first, and then I’ll tell you.” His eyes turned into little crescent moons as he smiled at you. “Deal?”

You pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Hm, three kisses please,” you said, wiggling three of your fingers.

Bokuto laughed, indulging you with a kiss to both of your cheeks and a final kiss to your lips.

“Okay, okay,” you giggled. “You asked me what I think about love?”

He nodded.

“Well,” you sighed, turning back to face the midnight sky above you, “I think that love is like the sky — the sun, to be specific. It’s always changing, and everything is so unpredictable about it. There’s so much potential for destruction in what the sky holds. But, there’s always one constant. Do you know what it is, Kou?” You looked at him.

“What is it, angel?” His golden eyes glimmered, as if they were holding stars themselves.

Adjusting your position on the picnic blanket (you curled closer into Bokuto, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders), you continued, “It’s the sun. No matter how much it rains or snows or whatever weather catastrophe is happening, the sun is always going to be there. Sure, you can have multiple suns like those Star Wars planets, but…” you trailed off, looking into his eyes. “... I think I’m happy with my one sunshine.”

Bokuto, ever the romantic, pulled you into a nearly-bone-crushing hug as he laughed into your shoulder. After peppering kisses to your neck and jaw, he pulled away to look at you. He sported the brightest smile, but something sparkled behind those eyes of his.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re getting cheesier than me.”

You groaned, leaning away from him, “Shut up, Kou!”

He giggled before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Now let’s get home before these mosquitoes eat us alive, honey.”

“And then you’ll tell me where you got that question from?”

“Of course, honey! I never break a deal!”

– – – – –

How could he forget what you said? Every word you’ve ever spoken to him, he’s grasped onto like a lifeline, as if they would be your last. He was so close to bursting — so close to pulling himself off of your lap, looking into your pretty eyes, grasping your shoulders, and yelling at you, screaming at you, asking why you would think he could ever forget anything about you. How dare you think he could ever forget anything about you?

But he couldn’t do that. Not to you. Not anymore.

He didn’t realise that you’d gone silent — his world had gone silent — until your sniffles broke his reverie. His arms tightened around your waist as his head nuzzled into your stomach once again; it was a broken act of comfort.

“Honey,” the edges of his voice cracked as he called out for you. “Talk to me. Please. Don’t… don’t stay quiet.”

Being met with another bout of silence was almost excruciating. Bokuto was struggling to keep himself together, to keep his head above the water before he drowned in his thoughts of losing you.

He launched himself up from your lap, grabbing your face with shaky hands. He had tears running down his face once again. His face was blotchy, and his hair was a mess. He was a mess.

“Please, lovey,” he whispered. If you stayed silent just one minute longer, he’d collapse. He was sure of it. Fighting the urge to just sit himself in your lap, pull you tight against him, and beg you not to leave, Bokuto settled with caressing the skin under your shirt.

Finally, you broke the silence.

“I forgot to tell you one thing that night.” You moved your hand from where it was resting in his hair back to your side; he tensed at the loss of your touch.

He swallowed, his anxiety began to pile up once again. “What’d you forget, baby?”

“Even though the sun” — your voice cracked — “is a constant, sometimes it can be too much. Burn too bright and dry up everything underneath the sky. Sometimes...” you paused to take a deep breath, trying to swallow back the lump that was growing in your throat. “Sometimes the sun can do even worse harm than anything the sky could do.”

Bokuto could feel the gradual increase of his heartbeat. He shook his head, his fingers involuntarily digging into your skin. No, no, you didn’t mean that. You couldn’t mean that. If you did he… he didn’t know what he would do.

“I’m sorry, Bokuto,” you murmured, “I can’t stay here any longer.”

You tried to pry yourself out of his grip, but he wouldn’t relent. His arms were shaking as he pulled you even closer into him. He was whispering something to himself.

“Bokuto, I’m being serious.” You tried to keep your voice stable but failed miserably — it all came out shaky, your tone uneven. “Let me go.”

His whispers grew louder until you could finally understand what he was saying.

“No, no. This isn’t real. I love you. I love you. No, don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I love you.”

You called his name. Once, twice, thrice. As you called for him, his whispers grew to full-blown cries.

“Bokuto!”

“I’M SORRY DON’T LEAVE ME!”

But the only thing your eyes chose to focus on was the trail of red and purple leading down his neck.

You felt a prickling sensation behind your eyes, a feeling that had grown familiar to you in the past few hours.

Bokuto caught the wandering of your eyes down his neck, a faraway mist muddled the irises he loved gazing into; he realised what you were staring at, forcing down a choked sob. He clenched his jaw, violently cursing himself for making you feel like you weren’t enough, like you weren’t the one keeping him standing straight.

Like you weren’t his sun, moon, stars, and whatever else you filled the fucking sky with.

He gently moved your head, trying to get you to look back into his eyes and away from the bruised mistake that marred his skin. His thoughts only filled with one thing — “Come back to me, baby.”

Waves of relief crashed against him once you met his eyes.

“Baby– Angel– I’m so– I don’t– Please–” Bokuto struggled to keep his thoughts straight. Not when you stared at him with an iciness that pierced his heart every time he looked back into your eyes, hoping to find even the smallest trace of love left for him.

He let out a rough sigh, frustrated with his inability to speak through the racing of his heart. His hands, still cupping your face, lightly squeezed your cheeks to ground himself. He looked back to you, his eyes swimming with even more tears, trying to send a message to you that he couldn’t put into words.

You looked away from him, focusing on the ticking clock on the wall as you gnawed your lip. A question had been running through your mind ever since he cracked into your resolve to leave and pulled you to the sofa, laying his head in your lap.

Your eyes turned back to him.

“Can you tell me something, Bokuto?”

“Yes, yes, baby, of course. I’ll do anything you want.” He eagerly nodded, a small spark of hope sparkled within him.

“Why’d you lie?”

He felt as though you just dumped him into one of Atsumu’s god-awful ice baths.

“What’re you saying, angel?” His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Earlier,” you croaked. “I asked you earlier how long you’ve been” — you couldn’t say that word; it’d hurt too much — “messing around.”

A glint of recognition passed his eyes.

Continuing, you forced your voice out, even though it grew weaker the more you tried to hide your pain, “You said that it was just this once. That wasn’t the whole truth, was it?”

Fuck. Bokuto took his hands away from your face, opting to grasp one of your hands in his. He gave your knuckles a kiss before looking back at you, his eyes teeming with unadulterated guilt and desperation.

“I-I knew them before this ever happened. We met at one of the team parties, but you weren’t there because you were at work.” He saw a glimpse of darkness shadow over your face, and his heartbeat picked up again (not that it ever really settled). “But we never did anything! Not until last night, at least.” His voice grew quiet at the end.

“And never once did it occur to you to tell them that you were taken?”

Bokuto’s lips started trembling — no doubt he’d begin crying again. He looked down, trying to avoid your glare, but his grip on your hand never loosened.

“Please, baby. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “I’m so fucking sorry. I fucked up in the worst way possible. But I promise you, I never did anything with them before. We just talked at that one party. I promise you that. I promise, honey.”

The look in your eyes became even colder, even more distant; something akin to hatred was present as well. No, this couldn’t be happening. His worst nightmare was coming true. You’d finally learned the truth and were going to leave him. You might have called him your sunshine that one night two years ago, but, to him, you were his oxygen — without you, he was truly nothing. Just a corpse of a man, not worth wasting a breath on.

He was losing you. Again.

“I’m leaving, Bokuto.” You roughly pulled your hand from his grasp, ignoring his cries for you to please stop, to listen for just a minute longer. “Don’t you dare try to look for me.”

Bokuto whimpered, following you to where you were trying to pick up your bags in your haste of anger. Once again, he tugged at the straps, trying to steal them away from you, but his arms grew weak at the scowl pointed his way.

His breath quickened, and his heart raced. He was panicking, grasping at straws to have to rethink your choice and stay with him so he could apologise for the rest of both of your lives. He’d spend the remainder of eternity begging for your forgiveness if only you’d just stay with him.

But he couldn’t say a word. Not with his blinded panic, and definitely not with the terrible, agonising look you were giving him as you stared back at him.

Was this how you felt when he’d walked out on you last night? Hopeless. Defenseless. As if you weren’t even worth a grain of sand underneath the other’s shoe.

“Lovey, I’m sorry!” Bokuto cried out one more time, hoping that he’d reach out to whatever small piece of love you still held for him. “I said I’m sorry! Please just forgive me, don’t leave me. Please! I’m begging you! Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it a million times over. Just, please,” he quieted to a whisper, just barely reaching your ears, “stay with me, and we can get through this together.”

His face crumpled as he heard your responding scoff.

“There’s no more ‘together’ for us, Bokuto.”

Your words stung — well, they stung as much as a gunshot or a knife to the heart would sting. He pressed on, desperate to get you to hear him out.

“I’m your sunshine, right? Your dovey. Your babe. Your pretty boy. Your Koutarou. Right?” He gripped onto the hem of his shirt, balling his hands into fists. “No matter what you call me, I’m yours. And I always will be. Even if you leave me right now, I’ll never stop looking for you. You know why?”

You stayed silent.

“Because I am just as much your sun as you are mine.”

His words echoed in your mind — that twisted, gnawing feeling came back in your gut. You knew that if you stayed for one more minute, it’d be over for you, and you’d go running back into his arms that always held you so tightly. Into his arms that smelt like home. Into his arms that made you feel like you were on top of the world as long as he was by your side. Into his arms that held onto another once the two of you reached a rough patch.

You made your decision.

“Koutarou…” His head snapped up to look at you, his eyes wide and glittering with a false sense of hope. “I’m sorry. I have to leave.”

There was another feeling growing within Bokuto. It was ugly, festering in the deepest parts of his mind — coming from a place that refused to acknowledge his faults. This feeling, it blamed

you. Why would you hurt him like this? How could you hurt him like this? You said he was your sunshine, your dovey, your Koutarou! How cruel could you be to lead him on, calling him ‘Koutarou’ again? You said you loved him!

“Don’t leave me!” He raised his voice. This feeling was taking over him, and it was angry. “If you leave, I’ll-I’ll…” His voice trailed off as he tried to regain control of himself.

Your brows furrowed. He still had the energy to yell, huh?

“You’ll what?” You took a step toward him. He looked away from you, trying to avoid your burning gaze. “Tell me, Koutarou. What will you do if I leave?”

He shook his head; you knew what that meant — “I won’t say it.”

“You’ll go back to them, won’t you?” you scoffed. “Have fun, Koutarou.”

Adjusting the straps of your bags, you gave him one last glare before moving toward the door once more.

That feeling came back in Bokuto’s mind, and it was stronger than ever. Pounding against the walls he built up, it roared, telling him to make you regret hurting him, make you think twice about leaving him. Bokuto was panicking, his will to beg you to stay was growing weaker as the feeling inside him became increasingly angry at you for causing him so much pain.

He knew he’d regret the next words he’d say to you, but that realisation came a second too late.

“I’ll never forgive you!”

You froze. Turning back around to face him, your eyes narrowed. “What?”

“If you leave me, I’ll never forgive you!”

His eyes were burning into you, a raging fire behind them.

“You’ll never forgive me?” you spat.

As quickly as the fire grew, it was extinguished as Bokuto’s expression morphed into one of shock.

“Wait, baby, I didn’t mean it! I promi–”

Dropping your bags by the door, you strided toward his figure. Pushing him against the wall, you pulled him in by the collar, melding his lips with yours.

The kiss was rough, angry, desperate — an amalgamation of everything you’ve felt in the past few hours going back and forth with Bokuto.

You pushed yourself into the space between his legs as he finally recovered from his shock and tried to match your tempo, his hands pulling you close into his body. Your teeth clashed together, and you had half the mind to bite his tongue in your mouth, but you held back.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you pulled his head back, ignoring his small, pained whine. The offensive mess of red and purple blotches still covered the expanse of his neck. A scowl grew on your face.

Bokuto yelped as he felt your lips latch onto his neck, sucking your own bruises over the ones already existing from his escapade. You were rough, unrelenting in your nearly-primal way of claiming him.

Trying to ignore your satisfaction from hearing his whimpers of your name, you pulled away, looking at your series of marks covering the ones from his other lover. The two of you were left panting — him trying to meet your eyes and you trying to avoid looking at him at all costs.

Leaning into his ear, you placed a gentle bite on his lobe. He tensed ever-so-slightly.

“You’ll never forgive me if I leave?” you hummed.

His hands that were under your shirt, roaming across your back, froze.

“B-Baby, wait, I didn’t–” He tried to plead with you until your next words completely shattered what was left of his broken, battered heart.

“I think I can live with that.”

You quickly backed away from him, evading his attempts to grab at your waist to stop you from leaving, and picked up your bags by the door. Looking back at him one last time, you nearly broke your facade.

After all he’s done, you still loved your Koutarou — no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise — and seeing him on his knees, sobbing, begging you not to leave for the umpteenth time, your will was wearing thin.

“Goodbye, Koutarou.”

The slam of the front door echoed across the remnants of his shattered heart and all he had the strength to do was cry. Pulling at the strands of his hair, he sobbed, begging into the air, weeping with no one to listen to him.

Without you, his world had no sky; everything was bathed in the shadow of your absence.

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tags: @katelyns-stuff @random-fandom-girl-24

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A Wife for Thor Pt.30 - End

An Offer She Can’t Refuse

09/05/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 4,954

Warnings: character death, smut, language, fluff

A/N: This is the end! The is the last chapter. I had only really one more thing I needed to tie up as far as loose ends goes and I’m so glad with how it came out. Also, the scene at the beginning was so much fun to write. Like, I was giggling like an idiot. Anywho, hope y’all enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it! I’m sad to say goodbye to this reader but who knows, maybe I’ll do some holiday one shots for this pairing at some point. No promises, but maybe. Thanks for going with me on this journey! xoxo

Please DO NOT REPOST my stories on any other sites or blogs. Please DO NOT TRANSLATE.

REBLOGS are always welcome!

“My wife died!”

Thor’s voice is tight, strangled and stuck in his throat as he says the words loudly. He sits forward, hands grasping the sides of his head.

His hair is long now. Back to the length that you’d first admired in him in the videos of him fighting alongside the Avengers.

He’d grown it out for you, because you’d love it so. Now he fists it, yanking on it slightly as he shakes his head.

“Your Majesty…”

“Please,” Thor begs. “She died. She was in my arms and she stopped breathing. She wouldn’t open her eyes. I was alone. Even with Loki and Heimdall at my side, she was gone and I was alone.”

“Thor, leave Estrid alone.”

The poor woman looks up at you, mouthing a quick thanks before she scurries from the room leaving you and Thor alone in your private sitting room.

At his feet Tavis sits playing with a few blocks. Ten months old now and already so strong. Each block he lifts he brings to his mouth to taste then tosses it further than a baby his age should be able to.

Thor springs to his feet carefully and moves towards you, scooping you into the cage of his arms and dipping you before kissing your lips with a loud smack. Then he turns to the baby in your arms who is breathing rapidly from excitement at her daddy’s proximity.

“Come here, you little terror,” he coos at her and takes her from you after standing you upright.

As he walks away, you press your hand to your side, groaning as his dip had twisted the sore spot a little.

Thor whips around to look at you, face devoid of any humor from his silliness before. He balances Kasi with his large hand on her little back and she reaches up and babbles nonsense as she tugs on his beard.

He’s unbothered.

“Did I hurt you, cherub?” he worries.

“No,” you smile at him making your way to the sofa to sit behind the spot where Thor will place Kasi beside her brother. “No, I’m just sore still.”

Thor puts your daughter down about a foot away in the very spot you’d known he would. After scooping some blocks over for her to play with too, he rushes to your side and sits literally right beside you, arm thrown around the back of the sofa while his other finds your thigh to stroke gently.

“How bad is the pain? Worse or better than last week?” he checks.

“Better,” you smile. “I’m okay, puppy.”

“You died,” Thor frowns.

“For a few minutes, Thor. Also, you have to stop using that to get more ice cream from Estrid. She gets upset every time.”

You chuckle despite the topic and Thor pouts.

“I only wanted a bit more, not a lot.”

“I have three children, not two!” you tease him.

“Oh, is that right?” Thor says low and quiet.

The hand on your thigh snakes upwards, tickling the soft skin of your thighs. Luckily you’re wearing shorts and while he can definitely go higher, he’ll have to force his hand up the leg before he can touch anything significant.

You look at him, a sultry smirk in place as he leans in and presses a slow kiss to your lips. He tilts his head, placing his hand on the back of your head before pulling you in for another kiss, this time gently tasting your bottom lip.

“The babies,” you remind him.

“They’re fine,” Thor whispers, tilting your head and slipping his tongue past your lips.

His hand moves surprisingly easily up your pant leg and his fingers tickle the fleshy patch of your pussy. His middle finger extends further and he traces your slit, stopping at the peak of your mound in search of your clit.

You break away from his kiss for a moment, gasping at his touch before you yank him back against your lips.

Thor’s fingers do the devil’s work, or angels, depending on how you want to see it, and you spread your legs for him as he pushes his long digit into you.

He finds your spot easily and you throw your head back, breaking the kiss to breathe. He’s quick to kiss your neck, finding your thrumming pulse and suckling on the spot.

“Thor…” you moan and push him away from you.

“Where are you going?” Thor gasps, looking hazed out on lust as you round the sofa and move towards the doors.

“Estrid!”

She pops out from the side and her cheeks are tinged pink but she hurries in, knowing what you want.

“How are you, my wee little ones,” she gushes, sitting on the floor with the twins as you take Thor’s hand and pull him to his feet.

You don’t stop pulling Thor along until you’re in your bedroom, door locked, clothes hitting the floor as both of you undress and fall onto the bed.

The wince Thor’s weight pulls from you is unintentional and he quickly pulls back, searching your side for the large purple spot that has only lightened fractionally since Loki managed to pull the arrow and break the enchantment.

He kisses the spot softly, tracing the shape of the wound before he licks around its edge.

“Mmph, Thor,” you grunt, the sensation raising goosebumps on your skin.

Thor hurries up to meet your lips and uses his large hands placed on the back of your thighs near your butt to push your legs up and open.

His cock falls heavy against your core and he moves his hips forward and back over and over, slicking himself with your juices as he kisses you.

With his long hair tickling your shoulders and cheeks, you reach down to line him up and the bulb of his head slips through into your cunt.

You gasp, breaking his kiss as he stretches you. Biting your lip, you bring your hands down to his bottom and squeeze.

He grunts at the gesture and unable to help himself, he thrusts into you, burying himself completely as you cry out in ecstatic shock.

Thor gives you a minute to adjust, leaning down to bite your nipples gently then licking the sting away before he suckles on them.

He tastes your milk, stupidly ravenous for it. He switches to the other and sucks gently, moaning.

You hold his head there with one hand, fisting his golden hair while you give his ass another squeeze and buck up into him, urging him to move.

He obeys, pulling his cock almost completely out before thrusting into you again.

The start is slow, steady, as Thor finds his rhythm and the angle that he knows drives you nuts.

You cry out sharply when he does and he knows he’s got it. He pulls away from your breasts, smiling down at you smugly before leaning back and hooking his hands just above the curve of your bottom. He arches your back as he sits on his ankles as best as his bulky body will allow and with your body lifted and supported by his arms, he rams into you hitting that spot.

He brings one hand out from underneath you, his thumb finds your clit and he rubs it in slow delicious circles.

You spasm under his touch as your body is electrified but he doesn’t stop and you twitch in his hold as you orgasm.

Only when you grip his wrists does he hold still, letting you ride out the high until you’re also still and your breathing isn’t so hitched.

“Ow,” you sigh, reaching up to your side.

Thor frowns, leaning over you to kiss the spot again, nuzzling it with his nose then traces kisses up along your stomach and between your breasts.

“Mmm,” you sigh, pushing his long hair back to look at his face.

“I love the way you fuck me, Thor,” you whisper for him knowing he’ll need just a little push to get him moving again.

He’s been so attentive about your injury.

His face contorts with desire and grief but he does what you want and he starts to piston into you again.

He fucks you deep and you pull him down to kiss away the strife from his body. It only takes a few good thrusts to get him to relax and focus on the pleasure your bodies demand.

You know when he’s close because he chases his release with small faster thrusts. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body up again, arching your back as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and grind up against him chasing a second climax.

He comes hard, voice guttural as he growls and that familiar electricity hits your body sending your own pleasure crashing at its peak.

You cry out, holding him to you as both your bodies relish in their highs.

The haze of sex lingers between you as Thor slides to the side to lay beside you but he keeps you in his arms, kissing your lips hungrily.

The anxiety in his massive form gives you your own worry but you know it stems from your time unconscious after you came home.

“I’m okay, puppy,” you promise him as he reaches down to hook your leg around his hip.

He’s already thrusting again, his dick semi-soft but hardening with each plunge.

You exhale slowly, shutting your eyes as you rest your forehead against his.

“I’m okay,” you assure him.

“I almost lost you,” Thor grieves, thrusting a little harder.

“But I’m here, puppy,” you promise him and kiss him.

He kisses you back then rolls onto his back. You mount him, pushing yourself up and start to ride him, your hands splayed along his chest as you rock your body.

He grabs hold of your hips and helps you move.

“Fuck, you feel so good, cherub,” Thor moans, and his urging speeds you up.

Ignoring the ache of your side, you lean on him to make it easier to pump yourself up and down on him.

“Gonna fill you up,” Thor’s deep voice whispers and the stutter your heart makes, the quake in your cunt drives you faster at his words as you throw your head back and bring his hands up to your breasts to fondle.

His spoken desire drives you absolutely nuts and you can’t wait for him to do just as he says.

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This visit has been coming for a while now. It’s been needed actually. You’ve been neglectful of your tenants.

These tenants in particular are important.

You’re alone, because that’s what you feel like you need. Not just for yourself, but for your friends too.

To you, that’s what they’ve always been.

A heavy sigh slips past your lips and you can’t put it off anymore. You reach up and knock.

The heavy timber of the door thuds thickly and you hear a scuffle of feet on the other side. There’s an adorable chuckle, a toddler probably wobbling around on her adorable tiny feet unsteadily.

The familiar voice comes through, “‘Twill be just a moment!”

“Take your time, Thora. There’s no rush.”

“Your Majesty?!”

The scuffling, shuffling, and noise on the other side of the door gets a bit more frantic and then the locks on the door are clicking out of place before it’s pulled open.

Standing there with her adorable little Luta in her arms is Thora, Armod’s wife, still as astoundingly beautiful as always.

Her long ice-blonde hair is much shorter than when you were last with her.

“Finally took my advice about cutting your hair, huh?”

“Come in, Your Majesty,” Thora gasps, moving back to let you in while Luta reaches out for you.

You take the toddler and she clings, resting her head on your shoulder and yawning.

She hasn’t seen you in a few weeks but she seems to remember you fine.

“Tea, Ma’am?” Thora asks, but you shake your head.

“I’m okay. I actually came to have a talk.”

You sit in the chair that Thora indicates is for you and you settle in, adjusting baby Luta in your arms as she dozes off.

“Oh?” Thora smiles as she sits in the chair across from you. “‘Tis an honor, Ma’am.”

You smile at her kindly and stroke Luta’s back.

“Thora, I-I should have come so much sooner. But things just got away from me. First everything that happened with Jane and then my pregnancy, and then I had the twins and then Thor was taken hostage by that psycho Amora. Then I almost died. Lots has happened to keep me away from you and this little angel.”

She smiles but doesn’t interrupt.

“I was so shocked when I woke up from my injuries and found out that everyone knew about Thor and Amora and how close I came to dying,” you nod.

Thora’s beautiful face contorts with sympathy, “We were all very terrified, Ma’am. ‘Twas too soon for us to lose our King and Queen.”

“Yeah,” you smile, clasping your hands underneath Luta’s little bottom. “The things is, there were only a very few people that knew about Thor being taken. See, the guard was shifting in the palace and that’s when Amora decided to strike. So, she attacked me and the prince, distracting me with Jane who she’s been using this entire time as a kind of puppet? To drive me and Thor apart. And while I was distracted with my son, she snuck into the throne room and put a spell on Thor so that he’d go willingly.

“The plan to go after him was even less known because there was only the Avengers that came to guard the twins, Estrid, my personal maid, David, and Armod who drove me to the Gate. No one else in the palace staff knew anything about Thor being taken or that we were going after him.

“We fed them a story about Thor going overseas to the United States for talks about trade with the Kingdom and they all believed it. We made sure they did.”

Thora’s face, already pale and milky, goes even whiter. She sits stiffly, blinking rapidly a few times as she fidgets, twisting her fingers around the hand embroidered sash of her Asgardian dress.

“It took me, us, really because we’ve all been searching since the incident with Jane first happened for who might have been the person leaking all of our information to the press. All the stories were so...distressing. Very few of them were true but a few hit the nail on the head and that more than anything made it hard to guess who it was that was betraying me and my new family.”

You bite your bottom lip, considering the squirming woman across from you.

“It wasn’t until I woke up from literally dying that I knew there was only one person who could possibly commit this kind of treason,” you let that word sink in.

“Your Majesty, I-”

She’s cut off by the front door opening. She stands up, hands shaking and stares as her handsome Armod comes through. He smiles at her then notices you and drops into a bow.

“Your Majesty! What an honor. I had no idea you’d be visiting us today,” he gushes looking happy to see you. “You look so well.”

“Thank you, Armod,” you smile at him, grateful for his kindness.

He looks at his wife as she stands there nervously, shifting from foot to foot. He seems to notice the tension and with a wary smile turns from her to you and back to his wife.

“What’s happened, my love? Are you alright?” Armod moves to her and takes hold of her arm in support as you get to your feet.

This isn’t what you wanted. You don’t want to expose her. You just want her to stop.

Almost everyone had already forgotten about the mole in the palace. Almost everyone.

“Here, Armod,” you move over to him and he takes little Luta from you. “I should go. Loki’s waiting for me in the east tower and I shouldn’t be late for my lesson or he’ll rage my ear off.”

With one final caress at little Luta’s cute head, you move for the door.

“Your Majesty!” Thora calls, hurrying after you a few steps.

You hold up your hand to stop her and shake your head, “It’s okay. Really. I think we’ve both learned a valuable lesson. I’ll see you next week? For our usual visit?” 

Armod looks super confused and unfortunately something tells you he won’t be letting it go once you’re gone.

This sucks for both of them. You wish he’d come home just a few minutes later.

Thora curtsies and with a nod you leave them, hoping that their marriage can survive her deceit and that Armod might be forgiving for the sake of their love and baby.

If he can’t, you don’t blame him at all, but sometimes people make mistakes and you’d hate for him to lose a good thing when this has been Thora’s only mistake. If it’s been her only mistake.

Something tells you that she’ll never do it again, either.

You had hoped to find out why she did it. Judging by the new furnishings and slightly better appliances, you can guess.

The walk back to the palace is slow. You take your time to get some air and greet the staff walking around when they stop to let you pass or bow and curtsy.

Some of the children that live in the houses that line the palace walls are out and about playing and they welcome you excitedly when you stop to talk to them and ask them about their days.

You leave them with an order of sweets on the way.

“You are very kind to your people, Your Majesty,” David smiles as you come around the corner to where you’d left him to linger while you went to speak to Thora.

“They’ve been so nice to me all this time. I mean it when I say I love them. Being their Queen isn’t hard. Being a Queen, yes. Loving them as my own people? Not in the slightest.”

“You are a good woman, I’m glad they seem to notice.”

You nudge David with your shoulder and he chuckles.

“I’m leaving tonight. I have a meeting with a client the day after tomorrow and I must go home and prepare,” he stops to look at you and you nod. “I’m going to pack now, but perhaps we might have dinner before I go?”

“Of course, David. And you know that you’re always welcome here whenever you want to get away from the grind or come and see the twins?” You offer him a smile and he nods in agreement.

Yes. He knows. Your surrogate father knows how precious he is to you and you to him.

“Yes. I’ll see you at dinner, then.” He reaches over and gives your arm a squeeze before moving back into the palace to go pack.

The east tower is already buzzing with the green aura of Loki’s magic. He’s sitting lazily on a chair by a small table in the large stone room. On the left wall is a balcony with doors thrown open and the windows with their curtains pulled up.

On the right is an extinguished fireplace. It’s too hot for fire right now.

“You’re late!” Loki exclaims.

“I know.”

As you move to get a glass of water from the same table he’s sitting at, he watches your expression carefully.

“Show me,” he says simply and you turn around and lift your shirt to show him your side.

“Why is it all red?” Loki frowns, pulling you closer and poking at the edges of the wound.

“Um…” you feel your neck burn and you avoid looking at him as you take another sip. “Thor and I might have spent some time together after breakfast and also after lunch.”

“Really? He couldn’t have waited until you were a little more healed?” Loki demands.

“He?!” You laugh. “Loki, I’m going to say this with as much class as I can possibly muster, okay? But I like it when Thor rails me hard, into the bed, and leaves me with an aching back. And I’m not going to apologize for egging him on, okay? It’s been months and I get that I need to heal but I also really need to feel my husband and he really needs to feel me after what happened. I did literally die for a bit and then I came back and didn’t wake up for almost a month, so no. We can’t wait.”

“Are you finished?” Loki asks, looking exasperated with you.

“Yes.”

“You’re both animals,” he states and gets to his feet.

“So are you, buddy. You’re an alien here on Earth, remember?”

“I put those restrictions in place because of the danger that pregnancy might bring on your body. I don’t know that you would survive the strain right now.”

“So then let’s stop talking and get back to training, Loki! I’m not going to stop living my life because of what that stupid woman did, okay?” you huff.

Loki growls, “You’ve gotten more and more stubborn the longer you’ve been married to my brother.”

“Good!” You put down your water.

Loki stands beside you, fuming, but determined. You hold out your hands for him and he places his over yours.

“Are you ready? I’m going to give you more than I’ve done so far. It might be too much?” he checks.

“I’m ready, Loki. We’ve been at this for months. I’m ready to start making some improvement.”

You’ve been training with Loki since you were able to stand properly and can still only summon anything here in this room with Loki next to you.

“My dear sister, it might be years before you can summon any magic on your own with any success, unless…” he stands up straight again, dropping his hands to his hips as he thinks.

“What?” you ask, dropping your own hands and relaxing your own stance too.

“I can’t believe I never thought of it before,” he confesses. “There’s someone who might be able to help us. Help you, especially.”

“Really? Who?”

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It takes a few days for Thor to set up the meeting for you. He really wants to stay with you, but you ask him to go. This is something you want to do on your own. You need to develop this skill with your own strength.

Thor can support you from afar.

Even though they’ve all praised you for your bravery and strength in getting Thor back and how it would have been impossible to break Amora’s spell without your sacrifice, you felt useless when it came to anything else.

This is how you can be an asset.

The doors of your sitting room open and you stand up, smoothing the sleek red dress. It puffs out at the skirt a little but the fabric is soft and comfortable since you spend most of your day with your babies.

Estrid curtsies for you and steps back after announcing your guest, “Doctor Stephen Strange, Ma’am.”

He steps through, confident, but looking like he wants to make a good impression.

“Doctor Strange,” you greet and step forward with your hand extended to shake it.

He surprises you by turning it over and giving you a bow and a quick kiss to the knuckles.

“Your Majesty,” he responds, a smile on his lips.

He’s distinguished looking with gray at his temples but he doesn’t look like he should have it. He’s still so young. Not too young.

His clothes are a simple set of trousers and a blazer. Not too formal but not casual either.

“Please, just my name is fine. At least when we’re in private.”

“Very well, just Stephen is fine. All the time,” he chuckles and stands by the seat that you point out before you’re sitting down again and then he takes his own.

“I’m sorry if this was inconvenient for you. From what I understand you’re usually busy protecting New York?” you ask, reaching over to ring a bell on the end table by your seat.

Estrid comes back in, “Tea, please Estrid?”

She curtsies and disappears, shutting the door behind her.

“A bit more than just New York, but I am stationed there,” Stephen agrees.

“Mmm. Loki and Thor tell me that you’re a sorcerer?”

Your probing summons another polite smile from him. It isn’t fake, but it is a little forced. He’s trying to be respectful.

“Your Majesty,” he clears his throat and says your name, “I know that you’ve asked to meet me for a specific reason. I think we can cut through all the small talk. I don’t want to sound insolent but I do have to get back to New York as soon as I possibly can. I’m not supposed to leave it unprotected for long.”

“Right, right.” You nod. “Look, I...you’re human. Loki and Thor and the stupid chick who took Thor seven months ago, they’re Asgardian. Magic is in their blood, you know? And while I was able to get Thor back, I nearly died trying to do it.

“I want to be able to stand a chance against these enemies. Even if all I do is defensive and not offensive, I need to do something. I need to be able to protect my family at the very least and my people if possible. Can you help me?”

Stephen considers you for a bit, watching your eyes specifically before he scoots forward drawing you to lean towards him a bit too.

“You know when I heard that you and Thor were getting married, I wondered how you’d two make it work. You know the whole him living for thousands of years and you only get what? Fifty? Sixty more years?”

This thought was something you tried not to think about. You’d come to terms with your mortality in comparison to Thor’s. He’d be there for you babies and that’s all that matters. You’ve accepted that.

The sitting room door opens again and you see a squirming Tavis in Estrid’s arms. She peeks in sheepishly but moves towards you as you’re already adjusting in your seat to take him.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but he’s been inconsolable. I can’t fathom…” she shakes her head, her forehead beading with sweat.

The twins are sweet but they’re also a handful.

“That’s alright, I’ll take him, Estrid.”

You take your squirming son and he settles a little in your lap but as you sit with him facing Stephen, his little hands held in yours as he kicks his feet in frustration, you notice his empty ears.

“Oh, Estrid, his earpieces are gone.”

Estrid rounds to your side and focuses on his ears to see that his hearing aids are indeed missing.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Your Majesty. I didn’t even notice,” Estrid gasps.

“Hey, it’s okay. He probably either tore them out while he was playing or they slipped off somewhere while he was sleeping. He’s just fussy without them, aren’t you my sweet angel?”

You bounce him in your lap and he mumbles and groans, his little cries of frustration echoing around the room.

“I really am so very sorry, Your Majesty,” Estrid curtsies, panicked. She’s so attached and attentive to your babies, you can see how much it bothers her that she didn’t notice.

“Estrid,” you call her back, waiting until she stops and turns to look at you. “Really, it’s okay. I’ve forgotten to check too. And he’s a baby. He won’t remember being bothered by it, okay? Please don’t be upset about it.”

Estrid looks like she wants to argue that she should have noticed but you smile at her and can see her visibly relax.

“Okay?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she smiles sheepishly. “I’ll just go check in the nursery.”

“Bring me Si as well, Estrid. I’ll need to feed her soon.”

With another curtsy she disappears through the doors.

Stephen watches you with your boy for a bit as you comfort him and when Tavis has settled a little after you press his ear to your chest so that he can hear the vibrations of your voice as you speak, you get back on topic.

“What’s your point, Doctor? Why ask me about that?” you wait, shifting uncomfortably at the sore topic.

“What if I told you that there might be a way that you can….extend your life?”

Your heart flutters, hands start to tingle, and you push yourself to the edge of your seat.

“Wh-what do you mean?” This sounds oddly like the answer to all of your hopes.

“It would take an immense amount of skill. Do you think you could handle training for what might be years of your life?” Stephen watches you, contemplating his offer.

“Is it safe?” you wonder, with your little boy in your arms, you want to make sure that you’ll be okay for him and Si.

“No. But if you learn how to do it, you’ll get your wish. You’ll be able to protect everyone you love.” he promises.

You contemplate his offer for a few long moments, your son squirming in your arms bringing your attention to his vulnerability, the fact that he almost lost you to death with Amora, and how much you want to be there to watch him grow into a man and thrive among his people.

“Can we start after Amora’s trial?” you ask.

Doctor Strange smiles “This is gonna be fun.”

[etherealperrie]

Places We Were Made

Eddie Munson x Reader: In which Eddie and Reader explore how to spend their newfound summer freedom post graduation. The pair often find themselves in the back fields of Hawkins, Indiana. Most times they're alone, reveling in one another's love, but sometimes, they're accompanied by a fellow friend.

Word Count: 1.1k

Contains: Established Relationship | Dustin & Eddie being best friends | Explicit Language (like, one word) | PDA | Eddie being chaotic but also soft |

A/N: For my sake, I had to re-write the scene with Eddie and Dustin in the field and make it less sad, less of an omen (but I also wanted to write a reader-insert). So, this takes place pre ~those~ events in season 4 vol.2 which I am pretending don't exist. In this house, Eddie graduates, snatches that diploma, & spends time with the people he loves.

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Another stifling Indiana summer. A stale breeze blows across the open field, picking up the ends of your hair to let the tresses tickle your cheeks and nose, only to die down in the next second. The soft scent of overgrown grass and wildflowers fills your nose as you take a deep breath, savoring the quiet afternoon. It had been two weeks since graduation and things were finally starting to feel settled. You fell into a familiar routine that mostly consisted of early mornings, afternoon adventures, and late nights all with Eddie, the two of you spending as much time together around Hawkins with no real agenda, just the freedom of youth taking you any and everywhere. 

You two often found yourselves here, in the open clearing behind the trailer park. It’s the perfect escape from the watchful wandering eyes of the town, a place where you two could just be and do whatever you wanted. Some days you’d lay under the sun with him with your head in his lap as he talked through his newest D&D campaign ideas, watching his animated expressions from below. Other days you’d stop by and watch the sunset on your way to The Hideout for one of Eddie’s shows. And some nights you sat at the base of a tree near the edge of the clearing, passing a joint back and forth, his head resting on your shoulder as you both dreamt about life beyond Hawkins. But most days looked just like today: you and Eddie…and Dustin.  

“No wedgies, no wedgies!” Dustin shouts in the distance. You look up from your notebook, raising a hand to block out the sun as you search for him. You spot him just across the clearing, in a headlock, trying to push Eddie away and failing.

“Fight fair, Munson!” you shout. Eddie and Dustin look up from their tiff, Dustin narrowly escaping certain doom. He shoves Eddie lightly, which Eddie returns with a harsh noogie. The two of them mosey over to where you sit on the trunk of a fallen tree, Dustin hopping up on it to sit beside you, scooting close to look over your shoulder into your notebook. 

Snapping the leather shut, you glare at him. “Hey, I just helped you escape certain wedgie doom, I think I’d butt out if I were you.” 

He laughs, “butt out…get it?” 

“I made the joke, Henderson, I get it.” 

Eddie chuckles this time, stepping close to you to stand between your thighs, his hands drifting mindlessly to your shoulders. His fingers trace small circles over your exposed skin, moving up your neck towards your lips. Goosebumps form in his wake, a chill running through you despite the weather as he tilts your chin up to look at him, his lips on yours seconds later. 

Dustin yelps, scooting away and covering his eyes. “Ugh, have some public decency, please.”

“Oh, sorry, does this” Eddie leans back in for another kiss to which you happily oblige, grabbing his hips to keep him there for a moment before letting him pull away, “bother you, Henderson?” 

Dustin rolls his eyes, “it’s just gross!” 

You knock your knee into Dustin’s gently. “It’s only a matter of time before you’ll be picking girls over D&D, too.” 

“Yeah right!” Dustin gasps, shaking his head. “Girls are temporary, but The Cult of Vecna is forever.” He jumps up from his spot on the bench and mocks fighting, wrapping his hands around an imaginary sword, lifting his head in a challenge to Eddie. 

Eddie raises an eyebrow, moving from you to stalk towards Dustin, raising his own imaginary sword from behind his back. You stifle a laugh, leaning back onto your palms to watch the two of them. Of course you loved your alone time with Eddie, but one of your favorite things about him was the way he cared for his friends, especially Dustin. Not everyone saw this side of Eddie, laughing and joking, totally uninhibited and you felt honored, in a way, to witness their friendship. 

You watch as Eddie and Dustin clash their imaginary swords, stumbling over the grass as they run from one another, shouting things you didn’t fully understand. Eddie jumps over a rock and trips, falling forward, giving Dustin a chance to strike, his sword high in the air before he plunges it down into Eddie’s chest. Groaning, Eddie sinks farther down into the grass, playing dead, his chest rising and falling quickly as he laughs. 

Dustin laughs too, doubling over to help Eddie back up, the two of them hugging tightly. You shake your head as Eddie’s eyes reconnect with yours. He shrugs his shoulders as you mouth, ‘loser’ in his direction. He sticks his tongue out and claps Dustin on the back, walking him back towards you. 

“Shit!” Dustin exclaims, his eyes wide as he looks down at his watch. “I gotta go, my mom will kill me if I’m late again.” He grabs his backpack from where it sits by your feet and slings it over his shoulder, waving goodbye to you and knocking knuckles with Eddie. 

Eddie pulls him into another hug, bringing his hand to his face to slap the kid’s cheek gently. “Never change Henderson, never.” 

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Dustin dodges him, ducking out from his grasp and turning on his heel back towards the town. You and Eddie watch him run, the sun starting to sink behind the hill, casting an orange glow over the field. 

“Promise me!” Eddie shouts after him, walking back to sit on the bench next to you. 

Dustin turns over his shoulder, waving a hand. “I promise!” 

Eddie smiles to himself and you snuggle in closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. You smile at the feeling of the soft, worn leather against your cheek. His hand finds its way to your thigh and gives you a gentle squeeze. 

“I love that kid,” he mumbles. 

“I know,” you say, lifting your head to look at him. “Almost as much as you love me.” You tuck a piece of his hair, frizzy from the humidity, behind his ear. 

“Yeah, almost.” His smile grows as he laughs, and his lips are on yours again, his hand moving from your thigh to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing the soft skin behind your ear. When he leans back, his dark brown eyes almost amber in the fading gold light of the sunset and you can’t help but admire him in the silence, grateful to share this moment with him, to see him in this light.

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PS: If you liked this & want to read my other Eddie fics, you can do that here. Hope you enjoyed this short little blurb <3

[tamcitrus]

Fire and moon.

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x fem. reader

genre: nsfw

words: 3,5 k.

warnings: a bit of degradation, public sexy time, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dom/sub undertones.

tam’s notes: Hi miss @writeiolite​ ! I’m you HQC secret santa! ♥ I was so nervous when I got you omg sjkdhas because I admire your writing so much, you’re so talented and an amazing person so I was a little afraid my writing wouldn’t be good enough. I’m so thankful for meeting you and all the beautiful people in the server. Thanks for being so welcoming, thanks for letting me help you and be a part of the staff and most of all thanks for being my friend. I hope you like this ♥

I CANT BELIVE IT’S YOUR GIF BUT HEY YOU HAVE A CLUE WHAT THIS IS ABOUT NOW dsjfhksldjf

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When you left the Holy Sol Temple and chose to move to Asakusa, you never expected to find a man that attracted you there. The proto-nationalist land wasn't a place where you expected to have fun. You just wanted to keep a low profile and be in peace.

But then you saw this man, flying through the sky and destroying everything on his way down to finally land in front of an infernal and punch right through his chest. And something sparked inside you. It wasn't your pyrokinesis or a fight or flight response. It was something else.

Shinmon Benimaru. That was his name. Fire Force Seventh Company’s Captain. Asakusa’s King of Destruction. The #1 enemy of the Holy Sol Temple, or so they said.

After that destruction scene, you walked through the city trying to get more information on him. But also, just socialicing. It would be weird for a new citizen to ask too much about the same person. More so if that person was the head of the city.

This “king” wasn’t like others you could imagine. He wasn’t unapproachable, living in a castle surrounded of gold and extravagant stuff. He was there, among his people, walking through the streets and greeting everyone by their name. He received gifts, food, and talked to those that stopped him. You could say just by looking that he was recognized as a leader. Even when he didn’t acknowledge that himself.

The stars were on your side because soon after that you met him in the thermal waters. He was there, sitting with his arms stretched by his sides and with his eyes closed. You felt like a sparkle inside you, almost like tickles. You walked in silence to the other end of the pool, going in and sitting very slowly.

Benimaru felt another presence behind him and then felt the water moving as you submerged your body in the warm waters. He opened his eyes for a second to look at you and then closed them again. He preferred to be alone but as long as you wouldn’t talk to him he didn’t mind the company.

You were quiet the whole time you were there. It wasn’t an unpleasant silence. But you were expectant. You tried to not look at him. You really tried but you allowed yourself to observe what was on your eye level.

He was handsome. Not that you didn’t know that, but it was a whole different experience having him in front of your eyes, not even a meter away from your body. And naked. He was naked.

Of course he’s naked, these are thermal waters, you thought.

You were naked too. Suddenly you were self conscious, even when he wasn’t looking. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover yourself and closed your eyes to submerge your whole body underwater and came up again. You sat there in silence again, looking at the moon, the house behind the man, the rocks and everything but him.

Eventually he left. You looked aside but still you noticed he stopped to look at you for a second too long.

You left a bit later, after you were sure he was long gone. You said goodbye to the nice lady in the reception and went home.

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Later that week, you were alone having dinner in a bar and he appeared.

"I don't know you, you're new here," he said as he nonchalantly sat on your table.

"Do you know everyone in this town?" you asked him. 

He sighed. That wasn't the answer he was waiting for.

"I do, actually," he said. 

The waitress silently approached and left him a glass full of something.

"Welcome, Benimaru-san. If there's something else you need you can tell us, the house invites you today," she said and walked away.

"Benimaru-san, nice to meet you," you said, playing fool. You knew who he was.

"And you are…?"

"New in town. I really like Asakusa," you smiled. His face looked more irritated than just a minute before. "You can call me y/n."

"No last name, uh?" he chugged the drink the girl left for him.

"I got rid of it," you said. And that was true.

"That's not a lot of information."

"You'll have to buy me a drink and I'll tell you more about me," you winked at him.

He clicked his tongue and you laughed.

“Just don’t cause troubles in my town,” he said and left.

“I’ll try!” you said as he walked out.

All the people at the bar were looking at you but you didn’t care, you had fun and he came to you.

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Would it be worth it to cause some trouble just to see his pissed face again? As you were thinking of some options for “trouble” you went to the thermal house again. And he was there.

“You again?” he said without even opening his eyes.

“It’s a small town,” you casually said.

“Are you following me?”

“Says the guy who showed up on my table out of nowhere,” you answered as you rushed to get into the hot water.

He remained silent again. It was the same as the last time, you sitting in front of him under the moonlight in a comfortable silence.

Even if you were comfortable, you were itching to bug him some more. Still, you just chose to keep your mouth closed. You rested your back on the rocks behind you and found a comfortable position to rest your head too, so you had to do the minimum effort to hold your body. You opened your eyes again when you heard Benimaru getting out of water, you felt drowsy and rubbed your eyes to force yourself to be fully conscious again.

"Don't drown here, this is my favorite place," he said as he walked away.

You looked at him and were about to give some sarcastic answer but then you saw his bare back and his ass and ate your words.

Holy Sol, that body. It had to be illegal to be so built and so handsome.

Before you fell asleep in the water again you got up and left too.

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"So you did cause trouble."

Same bar, same table, same man appearing out of nowhere in front of you. You huffed.

"I defended myself," you explained.

"That's why you beated up some guy?"

"If someone fights me I'll fight back," you explained.

"Which company sent you here?" Benimaru asked.

You laughed out loud.

"I'm not a fire force member."

"You have powers. The Holy Sol Temple sent you here?" he insisted.

"I left the Temple a long time ago," you smiled.

He stared at you, you supposed he was processing the information you just gave him.

"Well, have a nice day, Captain. I might see you later," you said and left him there.

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That night you were the first one in the thermal house. It was weird to be there without Benimaru's big chest in front of you, distracting you from the beautiful full moon that shone over your heads. You positioned yourself again in that way that let you just be sitting without any effort and closed your eyes.

"You again?" you said when you felt the water moving. You knew it was Benimaru.

"This is my town," he answered, ignoring your teasing.

"Right, I'm sorry, your highness."

He clicked his tongue. He thought about what Konro said earlier. Maybe she just wants to provoke you, Waka.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" he inquired.

"Who knows," you smiled.

"I wanna know," he said and closed a little the distance between your bodies.

"I told you you had to take me out first if you wanna know more about me," you licked your lips.

"I could just make you tell me in some other way," he threatened.

"Maybe if you fuck my brains out…" you battled your eyelashes as sweetly and innocently as you could.

He was over you the next second, his hand pulling your hair and making you throw your head back. His body felt warm against yours, even inside the hot water.

"I know you want it too, Captain~" you chirped. "Just stop thinking for a second and let your body take control…"

Yes, he did want it. It was weird to find someone that didn't fear him or admire him as if he was a royalty member. Then you appeared and you gave him all these contradictory signals. It was frustrating. He wanted to erase that cocky smile from your glossy lips… 

He kissed you. His mouth was demanding and the hand holding your hair guided your movements at will. You locked your legs around his hips, holding him close to you, and tangled your hands on his long hair. His hands went underwater to squeeze your ass and thighs and you moaned inside his mouth. You felt his leg under your body next and with little effort he walked out of the water with you clinging to him. He walked to the changing room and let you down over the bench that was there. You were about to sit and take his erection on your mouth but he pushed you back down.

"Who told you you could move?" he asked. The answer was implied in his voice. The atmosphere changed, he was in control now. Your teasing wouldn't affect him anymore. You rubbed your thighs in expectation.

You observed him as he slowly walked to close the doors -the one that gave you access to the reception and the back door you just crossed- and then he kneeled between your legs. The fact that you two were already naked saved some time.

He started circling your clit with his still wet fingers. You started whimpering after a minute, his calloused hand was doing wonders on your body. He pushed his middle finger inside you and kept rubbing your clit with his thumb. He moved his finger in circles inside you, enjoying your moans and your walls clenching his digit. He added his point finger in and sucked your clit on his mouth one time after another until you were almost screaming.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you whined.

If he just moved his fingers a bit faster you would…

He stopped and pulled his fingers out to stand up. When you looked at him he took his fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices from them slowly and pumped his dick with his other hand, putting on a show for you.

"Suck," he said as he pushed his fingers with precum on your mouth.

You obliged. You hollowed your cheeks and suck his fingers, moving your tongue around so you cleaned them perfectly.

"You'll have to do much better than this if you wanna cum," he said like he was disappointed.

He was over you kissing you again, his tongue took your breath away. You could feel his dick against your belly, it was so hot and leaking a bit. Your mouth watered at the thought of having it on your mouth. Subconsciously your hand moved to grab his dick but he stopped you.

"It seems you don't understand you can't move unless I say so," he said. He took a belt from a bathrobe and tied your hands together with it. You whined at the restriction and pouted at him.

"Bad girls don't deserve a nice treatment," he said. "And you're a bad girl."

"I'll do better next time," you said with a pout still on your mouth.

He pulled from the belt to make you sit. Your mouth was an inch away from his cock but you stood still. You had to be a good girl.

"Suck me off," he ordered.

It was almost a relief to have his dick on your mouth. You felt the bitterness of precum at the end of your throat and the salty taste of the waters you were in minutes ago. You could barely fit it in -it was logical that such a big man had a big dick- but you still tried. You bobbed your head back and forward and twirled your tongue around his length. He cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples, your muffled moans caused a nice tickling sensation on his penis.

"This is what it takes for you to shut up, uh?" he thrusted into your mouth a few times, going deeper each time.

He growled when he pushed just a bit further than the back of your throat. You resisted your gag reflex and deepthroated him as tiny tears formed in the corner of your eyes. It wasn't unpleasant, it felt good and despite his size he was being careful, which only added to your overwhelming sensation of arousal.

You needed some kind of relief. You needed to be touched or to have Benimaru inside you, but considering his dick was still on your mouth that wasn't an option. So you touched yourself, lucky you had your hands tied in front of your body. It didn't take long for him to realize and take a step back. He sighed and looked down to you, his long hair covering most of his face. You froze as soon as he looked at you.

"On your hands and knees," he whispered.

You obeyed and smiled to yourself at his bored tone. Because his eyes were lit up, he was having fun.

You positioned yourself as you could in the little bench and waited. His big hand was over your ass just rubbing it and squeezing. Then he raised his hand and slapped you.

"Fuck," you moaned.

"I thought you would be able to take orders given your past," he said as he rubbed your skin again. "I guess not."

He slapped your ass again and you moaned. He used one hand to rub your abused skin and the other to tease your entrance. You cried at his touch, your walls were clamping around nothing.

"Ple-please," you cried when he slapped you again.

His fingers were on your clit now, circling it and his thumb was going up and down on your pussy but not inside.

"Do you think you're in position to ask something, you slut?" he bent down to talk to your ear and you got chills.

He slapped your ass again and he could see his palm marked on your skin on a little prominence. He used his fingers again to stretch your pussy and you moaned, his fingers felt good but you weren't full, you needed more.

"More, please," you asked for it. You could talk now that you didn't have his huge dick on your mouth.

He made you turn around again so he could look at your face as he finally gave you what you wanted: his dick inside you. Your face and moans were a mixture between pleasure and relief. And he was having fun. Real fun and enjoyment, not like other times he met someone to satisfy his needs.

He felt your legs trembling and your hips were moving frantically, not matching his movements anymore. So he stopped. You whined and wiggle your hips to get him to move again.

"If you don't stay still I'll walk out through that door right now," he warned.

You sighed, tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. He traced patterns on your thighs with his fingers and observed how you put your tied hands over your eyes. It was taking all of your will to not move. He was stretching you so nicely, you swear you could even feel the shape of his veins on your walls, you felt full and almost satisfied. When he no longer felt the insistent clenching of your walls on his dick, he bent down and took one of your nipples on his mouth. You cursed out loud when he took your bud gently between his teeth. You never expected a tough man like him to be so gentle. Your climax was gone again but it wouldn't take much to build it back up. Benimaru put his mouth to work on your other nipple and gave a gentle thrust that caused you to moan again. How could he stay still being balls deep into you? How could he resist the urge to just chase his climax?

He thrusted again and you felt tight, like your pussy was accustomed to him not moving. It felt good, you fit on him like a glove, just like the right amount of pressure to not fall off. He circled your clit with his fingers again and you locked your legs embracing his hips again to have him deeper inside. He kissed you again and put his arm around your waist to hold you up against him and then your back hit a wall. You throw your hands behind his head to use his shoulders for support and adjust your hold on his hips before he started to thrust again. But this time he wasn't so gentle. He was going fast and strong, his tip touched your g spot every few times and you bit his neck to muffle your moans.

"It will take more than that to mark me," he said in an arrogant tone.

You huffed. You would be all marked up tomorrow with shapes of fingers and hands: on your waist, on your thighs, your ass. You heated your wrists enough to burn the belt restricting your movements and scratched his back with force. Your walls clenched when you heard him growl. That much will do to mark him, so you'll do it again.

His thrusts were reckless and he changed his angle from time to time. He held your waist with one arm and the other was on your leg, spreading it apart for him to get liberty with his movements.

"I'm so so close," you cried in his ear.

He knew it, he could feel it. His dick was being pressed hard in your pussy and it felt better than ever. It wouldn't take much for him to cum either. He kneeled and let your body down on the floor in front of him to take your legs and put in on his shoulders so he could thrust in a different position. Your back arched out of sheer pleasure and you moaned his name again. You couldn’t even warn him that you were on your climax before it happened, you just took his arm and scratched him even harder than before. Fucks and oh-s left your mouth each time his dick rubbed your cervix. You notice he was slowing down and you knew what he was thinking.

“Fill me up,” you said in a lustful voice. “Fill me up, please,” you used your heels to push him back to you.

He didn’t doubt anymore. He was back with his merciless thrusts, balls deep into you again. His dick was a bit harder to take after your orgasm but you couldn’t complain. You just wanted him to cum inside you and you even might be able to cum again just from the thought of if it. He found an angle in which both were moaning and he kept going strong. Your legs were trembling again and he felt tiredness on his muscles too. So he buried his cock on you a few more times and the little hold he had on his body snapped. He cummed inside you and you had another orgasm when you felt his semen filling you up.

After a minute he pulled out and collapsed by your side, both of you were struggling to catch your breath. You could just fall asleep there, or maybe in the warm water? As you weighed your options, Benimaru got up and walked outside and back. He kneeled by your side and cleaned you up.

"Oh, aren't you a gentleman?" you teased him. But you were grateful he wasn't a jerk as he looked he could be.

"Shut up," he said.

He cleaned himself and got dressed. You heard him talk with the old lady manager, asking for water and something to eat.

"There's a private room, you can stay here tonight if you're tired," he said as he observed you get dressed.

"Will you stay with me?" you smiled.

"Who knows," he answered and left.

You followed him to the private room where he was already sitting and eating. You took a seat in front of him and ate too. With a bit of teasing and other bit of luck maybe you could get a second round.

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[yandere-sins]

first of all ur blog is amazing 😘

second can i request yan diluc general hcs ??

I am glad you are enjoying it! ^^ Feel free to be more specific in what you want to see next time!

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♡ Diluc never knows what to bring home to you. For once, he has a good reason to spend all the money he has acquired over the years, and yet he wonders if you’ll wear the things he buys for you or if a new painting in your room might please you after you ripped the last one apart one time after a very heated fight. He constantly has his cooks prepare new, exciting dishes, buying tons of unique ingredients from around Teyvat, even though most of them end up on the floor or the walls whenever you want to go against him, and yet he keeps trying. Not even Diluc likes all that he gets served, but if it ends up as something to your liking, that would be a win! He’s still figuring out if simple would please you more than extravagant, even if you shout at him at the top of your lungs that you just want to be freed of him, but hey! He’s really trying to please you.

♡ Touching you is a touchy (hah!) subject for Diluc. You do remember some dazed fever dreams in which you thought you awoke lying in his lap, his hand gently brushing down the side of your face before noticing you were awake and flinching away. Still, you always find yourself in your bed alone the next morning. It’s not that he wouldn’t like to touch you, but Diluc takes note of how fearful, ashamed, and disgusted you seem every time he reaches out. It hurts him. Hurts him more than you will ever know. To be refused by you asserts the kind of pain that no one wants to go through, but for Diluc, it’s the daily misery on top of all his burdens. So what else can he do but use those few unaware moments to feel you? Take off his glove to feel the smoothness of your skin beneath his fingertips, the warmth of your body in his palm? He wishes there was more to do, that he could find the courage in himself to hug you and hold your hand proudly for once, but with the appalled look on your face when he stalks closer, he doesn’t dare. It’s not worth causing a scene with you again and make you hate him more than you already do. So all he allows himself is the sweet caresses at the darkest hours of the night after he comes home from yet another long day and the kiss on your forehead before he leaves you to rest when for once, you’re not looking at him in horror.

♡ That doesn’t mean there aren’t those days he very deliberately touches you, only to regret it many hours later, knowing that your opinion won’t have a chance to change with what he has just done. But you just have to know how much your words and actions hurt him! He wouldn’t try to hurt you so much if you didn’t start it! Neither of you like seeing you bound and put into position. Neither of you want you to choke back your tears because you fear they’ll agitate him more. And yet, you are at this point again where he has you tiptoe in front of him, wrists tied over your head and the rope slung over the beam of the roof; Diluc’s hands lodged into your hips, slowly pulling you down. At this point, nothing matters to him. Nothing that a kiss couldn’t solve. Even if you yelp in pain as he stands up, he has your mouth to himself immediately, leaning in deep with relish before wandering.

♡ You’ll need new clothes as he tears the one you wore apart to kiss your neck and collarbones, experiencing you. It’s only a pleasure for a short time, but at least for a little bit, he can have you feel your place of belonging. Who the person is, you owe it all too, the bad and good aspects. No one could keep you as safe and well-cared for as Diluc does, even if you hate to admit the dedication, he shows towards the you he wants to see. But how could you? When he keeps you locked up for no apparent reason, only his deeply festered fear of losing another person dear to him? When he pulls your struggling body tightly into his, you feel how desperate you make him, how much you mean to this man who’s usually stone-faced and sullen. How you are everything and how he means well. But at the same time, the wounds on your body sting, and you wished that this kind of ‘well’ wouldn’t include punishing you and locking you up as he pleased. And Diluc? Diluc breathes in deeply - as he desires so much more from you - counts to three and cuts you lose swiftly again, just to keep his own sanity and not make matters worse.

♡ As Diluc keeps you sheltered, you never expected of all people that it would be Kaeya who visits you. It almost seems like Kaeya gets a free pass when really, he just bribes some servants to not run and tell Diluc whenever he comes to visit you, knowing fully well that Diluc isn’t home or aware of his brother’s whereabouts. However, your initial relief that finally someone came to save you turned around very quickly as you realized Kaeya wasn’t there to let you out of your prison. To him, it’s just a tingling sensation of both having something his brother so desires and yet only spoils, never tarnishes, and also tickling out some reactions from his Diluc if he were to get too close to you for his own good. Kaeya was never afraid of a challenge, and yet, you couldn’t help but feel relief for the first time to see Diluc yanking him off you and throwing Kaeya out of the room, cursing and ready to slit his throat.

♡ It didn’t matter at that moment how he found out or why he was there just in time, but you realize for the first time that he meant it when he said he’d keep you safe from everything that would come your way. Diluc only returns hours later, leaving you to ponder and try to figure out what was going on while you were still struggling from the embarrassment of Kaeya coming to your room. Still, when Diluc does return, he doesn’t speak to you at all about it, bringing you food and asking if you are hurt somewhere before simply leaving for the night. It almost made you wanting to talk about it just so Diluc doesn’t treat you with a cold shoulder. You wonder what he’s sulking about. Is it that another man touched you? That he wasn’t fast enough for his own sake? Or maybe... that he couldn’t fight Kaeya to the death how he might have wanted after finding him on top of you? You can only hope that it isn’t the last case. What if Kaeya comes back? What if he does the same again and Diluc isn’t there? What if one day Diluc decides if he can’t get Kaeya to take responsibility for his actions, maybe it’s your fault? Unreasonable as it is, you also never expected Diluc to lock you up, but here you are. Who knew what that man could do when he was at a loss of what to do, angry and upset? At this, you find yourself unable to take one more bite of your food. A real shame. It actually was to your taste for once.

[quixotic-writer]

Sugar Daddy

request: anon

summary: When you first met Q, you had virtually no clue who he was. After a few more pricey dates, he revealed his occupation. Showering you with gifts was his love language, you weren’t about to complain!

warning: smut ahead!

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The alarm on my phone goes off as it vibrates on my bedside table. My face was mushed into the pillow that my head was resting on, I started coming to and realizing that if I hit snooze once, it would start a cycle until noon and I would be even grumpier and sluggish. I take a deep breath in and grab my phone to turn the alarm off. As I rub my eyes and sit up, I see a text notification and my heart immediately kickstarts. It was from Bri.

B Bear: Hey baby <3 Got work today?

I smile from ear to ear as I see the message. We had been dating for a while now and I was hopelessly in love with him. He was honestly perfect to me in every way. He had a sweet and loving personality, he was super funny and always had this way of making me laugh, he was geeky in the cutest way and loved showing me all his collectibles and telling me all about them, and he was protective and super caring.

The way he shows his love to me is what melts my heart the most. His protective nature got the best of him at a bar we went to together and he ended up throwing his drink in the face of a guy that wouldn’t leave me alone. We got escorted out of the bar and he kept saying sorry that he wasn’t there sooner. Any day I'm sad or in a bit of a mood, he always goes out of his way to make me laugh or smile until I forget what I was even mad about in the first place. Lastly, he constantly showers me with gifts.

Me: Good morning! No work today. Have the day off

I texted him back with a smile as I watched the little thought bubble pop up until his next message came through.

B Bear: Dinner tonight then? Murr has been pestering me endlessly about this restaurant he and Melyssa had gone to and I think it’s about time I see what the fuss is all about

Me: Sounds good!

Just then a notification came in. Brian had sent me money, and it was not at all a small amount.

B Bear: Buy yourself a new dress for tonight then princess. It’s a little more formal wear.

B Bear: I’ll pick you up at 7. Love you

Now, when I first started dating Brian, I had no clue he was on TV or any bit famous at all. When he started treating me to more extravagant gifts and dates, that’s when I asked and he revealed all to me. I felt bad and was always trying to pay for things so he didn’t think I was using him for his money, but he always insisted on paying.

“Princess, we’ve been together for how long? I know you wouldn’t use me. Let me do this for you.” He would always say. After a while, I gave up the fight and just allowed him to treat me. Soon enough I grew a collection of gorgeous jewelry, a whole new wardrobe basically filled with a variety of name brand outfits, and if I so much as mention something I own being broken he is quick to hop on it and pay to have it fixed. At this point, I really do think he is my sugar daddy, and he wasn’t at all opposed to that label. He quite liked it.

Me: You spoil me too much. I’ll see you at 7 then B <3

I throw the covers off of me and make my way to the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal before I get started on my day. What a way to wake up honestly, but I was not at all complaining. I finished up breakfast and got myself cleaned up, gathered up all my things in my purse, and was out the door and headed to the mall to go and treat myself. I often worried that maybe my closet was getting a little too full, I just couldn’t bear to part with any of my outfits. The way Brian made me feel when I wore each one of them made me feel so attached to them too, even if his way of saying I looked good in it was by having it end up on his bedroom floor.

I walked through the mall, doing a little bit of window shopping at first, scoping out the scene and feeling out what I might indulge myself in today as far as fashion went. Sundresses had caught my eye, especially one that was in the window and on display; Flowing, knee length, and white. I passed it by but made sure to take a mental picture of it. As much as I adored having a sort of allowance from Bri, I wasn’t about to abuse it. Besides, that would have been yet another thing I would have to make some kind of room for in my already overstuffed closet.

‘Maybe I could bother him for a bigger closet renovation,’ I joked to myself with a smile. I continue walking through and I see it from a distance: the lingerie store. I subtly bit my lip and was then in a mental tug of war of ‘should I?’ or ‘should I not?’ But as I got closer, the temptation took over and I found myself perusing through their cutest pieces that caught my eye. The least I could do to pay Bri back for the fancy evening, would be to give him a little bit of eye candy and a good time after the meal. Black lace, gorgeous ivory teddies, sensual cherry red garter belts, it was all so nice. After finding a few cute sets, I placed them on hold because I still had a main mission in mind that I came to the mall for in the first place.

I found the perfect dress: A wine red halter top dress. It had a gorgeous waist that hugged a little at my own to give my body some definition and gorgeously flowed down to my knees. I already knew I had the perfect pair of stilettos to go with this to truly complete this boss bitch look I had going. When I returned to the lingerie store, I already knew which set was going to be mine: black lace strapless top with matching high waist garter belt and panties to complete it all.

Me: [img attch.] picked out a cute little something, can’t wait to see you daddy ;P

I had sent him a picture of my dress, nothing more just to keep an element of surprise for the evening. I wasn’t long before I got a response,

B Bear: You look so gorgeous baby

B Bear: Can’t believe someone so beautiful is all mine

Even through text he could get me to blush.

The rest of my day was spent relaxing, catching up on some reading that I had put off for so long, catching up on a few episodes of a series Bess had gotten me sucked into, and just like that, time flew quickly. I was getting myself all dolled up for dinner, butterflies in my stomach because of the excitement I felt and giddy because I had felt so pretty tonight. It wasn’t often where my confidence and self-esteem would sky rocket like this, so I took it in and embraced as much of that energy as I could.

I heard his little knock at the door, the same rhythm as always so I knew it was him. When I swung open the door, he stood there with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. He cleaned up super well as always.

“You. Look. Incredible.” He scooped me into his arms and littered my face with kisses and I giggled as his stubble tickled the skin on my face. When I stopped him, I connected our lips together, “Shall we get rolling then princess?” I nodded and we walked down to his car.

The restaurant was gorgeous to say the least. Dim golden lighting, waiters wearing tuxes, glimmering chandeliers dangling from the ceiling to illuminate the tables. Even the air felt expensive. I tensed while we were sitting at our table and looking through the menu, even though he’s taken me to countless luxurious locations, I still felt this sense of guilt for being there and almost an obligation to monetarily repay him somehow someway. I guess he could sense my tension because his hand had found its way to my wrist, his thumb stroking my skin gently and his eyes spoke volumes.

‘It’s okay.’ was all I could see in them. He never had to say a word and I felt my muscles relax again as we carried out with our meal.

Dinner was more perfect than I could ever imagine. Perhaps I had an untrained palette, but everything felt like an explosion of intense rhythmic flavor in my mouth. I savored each and every bite. I felt more relaxed as the meal went on, especially as Brian and I talked throughout the meal, we would occasionally break the snooty facade to share a laugh at something absolutely crude that would pop into our heads. I swear, because of how loud we were getting, I almost thought we were going to get kicked out… Which made us laugh even harder and get that much closer to that being a reality as other tables would shoot us a nasty high-class glare.

Our meal was settled away as once again Brian got a hold of the check. And once again I didn’t bother fighting and allowed him to treat me knowing in my head that I had much bigger plans for him once we got behind closed doors and had no one around but each other.

The car ride to his place was spent laughing at how disgusted people looked with our behavior.

“Nothing but sticks up their asses!” He said with his accent coming through thickly.

His hand was on my thigh the whole way there. He would snatch occasional glances of me at red lights or when traffic was pretty clear. The rough warmth of his palm was enough to start an inferno on my skin and cause me to bite my lip and shift in my seat.

We got to his place, he took my hand, and led me through the space that has grown so familiar to me.

“As much as I love that dress on you, I want it off as soon as possible.” He whispered in my ear as we made our way through the front door. His lips attached itself to whatever flesh was within reach which made me grow wetter by the second. His hands traced about my body, refamiliarizing himself with each curve, dip, and fold he craved. His hands were never rough, they smoothed over my body carefully, almost as if I was fragile, something delicate, it made me feel protected.

As we were in the bedroom, he was quick to undo the zipper to my dress and allow it to pool at my feet. The way his eyes lit up at what was now revealed to be hidden beneath my dress was a look that always drove me crazy.

“Did a little extra shopping today with the extra money, daddy.” I said as I pushed him to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes full of hunger and awe.

“I need to give you more money for lingerie. You look so fucking hot.” I straddled his lap, mouths attached and moving with heated passion. His coat fell away as I began tugging at his tie and the buttons on his dress shirt. I could still taste remnants of dinner on his tongue, delectable, indulgent, and I savored it all. My mouth began to move; jawline, neck, chest, stomach. I could smell where he sprayed his cologne, and I stayed where the scent was the strongest, drunk on his scent as my desire for him grew heavier with each breath. His hands held me closer to his bare skin as he let a low hum verberate within his chest. I fell away down between his legs onto my knees. He watches carefully, already out of breath and straining in his pants. I carefully remove his belt, take the zipper down with my teeth, and shed away another layer of clothes. I rub my hand over the cloth of his boxers where his straining erection was prominent, I felt him twitch at my touch and groan.

“Let me pay you back for dinner. How does that sound?” Just like a leaf in fall, the final clothing item was shed away, leaving Brian bare before me. He sat there, arms behind him pushed into the comforter of the bed for support as he eagerly anticipated my next moves, hoping it would be one that would satisfy the lustful desire he had coursing through him.

I kiss at his thighs, leaving a few love marks to show that despite being his, he was also mine. My head and hands find their way below, down to his balls where I carefully massaged them and sucked at the sensitive skin. The groans and moans that Brian was making was enough to tell me that he was enjoying himself. I began moving myself up again, kissing up along his shaft, tracing along veins with a pointed tongue and feeling him pulse beneath me as my hands ran along his thighs that would occasionally tense when I hit just the right spot. When I reached the head, I could see the pre-cum seeping out. I gave his cock a nice pump that sent more spilling out and I was quick to lick it all up.

“Baby, no more teasing. Please.” He begged brushing my hair carefully out of the way. I looked up at him with an innocent sparkle in my eyes,

“But I know you love how it feels daddy.” With a sharp inhale and his lip caught between his teeth, I finally took the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, pulling away while sucking, only to have it pop out of my mouth. I looked up at him and he was gasping for breath and his legs were trembling. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock before once more taking him into my mouth, only to repeat this cycle. I just adored hearing his whines, seeing the veins in his arms pop as he gripped the sheets into a tight fist, feeling his thighs tense and squeeze slightly together anytime a shockwave of pleasure was sent through his body.

I decided he endured enough and began carefully taking more and more of him into my mouth, head bobbing in steady rhythm. “Feels… So fucking good.” He breathed out as one of his hands made its way to the back of my head. He never pushed me further than I could go, or at all. His hand just rested on my head as though he was feeling the rhythm and pace of my head bobbing. The taste of pre-cum began getting more and more consistent, the way his legs began to tremble, “Princess, so close.” I could have came myself hearing his throat raw with desperation as he said those three words. I doubled down and took him all in. His cock hit the back of my throat and the tip of my nose hit his naval until his thighs came together and he was spilling down my throat.

My eyes were watering and my nose slightly runny, but it was always rewarding to see him so pleasured all because of me. He pulled me up and his lips were once more attached to my skin, littering the delicate flesh where my neck and my shoulder met with love bites of varying hues.

“Mine,” He would grunt whenever his lips would depart from my skin and then go right back.

He laid me delicately on my back and I felt his cock – still rock hard – resting against my thigh as he kissed my forehead, “Love you,” he says before kissing my lips, “so perfect,” his fingers pushed the panties I wore aside, not even bothering to remove them which honestly made it all so much hotter, “my princess.” He slid into me easily, filling me whole as my eyes rolled back at the sensation, lips parted as humid breath left my lungs.

“Daddy.” I couldn’t let out anymore as my nerves all stood on end as he began to rock his hips steadily into mine.

“You feel so good around my cock. Something so perfect is all mine.” I wrapped my legs around him, beckoning him closer and deeper. The way his cock curved hit all my sensitive spots and it wasn’t long before I was seeing stars, the noises that wanted so badly to break free past my lips but fell stuck within my throat as I was blissed out in pleasure. My muscles tightened around his cock as I experienced pure euphoria, “god you feel even better when you cum all over my cock sweetheart.” his hips continued working and I felt overstimulated, but I absolutely loved it. “Came that hard and I didn’t even have to touch your clit.”

As my body rocked, but boobs started spilling out of the strapless bra. Brian took notice and was quick to crane his neck down and lick around my hardened nipple. He licked, sucked, and lightly bit around the sensitive buds which only added to the extreme pleasure I was experiencing as my body started building up to another orgasm. I held his head in close with a desire to be as close to him as physically possible, aching to feel every inch of his skin, wanting nothing more but for him to feel exactly what I feel: Lustful love.

His hips started working faster and faster and his rhythm was slowly losing any trace of precise tempo. His hand slipped between us, fingers working at my clit and sending me over the edge once again with a cry.

“Princess… Gonna cum again. Where?” He couldn’t even get a full sentence out as he grit his teeth and words were quickly replaced with grunts.

“Cum daddy. Just do it. Wanna make you feel good!” I said as his head was buried in my shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck bracing for his inevitable climax. With a few more harsh thrusts, he was buried deep within me as I felt warm spurts filling me, my legs holding us close together, intertwined as we pant and catch our breaths.

“I love you so much baby. I love you.” He said with a final kiss and our foreheads pressed together.

Once he had come down from his high, he went and grabbed a towel for me and helped clean me up.

“Thank you for tonight.” I said softly as he held me close in his arms.

“Anything for you princess. You deserve the world.” He kissed the top of my head and brushed my hair out of my face. “You have amazing taste in lingerie also.”

[doveypink]

the one i left behind [technoblade imagine]

summary: you recount the moments leading up to your death. genre: angst words: 5.3k warnings: death, (past) abusive relationships, swearing, general violence a/n: i've been working on this one for a long time. i hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it!!

[ part two: come and find me ]

Freezing. I was absolutely freezing.

The brisk wind was sharp, leaving pinpricks of its icy touch upon my skin. I could have sworn there was snow, but when my eyes finally cracked open to peer around me, there was only the burning blaze of the sun and lush fields surrounding me. I turned my head to the side lazily, feeling the grass tickle my cheek. My body felt stiff and I stretched my arms out as though clasping the sky between my fingers, and my muscles loosened as I lifted myself from the ground. How long had I been laying there? Time seemed to escape me as I tried to recollect myself. I was just tired, that was all; if I went home now, I’m sure I would remember again. I would make myself a big meal, as well, something hot to melt away my chill, even though I didn’t seem to feel any ounce of hunger within me.

I walked in the direction of a place I couldn’t quite remember, attempting to turn the preceding events over in my mind. The only thing I could seem to recall was the smell of something burning, a bright flash of light, a big bang — fireworks, an image of creation and destruction all at once. It was almost as though I had never existed before this moment, lying in a bed of flowers, untouched by the calloused hands of the living.

I walked through the field, reaching out to pick a single flower from the blades of grass—a blood-red carnation—when I noticed that the shade of my skin had lost its warmth. Where it once had the flushed undertone of my blood, it was now ashen with the impression of death. I flinched, suddenly shivering as my cold bones once again made themselves known. A thought occurred to me, a memory that had slipped my mind in my haze: I only had one life left. 

And I lost it.

Without thinking, my feet began to glide over the earth, kicking up dirt and pebbles as I ran. If I had lost my last life, something awful must have happened. What was it? I tried to pull the memories from the vault in my mind, but it seemed to be locked. All that was left were the shadows under the door, the footsteps in the distance, the keyhole that could only provide a glimpse into a scene.

I smelled it, then, the same scent that I recalled upon waking up, though fainter: something hot and burnt. Up ahead, there was a wisp of smoke floating above the trees, and I hurried towards them. The ground became blackened with scorch marks and, among the ruins of a building I could no longer recognize, I caught sight of blood. My heart sank, and with a start, I realized that there was a crater full of rubble and fires that had long been burning. I stepped through the debris, stumbling over broken doors, shards of glass, golden goblets and picture frames; dozens of signs of life all buried in ash and smoke, melted into a haunting image of destruction. Nothing was recognizable, but I knew what this place was: L’Manburg. Or, more accurately, what was left of it.

I searched the ruins of the country, cringing at the blood streaked debris and discarded weapons and armor that lay haphazardly among the wreckage. I circled the edge of the massive crater, unable to step much further into the space due to its depth. I looked down at the scorched land and moved out, surveying the surrounding area. 

Upon noticing the remnants of a building—someone’s house, maybe? It was too far gone to make out—I felt compelled to search what was left of the structure. I wasn’t sure what drew me to suddenly climb through burnt wood and broken cobblestone; some part of me felt as though I would find an answer to all my questions, a sign, anything to point me in the right direction. I felt desperate to find something to satisfy the tug in my cold heart. My freezing hands sifted through the mess, shoving away rubble and pushing through the debris until my hands were covered in dirt and bruised from the digging. My hands suddenly found something smooth and dense, and my searching became frantic as I pushed through the ruins to find what I had been unknowingly searching for: my bow. I tugged it out from under stone and dirt, running my fingers down the edge of the smooth silver. It remained unmarked despite the destruction surrounding it, the curve of its limbs untarnished and shining brilliantly in the evening light. I searched some more and discovered the hard shell of my arrow quiver and a number of silver-tipped arrows still inside. I stood and slung the quiver over my shoulder with my bow in hand, feeling almost complete with the items on my person. 

The wind picked up and blew through my hair, insisting that I look further. I stepped into the wreckage of the building, an unsettled feeling rising in the pit of my stomach. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of red against pale grey stone; I turned, staring at the scene before me with wide, horrified eyes.

A short distance from where my bow was found, there was a violent splatter of crimson against the rubble. It looked like a balloon full of paint had popped, streaking the cold stones with a sickeningly bright shade of red. Among the drying mess, there was a flurry of scorch marks strewn across the area, a minor crater digging into the earth where the scene lay. I realized what this all was, my hands trembling as I clutched my bow. 

I had died here.

I screwed my eyes shut, plagued with a sudden onslaught of memories that I no longer wished for. Falling to my knees, I held my head in my hands and shook violently, my head pounding with a torrential rain of scenes flashing in my mind. All I could do was be swept away in the flood.

* * * * *

“Are you still mad at me?”

I blinked at Techno with an arrow in hand, sharpening its tip and inspecting the edge. I was mad at him, but I didn’t feel like giving him an answer. If he had to ask, he already knew; we were both smart enough to understand each other like that. He sighed when I wordlessly turned my gaze back to my arrow, stepping towards me and plucking it from my grasp. I jumped up, prepared to steal it back. “Hey—!”

“You know why I had to do this. Don’t get mad at me,” Techno said, his voice low and serious. 

I crossed my arms and frowned. “Right. You have to team with Dream just to blow up a country. You definitely couldn’t have done it on your own or, I don’t know, with me to help, yeah? Because the great Technoblade is always right—”

“We have common interests—”

“And I hate being interrupted.”

Techno went silent after I snapped at him, adjusting his cape while I gritted my teeth. “I thought you hated him,” I said slowly, “and I hated him too. You know what he did, you know how it hurt me, and you still…” I trailed off, feeling suddenly exhausted—exhausted from fighting, exhausted from chasing a peace I could never have. 

Techno placed a gentle hand on my shoulder—a gesture he rarely used, and reserved for me—and met my eyes. “Just this once,” he said. “I still owe him a debt, but this will be the end. It’s within our reach.”

“I could die,” I said plainly. This made Techno pause, his entire body freezing over like a lake in winter, so I pushed further. “I could die. I could lose my last life, and I gladly will for what we’re doing, because I believe in this. I know we haven’t always been right, but I know that this is. I hate that you let Dream in, and I’m going to be angry. I deserve to be angry.”

“You’re not going to die,” he said with certainty. “Not when I’m there.” 

I couldn’t tell if Techno was trying to reassure me or himself with his words, but either way, the weight of the possibilities made my stomach turn with anxiety. “You can’t be so sure. I’m not exactly as talented as you are at everything,” I countered.

“Don’t say that,” Techno insisted, his tone full of frustrated reassurement. “I won’t ever let anything bad happen to you. Never again. And hey,” he started, poking my cheek, “you’re more than capable of handling yourself, anyway. You couldn’t die even if you wanted to.”

“I think you have too much confidence in me, Techno.”

“Cut that sentence 3 words short and I’ll consider agreeing with you.”

I sighed, finally letting myself crack a small smile. “I’m still mad at you, but I trust you. Only out of pity though—I know you couldn’t last a day without me around.”

Techno grinned, his sharp-toothed grin melting the ice as he returned my arrow. “Good thing it’ll never come to that.”

I shook my head, twirling the arrow in my hand while I inspected it silently. Techno turned away to prepare his own weapons, leaving me alone with the aftermath of our conversation. 

My anger had been redirected with my friend’s words of reassurance, now colliding with my resentment for Dream. Even though I did have faith in Techno, I still feared the possibility of Dream playing a trick on us. I sharpened my arrow and considered my choices: I follow Techno’s lead and go along with Dream’s help, or I take matters into my own hands. I finished up with my arrows, placing them neatly into my quiver as I prayed that the latter wouldn’t have to occur.

I already knew well enough that war was brutal.

With a deep, tired sigh, I leaned back and recalled a time not so long ago—just a few years at most—when I wasn’t resentful of Dream. We were friends, once, and I’ll admit that I admired him; I bitterly wondered what would have happened if I had ever found the courage to tell him just how much I adored him, but the thought made some long forgotten part of me ache, prickling my heart with thorns. It was shameful of me to wonder what could have been, even more so to speak it; there was a reason why only Techno knew, and there was a reason why his decision made my blood bubble over in frustration and betrayal. 

I considered the moment I caught Dream shifting, edging away from his former self as his own hubris overtook him, rotting his soul as something else took form. He had always treated me as an equal, and he charmed me with his kind words and gentle gaze. I couldn’t begin to understand how suddenly he was so cruel to me, taking me by surprise when his usual soft tone became sharp and grating, tearing me apart from the inside out. I had only ever been supportive of him, even when he did things I couldn’t agree with; even when his friends turned their backs on him; even when I found myself seeking his approval at every turn despite his cruelty. Nothing I did could ever seem to be enough.

The first time I was separated from Dream was after Techno captured me, initially planning to use me as leverage against his rival to put an end to the government. After finding me, though, he must have seen what I couldn’t: the hollowness that Dream had left behind. The anarchist took pity on me, if you could even call it that; mostly, Techno shook me awake from the nightmare I had been living and made me realize the extent of Dream’s manipulation. I felt dirty for a long while after my realization, plagued with the sense that I would never feel safe or whole again. A part of me still felt that way, even, but at least I had the sense now to not seek out the shadows when they beckoned me over.

Technoblade was a surprisingly good friend through it all. It was him who helped me become myself again, but he would always argue that it was my own doing. He frustrated me sometimes with his monotonous tone and his thirst for anarchy, but at the end of the day, I could never stay mad at him; Techno had a good heart, and his honesty and dedication to his morals was enough to convince me. Even through my fog of anger at his teaming with Dream, even when I questioned whether this was a good idea, a sensible part of me knew that this was nothing like what Dream had done to me. Techno didn’t hide his nature as Dream did, and I could trust him in that.

A knock on the cabin door brought me out of my thoughts. I heard Techno’s footsteps as he stepped back into the room, a knife in hand. “Do you know who it is?” he questioned, scrutinizing the door when I shook my head in response. I stood from my chair and followed behind Techno, who peeked out the window and let out a tired sigh before swinging the door open.

“Hello, Dream. What are you doing at my house?” my friend deadpanned.

Dream lowered his grinning mask, his own lips drawn back into a polite smile. “Oh, just checking in before tomorrow. I wanted to see if you needed anything.”

“You could have sent a message first,” Techno replied, tapping the messenger device on his wrist. “I don’t really appreciate unwanted guests.”

“I figured it wouldn’t be much of a problem since we’re on the same side now. And I tend to find surprise visits are a lot more… Insightful,” Dream mused. His eyes peeked over Techno’s shoulder to meet mine and I stiffened, standing straighter. Dream, perceptive as usual, smiled wider, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners before he spoke to me in a soft voice. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

A cold hand gripped my heart, the blood pulsing in my ear drums. I hated him; I hated that he hardly had to speak for me to begin to crumble. I attempted to reply in a steady voice despite the slight tremor that shook me. “Yeah, it has.”

Before Dream could say anything else, Techno stepped up as though to shield me. “You know, we have everything we need here. You should probably make sure your things are sorted, though,” he announced. 

Dream’s smile faltered for half a second before returning. “Hm, I think you’re right. Just remember to give me the signal,” he said, beginning to turn away from the door. Dream hesitated, giving me one last look before he addressed me, his words kind, though laced with a cold, haunting tone. “I’ve missed you. Good luck tomorrow.”

It wasn’t until Techno had shut the door and confirmed that Dream had left that I allowed myself to breathe. I hadn’t even realized that I was holding my breath in the first place; I felt lightheaded and weary as Techno sat me down and asked if I was alright. I nodded, watching the worried man cross the room to fetch me a glass of water. With a shudder, I took in the sight of the floorboards and listened to my friend rummaging around the kitchen. My stomach churned and my mind flashed with sudden clarity about what I would have to do.

I was going to kill Dream.

The following day felt like a blur. Every motion leading up to the total destruction of L’Manburg was like a sharp jab of a paintbrush, a swipe across a canvas already drenched in paint. There was a picture here, some greater meaning when you stepped away from it all, but in the midst of things, it didn’t quite matter. All Techno cared about was erasing the country for good and keeping us alive; all I wanted was to get the day over with.

I had spent the entire night trying to decide whether it was truly a good idea for me to go after Dream or leave him be. A part of me felt that it was a terrible idea, a decision that would only serve to lead me to certain death; still, another part of me wanted closure. I didn’t think of myself as anything special compared to Techno, Phil, or even Dream himself when it came to combat skills, but the truth was that I was more than capable of holding my own in battle. I had been through my fair share of wars, and the experience in addition to training with Techno led me to become a skilled warrior of my own. As I considered it, I found myself realizing with a newfound confidence that I had the strength to take down Dream all on my own if I wanted to. My only question was how I would go about this.

The answer came surprisingly soon.

Techno and I had been doing well against L’Manburg’s defense—there was only a scare when Sapnap came close to taking one of Techno’s lives during a fight, but I had stepped in with a nicely timed arrow to his head, which made our enemy disappear into a cloud of smoke as his life was lost. Techno and I chugged some invisibility potion, courtesy of Phil, and hid around a building to watch everyone fight off the withers while we healed ourselves.

“What’s taking him so long? We’ve been at it for—” Techno glanced at his watch, “—thirty minutes! And here I thought Dream was all about punctuality,” my friend griped, taking a bite out of an apple.

“I’m not surprised. Of course he would choose today to take his sweet time,” I assessed, thumping my head against the brick building. “He’s probably going over his plans to sacrifice us next as we speak.”

“We are not getting sacrificed.”

“You never know,” I hummed. “It’s not a bad thing to be cautious, is it?”

Techno snorted. “Well, I suppose not. We’ve survived this long, though, so I have a good feeling about this.”

I nodded, peering in the direction of my friend. We couldn’t see each other due to the potion, but if I focused hard enough, I could catch a shift in the light that alerted me of his position. I felt a sudden urgency within me—some calling to spill my fears, inky and black, before I choked. “I need you to do me a favor,” I blurted.

I watched the light shift and turn. “What? What’s going on?” Techno wondered.

“If something happens to me, if I lose my last life,” I began in a serious tone, “don’t look back.”

“I… don’t understand. What are you saying? You won’t—”

“Techno, if I die, you carry straight through with the plan. Don’t come for my things, don’t try to help me, just go. Please. Can you promise me that?”

The light shimmered slowly, hesitantly. “Of course you choose now to drop that on me,” Techno muttered bitterly, but I could hear the underlying hurt. “I can never say no to you, though, can I?”

“It is your best trait,” I joked, though there was a heaviness in my voice.

The shift in the light leaned back as Techno sighed. “Alright, fine. It won’t come to that, but I’ll do it. I promise.”

“Thank you. For everything,” I confessed, stressing the importance of all that he’s done for me in my reply. 

Before Techno could reply, a resounding boom went off nearby. Dirt and debris flew past us as plumes of gray smoke shrouded our sight. Between the clouds of smoke, I could see a flash of bright green and a bone-white mask.

“He’s here,” Techno mumbled next to me. “Let’s get moving.”

The pair of us sprinted across the land, dodging at the sight of explosives and attacking enemies under the guise of our invisibility. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dream dropping TNT from the tops of buildings and hurling them at every patch of land in his vicinity. By the time he was finished, I knew there would be nothing left.

The invisibility began to wear off shortly after that, and I watched as Techno’s vibrant red cape began to fade back into view. I followed my friend from a short distance until I realized that Dream was completely distracted in his efforts to destroy the nation. As Techno veered down one path, I caught him by the arm. “I’m heading the other way,” I said.

Techno immediately began to protest. “No, you’re not. Don’t be stupid.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You were the one worried about losing your last life, and now you’re trying to split? We have to stick together.”

“I’ll be quick. You won’t even know I’m gone,” I reasoned, already turning to leave. “I promise I’ll be back.”

Techno frowned, but eventually his shoulders became less tense as he reluctantly decided to let me go. I gave him a nod of thanks before hurrying off to a building that hadn’t yet been destroyed. Fortunately for me, the citizens seemed to have cleared out, so no one was there to intervene as I leapt over crumbling buildings and the charred remains of the nation. My heart raced in my chest and I clutched my bow tightly in my hand. It would all be over soon enough, I thought, and I would be the one to end it all. 

I reached a building that hadn’t been completely damaged from the TNT and scaled the wall. My fingers were wedged into the grooves of the brick until I reached the ledge at the very top, tugging myself up and throwing my legs over the side. I huffed and looked up to watch Dream, practically gliding on air as he hurled explosives at the ground without remorse. I squinted and realized through the haze of smoke and ash that he had nearly hit bedrock, yet he continued to demolish the same area of land. It was like he wanted to blow a hole straight through the ground, so deep that he’d be able to see the other side. 

I shook away the nervous shudder that ran down my spine and instead raised my bow to aim while Dream was distracted. I glared at the back of his head and lined my sight to him, the familiarity of the motion sending a sort of ease through my tense muscles.

It was an easy shot. I could do it.

I drew a deep breath and held it while I drew my arrow back, pulling the string taut. With a slow sigh, I released.

My arrow soared above the destruction, seeming to transcend the rules of time and space. The light made the metallic edge glimmer as though a star was shooting across the expanse of land, bright and beautiful and destructive all at once. 

Dream was still turned away as the arrow launched towards him, and for a moment I felt sure that I had succeeded in my efforts. Right before the arrow was able to lodge itself in his head, though, Dream ducked, and the arrow flew past his head. He rose again to stand straight and turned slowly to face me, the blank eyed smile on his mask mocking me. My blood turned to ice in my veins and I frantically drew another arrow to fire, this time pointed at his heart. 

Before I could release the arrow, Dream held up a stick of dynamite and pelted it right next to the building I stood on. It was close enough that I took damage and fell back as the earth shook around me. My head smacked against the roof and I groaned at the dizzy shock that sparked against my skull. I lay there, my head pounding, focused on the rumble that rattled my bones as I tried to regain my bearings. 

By the time I had struggled onto my knees, Dream was hovering over me. I glared up at him for one silent moment before snatching my bow and striking his mask, which cracked and shattered to the ground. He stumbled back and I took my chance to load an arrow, but my head was still pounding, my coordination thrown off by the blow I had taken. Dream took advantage of my weakness and kicked the bow out of my hands, where it skidded across the roof and over the edge. I had made a feeble attempt to catch it before it tipped over, but I was too late.

Dream caught a fistful of my hair, yanking me backwards, and I growled, an animalistic sound that scratched my throat as I dragged my feet and struggled in his grasp. I kicked up dirt and clawed at the pale hands that trapped me, yelping when my captor shoved me to my knees. I must have looked ridiculous, like a child throwing a tantrum, as I thrashed and screamed to try and get away. “This is what happens to anyone who doesn’t follow my orders. You really thought you were smart enough to turn on me?” Dream laughed darkly, tightening his grip even as I scratched streaks of red into his skin. “You’re pathetic. I almost feel bad for you.”

“Fuck you,” I spat, attempting to jerk away, but Dream’s grip was unbreakable.

“I hope you’re not this rude to Technoblade. Where is he, by the way?” I struggled while Dream called out for my friend, who I watched sprint towards us between exploding buildings and smoke.

“Dream, what is this?” Techno heaved, meeting us on the building. 

The man in question nodded his head towards me, a warrior bloodied and brought to my knees. “I think it’s about time I used that favor,” he said coldly.

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach, and I felt my body begin to numb with fear. If I wasn’t sure of it before, I was now; this was the end for me. 

It was almost laughable, the irony of this situation; the promises to keep each other safe that I had made with my best friend—the only friend I had left—were tearing apart at the seams. 

“Maybe you should rethink this before you do something you’ll regret, Dream,” Techno threatened.

“Oh, I won’t be regretting anything. But you might.” Dream gestured with his free hand towards the bundle of fireworks in Techno’s hand. “Kill them.”

The situation was eerily similar to another from so long ago in this very nation—when Techno was ordered by Schlatt to kill Tubbo. I could see the realization in his eyes, the acknowledgment of the parallels, the regret and anger and so much fear. I had never seen him so scared, but he remained stubborn. “I won’t do that,” he replied.

Dream’s grip tightened as he jerked my head forward for emphasis. “Listen, Technoblade, you’re going to kill your little friend here because you owe it to me. If you choose not to, I’ll just take them for myself so I can do it instead. You probably wouldn’t want that, though—I won’t be so kind. Oh, and don’t even think about trying to kill me instead. One of you was already stupid enough to try.”

“This isn’t what I meant when I said I’d do you a favor.”

“Isn’t it, though? Look around, Techno. The only reason this is happening right now is because Tommy betrayed you. He could have chosen you, he could have stayed on your side, but he didn’t. This is the consequence, right? And this—,” I yelped as Dream snatched me and held me up as evidence, “—is what happens when I’m betrayed. You all agreed to help me, and now my trust is broken. So pick up a fucking weapon and do me a favor.”

My friend stood frozen as he tried to calculate some way out of this, but I knew I had ruined any chances of a better life for us. It was my actions that were about to get me killed, by the only person who ever truly loved me, nonetheless.

“Do it,” I told Techno. “Please, just get it over with.”

Technoblade looked down at me, his eyes full of hurt as his brows furrowed. “No. You’re crazy, why would I do that? I made you a promise—”

“So did I. But there’s nothing else to do. I fucked it up, so I’m asking you to do this. Not for him, for me,” I pleaded, painfully aware of the grip Dream had on my hair. “I’d rather it be you. No one but you.”

I watched as Techno’s face contorted into a woeful expression. The guilt was bubbling over in the pit of my stomach, an all-consuming feeling that made me sick with sorrow for what I was asking him to do. We were one and the same, him and I, a pair of lonely people made better with the other around. I would miss him and, even if he never chose to admit it, I knew he would miss me too. I could only hope that my absence wouldn’t destroy him. 

Slowly, Techno raised the firework launcher as he pointed it at my head. “You know, I always had a soft spot for you.”

My smile was regretful and watery; I prayed that he could hear my apologies without having to speak them out loud. I prayed even more that he could hear my unspoken words of gratitude, the unfinished symphony that was our friendship. “You’re the only person who ever knew me.”

Behind me, Dream groaned in annoyance. “Shut up with the monologues and get it over with,” he griped. With a harsh shove, the tip of the fireworks were pressed against my forehead. I bit my tongue, the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as I tried not to seem too meager in my final moments. Dream dropped me to my knees as he escaped the line of fire, now peering over Techno’s shoulder in waiting. I watched my friend’s hands shake, the light tremble of his finger as it hovered over the trigger. I wanted to give him some sort of reassurance, but how could I? How do you ease the heart of someone forced to kill their friend?

With a shaky, mournful sigh, Techno looked down on me, his knuckles white as he gripped the weapon. “I’m sorry,” he said. 

I squeezed my eyes shut with tears running hot over my cheeks, trying to recall a better picture in my mind. I thought of when I first met Techno, brainwashed and broken, a person slowly made whole again. I thought of the softness in his eyes even as he yelled at me over some mistake I had made. I thought of the nights he spent hunched over his desk writing about anything until I threw a blanket at him and dragged him into his bed. I thought of the mornings we would wake up early on a day of traveling just to catch the sunrise. I could have seen it a thousand times, and still, nothing would have ever compared to him; no amount of wealth or glory could even come close to making me feel as elated as he did. Techno was, without a doubt in my mind, my soulmate. The universe decided that for us; the sun and the moon and every star in the sky chose to bind us together, and what reason did I have to refuse it? 

My heart ached, jumping as the click of the trigger sounded. There was a bright flash, a pop, an explosion of color and sound—

Then nothing at all.