#not that he wouldn't try putting on a skirt i mean why not but he'd choose a longer one

[specialshinytrinkets]

Josh would be obsessed with Vocaloid, once they're let out of the cult, like if you agree reblog if you agree comment if you agree breathe if you look at this post if you agree have a TTS read this post out loud if you agree exist if you agr

(Pidge is a TAWOG OC and Josh's cousin)

[vivwritesfics]

Can We Get One

The youngest Leclerc loves baby Leo. So why the fuck won't her boyfriends let her get a puppy?

Norstappen x leclerc!reader

Okay I found out one of 'my' dogs died while writing this

"Hi Baby Leo," she gushed as she scooped her little puppy into her arms. He was like a little shark with the way he went to bite at her sleeve.

But she didn't much mind, gushing over the dog that she had dubbed her nephew (well, if Arthur and Lorenzo weren't going to make her an aunt, Leo it would have to be).

"I'm gonna kidnap you," she said in that baby voice as she stroked under his chin. "Gonna steal you away from your daddy so you can come live with me and Lando and Max."

She was in her own little world as she played with Leo, her brother, her boyfriends, lost to her. Max tried to call her name, but she waved him off to press kisses to Leo's head.

Lando and Max couldn't deny how goddamn cute she looked, holding Leo close to her chest. She scooted around on her ass to face them. "Boys, I'm in love," she said and pouted at them as Leo went to bite her chin.

"Baby," Lando began as he joined her on the floor. "We're not getting a dog."

"Assholes."

She turned her attention away from Lando and looked towards her brother. "Charlie, do you need a baby sitter?" She asked as she placed Leo in her lap. He happily sat there and chewed on her skirt.

"No way," Charles said. "You're not babysitting my dog."

A huff left her lips and she muttered something to Leo, something like 'you'd never be this mean to me, would you angel?' "If I move in with you, cook, clean, pay rent, can I get a puppy?" She asked as she looked at him.

Max couldn't stop the laugh that left his lips. "Um, excuse me," he called and tapped her on the shoulder. She ignored him. "Angel, just because we're not letting you get a puppy..."

"That's not it, Maxie," she muttered and scratched at Leo's belly. "Leo just wants me close, that's all."

The Leclercs had always had dogs growing up. It was one of the reasons Charles had gotten Leo. So, seeing his sister so in love with his little puppy, he knew he had to do something.

Charles picked Leo up and pulled his sister up from the floor. She put Leo in his harness, attached his lead and put him on the floor. "Why don't you take him for a walk?" He said and pointed her towards the door.

But she didn't leave. "Cha," she whispered, looking back at her boyfriend. "What're you doing?"

He whispered something in her ear, something that Max and Lando couldn't hear. Something along the lines of 'I'm gonna try and convince these guys to get you a dog'.

She couldn't help but smile as she walked out, Leo at her heels.

Charles began talking to Max and Lando. But what he was suggesting was unrealistic. How could they have a dog when they already have cats? It wouldn't have been fair to Jimmy and Sassy.

But Charles wouldn't drop it, wouldn't drop how happy she looked when she was with Leo. Wouldn't drop how happy she would be if they got her a puppy.

By the time she came back with Leo, they still weren't convinced. But Max couldn't get it out of his head. They were his cats at the end of the day.

It didn't take long for him to work out that he'd do anything to make her happy, including get a puppy.

Charles took her away for a week. He was in on it, happy to help however he could.

And, while they were away, Max and Lando brought home Baguette. The name was Lando's idea, a 'French Poodle for a French girl'. Which pissed her off because she was not in fact French.

It was Max's job to introduce Baguette to the cats. It wasn't smooth sailing, but the boys knew it wasn't going to be. And, by the time Charles brought her home, Baguette and the cats were coming fast friends.

The memory of the first time she met Baguette would always be ingrained into Max and Lando's memory.

She threw her arms around Lando's neck the moment she walked into the apartment, unaware. But then she heard the barking.

"Is Leo here?" She asked, clearly confused as she looked around for the puppy.

But Max didn't emerge with a puppy. Well, not that puppy anyway. The French Poodle puppy was a stranger to her. "We got you something," Lando said as he watched her expression.

"No." It was almost a whisper as Max approached, Baguette in his arms.

"Baguette, say hello to your mommy," Max said as he passed her the dog.

Her mouth fell open as she took Baguette from Max. "This... this is a joke, right?" She couldn't stop herself from asking as Max wrapped his arm around Lando's waist. "You guys got me a dog?"

"We sure did, baby," Lando said as he stepped out from Max's embraced. He stroked Baguettes head, touched his soft, curly ears. "Baby, meet Baguette."

(Baguette below)

[hyuckiefluff]

hihi! can i request corruption kink with jeno or hyuck?? if thats okay!

a/n: thank u for requesting!! i decided to do jeno bc i haven’t written anything for him yet oh and somebody else requested that i do something similar to my jaemin request with jeno so two birds one stone i guess? anyways enjoy!!!!! psa i got way more requests than i expected so thank u to everyone who sent im gonna try to get thru all of them as quickly as possible (if college doesn’t k!ll me first)

btw thank u for 400 followers! love u all

pairing: jeno x tutor!reader

wc: 2k

content: smut

warnings: cursing, fingering, masturbation, edging (kind of) , mentions of food (ice cream), big dick jeno ofc, backshots yuh!!!, rough sex, jeno is kinda too much in this lol, marking, cum eating, taking risky pics without consent, no after care, usage of pet names like pretty and baby *whispers* and whore. lmk if i missed any

masterlist

Jeno had always liked experienced girls. The kind he didn't have to treat with gloves, who were game for him to fuck so hard that they'd feel it afterward. At least, that's what he thought he was into.

Then you walked into the picture as his little brother's tutor. You were always polite and proper, wearing those buttoned up shirts and pencil skirts that gave off a more mature vibe than your actual age. He knew you recently graduated college, which he liked because you were older than him. But the thing is, you were incredibly innocent and naive. I mean, you didn't even catch on when his brother cracked those not-so-subtle, inappropriate jokes about you.

Jeno wouldn't usually spare a second thought for someone like you. After all, you couldn't even hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds. So, why on earth was he now holed up in the bathroom, pumping himself to the thoughts of your ass in that skirt? Maybe it was because of how clueless you were, bending over the table to help his brother with his work, offering Jeno a perfect view of your perked ass. He tried to resist, truly he did, but it was hard, especially when your shirt hiked up, exposing the curve of your back.

Jeno had to make a quick exit from the living room, and now… Here he was, working up a sweat in the cramped bathroom trying to imagine your hand, or even your mouth, around his dick instead of his own. Imagining how he'd finish all over your face, leaving you in a state of shock and fluster, those big, innocent eyes looking up at him.

"Shit..." he whimpered shakily, the release of his pent-up load leaving him trembling as the white liquid ended up dripping messily all over the bathroom's curtain. This was getting ridiculous… he needed to fuck someone now.

A sudden knock at the door made him jump, his dick still exposed, flopping around as he hurried to check that the door was securely bolted. He quickly adjusted his pants, grabbed some toilet paper, and tried to clean up the mess as much as possible.

What he didn't expect was to find you standing there when he opened the door, holding a popsicle.

He vaguely remembered you saying something about getting ice cream for everyone because it was so hot. That was right before he had bolted upstairs to deal with his urgent situation.

The popsicle was melting, its crimson contents dripping down your hand and arm. Jeno couldn't help but feel like the universe was testing him, and he swore he felt his dick come alive again.

"Oh, sorry... Uhm... I kind of made a mess," you laughed airily but averted your gaze when the eye contact got a bit too intense "Your brother mentioned you guys had wet wipes in here."

"Uh, yeah, down there" Jeno finally responded after a few moments of silently staring at you. You bent down to check under the sink where he directed you, giving him another tempting view of your ass. You missed the quiet grunt he let out while discreetly adjusting the growing situation in his pants. 

You straightened up after finding the wet wipes, looking somewhat torn between putting the popsicle down to clean yourself or eating it quickly. Jeno sensed your struggle and casually reached his arm from behind you to take the popsicle from your hand, allowing you to clean up properly.

"Oh, thanks," you said, using the wet wipes to clean your arms and the stained area on your shirt.

Jeno silently watched you in the mirror, his attention focused on the way the white shirt clung to your skin as you diligently worked to remove the stain. When you finally looked up, you found him eating the popsicle—the very one you had been licking just moments ago. Locking eyes with you, he noticed your bewildered expression and gave you a lopsided smile "It was melting."

"Oh..." you said quietly, the heat rushing to your ears revealing your flustered state.

You tried to return to your task, but he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. His own hand was now sticky from the melting popsicle. He pulled you closer to him and reached his hand to your face, using his thumb to rub against the corner of your lip "You got ice cream here too," but instead of withdrawing his hand after, he surprised you by slipping his thumb into your mouth. 

You would have pulled back if you weren’t completely taken aback by what was going on.

With his finger still in your mouth, he playfully pressed the popsicle against your collarbone. The cold sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your tongue brushed against his finger instinctively. The sight of your mouth enveloping his digit drove his self-control right out the window. He carelessly dropped the popsicle in the sink and leaned in closer, crowding your personal space with his larger frame. His cold hands sneaked under your shirt, and with a quick move, he unhooked your bra straps from your shoulders, exposing more skin for him to explore.

 "Jeno... I don't think this is ri-..right," 

"Why not?" he asked, his face burying in your neck, coaxing soft whimpers from your lips.

"Your... brother... he—"

"He's probably busy googling the answers to his exercises, believe me, he doesn't need you back just yet” He assured, pulling you even closer against his hips, causing your skirt to ride up and reveal your panties.

“I knew you were a whore,” he tutted, realizing you were wearing black lace “You wear lingerie to tutor students?" he chuckled dryly, biting a smile as you attempted to cover yourself.

"I’m n–," you whispered, but your words were cut short as his teeth grazed against your skin, leaving marks and savoring the fruity taste left by the popsicle. He didn't bother with the buttons of your shirt, causing a few of them to pop open from the stretch.

Your bra had slipped down too, partially exposing your breasts.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?" he teased, leaning back to take in the sight of your disheveled appearance. Your bruised neck from the sucking and biting, the strands of hair that clung to your flushed face, and your lace panties on display. 

He reached for his phone inside his pocket and snapped a quick picture of you in that state. Your expression instantly shifted to one of panic.

"What… are you doing?" You tried to slide off the sink, but he pressed back against you, his hips pinning you in place.

"Don't worry, this is just for me to enjoy later."

Then he kissed you, shushing any protests you had. His hand crept undetected inside your skirt and under your panties, his index finger gingerly spreading your folds. The action made you gasp against his tongue and then, without warning, he inserted a finger. The intrusion made you try to press your thighs together but he was standing between them so it was impossible. Every time he pumped his finger inside, his hips rutted against you, and you could feel the tent forming in his sweatpants brushing against your clothed core.

“…‘m gonna fuck you like no one ever has before,” He groaned against your lips.

He intentionally slowed down to a pace that almost seemed teasing as the knot in your stomach became almost unbearable. But given how shameful this situation already was, you didn’t want to ask for more.

"Are you that desperate for cock, hmm baby?" Jeno asked as you instinctively tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants to bring him closer and relieve the friction.

His finger pumped a few more times before he completely withdrew it. The emptiness immediately made you whimper.

"I'll give you what you want then," he replied as he reached into his sweatpants and casually pulled out his dick. You didn't want to stare like a pervert but... wow. You felt your legs quiver just from its sheer size. There was no way in hell you could take that.

You found it difficult to imagine how anything that big could fit comfortably inside of you. 

The smug smirk on his face told you that he liked your reaction "Clearly never seen one so big,"

"Jeno, I can't… we shouldn’t"

"But what kind of gentleman leaves a lady who is obviously in need?" He said cynically as he pulled down your panties.

No more words were necessary, the tension that had been building reached its peak as he aligned himself with your entrance. Jeno tried not to show any vulnerability, but the way your walls tightened around him, even though he was barely inside, was driving him crazy.

As he gradually entered you, soft, breathless gasps escaped your swollen lips. Your hands clung to the sink, keeping you from losing your balance. He stretched you so intensely that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You knew it defied anatomical possibility but as he bottomed out, you had a feel that if you touched your lower belly, you might just be able to feel him there.

“'m gonna move," he said through gritted teeth, more like a statement than a question. And with that, he started to thrust, not giving you much time to get used to the feeling of being so incredibly full.

As his hips met yours in a rough rhythm, he mumbled praises while also calling you things you'd never tolerate from anyone else.

"You feel so tight... for me," he groaned, his hand reaching for your face so you would look up at him.

“Eyes up here, doll,” he said in a breathless tone, the pace so fast and rough that it left no room for coherent thoughts. The knot in your stomach twisted, sending waves of almost painful pleasure through you. Your entire body buzzing with his desperate movements.

“J-..J-..Jeno…” His name was the only word that escaped your lips, each thrust causing your voice to quiver.

Suddenly, he lifted you by your ass and turned you around to face the misty mirror. Both your reflections appeared hazy in the condensation-covered glass so he messily wiped it with one hand and then resumed his thrusting. Now, you could see the way your expression changed each time he hit that spot deep inside you.

He continued fucking into you relentlessly, whispering how you would remember the outline of his cock by the time he was finished. His saliva-slicked lips left wet trails on the skin beneath your ear. From this close proximity, you could even hear the soft moans he struggled to suppress. 

Suddenly, a thought flashed through your mind, and with a hoarse voice, you pleaded, "Jeno... don't cum inside."

He hummed against your hair but continued ramming into you, and for a moment, you thought he hadn't heard you. However, just as your orgasm swept over you, he pulled out. You sighed in relief and rested your forehead against the steamy mirror, seeking a few moments of calm.

But Jeno had other plans and wiithout giving you a moment to catch your breath, he turned you around and had you on your knees. You looked up at him confused until he aligned his cock with your mouth.

"Open wide," he said, and with no energy left to complain, you did as told.

You expected him to shove his dick into your mouth, but instead, he stroked it a few more times before releasing his load all over your face. Most of it landed in your mouth, but some also splashed onto your cheeks and chin.

"Swallow," he said with a commanding tone, a stark contrast to the way he gently stroked your face.

You complied, taking in as much as you could. You even used a finger to collect the excess and popped it into your mouth. Savoring it much like you did when you licked the ice cream off his finger. Jeno bit his lip, trying to contain himself before he fucked you thrice more against the wall.

“Go ahead and clean yourself, pretty. You got a lesson to finish," he said, adjusting his sweatpants. And with one last chaste kiss on your lips, he left the bathroom.

[buckyalpine]

Hiii! I love your stories and I would like to put a request?

I watched videos about social experiments of men forcing themselves on women to see if someone would interfere. There is this one where a guy in a bike, saw it and then fixed his hair to look intimidating and intervened.

Can you do one where reader is a reluctant participant of the experiment with her classmates and they kind of force her to the role is the girl? Then just so happens Bucky was walking around and saw it and just fixed his hair first to look more intimidating before he intervened.

Then they try to tell him its an experiment but Bucky didn't exactly liked it because reader is still upset so he goes and take her away.

It can be fluffy and has a smut on the end or its your choice! Anything would be great because you are a great writer.

I hope you can see my request! Take your time too. No rush love! 💕💕💕

OKAY THIS IS SO CUTE We love protective Bucky. Now make it protective College!Bucky. Readers "friends" are awful in this. Bucky is everything here. We live for that fluffy, emotional smut. Also I'm so sorry because I'm 10000% sure when you said take your time you didn't mean take over a year to respond. I hope you see you bb

"C'mon y/n, it'll be fine!" Danielle whined, dragging you along with the others, ignoring the discomfort on your face.

"Why can't one of you do it" You frowned, tugging at the hem of your skirt, shifting uncomfortable while your friends continued to drag you towards the park bench. They begged you to be a participant in a social experiment they were doing for class and insisted you wouldn't have to do much. They didn't tell you you'd have to sit through someone pretending to harass you the entire time, waiting to see if people would intervene.

"Because it'll look more real this way. One of us can't do it" She rolled her eyes, making adjustments to your hair while her group members set up a camera in the bushes out of sight. They roped in one of the football players on campus, Johnathan Walker, to take on the roll of the man harassing you just to keep it more interesting, wondering if people would stand up to a more well-known figure, especially one that was clearly physically stronger than most.

"It's not that big of a deal. All you have to do is look scared while John pretends to keep asking you out on a date. Maybe some cat calling. either way its all fake so you just have to act. Ugh, don't worry, Y'know he'd never actually ask you out, seriously, enjoy what you can here"

You sighed, your stomach already flipping with anxiety while she laughed, running off to hide, throwing a thumbs up to indicate they'd started filming.

"Hey pretty girl" the blonde winked, taking a seat beside you on he bench, inching closer to you when you shifted away. "What's a girl like you doin' sittin' all alone" He threw his arm over the back of the bench to get you closer, trying to pull you right beside him. You stiffened, looking as uncomfortable as ever but you weren't acting.

"Just waiting for someone" You made up an excuse, giving him another pained smile while he nodded, asking you for coffee next, talking louder than necessary, hoping to gain some attention from people walking by. You shook your head, getting up to walk away, the smirk on his face growing, clearly really enjoying this.

"Hey, come back" he called after you, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest to keep you from running off. His hand moved from your arm to your waist, sliding down until it rested just above your ass. More passer byers started to notice but no one stopped, every person glancing without wanting to get involved, especially when it came to the football star and a girl no one really knew.

"John, stop" You whispered just enough for him to hear, your throat tightening when he gripped you harder, smirking at your struggle.

"C'mon darlin', don't be like that" He laughed, grabbing your ass, your heart starting to hammer in panic. You pushed against his chest, desperately hoping someone would intervene but he only continued to hold you closer.

-

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair after just taking it down after a workout, his black hair tie sitting on his wrist. He took a long sip from his water bottle while walking to class, noticing a few hushed whispers among people as he passed the campus park along with a small crowd watching something from a distance.

"Please let me go"

He frowned at the scared pleading voice he heard, making his way over to make sure no one was hurt. His jaw clenched seeing the sweet girl he recognized from one of his classes clearly in distress trying to get away from Walker without a single person trying to help. He saw red watching Walkers hands roam, pulling her back each time she tried to run away.

-

"Just one date, it won't hurt-

"Get the fuck off her!" A voice boomed across the park making John flinch, his hand dropping as if you'd suddenly burnt him. Everyone's eyes shot up to a very angry James Barnes marching straight towards you and John, the blonde swallowing nervously, stepping away from you.

Danielle stopped filming, worried Bucky would actually throw John over the bench, his hardened eyes and clenched fists a bad sign.

"Guys! Hey, relax it's just an experiment-

"About what?! Actually harassing her? You're disgusting" Bucky hissed, glaring at Danielle, shutting her up instantly. Bucky stepped in between you and John, his large frame sheltering you from your supposed friends. "Can't you see she's actually scared and uncomfortable. You should've stopped as soon as she asked you to"

Danielle's cheeks reddened from embarrassment, too scared to say anything back to the man who towered over her, slinking away when he turned to John instead.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, I should beat your ass for what you just did to her" Bucky growled while John tried to straighten his shoulders, getting pulled back by his bestfriend before he could open his mouth.

"He's captain of the wrestling team and coaches MMA, just shut the fuck up and walk away" Lamar hissed in Johns ear, throwing Bucky an apologetic smile, dragging his friend before things could get worse. Your friends packed their things and scrambled away leaving your shaken, biting onto your lip to keep from crying.

"Hey, you okay?" Bucky cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that slipped out, his glare sending off anyone that tried to stop and stare.

"I'm-I'm fine" You said shakily, forcing a smile. "Thank you Bucky"

"Of course y/n" He spoke softly, wishing he could wrap you up in his arms so you'd feel protected. His heart broke seeing you continue to tremble, slipping his hand in yours, giving it a firm squeeze. "Tell me what you need, do you want me to walk you home?"

"Yes please" You whispered, grateful you had Bucky by your side, his stoic face, scruffy beard and shoulder length hair keeping everyone else far away while he kept you close to his side.

"Lets go" He nodded with a smile, knowing the way to your place after he'd walked you home plenty of times after you'd worked on papers together in the library. You pressed yourself into his side, your body relaxing when he moved to wrap his arm around you, strong, corded muscles holding you firmly. The walk to your place wasn't long; as soon as you reached the door, you felt a pang of sadness, already missing Bucky's protective warmth.

"What else do you need sweets, do you want me to get you anything? Coffee?"

"Could you-" you nervously fidgeted with your fingers, feeling silly for the request, deciding to drop in instead. "Actually its okay"

"Hey, no, please tell me, you know you can ask me for anything y/n" His baby blues pleaded with you while your eyes flicked to your feet.

"Could you stay for a little while? I- I just- I'm still-

"Of course doll, I'd love to" Bucky hushed your nervous rambling, happy to keep you company until you felt better. His cheeks blushed as he entered you home, already doing a poor job of keeping his composure together. He couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat when you gave him a shy smile, the secret crush he had on you making him feel soft and fuzzy. He'd had a crush on you from the first day you were assigned as study partners for a project and it had only gotten worse ever since.

He toed off his shoes, dropping his duffle bag by the closet while you both made your way to the living room. He didn't let you get up, telling you to stay put on the couch while he went to grab you some water. You put on one of your comfort shows, curling up into his side while he wrapped his arm around you, the scent of his body wash and something distinctly him making you feel warm and safe. You hadn't realized you kept kneading into his side like a kitten while Bucky chuckled, pulling the throw blanket over you, letting your legs sit across his thighs.

"Feeling better?" He whispered against your hair, still stroking your back an hour later. You nodded, having crawled into his lap at some point during the evening, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"I like this" you smiled, toying with his chain, the simple action making Bucky nearly swoon.

"Me too, doll" He kissed the top of your head softly, "Anything else I can do for you? Just name it, I can make you dinner, we can build a pillow fort, have a sleep over" He teased playfully, making you giggle. You nuzzled yourself further into his hold, wanting the night to last forever.

"Stay with me tonight?" you whispered, peering up at him through your lashes before flicking yours eyes away, worried you'd crossed a boundary. Bucky cupped your face making you look at him, his thumb sweeping across your bottom lip.

"Are you sure, sweets?"

"Please" you nodded, forgetting how to breathe when his eyes bounced to your lips before meeting your gaze again, his self restraint slowly crumbling. He bit his lip, squeezing your waist a little harder than intended to hold himself back, eyes growing wide when your soft mouth pressed against his. His lashes fluttered shut, hands moving to hold your face, desperately chasing more of your sweetness.

His tongue slipped between yours lips, lacing with yours as the kiss grew more heated, groaning as he moved you to straddle his lap with ease. He didn't intend to take anything further, happy to spend the night kissing you while watching movies, his arms wrapping around your body.

"I need you" You broke away panting, your hands clutching onto his Henley, seated again his thick erection impossible to hide under his sweats.

"How do you need me, sugar" Bucky rasped, unsure if thats what you needed, doing his best to keep his hard length from rubbing against you. He let out a shuddered breath when you shifted, bucking your hips in the process, wriggling on his lap. "Doll, you gotta stop that, or else I'll-

"Need you closer" You whimpered, your arms wrapping around his wide shoulders, burying you face into the crook of his neck. His heady scent made you want to sink your teeth into him, having never felt more protected, needing to feel all of him.

"Are-are you sure?" He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling your soft lips pepper kisses up his neck to his ear. He wouldn't have a single problem if you decided to say no, still doing his best to hold back.

"Yes, please Bucky need you"

"Can't have our first time together on your couch, baby" Bucky let out a breathless laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist, hoisting you up with ease, making his way up the stairs to your room. He laid you down before settling on top between your legs, lost in holding you again. Clothes were thrown off one by one between needy, desperate kisses, until you were both left completely bare. Your slick was sticky between your legs, covering your thighs, too impatient for anything else, just needing Bucky to fill you right up.

Bucky could feel your arousal coat his length, keeping it slotting between your wet folds as he dipped his head down to take your nipple in his mouth, giving it a gentle tug while cupping your other breast. His hips rutted on their own. taking his time to love on you, dribbles of precum wetting your clit.

"Bucky, please, closer?" You pleaded, spreading your legs further, gasping when his tip caught against your entrance, your nails digging into his thick shoulders. His fell around your face like a soft curtain, gently tickling your face.

"You sure you want this, you can say no baby" He said sincerely, stroking your hair, ignoring the way your cunt was pulsing and throbbing against his dripping cockhead, greedy for him to put it in you.

"I want you Bucky. I-I've liked for for so long" You shyly confessed, biting your lip while he cooed, tipping your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I liked you too, y/n" He whispered, his cheeks blushing at your sweetness, giving yourself to him, and trusting him when you were at your most vulnerable. "So much love, been crushing on you forever"

He held the base of his cock, the both of you gasping as he pushed the tip in, your pussy instantly welcoming him inside you, pulsing for more.

"That's it, open up for me baby, good girl" He whispered against your skin, inching his cock in, the delicious stretch causing your back to arch off the bed, pressing your chest further against his. "S'good, taking all of my cock doll"

"Wan-want all of you Bucky" you moaned, squeezing your thighs around his waist as he bottomed out, his balls pressed against your ass. "Oh my god!"

Bucky started to move, giving you slow, gentle strokes, his body weight grounding you while you took everything he gave you. He'd wanted to make love for you for ages, bringing his hands to lave with yours, pinning you against the bed while moving faster, his cock swelling further.

"You-you feel so good sweets, fuck you're so precious"

"I am?" You whimpered, your voice melting into a moan as he hit that sensitive spot that made your body tremble, pleasure and emotion causing tears to slip out.

"So precious to me baby" He wrapped his arms tenderly around your body, kissing your tears away, his pace growing sloppy. "My precious doll. I'll protect you from anyone" His voice dropped an octave, fucking you with the utmost passion, pounding you hard and fast. "You're mine now, not gonna let anyone every hurt you"

You hiccupped a sob, your cunt pulling him back in, fluttering around his throbbing cock making it impossible for him to last any longer.

"M'gonna cum doll" Bucky whispered, his back pulled taut, giving you deep strokes, the head of his cock sensitive, "You gotta cum first baby, m'gonna cum so hard for you" His hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing quick circles around your clit, pleasure crashing down hard and fast.

"BUCCKYY" You cried out, your body shuddering as you started to clench around his cock, causing him to moan loudly, stilling as he cock hardened.

"Oh fuck baby, m'cumming!" He spilled himself into you, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts until he was milked dry, collapsing on top of you while you carded your fingers through his soft locks. He spent the rest of the night cuddling you, until you fell asleep in his arms, with your legs tangled together until the sun rose.

He loved how you looked, as the sun streamed through the blinds, a soft pout on yours lips as he traced over your featured, admiring each one. You peeked an eye open before closing it again, giggling when he pinched your side.

"What else can I do for you, baby" Bucky gave you a cheeky smile, making your face heat up, smiling into his chest.

"More cuddles please?" Your voice was muffled, sighing contently when he pulled the covers higher, closing his eyes again.

"Wouldn't have it any other way"

[cvnt4him]

i would request monoma x reader bc I'm literally going crazy about him but idk-- OMG NVM MONOMA X KIND/SOFT READER

BITCH ME TOO WHEN I TELL YOU HE FR GOT ME FOAMING OUT THE MOUTH LIKE IM A RABID ASS DOGGGG.

You know you wrong as hell for that picture tho.. bc why he look so goofy, bones js doing my man wrong this season😞

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*˖°My heart.°˖*

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"I don't get what you even see in him, my love."

Mina scolds as she finishes crocheting your last butterfly loc into your hair.

It was 4 AM, you both had school in a couple hours and she had been doing your hair since 12 o'clock. Your head was pounding and was going to be throbbing for the next week. You can only imagine how bad it'll be once you put your hair into a ponytail...

You sigh from relief knowing that was the last braid you had to endure. She puts muse all over your hair, the soft yet cold air like foam covering your hair as she gently slides her hands down each braid costing it in the pleasant and calming scented hair applicator.

You stand and stretch deciding to just put your bonnet on without putting your hair up so you can just head straight to bed, not that you'd get much sleep since school started in like what less than an hour and a half? What's the point in even trying to sleep.

"he makes me laugh. he's a gentleman, he--"

"gentleman my ass."

She cuts you off with a scoff straightening up all of the things she used to do your hair, putting them away and washing the icky foam texture off of her hands.

"okay first of all, don't you ever in your life; he's a sweetheart, really he is. and I don't need you questioning my choices, you're like a sister to me so please for the love of God just fucking trust my choices for once, yeah?"

She hums and rolls her eyes putting her bonnet on and getting under her leopard printed covers. She sighs and wishes you a good night as you leave and head back to your dorm.

All you could think about while getting ready for school was how rude mina was. Sure he was quite unpleasant to your classmates but he's a sweet guy to you!! Well no.. he's just less of an asshole. You noticed that Everytime he would say some smartsss remark to your peers he wouldn't say anything even remotely bad to you. He wouldn't even look at you. It's like there was something about you that just made him go silent.

The way you looked at him however, that was a game changer. He would get all stuttery over his words and just get flustered to the point he'd live without kendo needing to assist. (Knocking his hardheaded ass out)

You figured he had a crush on you which you were completely alright with due to you reciprocating his feelings! He was so beautiful and rather charming in his own way. He was distinguished and quite dashing!!!

You had no idea how people could just say such mean things to him!!

You finish off your look with a silver necklace that makes everything pop so beautifully. Your many rings matching indefinitely. You wore a white turtle neck and a pastel pink plaid skirt with white opaque tights on underneath. Baby pink Mary Jane's accompanying your soft aesthetic.

Being in college was fun for you, the party's the sleepovers the random socks on other people's dorm handles. It was an interesting experience, one of the greatest parts about it was how you could wear whatever you wanted! No dress code, no uniforms just your own unique style!

You walked with a sway to your hips as you made it to your class, to your surprise seeing how there were different students there than normal.

You look around and see groans and laughter coming from somewhere, you turn your head out the classroom door to see some of your friend and peers angry and uncomfortable whilst a manically laughing monoma boasts about something.

Mina sees you and lights up nodding her head in monomas direction telling you in girl talk or whatever the fuck to "get your fucking man before I have kirishima walk him like a damn dog."Her eyes saying more than enough.

You chuckle which catches others attention, including monomas. He turns with a raised brow to see you, his eyes widening and a pinky tint slightly becoming visible on his features.

"hello, neito."

He clears his throat and turns to you dusting off his outfit and giving you a small grin looking to the ground, unable to hold eye contact.

"hi y/- ahem. Y/n."

His voice cracked whilst he tried saying your name instantly making him get flustered and asking a loud and entertained kirishima have a belly laugh.

Monomas turns to them and instantly shouts at them calling them "Imbeciles" and "incompetent losers" and such, the way he spoke with such sophisticated mannerisms was just amusing to you, even while arguing and being angry with people he disliked he still manages to not use foul language and be somewhat civilized. It's quite neat.

You giggle catching his attention again, he turns to you and bows his head lightly with a smile as an apology.

"what are you up to, neito?"

You ask with a tilt to your head.

"who me?! I- uhm-- y'know the usual, classes are just taking over my brain at the moment, haha!"

He jokes, making you giggle again. God you were so cute to him, the way you innocently giggled or laughed at anything, the way you dressed to adorably like an innocent little girl was oddly compelling to him.

"i see you've gotten your hair done. It looks very nice, y/n."

He says to you nodding his head to your hair, the way you had little sparkles raying off of it and how you had little star shaped clips in your locs just completes your outfit.

"awh thank you neito!! You're so sweet!"

You jump into his arms with a hug, snuggling your nose into his shirt. He blushed intensively, getting stiff and tense underneath your touch. You did such foul things to him, making him flustered and blushy like this. He never felt this way for anyone, he always wanted to be a hero and show everyone that he was just as capable of doing things his former class rivals could.

He slowly wrapped his arms around your shorter figure leaning his head down and resting it on your head, his nose burying itself into your locs and smelling the sweet smell radiating off of them.

It was an unfamiliar smell to him, yet it was so intoxicatingly sweet. Like he'd smelled it before, or like it was just something he couldn't resist. A smell he was sure he wanted to take over his senses all the time. For the rest of his life even.

The hug lasted quite some time, an angry kirishima faux clearing his throat to end the long hug. Mina rolled her eyes and nudged him, she didn't like monoma really, but if you had then she'd just have to thug that shit out. For your sake.

You pulled away first, having monoma realize where he was, which was not in a perfect mansion with a beautiful rose garden, white picket fence, and a golden retriever running around with happy and cheerful barks.

He looks down at you ass you peer up at him with beautiful eyes, the way they shine so brightly even without sunlight raying into them, the way you bat your eyelashes at him and smile innocently.

He blushed while staring deep into your eyes. Fuck he'd just imagined a whole entire life with you, making you his wife and you have his kids.

You were evil and putting him under your spell. Your evil, wicked, enchanting, perfect, beautiful, absolutely breathtaking spell. Wait what?!

He got flushed and hid his face with his hand as he looked away, his other hand still on your waist.

You put one of your hands on his neck causing him to snap his neck to look right back to your face. You look down at his chest and rub your other hand up and down it and slowly look back up to him. You smile and move your hand that was once in his neck to his flushed cheek.

He wss going to kiss you. Fuck he was actually going to kiss you, finally, after having a huge crush on you for all these years you were going to kiss him. He'd finally make you his!

"AHEM. So yeah uh, we have to get to class, right y/n? Wouldn't want kids to catch you guys Frenching in the middle of the hallway while classes are in right? Right?"

Kirishima interrupts, making up an excuse to get you away from him.

Mina face palms herself while pulling kirishima away from the two of you. Monoma watching while he gives kirishima an evil, shit eating grin. Kirishima was practically foaming out of the mouth like a raccoon with rabies.

You simply giggle before letting him go. No no no, that's not what was supposed to happen! Why'd you let him go?!

"he's right, we should get to class."

You say quietly, never taking a step back still being rather close to him, peering up at him with wide eyes and offering him a smile.

He sighs and looks away. He was extremely disappointed. Why'd that shitty shark toothed fucker have to get in his way? You were finally going to kiss him.

"but, we can hang out later, if you'd like."

"yes!-- I uhm.. yes, I would like that, if you would."

He answers quickly, before stumbling on his words and saving himself from eternal embarrassment, not that toud ever make fun of him. He was cute, and flushy. Most people didn't get to see him like that not even kendo. You were honored and wnsted to spend more time with him. So you agreed. The two do you made plans and agreed to meet and have lunch, he'd take you to see a movie and you'd go out on dinner dates.

He had so many plans for the two of you. And once you start dating you better believe you're not allowed to be around anyone without him, not that he's jealous.. he's jealous. He's so jealous, he hates anyone that's not him being in your presence. He loves you! More than anything and anyone.

He holds you with grace, being so gentle with you throughout everything. Making sure you don't have tod I anything, not lift a single finger. He holds you tight at night making you feel safe and warm. He loves matching with you, and eating with you, and doing anything to ensure everyone knows you're his. He isn't insecure or anything but he's not oblivious to the rather hot people that swarm your school. He has a hard time reassuring himself that you only have eyes for him!

You're so kind and nice to everyone it's hard to believe you're his girlfriend. Seriously, no one believes you two, but you are. You're his and he's yours. No doubt about it, he'd choose you over the world.

He loves showing you off, boasting and bragging about how cute you are, how you're his girlfriend and how no one can ever even compare to you. How your skin glows in the sunlight without any help. How you're so strong and are better than anyone who ever existed. You can be a bit of an airhead at times, he even teases you about it, but let someone dare say some shit about you, he's ready to throw words. Something tells me hes not the best at hand to hand combat..

Anyways, he loves you dearly, he makes sure to tell you constantly. He doesn't want you feeling like you're less than perfect. He has standard, rather high ones too, and you meet them to a tee.

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AN: this is x black!reader bc I js got my hair done and I've become kinda obsessed w him so. Yeah!!! I'm definitely making more monoma and tenya content bc they've recently been clouding my head. Anyways love laugh love monoma!!!

This is kind of all over the place so come back later for more and much better content including him.

[tomurawr44]

I have a request!!

Shiggy wins reader the giant plushie she wanted from the claw game of the arcade (he says it’s all rigged but she begs him to help her because he seems like the type to be good at these games “hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!”) and she watches his slender fingers skillfully move the controls and he wins the derpy giant plushie for her in one try.

But then she can’t stop thinking about how those fingers would feel inside of her, and wants to reward him…he’s probably the type to be into knee socks and plaid mini skirts…and she did want to thank him for the plushie…she’s going to rock this virgin’s world.

(Go wild with NSFW plz we’re all a bunch of perverts)

A/N: is it too tmi if i say i did what happened in this fic irl

Warnings: nsfw!! hand kink..finger suckling, face fucking, dangerous sex..

"So close...!" you groaned as you saw the plush fall out of the claw machine again, whining against the glass you pressed against the glass with your fingers clawing at it, sliding down before you rested against the controller. "Why even bother? all these claw machines are rigged y'know." he'd speak up, sipping on his drink while he watched you bent over the machine and crying about some ugly plushie. he was confused and thought you were stupid. as per usual.

"you don't get it! I need this thing and i need it now!" you whined like an immature brat as you stared at it, it was a derpy off brand hatsune miku plush, and it made you want to cry with frustration, with only a few coins left. you turned to him as he scoffed, his irritation only growing. "your blowing all your money on something we could get online for cheap." he stated while he looked around, you knew you looked ridiculous, you knew that you could just buy it but the experience, memories and the challenge is what makes it such a memorable piece to remember. that's why you wanted it so bad, plus, it was hatsune miku, who wouldn't want a hatsune miku plush? but he couldn't lie he found it a little funny. "besides, i could win that easy peasy, there's a bunch of tips i got from online." your eyes lit up upon hearing that, of course Tomura of all people knew how to beat a game meant for kids.

with the clack of your shoe against the floor, you gripped onto him by his shoulders with a pleading pout. "please Tomura please! i-I'll do anything i swear! I'll give you anything you want or a reward for getting me that plush!" you pointed at the derpy miku as he tried to hide the blush on his cheeks, anything he wants? a reward? life couldn't be any damn sweeter for him, and he gets to finally show off cool stuff he's saved from the internet. he pulls out his phone and looks for the tutorial video again before he places coins against the slot and the game music started beeping again.

he moved his fingers delicately, trying not to decay the machine as he fiddled with the joystick almost randomly as he rapidly tapped on the button, the way he handled the machine and the way his slender fingers moved against it made you bite your lip a little as you watched him, a dork in his natural environment. you could see his focused reflection in the glass of the machine as you snapped a quiet pic, god he's adorable. you watched him fail before he angrily put in more coins, rocking the machine a little as he handled it more roughly, mumbling curses while he tried for that miku plush again, the way he was so quick and rough made you stare a little longer than intended before you heard the victory music and the plush gently fall into the slot. a wide smile appearing on your face, he couldn't lie, it found it rather..cute.

"YES! yes! Thank you so much Tomura! i love it so much you don't even—" he stopped you with a cocky grin. he looked so nerdy doing this. "yeah, whatever. what's my reward?" you pause to think over it before you just smiled at him and locked arms. "a hug." was what you said but what really wanted to leave your lips was alot more than just a 'hug.' you could feel your underwear stick to your panties as you let out a small huff, smiling softly at him, poor boy doesn't know what's coming. he kept walking as he truly thought his reward for showing off his awesome hand-eye-coordination was just a hug. "I'll get Kurogiri to warp us home, he isn't home right now so i guess you can hangout awhile longer."

perfect.

when you arrived and stepped out of the purple fog, at the dingy bar, there was no one keeping it and it was empty as always, Tomura led you to his messy room as he plopped down on the bed and watched you cuddle the derpy miku plush. "why do you even like it so much?" he questioned while he ran his fingers against his neck while eyed you up and down with a curious look. "it's ugly, but cute, ugly cute y'know?" you giggled softly before putting it aside and crawling closer to him. "You still waiting on that reward?" you whispered as you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and brought his open hand to your breast. he immediately got the message and nodded his head reaching for his gloves before you stopped him. "no, not yet."

"what the hell do you mean 'not yet'? are you suicidal or something?" he looked at you as if you were stupid before you only giggled and brough his hands together, dropping his right one before you pressed the tips of his left fingers against your lips. "Maybe, not really thinking with my head here." you whispered before you parted your lips and licked them, watching him shiver before you began to slide his middle and pointer finger in and letting your tongue play against them. you let out a few soft moans as he watched you with eyes blown wide. his cock aching painfully against his jeans as he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "wh-what the hell are you doing..? i-..you know that-" He was cut off by the sound of you pulling away with a small pant, letting the pade of his fingers rest against the flat and soft surface of your tongue. "can't I appreciate these pretty hands in peace?" you chuckled. "You can't appreciate them if i dust you.."

"but you won't, right pretty boy?" is what you whispered before you slid his fingers back into your mouth, sucking on them like you would with a cock as you even pulled them barely all the way out before you swirled your tongue against the tips before sliding it all the way back in, letting drool leak down your throat as you maintained eye contact with him. he tried to reach down and undo his buttons, grabbing his dick and pulling it out as he jacked off to the sight of you doing that to him, letting out small moans and biting his dry lips while he stroked himself to the sight. "i-i fucking knew you were kinky but..this is new.." he tried to match his pace to your mouth as he felt like absolute heaven.

you pulled away just before he was about to cum, letting his fingers barely connect to your lips with a string of drool before you pulled him to stand up while you got on your knees. you saw him put on his gloves before he let his pants pool around his ankles as he shoved his needy cock into your throat. "G-gah! if this is– wh-what i get for winning...!" he groaned as he thrust into your mouth, grinding against you every now and then. "Fuck- take me to the arcade every weekend- please! let me win for you..!" he babbled as he thrust into your face, his cock sliding against your tongue as you tuned him out a long time ago and let him use you like a fleshlight. it didn't take long for him to shove himself as deep as he could down your throat before cumming, giving you no option to spit out or swallow, besides, who would be spitting him out? certainly not you. he panted as he twitched in your throat, watching you pant as he pulled away and let his saliva soaked dick rest on your face as it leaked remnants of his load onto your cheek.

"What do i get for buying you a cosplay?" he whispered as he looked down at you with a crooked smile, his cock pulsing on your face as you smiled back. this was going to be one..long and spoiled night for you. don't tell All For One why he blew his allowance on clothes that seemed so expensive, or Kurogiri for that matter.

—Ake 2024

[crimsoncandy04]

It's been a while.

You know what that means? 😏☺️

Time for The Unwilling Sex Slave of The Balladeer pt 4!

After putting your son to bed one night with Wanderer's help, you decide to stay up late and form a plan on how to see Aether again without rousing any suspicion from your partner as you just knew for some reason that he'd insist on tagging along which would make the entire trip futile.

Aether hated Wanderer being with you for some reason.

And you needed to know why.

Because as far as you knew, Aether was being unreasonable and Wanderer was just some dude. A little snappy and standoffish at times but it's not like those things were a crime to display. Right?

You had an idea. But it depended on whether or not your nearly shattered electro vision still worked. Last time you tried to use it you were hurled backwards as the force of any attack it made seemed to be too strong to wield.

You just needed to go outside and get far enough away that the elemental traces wouldn't be too obvious and no sound could be heard. You couldn't leave any trail whatsoever otherwise Wanderer would probably panic and come looking for you and just trigger Aether before you even got a word in.

You had placed your old vision in a small wooden box on your nightstand just in case of an emergency. Getting it was no big deal because Wanderer was still in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner even though it was late (He had spent so long just trying to get Makoto to go to sleep). It's not like you did much housework anyway since Wanderer always made it clear that you were considered physically disabled and making you work too much reflected on him poorly.

You couldn't understand why your friend disliked him so much.

Wanderer was so responsible and considerate. Especially when it came to the fact that you were still trying to get used to using prosthetic arms and legs despite everything.

Wanderer would be distracted.

But he wasn't oblivious nor stupid.

You had to really watch your body language tonight and your expressions.

You slid your vision in your skirt pocket and stepped out into the living room.

Wanderer immediately looked up from the kitchen sink as he finished scrubbing a small pot.

"oh? Do you need something? I thought you'd be preparing for bed right now. Is something wrong?" He asked pleasantly. Still eyeing you carefully though.

You shook your head as you feigned an exhausted look.

"no I'm fine. I just forgot to water the radishes out back. I just want to do that before I forget."

"i can do it for you. Just go to sleep. You look exhausted anyway. Don't worry it's no trouble for me. You should go relax."

His eyes bore into yours.

Oh he knew something was up.

You had forgotten how scarily perceptive and intuitive he was.

You shook your head again.

"sorry I didn't want to come out here and lay more work on you. It's just one little task. I won't even be outside for more than 10 minutes. You already do so much. Let me handle the gardening stuff." You lied.

Wanderer suddenly stopped what he was doing and began to walk over to you. For some reason this made you feel nervous for a second but to your surprise, he passed right by you and went to sit down on the sofa.

"Come here. We need to talk." He pat the seat next to him. You slowly went to join him. He sighed as he turned away from you and rested his elbows on his knees. His hands gripping fistfuls of his indigo hair as he seemed to be silently debating something.

He didn't look at you. But finally he spoke.

"I know you're trying to go see your friend. I presume it's to ask why he doesn't approve of our relationship?" Wanderer's voice lacked more emotion than you were used to.

It felt oddly familiar to hear though.

"yeah. I didn't mean to be sneaky. But I knew he probably wouldn't tell me the truth if you came with me. I just want to know why he refuses to get along with you." You confessed.

Wanderer gave me a long silence again before responding.

"I can tell you. Or rather...Lesser Lord Kusunali can. I'll take you to her myself. But just...I have only one request."

"what is it?"

"The truth about The Traveler's anger towards me right now... might cause you a lot of stress. Please wait until you've had the baby before you let me give you the answers to all of your questions."

His voice sounded so tired suddenly so... defeated in a way you couldn't describe.

"Of course. I trust you. I know you'd do anything to keep me and the kids safe. We're your family after all. I'll drop the subject for now and wait a little longer." You smiled reassuringly at your partner. But he just continued to sit unmoving as his breathing began to sound a little shaky now.

"Wanderer are you -?"

"Please go to bed." He suddenly snapped.

"What? But I -"

"I'm not mad just PLEASE give me a few minutes!" He blurted. You froze for a second.

Was Wanderer... trying not to cry?

You knew when to stop pushing people.

And so without another word, you got up from the couch and went back to the bedroom he and you shared.

Your heart breaking for the man you loved.

What secret burdens did he have to carry that he kept you unaware of?

***Time Skip***

Many months had passed since your talk with Wanderer that night. Things went back to normal pretty quickly much to your relief. And it wasn't long before you were welcoming a baby girl into the home either. Since you had already given your son Makoto a very Inazuman sounding name, you decided to give your daughter a common name from your own homeland, Fontaine.

You chose Margaux. A family name that once belonged to someone who cared for you greatly before your work took you abroad.

And my goodness was your Margaux just as lovely as the maternal grandmother you had named her after.

She had your natural little pout and a full head of gorgeous raven waves. However you were a little disappointed (but not terribly so) to notice that she had her father's blue eyes.

Why did your children seem to be allergic to inheriting your physical traits?

First Makoto and his deep violet eyes and hair.

Now Margaux and her ocean blue irises.

It felt a little personal that the lives YOU carried always seemed to prefer the appearances of their fathers at this point but you just laughed it off and cherished them both nonetheless.

But finally after several long months of resting and bonding with your new baby, Wanderer had kept his promise to you and asked you early one morning if you wanted to go visit the dendro archon still and learn the truth about him and Aether.

You quickly agreed as you believed knowing the truth would help you rest easier at night and quickly you got yourself and everyone ready to go out.

This trip would prove to be anything but restful.

Makoto held onto his father's hand as the four of you entered the surprisingly large and cavernous sanctuary above the akademiya. Everything was bathed in a tranquil soft green and white. With floral patterns designed into practically all aspects of the structure and interior of the throne room which rested in the very center. Large marble walkways suspending it over a large opening below.

You tightened your grip on the sleeping baby girl in your arms as you looked down and thought about the fall that could occur if one weren't careful enough.

A small voice suddenly chimed out happily.

"You're here! And you brought your family this time! I've been wanting to meet these little ones for so long now!" A tiny woman with porcelain skin and hair the color of moonlight suddenly appeared behind you all. Her bright green eyes stared and marveled at your daughter as she rested in your arms.

"So freshly introduced to the world and already such a vibrant dreamer. I think your daughter will prove to be quite imaginative in time." She reached up as you knelt down a little to gently pat Margaux's tiny head.

This was the dendro archoness?

She appeared to be but a baby herself as she turned and waved Wanderer over. Reaching out briefly to hug Makoto warmly as he scurried alongside his father's feet.

"Such a restless young one. So full of life. You should be playing more. After all, don't all living creatures once born into the world require the gentle embrace of the sun and its enveloping warmth as they mature into themselves?" She eyed Wanderer suspiciously but not judgingly so.

"Something tells me your father is very reluctant to let you be on your own while outdoors for too long."

Wanderer averted his gaze as he pulled Makoto back a little.

"Tch. He gets plenty of time to run around. The only problem is catching him."

The small archon laughed a little at this.

"Sounds like a wonderful and healthy little one to me!"

Finally she returned to the topic at hand as she turned back around to face you.

"I'm Nahida. I don't believe we have ever been properly acquainted until today but Wanderer tells me so much about you! You sound like a very sensitive and empathetic soul." Her next words made you feel a little uncertain.

"which is why before I return your memories to you, I want you to promise me that you'll try to keep a level head after you learn the truth. I don't usually ask this of anyone directly, but I'm afraid the things that were removed from your mind are far more unpleasant than you believe."

Your body felt oddly cold.

Why was everyone acting like this would be so terrible?

Surely the truth wasn't THAT bad...

Right?

Upon Nahida's request, you handed Margaux to Wanderer and followed her over to the center of the sanctuary. A floating green orb of light floated just above the ground before you. It appeared to be made of pure dendro energy as the little archon guided the glowing shape towards you.

"if you're absolutely certain about this, and feel ready, just lay your hand upon the memory. Everything should be made clear to you soon after." Her eyes held a small glimmer of sadness as she gazed up at you.

Well.

It was now or never.

You reached out and gently touched the lost memory.

Suddenly you were plunged into near complete darkness.

"Who does that bitch think she is?" A voice of a young man spat as he paced back and forth in the dimness of what appeared to be some sort of factory made of Inazuman architecture.

"She'll be with him. Like always. This time, I'll make sure, she knows exactly who she's dealing with this time. Teach her to respect those who are clearly superior to her!" The man's voice rose and fell with his words as if he was angry but also on the verge of insanity.

You could feel...a strange longing and feeling of inner turmoil emitting from his very presence.

It scared you.

But what scared you even more was when he turned around and you saw his face.

"Wanderer?" You ask confusedly. He says nothing. Clearly unable to hear or see you as you hear the sounds of footsteps charging to the area from an outer hall.

Suddenly you became aware of what was happening.

Scaramouche. The Balladeer...had taken you hostage not long after the point in time you were seeing. But why?

Was that feeling of longing you felt for him... for you? Then why did he do something so heinous?

And was kidnapping you always a part of his plans? Why?

The memory continued on as the world warped around you and became some place else.

A cold and sterile hospital-like room. With your unconscious body laying upon an old operating table. You were still you...

Gloved hands fell across your body's stomach as you lay in your unaware state of mind.

"to think that it was possible... and that... you were almost gone too..." The strained voice of the villainous young man uttered softly as he caressed your sleeping form gently. Lightly rubbing your belly and even leaning down to give your unconscious lips and the small swell of your lower abdomen a little kiss before he turned to leave.

Pausing in the doorway as if he was hesitant about something. Finally you hear him mutter.

"it's better this way." Then vanishing before your world shifted again and the dream-like memory went on.

You saw yourself crying with Aether telling him every horrible thing you endured at the hands of the man who had an unhealthy attachment to you. You saw your mutilated body in the arms of your friend.

He did that to you.

Scaramouche had ruined you.

A coldness filled you as you were almost forced to accept bits and pieces of information that infiltrated your brain. Gaps filling in, certain feelings and thoughts making sense as you felt yourself crumple to the ground.

Utterly defeated and so...so so...

Angry.

But also full of a deep and heavy feeling of sorrow as well.

Because now you knew...why Aether didn't want Wanderer around you.

And in this unstable emotional state, you realized you both deeply loved and despised the same man.

It was too much for you to handle.

So you were thankful when someone came to distract you, and as you sat in a whirling void of flashing memories, you heard your voice suddenly call out to you.

"Are you satisfied now?" The clone of the old unmutilated you asked bluntly. Her feet came to stop just inches from you as she knelt down to your level.

"not really. I feel like knowing all of this has given me more grief than understanding. How could I possibly go back to my normal life after this?"

"Easy. Don't. "

"i have to. What about Margaux and Makoto?"

"well that IS a problem huh?"

"You're not helping"

"no."

The old version of you got to her feet again as she helped you stand on your artificial ones.

"YOU aren't helping us. We both know what needs to be done now. You can't continue like this. But you also don't want to cause your family any unhappiness."

She reached out and wiped a tear from your eye that had fallen without your knowledge.

"It'll be okay. I know you love him. You love your family and your life here that you built from nothing. But..."

She took your hands gently in hers.

"Do you have any love for you?"

Your world went white again then. You thought you had ascended to celestia for a second before you opened your eyes and realized you were laying on the floor of the sanctuary.

You slowly sat up. The little archoness Nahida was still watching over you carefully as Wanderer stood close by attempting to comfort both of your children as he assured them that you would be okay.

"I don't feel so well right now..." You whispered as your head still whirled with emotion. You struggled to your feet. Slapping Wanderer's hand away as he attempted to try and help you.

He said nothing. Immediately drawing back with a mournful look in his eyes but also somehow... accepting.

"thank you Nahida. As much as I would love to spend more time here today and talk with you...I really just want to go home."

The tiny goddess nodded understandingly.

"I'm sure everything you just experienced was quite taxing on you in many ways. You shouldn't feel guilty about wanting to give yourself some rest. After all, most humans tend to crave slowness after experiencing one or two deep emotional scars in their lives. To have relived everything that burdens your mind in one day, I can't imagine how tired you must feel right now."

You said nothing.

Instead as tears fell from the corners of your eyes and rage burned in your heart, you used the final ounces of your sanity to just make it back home in one piece.

You tore off your shoes and jacket in a silent fury. Discarding them both at the front door not even caring about them or your surroundings as violent thoughts race through your mind and more bitter tears fall.

That BASTARD.

That VILE and DISGUSTING man.

How could he...what right did he think...why the hell would someone ever...

The thoughts began and ended in the same second. Because despite everything else this evil man had taken from you

Your freedom

Your body

Your friends

Your life

He had also withheld the truth from you

And took your heart as well.

A piercing and agonized shriek of azure fury left your lips as you kicked the bedroom door off its hinges. Stomped inside the room and just sobbed as you took your anger out on anything you could find.

You grabbed and tore into the pillows on the bed. Knocked over the vanity and threw the chair across the room. You tore everything from the bookshelf beside the fallen vanity and hurled it into the wall then screamed as you finally grabbed the box on the nightstand with your vision inside and chucked it through the window. Scattering glass everywhere as the whispers of concerned passerbys could barely be heard in your ringing ears.

You collapsed to the floor then. Your entire body is shaking as your anger adrenaline crashes finally. It's then that you simply sit in silence. You look at the torn up room and feel both shame and despair.

None of it was real. Yet it most definitely was.

The man you loved...was the same man who had abducted and tortured you...the same man who rocked your two children to sleep at night...was the same man who had your body butchered to his liking and impregnated you against your will...the same man who was so kind and attentive to you and your family...was the same cold hearted being who killed for minor inconveniences...

You wished you had never met him.

How could you go back to normal after this? How could you pretend that you are still comfortable with your abuser in front of your babies simply because they didn't know the truth and would wonder why their momma doesn't like their daddy anymore?

You couldn't do it.

You just couldn't.

A strange feeling of detachment takes over your mind. What could you even do now? He had known the truth and purposely wormed his way into your life as much as he could and why?

Was it perhaps that he did love you in some sick and twisted way?

Or more likely...had he just been obsessed with you and deluded himself into thinking it was genuine affection?

You couldn't look him in the eyes after this.

But what choice did you have?

You notice something underneath the bed suddenly from out of the corner of your eye. A small glass vial full of extracted flower oils, herbs, and two different kinds of rare but local seeds. Together the concoction was intended for pain.

Pain you usually felt some nights in your shoulders due to a botched amputation at some point in your past.

If only you had known that the person who brought you that had been the one who originally caused you to hurt in the first place.

You were needed to feel numb.

You didn't know what else to do. Perhaps a small swig of the good shit would knock you out for a few hours and help you forget about the nightmare you live trapped in.

You brought the vial to your lips.

Sipping a little then waiting a few minutes.

A small tingling sensation in your body.

Just like the feeling of electro being used to snuff out your ability to think properly.

You take another sip of the medicine.

Your head swayed but the feeling of helplessness remained.

Another generous swig.

Another.

Another.

Just please take the pain away.

Make it go away.

Please.

You feel sick. You feel like your heart is beating out of your chest as you hear the empty vial fall to the floor beside you but you don't see it.

You can't see anything.

If felt like you were dreaming actually.

But you were still awake right?

Your chest hurt. In fact it felt like it was getting harder to breathe.

It didn't scare you through.

It felt... relieving.

And wasn't that what you wanted?

You felt like you were falling asleep as you heard something like distant voices shouting for you.

But you weren't anywhere close to them. It felt like they were so far away.

Finally... you felt...free.

Free from The Balladeer at long last.

[your-next-daydream]

Alright I've been thinking...most likely to be cam boys in Obey Me? (Edited by @lanawinterscigarettes)

My top three are:

Asmo

Levi

Mammon

I mean it makes the most sense right?

(First time posting my erotica fics, let me know how I did! Might be more coming out depending on the feedback.)

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Asmo is very actively online and has several fans, we know this. Over the years he just thought it might be fun to try stripping down naked for his fans and giving them a show. After he started getting more popular for it and even receiving gifts, money, and even promotions he started having more fun with it. Eventually Lucifer got word of it and asked him forced him to shut it down. But from time to time you'll be able to find old videos resurfacing of him in pretty lingerie, bathrobes, or skirts. Him stroking himself while staring into the camera, the pretty moans he lets out for his adoring fans, or even him getting off to himself in the mirror. But he saves his true self for who he really decides to get it on with.

Meaning you get to see more than what he does for the cameras, more than just the sounds he restricts himself to, and more than he'd ever allow the public to see. For with the person he trusts with himself wholeheartedly with is the one who he is unashamedly himself with. He'll send you videos of himself getting off from time to time. Sometimes, he'll even ask if you'll film videos with him or take pictures. He still does his online videos from time to time, but he's gotten smart about it. He can be found on a website that you have to pay to enter instead of just posting them out there like he used to do.

He straight up just told you after a while and gave you access to his videos/photos himself. He wanted you to "have something to look at when you're in your bed late at night all frustrated, though you could just come see me instead~"

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Now, for Levi, you wouldn't think he'd have the confidence, would you? He partakes in the ones where it's just from his neck down. His channel grew quickly, a lot more quick than he was expecting. But a lot of demons, people, and maybe even angels love the appeal of a faceless cam boy. One who whimpers so softly and sweetly, one who reacts so lewdly to the praises in the comments, and the one who loves to be called a filthy pervert. He won't admit it but he does enjoy being degraded and he is a bit of an exhibitionist he's just shy about it.

Once he got with you he wasn't sure what to do actually. Fans started wondering why his content wasn't coming in as quick as it once did, he soon starting doing it more after that. It's a guilty pleasure of his, being in one of his most vulnerable states as he sees the views and comments pushing him on. He gets off to how many people see his stuff but aren't aware of the fact it's him.

The way you find out is him probably accidentally leaving a browser of his site open on his computer. Later you'll bring it up to him and he'll look away all embarrassed and blushing that you saw his content.

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Mammon will do nearly anything for the right price. Want him to dress up a certain way? Better pay up. Want him bent over or to show off a toy he's using better? You know what button to hit. He's a simple demon when it comes to this business. And hell if he isn't good at the content he puts out. Whatever brings in the big bucks right? He's already a model so him growing his channel won't be a problem at all. Until Lucifer catches wind of it, and just like Asmo that gets shut down fast. But what does he do? Blocks Lucifer and thinks that'll solve the problem once and for all.

Whenever he gets in a bind money wise he's already setting up the camera and slowly taking his clothes off for his viewers. The longer the stream goes on the more money he gets. Which means he will try to edge himself at first but he just ends up overstimulating himself. No one is complaining though with those noises he's letting out as he mainly forgets his embarrassment.

The way you find out for him is probably stumbling across it yourself since it isn't on a private platform. You make an official account that has a username he'd recognize and you donate a hefty amount as far as you can afford. After the stream when he looks at the people who donated the most, so he can see about charging for private videos, and he sees your user. The entire house hears his loud embarrassed shriek.

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Y2K

General Audiences | Crack & Silliness | Gojo & Nobara bonding for the JJK gotcha for Gaza

Satoru examined the options carefully. He pulled at the waistbands and material, testing for stretch; he hand-measured Nobara’s height and tried to calculate how much higher she was planning to grow; he pulled a pair from the rack and announced, “These ones. 100%.”

Nobara looked scandalised. “Those look like they were made in the year 2000.”

“That was a good year!”

“Why are they so skinny? Who dresses like that??”

“I have been known to-“

“And oh my god, there aren’t even any pockets, what’s the point-“

“I think it looks very-“

“It’s so painfully millennial, I can’t even-“

“If you don’t like it, put it back,” Satoru sniffed, handing her the jeans. She immediately shoved them back onto the rack and turned on her heel.

“Let’s leave before you embarrass me any more.”

OR: gojo & nobara go shopping ft. gojo being criminally millennial & nobara being criminally longsuffering

“Are you sure?" Nobara asked, staring down at the black card.

"Totally!" Satoru nodded, grinning down at her. "Have at it," he added, gesturing to the mall in front of them.

"No way are we doing this again," Megumi complained. "We literally went shopping last week."

"Rather you than me," Yuji agreed, patting Satoru's shoulder. "My hands still hurt from last time."

"The bags wouldn't even touch Gojo's hands, he'd be fine," Megumi pointed out. 

"I am the best person to have around!"

"No-one asked you two to come anyway," Nobara snapped. "Go and do something else if you're just gonna complain."

Yuji stared longingly at the Human Earthworm 5 poster. 

Nobara curled her lip. "We'll be over there if you want us," she said, gesturing to the second floor of shops. "But try not to want us."

"Woah, woah, I don't want to watch that stupid-"

"Come onnnnn, Fushiguro," Yuji whined. "Just this once?"

"That's what you said last time," Megumi sighed, letting himself be dragged towards the cinema.

"He never means what he says," Satoru tutted, watching his students bicker as they gradually got further away. 

"That's goths for you," Nobara agreed, as Megumi whacked the back of Yuji's head just before they turned the corner. 

"Isn't he, like, emo or something?"

"....Is there a difference?"

"No idea. Ask Nanami when we get back," Satoru advised. "For now, let's hit the shops!"

".....That was cringe."

-

-

“So, what are we looking for, exactly?” Satoru asked, trailing after Nobara as she walked purposefully past several shops.

“Clothes,” said Nobara, like it should be obvious. And it was, as far as it went.

“Those stores were selling clothes,” Satoru said, looking back over his shoulder.

“Ugly clothes,” Nobara insisted, continuing to power walk. Satoru had no issue keeping up – Nobara probably took two steps for every one of his – but it was slightly unnerving to have to up his usual languid speed in order to keep pace with a highschool girl. Shopping was clearly serious business. He wouldn’t know, he’d always refused to go every time Shoko had asked him when they were younger.

“I didn’t think they were that bad…”

Nobara fixed him with a Look. “They were that bad. Keep walking.”

He obediently kept following her, probably looking like some oversized duckling lost in a comically small shopping centre – Nobara’s favourite one, she said, but with the way she was acting it was hard to believe that was true.

She stomped past another few stores before finally hitting on one she liked; the cropped hoodie on the mannequin in the window made Satoru wince a little – what’s the point of cropping something meant to be warm? – but he followed her in, card in hand, fully prepared to buy way too many things he personally wouldn’t be found dead in.

Not that he was going to say that out loud.

Nobara made a beeline for the pants, insisting it wasn’t ‘skirt weather’ anymore and she needed something different. Satoru shrugged and prepared himself to stare at the socks for half an hour so he didn’t look weird standing in a girls’ clothes store, but Nobara had grabbed his wrist (well, the Infinity around his wrist) and was doing her best to haul him where she wanted to go.

“Gay people have good fashion sense, right?” she said.

“I wouldn’t know,” said Satoru, allowing her to guide him between the racks of maxi skirts. “Not sure if I’ve ever met one.”

“One what?”

“A gay person.”

For the first time, Nobara actually stood still. She stared at Satoru with incredulous eyes, dropping his wrist and looking like she wanted to headbutt him or something. “Are you for real right now?”

“I’m so for real right now.”

“Like, truly, genuinely, deadass for real?”

“If all of those words mean I’m telling the truth, then yeah. Truly, genuinely, deadass for real. But my ass would never die, it’s too iconic. Even when I’m dead, my ass will not-”

“Alright, that’s enough about your ass,” Nobara interrupted.

“Hey! Have some respect for your teacher!” Satoru complained.

“I have so much respect for you. I’m made of respect for you. Just not for your ass.”

“I don’t know how to feel about that statement.”

“Let’s get back to the topic at hand, then. What do you mean you’ve never met anyone gay?”

“I mean ….I’ve never met anyone gay?”

“I thought you were gay!”

Satoru stared at her. He hoped his confusion was visible on his face. “I don’t think so.”

“I could’ve sworn there was something fruity about you.”

“Um. I don’t….think….so?”

“You sound unsure.”

“You’re making me unsure!”

“Did you or did you not have a homoerotic situationship with your best friend in highschool?”

“How did you know about that?!” Satoru demanded, before he could stop himself.

“Ah-ha! Gotcha! Now come on and help me pick some pants.”

Now he understood why the boys had been so anxious to avoid tagging along. Nobara dragged him further into the store, landing in front of the jeans section and said, “Which ones?”

Satoru examined the options carefully. He pulled at the waistbands and material, testing for stretch; he hand-measured Nobara’s height and tried to calculate how much higher she was planning to grow; he pulled a pair from the rack and announced, “These ones. 100%.”

Nobara looked scandalised. “Those look like they were made in the year 2000.”

“That was a good year!”

“Why are they so skinny? Who dresses like that??”

“I have been known to-“

“And oh my god, there aren’t even any pockets, what’s the point-“

“I think it looks very-“

“It’s so painfully millennial, I can’t even-“

“If you don’t like it, put it back,” Satoru sniffed, handing her the jeans. She immediately shoved them back onto the rack and turned on her heel.

“Let’s leave before you embarrass me any more.”

Satoru shrugged; he’d thought they were fairly on trend, but there you go. Young people were fickle creatures apparently.

“Shouldn’t have bothered asking,” Nobara was muttering as she inclined her head to the shop assistants and speedwalked out of the shop. “Anyone could tell he couldn’t pick one. I can’t see his socks, for god’s sake, I should have known-“

“What’s wrong with my socks?” Satoru asked, offended.

“I can see your ankles,” Nobara said, like that explained anything.

“That’s how they’re supposed to be,” Satoru argued.

“Very much not,” Nobara told him. “They went out with Carly Rae Jepson and Gangnam Style.”

“Carly Rae Jepson wrote Gangnam Style??”

“No. She probably wore those socks, though.”

“I still don’t understand what’s wrong with the socks!”

“Did you have an animal print phase?” Nobara asked, looking at him like she was trying to stare into his soul.

“Nope.”

“That’s one point in your favour, I guess. What about the colour coral?”

“What’s wrong with coral?”

“Did you leave your fashion sense in 2010?”

“No! I’m very hip! And new! And fashionable!”

“The way you said that makes me think you aren’t.”

“I am!! Ask anyone you like!!”

“What is your relationship with pencil skirts?”

“I can confidently say I have never worn one.”

“Damn,” Nobara cursed. “That must’ve been a woman-only one. What about chunky highlights?”

Satoru gestured to his hair.

“Foundation lips?”

“Please, you think this skin needs foundation?”

“There’s only one way to settle this,” Nobara decided, grabbing hold of his wrist again. She spun him to stare at the rows of stores. “Which one would you go in?”

Satoru pointed.

Nobara almost fell to her knees. “That is so millennial I want to kill myself.”

Satoru gasped. “Is it that bad?”

“Very,” Nobara said solemnly. “We have to fix this.”

“By….shopping?”

Nobara beamed. “How did you guess?”

-

-

“Woah, you guys have been busy,” Yuji greeted an hour later, meeting Satoru and Nobara outside of the mall.

Megumi inspected the bags. “Most of these are men’s stores. Trying something new, Kugisaki?”

“Nope!” Nobara leaned in conspiratorially. “Gojo is.”

“Did he finally realise he’s horrendously out of touch?” Megumi snorted.

“MEGUMI, YOU TRAITOR!” Satoru wailed. “See if I ever give you money again!”

“I’m sure you’ll get over it.”

A03

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♡ - drunken nights pt.1 | pt.2 (coming soon...)

[ex!gojo x gn reader]

n | sfw. angsty. pathetic gojo (lit rally saurrrr bbg). mentions of alcohol. idk what else to add??? this is a fic so it's gonna be kinda long yall!!!

read under cut!!

Gojo wasn't a heavy drinker.

When the two of you were still together, he'd never drink. What reason would he have to drink? Besides the occasional celebratory shot of soju- Gojo would like to say he was a sober man- minus the times you would have to work him through his awful hangovers in the morning.

But that was then. In the past, before everything essentially went to shit. Before the two of you had split up and 'moved' on. After the break up, Gojo would find himself drinking more in order to drown out his sorrows, to quash down any memories of you- but god was it hard, when practically everything reminded him of you. Some days he would have to physically stop himself from calling you- lest he gets blocked.

The fact he hasn't yet puts some hope in his heart that maybe if he needed you, you'd pick up. But when he spent every waking hour needing you- the urge to dial your number got harder to resist every damn day.

It had been months since you had dumped him, six months to be exact, exactly half a year and even he had no idea how he was coping, how he still could go on with his day as if everything was normal. But at least, he thought to himself, he hadn't caved in. Hadn't done something stupid these dreadful months and hadn't ended up disturbing you after making it explicitly clear that you were over, that you didn't want anything to do with him. The very last thing he wanted was for you to hate him, to hold him in such low regard in your eyes that all that clawed up in your mind was dreadful memories.

So Gojo would keep his distance, in hopes he could keep the relationship amicable, even though you hadn't spoken since that damned day.

But of course, nobody was perfect- even Gojo.

He wasn't even sure how he got here, one minute he was at the bar- spilling all his heart-related woes to the poor bartender, consuming drink after drink, his mind becoming more clouded and his movements sluggish and the next thing he knew he was right in front of your door, standing in the rain, contemplating whether or not he should knock. And of course, the irrational stupid part of him won out as he knocked, heart catching in his throat as he waited.

What was he doing here? Fuck. He should turn back while he could, whilst you were reaching the door. Were you reaching the door, did you know it was him? So you wouldn't open up? The very idea made him bite his pink lips in trepidation, eyes skirting around as if trying to see if anyone could see the strongest sorcerer in such a state.

Before he could even think of knocking again, the door swung open- and it felt as if time itself had stopped.

There you were, heaven itself- staring at him as if he was a ghost, pupils wide and mouth slightly agape.

Then you quickly schooled your expression from shock to neutrality, crossing your arms across your chest, eyebrows raised in a silent question.

Any hope he had had quickly died after being subject to your cold and apathetic gaze.

Lips trembling- either from the rain or nerves, he couldn't tell- white eyelashes fluttered delicately as he sniffed pathetically, waiting for the verdict.

Droplets of rain cascaded from snow strands, dripping onto his hoodie and making his face sheen with slick. A light blush dusted his cheeks, accounting for how wasted he was.

"Why the hell are you wet?"

"Huh?"

"...I thought rain didn't affect you."

Oh. Now that he was thinking about it, since when did he allow Infinity to let the rain in? Some lame attempt to gain pity points? Maybe if he got a cold, you'd let him stay, take care of him, like you used to.

"Gojo, what are you doing here? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Time? Did that mean if he had come in the middle of the afternoon you would've let him in? Shit, he should've gotten drunk near one! Blinking rapidly- Gojo attempted to think of something to say, but truth was he didn't know why he was here, whatever reason or excuse he could possibly have. He might say the wrong thing and you'd slam the door in his face, leaving his pathetic ass out in the rain. Although he wouldn't be entirely upset, especially considering he was able to see you again- in person, since he had opted to revisit all the videos he had of you saved in his camera roll since the break up.

"Didn't know where else to go..."

If he was anymore levelheaded, he'd probably cringe at how stupid he sounded- crawling back to his ex like an idiot, hoping that they'd let him back in their heart. Standing in the rain like some lovesick puppy.

You should've closed the door. Hell, you shouldn't have opened it in the first place. If you knew it was Gojo beyond the threshold, you would've barricaded yourself in- ignoring his entire existence. You detested the way Gojo could make any rational thoughts in your head go poof! Entirely dissipated. And even now, six months later- you couldn't help that warm and fuzzy feeling that pooled in your stomach whenever you saw him.

It did not help in the slightest that Gojo looked the way he did, face flushed- lips pulled into a small pout and eyelashes lowered as rain slid off them. If he wanted to give you a pathetic display so that you'd let him in, it was most definitely working.

"P-please, I'll leave...just..."

Seeing him struggle to form a proper sentence was the last straw. So, with a heavy, resigned sigh, you turned back around and walked deeper into the house.

Gojo stood there for a minute, tears pooling at his eyes as he thought that you'd left him, lips wobbling violently-as if he was barely reigning in a broken sob, this was an outward sign of rejection- before it had registered that you left the door open- you were letting him inside.

Before you could change your mind, he had quickly entered your home, locking the door behind him- heart hammering violently against his ribcage as he leaned against the door, still in a dazed sort of state.

He was in your house.

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Holding out my hands to learn more about Volga and your new character 👐🥺

I just saw this goddamit 😭 i shoulve posted volga stuff in reply but oh well. heres noam!!

[...] At that moment I was really scared. I couldn't see his eyes, only the light from the torches reflected in his glasses. I couldn't make out the expression on his face, but I could hear Pascal (?) and Marcus (?) snickering (edit.: Most likely Aletus' older students mentioned earlier). I couldn't breathe, I was lying on all fours on the cold sand. A desolate nocturnal desert, drowning in my own blood. [...]

[...] Okay, a-ha-ha! I'm sorry. I'll try not to get off topic again. The truth is, I didn't feel any pain at that moment. But there, somewhere under my left rib, where the little bloatflies (?) had once fluttered, was now stabbing painfully. Betrayal, maybe, but the word "betrayal" implies that the person betraying was at least for a second pretending to be honest. I... ugh... [...]

[...] It wasn't even... that he wanted to fucking kill me! He wouldn't even listen! He didn't even fucking know I would have stayed if he'd said no. I wouldn't ever left him and Inga. I... never would have. But I understand why he refused to run away with me. [...] Maybe, there's something romantic about it. Well, that his first reaction was to kill me. I'm flattered to think that he loved me so much that he wasn't willing to let me go, under any circumstance (edit. Henry is still suffering from serious bloodloss. Reality of the situation may be perceived differently by him). [...]

[...] He was so charming when it came to his favorite Italian books. And when we talked about Inga. I hope she's okay. I'll kill that bastard if she's not. [...]

[...] I honestly don't know why I was stripped. Maybe so that guys like you (edit.: Followers of the Apocalypse (?)) would find my corpse and not immediately realize there was an execution, dump it as a random raider victim. Probably. [...]

[--] Henry. Henry Paradaimu. I'm from Vault 14 (?). I'm a surgeon. [...]

[...] Well, now you know. Practiced at our camp while I could. Then the boys in skirts (edit.: Caesar's Legion) came running in, dismantled and burned almost all of our equipment, labeled us "savages" and took us as slaves. As silly and ridiculous as it sounds. If it weren't for the women. God, Lydia... (?) [...]

[...] I won't tell you anything you don't already know. I wasn't a high-ranking officer there, I was a medic. No matter how high you put Eric (edit.: Aletus of the Boneyard) he's nobody there either. He will of course tell you otherwise, he-he. [...]

[...] I was a slave, Ms. Tennor. Do I look or sound like a man who would do that willingly? [...]

[...] Thank you for everything you've done, truly, but fuck you. I mean it. I won't say more. (edit.: A new interview is scheduled on April 7. A list of topics will be attached to the form. Don't forget to ask about Sallow!)

[naoa-ao3]

Rights and Wrongs

A night time stroll takes a sharp turn and John finds himself witnessing a politician's last moments.

There's a light breeze blowing as John takes an evening stroll. It lifts the smoke from the end of his hand, away from his cigarette and carries up it into the air. Carries it away from him and into the unknown.

He watches the curling whisps disappear into nothing and feels content for a moment in just smoking and watching but of course life is never that easy and it never stays so simple. The smoke has to go somewhere.

He's approaching a bridge when he stops, seeing someone up ahead.

He squints and then his blood runs cold.

There's a woman on the ledge, poised to jump and somehow in the dark it's more jarring and otherworldly.

She's staring down at the water and for just a split second he thinks of turning and leaving but he doesn't. Instead he stops behind her and looks up at her.

"Nice night for it." He say's, lighting another cigarette before he's even thought about it.

His hand only shakes a little.

She turns and he sees with some surprise that she's well dressed and older than he'd imagined. She's still lovely though and her legs are shapely for her age. She looks down at him. "It is, isn't it?" She say's.

He doesn't really know what to make of that and so instead toes the ground. "You alright then?"

She smiles and then laughs and it's cultured and intelligent. "I'm on a ledge." She say's. "Don't I look it?"

He nods and suddenly doesn't know what to do with his hands. He puts the one holding the cigarette to his lips. "Suppose so. Think it will solve anything?"

She laughs again. "No but it's alright. It's too late now anyway."

"Too late?" He asks, looking at her heels. They look expensive and his eyes travel up her legs to her skirts. She's still very shapely for an old broad, probably was gorgeous when she was young.

"Oh yes, much too late. I'm out of office tomorrow you see and they'll be gunning for my retirement next. Miles has already started planning the party."

He hesitates, unsure of what she means. "You don't wanna retire, then?"

The breeze blows her skirts towards the water behind her. "No but like I said, I'm out of office tomorrow so it hardly matters what I want."

He shrugs. "You a politician then?"

She nods and looks up at the sky, eyes bright. "Yes, my entire life. I did everything right, you know. I absolutely did. I did it just the way I was supposed to but now. . . none of it matters."

He shrugs again. "I don't know if that's exactly true." He wonders why he's trying this at all. Why he's even bothering because in an instant there might be nothing left of her. He doesn't need this on his shoulders.

She laughs. "Oh I do." She say's. "It's true. Tomorrow there isn't going to be anything that matters." She smiles to herself. "I'll get up and it will all be over. . . You know, when I was a little girl I thought I was going to be the first woman MP from my home district when I grew up but then I did grow up and I found out I'd been beaten to it. . . so I thought fine then, I'll be the first woman PM but then of course Thatcher was the first PM. . . I was too late to that too. . . to everything."

An MP.

He can't place her but then he hasn't ever tried to memorize the faces of politicians. Why would he? They wouldn't have cared to know his face any more than he theirs.

"I made all the right deals. I put everything behind my country and work. My husband used to complain but it was all worth it in the end. I had a good run."

She sounds like she's talking to herself now.

He just looks at her and doesn't know what to think. Mostly he thinks she should come away from the ledge,

"So why stop now?" He asks, swallowing dryly.

She doesn't look at him. "It's over." She say's again, shaking her head. "It's all over. It was only until I was done in office. That was always the plan."

He blinks. "What was?"

She laughs. "We do arrogant things when we're young. We think we have all the time in the world. I did, only I thought I was clever. I thought I had it all measured out. All figured out but there are things you can't control, you know. There always are."

He feels a chill creep across his back and spread down his arms, he feels clammy now.

"I worked hard, I stayed on the right path, when all of my friends in college were growing their hair out and protesting, I kept working. I liked The Beatles too but I didn't let it ruin my sensibilities. They all turned liberal and started dreaming. I thought, well alright. Some one has to run the country."

He winces, not entirely sure he's sympathetic to her.

"I worked and got the jobs I needed to move up. I did everything right and now it's finally over. All's fair I suppose, in the end." She trails off.

He stares at her. "What did you do?" He asks.

She huffs a little, still laughing. "I made a deal to get me all the way to here. All the way to my last day. I did everything right to get where I am."

"Your soul?" He asks, a little turned off now.

She nods, looking at him with bright eyes. "I proved it to everyone and got where I am today. I'll retire with laurels. I'll probably even get a plaque somewhere with my name on it too after all this. Silly, don't you think?"

He just stares at her, this woman is. . . she's wrong if she thinks suicide will save her from her fate. If she's really made a deal. . . really bartered her soul. . .

"They'll still get you, you know?" He say's, looking at her with some pity. "You jump and they still get you."

She nods. "I know but it's on my terms and I prefer doing things on my terms." She sounds almost apologetic. "I always did."

"Right. Well. . . what's the point then?"

She looks at him and it's her who looks almost sorry for him. "What's the point?" She asks. "Why. . . all of this. This country, everything I did was for my country. For England. . . all those years. When I started my career we were wasting thousands on housing reforms and trying to clear away the prewar country. Now. . . At least I leave office with England belonging to England again."

He think's she's talking about Brexit and just stares at her. He thinks that he doesn't really like her.

He thinks she doesn't have his vote.

"I'm proud of my career. I handled diplomatic relations with Northern Ireland fabulously under Margaret. That was one of my first major jobs. I loved it, political relationships. . . so complicated. . . so many games to play. . ."

He's still a moment. "So why make the deal?" He asks. "Sounds like you would have made something of yourself even if you hadn't."

She laughs and slides out of her heels then, toes flexing in pale stockings, shapely legs relaxing. "Oh probably but I'm old! it was hard for women back then. It isn't like it is now. Feminists talk like it is but it isn't and between you and me I never had much use for that sort even back then. You never saw Margaret catering to those people."

He just frowns, she's on a ledge and arguing over dead prime ministers isn't going to solve anything in particular. Just the same, she was on first name terms with Thatcher. . . that doesn't impress him a whole hell of a lot.

"My father never expected it of me. Maybe that was why I was so determined." The woman say's- the politician say's. "It was never about proving anything to myself. Just him, just daddy. It's funny, after I'd done everything I was supposed to and thought I could finally please him. . . he told me I'd not learned kindness." She shakes her head. "Father's are funny like that. I was a junior minister at the time and he told me I still wasn't enough."

John doesn't want all of this information, it's strange and unpleasant to hear, it makes his skin crawl, a mix of the voracious political beast and a real-live human being.

He looks at her and sighs. "So you went and got a little extra help?"

She nods, looking out at the black water again. "Yes, it seemed the thing to do at the time and I was angry. Everyone was. . . changing around me. . . the world was changing if you can believe it. I didn't want to get swallowed up."

He thinks about all of the years she must have been in government, doing her small piece to keep Britain going and wonders how much farther they'd be ahead if she hadn't.

From slum clearances to Brexit. Over fifty years likely and here she was, a curious, shapely relic from the past- her last seconds ticking away around her. Damocles' fabled weapon over her head.

A long ago deal come to collect.

"I fought retiring. I couldn't imagine myself doing nothing. . . puttering around some country estate and reading the news each morning in the paper." She shakes her head. "No, that's never been for me but I'm being put out to pasture now."

"Aren't they going to throw you a party?" He asks, speaking meaningless words.

She shrugs a little. "Oh, I suppose so but what use is it to me? I was never big on the socializing aspect of politics. I liked getting in the dirt with the boy's, not playing in the sandbox."

There's the faint feel of electricity in the air and she checks her watch. "It's all over now. Midnight and I'm out of office. My career complete and now I'm nothing but an old woman."

She is an old woman now and he can see that in the orange lamp light around them. He's afraid suddenly of what she's going to do and checks his own watch.

Five until midnight.

He swallows. "Look, maybe you should come down. It's not going to make a difference in the end."

"Then that's every reason to stay up here, isn't it?" She asks, something like humor creeping back into her voice. "I've had a good run, it's up to the young Turks now. Let them pave the way for England or sink her if they must."

"You're really not coming down then?" He asks.

"No, not your way anyway."

She smiles.

His heart beats cold and fast.

She steps closer to the water and his hair is standing on end, he wants to grab her, awful and hollow as she is he doesn't want to witness this but she's too far out now for him to get to her.

One wrong move and they're both dead.

"When I took office I could only think of a poem by Sir Cecil Spring-Rice. I quoted it that day. 'I vow to thee my country, all earthly things above' and I have."

He looks down, he thinks he might have heard it before but he can't place it. Something taught in school, something to sing and wave flags to. To bury the dead under. Something from long ago.

"Ah, it's all over now." She say's, looking at her watch this time. "It's been lovely talking but I really should be going."

He looks at her and then at the water and then suddenly she walking out into nothing, stepping off the bridge and he can only run to the railing, stomach lurching, chest seizing just in time to see a fiery, orange chasm erupt out of the water, swirling flames of liquid fire that churn and swallow her up whole like a blinking eye.

It's gone in only a second and so is she and he's left feeling the unnatural heat still searing his face and the stink of it in the air.

There's a quiet pair of heels on the ledge where she'd been standing, tucked back, toes neatly pointed in the same direction. Expensive labels now clearly visible.

He stares at them and knows there was nothing he could have done.

He stares at them and feels somehow helpless. It's over. It's all over now too and she's gone. The relic is gone, whatever she had been. . . whatever she'd done. . . she was gone now and him. . . if he wasn't smart. . . if he wasn't fast and clever and. . . he's made some deals too in his life, hasn't he?

He shivers.

The world is left empty where she had stood but for a single pair of shoes. Funny how that went and he can only stare at them as he thinks of fifty years of politics and one woman's scheming.

He doesn't even know her name and in the end supposes it doesn't really matter. Politicians all have secrets and deals and for once one of them didn't get away scot free.

One of them finally had to pay her dues.

He shakes his head and goes home, leaving the river and the shoes there.

In the morning he checks the paper and see's nothing. A day later there's a report of a body found in the river and a day after that a memorial for a dead politician.

Forty years of service down the Thames.

He reads it over, a list of accolades and laudations. Survived by the husband who'd complained, a legacy of cutting social welfare and dismantling the NHS.

He just feels blank, remembering her legs and the sound of her voice.

The memorial line is the same as she'd quoted.

Songs of Praise.

"I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,"

He feels numb even after rereading it. He hadn't known her but thinks she sure had gotten her half of the deal, whatever that had been.

Now hell had theirs.

Each there own, he supposes.

Either way, there's a pair of shoes on a ledge on a bridge somewhere and he doesn't go back that way for a very long time.

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 16:

"Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?"

Gurney | flatline | "Don't go where I can't follow."

Fandom: Ducktales

Prompts used: all

So didnt think this was gonna go where it went but uh, it did. Based heavily on a tumblr post/story that did it way better than me, but some angst none the less. However as with most all my stories, the whole… clone thing? Yeah… nah. April May and June are their own birds and typically based off of the Legend of the 3 cabs show versions of them. So 🫶🏻

TW for temporary character death, near death experiences, implied child abuse, and children in dangerous situations.

…

It's dark. 

Quiet, the world was full of noise at all times, but this, this was the absence of everything. 

A glimmer of golden moon light, he looks towards it, a familiar scene plays out before his eyes. 

Donald, maybe 6 years old, is wandering around Grandma Ducks farm, looking for something- no someone. He's still wearing the stiff material his parents like to put him in, which means he'd- no they'd- just been dropped off. He finds Della lying on the roof of the barn, skirt already covered in hay and dirt, hair pulled down from whatever hair do their mother had insisted on. 

"You know Gramma doesn't like us up here." Donald's voice is hoarse from disuse, but his sister has always been able to understand him best. 

"I needed to be somewhere high. Above their reach." Della responds, and older Donald remembers this. Remembers how angry his sister had been that day, how their parents had been insufferable. Tufts of hair and feathers had been pulled as they were made 'presentable'. "Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?" She finally asks, hand reached out to him. 

He doesn't hesitate, taking her hand and laying beside her. They stare at the sky, matching bruised wrists pressed together, and forget. 

Donald thinks about the couple years after that, before they moved in with Uncle Scrooge, and how many times they felt lost until they could look up at the sky together and simply be. 

The golden glow takes on the slightest hue of red, like a sunrise over a pile of treasure, and Donald really has no other options in this black nothingness, than to watch. 

He's older, maybe 12, and they're on an adventure. It's a rare one, Gladstone and Fethry allowed to join, and Donald can see his younger selves anxiety as the threes antics play out. Uncle Scrooge, for his part, is trying to figure out a riddle of some kind to get the entrance open. 

Fethry is the one to actually figure it out, giggling with glee when the rock slides away to reveal the entrance. Scrooge is mildly impressed- though he wouldn't show it of course- and Donald ruffles the boy's hat/head in his place, Della whooping and Gladstone groaning out a 'finally' even as he grins at Fethry. 

They head inside, following the old man's lead as he makes his way carefully, torch held high- because why use a flashlight?- and open book in hand. Some legend or other, some treasure he had to have, on an adventure he had to prove he could do. Donald didn't mind it, really it could be fun and he loved learning new stuff- Fethry and Della are messing around, a foot steps where it shouldn't, Donald is in front of them before he really thinks about it. 

Something always went wrong. 

Seeing it from the outside is strange, watching his younger self get punctured by several arrows. At the time he hadnt been able to take in his families reactions, and the aftermath had been lectures and the likes, but seeing it now… seeing Uncle Scrooges terror as he rushes back, Della and Fethrys screams he hadnt heard over his own falll, Gladstones paralyzed form as terror wide eyes stared at Donalds fallen form. He gets to watch the panic and fear and tears, from the temple all the way to the nearest hospital, how they all try to follow the gurney and are held back. 

Donald hadn't realized they'd cared that much… Was it like that everytime? Or… just in the beginning, when they didnt use these things to their advantage? Donald knows it's gotten better- after so much worse happened first- but he wonders… right now, are they worried like this, or are they there at all? 

Della had always assumed their times would come together. Even when she was on the moon, she figured she'd live and miraculously drop dead as Donald did on Earth and they'd reunite in the beyond and yell and hug and-

Or… as a kid, she worried it would end in a hospital before his time. He'd be injured because of her or another family member, and they'd all be gathered- or so many missing, why did they always leave when Donald needed them most?- around a too still form as a heart rate monitor flat lines in a high final tone. 

Her heart has yet to calm, she's staring blankly before her, at a machine meant to destroy all adventure- meant to destroy her family- and yet… the only one missing is her brother, the duck ready to sacrifice himself for his loved ones at any given moment. The one who was dropped into an angry red ball of lightning, even after Scrooge signed that damned contract. 

The machine was shut down moments after, moments too late, and the rage that had overtaken Della in that moment… figures she’d understand Donald after he was…

The ensuing battle was a mess, Della had seen red for most of it, Donalds bandmates had shown up to save Scrooge from a direct blast from the sword of swanstentine, and Louie and Huey had found a hole in the contract, and the family had won- 

"Where's Uncle Donald??" Dewey is the first to ask, his brothers look around,

"He was on the platform with you guys wasnt he mom?" Huey looks imploringly at the adults before him, and Della falls to her knees. 

"Mom!?" 

Scrooge places a heavy hand on her shoulder, eyes teary as he tries to look at the children slowly gathering before them. 

"Yer Uncle… well he-" 

"No. Nonono, don't finish that sentence." Louie cuts him off, eyes wet and lower beak wobbling, "It's Uncle Donald. It's ridiculous how much he can go through and still come back. We need him so he has to be… he's fine!" Huey and Dewey are on either side of him, Webby has his hoodie squeezed in her fist, Violet and Lena are behind her, Gosolyn and Boyd inching closer to Dewey and Huey respectively. 

Everyone else is closing in behind them, those who understand looking lost and shocked, and looking back at the machine like he'd just… waltz out of it. 

Della sobs, something deep and bitter and broken, a wail so loud her ancestors must feel her pain. The clouds had dispersed with their victory, the sun mocks her as tragedy shakes the unshakable family. 

"Della? Whats wrong?" The crackly voice is unmistakable, Della fears she is hearing things, that she'll find his ghost when she lowers her eyes, but Scrooges gasp,

"Donald Duck." 

"Uncle Scrooge. What's everyone doing? Did we lose?" 

Donald is being supported by José and Panchito on either side- Della hadn't seen them leave, just as she hadn't seen them arrive- he looks drained, a gray tinge to his form and darkness beneath his eyes. He'd only been gone a few moments but he looks like he went through hell to get back- and well maybe he did. 

Della stumbles towards him at full speed, sure the others are right behind her, and tackles him to the ground. He wheezes, feeling too thin beneath her arms, but hugs back just as tight,

"I swear Donald, never do that again! Don't go where I can't follow. I… can't do this without you." She whispers it, a moment for them alone, voice trembling as she buries her teary face in his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry. I'm here now." He runs a hand through her hair, one more long moment before she moves and a pile of children replace her. 

"Uncle Donald!" The chorus is music to his ears, he'd thought he'd never hear it again. 

He thought he'd drift in a black void, his thoughts his only company, forever. He felt weakened with every memory, sucked dry and hopeless as he realized his many mistakes and had his trauma bared before him. Seeing José's glowing green eyes had startled him into a squawk he hadn't realized he could release in the silence. His shadow form was practically invisible with no light to define him, but his hand had led Donald home. What had felt like a lifetime, had been mere minutes, but he was glad he didn't miss too much. He wanted to see the- his- kids grow up. 

And give this whole family thing another shot.

[loveinkfanfics]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

I mean I need at least a whole paragraph, girl. Why u playin?? 😁

Hahaha so I've been playing with this little one shot of Juice and Angela on her first day at the office so between "Hands All Over" and "Overexposed"...and it is waaaaaaay over a paragraph, but I couldn't stop! ;)

Ben nodded enthusiastically. "You gonna try to get a piece of that Angela girl? Dino’s new assistant?"

Juice stopped working for a moment, waiting for Derek's answer. The cocky kid shrugged a shoulder. "I dunno, man. Work place relationships are not always a good idea," he answered easily. "Would hate to break her heart and then have to see her at work. Probably make her quit 'n' then D would kill me."

 He snorted in response to that. "Yeah, right," he muttered under his breath so they wouldn't hear.

 "Shit, here she comes. Act natural," Josh said, smacking Derek lightly.

 Juice sat up a bit straighter, excited to see his wife. He hadn't seen her all day since he'd had to leave earlier than she did. Once she was closer, he couldn't help but stare. No wonder the guys were drooling over her; she looked like something out of a catalog in her tight, navy pencil skirt with her light blue blouse tucked into it. And heels. He swallowed hard; she hadn't worn heels in a long time, and he'd forgotten how good she looked in them. "Jesus Christ," he whispered as she neared, stopping at the entry of his cubicle.

 "Hey," he greeted, his voice cracking a little. He shook his head, clearing his throat as he nodded to her. "Hello."

 The smallest hint of a smirk turned up the corner of her lips. She knew how good she looked, and he had a feeling she'd done it for him. "Hi…"

 The awkward pause made it seem like she didn't know his name, but she wasn't acting. She'd always called him 'Juice' or 'Juan Carlos'; she had no clue what they called him here. "Jay," he supplied with a smile.

 "Right, Jay. Hi," she nodded, though the smallest crinkle in her nose showed she didn't like the way it sounded. 

 "Angela, right?" It was strange to call her by her full name. He usually only did it when he was pissed or introducing her to someone new, but he didn’t know what she wanted to be called in the office.

 Angela quirked her head to the side and nodded. "Uh-huh," she replied, playing with her wedding rings. "Dino told me to get you. He's got a question for you."

 He smirked at her, running his eyes over her figure once again and biting his lip. "Yeah?"

 She nodded slowly, her dark eyes filled with lust as she stared him down. "Yep."

 He pushed up from his chair, giving her a wink. "All right, then. Lead the way."

 Angela nodded, swaying her hips as she walked ahead of him towards Dino's office. She stopped short of it, leaning against the doorway. "Hey, do you think you could show me where the supply room is later? Need to quickly get a few reams of paper."

 Juice raised an eyebrow at her. "A quickie re-stock, huh?"

 She grinned naughtily as she nodded. "Yup. Just a quickie."

 God, he wanted to kiss her. Just push her against the wall and put his hands all over her. But he couldn't, not out in the open like they were. "Yeah, sure. Let me see what the big boss wants, and I'll show you where it's at," he told her, giving her a wink before heading into Dino's office.

~More coming soon to "It Won't Be Soon Before Long" ;)

[cesabutterflywrites]

Castiel goes to the empty. He is asleep. Then, Jack wakes everyone up. He is fighting through countless beings in the chaos. Jack isn't there. Death isn't there. The Empty is putting beings to sleep one by one. He's running, but going nowhere. He's pushing to be last to sleep. Then he runs into someone else who is running, who has been following him in his stationary walk.

"Well, Feathers, did you have something to do with this?" Crowley's voice chimes in. He's a shadow of his former self. He looks smaller, weaker, more tired. For familiar faces in a chaotic void, Crowley was one of the top three Cas wanted to avoid.

Cas doesn't answer because he needs to keep moving. He needs to stay awake. He can leave, he can leave, he can leave. Crowley follows him for a week before he's caught in the eternal slumber.

The next familiar face he runs into is Lucifer. He is angry. He is muttering to himself about how it's not fair, he shouldn't have been sent back, something about his father and being better than him. Cas decides not to engage because fighting seems to get everyone tired enough to succumb to the sleep. As more spirits go down, the harder it is to resist. As much as he'd love to put Lucifer down himself, he needs to survive. It's a miracle Lucifer doesn't notice him pass.

Cas is on his own, skirting around sticky souls groaning, trying to stay awake. He feels his mind weaken. How long had it been? No time in the Empty, there's no time in death for angels, not like for humans. He tries to ponder the meaning of humans in heaven reliving memories, and those in the empty sleeping forever.

Sleeping, so sleepy, so tired of running. Isn't he tired? Didn't he give up when he summoned the Empty to the bunker to save Dean? Dean. Dean would want him to keep fighting. Cmon man, I need you to get your feathery ass up and fight! Keep going! Keep going through the thick black ooze that creeps up his many limbs the further he goes.

He kneels. His whole form collapses in the void. Sleep wouldn't be so bad. He'd see Dean, dream of his life with Dean, get so close to touching Dean. One by one, his eyes close. One by one, his tattered wings curl around him like a silk sheet. He's tired of fighting. He can almost hear the Empty grin in satisfaction at his submission.

One more eye open, and he sees Something. There is something in the Empty. The ooze stops spreading around his spirit for just a moment. Then a loud crrrrrrraaack! Vibrates the entire dimension. But it's too late, he's tired, he doesn't want to wake up again and run again. Slowly is final eyelid closes.

Then he sees the last familiar face. Dean is looking up at him. That soul castiel put back together shines in the Empty. He's fighting through, shouting, calling. He's calling for Cas.

Cas doesn't know how Dean recognizes him. Even though his form is a building, he feels Dean's touch. Pulling on him with all of his little might. Snap out of it, Cas, wakeup! We gotta go. Cas must be dreaming but another eye opens to see Dean, a speck of light at his feet, starting to climb. It feels like an ant crawling the length of his body until finally, finally, Dean is on one of his shoulders.

Castiel opens another eye. Dean is brighter than ever. He's crying out for Cas to wakeup. He tugs on anything he can grab. It's real. Dean is there and he's trying to save Cas and what is Dean doing in the Empty why does he risk his life like this. Cas tried to tell him such, but Dean makes it clear he still doesn't speak Angel.

Cas rises from where he fell. He lets Dean guide him. He follows wherever Dean goes. There's a door, no way he could pass through something smaller than Dean, but once a piece of him touches the door-

"Cas? Cas, Cas cmon man. Wake up. Wake up! Please!"

"Dean...?"

Dean smiles, causing the river of tears on his face to curve. There's color in his skin-Cas' dreams were not doing that blush justice. His eyes were so green in that moment it was overwhelming.

That familiar face. That smile. This is the longest Dean has held Cas. Any moment they'd pull away, Cas tries to sit up. Dean must not have expected him to move so quickly because their foreheads push together. Dean laughs.

"I'm sorry," Cas says. Dean doesn't waver in his smiling, teary face. He cups Cas' cheek in his hand.

Dean kisses Cas and it doesn't matter that his face is wet from tears, it doesn't matter that Cas has only kissed a few times, it doesn't matter that Cas starts glowing at the sheer delight of having what he couldn't have before.

All that matters is he's awake.

He gets to see Dean's face.

[awellboiledicicle]

Keep imagining Fiona telling Godrick shes pregnant and him being much too eager to tell literally everyone related to him about it.

Meanwhile Fiona's family is just hyped the ties are cemented.

Fiona herself is pleased with how doting Godrick becomes as she shows more. Its sweet how he croons over her, talking passionately about how hes going to train the child to be a grand warrior to make the lineage proud. A beloved heir, fit for the grace of gold. Which, given he's returned from the last three military engagements he's gone on in some form of "was injured and too loud complaining about it", is rather funny. The man has technical skills, sure, but putting them to use isn't his strong suit.

I think when the baby is born--a boy with downy black hair and wide eyes--Godrick absolutely has a Time because he insists the boy doesn't look like him. Because the hair. Fiona simply raises an eyebrow and reminds him her hair is black. He then spends the next week sulking because she made him sound foolish.

I also feel like his eldest has his smile, the poor thing. Fiona dotes on him regardless. Little thing is probably deeply convinced he must be The Best.

I also know there's 6 grafted scions in the game and that means Fiona had 6 kids with Godrick, grafted them all alongside their father, and was fine with that. She's probably why they keep their cloaks on while fighting. For modesty, if nothing else-- though i could very much see her demanding some poor seamstress and tailor fitting them for garments.

I think, in the Golden Consort au, the grafted scion's would likely be much more planned out, as their current bodies [link to video showing it off] are a bit slapdash. Her design would still incorporate a troll's body, but simply remove the head and seat her sons inside, their spines lining up and giving them smoother control as well as the ability to stand upright if needed. The 'spider' concept comes through largely through extra arms grafted on Godrick's directive, to wield more shields and perhaps sorcery and incantations. The bird wing wouldn't be there because Fiona would appeal to Godrick's sense of superiority about "are we to be no better than misbegotten? To sully our sons flesh? We must use only the best parts to gift our sons their best form." The tarnished are still used for parts on the younger scions, as good troll parts get slightly harder to get a hold of the further into the shattering you get. Tarnished, however lacking in grace they may be, were still graced once-- their blood and bone hardened by their ventures beyond the borders. Thus why there's a troll hanging off the dining room in Stormveil when the tarnished is poking around, along with other bodies. They're being prepared to be used on the youngest that's haunting the kitchen, trying to sneak snacks when he's been told he needs to keep a strict diet before getting new parts. Naughty boy :c

I feel like Fiona still dotes on them all, even when they're shambling horrors of bone and sinews. Godrick is less of an affectionate father, but we expect that. He's still proud of them, though. Each graft on his sons is meticulously planned for and nursed after. Each one is done with the utmost care and consideration. None of his bastards in the castle can say they've received even a fraction of a fraction of this sort of consideration from anyone except Fiona. Which she does largely to keep them from trying to kill her.

I think the last two were born and raised in Stormveil, post shattering. Thus why one is still clinging to his mothers' skirts-- he's the baby. The one at the chapel of anticipation is the second oldest. He was the only one willing to just sit and keep watch on an island with only occasional supply boats sent out from the castle. Honestly, he just doesn't like his father that much, even if he's fond of the grafting as a process. But Order knows he'd never be able to learn it from Fiona without Godrick butting in, so he's just... biding his time until his father either is killed or his mother gathers them all together to do a hostile take over. Its a low odds on that one, but still.