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mviswidow · 4 years ago

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falling

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol

Prompt: i was wondering if i could request an imagine?? it’s kind of based off of harry styles’ song ‘falling’ whereas the reader accidentally admits she’s in love with wanda and wanda, having gone through so much heartbreak, pushes the reader away as she’s too scared to get involved with someone again, as all she’s known is loss. so, the two separate a bit until thor talks to her about it because he, too, has shared a lot of heartbreaking moments and shit and it’s not until she’s drunk (lyric: “I’m in my bed, and you’re not here  And there’s no one to blame  But the drink in my wandering hands.”) she realizes the mistake she’s made and goes to find the reader to tell them she’s in love with her too :( IT’S SOME REAL ANGSTY SHIT BUT I FEEL LIKE IT COULD BE SO GOOD. LMAOO. <3 - @cierrascorpse

Summary: R confesses her love for Wanda. Despite loving her back, Wanda pushes her away, but is convinced to go to R after the two of them have avoided each other for far too long.

A/N: this is my first songfic!! it’s ‘Falling’ by Harry Styles, in case you want to listen to it.

“You’re back!” You ran over to Wanda and hugged her, heart fluttering when she hugged you back tightly.

When you pulled away, she had a bright smile on her face even though she still looked sleepy.

“Good morning, Y/n,” She chuckled, opening the fridge to get milk for her cereal.

You smiled and grabbed some fruit before sitting on the kitchen barstool and spinning around once or twice, “How did your mission go?”

“Eh,” Wanda shrugged with one shoulder and stuck her spoon in the bowl, nudging her cereal around.

“What happened?” You frowned.

“Nothing, I just made a mistake. Steve’s kind of mad at me,” Wanda sighed, looking up and seeing you with your eyebrow raised. She rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t paying attention and I almost got shot, I got lucky that Steve was watching.”

“Oh my god, Wanda, you have to be more careful.”

“I know, it was just an accident-”

“We don’t have room for accidents. You know better than to make careless mistakes,” You interrupted, shaking your head.

Her brow furrowed, it was weird that you were getting so worked up like this, “Yeah, I do know, and I obviously didn’t almost get shot on purpose, so if you’re going to be like this then I’d prefer you just back off.”

You scoffed as your eyebrows shot up, “Why are you being so defensive about this?”

Her voice raised, “I just don’t get why you care so much-”

“Because I love you!”

Wanda’s jaw snapped closed and she noticeably swallowed before nodding, “I’m going to have breakfast in my room.”

“Wanda-”

“I don’t think us being friends is a great idea, Y/n,” She spoke softly, trying to keep eye contact for as long as she could.

Tears welled in your eyes and you pushed off the bar stool before making your way out of the kitchen, “Fuck you, too, then.”

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From then on, the two of you didn’t talk unless absolutely necessary, which basically just meant missions and the occasional odd day where you had to talk to each other for something regarding the team.

It hurt. Really bad. Even looking in her general direction made you want to cry. The team wasn’t oblivious to the fact that there was something going on, they figured it out pretty quickly and it didn’t take long for them all to have found out what had happened.

You ended up spending a lot of time with Natasha. You were already close with her before Wanda rejected you, but you became best friends after the fact.

Having to sit through meetings while sitting across from Wanda was excruciating. You willed yourself to get over her but she was constantly occupying your mind and you saw her every day, so that was pretty hard.

Wanda also felt horribly about the situation. She’d never dated anyone before, and she loved you a whole lot, but she knew the last thing you needed was someone like her to come into your life in such a big way and leave mess in her wake.

Her heart raced when you took more than a few seconds to respond to comms and she always found herself looking around for you while out on the field, just to make sure you were okay.

Two months after Wanda had rejected you, the team was pretty fed up with the two of you. They obviously cared about your feelings but you were both way too distracted on mission and careless mistakes were happening more frequently.

That was when Steve gave Thor his own mini-mission of talking to Wanda.

He knocked twice on her door, which had her looking up from her book and opening the door with a swift movement of her fingers, “Thor,” Wanda smiled softly. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you, about Y/n,” He said as he closed the door, his usually loud voice now quiet and calm.

Wanda’s heart clenched and she bit the inside of her cheek, “Is she okay?”

“Oh,” Thor was now realizing that he might have made it seem like you were hurt. “Yes, she is- well, physically- I mean, it’s complicated.”

Wanda quirked an eyebrow up. The usual eloquent God of Thunder now stumbling over his words like anyone else, “This is about what happened between the two of us, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” He nodded and looked towards the edge of her bed. “May I sit?”

“Be my guest,” She nodded.

“Steve and I were talking about you guys, honestly, the whole team talks about you. It’s been hard to watch you guys like this, but we see the way you still care for each other. I know that you’ve been through a lot, Wanda. Losing family is harder than words could ever begin to describe, I understand that, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve happiness and that you can’t love the people you want to love. I see the way you look at her, we all do,” And eloquent Thor was back, apparently. “I just don’t believe you should let this pass you by. She’s a really special girl and she loves you a lot. I think you love her a lot, too, and I think you need each other. That’s all I wanted to say, I guess. I just hope you think about this more- maybe even talk to her when you’re ready, if you are.”

Wanda blinked away the tears in her eyes and nodded, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Thor left without saying anything else, and when the door closed behind him, Wanda pulled her pillow to cover her face and groaned. She laid there for a minute before getting up and walking to the kitchen in search of some kind of alcohol.

An hour and a half later, she was laying on her bed in pajama shorts and a red hoodie that you’d given her for her birthday sulking.

She had half a mind to cry, but she didn’t really like drunk crying, and she was far enough into the bottle of vodka for her judgement to be impaired, but not enough to not acknowledge that drunk crying was the worst kind of crying.

After months of being without you, she longed to be near you, to have fun sleepovers again, to sneak away from Tony’s parties to go up to the roof or to watch a movie, she wanted you to braid her hair and cuddle her at night and kiss her-

Before Wanda knew what she was doing, she set the vodka bottle on her nightstand and made her way to your room. She stood outside for a few seconds before knocking quickly so she couldn’t talk herself out of whatever she was about to do.

She could hear you laugh from inside your room, “Nat, did you leave something? You were here like- oh.”

Your smile fell when you opened the door and saw Wanda standing at the other side of it, “Do you need something?”

“I’m so sorry,” Wanda said, her voice breathy, her face flushed, that stupid hoodie that made her look adorable, and her hair tied back into a lose ponytail that was so messed up that it could probably barely even be called a ponytail anymore. But you could tell she was drunk.

You had to stop yourself from scoffing, “Well, you’re two months too late, Wanda.”

“I love you.”

“Don’t do this now,” You shook your head, tears now brimming your eyes. You didn’t want to put up with this when tomorrow things would be back to how they had been.

“Y/n/n, I’m serious. I love you so much,” And tears of her own threatened to spill. “I feel so guilty, as I should, but I just- I was really scared, and I thought that I was going to fuck things up for you, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I love you. I’ll say it a million times if that’s what it takes to convince you. I want us to happen.”

You sniffled and wiped away a tear that was starting to run down your face. All of a sudden Wanda was starting to sound really sober. “You promise?” Your voice broke, and you bit your lip, willing yourself to not make any noise.

“I swear to you that I love you,” Wanda smiled softly, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek, wiping away another tear that fell.

You leaned into her touch and closed your eyes for a moment before opening them and being graced by a soft smile on Wanda’s features.

“I would love to kiss you now but I want it to be good and not when I’m kinda drunk, so can I just sleep in your room tonight instead?” She asked hopefully, longing to hold you.

“Please,” You nodded and stepped forward, hugging her for the first time in two months. “I missed you so much.”

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inlovewiththefictionalcharacters · 4 years ago

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SECOND CHANCE

CHAPTER - 1 : GARDNER

Pairing: (Dark) Andy Barber x Reader.

Warning(s): Non-Con; Dub-con; Slow-burn(Maybe); Possible Defending Jacob spoilers; Possessiveness; Grief; Angst; Any other possible warnings will be added in the future chapters.

Summary: Follow Andy’s journey after the horrible accident that turned his whole world upside down.

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Never in his life did Andy thought he’ll go through what he did. His whole family and himself going through Jacob’s trial is one thing, but Laurie intentionally trying to take their son’s life by crashing the car to the side of the tunnel is another. He can’t even imagine why on earth did she even think that her son is capable of murdering someone. Sure, Jacob did do a lot of weird stuff that are not normally done by other teenagers. But he believed his son was innocent. And while his son was in coma, attached to IV’s, the woman who put his life in danger came out sustaining minimal injuries.

The events following that are even more ridiculous. No matter what Andy did, she always doubted him. He thought that he deserved it. After all, he did hid about his father from her and would have probably never told her about it if it wasn’t for Jacob’s trial. Andy was fine with her maintaining some distance from him after every thing that happened. After all, the distance was there between them and kept increasing during the trial. And then there was a lot of secrecy that confused him. They never maintained any secrets between them, well apart from Andy not telling her about his father. That really confused him. But what he couldn’t stand was the unbelievable hatred she’s got for Jacob and it kept growing each day. First, it was just her avoiding to look at any of Jacob’s pictures or things. He chalked it up to her feeling guilty about the accident. But then there was her literally just removing all the things that had any connection to Jacob and piling it up to one a corner in the room that those things were in. He didn’t understand why she did that. Not until one day he couldn’t find those things in those rooms anywhere and found them in trash, just as he found the baby pictures of Jacob in the trash can right before the car crash happened. And when he brought those things back inside their home and confronted Laurie about it, she just screamed at him, kept yelling at him that she didn’t want to see them anymore. It was during that time when she literally told him that she hates Jacob. Her own son. That she regrets giving birth to him and should have gotten rid of him like her friends told her to when Jacob was conceived.

He can’t even fathom how a mother could hate her own son. And then she went on blaming Andy for everything that happened in their life. He tried taking her to therapy and even went to couples therapy with her, hoping to reduce the distance between them, but soon realized that nothing can fix things between them. Andy soon found out that one of the main reasons for the growing reasons between him and Laurie was the affair that Laurie’s been having with some dude that kept visiting Newton frequently. He definitely didn’t peg Laurie for the cheating type, but oh well.

But the final nail in the coffin was when Laurie tried to kill Jacob, again. He was visiting Jacob that day and Laurie insisted that she’ll tag along with him. Andy wasn’t up for it, but Laurie was persistent. Andy caved in and took her with him to the hospital. While Andy actually spent some time with Jacob in the unit, Laurie just stood outside the room, not even bothering to come. Then Andy went to talk to the doctor in-charge of Jacob’s treatment to check on the progress of Jacob’s health. When he returned, the sight in front of him chilled him to his bones. Jacob has his eyes closed and was struggling to breathe, his chest was moving frantically while Laurie just stared at him holding the oxygen mask he was wearing earlier, away from him.

“What are you doing?!” Andy growled at her, storming inside towards her while Laurie jumped and looked at him with wide eyes.

Hearing him, a nurse and doctor rushed in and helped Jacob breathe again and checked his vitals while Andy grabbed Laurie’s arm and dragged her away from his son. That was the final nail in the coffin. With some help from his previous employer, since he was still in her good books, Andy drew out a restraining order against Laurie for Jacob and also signed the divorce papers, also stating that he wanted to get full custody of Jacob. He had stayed in Newton till the divorce was finalized and also got full custody of Jacob since Laurie wanted to do nothing to do with the kid which made it easier. The house was sold too and he didn’t bother packing anything that Laurie had any input on. He just packed all of his stuff and Jacob’s sold some stuff and then gave some to charity and then moved to a place where all the ruckus and the media circus was far less. He wanted to live in peace and hopefully, Jacob will heal in time. He hoped that Jacob will be all good and healed in no time but the progress on his part is way less.

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It was another day spent working in the little bakery that Y/N owned. Y/N was truly lucky to find Gardner of all places to settle down for now. And she was even more lucky to find this gem of a bakery that was on sale. She literally placed almost all of her savings on it and didn’t regret it one bit about it in the past 3 years. The sales were good and the staff of 4 that worked in shifts were also good and understanding, never making a mess about things. They were like her second family and were there for her when things got a bit overwhelming. She hated dumping her stuff on them but they lived in a community and most were practically a few streets down from where she lived.

It was a few minutes past 3 in the afternoon and Y/N looked at her watch and cussed.

“Damn, I’m getting late today...” she muttered and looked up at the older woman who was one of the staff.

“Agatha, could you mind taking over for today? Charlotte is closing today and I have to go... I made a promise...” Y/N started and the older woman just her off.

“Just go on child. Don’t worry. Char and I will look over the place. You stay safe on your way” she told her.

Y/N smiled gratefully at her, grabbed her purse and dashed outside.

By the time she reached home, she sighed in relief and jogged towards the threshold, unlocked the door and walked inside, closing the door behind her. Walking into the living room, a smile broke on her face at the sight in front of her.

“MAMA!” a voice yelled enthusiastically upon her entering the living room.

Y/N crouched down as the toddler ran towards her as quickly as her little feet can take her and she wrapped her arms arounds Y/N’s neck.

“Hi baby!” Y/N cooed as she pressed kisses on the hair and forehead of the little toddler.

“Hi mama! I vuv you!” the little being said.

Y/N’s gaze then landed on Elie who was babysitting her little girl and smiled at her which was returned. The teenager has also been a savior babysitting the little girl whenever Y/N asked her too.

Y/N then looked at Ada, her little girl and told her “Baby, why don’t you go and get your things while mommy speaks to Elie?”

Ada nodded her head and quickly dashed towards the huge box of toys that she has. Y/N then looked at Elie and sighed.

“God, Elie. You are literally my savior, have I ever told you that?” she asked.

Elie grinned and replied “I think you might have mentioned it a time or two, but meh. Ada is the sweetest, and the most easiest to deal with. And I love hanging out with her.”

Y/N smiled gratefully. She still couldn’t understand how she got this much lucky with everything. She then pulled out thirty dollars out of her purse and handed them to Elie, who took them and bid goodbye for the day. Just then Ada ran towards her, with a few of her stuffies.

“Mama! Tea pawty!” Ada yelled enthusiastically.

Y/N chuckled and grabbed a blanket along with a few of Ada’s stuff for the tea party with her stuffies and the two of them walked outside towards the tiny lawn they had. After setting all the things down, she sat down with Ada and was busy playing with her when the movement of a truck got her attention which was following a sleek black Audi that stopped in front of the house beside theirs. It used to be empty, but Y/N heard from Mrs. Williams that the previous owners have finally sold it to someone, but Mrs. Williams didn’t know any details about the new owner.

Y/N saw the the truck stop behind the car and the packers and movers immediately opened the back of the truck, carefully moving all the stuff out and to the inside of the house while a guy got out of the car and lead them inside. From what she could see, he’s tall and got dark hair. While Y/N was looking at all the movement that was happening, little Ada’s gaze was transfixed at the sleek black Audi. The little girl, according to Y/N has an unhealthy obsession with cars, way more obsession that what a normal toddler has.

“Look, mama! Carrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Ada said, prolonging the R, making Y/N look at her and giggle.

She could literally see Ada’s eyes glowing while staring at the car and Y/N shook her head in amusement. Unbeknownst to them, the owner of the said car suddenly turned his attention towards his new neighbors and caught the cute little girl’s gaze on his car and a small smile grazed his lips.

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jjmaybanksbaby · 4 years ago

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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer I

Part 02: That James Deam Daydream

series masterlist | previous part

summary: After the car accident, you haven’t been able to get Rafe out of your mind but hasn’t he already caused enough trouble?

a/n: With the semester ending I have a lot more free time so I plan on updating this series more consistently (ie weekly)!! I’m also gonna start a taglist for this series so if you want to be added to it drop a ☀️ in my inbox/messages!

word count: 1.5k

The fluorescent lights of the hospital flooded your vision as you blinked your groggy eyes open. The machines you were connected to beeped slow and hypnotically beside you. You could feel the pain that would ripple through your body with every movement before had even attempted to sit up. Your breathing was labored and forced, an unusual sensation.

Your mom entered the room carrying two cups of steaming coffee which she placed on the small table in the corner of the room as soon as she noticed you were awake. She sat down quickly in the chair that was situated on the left side of your hospital bed. She automatically took your hand in hers.

"Oh, good, honey. You're awake. How are you feeling?" She asked, her brow knit together in concern. The bags under her eyes seemed to give you some indication of how long you'd been out. Your mother was always the most put together in the room. Her dirty blonde hair, the same color as yours, always gave the allusion of having been freshly blown out. Her makeup never looked chalky or stale, a skill you'd never quite been able to replicate. She lived in black blazers and stilettos, her purse resting in the nook of her arm.

The person holding tightly onto your hand in that hospital room was an entirely different version of your mom. One that two days ago had gotten a call that her daughter had gotten into a car crash, thrown a bunch of clothes in a suitcase, and board the first available flight from Oregon to the Outer Banks.

Your eyelids drooped, it was taking all your energy to keep them open so you let them close.

"Mom," you said, your voice coming out just barely above a whisper. "What happened?" You asked, even though you remembered most of what had happened the night of the crash.

The way you'd scrapped your knee climbing out of your window of your Nonna's house. The beautiful Cameron boy. The bonfire and the stink eye Phoebe had given you all night. The headlights of the car bellowing down the wrong side of the road. Rafe's hand grabbings yours.

Your mom reached up and brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen onto your face. "You were in a car crash y/n. The other car hit the side of the one you were in and pushed you into a ditch. The force of the airbag fractured your rib which punctured your lung. The doctors said you're gonna be okay but they're keeping you on an IV drip of some pain meds."

Your chest did feel heavy but not just from the injuries.

"Wh- what about Rafe? Is he okay?" You forced yourself to open your eyes.

Your mom breathed in sharply. "He's okay. He left the hospital yesterday with his dad with only a concussion and a broken wrist."

"Mmmhmm." You mumbled in acknowledgment. You could feel sleep taking over once again. "I love you." You said to your mom before drifting off.

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Your bed was littered with the clothes you should have been packing because your flight left early tomorrow morning but instead, you were laying on the floor staring up at the ceiling, the fan whirling around rapidly. The August heat had seeped into the house, causing you to break into a sweat with the smallest movement. The sounds of the conversation between your Nonna and mom echoed from downstairs. You were sure they were probably arguing about you, again.

Your mom hadn't been able to let the accident go even though. You tried to explain to her how you'd left the house without your Nonna's permission so it wasn't like it was totally her fault. You sighed, wincing at the pain that still ran through your body when you took too deep a breath.

A tiny ping filled your ears causing you to sit up.

Ping. There it was again.

A third peddle hit your window. You walked over to it, sliding it open to see Rafe standing on the lawn below.

Your breath hitched. You hadn't seen him since that night but he looked exactly the same except for the black splint on his wrist.

"Hi," he yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth so his voice carried.

You glanced over your shoulder nervous that your mom or Nonna were going to walk into the room at any moment having heard Rafe's shouting.

"Come up here," you replied, waving him up to your room.

With a surprising amount of speed for someone with only one good wrist, he pulled himself up the side of the porch and climbed through your window.

His eyes meet yours as he landed on the carpet and words escaped you entirely. The sparks that had been there that night hadn't disappeared at all.

"Hey, stranger," Rafe said, failing to hold back a smirk.

"Nice cast," you replied.

He looked down at it and quickly back up at you. "I'm sorry about everything. I promised to get you home safe and then got us into a car crash. Not exactly how I pictured the night ending." He forced a laugh but the regret in his voice was unmissable.

You took a step closer to him. "You don't have to apologize Rafe. You did everything you could. And I'm okay. You're okay. We're alive." There was more you wanted to say but the words seemed to disappear before you could form them.

Rafe closed the distance between the two of you stopping right in front of you. "God, I like you so much and I really fucked it up. Didn't I?"

This time a genuine laugh escaped you. "I think we might be able to salvage it." You responded feeling unusually bold. You grabbed his face, pulling him down to your level and placed an urgent kiss on his lips.

He slipped his own hand behind your neck, keeping your mouth pressed against his. The air around you was electric and neither of you dared to pull away first.

The door to your bedroom swung open and your Nonna's loud stern voice suddenly took over.

"Y/n y/l/n."

You stepped away from Rafe quickly, dropping your arms to your side. You turned around to face your Nonna. Her face was set with anger.

"Out Mr. Cameron." She instructed.

"Right. I was just leaving." He replied, moving back towards the window.

"Out the front door." Your Nonna clarified.

"Oh, yeah. Of course. My bad." Rafe said. His eyes connected with yours for just a moment as he walked out of the room. Your head the front door close behind him a few beats later.

You stayed frozen in the middle of the room, awaiting the lecture you knew was coming next.

Your Nonna crossed the room and shut the window.

"You're letting all the a/c out." She said, dryly.

"I'm sorry," you responded, apologizing for more than leaving the window open.

"A Cameron boy almost ruined your mother's life. I won't let the same thing happen to you." Your Nonna pushed some of your clothes aside and sat down on the bed.

"Your mom," she started again. "She started dating Rafe's dad, Ward, during her junior year. He was a year older and going to UNC in the fall. She wanted to follow him after she graduated high school. She thought she loved him and I told her no. Told her she could pick anywhere else but I wouldn't pay for her to throw her life away for puppy love. They broke up in October of her senior year. She barely spoke more than a few words to me for months. Then she moved away to California for college and didn't call me her entire freshman year. It was the hardest thing I've had to do as a mother. It almost ruined me. Ruined our relationship. But he was never going to really make her happy. He didn't love her like she loved him and it would never have lasted and then she'd be stuck at a school that she hadn't chosen for herself." Your Nonna looked up at you as she finished speaking.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" She asked. "That Cameron boy isn't good for you." Your Nonna stood up and walked over to you. She placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you, muffin."

"I love you too." You replied. "I gotta finish packing."

"Okay," she said, closing the door behind her as she walked out of your room.

You flopped backward onto your bed and let out an audible groan. You had finally kissed Rafe Cameron and of course, your Nonna had to walk in at that moment.

Your phone, which had been previously discarded in the mess on your bed, buzzed. You pulled it out from under a pile of swimsuits. A text from Rafe popped up on the screen.

r: 'I'm officially scared of your grandma.'

y/n: 'hahah did you know our parents dated in hs?'

r: 'Really? I didn't. Weird.'

r: 'When do you leave?'

y/n: 'tomorrow moring'

The three dots showing that Rafe was typing appeared the screen up again and then went away. You waited another moment before turning your phone off and tossing it to the side.

You knew your Nonna just wanted the best for you but it wasn't gonna be easy to get Rafe Cameron out of your head.

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13uswntimagines · 4 years ago

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Girlfriend. Singular (Lindsey Horan x Reader)

Request: I would love to see something with r and Lindsey being together and then coming out to several of their friends/teammates little by little. Like maybe someone catches them, some guess, and they just tell some?

You weren’t hiding your relationship. You only hid the things that you were ashamed of, and you were 100% not ashamed that you were dating Lindsey Horan. Hell, you were beyond proud that you had wooed the woman they called the Great Horan. She was a fucking catch and you were shocked that she was as into you as you were to her. It was like she was supergirl while you were just Lena’s receptionist Jess, though she would argue that you were her Lena.

In the beginning, you hadn’t told the rest of your team about your relationship because it was new and you wanted to bask in the honeymoon phase as they called it. You didn’t want to get teased by your teammates all the time. You just wanted to enjoy each other.

Then you just never got around to spilling the secret. You supposed it was like Kara finally telling Lena that she was Supergirl. They would be hurt that you kept it from them, and each day you waited it got harder.

Funnily enough, you and Lindsey hadn’t been hiding at all. Your friends were just horrible at taking a hint. You were the dark horse of the team. Known for being more reserved than Alyssa, possessing a glare that could rival Hopes and goal-scoring abilities that shocked even Carlie (especially when you connected with your girlfriend on the field). You weren’t touchy and you rarely ever smiled, unless you were around a certain Blond midfielder, or your older sister (The Christen Press). You also had a bit of a reputation for being the player of the team. In all honesty, serious relationships terrified you, so you had just avoided them. That was until Lindsey had come into your life.

Ironically, Christin wasn’t the first person you told about your relationship. Instead, it was her girlfriend Tobin who weaseled it out of you.

You sighed from your place on the bench, watching as Lindsey and Emily fucked around on the field after practice. You licked your lips, your eyes tracing Lindsey’s form. The AC/DC tanktop she had stolen from you this morning perfectly displaying her arms which were shiny with sweat from practice, accentuating just how muscular they were.

“Dude, if you don’t close your mouth, you’re going to start catching flies” Tobin laughed, sitting down on the bench next to you, using her finger to nudge your chin. Pink dusted your cheeks, as you used the back of your hand to wipe the drool that had gathered at the corner of your mouth.

“Hm, can’t help it. She just looks so good in that tank top,” You mumbled, your eyes still transfixed on the woman who stole your heart.

“Isn’t that your tank top?” Tobin asked, bumping your shoulder with her own, finally drawing your attention away from Lindsey. The blush on your cheeks deepened and you grinned sheepishly at the woman who was essentially your sister-in-law at this point.

“She forgot her’s last night, and we didn’t have time to stop by her apartment this morning,” You shrugged nonchalantly, not thinking anything of the admission that the two of you had spent the night together. You made a mental note to talk to her about restocking the drawer she had at your apartment, or maybe you should just suggest that the two of you move in together because it was rare that you spent the night apart. Was a year in too early to ask for something like that? You weren’t sure, as you had never let a relationship get this far before.

You were so lost in thoughts that you missed Tobin’s eyes nearly jumping out of her head. Lindsey was essentially her team baby, and not that she didn’t love you, but you didn’t have the greatest track record with women. She didn’t want either of you to get hurt.

“Does Chris know?” She questioned quietly, worry leaking into her tone. She placed a gentle hand on your knee, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What?” You shook your head, glancing at the hand on your leg in confusion.

“That you and Lindsey are doing it?” Tobin mumbled hesitantly, and your eyebrows furrowed. “Doing it? What are we, in middle school Tobs?” You snorted at her verbiage, and it was Tobin’s turn to blush.

“Fine, does Chris know that you’re screwing your teammates? Is that better?” She snapped at you and you openly laughed at her, scrunching up your nose. It was weird to hear such crude language coming out of her mouth, and you didn’t like to think about the things you were doing with Lindsey like that.

“First it’s a teammate. Singular and we’re doing a lot more than screwing,” You murmured, suddenly finding your hands very interesting. No, you didn’t have a great track record with women, but you were trying to change that.

“Gross dude, I don’t need to hear about your sex life. Just… don’t hurt her. She won’t ever tell you this, but she gets emotionally invested, and just...” Tobin began to ramble, and your wide eyes snapped to her’s. You knew that Lindsey was emotionally invested, if she wasn’t you guys would have a very big problem.

“Tobin, I don’t think you’ve got the situation right,” You tried to interrupt, running a hand through your hair in frustration. She shook her head. No this wasn’t a pleasant conversation but it needed to be had.

“I know friends with benefits relationships are your thing, but Lindsey deserves more than that,” She stated firmly, the hand that was on your leg clenching. An awkward silence settled between the two of you, your mouth opening and closing several times in an attempt to get the right words to come out of your mouth.

“Lindsey and I are dating Tobin,” You said quietly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, insecurity racing through you when Tobin gasped.

“What?” Tobin’s confusion was clear. She didn’t know what she was expecting to come out of your mouth, but that wasn’t it.

“Lindsey’s not a friend with benefits, she’s my girlfriend,” You said again, a little bit louder, puffing out your chest slightly.

“Oh,” She said quietly, relief filling her and her shoulders slumped. She didn’t want to have to choose between you and Lindsey, and she didn’t want either of you to get hurt.

“Yeah, for like the last year,” You responded, inspecting your fingers. You were ashamed that you hadn’t told her or your sister yet, but you hadn’t been sure how to.

“So it’s serious,” Tobin inquired casually, sending you a sideways look. She wasn’t used to having deep conversations with you. You usually saved that stuff for your sister.

“Yep,” You nodded, popping the p.

“Nice,” She smiled, holding her hand up for a high five. Your smile brightened and you slapped her hand, your shoulders relaxing. Maybe telling Tobin first was for the best. Her chillness put you at ease.

*****

The worst part about camps was that you and your girlfriend were never able to alone time. Vlatko had insisted that rooming the two of you together would just be a distraction, and it had been nearly impossible to shake your respective roommates. So after nearly a week of being unable to so much as hug your girlfriend, you jumped at the chance to finally be able to touch her.

“How long are Rose and Emily going to be gone?” You asked huskily into her neck, running your hands up and down her strong thighs that were straddling your body. God, you loved how muscular and tan they were.

“Not sure,” She breathed back, leaning in to kiss your lips before returning her attention to the spot on your neck she knew made you weak. You let out a light moan, completely missing her smirk.

“We’ll have to be quick,” You mumbled, tilting your head to the side to give her more access, letting your hands drift underneath her shirt, enjoying the warm skin that you found there.

“It’s funny that you think you’re the one controlling the pace here,” She smirked against your neck, trailing her lips up the curve of your jaw up to your ear. She took the shell carefully between her teeth, sending a shiver down your spine. Nope, you were not in charge right now, but that was fine with you as long as she kept doing her thing.

“Hmm,” You hummed, pulling her hips more firmly against you, she sighed into your mouth. Her hands drifted under your shirt, running circles on your abs. You worked incredibly hard to keep them just because you knew how much Lindsey loved them.

“Off,” She demanded, tugging at the fabric of your shirt. You complied, leaning back to pull your shirt off. Her eyes traced down your chest, landing on the muscles that lined your stomach. You cupped her face, wiping the drool from her lip, sending her a crooked smile.

She leaned up to press her lips to yours, tangling her finger in the baby hairs at the back of your neck, pulling you closer and directing your movements. You slid your hands up her thighs, to grab her but, pulling her impossibly closer and thanking God that she was wearing short shorts. You two were so caught up in each other that you didn’t hear the door open, or your two very shocked teammates.

“Holy shit, Y/n has got some abs,” Emily exclaimed, causing you to jump and Lindsey to almost fall off your lap, had you not been cupping her ass. Your cheeks tinted bright red.

“Holy shit, Lindsey is the top,” Rose added. Lindsey cackled loudly and your blush got deeper.

“Fuck,” you muttered, burying your face in your girlfriend’s chest, hiding from your friend’s laughter.

“There will be no fucking anywhere near any furniture that I’ll be on,” Emily smirked at the two of you.

“Then don't go to Lindsey’s apartment,” You mumbled, only pulling your face out of your girlfriend's cleavage long enough to stick your tongue out at your friends. Emily scrunched her face up in disgust.

“So is that what you guys are doing, fucking?” Rose asked, quirking her eyebrows up at Lindsey. She didn’t think Lindsey was into that kinda thing.

“Right now we’re talking to you guys,” You huffed, running your hands through your very messed up hair, ignoring the pinch Lindsey gave to your side before handing you your shirt. Your abs were for her eyes only.

“That’s not what I meant,” Rose whined, and you laughed.

“We’re dating, have been for almost a year and a half,” Lindsey said after a few seconds.

“Thought baby press didn’t do relationships,” Emily grumbled, her eyebrows furrowing, staring at you in disbelief.

“Relationship, singular,” You said indignantly. Why couldn’t everyone understand that there was only one girl that you wanted?

“Aw, she’s blushing!” Rose sent you a wide smile, pinching your very red cheeks. You pulled your head away

“Go Lanessie” Emily laughed, giving Lindsey a high five (which Lindsey returned with a roll of her eyes) very much as the one Tobin had given you.

*****

After their rude interruption, Rose and Emily demanded that you have a movie night. You didn’t mind, it meant that you got to cuddle with your girlfriend. You just wished that they picked a better movie, not that you didn’t love Disney, but Treasure Planet was never one of your favorites. Between early morning practice and how freaking comfortable you were, you couldn’t help but fall asleep on your girlfriend.

“She’s so cute when she sleeps,” Emily’s whisper broke into your stream of consciousness, as did several clicking sounds.

“Oh shit,” Emily winced after a few minutes.

“What?” You felt Lindsey shift beneath you.

“What time is it?” You groaned, still half asleep.

“Don’t get mad,” Emily said far too quickly.

“Tell me what you did first,” Your girlfriend ruby bled, running a hand up and down your back in an attempt to lug you back to sleep. She knew that sleep was already a problem for you, but it combined with you being roomed separately meant that you got far too little of it.

“I just couldn’t help myself, I didn’t mean to snap it,” Emily mumbled out ashamedly.

“Snap it to who,” Lindsey asked, trying to keep her voice level, to prevent you from waking up.

“The whole team,” Emily said quietly. Your sleeping face pressed into her best friend had been too cute to resist. She was going to send it to Tobin and Press, because how could you let that go to waste.

“What’s going on?” You questioned, your eyes blinking open and meeting Lindsey’s blue ones. Her eyes softened.

“Shh baby, go back to sleep, Emily’s an idiot,” She whispered, running her fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp.

“Already knew that,” You cracked a smile.

“I take offense to that,” Emily huffed indignantly.

“Everyone’s going to know soon,” Lindsey placed a kiss into your hair. The two of you had been meaning to tell the team for months now. No, this is ant the way the two of you wanted to do it, but at least you didn’t have to hide anymore.

It was only a few minutes before the knocks began on the door, pulling you again from your sleep. Your nosey freaking teammates. You felt more like a zoo exhibit than a person sometimes.

It was only going to get worse now that they found out that the team's player had been convinced that a relationship was doable.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagine

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tsukkisbean · 4 years ago

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haikyuu nsfw alphabet series | tendō satori

please block #claras steamys if you don’t want to see this type of content!!

warnings: sexual themes, mentions of (unprotected) sex, voyuerism, bondage, edging, fem!reader

a/n: based on post time skip!! okay i don’t talk a lot about tendō so it was super fun to analyze him and bring my headcanons to life bc he’s definitely a hard hard dom!! this is also unedited pls excuse any unfinished sentences or mistakes

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i think tendō would be surprisingly big on aftercare. given how he acts in the bedroom (detailed later) he makes sure that you are well taken care of after a long session together. like he’ll grab some water and a towel and help you get cleaned up and comfortable. maybe in the morning he’ll have a super simple breakfast ready like a toast and coffee or tea or maybe even some chocolate depending on the time of day

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favourite body part of his is 100000% his fingers. his hands are large, fingers long and skinny and he absolutely loves the way they look shoved down into your pretty mouth, around your throat, or fingering your wet cunt.

he absolutely loves your mouth (detailed more below!!)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

so based on the above tendō loves when you’re sitting on your knees, waiting for him to cum in your mouth. there’s just something about the way you look with his cum painted all over your tongue. and it drives him especially crazy when you lick your lips to clean up the drops that are spilling down the corner of your mouth because you don’t want to waste a single drop

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

honestly? i don’t think he has any, mainly because he’s not afraid to be open with you. he strikes me as the type with absolutely no filter and so he’s going to tell you everything and anything on his mind whether it’s a random dirty thought or something new that he wants to try with you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i’m a little on the fence about this mainly because tendō has a personality that people need time to get used to and understand. so that being said, i don’t think he has a lot of experience, BUT he knows what he’s doing (from watching a lot of porn probably)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

you’re on your back, legs spread out wide, his hands wrapped around your ankles, holding your legs in the air while he fucks you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not goofy, but i wanna say he’s more playful. he likes to talk dirty, and say things he knows will make you embarrassed. loves the expression when you’re lost for words but also clearly turned on!!

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not groomed whatsoever like i cannot see him giving a crap about what he looks like down there

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

honestly i think he gets so into the whole sex aspect that he completely forgets about being romantic for the most part. he’ll do things like praise you, and maybe a kiss or two here or there but most of it will just be him focusing on fucking you and help you reach your high

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he knows that you know and you know that he knows, yet you don’t move from your spot hiding spot. you didn’t intend for this to happen; all you wanted was to surprise tendō by finally coming home early for once. you peer through the crack in the door, reveling at the way your boyfriend looked with his eyes shut, head thrown back, and those beautiful fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. it feels weird to be spying on your boyfriend, someone you were regularly intimate with, yet you can’t seem to tear your eyes away. you don’t realize, but your mouth hangs open, drool dribbling down your chin.

the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as your boyfriend’s voice cuts through the silence in the air, “are you going to just sit there like a dirty slut and me jack off or are you going to come suck my dick?”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

tendō enjoyed seeing the look of defeat on his opponents faces when he played volleyball and i think that translates into the bedroom. he’s the type that loves to see his partner struggle (i would say he’s pretty much a sadist) and so i can think of A LOT of things he’d be into but i’m going to just keep it to top 3.

1. bondage: loves to tie you up, your hands completely bound, eyes covered with a blindfold so you can’t move in any way. the power he feels just seeing you struggle, the way your face contorts in frustration because your arms are bound and your vision is temporarily taken away is immense

2. exhibitionism: absolutely LOVES the thrill of the two you possibly getting caught will having sex; the expression of the unsuspecting person.he gets especially excited at the way you clench around him because you’re nervous someone will spot you even though you’re okay with the exhibitionism

3. edging: favourite way to do this is first by eating you out. as soon as he feels your thighs about to quiver, he’ll pull away. next, he’ll pump his fingers in and out of your drenched cunt, fingers curling every so often. when he he feels you clench around his fingers, he’ll stop again. to top it off, he’ll fuck into you, slamming his hips against yours but at a painstakingly slow pace. loves the way you beg and cry for him to let you cum.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the balcony of your apartment!! checks off all his boxes. it’s accessible and there’s the possibility of getting caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

dirty talk!!! if you want to get him all riled, tell him all the things you want him to do. better yet, tell him all the things you want to do him and you guys will be in the bedroom in no time

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i can’t think of a single thing. i think tendō is one of the most open to experimenting when it comes to sex and he won’t really know he doesn’t like it until he actually tries it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

this might come as a surprise to some, but i think he prefers to oral. the man is skilled with his tongue. he loves the way you squirm in his grasp, needy for more, but refuses to give it to you just because it’s fun to him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough; he likes to build up the momentum and right when you’re about to cum he’ll stop. continues that pattern until you’re reduced to a blabbering mess

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not a fan because he prefers to draw out each time with you as long as he can. will only do it if he’s super desperate and he knows you guys can’t wait for the right moment

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

this man is down to do everything and anything that you want. he probably has a long list of things he wants to try with you and it grow every single day.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

can accomplish anything he puts his mind to so i would say his stamina is pretty high. he could probably go for at least 3 rounds, each lasting around 30-45 minutes (including foreplay)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

lots of different toys for the both of you to use on each other!!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

given his kinks tendō is the biggest tease but he’s not cruel; over time he’s learned your limits and will push you just until you’re a quivering, crying mess because he knows you can take it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not super loud, but he’s extremely vocal in the sense that he likes whispering dirty things and praises in your ear (with the occasional grunt or moan in-between) cause he knows it makes your skin crawl.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

at a time when the entire city should be asleep, there you stand on the balcony of your shared apartment with your boyfriend. one hand grasps the railing in front of you, the other presses firmly against your mouth. the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips merely ghosting against the nape of your neck is enough to send electric currents up your spine, “kitten, why are you so shy today?”

in one swift movement, both your arms are pinned against your back, your chest meeting the frosty glass of the balcony. his thrusts are long and deep, and with each one it becomes harder and harder to hold back your pathetic cries.

at a time when the entire city should be asleep, there you stand with your boyfriend for anyone to watch as they please.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

longer than average, average girth and a slight curve to the right

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

h i g h. mainly cause he randomly thinks of something new that he wants to try with you and can’t calm down until it happens

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

honestly he probably falls asleep while cuddling you almost instantly after you guys are done

#haikyuu smut #hq thirst #tendou smut #tendou x reader #tendou satori #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #clara click clacks #claras steamys

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arcadequeerz · 3 years ago

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My sona IS JUST a weird, creacher.

I am just spitballing design ideas for them here but:

They are a weird, plant monster who speaks with bits and parts of song lyrics. And other random musical sounds(like instrument noises or distorted vocals n noises.)

Their head is like, a marimo that is very fluffy and has- curly tendrils coming off the top and back of their head. Looks like Zhe has a head of short, curly hair. The tendrils can be moved, and shift and uncurled, n zie can pick things up in em if toon wants.

Toon has a sort of? Muzzle to their face- vaguely rabbit like? Toons mouth is not visible unless its opened. Mouth full of very teeth and fangs, and has a longish tongue tht is melty n forked. Teeth glow white in the dark! Bun has like, several eyes on buns face- the amount of eyes kind of changes every time people see them, n isn’t consistent. Eyes sort of shift around on his face too. Eyes are varying shades of Magenta n Purple with star shaped pupils. Sort of looks like they have facial hair??? Like the moss along their chin is kind of longer, and darker, and makes it look like they have facial hair/a beard.

They have two longish ‘furred’ ears on either side of his head- towards the ends the moss on them turns black. Towards the ends of the tendrils on zhes head they turn a lighter shade of green.

Head isn’t attached to a neck, just sort of floats between their shoulders.

Body is human like- in the sense it isn’t really covered in moss, instead is covered in smooth- black material. But they have thick, soft moss that is on their: shoulders, down the back of their neck and along their spine, down their arms, n go down their chest to their stomach. Fur along his spine trails down a thin, long tail that ends in a fluffy curl of fur/moss.

Hands have short, sharp claws on the ends of each finger. Lil below the knee is more of the mossy fur, and their legs/feet r kind of rabbit like? Rabbit paws but have sharp claws.

Body Wise?? Fat, Not flat chested and is short! is 5′2. I rly suck at describing body types but aka my body type.

Again they wear: the wackiest patterned clothing, and bright colors. Kinda moves like a toon- exaggerated movements and gestures, Is really quite expressive even if they’re mouth isn’t visible when it isn’t open! Glitches sometimes, where its like they stutter and move like a glitched npc. Things around them will kind of glitch and be distorted when this happens. Voice sort of messes up too when this happens.

This is all I got. funfact this is reusing some old design stuff from a v old sona of mine.

#Cade.Txts #my sona is a creacher. i have no idea how to write them speaking. but enjoy.

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heuristicallyinclined · 4 years ago

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Of Disks Lost and Cullings Interrupted

5.1k | Rating T for referenced gore and language

Summary: An unfortunate encounter somehow manages to not go quite as bad as it should have.

This is one of the self-indulgent drabbles I wrote last year for me and @theartisticapparition’s fantrolls meeting for the first time and how much of an absolute mess it would be. Enjoy.

It has three fucking months since you ordered that hexagonal disk and you still don't have a shipping notification for it.

You stare at the screen of your palm husk. It’s a single point of brightness in the store room you slipped off to while some other ship was docking. For supplies or inspection, you don’t know and you don’t care. All you care about it the fact that no one is going to notice a single rusty slipping away for all of two minutes to fuck around on a personal device and see if maybe something went to spam. Which you are looking at now. And apparently set to delete messages after thirty nights, so if it did go to spam, it was long gone now.

“Sh!t,” you quietly exhale.

It’s objectively not even a good movie, just something dumb and cheesy that you can use to break up an evening. But it's no longer even about that. You just want the garbage that you ordered because you fucking ordered it and paid for it using some of your very limited funds. Grunt work means grunt pay and you have to at least be olive to even be allowed to complain in the first place, so your bronze ass just isn't going to cut it.

It doesn't make sense for you to not have gotten anything. Like at least a, "sorry king, your package is delayed," thing should have happened. You work in this shit, you receive and ship and log and deliver until your pan feels numb and it’s just your body moving through the motions. You have been mentally trying to work out how to even fuck up bad enough that this kind of delay would even happen because even for a rusty, who expects very little, this is still a bit much. You’re drawing a complete blank.

The movement of a shadow catches your eye, snapping you out of your thoughts. It slowly shortens from its exaggerated length to a more proportional one as the figure draws closer, straight towards you. You don’t recognize the silhouette’s lean frame, horns or hair which seemingly fanned out to symmetrical points. You definitely didn’t hear them enter or move through the storage bay.

Swallowing, you turn.

You see his color before you notice anything else about him. Your blood runs cold as you immediately straighten to attention.

Violet.

Seeing sea dwellers through screens and on posters did not prepare you for the real thing. You had never seen one in person before and definitely had never had one slowly making his way closer to you. Everything about him was sharp. His fins, his claws, his teeth, they all came to a clearly defined point. His grin was especially sharp. Almost sharp enough to distract you from whatever the hell his spear thingy that he casually held over his shoulder like it weighed nothing was.

“S!r.” You address him, bowing your head slightly. “!s there anyth!ng ! can do for you?”

His smile widens when you acknowledge him. His golden bracelets jingle lightly against each other as he brings a hand to his chin, seeming to genuinely consider your question.

Oh goddamn it. This is going to take longer than two minutes.

“) is there anyfin you can do for me? (,” he repeats coolly. He pensively looks off to the side as he continues to move towards you. ") oh I don't know. i just wanted to sea what was back here ("

He walks just behind you and you stiffen. You can feel his eyes lingering on you.

"!t's mostly crates here s!r. Noth!ng too !nterest!ng"

Faster than you can register it, the hand not gripping his weapon quickly grabs your shoulder, turning you to face him. The points of his manicured claws dig into you. You keep your balance as best you can, but stumble a bit.

”) now, now. you're here too (,” he smiles at you cloyingly.

And just like that, he corrects your stance, getting way too into your personal space in the process. His grin remains shallow and doesn’t meet his eyes. It just isn't warm enough to distract from how cold his touch leaves you and in that moment, you have a realization.

So, you’re probably fucked.

He holds you for longer than is comfortable in what you’re guessing is a touchy little power play, before continuing to move past you, looking up and down the racks that surrounded you two. They were nearly as high as the ceilings and he was doing a pretty decent job of acting like he actually gives a shit about what's on the shelves. He moves by each of them methodically, occasionally picking something up like he was shopping before putting each back neatly into its place.

At least the crew coming in after to replace you isn’t going to have to reorganize anything after washing you off of the walls.

He keeps going and you know he doesn’t genuinely care about whatever soaps and meal packets are back here. You don’t either, not really. He isn't even going through the whole store room, just the area around you. It is almost like he i-.

Oh.

He’s circling you.

Is this a fish joke? You feel like this is a fish joke he’s making for himself. Or is he just adding another layer to his touchy murder dude bit?

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts before you can really try to work out what his angle on this is. You really hope he didn’t notice you starting to zone out there for a bit.

“) it all just seems rather dull (,” he draws listlessly.

“Wh!ch part?”

He glances back at you. His smile begins to falter.

“Wh!ch part s!r?” You correct quickly.

He chuckles and turns his body to face you.

“) the whole thing (” He gestures away from himself, at your general surroundings. “) i mean here you are, trapped on a run down ship, doing menial tasks for the rest of your unfortunate life. truly, i don’t know how you can stand to be here. i mean, I’d rather die than work in a place like this (,” he looks at you intensely, his pupils seemed much more narrow now that they were completely focused on you. “) what about you? (”

Ah. Yeah. You see what he did there, but he isn’t exactly providing you with any revelations about your life and you don’t exactly think boredom is what’s going to cull you.

“! see !t more l!ke a flavor d!sk.”

Your response stops him and he looks at you strangely.

“Even when !ts bad !ts good," you elaborate.

His gaze becomes harsher for a moment, and then it’s gone.

“) that is a rather crude way of looking at it, i seappose(.”

Alright. No mentally stable person seriously uses the word “suppose” out loud. You wonder how you’re inevitably going to beef it. The spear thing would be involved. It would be really fucking weird if he carried it here just to not use it, but he seems extra enough that you would not put him bringing a long a prop past him.

He notices you looking at it and smirks at you.

") so (,” he recovers and ambles towards you, focusing his full attention on you again. His weapon no longer was resting against his shoulder. He held it against the ground and casually leaned against it like it wasn’t one of the most threatening tools of questionable identity and mass murder you had ever seen. “) what are you doing back here with all of these very uninteresting crates? (”

“! just thought ! forgot someth!ng !n here and stopped by to check. S!r”

“) without telling anyone? (”

“Yes, s!r.”

He chuckles, all too pleased, “) whale, that was a poor decision on your part. there is just so much here that if anything happened to you (,” he lowers his voice, like he was graciously letting you in on a joke, “) who knows how long it would take anyone to find out (.”

A beat of silences passes. You swallow, You know he feels the tension. He looks too excited not to.

“!, uh, maybe should have told someone ! where ! was go!ng !n case someth!ng happened.”

“) i agree (.” He straightens and picks up his weapon, spinning it with ease before he points it at you and slowly starts to bring the to your neck. “) unfortunately for you (,” he starts, “) no one knows you're here (.”

Even as you move your arms, he makes no move to stop you. He grins wider, more manic, looking excited at the idea of you actually trying to fight back.

Ha.

Sucks to be him because there is no fucking way that the last thing you do before you get culled is putting in some more effort to make this more enjoyable for the extra dude culling you.

Because if this guy's going to cull you, you're at least going to be the one making a request and try to have some fun here while you can. Because what is he going to do about it? You’re getting culled anyways, might as well, right?

The ridiculousness of it all makes you grin as you shrug at him. "Well, sh!t. Alr!ght."

This acceptance gives him pause as he tilts his head slightly, considering you. A crease forms between his brows and he tightens his grip on his weapon. ") w-"

You cut him off. You’re going to die so you think you get to be rude. Him being mad about it won’t really be your problem for long anyways.

"Can ! d!e !n a cool way though?"

") i-" he starts to lower his weapon, which you now think is a harpoon. Maybe? You don't know man. You don’t know anything about fish shit and you’re understanding less by the second.

You continue looking at him with the same resigned optimism that carried you through most of the bullshit you did. It got you this far. Which, granted, is probably getting culled by a bored sea dweller, but there are probably worse ways to go.

") wait (,” he says.

"Yeah?"

It isn't exactly like you're going anywhere. You know what to do with fear, being a rusty, you learn that shit real quick. But the look he is giving you now just makes you uncomfortable.

"What's up my guy?"

") aren't you going to fight back or somefin? ("

"Uh." You glance around the room full of mostly crates and his eyes follow yours as you search before you focus back on him, confused. "L!ke w!th a weapon?"

") yes? (" His smile tightens, seeming incredulous that you even asked.

"Why would anyone g!ve me a weapon? ! mean, there m!ght be a broom somewhere. Actually wa!t, ! th!nk that got broken last w!pe. !t wasn't even me th!s t!me," you add with a side smile.

He doesn't seem to know how to respond. Neither do you, so you do what you normally do when you don't know how to react.

You keep talking.

"! did troll karate for a l!ttle b!t when ! was f!ve, but !t was k!nda lame so ! stopped going. Does that uh,” you hazard, “w!ll that work for th!s?"

") no (." He narrows his eyes at you. ") plus, I know fish judo(."

Your jaw drops.

"What the fuck. F!sh judo !s real?"

") of course fish judo is reel (." He quickly spits, looking offended by your ignorance. ") do land dwellers just think that you can fight the same way underwater? ("

"! mean !'ve l!terally never thought about !t."

") i'm not surfrised ( ."

"Okay, but ! feel l!ke !f a land dweller !s !n a pos!t!on where they need to know f!sh judo, !t means they're going to lose at f!sh judo."

") i mean, i guess? (," he replies, baffled before quickly refocusing on you again. His sharp thing is pointed back at your throat as he slips back into his previous cool demeanor.

“) you do reelize the danger you’re in right? (”

Your eyes dart down to his weapon and then at him, now being the one confused.

“Um, yeah?”

Was the whole mood he had going on not an intentional thing on his part?

He stares at you. So you go on, listing things on your fingers as you go, trying not to focus on his questionable object with definite pointiness.

“So you got the whole class!c stalk and lurk th!ng so you could follow me somewhere ! would be alone where no one can hear me scream. !t’s pretty standard,” you emphasize.

You can’t read his expression.

“There was the whole slow dramat!c enter, nefar!ous d!alogue, and, uh," you glance down, "harpoon?”

“) harpoon (,” he repeats.

“That’s what ! thought !t was, but ! felt !t would be we!rd to ask.”

His mouth opens slightly and his fins flare out more, now openly seething.

“) do you know what i could do to you? ("

A lull drags on.

"Et!vor."

") what (."

"My name !s Et!vor." You continue, "! thought you were draw!ng out the you th!ng because !t's l!ke. We are a good b!t into th!s whole th!ng and !t's kinda awkward to ask for names now, so ! am just, you know, putt!ng !t out there."

He blinks. "I don't give a fuck about your name Etivor."

He still used it though.

Taking a very deep breath, he resumes. “) i am going to take immense pleasure in cutting your tongue out and slowly flaying you alive (”

He moves closer to you, slowly, predatory, circling you again. One of his icy hands brushes by your arm in a mockery of comfort as he continues to muse more to himself than you.

“) maybe I’ll slice off each of your joints, starting at the ends and slowly work my way to eventually gutting you. perhaps I’ll simply behead you. although, i think you’ve said enough to have earned far worse, don’t you think? (”

His face being this close to you is definitely starting to put you on edge more than what he is saying. But what’s really bothering you most of all is that one of those sounds a bit too familiar.

“Wa!t. That second on-”

“) you don’t get to fucking choose which one,” he hisses at you as his claws start to dig in to you.

“! wasn’t done. Damn.”

You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t just stabbed you from sheer frustration. It’s kinda funny. It would be way more funny if he wasn't going to cull you though, but you’ll take what you can get.

“!sn’t that second one from that one comedy with troll Tob!hn Bhelle?”

“) you’ve sean that? (” He raises his brows. “) no. i added a little twist with the gutting at the end instead of letting them bleed out (.” Almost hesitantly he asks, “) did you like it? because i thought they were trying too hard where they ha-.”

He catches himself and raises his weapon at you again, “) STOP. This is NOT what is taking place right now (.”

You narrow your eyes. He's the one who kept talking.

“Then !t !s from that mov!e. You can’t just say, no !t’s not and then be l!ke,” you motion with your hands, “but w!th a tw!st! You l!fted !t.”

He bemusedly stares at you.

“) are you purposefully trying to infuriate me? was your egg dropped? do you not understand what happens when you piss off royalty? (” He snidely adds, “) i am going to get so much satisfaction out of flaying you (.”

He is literally the one holding the weapon, and holding you hostage, and also did physically hold you a few times. What the fuck does he think you’re trying to get out of this?

“! have never purposefully done anyth!ng !n my ent!re l!fe dude. ! am not about to start mak!ng an effort just when !’m about to get culled,” you respond, surprisingly defensively.

Wait, this has gotten off of the fucking rails and you don’t know where you guys actually stand.

“You are going to cull me r!ght?”

“) well, uh. yeah (.” He’s tense and glances around the room, taken off guard by your question.

"Cool." You nod at him. Worth a try you guess.

His harpoon is less looking like a weapon to be used against you and more like a barrier to keep you away from him. Silence again draws on and he stares at you expectantly. You glance around. His frown gets deeper and he looks more frustrated as time goes on. You have no idea what he is waiting for.

You never thought being culled would be this fucking awkward. Guess the torture’s already started.

") aren't you going to plead for your life? (" he demands, bringing his harpoon closer as he does so.

You’ve never been great on the spot. You try to muster something decent up.

“Uh, don’t cull me?” You said it as lamely as you felt.

He looks at you blankly. “) are you getting off on this? (”

“Dude. No. Gross.” Your face twists. “!t’s just like. !’ve never pleaded for my l!fe before. !t !sn’t sh!t you really get to pract!ce and ! feel l!ke !t won’t actually matter since !’m getting culled anyways. So. Yeah.” You slowly nod to yourself before looking up at him.

He is still waiting. Goddamn it. You sigh.

“No. Please don’t cull me. !’ll do anyth!ng.”

While that covers all your bases, it came out a lot drier than you thought but you’re too over this shit to feel any kind of way about it.

"!s there any chance plead!ng would even work?"

His disappointment was broken by a sharp laugh, ") of course not (."

“Then what do you even want from me?” you ask, getting kinda exasperated at his apparent high standards and prereqs for the randos he culls. Like it is one thing to play some kind of sadistic game with your prey, that’s normal, whatever, but it is a whole other thing to get weird about them not being good at it.

"Why ask unless y-. Oh." Your face falls as you get bitch slapped with the realization of what is really happening here. "Oh fuck."

You step back.

Your fear has apparently slam dunked him right back in his comfort zone because his grin is back full throttle and wider and sharper than ever like he was making up for lost time. ") you finally understand the weight of the seatuation you're in? ("

He slinks towards you and you feel the edge of the blade graze your neck.

"Yep," avoid his gaze and swallow.

You were going to get culled in the weirdest way possible.

“) and what is that? (,” he asks lowly, getting right the fuck back into your personal space. His smile almost splits his face and you want to crawl out of your skin.

"Th!s !s l!ke. A th!ng. W!th you."

He lowers his harpoon again, looking completely done. “) what the fuck is THAT supposed to mean? (” You half expect him to throw it across the room or through your torso.

You can’t stop yourself from speaking now that you're actually nervous and stressed and he is yelling and also way too close to your person and his harpoon isn’t doing either of you any favors.

“You had the whole k!nda fl!rty touchy th!ng going on and then you got really p!ssy when ! d!dn’t f!ght back. And you also got super d!sappo!nted w!th my sh!tty plead!ng l!ke you were really look!ng forward to !t or someth!ng.”

“) i’m disappointed because this is the least satisfying cull of my life! (,” he hisses.

You visibly cringe at the word “satisfying” and take another step back from him. There is some fear there but mostly you’re just really fucking uncomfortable. Troll Jesus Christ this dude is into some shit and you are not playing into it.

He also takes a step back too, now into a defensive stance. ") what? it doesn't look like that! ("

You suck in air in through your teeth and are looking anywhere but at him as you reply, "!t k!nda looks l!ke that."

") oh my cod ("

He just slumps down, his harpoon clattering in front of him. His mouth is in a straight line and his head rests between his hands. You stand there, unsure for a moment, before slowly lowering yourself a decent distance away from him. You honestly thought that getting culled would be less uncomfortable than it was being here while he has whatever the fuck it is he has going on going on or at least uncomfortable in a different way.

You continue trying to avoid looking at him. It’s kinda expected that a highblood was going to cull you at some point. That was just how it tended to go for rusties, but you could not have guessed this, and now just kinda want to get this whole getting murdered thing over with.

You try to give him a moment, glancing around the room, mentally taking inventory of everything there twice. The awkward silence is weighty and the longer it stretches on, the worse you are feeling about this whole fucking ordeal.

“Would cull!ng me help you uh, not be l!ke th!s?”

He gives you a dirty look.

You sigh, "!t's not l!ke anyone gets to th!nk that for long, !f !t helps.”

“) if it helps? ( ” He spat each word, getting louder as he went on. He whipped his head at you, indignantly, “) this is your fault! ("

"What?"

") getting culled is so fucking basic. how did you fuck that up? ("

You stare at him, trying to figure out how the fuck to even respond.

Slowly, in what might be one of the last things you do in your existence, you serve this royal what you are assuming is the stalest tea of his life in the form of the lukewarm take, “you know, be!ng bad at dy!ng !s a good th!ng actually.”

These are real words. These are real words that you are saying to the guy who was leaning way too hard into the thirsty part of bloodthirsty.

You continue. "L!ke you don’t get to pract!ce th!s. ! mean, do ! look l!ke someone who has been culled before? Because ! haven’t. Have you?" You add.

He looks like he is about to have a conniption or the sea dweller equivalent. Can sea dwellers have conniptions? Because this guy is about to have a big one.

") you did not just seariously just ask me if i've ever been culled before. that is the dumbest question anyone has ever asked me! (," he practically shrieks.

"Well you're acting like ! should just know th!s sh!t. We have the exact same amount of exper!ence gett!ng culled!"

“) whale i’ve never encountered any TROLL who is so miserable that they just accept getting culled from the fucking get go (.”

“!’m not m!serable! !’m real!st!c! ! don’t have a weapon, ! can’t fight for sh!t, f!sh judo !s apparently fuck!ng real, and plead!ng does noth!ng. !’m gonna end up at the same place no matter what ! do so why drag !t out? L!ke, come on.”

You slump against the wall, exhausted from this whole interaction. “!t wasn’t great, but ! don’t see much of a po!nt !n gett!ng so worked up about sh!t ! can’t control. ! just wanted to go out !n a cool way s!nce noth!ng ever fuck!ng happens here. The reason ! was even back here !n the f!rst place was to see !f ! had an update on a stup!d hexagonal d!sk ! ordered three months ago. But that sh!t !s apparently !n the vo!d," you gripe.

You pull out your palm husk and check again. Jack shit. You groan.

You’re surprised to hear him chuckle.

“) sucks to be you (.”

“Yeah." You shake your head. "And then a few seconds after ! found out, some guy showed up to cull me.”

He actually laughs. This is so fucking ridiculous so maybe that’s why you are too.

“) it’s a lot more fun to be doing the culling (.” He eyes you again and you don’t want to crawl out of your flesh this time, and you feel like that’s a real development here. “) you seam like you’d lose a fight (.”

An accurate assessment.

“Yeah. Troll karate didn’t do sh!t for me.” A beat passes. “Drones actually burnt !t down l!ke two w!pes after ! qu!t.”

He snickers and a moment passes.

“) one month for a disk? that is fucking bullshit (.”

“Three.”

“) fuck (," he raises his brows. Moderate inconvenience seems to repulse him more than anything you've said tonight. ") that sucks, i get my shit next night with cullazon prime (.”

"N!ce. !'d probably try that if ! had more than twenty seven whole caegars."

Broke bitch disorder also seems to do it for him in the humor department and the two of you continue chilling in silence. Less uncomfortable this time. You almost feel bad for thinking he was a sadistic creep.

He breaks the silence. “) give me your palm husk (."

“What?”

“) i don’t repeat myself (," he replies tersely, holding his hand out to you.

What the hell.

You type your code in and pass it to him. He glances at the massive crack on the center of your screen with disgust. He looks at you and shakes his head before he starts typing.

He didn't ask, but still, you answer. “! cracked !t do!ng a k!ckfl!p on a doll!e.”

He doesn't look up. ") you can't do a kickflip on a dollie (."

"Not w!thout a cost."

He spares you a side glance. ") why the fuck would you even do that? ("

"Because !t !s bor!ng as sh!t out here and there !s much better to do !n the ma!lblock."

He hums noncommittally.

"Were you just spaced?"

") and what if I was?(," he asks, a touch defensive.

"Noth!ng. ! was just wonder!ng !f !t sucks th!s bad at your level too?"

") of course not (," he snaps. ") do you genuinely believe anyone could be doing worse than you? ("

"Well yeah." You tap your sign. "But not by much."

He huffs and rolls his eyes before he looks out for a moment.

") i'm abshellutely krilling it out here (,” he states resolutely before continuing, “) but taking orders is a reel pain (.”

He sullenly joins you in leaning back against the wall.

Damn, This might just be the first time he's ever had anyone above him. Well, above him and specifically giving him orders you mean, judging by the way he is basically pouting over it. Everyone loses agency when they ascend. Guess it just sucks more when you have more to lose, not that you’d really know.

"!t doesn’t get better, but you do get used to !t," you say, not looking at him.

He glances at you, frowning deeper before exhaling.

You keep not looking at him when you ask, "So. Are you go!ng to cull me?"

") no. there is no salvaging that. you completely ruined it (." He replies bitterly while returning your palm husk.

The cullazon app has been downloaded and opened to an account page. You raise an eyebrow at him.

He announces, “) okay etivor, i shared my cullazon prime with you. you’re still going to be a sorry excuse for a troll, but you might get enough out of it that culling you acshelly becomes entertaining (.”

This is a joke. This has to be a joke.

“Thanks, but there !s l!terally no way for me to pay you back for anyth!ng ! buy on th!s.”

“) do i look like i need your fucking charity? (” he sneers.

He is actually serious about this. He looks too pissed not to be.

“Nope, you’re way too bl!nged out for that,” you grin. This dude is wild. “What’s your number?”

He looks at you suspiciously.

“!s th!s really where you’re gonna draw the l!ne? You gave me access to your Cullazon, but won’t g!ve me your number? Ser!ously?”

He doesn’t ask this time. He just swipes it out of your hands.

“) i am ievahn mordax, probably the best thing that has and will ever grace your miserable fucking life and i will brutally cull you if you mention any of this ever happened to anyone (.”

He hands it back, but still holds onto it. “) i’ve made myself clear? (”

“Yeah,” you nod and he finally lets go. This is way better than a shipping notification.

Oh.

You check the time.

"Fuck!" You leap to your feet and he quickly grabs his harpoon.

") what? (" he shouts.

"! was supposed to be here for l!ke a m!nute to check on the d!sk." You look at your palm husk again. It has been way more than a minute and you have the feeling someone definitely noticed by now. You completely forgot about having some work work to do considering you thought you were going to die. "Sh!t." You look at him again. "Do you have anywhere to be?"

") what? (" He squints.

“! mean you just had some free t!me and you seem bored and apparently don’t believe ! can do a k!ckfl!p on a doll!e. ! have to defend my good name. You get !t.”

“) what good name? (” he snickers. “) and if i did, why the fuck would i want to spend anymore time with you? (”

“Because you can’t make fun of my Cullazon orders !f my boss culls me for tard!ness. You be!ng around means she can’t say sh!t.”

He seems to consider, “) a compelling argument. and i do get to watch you maim yourself in the dumbest way possible which is a definite bonus (.”

You grin as you start walking. “Or have your pan be blown when you see what trollk!nd can really do when there is l!terally noth!ng else to do. !’m push!ng l!m!ts here !evahn.”

“) you’re pushing your luck (.” He leans his harpoon against himself as he follows.

“Maybe.” Quickly, you face him and add. “But ser!ously, be cool. !f my boss f!nds out about any of th!s, she w!ll absolutely cull me.”

“) she can’t cull you (,” he huffs. “) i already called dibs on that (.”

You grin returns.

“Damn. !’ll let her know.”

#Homestuck #Hiveswap #Fantrolls #Ievahn Mordax #Etivor Petris #My writing #Do you ever just get someone thrown so off guard and uncomfortable that they don't cull you?#Ievahn has his whole villain persona up and Eti's generic lowblood one goes out the window when he feels there's not much to lose #It just goes so off the rails that there isn't really much of a social script to stick to or much familiar territory here #Basically an unstoppable force meets an extremely strange object #Anyways they chill out over time and form a weird friendship to moiraillegence because they're a similar kind of stupid #They just happen to be on opposite ends of the spectrum

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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Video calls and confessions

Part 2

Rated Explicit (18+)

Got around to that part teo for this one shot.

Hellboy/Cam!Girl

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The world going to shit wasn’t exactly how’d you planned out your Friday afternoon. This morning you had woken up with enthusiasm and a desire to treat yourself.

You’d gone out to the city, had your nails done, grabbed an obscenely priced coffee and on your way had stumbled on a museum.

A little culture never hurt nobody.

For Christ sake it was a free entry day too.

So why then, as you admired priceless art and sculptures had literal hell descended upon the evening?

Creatures. Actual monsters. The screams of the public deafening.

That had happened about half an hour ago. In your haste you had thanked you fight or flight mode to quick into flight. The shaking in your body had cause you to run into one of the exhibit rooms most cluttered with random ‘junk’ whatever this art installation had gone for it was surely not for somebody to duck behind for safety.

You checked your phone. The news was reporting the attack of the art museum. Authorities had been sent as well as the B.P.R.D...

That made you pause and clutch your phone.

If the bureau was on its way then that meant Hellboy was too.

The very notion of possibly seeing him in the flesh made your heart skip a few beats. The two of you had been communicating on and off for a while now since the private shows had started. You knew mixing work and pleasure wasn’t smart but fuck, you had it bad for this guy.

There was a sense of relief washing over you. He’d be here, he’d take care of this mess. Maybe you’d finally see him and not through a computer screen. You knew things had escalated with him although neither of you had really properly addressed it.

“Please whatever is up there, if I survive this I’m fucking telling him I’m in love with him” You whispered to yourself. This possibly couldn’t be your last day on earth.

Something screeching and something akin to a human scream startled you. You hugged your knees closer and tried not to breath loudly. Gunshots and more screams could be heard.

Then something came crashing into the installation where you were hiding. Your scream was imposible to hold in. The creature was screeching so loudly, a sound that left your ears ringing.

Adrenaline made you run out as fast as you humanly could. You heard the great strides it took to catch up to you. This was it wasn’t it? You were gonna die?

Your legs kept pushing you forward even as your muscles burned with pain. Your eyes hurt from crying and your throat felt like it was sandpaper. Something like a claw reaching for your hair made you close your eyes. There was no way you wanted to see how this ended for you.

Two shots.

Loud and so very clear, the sound coming out of left field made you trip and fall. The screening fortunately had stopped.

“Miss?! You’re safe! Hey! You gotta get out of here now!” That voice you knew all to well. You looked up and saw red and a stone hand.

“R-red...” Your voice was small, a sob catching in your throat.

“Y/N!?” He was shocked, eyes wide as he knelt in front of you.

You weren’t sure how your body moved or if he moved you but somehow you’d ended up with your arms around him sobbing into his neck. Hellboy held you tightly, whispering that you were safe, an array of cusses slipped out as he breathed heavily.

The knowledge that you were here, if he’d been a millisecond too late, all crashed down on him as he picked you up and carried you to safety.

You could’ve died, was all that ran through his head.

You’re alive, was all that ran through yours.

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One helicopter ride, a medical exam and a shower later you found yourself at the home base of the B.P.R.D. A nice young woman by the name of Alice had loaned you some clothes and had taken you to Hellboy’s room to wait. A debriefing was happening and all you could do was sit tight.

You resolved to canceling all your cam shows for the week stating you had fallen terribly ill. There was no way you could work, your hands were still shaking as you typed out the post and notified your one on one shows. It felt like hours as you sat on the couch, you had looked around at his room, seeing and array of personal items that made up his personality.

Such a big part of you often dreamt about this but your nerves had you glued to your spot.

The door opened and Hellboy came barreling in like a tornado. You flinched and bit too hard on your already chewed off nail, so much for that manicure.

“I’m so sorry, I wanted to leave that stupid meeting but it’s fucking mandatory because Daimio thinks it’s necessary, asshole that guy I tell ya-“ He took in your state, the still slight tremble in your hands, the few scrapes here and there. You looked small and scared and it absolutely destroyed him.

In his silence he made his way towards the coffee table and sat in front of you. “You know I often fantasized what it be like to see you in the flesh, this wasn’t how it usually went I promise” He smiled and for the first time in this piss filled day, so did you.

“How would it go?” You asked softly.

“Some mood light, a little wine maybe some music” The two of you chuckled. Your chuckles quickly dissolved in you trying to hold back your tears.

You were almost killed tonight, the shock would take some time to subside. “Hey hey kid, it’s ok, I’ve got you. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you on my watch” Hellboy’s flesh hand rested on your knees.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder. “...When I read you guys were sent out, I really got excited that I’d finally see you” You felt his flesh hand stroke your hair.

“I’m in love with you” You blurted out, his hand going to still. “I said, if I’m making it out of this alive I’m telling him, so I’m telling you...” You looked up at him, e/c meeting his golden ones.

“I-Im not dancing around this no more, I’m tired of pretending that what’s been going on isn’t just some work thing that I do, fuck, I love you I really do and I think you do too” Your mouth want dry again, the scratchy sensation making you swallow.

Hellboy searched out your eyes, something in his head was going a mile a minute. Was he searching for a lie? Something disingenuous?

That all died when he lunged forward and kissed you.

A kiss that truly and utterly left no worry.

You were kissing Hellboy. You were gripping Hellboy by the scruff of his shirt. The way his lips molded against yours, the abnormal warmth to them, the softness to them, the roughness of his scruff.

Pulling back for air felt obligated but he’d insisted by pressing the stumps of his horns against your forehead. “Wow...that’s...so much better than I could’ve imagined” He was star struck in a way and it honest to god made you laugh.

The days events took a back seat for now you wanted to take in the being before you. You scanned everything you normally did while on cam with him. Your hands explored his face, running across scars and hair.

Then you remembered what lay to his right and your heart raced.

You gripped his stone hand, fascinated by the texture of stone, how he held your hand with so much regard to his strength. The patterns, the markings everything has you entranced.

“Extraordinary” Was all you could muster as you rubbed on what would be the inside f his wrist. “I’m sorry, is this weirding you out?” You looked at Hellboy only to find him grinning. “Having a beautiful girl touch me? Yes it’s completely weirding me out” He mocked and you couldn’t help but playfully shove him.

“God I need a beer, can we...?” He was leaning over toward the mini fridge next to the couch and pulling said drinks out. “Read my mind, beautiful” He offered one towards you.

This morning you were going about a normal routine, and now after a near death experience you were in the room of a man you had been falling in love with for months. The twist and turns of life.

Around round 3 you’d excused yourself to use the bathroom. As you washed your hands and saw your normal pristine face a little worn down from the stressful events you frowned.

But there you stood in Hellboy’s bathroom. Surrounded by things all him. The tips of your fingers ran through a brush of his. This was a reality right now.

You stepped out and caught him shrugging off his coat. Busying your thumbnail again at your teeth you watched his now visible arms flex with the movements.

“All good?” He smiled leaning against the dresser.

There was a pregnant pause in which the two of you merely just ogled one another from across the bed.

You moved first.

You walked over the bed and stood on it, you reached out a hand that he took without hesitation and with the extra height from the bed you met in a heated kiss face to face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, you felt his around your hips.

In a wordless haste you yanked at his black T-shirt and busied yourself with taking off yours. He watched mesmerized, as always, the revealing of your skin.

The image before you though, god you wanted to scream.

Hellboy undoing his belt and swiftly yanking the whole thing out of the belt loops without breaking eye contact. Off were your pants, and on was him as he took you down on the bed.

It was a haze, breathless kisses and chants of desire. He one handed the button of your jeans and his own. The brief separation to take the offending items off had the two of you giggling almost. In record time he was back on you and you welcomed it with a ferocity to your kisses. Tongue slipping into his mouth, you swallowed a groan of his that vibrated all the way to your cunt.

He was here, you were here. Physically.

You grinned as he trailed kisses over both your covered breast. “Take-fuck-take it off please, now right now” You felt the air leave your lungs when he simply broke the bra in half and met his reward, two beautifully round breasts he had craved more than any meal. Hellboy pressed his face between them and inhaled before leaving a series of bites and marks. Each time he bit down your raised your hips in search of friction.

The heaviness in the air, the warmth of him lapping and sucking at your breast. The heated tongue wrapping around a nipple. Hellboy devoured you, and if your breast had him like this...

“Baby please, wanna touch you too” Your hands ran down his back, sharp nails leaving a path. Hellboy shuddered as he left a nipple with a loud pop. “Go on, I’m all yours” That very comment sent a gush of heat and you bit your lip to hold a moan in.

You nudged him to lay on his back and you climbed on top of him. Hands running over your body, the feeling of that stone hand gently cupping your rear was enough to make you grind down on him with purpose.

“I promised you something every time we spoke, you remember what that was?” You rubbed yourself on him as you began to trail down his body. Hellboy’s eyes were fogged with lust. “Oh, you remember” You kissed his stomach, nails scratching his sides before hooking into the waistband of his underwear.

He was going to have a stroke.

Hellboy watched you slide his underwear down. Eyes hungry and mouth engulfing his cock. He bucked up without meaning to but you caught most of the onslaught by closing up your throat. A minor choke and you were back on track.

Fuck he was big and thick, you did your best swallowing as much as possible before settling the rest with your hand to jerk. The gut punched groan that left him egging you on. He saw your head bob, the way your lips stretched around his length, the blissed out look as you sucked earnestly. “Shit shit, you look beautiful” Hellboy reached a left hand across your cheek.

Letting him go with a breathy inhale, spit on your chin you jerked him lazily.

He was putting this look away for a rainy day. You had no right looking so utterly debauched and perfect.

“C’mere and kiss me, beautiful” Hellboy whispered softly and you obeyed crawling on him to meet him in a sensual slow lip lock.

Underwear gone, or more so also ripped apart. You were now on top of him about to guide his cock into your drenched hole. The initial burn was actually delicious, that breach between pain and pleasure sending a delightful shock through your body. Once fully seated on him you reveled in stretch and burn. “God this is, fuck I-“ You moaned as you tested with a sway of your hips, he was hitting your spot perfectly. You rested your hands on his chest and he gripped your waist.

Hellboy was gone, the sight of you riding him, lost in your pleasure caused by him nevertheless. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever see. Lost to it all you fell forwards, burying your face in his neck. Your impending release had you stuttering your hips. “I got you baby, I got you” He muttered against your ear. You moaned as he held you, hips pistoning upwards to drive that orgasm out of you.

It crashed something fierce, running all over your body and coming out as a scream against his neck. You felt limp as a noodle but held onto him as he fucked his way through yours. When he came he yanked another orgasm out of you along with his.

The two of you laid there, a mess of limbs clutching at each other. Hearts racing, lungs trying to catch up.

Exhaustion won. You fell a sleep on Hellboy, still inside of you, his mouth against your temple.

There was no turning back now.

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multific · 5 years ago

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Bond

Geralt x Reader

Warning: Smut (quite vanilla)

Summary: There’s a special bond between Y/N and Geralt.

“That was so reckless Y/N!”

“Yeah! But I saved the boy!”

“But you nearly died and then I’d be dead too!”

“Oh, so that’s what you are afraid of!”

“I’m not afraid of death! I just do not wish to die because of your reckless actions!”

“It’s not like I asked for our lives to be bonded together! It’s not like I want my life and well-being left in your hands Geralt!”

There you were again. Yelling at each other. Jaskier was quite tired of it already. He wished for a nice night in the woods, yet all he got was yelling, again.

You and Geralt were both on the brick of death, he would have been fine, but you would have lost your life if it wouldn’t have been for the wizard who saved your life by binding it to the witcher’s. Now whenever he got injured, so did you. Whenever you were sad he felt it too and whenever he was with a woman…you felt that too. Every single one of your feelings were shared.

That’s why you both felt twice as angry.

Jaskier came to calm both of you and offered you some food. Geralt stormed off into the woods to calm down and get more firewood.

Meanwhile, you and Jaskier had a conversation.

“I just wish the two of you would finally confess to each other.”

“Confess?” you asked, looking at your friend with wide eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on! It’s so obvious! You two are so in love you have each other! I should write a song about that!” as soon as he started to sing you stood up and walked off. You wanted to take a bath and forget about everything.

You got rid of our blood-stained dress and went into the pond that you found earlier. You hissed as the cold water hit your fresh cut which was on your back a bit above your hip.

Sure, you had a bond with Geralt and he healed quicker, but you didn’t.

You washed the dirt and dried blood off of your body and hair.

Although you ran away to clear your mind and stop thinking about a certain man, you couldn’t stop but rethink the events that lead to your newest argument. As you did so, you failed to hear a person enter the water behind you.

As you finished your analysis, you came to the conclusion that you were right. That is when the person behind you touched your bareback. You acted out of instinct and slapped the person in the cheek. It instantly hurt for you as well, that is how you realized that the person was Geralt.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you said as you held your cheek. You had quite the punch.

“Sorry. I just wanted to tend to your wound.” you didn’t find it strange, he often did that since, with his powers, he could easily heal you. What you found strange is why did he need to come to you when you were bare as you day you were born and deep in thought.

You slowly turned around to look at Geralt. His gorgeous white hair was wet and pushed back, there were droplets of water on his body, your hands rest on his chest as you looked up at him. Your every movement was purely out of nowhere, you never expected to be touching him in such a way. Your gaze met his and his eyes had a look you had never seen before.

“Why are you really here?” You asked.

“I-I wanted to heal you, as I said.” Geralt said.

“No, why are you really here for?” You asked.

“Because I’m an asshole and it’s time I face my feelings. I love you, Y/N. I do not know since when, or how it happened, but it is true.”

You looked at him in shock and honestly did not know what to say.

“Then why were you with other women?”

“I tried to forget, to deny my true feelings, but it clearly didn’t work.” he said as he pulled your bodies closer.

“Will I regret what we’re about to do?” You asked as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You won’t.” Geralt said with his deep and calm voice

“How do you know?” You asked, still a bit unsure.

“Because I love you and I know that you love me too” he said before he pulled you into a kiss.

His lips gently brushed against yours as his grip around you grew tighter. His kiss grew more passionate and deep as he licked your lips, you parted them and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his big hands roamed your body. His touch created small butterflies in your stomach as your body trembled with pleasure. His kiss made you feel warm and oddly enough it didn’t feel weird, despite how disgusted you were with even just the idea when Jaskier brought it up.

Geralt pulled away from the kiss as you could finally catch your breath. His lips trailed across your jawline and down your neck. He kissed, bit and sucked on your skin leaving purple and red marks along the way, marking the path he went along.

You let out a long moan as his lips reached your chest. Geralt easily picked you up as you wrapped your legs around him, he held you up like you weighted nothing. His mouth attacked your nipples as he sucked and bit on them.

You felt his huge and hard member rub against your skin as you became a moaning mess while he held you up. Your hands were tangled up in his long hair as Geralt pulled away from your nipples causing you to let out a whine in protest.

“If I hurt you let me know, I’ll stop right away.” Geralt said as he gently kissed your lips. He knew that he was rather gifted, and he didn’t want to hurt you. You gave him permission with a simple nod and kissed his lips once while he moved his hand to your thighs, so he could get a better hold of you.

He slowly slid his length into you causing your let out a loud moan. Your nails dug into his back as you bit down on his shoulder. Geralt let out a soft growl as he started to move.

His movements were beastly as expected from the witcher himself. You had no idea how many times you had reached your climax all you knew is that Geralt was taking pleasure to a whole new level. But you had to admit, it felt the best. Not only you felt the pleasure he was giving to you, but you also felt the pleasure you were giving to him due to your bond.

By the end of it, you were so tired that you didn’t even know what was going on anymore. You nearly fainted when Geralt finally reached his climax as he pulled himself out from you, cuming into the water.

Your arms were loosely draped around his massive shoulders as your face was nuzzled up into his neck. Lucky for you, Geralt still had energy so he carried you out of the water as he dried and dressed you.

The next thing you knew you were laying on your back on the river bank. Geralt was washing his shirt.

You smiled to yourself as you got up and traced his back muscles with your fingers, you ran your fingertips along every scar of him as if that would heal them.

“We should head back to Jaskier, he might think we killed each other.” he said with a whisper not to disturb your relaxed mood.

“I bet he’ll be happy to see us together.”

“Are you?” he asked looking over his shoulder at you.

“Hm?” you said confused.

“Happy. Are you happy? This wasn’t just a one-time thing, right? I truly feel deeply for you.”

“I’m happy. Extremely.” he slightly turned around and you moved forward so you could kiss those lovely lips of his.

Your romantic moment was disturbed by none other than Jaskier himself.

“Oh, thank heavens! I thought you killed each other! But now I see what took so long! See Y/N? I told you! Geralt has always been head o-“

“JASKIER!” Geralt interrupted the other man.

“Right right. I’ll go back to the fire.” as he left you let out a short laugh.

“Soooo, where were we?” you asked with a hint of mischief in your voice.

Geralt didn’t need to be told twice as he leaned closer once again, but yet again, you got interrupted.

“So, just to be clear, are you guy will get wood or…?” Geralt didn’t answer but instead, he threw a rock in Jaskier’s direction. “Okay, okay. I’m leaving!!!” You heard him really leave this time.

“I love you.” you said when Geralt’s amber eyes met yours. The witcher smiled and leaned in to kiss you.

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years ago

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Eobard x Reader (Flash) - Chapter 12

Warning: Mature content Ahead. From here on out the ratings will be R-18. (Don’t like, don’t read).

The door closed shut and you sprung to your feet.

"Welcome home!!"

Eobard looked a bit startled to see you standing there. He glared, clearly annoyed that you'd caught him off guard.

"Hmm, it's not fun when it happens to you is it." you snicker.

"Now isn't the best time to test me." he groused.

"Why are you in such a bad mood?"

"I'm not sure if you recall, but this woman kissed me in the middle of the office, then ran off like a frightened little dear. "

"H-Hey I didn't run off!"

You actually did, but it was his fault. When he started touching you it just felt like so much was happening way too quickly. "If you hated it that much, you could have just said so. I may have killed but I'm not so low that I'd force myself unto you." You frowned at his statement.

"Who said I hated it! I was the one that kissed you first you jerk. You think I did that just for kicks. "

He was still standing by you, and you weren't sure what it was he told himself on his way over here, but maybe he was trying to find a way to sabotage this before it could even go anywhere.

"I have no idea what this is, and I can't say that I planned for this to happen, but don't you think maybe it's some kind of sign. What are the chances that the both of us got stuck here. It could have been anyone else, so why me and you. Don't you think there's something bigger at play here."

"I stopped believing in faith a long time ago. Love to. So if you're here to convince me that under all the heinous crimes I've done you've somehow found it in your good little heart to-"

"I don't love you Eobard." his mouth slid shut.

"I'm not naive, I do have feelings for you. I'm not sure how it happened, or even why. But I don't love you."

"At least not yet."

"That doesn't mean that I can't. I already told you, I'm tired of this game we've been playing. You hate me, I hate you, it hasn't done us any good. Even if you don't believe, I think somewhere deep down, there is still a human being worth saving. I'm a cop, so it's my duty to save. So no matter how much you try to push me away and pretend that there's really nothing there, you kissed me back. You touched me. Whether you want to recognize it or not, you feel something for me." You walked over to him, stopping when you were face to face.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you feel absolutely nothing for me, and I'll never bring this up again. "

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. You just smiled. Reaching out, you ran your thumb over his lower lip, and you could hear the breath he let out, blue orbs marking your own lips. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue." his eyes hardened, and you smirked, leaning forward and silencing any retort he would send back. He inhaled sharply, keeping his hands off your body. You had a feeling that was more for his reassurance than your own. With your lips still connected, you reached over, taking his hand and placing it on your lower back. You could feel his grip tightened, like he was holding back. His other hand wondered, slipping into your hair. You couldn't believe this was all really taking place. With Eobard no less. He was the last person you ever thought you'd have any kind of interest in, romantically that is. You moaned when the hand on the small of your back slid down to your butt. For a villain he sure knew how to kiss. He pulled away when he heard your little sound.

"Where..where does this leave us.." he muttered out.

"I don't know, but I'd really like to find out."

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That night you were sitting on the couch, Eobard next to you as you both watched a show. Even though he was sort of close, he wasn't really touching. Neither of you were paying much mind to what was playing. It was more a way to distract you.

"You don't have to sit so far away, I'm not going to bite you." you mumbled. He glanced at you, and you refused to really look at him. Truthfully, this entire situation was a bit embarrassing. All your time was focused on one cause and now that it was no longer important, you weren't sure how to act or what to say. Relationships, you had very little experience. The last one you could remember was back in high school.

Eobard shifted closer, and you leaned into his side. "This is better." you whisper. His arm wrapped around your side, and this time you looked up. His hair was slightly messy from your little session earlier, glasses long forgotten. "I still think you're making a huge mistake." you knew what he meant. He was the mistake.

"I don't think so. Believe it or not, I think you've changed a little too. Before I was always worried to be around you for too long, but now, looking at you, I know for a fact that you won't hurt me."

How could he when he was staring at you the way he was now. No anger, or hate. It was just raw emotion. "This is going to be tough, especially with the way things started, but I'm beginning to wonder if being stuck here a blessing in disguise."

"Are you saying you don't want to go back home then, you're comfortable being not only stuck in the past, but also an alternate universe."

"It's not so bad, at least I'm not alone. I still have my friends here. My mom is probably living her life somewhere too. And now I..I have you too.." That caught his attention.

"You're making it increasingly difficult for me to refrain from touching you." you giggled, biting your lip, and his eyes lowered, watching your lips. "I did leave you at the office earlier, so maybe you can. J-Just a little.." you spoke with a bit of uncertainty. Truth is you'd never gone pass maybe a mild make out session with a guy. With Eobard, it was different. You'd never really go from hating a guy to kissing him either. "Have you really never been touched?" your gaze lowered, and you shook your head. "N-No I..it wasn't really easy for me to get close to people. And with all that was happening, there was never much time to have a relationship. I don't do..you know, one night stands."

He could tell.

"How long has it been for you?"

That was an interesting question. In his line of work, there wasn't much room for romance either. Not many people were attracted to speedster killers. "Decades maybe." you nod. Eobard was watching every little movement you made. The way you squeeze your thighs together, the slight quickening of your breath. He'd always been good at reading people. From what he could tell, you wanted to ask him something else.

"I-If you want to, you can touch me. I-I won't run this time."

Where did your bravery go? You couldn't tell.

Eobard was starting to make you feel vulnerable. You figured this is what it felt like when you placed trust in someone. You gave them some power. Eobard shifted his position, turning his body slightly to you, and when his hand slid between your legs, your head fell on his shoulder, breath picking up. Your hand fell unto his lap, and you reached over gripping the edge of his shirt. His hand settled right at your center, and even though he wasn't doing anything at the moment, you could hardly get a steady breath out.

"You're this bothered and I haven't even taken off your clothes yet. Are you that turned on by me.." his tauntings were messing you up. You nodded helplessly, and Eobard tugged you forward, pulling you into his lap. Your legs were spread slightly, straddling him. Your face was buried into his chest, just anticipating what he was going to do. Your breath hitched when his hand finally slid into your underwear. You balled your fists, and Eobard chuckled, leaving little kisses along your neck. He stopped right behind your ear, nipping it playfully. You whined, tired of his torture.

"E-Eobard..I can't take anymore.."

"I can tell, you're so wet.." His finger slid inside you, and you all but choked out a moan. It felt so weird, but great at the same time. You'd read books and heard stories, but real life was very different. Your legs wouldn't stop trembling. "Relax." He coaxed. How could you in this situation. When he felt the tension slowly leave your shoulders, he slipped another finger in.

"Shit." you huffed out. Eobard was laughing softly at your reactions. "We haven't even gotten to the best part." your brows furrowed at his statement. "W-What do you mean the best-Oh Fuck!" his fingers..they were vibrating inside you.

"Such filthy words, that could get you in a lot of trouble professor. " He didn't let up, and it was literally driving you over the edge. Between moaning and holding unto him like you would pass out, you were lost. Who knew his speed would be so handy in such a situation.

When he added another finger you were sure you'd frankly die from how good this was feeling. Eobard groaned when you bucked into his hand, and he crashed his lips into yours, kissing you hungrily. This had to be the wildest thing you'd ever done with a man, that was for sure.While his tongue pleasantly assaulted your mouth, his fingers were doing extraordinary things to your body. You had to separate when you felt the knot in your stomach. You were getting close.

"E-Eo.." you could barely get his name out. He must have understood, because he angled his hand differently, and your eyes shot open as you screamed out your release. You could feel it coming in, wave after of wave of pleasure. It took you a full minute to come down, and when you finally did, Eobard's fingers slowly slid out. With a low moan, you slumped unto his body. Defeated.

"Did I make your first experience a memorable one." you just hummed, you were still trying to gain control of your body. You would never forget this. Not ever.

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oikawas-bae · 5 years ago

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OHMYGOD I need a part two for Target with Akaashi!! It’s so beautiful and I need to know please? Like does he confess? Do they start dating? Does Bokuto suspect something!? Does she(?) like him back?! I NEED ANSWERS PLEASE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Here’s the part 2! Ahah thank you for literally being my #1 hype man/woman/person since I started this blog like a week ago!! I’m really feeling the love :,) also here are answers hehe

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOKUBABEY!!” You whooped when you slapped the front door open. Bokuto came running down the stairs in only boxers with a paranoid look on his face.

“Calm down, we’re not burglars.” Akaashi walked ahead to set the snacks down on his credenza.

“HEY, don’t rule it out. I was watching this documentary the other day-“ You cut him off by grabbing his hand, earning you a surprised yelp from the owl boy.

“You really need to stop watching the videos Kuroo sends you, they all make you act some kind of way and we get to deal with the aftermath.” You frowned for a millisecond before flashing him a toothy grin and looking at Akaashi for reassurance. The latter nodded.

“It’s your birthday Bokuto! We’re doing whatever you like, we brought you snacks right at 12 o’ clock to experience your birthday for as long as it lasts.” Akaashi sighed, bracing himself for the incoming storm of excitement that would explode from Bokuto’s mouth in a minute.

“ALL 24 HOURS? WERE STAYING UP?” Yep, Akaashi was right. “I’ve always wanted my birthday to be longer...how did I not think of this sooner? Ah! What should we do? Good thing I took a nap! I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH.” Pulling you both into an agressive hug, there was a synchronized groan.

“Well (y/n) and I didn’t nap all day so you’re in charge of keeping us awake with all that energy of yours.” The black haired boy grumbled into the hug. Bokuto let go and placed a hand on his hip, “Deal.”

“Speak for yourself, Akaashi. I’ve done countless all nighters.” You boasted, locking elbows with Bokuto and walking toward the kitchen.

“You’re literally a baby. You nap in every car ride where you’re not the driver.” Akaashi followed.

You stuck your tongue out at him and he simply rolled his eyes. Bokuto looked to you then to Akaashi, sighing but shrugging off the mini argument. His owl eyes shrunk in concentration as he tried to figure out what to do for the next 24 hours.

“Okay!” Akaashi and you turned at his call for attention. “I’ve decided that the best plan of action is to start off with the light stuff like watching movies or homework if you guys have any and then we’ll do the intense stuff when we’ve been awake for a couple of hours and feel the sleep kicking in.”

“It’s smart to do more interactive activities when we’re tired but I’m afraid to ask what you mean by ‘intense activities’’” Akaashi mumbled, Bokuto chuckled ominously.

“I have twister! And we’ll make an obstacle course...” He continued to ramble on about the ideas he had and Akaashi and you knew it was going to be a long day.

Hour 5

Bokuto put on a movie for and you pretended to be critics and pointed out all of its flaws. Bokuto and you chortled at how serious Akaashi got about critiquing the movie- he really should’ve majored in film.

Hour 10

The drowsiness began to kick in for you but you refused to show any sign of weakness. Your eyes were peeled and you blinked constantly to keep the dryness from reddening your eyes. Akaashi, being as observant as he was and just looking up to admire you every once in a while, noticed but kept it to himself since he had to admit that it was amusing to watch you battle with pride about being a ‘professional staying awake person’ as you put it.

Hour 13

Twister time! And Bokuto was feral. He pushed you out of your place, making you lose, when his hip was beside your face and he bumped you intentionally (and he lied about doing that when you accused him). Akaashi lost on purpose and went to use the restroom but not before mumbling incoherently about Bokuto being a cheater.

Hour 15

At this point, Akaashi and you were begging Bokuto to do something not so physically demanding so that you could sneak in at least a few minutes of sleep. Your head was on Akaashi’s lap and he was so frazzled by it that he stuttered while lecturing Bokuto about the dangers of driving with zero hours of sleep.

“AHAHA you stuttered, Akaashi!” The owl boy teased and Akaashi’s face heated up, even more so when you nuzzled on his lower thigh to get more comfortable. A wave of relief washed over him as he thanked the forces of nature and whatever was out there that Bokuto was so simple minded, “the sleep deprivation must really be getting to you.”

You shot up at Bokuto’s words, “IM NOT SLEEPY AT ALL. It’s Akaashi, like you said, Boku.” You were not about to even be vaguely assumed to be tired.

“If we can’t go out, let’s do karaoke!”

You and Akaashi looked at each other and breathed in like exhausted parents trying to appease their hyperactive child. And at this point, that’s what you were. Only nine more hours.

Hour 20

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. “ Bokuto alternated from you and Akaashi as he watched the two of you nod off every few minutes while he was bringing out his birthday cake from the fridge.”

He served the two of you your pieces and didn’t bother with the candles or the song. You had already sung a dubstep version of ‘Happy Birthday’ and awkwardly inserted Bokuto’s name in during karaoke.

“Eat. Sugar will keep you awake.” Akaashi heeded his friends orders and lifted the form up to his mouth but sleep sounded much more enticing. You and Bokuto both watched Akaashi’s head flip back and his mouth open just a few centimeters wide, his breath coming out slowly.

Chuckling evilly, you took a bite from the cake, “Weak.”

“I honestly thought you would be the one to go down first.” Bokuto said in between mouthfuls. It was really a mystery how this boy could have so much energy with so little sleep.

“Huh? I’m literally a god when it comes to not sleeping.” You slurred. Bokuto grinned, it wasn’t long before the sleepless drunk (y/n) emerged. You were fun when you were fueled by sleep but he could really mess with you when you were in the vulnerable state of almost-sleep.

It only took about half an hour before the two of you headed to the dining room to leave Akaashi alone in the living room to sleep.

“I’ve got a question.” He set his palms down flat on the wood.

“Yes, birthday Bokuto? Ahh I mean birthday boy...oh wait, it still weeerks...it’s even bettturr.” Your words tripped out of your lips and he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

“How come you haven’t made a move on Akaashi?” The question came at you like a canon ball. Your cheeks flare up and usually you and the wit to counter Bokuto’s ridiculous remarks but this was sleepy (y/n).

“Huh? Akaashi is lame, he’s literally a sleepyhead...” you denied.

“Cmon, (y/n). I’m dense but I know my best friends and you like him and he like you.” You wanted to smack the smirk off his face but you were just so lethargic.

“Yeah, he’s a cute sleepyhead.” You drew circles on the table with your index finger and Bokuto couldn’t help it compare you to a little girl with a crush. He smiled at the thought while you continued to breathy commentary on Akaashi. “He’s not even just cute, he gorgeous like I had a dream we were married and I woke up soooo happy , I cried. But it’s weird, no?”

Bokuto asked ‘what?’ With a flick of his eyebrows and you sighed and continued to exhaust yourself by talking. “Well, we’ve been friends since forever and it’s weird because he treats me so well and I love this him, I don’t want him to become someone else if we’re together. And don’t assume he likes me.”

“Are you kidding me? He’s love struck on you, he stares at you and he takes you places even though he hates driving. He keeps every dumb selfie you take on his phone. When he talks about you, it’s like he’s lost in his own world. And I get it, you’re really great, (y/n).”

“B-Bokuto...” You breathed out. The drowsiness was out of your mind and the only thoughts flowing through your head were those pertaining to what Bokuto was saying.

“Yeah, (y/n). Akaashi sees you just like I do but for him there’s just something extra there. Like he doesn’t just want to be with you, he wants to take care of you and for you to take care of him.”

“That sounds so-“

“Chummy, I know.” The black-white haired boy chuckled, his head falling on his wrist. “But it’s true and it has been for about...3 years now?”

“Three? HUH?” Your eyes opened wide. 3 years and you didn’t notice? Or maybe you chose not to see it because you were afraid of mistaking it for something it wasn’t.

Bokuto nodded, looking over to the curled up Akaashi on the couch. “You should tell him. If you wait for him, you’ll be waiting for six more years.”

“Maybe I will.” You confidently stood up, chest puffed out before grains of static filled you vision, that was too quick of a movement for someone who hadn’t slept in nearly a day.

“Actually, tell him after you get some rest.” Bokuto shuddered before getting up to help to balance yourself.

“But it’s your birthday...I’m not sleepy...” He lightly shoved you next to Akaashi on the couch and you r head fell to the armrest and almost instantaneously, you fell asleep.

Bokuto stood back and gave a satisfied nod at his sleeping friends. “You two made it farther than I thought you would.”

He looked down a his phone at the sound of a ding from Kuroo.

Kuroohohoh: I’m outside. Birthday dinner is on me!!

“Okay, gotta go!” He snapped a quick photo of the two of you sleeping beside each other before slipping on his shoes and continuing his birthday celebration. Akaashi’s eyes twitched at the sound of the door and he caught a glance of you next to him but he would save his freaking out to after he got his 8 hours.

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babiesdreams · 4 years ago

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+18 (Adult content)

The devil’s choice +18 00 line sixsome

Warnings: Sixsome ofc, oral (g and r), degradation, deep throat, praise, hard dom shit, overstimulation, anal, idk what else.

Reposting bc Tumblr flagged it.

“Let’s just get the assignment done alright?” You shout, stopping the mess going on by the boys surrounding you. You loved your friends but sometimes they could be a pain in the ass. They were just too messy god. “They started it” Donghyuck spits out, but Renjun gives him a look. “Excuse me, should we talk about last night?”

“Don’t you fucking dare” Hyuck replies glaring at him with a serious look. “Why?? I’m sure Y/n wants to know” The boy replies teasingly. “Dude, stop it” Jaemin says grabbing renjun’s arm trying to shut him up. “What would I want to know?” You ask innocently and Yangyang, who’s been sitting next to you the whole time, caress your knee saying a soft “It’s nothing”

“No, I wanna know” you say getting up. Everyone looks at you with a weird expression “What’s it?” You scream, wanting answers. “We talked about...” Jaemin starts saying “Dude shut up” Jeno stops him inmediately. “They were arguing about who would fuck you better” Yangyang spits out.

“THEY?” Haechan screams at him. “I remember you being so enthusiastic about it as well” Jaemin says teasingly, pointing at Yangyang. “And what was your conclusion?” You say looking at Haechan who instantly tsks at you. “It was obiously me” He says proudly, and at first you think he’s just being full of himself as usual, but when nobody protest, you chuckle.

“Oh my god y’all are soooo wrong” You say walking away from everyone towards the kitchen. “Hey, he was basically begging to win, what did you want us to do?” Jeno explains farther more as you dissapear through the corridor.

You start searching for something to eat while you hear a new chaos forming in the living room. You take your time as you think everyone’s going crazy with the fight. “I know Hyuck wouldn’t be the best one” Renjun whispers to your ear as his body gets closer to yours. You can feel his bulge against your butt, slightly hard.

“W-what?” You stutter, feeling the boy’s hand around your waist before he turns you around, forcing you to look at him. “I know I’m the best match for you in here” He whispers getting closer to your lips. “R-renjjun” You whisper trying to get off his hold.

“Hey, get off her, you pervert” Jaemin screams from the door frame and Renjun walks away from your figure, kind of leaving you with some weird neediness. You whimper unconciously by the sudden emptiness the boy leaves you with. Both of the boys’ gazes turn to you, analyzing what just happened.

“Did you just...?” Renjun starts asking and Jaemin looks at him confused “Did she just...?” You turn completely red and shake your head. “Let’s go to the living room” You say walking fastly pass the boys.

When you arrive to the living room the other three boys are standing right next to each other, arms crossed and waiting for you to come back. “We decided that we are gonna let you choose” Jeno says and you start laughing. “What is this Fuck, marry, kill?” You ask confused.

“Kinda” Haechan says flirtly. “I’ll kill Haechan then” You say sipping on the drink you grabbed from the kitchen. “And who would you fuck?” Yangyang asks right away. You choke on your drink, laughing out loud right after. “You guys are so needy, you need to get railed” You say jokingly.

“Said the whinning girl. Bet you’re craving for all of us to fuck you now” Renjun says teasingly. “WHAT?” Haechan asks confused. “She literally whimpered when I got off her in the kitchen” Renjun explains. “That’s true” Jaemin admits.

“No it’s not. And y’all need to calm down” You shout at them, already done with the conversation. “Just admit it” Renjun shouts back, making you back up a little. “I do not-”

“You could have just told us if you were so needy baby” Jaemin says getting closer to you. “You’re so dirty that you want a sixsome? I couldn’t have guessed that, miss innocent” Yangyang spits out, making you blush. “Okay, fine stop” You say, making everyone freeze in their places.

“I-I may be down, but-” You were about to set some rules, but Haechan grabs you before you can say anything. His lips shut yours up, making you unable to protest as his hand travels down your hips. His body direct you to the bedroom, where he lets you fall onto the big bed. You can hear footsteps following you, though you’re unable to tell who they are from, as you keep your eyes closed, getting lost in the kiss.

You eventually feel some hands over your body, but you’re unable to tell who they’re from. “Let me taste her too” You hear Jeno say. Haechan gets pulled away from the kiss by Jeno’s strong arms. The younger boy’s lips get replaced by Jeno’s, who kisses you deeply and heatedly.

You can hear hyuck’s protests mixed with some belt tingling. Someone’s hand starts getting your clothes off, letting you feel the cold air of the room against your warm and wet cunt.

You moan inside Jeno’s kiss when you feel some fingers inside of you, and someone’s tongue pressed against your clit. “She’s so wet, dude” Yangyang says, revealing his position.

On your upper body, you can feel two people sucking on each of your nipples, each one following a different pace and technique. The sensations are overwhelming to say the least.

Jeno gets off the kiss with a heavy breath, allowing you to get some air as well. The view is even more overwhelming. Renjun was the one licking your clit and the two other boys were on eash side of your body licking your breasts. Yangyang looks at you while he fingers you, winking teasingly at your desperate expression.

You let your head fall back, while you feel Jeno’s tongue drawing paths on your neck, in between whispers that you are not quite able to understand. “Who do you want to fill you in first?” Yangyang ask looking right into your eyes. You moan softly, unable to make any sense of your thoughts.

“I’ll be last” Renjun says, stopping his actions for a split second and then coming back. “That’s not fair” Haechan says leaving your nipple with a wet pop. “Let her decide” Yangyang says angrily, stopping his fingers for a moment.

“I-I, Yangyang” You manage to say, just wanting the discussion to be over at last. The boy smiles at your words, getting his pants and boxers off. You close your eyes, not wanting the view to overwhelm you farther more.

You soonly feel Yangyang’s tip against your entrance, concentrating on the feeling of his length stretching your walls, even if the rest of the sensations are not easy to ignore. His veiny dick hits every little spot inside of you, not leaving a single empty space.

“Fuck, she’s so tight” He growls out. You get distracted by Jeno’s whispers on your ear as he says “Good girl, you’re doing great...” And a whole bunch of sweet nothings. You’re too driven by his words that you don’t notice how Yangyang’s thrusts speed up fastly.

Renjun, had climbed out since the boy entered you, getting to your belly, drawing wet paths with his tongue and then repeating them with his fingers. Haechan and Jaemin had stopped sucking your nipples long ago, as they were already too redish.

They were now competing on who leaves more hickeys along your breasts and neck. You are not looking, but your skintone cannot be seen anymore as the purpleish marks are covering your it completely.

Yangyang’s moans mixed up with your own, forming a nice harmony that fills the silence in the room. His dick twitches inside of you, hinting you on how close he actually is. You can also feel a wave of arousal coming, as all the different sensations mix up in your brain.

Before you notice, your walls are completely painted in white, as Yangyang gets out of you. Everyone praises your exhausted self, and caress your body in different ways and parts. After you calm down from your high, Hyuck and Jaemin position themselves.

Jaemin gets behind you and hyuck on top of you. Both of their tips hit your entrances. While hyuck enters inmediately, Jaemin lets his fingers play inside your butt, prepating yourself for the incoming painfully satisfying sensation.

Hyuck starts with a fast pace, as he’s aware of how overworked your body may feel and he doesn’t want you to. Jaemin finally enters you, after a long foreplay with his fingers. And it still feels somehow painfull, even though pleasure brushes the pain away. “Fuck, you’re so tight and so good for me baby” Hyuck moans out, while his sweat makes his skin glow down the lighting of the room, making a perfect picture on front of your eyes.

Both penetrations coordinate and uncoordinate at different timings, making you confused for determing who’s inside of you at the moment. Jeno, has taken his pants and boxers off as well, making you suck on his dick. Though your movements don’t really make sense as your brain is really unable to think anything.

Hyuck cums first, letting his cum mix with yangyang’s as the both come out of yous insides slowly dripping down the mattress. You shake out of pleasure at the warm feeling. Jaemin is also close, though he makes you cum first, drawing circles on your clit as he thrusts into you faster and deeper.

He hits places you didn’t know that existed, making a second climax brush over your whole body. He cums right after with loud yet low moans, filling your ass with his white hot cum. You lay down, heavy breathing, taking another break from the situation. They all repeat their praises, including Jeno, who gets his dick out of your mouth, to let you rest for a bit.

After some minutes, you collect yourself and sign the boys to continue their actions. Jeno drags you to the floor, getting you into a kneeling position. He grabs your hair strongly as he guides you through his length, hitting the back of your throat with his tip.

You gag everytime he does, and it seems to somehow motivate him, as he keeps doing it faster and deeper. Precum starts coming out of his tip, mixing up with your saliva as it drips down your mouth. The view is quite something. Everybody is just watching in awe at how beautiful you look like that.

He finally cums inside your mouth, making the dripping even messier as it falls down the floor. He pulls out of your mouth, letting you breathe after you swallow his cum. His hand caress your cheek, making a soft gesture after his brutal actions.

“You did great babygirl” He says placing a kiss on your soft lips. Your whole body shakes due to the overwork and the new neediness Jeno worked out on you. But still you smile at him, eanting to give back some of the love he was giving you.

“Are you too tired?” Renjun asks kind of tired of waiting. You shake your head at him, blinking slowly as you collect yourself once more. Renjun’s eyes are fixed on your figure, analyzing the truth behind your words.

He stands up getting closer to your kneeling figure. His arms grab you in the air, letting your legs surround his waist. He drags you back to the bed, putting you down as he does. Your body gets hug by the nice texture of the bedsheet’s fabric.

The softness of the sheets drives you in as you get lost in the feeling of his hold around your body. His tip enters you as soon as you fall into the mattress. His length enters completely getting the rest of the boys’ cum to move in your walls.

Everyone stays aside as Renjun’s posture is basically not allowing them to be nearby, so they are basically forced into watching how he fucks you senseless.

His hips move fast as he thrusts you, his hands wiping the sweat off your forehead. Tears start falling down your cheeks as pleasure overwhelms you. His fingertips wipe them off. “Look at you, crying for my dick, how pathetic” The sudden degradation makes you blush, and the boy notices right away, getting encouraged by it.

“You have just been craving for my cock all day huh?” He growls out as he speeds up. Your moans leave your lips uncontrollably. “That’s right, I’m the one who fucks you the best after all, aren’t I?” He asks teasingly and you simply nod. “SAY IT” He shouts at you, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

Your whole body shakes as his moves drive you crazy. “You are the best, renjun” You manage to say in between desperate moans. He stops his fingers, keeping his pace steady on you. “You fucking love this don’t you? God you’re such a whore” He growls, getting closer to his own climax.

“Cum for me, baby, let them know, who’s the best” Renjun says under his breath and shortly after you cum again, losing count of your highs. He cums shortly after, but unless the rest of the boys, he stays inside of you, caressing your neck, collarbone, chest, belly, and all the way back up, while you calm down.

“You did an amazing job Y/N, he says kissing every spot his fingertips already touched. The rest of the boys keep praising you as well, getting closer now. And just like tha in between soft touches and kisses you fall asleep peacefully.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 years ago

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BTHB: Forced to Watch

That’s right, it’s that time again! @muffinworry requested: @badthingshappenbingo: forced to watch with my girl ashley

As always: puppy stickers equals fulfilled, blood stains are requested

Tagging: @bleeding-demon-teeth, @spiffythespook, @finder-of-rings, @whumpywhumper @special-spicy-chicken

CW: Stabbing, blood, referenced/implied noncon and abuse

“Ora, if you don’t start paying attention, this story is going to take a really long time to tell.”

When Ora didn’t look up - a flash of the green hair on their head, dirty and clumped together by now, all they gave Ashley to look at - Ashley sighed heavily, wondering why she put up with this. Sure, she didn’t know how to drive and Ora Collins at least appeared to have the car mostly under control (totally under control at the moment, as they were not even in the car, they were tied to a chair), but they were three days in and they should feel bonded by now.

Right? Shouldn’t they?

How long did it take Bram to start getting his boys to bond with him? Oh, but Bram had the eyes, and Ashley was never going to have the eyes. Not unless they met another like themselves and Bram helped her cut that one’s eyes out.

“Ora. Come on, this place is a shithole and I do not have all day to walk you through this.” Ora sniffed, and Ashley paused while licking a bit of red off one fingernail. “What? What’s that noise for?”

Sometimes - if she was truly honest with herself - Ashley envied the other vampires. It would have been nice to live on blood, copper-salt-sweet and sparking with life in it. She could have been a great vampire like that. Instead, here she was, buzzing off the conflicting miseries of relief and hate and - strongest of all - fear that came from the poor little thing she carried along with her.

Well, and nice and full already from the meal currently slumped hard to one side and tied to a chair across the table from Ora.

“Ora, I am talking to you, and you remember the rules-”

“I’m sorry!” Ora jerked their head back up this time, meeting Ashley’s gaze with wide, frightened hazel eyes. Honestly, Ora’s eyes were their best feature, and Ashley never got tired of how they looked ringed in white from fear. “I’m s-sorry, Ashley, it’s just-... it’s just, it’s really h-h-hard to watch, to watch you...”

“What? To watch me cut him up?” Ashley blinked, looked at the man tied to the chair next to where she stood, then back to Ora. She gestured with the large chef’s knife she held in one hand, already smeared with the man’s blood. “He died like two hours ago, Ora, what’s the problem?”

“H-he… I kn, I know he’s d-dead, Ashley, but you k-keep cutting h-h-him…” Ora’s voice hiccupped, finally, into sobs and their head dropped once more as they began to cry, tears wetting little droplets onto the fabric of their jeans. They were still wearing the ones she had met them in, although Ashley had been nice enough to steal a bunch of different shirts and underwear somewhere in Iowa.

She was pretty sure they were in Nebraska now? It was flat and pointless, in any case, and Ashley had vague memories of the center of this stupid baby country being flat and pointless. Harder people lived out here, but fewer of them.

No one like her could live long without a nice big population center to feed on, and Nebraska… Nebraska wasn’t it.

Ashley sighed and raked a hand back through her hair, frowning as she remembered she had a lot of blood on that hand. Oh, well. She’d have to shower before they left anyway. Brammie would take Ora into the shower with him, if he were here, start that whole mess back up, but Ashley valued her private time more than her Brammie ever had.

She missed her baby brother.

Baby by a few minutes, anyway.

But they’d find him soon enough in that prison in California, and then Ashley would set him free. It wasn’t fair to lock up something so beautifully wild as her brother. Do you blame a wolf for eating deer? Do you lock up a raccoon for digging through trash cans?

“Ora. I’m going to get rid of this whole…” She waved the knife around in a lazy circle, gesturing to the man who’d had the bad luck to piss Ashley off. “... mess. But I’m not going to do it until you have finished listening to me, and you have to look or the whole visual aid part of this just isn’t going to work.”

“B-But I don’t want to see the visual aid!” Ora wailed, and the sound of their sweet sad voice echoed off the walls. Ashley shivered, pleasantly, felt electricity light up her nerve endings and flood her veins. Moments like this were why Brammie kept Nate around, weren’t they? That little buzz in your fingertips, behind your eyes, the way Ashley felt like any moment now her hair might stand on end from the pure perfection of Ora Collins and their precious little fear.

“Ora. Darling. Light of my life, love of my heart. My absolute goddamn treasure.” Ashley leaned over, pointing the blade right at Ora’s little face.

She watched their head slowly rise, eyes nearly crossing as they focused with new panic on the point of the knife so close to them. Ashley licked her lips, slowly, and tilted her head to take in more fully the sudden quick rise and fall of Ora’s chest under their baggy shirt.

“Watch. The visual. Aid. Or I will cut your eyelids off so you can’t blink any longer. Am I understood?”

Ora’s throat moved in a sudden a swallow and they nodded quickly, hair falling into their face, and Ashley used the chef’s knife to gently - ever so gently - push it back to the side. She loved watching the wide hazel eyes following every movement.

“So. As I was saying. Brammie’s little boyfriend and I - he’d been living with us for three years by then, give or take - were alone in the house. Brammie still had to hunt, because he wasn’t doing enough to Nate to just, to just really eat him by then. It’s that whole nonsense thing about love, you know? We’ve been around for so, so long, and Brammie’s boys are a dime a dozen for forever and then we run into this pretty little prince of his and bam!” Ashley slammed her free hand down on the table and Ora jumped, letting out a scared little cry.

Ashley felt the reverberation of that cry right down her spine, like the lick of a lover’s tongue.

“Bam,” She repeated but gently this time. “He’s in love. He’s in love, Ora Collins, and you know what my Brammie and I don’t do?” Ora swallowed again - they swallow so much when they’re talking to Ashley, don’t they? - and ventured, in a trembling voice, “You, you don’t… fall in love?”

“Right. Absolutely right, Ora-who-I-adore-ah. We don’t fall in love. Why would we? Everyone dies in the end but us. What’s the goddamn point?” She sighed and rested her free hand on Ora’s shoulder, giving it a little reassuring squeeze, leaning over to look right at them. Ora stared back, their eyes shifting back and forth, as though trying to find some softness or give on Ashley’s.

There was none to find.

Ashley knew her eyes were empty, reflection of light off the ice of a vast, lifeless lake. Bram had all the life in his. Ashley was nothing but walking death.

“So, anyway. Nate came to live with us - and at first we had to lock him in, and my Brammie… oh, the things my Brammie did to him.” Ashley breathed out, the happy memories flooding her system, and moved slowly away, circling the chair Ora was tied to, turning to look at the dead man on the other side of this small, sad little Formica table in some stupid shit town in stupid fucking Nebraska in this absolutely pointless fucking country.

“Wh-what things?” Ora asked, voice still shaky, but a little steadier now. “I r-read a little about the trial…”

“Hmmm, I doubt much of that came into play. Nate liked the things my Brammie did. You don’t talk about the parts you like in court, in my experience.”

“Have you… eh-ever been to court?”

Ashley paused, tapping her chin with the blunt side of the knife. “I guess I haven’t. Well, unimportant to my story so shut your fucking face for five seconds while I set up the visual aid.”

Ora nodded, biting down on their lower lip. Ashley watched them stretch their wrists against the strength of the rope and find just enough give to add a little comfort, not enough to escape. Ashley was being nice to Ora, but she wasn’t going to be that nice… or that stupid.

Brammie had been stupid, once.

Ashley would never be dumb enough to give another body the chance.

“So. In any case, after three years, you know, we were pretty used to each other.” Ashley started walking again, looking down to watch her own toes spread out against the dingy tile floor, yellowed with time. She stopped behind the man’s body, grabbing it by the short black hair on its head and yanking back, lifting the empty horrified green eyes to stare right at Ora. “We had our routine. Nate did all the cooking and cleaning like the good little housewife Brammie kept him to be, they fucked a lot-”

Ora winced.

“Oh, what, you’ve never fucked someone? What about Penny? I mean, it seemed like you did-”

“N-no, it’s just… it’s not that, Ashley, I swear, it’s just-” Ora’s gaze went to the fridge - wide open with only a jug of expired milk and a half-empty box of baking soda inside - and then it danced everywhere but at Ashley. “Can you not make me look at his, um, his eyes?”

“Oh, this is the problem? Yeah, sure.” Ashley dropped the head and it flopped hard back down, chin on its chest. “Sorry about that.”

“Th-thank you, Ashley,” Ora whispered. Oh, they learned the rules fast, and they learned them well. Ashley might actually regret killing Ora once they made it to her destination.

“Anyway. My story. So we had a good thing going, the three of us. Nate was a dartboard, he was a footstool for me one time, I cut the shit out of him, he and Brammie had some weird fucked up sex thing going… it was just a really good life, trust me. Then… then Brammie goes out hunting one day because he couldn’t hurt Nate anymore, he was in love the absolute dumbass, and while he was out…”

Ashley sighed, resting one arm on the shoulder of the corpse, looking down at it a little fondly. “While Brammie was out hunting, Nate picked up a knife. I didn’t expect it anymore. I thought… I was an idiot. He fooled us both, that son of a bitch. He shouldn’t have been able to but he did. He was cooking for me, and I came in to check on the progress, and…” Ashley’s grip tightened on the handle of the chef’s knife.

“And… and what?” Ora looked up slowly, nervously.

Ashley smiled, and there was blood smeared on her teeth. “Then he fucking stabbed me to death, Ora.”

Her arm moved with inhuman speed to jam the blade right through the corpse’s chest, and Ora let out a startled breathy scream, jerking at their restraints. “Like this. And this. And fucking this. Get your fucking eyes back on me!” Ora started to cry, again, tears racing down their face on either side like gorgeous little raindrops, and Ashley laughed, a high-pitched half-shattered sound, at the sight.

Ashley kept stabbing, making new wounds in a dead body over and over and over again, checking to see if Ora was looking, and they were, they were. The horror and disgust, the way Ora’s face went white and then green, it all fed Ashley, settled deep inside her bones and she felt the most ancient parts of her shift in happiness, in every single second being exactly what she was made to be.

She counted up the wounds - she thought maybe 37, it was hard to remember when you were being fucking stabbed to death by your brother’s boyfriend - and when she was done the knife clattered back to the ground, and Ashley stood, breathing hard, a snarl pulling lips back from her pinkish-stained teeth. “He killed me, Ora. Brammie’s little boyfriend killed me. Then he got up, and he left while I was still choking on my own fucking blood, and when I woke up it was five years later and you and your little asshole girlfriend were in my fucking house and my brother’s in fucking prison!”

Ora cringed back into their seat, into the restraints, trying to choke back their sobs and failing, failing miserably, failing beautifully. The sound of their tears bounced off the walls in this dirty little kitchen and everything seemed, in that moment, just a little bit brighter.

Pl-please,” Ora half-whispered, trembling and beautiful. “Please don’t, don’t do th-th-this anymore, please…”

Ashley sighed, nudging the corpse with her foot. Blood leaked from wounds as an afterthought, the motherfucker was too dead to be worth much of a show. Ashley looked down at her own hands, ran them over her chest and torso, reminding herself that her wounds were gone. They had healed, while she waited to come back.

They had healed.

She was healed.

And she had a fucking job to do.

“That was the end of the visual aid, Ora. But my point is, Nate Vandrum is a piece of shit who didn’t know how good he had it, he murdered me, and I would very much like to find his dumb ass and murder him right back. But I have a feeling my brother won’t let me. So you - and I - are going to do the next best thing.”

“We… w-we are?” Ora raised their head one more, and Ashley moved to them swiftly, leaning over to take that softly rounded little chin in her hand. They did not flinch or pull away from her touch - they knew so many rules now, they were such a good little friend. “What’s the next best th-thing, Ashley?”

“Please,” Ashley said gently, lovingly, petting at Ora’s face, leaving little red stripes there that would dry and turn brown and flake away. “Please call me Ash, Ora, we’re friends now, aren’t we?”

“R-Right. F-F-Friends, Ash.” Ora nodded quickly, swallowing hard again. “We’re friends, right. Wh, whatever you say, is, is right.”

“That’s my… well. That’s my little Ora. See, this is why you got to be the one that lived. Lucky, lucky little thing.” Ashley kissed them once on each cheek, then petted one hand gently through Ora’s hair. After holding themselves stiffly still, Ashley felt Ora slowly force themselves to relax, and smiled with delight when Ora pushed their head a little harder into the touch of Ashley’s hand.

“Oh, you’re so good,” Ashley murmured, nearly purred the words, and Ora let out a shaking, audible breath of relief. “You’re such a good Oracle. We’re going to find my brother, we’ll let him out, and he will lead us to Nate Vandrum and that redheaded mop he tried to kill him for.”

“And, and then we’ll k-k-kill them?” Ora asked, keeping their voice low, whispering right back to her. “Then they’ll d-d-die?”

“Hm.” Ashley cradled Ora’s head in her hands for a moment longer, then let go and stood, stretching her arms high over her head, until the knobs of her spine cracked, until she felt the stretch of every single muscle in her body.

You should never take those living muscles for granted, after all. They could die any day, and not everyone would die with the coins to pay their debt.

“I d-d-don’t want to help you kill anyone,” Ora said, low and pleading. “I don’t want to be a murderer, Ash.”

“Don’t worry, darling, you won’t.” Ashley smiled.

“B-but… you’re going to kill them?”

Ashley kicked the bloody knife until it banged hard into a wall across the little room. “Probably not.” Ora looked up, hope in their pretty hazel eyes, and Ashley licked her lips against how it was about to feel when she drained all that hope away. “They tried to kill my brother, after all. Killing them is going to be his job. But you and I… well. Have you ever heard about how the people who lived here before the colonists fucked it all up used to trap buffalo?”

Ora blinked, and slowly shook their head. Hair fell back over their eyes, but this time Ashley left it there. “N-No, Ash, I haven’t.”

“They would find the buffalo, and set up a trap. And a few would wave blankets and shout and maybe shoot an arrow or two, but the buffalo would stampede away from what they saw at the threat and run right into the trap. They’d get caught there, milling around, and then they just waited to die. So we’re going to set my brother free. We’re going to find his pretty little buffalo roaming the open range.” Ashley slid her hands into the back pockets of her own jeans, licking a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth. “Then you and I are going to wave some blankets and yell.”

“And… and y-y-your brother does the, um, the killing?” Ora’s voice was low, but after a second they nodded, thoughtfully. “I can… I can do that. If I don’t d-d-do the killing, Ash, I can, I can do that.”

“Wonderful. I knew I liked you for a reason. Now stay here and watch over our little buddy while I go take a shower. Once I’m clean, you can have yours and we’ll see if we can’t find you some fucking sweatpants or something in this house.” Ashley paused, then clapped her hands together in sudden delight. “I’m pretty sure I saw a KFC when we came in through town, let’s have fried chicken for dinner!”

Ora stared at the dead man who had once owned this house, and who had made the mistake of catcalling Ashley and calling Ora some kind of slur while they were getting gas. He was a dick to Ashley, and now he was dead.

To Ashley, it all made absolutely perfect sense.

Finally, Ora said softly, “Fried, um, fried chicken sounds pretty g-g-good…”

“And what do we say when someone offers to give us a gift, Oracle Collins?”

Ora smiled up at her - it was watery, and frightened, but it was a smile. “We s-s-say thank you, Ash. Thank you for offering to get me fried chicken for dinner.”

“You’re so welcome, love.” Ashley ruffled Ora’s pretty green hair and then turned to walk away. As she stomped up the stairs, she called out, “I’ll buy you some new hair dye, too, let’s get you all bright and fun again before we head west tomorrow!”

Oracle Collins, wearing week-old dirty jeans and tied down to a chair three feet from a corpse still leaking blood from too many stab wounds to count, let their eyes go slowly unfocused so they wouldn’t have to see anything at all any longer.

Somewhere nearby a police siren started up, but Ora didn’t raise their head.

They knew those sirens weren’t coming to help.

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studiopoprocks · 5 years ago

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Can you do Kirishima Fluff alphabet? I didn't see one and the master list and Kiri is such a cute boi

Kirishima Eijirou Fluff Alphabet

Totally agree! Kiri deserves the best! Thanks for requesting again @ash-the-lover ❤️❤️

A - Affection (How do they show how much they care in their day to day lives)

Kiri is always by your side, encouraging you and complimenting you. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it half the time, just stating how you could totally bet up someone, even without your quirk. He’s kinda just a very calm hype man. Or maybe a puppy? Probably both cuz when you’re cuddling he always talks about how you’re the comfiest person alive, especially since he’s so jagged.

B - Before (How did they act before the relationship/ what was the relationship like?)

He was still as supportive as he is now, however this boy was a hot mess. He would always get tongue tied, or stumble over his works when he was around you. It wasn’t anything extreme, but he was always there if you needed someone. Even if that someone needed a little more confidence around you. He got better with the BakuSquads help though!

C - Comfort (How they act when their S/O is sad)

He’s honestly so good at calming you down. He’ll talk slowly and just try to get you to feel better before asking what’s wrong. If you don’t want to talk about it, he’s going to be precistant, but not in a pushy way or anything. He just hates seeing you sad, and will do everything in his power to make you feel better. If you don’t tell him, you better expect loads of favours and gifts. That shirt you said was cute two months ago, hey look what he found on sale! You have a craving for chocolate, well it just so happens he has multiple different kinds.

D - Dawn (What are mornings like?)

He’s the kinda person to wake up and go, so you’ve developed the same habit. Every morning you wake up to your alarm, playing some sort of music from the radio, and help eachother get ready. You focus more on eachother then yourselves, and end up preparing the others toothbrush and handing them off at the same time. It’s a weird dynamic but it works.

E - Embarrassed (How does their S/O make them flustered? How do they return the favour?)

It’s always fun to see Eijirou as red as his hair, and honesty it’s a hard thing to do. It took quite a while to find his weak point, and in that time he had found at least 3 of yours. In his defence, he didn’t do them often, and it usually consisted in private. His weakness however, was when you whisper into his ear. It was a late night you first found out, as you quietly told him you loved him, and Denki pointed it out. But like him, you don’t do it often.

F - First date (Were did you go and what did you do for your first date together)

Kiri had so many ideas, however he honestly didn’t think that you would return his feelings. “Of course!” “Okay, I thought I would try at least- wait you said yes!” Asked you to go on a date right on the spot. You’re first official date had been sparing, then heading out to dinner. But hey, you got to see him shirtless and all dressed up in the delightful span 3 hours, so you just ignored how sweaty you were from training.

G - Gentle (How Gentle are they with their S/O? Or do they like to rough house with them?)

Yes you spar together, but other then that he treats you with such softness you start to question his quirk. If you initiate rough housing though, better expect him to not hold back. He’s such a cheat, and will start kissing your cheeks once he’s gotten you in some kind of hold, just as insurance as so you won’t escape.

H - Habit (What do they repeatally do in the relationship?)

Kiri just likes being around you. There’s been a couple times where you’ve randomly caught him staring at you. Sometimes even in your conversations you have to double check if he’s even listening to you. 97% of the time he is. Whenever you question it, he’ll conpliment you on whatever he was staring at. Staring at your ears? It’s cuz they are so cute! Staring at your hair? He wants to play with it cuz it looks so soft. Looking at your lips? Wants to kiss you.

I - Intreating (What do they find fascinating about their S/O? And vise versa?)

Although he finds it interesting, he does get a little worried. You have this thing where you aren’t scared of quirks, evident when you gave him a surprise hug with his quirk actived. He instantly stilled, scared any movement would cut up your delicate skin. It’s actually pretty adorable that he gets worried, he never wants to be something that hurts you. After the incident he made you promise never to sneak up on him like that ever again.

J - Jealousy (How easily do they get jealous, and how do they deal with it)

Kirishima is a friendly person, so he gives people the benefit of the doubt. He tries not to let his jealousy interfere with you making friends, especially with guys. But he’s always watching, making sure they don’t cross a line. Good lord help the poor souls who’ve witnessed kiri’s 180 personality swap. He’s cold, and ruthless, using manipulation and glares to rid you of pests

K - Knick Knack (A random momento they still have from their S/O)

‘You rock my world!’ you laughed when you gave him a small rock that was in the perfect heart shape. Such an adorablely silly line, pierced his heart. It was during one of your first dates, and you honestly never thought he’d keep it, however the ring he proposes with is in the same shape as the little heart. You gave him a rock, and he gave you one in return. Except yours cost a lot more

L - Location (Favourite place to go on dates)

He likes going to the movies, but his favourite place is in the living room in a giant blanket fort that incomapsses the TV. Sure going out is nice, but having you in your Pjs, half asleep as you snuggle into him after a long day is Heaven! Plus it always reminds him of your first date at the movies, and gets to relive that wounderful moment just with the two of you.

M - Movie (What cliché movie trope has actually happened in the relationship?)

Blind date! Obviously the BakuSquad set you both up on a blind date. Both you and Kirishima were against it, due to unknowingly likening one another, but hey, you were getting a free movie out of it so why not? When you saw it was the red head, you were overjoyed. The date even lasted double the amount of time it was supposed to, neither of you wanted to leave.

N - Nickname (What do they call their S/O?)

What he calls his S/O:

‘Little ray’ (of sunshine.)

‘Beautiful’

‘Cheater!’ (Kissing isn’t aloud during sparing🤷‍♀️)

What you call him:

‘Soft boi’

‘Handsome’

‘Babe’ (you both use this one)

O - On Cloud Nine (How they act when they are in love/ Is it obvious to everyone around them?)

That beautiful smile is always on kiri’s face whenever your mentioned. Although he’s very cool and collected, that upbeat attitude can’t be missed. Even Fatgum called him out on it once, after a particularly happy outburst. You both influence eachother so much, it’s a joy to be around you and your boyfriend, and your lovely dovey atmosphere.

P - PDA (Do they like showing off their s/o, or are a little shy to kiss in public)

Even before you were dating, people mistook you for a couple. It’s never anything gag worthy, but it’s definitely there. Usually hand holding, staying close to eachother, hugs, and honesty just some good Christian PDA. Neither of you are even fazed by it anymore, it’s just something that you do everyday, and it’s definitely contributing to the hype of your relationship.

Q - Quirk (A random ability they have, that’s helpful in a relationship)

Softest hard boy. Eijirou’s heart is like clay, and he’ll always be empithetic with any of your problems, no matter how small. Because of this, he’ll always be there for you, having an emergency feel better pack ready at all times. Including favourite food, movies, and soft blankets. He’s really open, and will never try to hurt you.

R - Rearly (Something they love to do, but it doesn’t happen often)

You and Kirishima are busy people, plus it’s hard to get vacation time. You two love traveling, even if it’s just to the next city over. It’s nice not having to deal with responsibilities, and just get to treat yourself without feeling guilty. Plus you two are terrible influences on eachother, so your trips are usually impulse decisions. Still tons of fun though.

S - Special (Something that only them and their S/O do together)

Build blankets forts! Whenever Kiri is feeling self conscious about his quirk, you best bet you’ll be making a fort. The construction layout takes his mind off of everything, and it’s always worth it in the end when you get to play games and watch movies/YouTube together under the messy jungle of funiture and blankets. Remember to get Eijirou to let his hair down, don’t want it getting caught on the roof.

T - Together (How often do they spend time with their S/O?)

Now don’t get me wrong, Eijiro loves you lots. But he’s a super friendly person, meaning he may devide his attention up a bit more. You would still get most of it, and if you asked him to spend more time with you, he would drop everything at the slightest meantion of it.

U - United (In which way does the relationship become a whole? Marriage?)

Honestly you didn’t even realize it. It just felt so natural to be around eachother, that I would dare say you became whole once you started dating. You never really had that awkward faze, which allowed you both to keep growing with eachother. Kiri definitely wants to get married and have kids + a dog, but he’s content on how your life is right now.

V - Value (What do they treasure the most in their relationship?)

To him, your his rock (hehehe). With everything happening so fast with school, then hero work, and all the attacks, he’s so happy that you’re the one thing that never changes. He loves your comforting sent whenever he gets to spend the last bits of the day cuddling on the couch. Just sitting and enjoying one another’s company, the only thing that stayed the same in your hectic lives.

W - Wish (What do they hope will come from the relationship?)

He’s just happy to be with you. He’s so cute that his only wish for your relationship is that it stays forever. Eijirou isn’t a selfish person, so if he could just be a little greedy in hoping to have you by his side, so be it. That literally all he wants, everything else is a wonderful bonus.

X - XOXO (Favourite types of kisses and hugs)

He’s a sucker for sparing affection. Both of you going one on one, and somehow one of you would pin the other down. Either you straddling his hips, or his knees pinning down your legs. Every time without fail, one of you would lean in for a kiss. Just kinda laying there as you two make out. Hugs usually happen after sparing, as it’s probably not the best idea with kiri’s quirk activated. Wrap your arms around his neck and he’ll be like putty.

Y - Yearning (How do they cope when they're missing their partner?)

People can always tell when your on a trip or something based on your boyfriend. He probably doesn’t realize, but he’s never as energetic and happy without you. His mind is pledged with a disease called ‘I miss my S/O’. Side effects include: spacing out in class, half hearted laughs, accidentally buying two drinks, only to realize your gone, and getting sad that your drink is with him and not you.

Z - Zeal (Will they go great lengths for the sake of the relationship? What kind?)

Kiri almost broke a guy’s arm after he cat called you once. When it comes to you, he won’t do anything too illegal, but he sure as hell will rough them up a bit. What can I say, he spends a lot of time with Bakugo, he’s bound to pick up some tendencies. And one of them is being overly protective to the point of taking this vet seriously. If someone may you cry, they better be catching the first plane outta here.

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