#there's a reasonable chance they all told Cross and Error what they look like in headspace too so they'll be like “....uh”

[moonfurthetemmie]

so just for funsies i rewrote the second part of the DS Verses crossover with SolarSystem. Aka, the version of DS Nightmare with DID (there's one other post about it but you'll have to go through the tags)

i also, for this exact reason, made notes on how everyone (except scenario-specific alters) talks when fronting. i need to learn more about how Australians talk but here's the list

Nortimer (host):

miles newton. 'normal' for those of us who are used to modern-day Dreamswap

i don't know what else to say man. you know who he is. memey little fuck

has the most up-to-date knowledge of anime but that's gonna change real fast now that they all know they're there

Vex:

High-strung

kind of screechy

the only one that seems to not have a sense of humor at all.

Jack:

he just Sounds emo. You can't put your finger on why but he does

also sounds tired and/or irritated. probably because he often switches when Nortimer's being a moron

dryer humor than Nortimer, to the point where you can't always tell if he's fucking with you or not

Hades:

Australian accent for reasons unknown (moon's brain said so) (moon's brain can't tell you why either)

Generally very tense since she doesn't usually front in safe situations. Gets worse the longer she's out

rather high-pitched but not as much as Vex. by far. Vex why are you so shrill.

Noot:

yeah that's a teenager. at least he's not having random voice cracks

awkward as fuck

talks like he was born a hundred years ago. because he was. and hasn't really gotten out much since. still painfully obvious that he's a goddamn teenager

And now here's the fic. I have never written a plural character before so this was interesting.

Apparently, England (in some universes) had closed the parks for the Queen’s passing. Why, Nightmare didn’t really know, but he and his friends were happy to take advantage of this. They’d talked a lot about how nice it would be to just go eat outside somewhere, but being wanted criminals made opportunities for that…well. Non existent. 

But, if the parks were going to be completely empty, and not even patrolled, there’d be no one to call JR or arrest them.

“And Vex isn’t going to lose his goddamn mind about it,” Jack had said before they left, much to the amusement of everyone but Vex.

So they packed some sandwiches, chips, and drinks, and had a picnic. Most of Nortimer’s headmates had decided to hang out near front for this excursion, since it sounded like fun. The group also brought Kevin. On a leash. At least he wasn’t smart enough to figure out how to wiggle off the collar like a dog.

Cross and Error still weren’t sure how Nightmare had managed to find a chicken collar, but decided that some questions are better left unanswered. The system would probably pass a majority vote and sell the body’s kidneys to get something nice for Kevin. They didn’t want to know.

Everyone was enjoying themselves, though. It felt weird to be in a park without anyone else around, but they decided to pretend they were just eating in the middle of nowhere, which conveniently had uniformly short grass. It was peaceful, even with Kevin wandering over and trying to steal the ham from Error’s sandwich.

“Why is your chicken carnivorous,” Error complained, holding her sandwich out of reach. “He’s supposed to eat grains and stuff, isn’t he?”

Nightmare snickered. “Chickens’ll eat just about anything. I’ve heard stories about them even eating other chickens just because one of them was bleeding.”

“…ah,” Cross said, slowly putting down her PBJ. “Not. Quite so fond of chickens anymore.”

“Mostly they eat grubs,” Nightmare assured them. “And that been Kevin’s diet for about a hundred years, so ham’s like a delicacy for him. Don’t give him any though, he’s not supposed to have table scrapes.”

“I’m trying,” Error complained, trying to keep Kevin from climbing on her to get to her sandwich.

“C’mere, Kevin.”

Kevin stopped for a moment, cocking his head to the side. Nightmare tugged on his leash. Kevin ambled over to him, letting Error finally eat in peace. Nightmare held out a small bag of chicken feed he brought, and Kevin made himself busy. Error watched Kevin warily, slowly bringing down her sandwich back to face level.

Cross grinned. “Eat it quick, before he comes after it again.”

Error snorted and took a big bite that wasn’t really polite, but she didn’t care. It was just them, after all.

They’d chosen a bad day for their picnic. At least they didn’t have to find out the same way Dream did, though.

Kevin suddenly looked up from his very important task of eating and crowed loud enough to be heard across the park and probably reached the gift shop by the road, right before a loud POP made the trio yelp. Cross dropped a handful of Cheetos. Nightmare accidentally tried to breathe soda and started coughing. Error nearly spit out that bite of sandwich.

They followed Kevin’s gaze, and found a tall, familiar looking man staring at them with a blank expression, though something about his posture and stance expressed absolute bewilderment.

Nightmare caught his breath after a moment, and stared at the man with equal confusion.

“Oh, that’s not good,” Hades said in a hushed tone. “Shit.”

“I guess it’s a good thing Noot stayed in back this time,” Vex muttered.

Noot himself heard them, but couldn’t presently do anything more than try to listen.

The new guy looked…like Dream. Almost exactly like Dream, but something was off. Nightmare could barely sense anything from his except his aura, like he was somehow suppressing all of his emotions. And he just looked…different. The sword at his side looked more decorative than anything; its scabbard covered in jewels and gold filigree, and the hilt didn’t look very worn at all.

His wings and eyes were startlingly orange, and even as they watched they could see feathers flaking off and dissolving into ambient magic.

Nightmare was so confused, with all of them so busy trying to figure out where the hell this guy came from, that he didn’t notice the uncomfortable warm sensation in his soul building until it started to burn. 

“…Ow. Ow, ow, ow ow ow,” Nightmare stumbled to his feet and backed away from the strange Dream quickly. Once he’d regained his footing, ‘his’ voice changed in pitch and accent. “What the fuck, dude? Why are you burning me?”

“Oh, I do not like him. I don’t like him at all.” 

None of them were used to Hades getting forced into front, but being pulled out of front when it happened was even worse. Especially given what had to happen to trigger it. 

This guy hadn’t shown any sign of wanting to kill Nightmare, but he’d still managed to force a switch. 

Cross and Error quickly got to their feet. Cross’s fingers twitched and started to glow red, but she and Error suddenly gasped and grabbed at their hearts, too.

‘Dream’ folded his wings back, which only lessened the burning sensation slightly. He gave Hades an odd look. “My sincerest apologies,” he said, not sounding very sorry, or seeming to care. “I seem to be in the wrong universe.”

Cross and Error hurried over to Hades, all of them still trying to get away from the winged fire ball.

“Wrong multiverse, maybe,” Cross snapped. “What the frick is wrong with your aura thing?”

The man shook his head and sighed. “I’m afraid I can’t afford the time to speak with you three. I have things I must take care of, and I don’t have the luxury of free time.” He nodded his head to them, spread his wings, and took off.

They stared after him, and watched as he opened a portal and flew through.

“…Um?”

“Bukbukbukbukbuk,” Kevin said as he cleaned up the chicken feed Nightmare had spilled.

“That was…” Error started, finally able to swallow that bit of sandwich. “…Weird. What planet did he come from?”

Hades coughed. She could still feel that burning sensation, and her lungs were still rebelling from Nortimer’s attempt to breathe diet coke.

Pop!

“Oh, god, not again.”

This one was behind them. Kevin apparently had decided that this person didn’t need a rooster’s trumpeting to welcome them.

Before any of them could turn around, though, they heard an excited gasp, and Hades was nearly pushed to the ground.

Hades wheezed and stumbled yet again. “Fuck, my ribs-“

“Blue?” Error sounded indignant and confused.

Hades was released, and the man that had randomly bear-hugged her said, “Sorry, sorry sorry! I got a little too excited.” He giggled.

This ‘Blue’ looked like he hadn’t seen the light of day in months. The Blue they knew was pale, sure, but this guy was white white. Hades was pretty sure she could see some of his veins. His hair was a choppy, messy, uncombed tangle, and despite his energy, he had bags under his eyes like he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in years.

He was grinning at them, a little too widely, but seemed friendly enough. He didn’t seem to notice how they’d all tensed up.

“This is a different multiverse, isn’t it?” He asked, but instead of waiting for an answer, he went on. “We should have nicknames, so we don’t get confused! Or, at least I should get a nickname, since I’m the stranger here.” He paused, his eyes sliding to the side like he was listening to someone else. His smile seemed frozen for a moment, almost forced. Hades could sense emotions that weren’t his, coming from a different source, but it was faint, and she couldn’t figure out where it was, or what exactly they were feeling. ‘Blue’s emotions were sliding from excited to despondent, before he suddenly looked back at them and said, with the same excitement as before, “How about you call me ‘Hunter’? I really-“

Cross held her hands up. “Ooookay, slow down dude. What the fuck is even going on, another Dream dropped out of nowhere and then left right before you showed up.”

Hunter perked up. “Really? Dream’s here too?” He laughed. “I wonder if anyone else from our multiverse is here!”

Hades and her friends glanced at each other. Hunter seemed to have a few screws loose in there.

“Ooookay. Right. Well.” Hades scratched her head. “Nice…to meet you? I guess? Did you have to nearly break my fucking ribs?”

Hunter giggled again. “Sorry. I don’t get to spend time with my versions of you very much. I get a liiiittle over excited to meet new people~”

“…So you knew right away we weren’t from your multiverse?” Error said hesitantly. “How different are they from us, then?”

Hunter taped his chin. “Hmm…Well, physically, not very. I think maybe some slight height differences? And Nightmare has a more American accent and his voice is deeper.” He looked them all over again, humming. “I think the others have more scars, too.” His gaze stopped on Cross for a moment, and he tilted his head. “Lots more scars, in your case. Do you only have the one on your chin? I wonder why there’s such a difference.”

Hades became uneasy. If Hunter didn’t spend a lot of time with his version of them, how could he tell just from a quick glance that they weren’t the same? He didn’t even hear her talk before he hugged her.

“Well, different AUs can be really different. I don’t see why multiverses would be mostly the same.” Cross mused. “It’d be cool to have a lot of scars, though. I bet she looks so badass.”

Hunter hummed. Then he giggled. “My versions of you would’ve already chased me off by now. I think I like you three more, you’re much nicer.”

Error crossed her arms. “Just because we’re not chasing you off doesn’t mean we want to hang out with you.”

“I think I’d prefer it if we chased him off,” Vex said. 

“Yeah, we barely know you,” Hades agreed. “And we don’t have the best relationship with our version of you.”

Hunter’s face fell. “…Oh. So…we can’t be friends?” He sounded heartbroken.

Hades opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly that other, unseen person’s emotions became very, very clear. At the same time, Hunter flinched and lifted his hands up slightly, like he was going to cover his ears.

Hades could tell where the person was, now. They were right next to Hunter. They were angry and so full of hate and contempt, she could easily imagine someone shouting in Hunter’s ear.

Hades and Cross glanced at Error, who looked very uncomfortable. “…We just aren’t going to trust you right away,” she said finally. “We-“

But Hunter had perked up, and grabbed her hands. Error tensed up and started glitching violently. His eyes had practically turned into stars and he started talking really really fast about hanging out with them all and doing things before Error jerked away and tucked her hands under her arms.

Hades and Cross were immediately by her side, standing slightly in front of her to keep Hunter from touching her again. Hunter just blinked. “…What? Are you okay?”

“She doesn’t like being touched,” Cross said firmly. “I don’t know if your Error was different, but you really can’t just grab her hands or whatever like that.”

Hades held her hand out to Error, not touching her shoulder but trying to send a message of attempted comfort. “Are you ok?”

Error’s eyes had filled with glitches and ‘error’ messages, and she shuddered, but nodded.  

Hunter furrowed his brows. Hades could sense the other, unseen person’s dark amusement. “I don’t understand.”

“Just don’t do it,” Cross said.

“I don’t…like it,” Error glitched. “Ask first. No means no.”

Hunter frowned, but said nothing. After a few moments making sure Error was actually okay, the Meme Squad decided to go pack up what was left of their picnic. They didn’t really feel like staying here, if people like Hunter and that other Dream were going to keep popping up.

“Oh, were you having a picnic?” Hunter asked. He started talking. And didn’t stop talking. This guy must’ve been awfully lonely. He politely asked if he could have some of Cross’ cheetos, and she gave him what was left in the bag. At least that slowed down his talking.

Once they’d gotten everything packed up, Hunter seemed disinclined to leave them alone. In fact, he seemed to be more determined to stick with them. Hades could sense irritation coming from somewhere, but not from anyone that she could see. She was starting to wonder if it was a ghost.

“…Uh, hey Hunter?” Cross said as Hunter finally took a breath and Error made a portal. “We gotta get home.”

“Can I come?” Hunter interrupted her.

Cross blinked. “I- huh?”

Hades narrowed her eyes. “Mate, do you remember the part where we hardly know you?”

Hunter tapped his chin. “Well, yeah, but���I don’t know how to get home, and I can’t make portals. I’m going to need help figuring out how to get back, and in the meantime, I’d rather stay with familiar people.”

“You could get a hotel,” Error suggested.

“My wallet didn’t get teleported here with me,” Hunter said. “Please?”

The trio of friends looked at each other for a moment. Nightmare thought he heard someone scoff, but it must’ve been his imagination.

“…You’d really be better off getting help from JR,” Hades said slowly. “They have a lot more people there who actually know about traveling between AUs, and would probably know where to start to get you home. Unlike us.”

Hunter tilted his head. “…But you can’t take me there, can you?” He said. It wasn’t really a question. “You’re wanted by them in this multiverse too, aren’t you?” He stepped closer to them. “Please let me stay with you. I would be perfectly fine sleeping on the couch, if you don’t have a guest room, and I’d be happy to help cook and clean!”

Cross sighed. “Ok, look-“

Hunter, for some goddamn reason, took this as a yes, and beamed at them. “Really? Thank you! I promise you won’t regret it!” And then he rushed through the portal.

Cross’s mouth hung open. “Did- did he just-“

“I think that was the most polite home invasion I’ve ever seen,” Hades muttered. “He’s going to be a right pain in the ass trying to get him out, isn’t he?”

Error sighed wearily. “Great. Can’t ever just have a nice day out.”

Hades silently wondered if she’d get stuck in front with Hunter in the house. That…wouldn’t be good. Not for any of them. 

[demensrage]

f for fucking you until you lose your mind ⚊ • . with zaraki kenpachi

summary: when stress is beyond his ability to bear, kenpachi of the eleventh division must use his favorite container of semen to ease his mind.

cw: unestablished relationship, praise kink, petnames, big dick!zaraki, doggy style, fingering, oral (f. receiving), creampie.

wordcount: 4.6k

note: english is not my firts lenguage so please forgive me for the grammatical errors I may commit

© demensrage 2024. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

You always had a lot of work, especially because in the division you're part of, the work seems never to end. Having a boss with an unhealthy obsession for following the rules, there's always something to do, no matter how insignificant. I knew that being part of the Sixth Division would never be easy, especially because they always expect something from you. You don't do your job to become a captain or lieutenant; you really do it because you were chosen to be part of it.

You don't even know why you ended up in this division; you aspired to be part of the patrol corps. That way, you could legally travel to the human world without appearing as a deserter, but you don't complain. The atmosphere is good when the captain isn't lurking around, watching everyone's illicit movements, especially now that he seems to have had a reality check about how he views life. You thank Ichigo for making him see reason.

Things were starting to calm down in the Seireitei. For two months now, everything seemed lighter—less tension between the captains and more order. After the intrusion into the Soul Society, several meetings took place. From what you had heard, the surveillance forces were reinforced. Of course, they had to; some kids broke into the place believed to be impenetrable, and they must project a good image with the security changes and reinforcements, especially after Aizen and Gin's betrayal.

As you sat in the office, organizing the documents you had been given, you couldn't help but curse your luck. Renji was on a mission in the human world, which meant all his paperwork had ended up on your desk. You sighed deeply, wondering when Byakuya had decided you were more useful in the Seireitei dealing with bureaucratic tasks than on the battlefield.

Your pen glided over the reports, but your mind was elsewhere, distracted. The Seireitei was quieter than usual, and that only intensified your frustration. You had trained, you had fought, and now you felt trapped behind a desk.

You didn't even get the chance to deal with the Ryoka situation. Despite preparing for it, your captain had been clear in his decision: "I'm not going to waste your intellect on the battlefield," he had told you, as if those words were enough to quell the frustration you felt. But they weren't. In fact, they only made you feel even more trapped in this maze of papers, where your ability to fight seemed to have no value.

You looked at the pile of documents on your desk and felt a weight in your chest. You had always admired those who fought in the field, like Kenpachi, who found their greatest purpose in battle. And there you were, considered too valuable to waste on something as "mundane" as a fight, according to your captain.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the halls, and you immediately recognized who it was—that energy was unmistakable. Zaraki Kenpachi was nearby. It wasn't common for him to approach the offices, which sent a mix of curiosity and tension through your body.

The door to your office swung open abruptly, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up only to see his imposing figure leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with his typical mocking smile.

"Let's go," he said, without even bothering to explain further.

The order was as direct as he was, and your heart skipped a beat. He didn't give you time to think or ask why he was there or what he wanted, though you could make a vague guess.

"Byakuya is nearby, Zaraki," you reminded him, trying to impose some logic on a situation that clearly had none. Knowing the friction between both captains, it was a bad omen for Zaraki to show up unannounced. Neither of them could stand each other, not even a little, and they avoided being near each other outside of strict work requirements.

Zaraki let out a harsh laugh, unfazed by your warning. "So what? Let him come if he wants... He could use some fun," he replied disdainfully, a dangerous spark shining in his eyes.

It was typical of him—defiant, irreverent. He didn’t care what Byakuya or anyone else thought. And although you had grown accustomed to Kenpachi’s unpredictable nature, his presence now made you feel vulnerable.

"It won't be fun if my work gets compromised," you grumbled, starting to file away the documents you'd already reviewed. You knew there was no escaping Zaraki once he'd made a decision, but that didn't stop you from expressing your frustration.

You could feel his heavy gaze on you as you continued organizing the papers, but Zaraki's impatient nature made one thing clear: if you took too long, he wouldn’t hesitate to do something even more reckless.

“Boring work,” he murmured with a mocking grin. “That’s not what defines you. Let’s go before you regret it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and though it irritated you that he barged into your space and routine, a part of you knew that going along with him would be far more exciting than the papers in your hands.

With curiosity scratching at the back of your mind, you finally set the documents aside and rose from your seat, resigned. You knew that despite your complaints, there was a part of you that couldn’t resist what Zaraki offered: an escape from the tedium, the monotony, and, above all, a dose of adrenaline.

Without saying anything more, you walked toward him, feeling the tension melt away as you left the office and ventured into the unknown. Zaraki turned around with his usual confidence and began walking without looking back, as if he already knew you would follow. After all, when Kenpachi Zaraki asked you to join him, you knew that “fun” was guaranteed, though sometimes fun with him could turn dangerously chaotic.

You had no idea how you ended up in such a compromising position, straddling his lap as his tongue roved over your skin with an insatiable hunger. He licked and sucked at the delicate skin of your breasts, barely covered by your shihakusho. The heat of his body, the wild scent that always accompanied him, and the way he engulfed you made you lose track of everything except the desire consuming you.

This wasn’t the first time you had found yourself tangled up with Zaraki like this. You’d lost count of how many times you’d woken up at his place, subjected to his will and his insatiable need to possess you.

You tried to make sense of the situation, but it was impossible. No matter how much you thought about it, you couldn’t tell whether Zaraki preferred to fight with you, fuck you, or if the two were intertwined in his mind, an extension of his untamable nature. The only thing that was clear was that when he had you like this, any attempt at control or reason was completely out of your reach.

The sound of your clothes being ripped filled the room, and the air became thick with tension. The way Zaraki kneaded your breasts, with a mixture of roughness and hunger, made a moan escape your lips. You couldn’t help it—your hands buried themselves in his wild hair, pulling him closer as his lips mercilessly claimed your flesh.

This whole situation was a damn contradiction. You had promised yourself and your principles not to get involved with him, not to fall into temptation. But the captain of the 11th Division was a walking sin, an embodiment of lust that pulled you in with just a glance. He enveloped you in his desire in the same way he did on the battlefield—with violence, with intensity, with a hunger that seemed endless.

And now here you were, completely surrendered to his touch, to the bites he planted on your nipples, sending waves of forbidden pleasure through your body.

It was messed up. Messed up because you knew you should keep your distance from him, but instead, you found yourself getting closer, relishing in the painful pleasure he provoked. You were growing feverish for him, for the man you should have kept away from, but who always dragged you into his jaws as easily as he crushed his enemies.

You explored his body with reverence, a mix of desire and submission. Every line of his tense muscles under your fingers was a reminder of the brutal strength he possessed, the same strength that now seemed to be given to you. You knew he was desperate—you felt it in the way he grabbed you, in the urgency of his hands. He always sought you when he needed instant release, when the weight of being a captain was too much, and the instinct to fight in him began to consume him.

For Zaraki, life was always a battle. And right now, this moment between your intertwined bodies was his battlefield.

Your fingers glided over his torso, tracing scars you knew well—marks from past battles that he carried with pride. Every touch seemed to ignite the fire in his eyes, and though he didn't say it, you understood what it meant. He wasn’t one for sweet words or affectionate gestures, but in these moments, when his desire overflowed, you were his escape, his way of releasing the pressure that came with being a warrior always on the edge.

Your lips brushed his neck as your hands continued exploring his skin. He growled, a low, guttural sound, and at that moment, you knew he was completely lost to you. There was no turning back. He didn’t need to tell you that right now, you were both his opponent and his release.

You arched your back as you felt him suck forcefully, sharp pleasure shooting through every fiber of your being as your nails dug into his shoulders. Zaraki was an unstoppable force, and though his desire was ravenous, there was something in the way he touched you that spoke of more than just lust. His need for you was as raw as his very nature.

To Zaraki, at first, you were just another arrogant figure, one more from the pretentious Sixth Division. The same attitude he despised in Byakuya, he thought you shared as well. He had no patience for pride games or the rigidity of rules and saw you in the same light—until he saw you fight.

That’s when everything changed. On the battlefield, far from the formalities and stiffness of your division, you had shown you were something more. He saw a spark in you that caught his attention, a fierceness he hadn’t expected to find. You weren’t as arrogant as he’d thought, not when you drew your zanpakutō and let your true instincts take over.

Your hips rolled over his hardness, feeling the pressure between you grow with every movement. The need to strip him of his clothes was almost desperate, an action seeking to release the tension building between you both. However, just as you were about to succeed, his voice echoed in the air, mocking and deep: "Anxious?"

His hands, strong and firm, trailed down your stomach, the touch sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. When his fingers slipped between your legs, an involuntary moan escaped your lips. It was a bold move, a reminder of his dominance, and at the same time, an invitation to lose yourself in the moment.

The way he touched you was both a question and a statement. His fingers explored, teased, and ignited a burning need that seemed impossible to quench. Every caress made your hips move with more urgency, an uncontrollable impulse that only intensified the tension between you.

You felt him curve his fingers inside you, pumping with a precision that stole your breath away. The pleasure hit you so intensely that your head fell back, your lips parted, releasing a raw and ragged moan that echoed in the room. Your body reacted instinctively, arching against his touch, as every movement he made caused you to tremble more.

Zaraki watched with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, his eyes locked on your expression of complete surrender. You could feel his own need growing with every passing second, but as always, he had his own pace, savoring every reaction he drew from you.

Your nails dug deep into his skin, leaving marks as you felt him lift you effortlessly, turning your body until you were lying on the bed. The moment your back hit the sheets, his hands disappeared, leaving an emptiness between your legs that made you arch desperately, seeking the pressure you had just lost.

Zaraki gave you no respite. With his gaze fixed on you, his expert hands tore off what was left of your clothes, stripping you completely in the blink of an eye. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also eager, your body burning from the lack of contact. And like the hungry man he was, Zaraki wasted no time in taking what he wanted. He grabbed you firmly, parting your legs without consideration, opening you up for him with a brutality only he could manage, leaving you completely at his mercy, ready to be devoured.

His gaze darkened, taking in every corner of you, his heavy breathing and palpable need, and you, trembling under his control, could only wait for him to take you as only he knew how to do, with that mix of desire and savagery that left you on the edge of the abyss every time.

“First I plan to feast on this pretty little pussy you have for me,” Zaraki murmured, his voice husky and heavy with desire, as his thumb began to move firmly against your clit. The sensation shook you, making you shiver under his control. You arched into him, but he was determined to take his time, enjoying every second of your desperation.

He knelt between your spread legs, leaning over you, and began to leave kisses and bites on the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Each touch of his lips, each bite that left small marks on your skin, only increased the tension within you. You could feel his hot breath coming closer to your core, as your body responded with each caress, unable to contain the moans that escaped your lips.

You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling on it desperately, guiding it to where you wanted it most. Your body trembled, clenching in a void only he could fill, as your legs spread wider, offering yourself to him without reservation. You couldn’t think of anything but the urgent need to feel him, to have his mouth and hands tear you from the misery of waiting.

“Just a little,” you whispered, your voice cracking with desire, your hips leaning into him in search of that release he seemed to purposely deny you. Your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing, eager for the contact Zaraki was taking his time giving you.

He placed a slow, deliberate kiss on your folds, the warmth of his mouth drawing a barely contained moan from you. His eyes lifted to meet yours, that dark gaze filled with desire. The smile that curved his lips was pure arrogance, as if he relished in your desperation, as if he knew exactly the power he had over you at that moment.

And then, without further warning, he devoured you. His mouth sank into you, his tongue moving with precision, licking and sucking every corner, drawing moans from you that you couldn’t control. The sensation shot through you like lightning, making you arch your back as your hands tangled themselves tighter in his hair, clinging to him as if he were going to consume you whole.

His tongue moved slowly but firmly, tracing every fold with a precision that made you lose your breath. The heat of his mouth and the pressure of his lips against you drew involuntary moans from you, louder and louder. Zaraki relished in every reaction from you, devouring you mercilessly, knowing perfectly how to bring you to the edge of ecstasy.

His hands held your hips in place as his tongue teased your clit, alternating between sucking and gentle licks that drove you wild. The pleasure built up, making you feel like you were going to explode at any moment. You arched into him, seeking more contact, but he remained in control, giving you exactly what he wanted and at his pace.

Every time you thought you couldn't take any more, he changed the pace, making your body tense with anticipation and desire.

You couldn't help yourself. The moment you felt his fingers sink into you with ease, you arched up and began grinding your hips against his face, seeking more of that delicious friction that was driving you crazy. The warmth and wetness of his mouth, coupled with the insistent rhythm of his fingers pumping inside you, had you losing control.

Every thrust, every movement of his, brought you closer to the edge, as your moans filled the room. Your hands were still tangled in his hair, pulling hard as you held onto the feeling he gave you, completely surrendered to the pleasure Zaraki knew how to draw from you.

Your hips moved against his mouth, feeling his tongue continue to play with your clit as his fingers curled inside you found that spot that made you tremble, making it clear that he wouldn’t let you go until he saw you completely broken by pleasure.

Zaraki growled against you as he felt your hips grind more insistently against his face, his fingers sinking deeper and moving with merciless precision. “You like it that way, don’t you?” he murmured against your skin, his voice husky and laden with satisfaction. "You're so damn impatient… you can't even wait, huh?"

His words turned you on even more, and you couldn't hold back a moan as your hands tugged hard at his hair, guiding him even closer. "Shut up and keep going…" you gasped, your body shaking with every movement of his tongue and fingers. You needed it, you wanted it, and there was no turning back now.

"Always so bossy," he taunted, his cocky smirk visible even as his tongue continued to torture you, licking and sucking with more intensity. "But look at how you're begging me… you're such a slut when you're like this."

Those words made you shudder, your hips instinctively moving against him, seeking more, seeking the finish only he could give you. "Fuck, Zaraki…" you moaned, feeling his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

"Do you feel it?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as his thumb pressed hard against your clit. “I’m going to make you cum, and you’re going to scream my name like the good girl you are.”

The combination of his mouth and fingers was too much, the pleasure building so fast you could barely think. “Yes… fuck, yes…” you moaned, your body getting closer and closer to the edge, unable to resist the absolute control he had over you.

But he had other plans for you. With one last teasing lick, he pulled away from you, leaving a void that made you moan in frustration. He looked at you with a mischievous grin as he removed his clothes, each item falling to the floor, revealing his muscled, defined body, perfectly designed for domination.

“Turn around and put that little ass up for me,” he ordered, his voice deep and full of desire. “I want to see that beautiful ass offer itself to me. Come on, I want to enjoy you.”

You didn’t have to think twice. Heart pounding, you turned around, arching your back as you lifted your hips, offering your body to his mercy.

“That’s it, good girl. Show off that perfect little ass just for me,” he said, his hands firm on your hips as he took in your exposed body. “You love it when I tell you what to do, don’t you? You know you’re mine, and I love it when you get like this.”

You nodded, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks at his words. “Yes, I love it… I want you to use me,” you replied, desire burning in your chest as you offered yourself completely.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice a lust-laden whisper. “I’m going to make you scream, and I want to hear you beg me for more. I just hope you’re ready for what’s coming, because I’m not holding back this time.”

Zaraki leaned forward, his warm, powerful body pressing against your back. You could feel his hardness against you, and it only increased the need burning inside you. “You’re so damn delicious,” he whispered, his hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself to enter you.

With one firm motion, he pushed his body against you, filling you completely. A deep moan escaped your lips, and you couldn’t help but press your hips back, seeking more of that sensation only he could offer. “That’s it, baby,” he said, enjoying the way you gave yourself to him. “Let me feel you clench for me.”

He continued to move inside you, his pace slow at first, but soon turning into a mix of ferocity and control. “You like it, don’t you?” he murmured, picking up speed, as his hands continued to roam every curve of your body. “Tell me. Tell me you like me using you like this.”

“Yes… yes, Zaraki,” you moaned, feeling yourself being pushed to the edge of your pleasure. “I love it… I love it when you take me like this.” Your words made him smile, and that only fueled the fire between you more.

“You’re such a good girl, always ready for what I give you,” he said, his voice deeper, as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. “Don’t play dumb, I know you want this as much as I do. Scream my name, I want to hear you break for me.”

“Zaraki…!” you cried, feeling the pleasure building in your belly, taking you to the point of no return. Each thrust made it more intense, each rub against your inner walls bringing you closer to the abyss. You knew you weren’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

Zaraki growled with a smile of pure pride as he watched you collapse onto the bed, your chest crushed against the sheets as you moaned and squealed under his control. His large, rough hands gripped your hips, making sure you couldn't escape what was to come. Every movement of his hips was calculated, searching for that perfect angle that would draw out every heart-wrenching moan he loved to hear.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room, but he only cared about one thing: getting you to the point where you couldn't think of anything but him, his hardness filling you completely.

“That’s it… stay there, hold on… you’re going to be cock drunk by the time I’m done with you,” he growled, increasing the pace until you were babbling incoherently. Your hands tried to grab onto the sheets, but you were too lost in the maelstrom of pleasure to hold on to anything. Each direct hit to your cervix drew louder cries from you, your walls clenching around him desperately.

Your eyes were completely clouded with tears of pure pleasure, you could barely see, but the sensation was overwhelming, filling you to the brim in a way only Zaraki could. Everything in you was shaking, the pressure in your belly was unbearable, and you knew you were close to breaking completely. Then, you felt him slide two of his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste them. The base of his cock glistened with a mix of your juices and his pre-seed.

“Look how fucking wet you are, baby,” he growled with a crooked smile, his fingers curling in your mouth, playing with your tongue as he kept up his relentless thrusts. “You know how good you make me feel, don’t you? All drunk on my cock, you can’t even think about anything else, right?”

Your eyes rolled back as you sucked on his fingers hungrily, unable to respond coherently, babbling between uncontrollable moans. Each slam against your pussy drew a gasp from you, as your inner walls tightened around him, a vicious cycle of pleasure that was tearing you apart from the inside.

And as he continued, your tears fell, your moans turning into sobs, completely lost in him, in that desperate need to feel him, to have him fill you to the point of no return.

Zaraki slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, leaving a wet trail as he guided them to your pussy, his large, calloused hands squeezing your bundle of nerves and pinching it. One of your hands shot up to his grip on your hip, seeking any sort of stability as he increased the force of his thrusts, making you feel every inch of his hardness sinking deeper into you.

The wet, messy sound of his thrusts filled the room, and with each movement, he ripped moans from you that could only be described as desperate. “More… please, more…” you gasped raggedly, unable to hold back the words that spilled from your lips.

Zaraki let out a husky laugh, pleased by how broken and needy you were for him. “You want more, huh?” I don't know if your body can take it, but I'm going to give you what you ask for anyway," he murmured, pressing his hands harder against your skin, lifting you up and pressing you against his body to make sure you felt every thrust deep inside you.

With each thrust of his hips, your body reacted as if it were on the verge of collapse. Your moans built into an uncontrolled crescendo, as you felt the pleasure drag you over the edge. “That’s it… keep asking, baby… I want to hear how needy you are for me to fill you,” he growled, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip, holding you tight to sink even deeper into you.

You were completely lost, your thoughts washed away by the pleasure, and all you could do was cling to him, begging with incoherent moans and babbles, completely at his mercy, as he fucked you harder, deeper, bringing you to a point where reality and pleasure blurred into a whirlwind of intoxicating sensations.

You squeezed him tightly, feeling his seed flooding inside you, hot and thick, filling you to the brim. Pleasure washed over you, a rush of sensations that left you breathless as you rode the wave of ecstasy.

“Zaraki!” you commanded, your voice echoing with desperation and desire, as if you were trying to absorb every bit of him, every moment that belonged to you. In that instant, you felt like you would never get enough of him, of his body, of his intensity, of the way he made you forget the world and kept you completely caught up in his maelstrom of pleasure.

He let out a low, satisfied laugh as his gaze met yours, filled with arrogance and desire. “See? I told you I was going to leave you a mess, crying for more.” His hips continued to move, slow at first, enjoying every second, making sure you felt every inch of his p0ll4 still inside you, but increasing the pressure with one final movement.

“But, baby, this is just the beginning. There’s always more for you.” His tone was a whisper laden with promise, and you knew that every time you fell into his arms, you were swept away into a world where he was your only reality, where everything revolved around that intense, wild connection you shared.

The euphoria of his seed inside you transformed into a heat that left you yearning for more, and no matter how many times he filled you, there would always be an insatiable hunger for him.

[mariaxxxxx]

Cherry (bucky barnes/winter soldier x fem!reader)

Summary: The Soldier takes care of you when your monthly blood appears suddenly. (+18)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, good ending, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, menstrual sex, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

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A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

Your eyes widened as you felt your period stain your panties. As if controlled by switches, the sound of conversations faded. His heart raced terribly in his chest, as his thoughts raced to find an excuse to escape from there. “Sir…um! I…I-I…Can I go to the bathroom?” You asked the head scientist, dismayed by the murmurs around you.

Suddenly awakened from the conversation, the head scientist directed his gaze towards you. His face took on a reddish hue as he crossed his legs.

“We are already finishing. You can wait." He responded as rough as sandpaper. It shouldn't be a surprise to you, the men of HYDRA hardly showed empathy, especially to someone like you.

You looked down at your hands in an attempt to hide the red that took over your face. For that to happen at that moment was embarrassing. Such was your despair, you could have sworn you felt your heart beat in your throat.

“Please…” You begged. “I really need to go to the bathroom.”

The blood began to accumulate even more between her thighs, so her cotton panties would not be able to prevent the worst from happening.

"Hang on." The chief scientist said sharply. He got angry with you to the point of piercing you hard with a thick needle.

“Please…” You begged the blood pooled even more in your legs: you always had a heavy flow. The head scientist was about to shout at you, or slap you, when he saw the blood pooling on your thighs staining not only your hospital gown, but the gurney beneath you.

"Cum! Disgusting." The scientist shouted. “That bitch is staining my office with blood.” He turned away from you as if you were the plague itself.

The other scientists went to him to see what was going on.

"What there was?" asked one of them. You didn't know any of their names; they never told you and never referred to each other by name in front of you.

“This bitch is bleeding.” The chief scientist shouted. “Get her out of here.” He screamed and his subordinates ran to you to remove the tubes and needles that held you in that horrible machine.

You were pulled abruptly from the stretcher, your feet couldn't balance in time and you fell face down on the floor. Someone chuckled in the background at your misery and someone else commented on how much of a bloody pig you looked like.

You used your hands to support yourself and lifted your torso, sitting on your knees. An absurd pain filled your abdomen, cramps, you whimpered with the pain.

“Come on, get up from there. Can't you see you're getting blood all over everything?” The chief scientist shouted in his direction. You were still on your knees and he was standing, the difference in angles made everything even more humiliating. “I should have castrated you as soon as I had the chance.”

Tears formed in her eyes.

"She's crying." Said someone behind you. “I didn’t know these freaks had the ability to cry.”

“I didn't know either. It’s something to be studied.” Another responded.

You didn’t know whether to cry because of the pain, humiliation or the possibility of being “studied” for the simple reason of crying.

“Please, I-I need…” You were about to beg for help when the room was enveloped in silence the moment the metal door opened and the Soldat walked through it.

You could see the scientists tense up at the cold look they gave you. He walked towards you in hard, long strides. You looked down trying to avoid further embarrassment; you hated that he saw you like this. His large hands grabbed your arms and pulled you up tightly, you stood up but still looked down.

The Active dragged you through the gray hallways to the room you shared; It wasn't exactly a room, it was more like a cell made up of two single beds covered in faded sheets, a dresser stocked with towels and underwear and a door that led to the bathroom. The soldier let go of his arm abruptly.

"Thanks." You told him still without looking him in the eyes. He made a sound through his mouth similar to a grunt.

His attention was taken by the discomfort running down his legs. Fighting against angry crying, you entered the bathroom, looking at yourself in full and observed the reason for your discomfort: a huge dark red stain that stretched across your entire thigh.

"I hate that!" You shouted angrily.

You threw your blood stained clothes on the floor and ran straight to the shower to clean yourself up. The cold water made your skin burn, but you didn't care, you were already used to the cold water on your skin. After washing up you wrapped yourself in a towel and marched out of the bathroom.

The Asset was sitting on your bed when you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. His gaze was low, cold. You cleared your throat to indicate that you were present in the room. She didn't care about that as her gaze remained low.

In a hurry, you went towards the dresser, taking out a pair of panties, a change of clothes and a tampon. You turned towards the bathroom to change in privacy when the Soldier said:

"Blood." His voice came out hoarse and thick, you turned and faced him, he was looking directly at you.

"What?"

“Blood runs through your legs.” a dozen words, it was the first time he had said so much to you.

His attention was taken by the bloody tear that ran down his leg and fell onto the concrete floor. You found yourself enraged by the situation, looking at the man with a look that would intimidate anyone else.

“I know there's blood coming out of me, idiot. Just go away!” You said with a slightly altered voice, heading to the bathroom and closing the door with a thud.

You took another shower to clean off the discomfort that persisted in running down your legs. After the shower, you put on your panties with the intimate hygiene object after the cold white nightgown over your body and left the bathroom.

The man was still sitting in the same place, motionless, with an empty gaze directed at the wall. You expected him to slap you for shouting, as he did many times on orders from his superiors, to educate you correctly.

Most of the time he was cold and distant, only exclaiming sounds with his mouth when you dared to ask him something and the missions always kept him away. And when he was, he always stood still, like a marble statue just staring into space. It was irritating.

You winced as a pang hit your stomach hard, you groaned at the unpleasant pain. Tears formed in your eyes and your hands shook as you walked to your bed to lie down and wait for the pain to pass. You put your head on the pillow and closed your eyes allowing yourself to pray to whatever was in the sky to take away the pain.

"Can I help you with something?" Once again, half a dozen words directed at you for the second time that day. You opened your eyes and fixed your gaze on him.

"I don't think so." You answered sincerely. “The pain will soon go away.”

He made a sound through his mouth that resembled a mumble. You closed your eyes again trying to relax and forget that the pain was consuming your entire body.

"I can see?"

His question echoed through the room and you opened your eyes again.

“W-what?” You stuttered, maybe you were hearing wrong.

The soldier got up from the bed and walked over to you, stopping right above you.

"The blood. I can see?"

“Why do you want to see my blood?” You asked scared, but he just shrugged.

“I see blood often. This one will be new to me. I would like to know what natural blood is like, caused by nature itself.”

His mind seemed to go into circuit with the excess of information. There he was, a cold and cruel killer, right above you, asking to see his monthly blood. Truth be told, you didn't know if you were scared by the request or the fact that he was so talkative.

“I-I…” you paused as you lifted your torso against the headboard. The Asset sat very close to you. “I don’t know, it’s… it’s…w-what…”

You couldn't stop stuttering.

“I can make the pain go away.” He offered.

You looked deep into his eyes trying to find some humor, but all you found was curiosity. The offer to make the pain go away was very tempting. They, the people who always hurt you, never provided you with anything for pain, just more pain. And now, here was HYDRA's deadliest weapon giving him the opportunity to make the pain go away.

“Can you really?”

With a lot of effort the words escaped his mouth, he just nodded in affirmation. You sighed and exclaimed an affirmation at him.

His hand, the real one, pressed on his shoulder until his head was on the pillow. He crawled until he was on top of you, propped up on his elbows.

His face turns red, and you can feel tears forming in your eyes. His body shakes as he tries to process the Soldat on top of you, on top of you. As if he could feel all his insecurity, placing his right hand, the flesh one, on his scarlet face.

“Trust me, vishnya (cherry).”

The Active brought his face closer to his until their noses touched. You felt a great urge to join your lips with his.

“Soldat.”

"Yes!"

"I can kiss you?"

You could swear the shadow of a smile formed when he heard his request. He nodded his head in affirmation. And then you did. You pressed your lips to his: once, twice, three times. Soldat seemed not to be satisfied with a simple touch of lips. He wanted more. He needed more.

In one swift movement the Soldat forced his tongue into her mouth. You welcomed him happily, even though you didn't know how to properly reciprocate. He walked away and You feared he would do something wrong. Before you could ask what you had done wrong he kissed you again, this time with more truth.

The nightgown that covered his body was opened and his large breasts were exposed. He cupped her breast in his hand, and as he kissed her, he handled the satin-soft flesh with his vibraniu hand. The kiss stopped. The Active stared at her face as he played with her breast.

He gave it a gentle squeeze and then lightly ran his metal nail across her nipple, back and forth, and back and forth again, until they were hard and sensitive.

"That is good?" he asked.

“Yes” You replied.

"This is it?" He pinched her nipple, pulling it hard. Twisting it between his icy fingers. You let out a gasp of pleasure.

"It is good."

His nightshirt was removed and discarded on the floor, next to the bed. The Soldat ran his hands, the real one and the metal one, over his warm body. You arched your back at the sensation and moaned his name in adoration. The pain still kicked him in the ass, but the newfound delight made that inconvenience completely insignificant.

The hands ran over her soft skin until they reached the spot covered by the cotton panties. You closed your legs when you felt the touch on your intimate spot. The Soldat let out a groan at the refusal.

“It’s a mess down there.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Just spread your legs and stay still, I’ll do the rest.”

The Man said with such intensity that you simply obeyed. Her panties covered by the pad were discarded and thrown on the floor next to the bed. You tried to close your legs as you felt the blood pooling, but Soldat's body wouldn't allow it. His eyes closed as a long, shuddering breath left you. Shame clouded his thoughts.

"It's beautiful!" His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, his touch on your skin burning to your fragile bones.

His eyes opened to visualize The Asset staring at her pussy intently, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. His name left his lips like an incantation, shy and low, to break him out of his trance.

"What will you do?"

“Don’t worry, vishnya (cherry). I will take good care of you.”

He propelled his own body until he was on top of You again. You fought with all your might not to look away from his.

“My vishnnya (cherry)” he murmured before his mouth grabbed your left nipple. His wet tongue roamed the hard bud. His eyes always look towards his reddened face. It felt like fire was consuming her as she was bathed in pure ecstasy all at once. You moaned shamelessly as your body received his attention.

His lips moved to the valley between her breasts as he kissed lower and lower. His tongue grazed his skin, tasting the sweetness of his skin and marking it, leaving a reddish trail wherever his mouth passed.

He kept moving until he reached between her thighs. His palms roamed his thighs. For a man with such a cruel reputation, he was being kind to You.

His breath hitched when you felt his finger, from his real hand, press your clit. All your consciousness flew away as his finger played with that sensitive button. A loud moan escaped as he continued to work vigorously on her swollen clit.

He held you in place with the strong grip of his metal arm as he stimulated your clit, reducing You to a panting, wet mess.

"Still hurts?"

The question barely reached his ears; pleasure simply clouded everything around him.

“No…” You stammered. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” The pain was nothing more than an unhappy memory in his messy head filled with ecstasy.

You gasped as your hips bucked forward, towards his finger.

“Please” You begged pathetically, not knowing exactly why you were begging.

A sparkle appeared in his eyes, your heart skipped a beat in your chest as he continued to stimulate you harder and faster this time. His pussy ached as You reached a violent climax.

He moved away, sitting between his legs, taking off his shirt surrounded by pockets and combat utensils, leaving his chest covered in scars visible. You sighed at the privileged view. He lowered his pants down to his thighs exposing his hard member. Big. He was Big.

"Open your legs." He said in a deep timbre that sent shivers through her body.

You obeyed. Feeling so exposed and vulnerable, holding her legs open for him. Fear and uncertainty colored his mind as many thoughts ran through his head, anticipating the actions that awaited him. You always expect pain. However, his heart begged You to trust him. You chose to listen to feeling and leave reason aside.

His body shivered with need when you looked into those blue eyes like the sky. He pressed his lips to yours. His body stiffened beneath him as he felt a finger penetrate him. Tension washed over You as he worked with his fingers. You didn't want to get it dirty.

"Stop, please!"

"I hurt you?" He asked, his eyes shining with concern.

“I don’t want to get you dirty.”

"Don't worry about that." he kissed you to calm all his bad thoughts. You relaxed and allowed yourself to feel the good things he gave you without worrying about anything.

Your body shakes as he continues to work your slick folds. You were so wet that he found no obstacle to adding a second digit. He was so skilled with his fingers that you felt a strange wave run from the tip of your toe to his head.

His legs shook and your wet walls trembled around him as the pace quickened. He stimulated you with such mastery that a series of meaningless babbles escaped your lips. The room filled with the sound of her wet pussy being stimulated and her moans.

With one last stimulus, a sensation of absolute pleasure bathed his body in the purest ecstasy. His mouth covered You to swallow his sound. His tongue passed over his, savoring his taste. You were a post-orgasm mess as he took that swollen, hard man part that needed to be satisfied to your tight, tough pussy, which he bled his way through.

In one quick movement his fingers dug into his back, feeling the way his muscles contracted and relaxed with the movement. You clung to him tightly. His body burned with pleasure, a pleasure you never imagined you would have.

His hands spread his legs even wider and his big, thick cock sank even deeper into You. His grip on your hips seemed to tighten, pushing You against the bed. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he continued to penetrate You.

He pounded into you again, and again, and again, until the climax came to You again, even harder than the last time. He fucked You for what seemed like hours as he began to slow down as he rode for his own release, filling You with his lust, emptying himself with a deep, animalistic moan.

His lips parted panting and his hands gripped the sheets tightly as he felt his hot release fill you. He pulled out of your pussy leaving you empty. His legs shook like jelly as the rest of his release along with the monthly blood left You and fell onto the sheets below.

Soldat rolled out of bed. You closed your eyes as you let yourself appreciate the mix of sensations that surrounded you. With your enhanced ears you could tell that Soldat had gone into the bathroom to clean up the mess on his member. When he came back, he sat on the bed next to her hips.

“It still hurts, vishnnya?"He asked, sincerely.

You opened your eyes and were faced with that sapphire blue immensity. A smile formed on his lips.

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: None (Yet) in chapters to come there will be smut (and lots of it) and possible violence/blood/gore

Chapter Word Count: 2803

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A/N: My first Supernatural fic so I hope it doesn’t suck ass. Only proof read by myself, so pls let me know of any errors so I can correct! Also I know at this point in the series Dean is more serious, however I love pre-Hell Dean so imma bring some of those vibes in here. This is also posted on my AO3.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 3

The rest of that day was pretty uneventful. Charlie practically threw my sad lone duffle bag through the front door and left before I could give her a piece of my mind for just leaving me here. I helped Sam put away the groceries he’d bought, emphasising that ‘we don’t put things down, we put them away’, otherwise we end up living in filth again. I also cleared some space around the study area that seems to be the centre of the bunker, and much to my dismay, threw out even more take-out boxes and beer bottles. I arranged all of the research that had been left on the desk in a mess, organising it into piles of read and unread; or at least what looked read and unread to me. The whole time Dean sat at this very desk and was watching cartoons on Sam’s laptop whilst his brother was in the shower, letting me do all the dirty work as he just sat there and relaxed. When I was finally done, I slumped down in the chair opposite him and slid all of the neat stacks of research towards myself. Dean looked up at me, his relaxed ‘cartoon-watching’ expression fading slightly.

“What are you doing?” He asked. I looked up at him like he was stupid.

“What do you think? I’m catching up on what you guys have been researching.”

He closed the laptop and folded his arms across his chest, the cotton of his flannel pulling tight over his large biceps.

“That’s such a waste of time.”

“And why, pray tell, is it such a waste of time Dean?”

“It’ll take you days, maybe weeks to catch up on what we know - either me or Sam can give you a rundown on what’s most important in an hour,” his tone was very matter-of-fact, like he didn’t want to be argued with. I sighed, crossing my arms on the table in front of me, leaning forwards.

“That’s great, you can still do that, but the more clued up I am as to what is going on then the more chance we have of finding what you need,” I paused for a second, a thought flashing across my mind. “Come to think of it, you haven’t even told me why I’m here, other than to ‘do research’. What are you looking for that has you so stumped?” Dean sucked a breath in through teeth, shifting slightly in his chair.

“The Fist Blade,” his tone had a thickness to it that I couldn’t place.

“The First Blade? As in Cain and Abel? THAT First Blade? ”

“Bingo.”

“But surely that’s long gone by now, it’s been two millennia at least. Nothing can last that long…can it?” I asked almost rhetorically. Dean shrugged.

“That’s what we want to know too,” his eyes flicked up and caught mine, his gaze burning into mine for only a moment with such intensity I felt my breath catch in my chest. The dark purple bruising on his face around his eyes made that forest green even more vibrant and alluring. There was a pause - for some reason I couldn’t look away and I had to catch myself before glancing at his bruised lips, which I knew already were devilishly charming. Right as I gave in to temptation and saw the corner of Deans poor split lip twitch into a smirk, Sam saved the day by striding in, towel-drying his hair. He paused, looked at us and frowned quizzically, almost like he was more surprised that we weren’t throwing furniture at each other. He didn’t say anything on that topic though, because as he looked around he noticed I’d cleaned. Again.

“(Y/n) you really have to stop cleaning up our mess,” he smiled, hanging his towel on the back of his chair as he took a seat next to me, his long legs grazing mine slightly.

“Sam just say ‘thank you’,” I tilted my head up to him - he was still enormous even when he was sitting down. He laughed slightly, almost bashfully as he looked down for a second at his twiddling thumbs before locking his eyes with mine again.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I returned his smile at last, holding it for a few seconds before continuing: “So Dean has just been explaining to me what you’re looking for. Surely the First Blade is long gone by now? How would it have survived this long, and still be functional - not just some pile of dust?” Sam huffed out an already exasperated breath, slouching back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, much like how Dean was sitting.

“I have no idea, at this point I feel like we’re grasping at air,” we all mumbled in agreement, suddenly sitting in a solemn sort of silence. It was short lived though as Sam leant forwards, pushing his damp hair from his eyes and trying to lighten the mood.

“Guys why don’t we just leave it for a few hours and get something for dinner? It’s getting late and we should really eat.” Dean suddenly sprang forwards, sitting up straight and lacing his fingers together on the desk with a grin on his stupid face.

“Good idea Sammy - I can’t wait to try her cooking. If she can cook half as well as she cleans then we’re in for a treat.”

“You son of a bitch!” I jumped up, grasping the first thing I could find (a file on God knows what) and smacked him across the face with it. Deans head turned with the force - albeit not much - and another stupid grin crept onto his stupid lips. He chuckled his deep, chesty laugh and tenderly touched his already sore face, wincing slightly.

“Just for a second I forgot you hated my guts,” he drawled, rising to his feet.

“Well you don’t do yourself any favours by talking to me like that.”

“Yeah? Well maybe if you weren’t such a hot head you’d be able to take a joke.”

“A joke? You call that a joke? Jokes are supposed to be funny, Dean, there wasn’t even a punchline,” I had started to raise my voice slightly and he gave me an extremely puzzled look.

“Hold the fucking phone - are you mad at me because I ‘insulted’ you or are you mad that there was no punchline?”

“I’m mad at YOU, because you’re just trying to rub me up the wrong way on purpose!”

There was a pause, and a smirk and a twinkle in Deans eye.

“Well I’m sure if you ask Sam nicely he’ll rub you up the right way.”

“DEAN!” Sam and I both cut in at the same time and when I glanced at him I noticed a faint pink glow on his cheeks.

“What?” He threw his hands up, “Sam you’ve been acting like a schoolgirl around her since we met her at the diner, always jumping to her aid first. Just admit you have a crush ok?” Dean gave his younger brother an ‘all knowing look’ as Sam covered his face.

“Dean I’m going to pretend you never said any of that and just move on,” Sam turned to me and said in a hushed tone “I’m so sorry,” before looking back at his brother, who was now reaching for his jacket. “And where are you going?” Sam quizzed.

“To get dinner, that’s what this whole conversation escalated from right? About what we were going to eat? Well I’m going to get takeout, what do you both want?” Dean said, throwing his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Dean sit down,” I chimed in, my voice sterner than I intended.

“What?”

“Just sit the fuck down. Both of you. Carry on researching and making yourself useful,” I said, moving away from the table.

“Why?” Sam did as he was told but Dean looked at me like I’d asked him to eat tofu.

“Because I’m not letting you boys eat yourself to death with E numbers and MSG. I’ll cook something,” and as the words left my mouth I saw Deans eyebrows raise so much I thought they might push his hairline back. Before he could get a single word out Sam spoke on behalf of both of them:

“If you’re really ok doing that, (Y/n), you’ve already done so much today-”

“Sam it’s fine, I really don’t mind. I actually enjoy cooking, and since Bobby’s been gone I’ve had no one to cook for. So yeah it’s ok,” I smiled at him reassuringly, and he smiled back.

“Ok, if you’re sure,” he paused, looking to his older brother who had removed his jacket and was taking a seat again, “I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to just because Dean-”

“Really Sam, I’m fine with it. I was planning to cook even before the jackass opened his trap.” The younger Winchester gave me a final ‘ok’ before I spun on my heel and walked towards the kitchen, not even bothering to give the older Winchester a second glance.

I guess it’s time to find out what these boys have lurking in their pantry.

*

I’d been cooking for maybe half an hour when I was finally done and called the boys to the kitchen. I set three places at the table, and placed down three beers and enough cutlery for all of us, alongside various condiments they might want. I was just serving up as they walked in, muttering to themselves about something they’d researched. As they both sat down, I placed two plates in front of them and watched their faces light up.

“STEAK!” They both had wide grins as they picked up their cutlery and immediately dug in.

“Don’t get too excited, it’s nothing special. Plus the fries were frozen and the mac ‘n’ cheese was instant,” I said, placing down my own plate and taking a seat between them.

“Don’t care, ‘s home cooked,” Dean said with a mouthful of food, reaching for his beer. Sam just nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Well ok then,” I smiled to myself, I guess a little happy that they were happy. And for once that Dean had nothing smart to say. Yet.

*

Dinner was pretty uneventful - and short - as the boys practically inhaled their food. When their plates were empty they just sat at the table in a happy silence, rubbing their full bellies.

“Considering you just used what we already had and didn’t go shopping for anything, that was fucking beautiful,” Dean said, stifling a burp. I looked at him in surprise.

“Oh… Thanks Dean,” I half smiled down at him as I stood to collect their plates. He put his hand out to stop me, taking them from my grasp and pushed gently on my shoulder, urging me to sit. He returned the half smile, standing up.

“No problem. Now let me do this, you’ve done enough for us today already. Take a break,” his voice was low and strangely kind towards me, and I was almost lost for words as I felt his firm chest brush against my arm as he took the plates from me, his body heat reaching my skin through the fabric. Was he being serious, or just leading up to be a dick in a rather roundabout way? Who knows. But I should try to appreciate the moment at least.

Dean washed up whilst Sam dried everything and put it all away, and I sat sipping my beer as they bustled about for a few minutes. Once they were done, Sam took his seat back at the table and Dean grabbed the tea towel, roughly wiping the surfaces and flinging it over his shoulder when he was done.

“And now it’s pie time,” he said suddenly, sparks of joy in his voice. I grinned.

“Oooh, can I have some?” I asked. Dean turned to look at me like I’d asked him to shoot a puppy, and Sam muttered an ‘oh boy’ under his breath.

“Can you have some?” Dean repeated my request back to me, those sparks of joy in his voice no longer there.

“Yeah…please? I saw it in the fridge earlier, there’s definitely enough to share,” I stated, starting to feel like I was missing something here. Sam cleared his throat and I turned to look at him, an unusual expression on his face.

“Uhhh…(Y/n), Dean doesn’t share his pie. Not even with me.” Dean slammed the fridge door closed, said pie now in hand.

“You’re Goddamn right. The pies mine, now back off,” he gave me a warning look as he grabbed a fork and sat back down next to me again.

“Fuck me; really? What are you, a child? Who the fuck won’t share a pie made for four people?” I asked, getting exasperated with Deans bullshit. I knew the kindness wouldn’t last.

“Me.”

“Fuck you.”

“Guys, I’m gonna go and get some sleep - I’ll be back in a few hours. Thanks for dinner (Y/n), it was great,” Sam stood and pinched the bridge of his nose, not being inconspicuous at all about being done with bickering between Dean and I. He smiled softly at me before he left, patting my shoulder as I said a quiet ‘sleep well’ to him before he exited the room. Then it just left me and Dean. Again.

“Just one slice,” I asked abruptly, watching him shovel pastry into his face.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Dean I made you dinner and tidied your shit, the least you can do is give me a slice,” I slid forward in my chair, inching closer to him in a new attempt to get him to share.

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Fuck,” I threw my hands up before leaning forwards a little more so I was now close enough to smell him. And annoyingly he smelt divine - his cologne mixed with the scent of old leather and woodsmoke, perhaps a little gunpowder too. I breathed in, trying to get to the sweet smell of the desert he had, but all I could smell was him. I tried to ignore it. He was still a douchebag.

“One bite?” He sighed and turned to look at me, noses almost touching as I flinched back, not realising how much I’d shuffled towards him. He sighed, dropping his head slightly.

“Ok, just one bite,” he said as I did a very quiet squeal of delight. I reached for the fork in his hand but he held it up out of my reach, shaking his head.

“No. Not you.”

“Dean, come on.”

“Open.”

“What are you-”

“Open your mouth,” he said sternly, those evergreen eyes finding mine.

“Wait wha-”

“Open your Goddamn mouth (Y/n)” he said, his voice turning gravelly as I felt his breath on my face. I felt heat start to flood my cheeks and I couldn’t tell what emotion it was coming from, as I had started to feel a lot of things all at once. What made my head spin a little though was hearing my name fall from his lips - he hadn’t said it before, at least not to my face. And I hated myself for liking how it sounded. I didn’t say anything to him as I eventually did as I was told; opening my mouth and instinctively sticking out my tongue a little. I wasn’t sure where to look, so I looked at him - the concentration on his face as he scooped up an acceptable amount of pie to part with was amusing to say the least. Happy with my tiny portion, he turned to me and put the fork on my tongue, to which I closed my lips around as he slowly pulled it from my mouth, leaving the amazingly sweet desert behind. With my eyes now closed, I couldn’t help but hum in delight, savouring every flavour before I swallowed it down. Slowly opening my eyes again, I wasn’t expecting to see Dean still watching me, lips slightly parted as his gaze flickered between my eyes and my sticky lips, which I was now licking clean. He seemed to catch himself quickly though, immediately scooping up more pie for himself and cramming it into his own mouth. I sat back in my chair, picking up my beer and draining the bottle.

“Next time you buy a pie, Winchester,” I started, standing and tossing the bottle in the bin, “buy one for me so we don’t have this problem again.” He looked up at me just as I turned to leave.

“No promises,” his lip quirked slightly - so slightly that I wondered if he’d even smirked at all. I scoffed, giving him one last look as I rolled my eyes before I left the room to continue researching.

“Fuck you.”

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Chapter 4

[manytoonepoet13]

Fragaria Memories - Ever Red Visual Analysis Essay

"I still remember, the sun, the memories, and the lack of guidance, shown in this cross section of this red pieces/fragment. Truth/reality, even in time, you can't take it away. Forever certain, this is something I will not forget."

(Duration of Analysis: December 2023 - April 2024).

A. Wiki (Intro Tab: Overview of the story section).

The mains of each bouquet is shown through little fragments with the colour of their respectively bouquet. Though, note that Cielomort and Badobarm's fragments are showcasing their entire face, this shows that they're a whole, complete, untouched by the corruption of the anxiety brought by the seeds.

Now, look at Hallritt's fragment, a part of his face is cut-off right across the surface of his fragment, "Cross section of this piece/fragment". His purity - something so precious to him was taken away, not only that, but it was reversed. He was reversed, giving birth to his alter-ego, this evil Hallritt. Additionally, the part that was taken out matches perfectly with the "evil" part shown in the mv - this being a little clue for what is to come.

B. Music Video (Analyzing frames that feel important).

From what I've noticed while watching the mv, it has this margin that maintained throughout the mv, which is rather reminiscent of a camera, befitting the line "I still remember", 0:55, that would pop up along the intro. The connection here is that he's recalling these memories as if he was watching them through an old videotape. Though since his and his friend's memories don't align, it felt like an error in his mind (think of a movie where you told your friend about a certain scene and they disregard it, saying that it didn't happen in the movie and told you about a completely different scene instead), therefore causing the glitches we frequently see in the mv.

Another connection to the glitches is this shot of the Fragaria crest with impeccable lighting, I may add, making everything look oh so great before the "camera fell" and the lenses shattered (shown in various scenes throughout the mv but it's more prominent in this scene), the everything became lone, corrupted and gray, 1:05 - 1:11.

Who was holding the camera you might ask? Hallritt. After all, the ones who get to hold the camera are those who get to tell the story (quote pointed out by my best friend).

This is due to the reason that 1.) This is Hallritt's pov and he's the main character and 2.) He's too optimistic - Merold, 2024.

He's always excited whenever he's given the chance to help, he's passionate about fulfilling his duty that it feels like his joy and love for his job and the people around him is overflowing. This is why he's holding the camera, the one who got to tell the story. The one who caused all of this.

The next scene needed to be taken into account is the overlapping clocks 1:28 - this may symbolizes the, as the name suggests, overlapping of timelines. - As we know, there are two separate timelines, told by the voice dramas and the songs. The latter somewhat foreshadowing what happened in the past timeline.

Other than that, I have a feeling that maybe, just maybe, there might be a timeloop in Fragaria.

Now, why do I think there's a possible timeloop?

CLOCKS. While yes, the clocks may mean that time has passed and they can no longer turn it back, they could also mean that they are running out of time before the loop restarts.

I'll assume that it's the seeds' corruption on Hallritt that allowed this timeloop to start. And this aligns with the seeds' form of corruption as well, anxiety.

This timeloop theory is more on a figurative and psychological sense rather than a literal and physical one. This will be in relation as to how Hallritt was feeling upon being corrupted.

Since the seeds bring anxiety, I believe we should take a look at that. -Many people have repetitive anxious "thoughts" that trigger fear responses and believe they will never be able to get rid of them. - AnxietyCentre.com. "Can't take it away." "I still remember."

This is where the timeloop theory comes into play:

Hallritt's been corrupted, and is now having these anxious thoughts (memories), about causing the destruction during the first timeline. And now in the current timeline, he's once again having these thoughts because he still remembers what he has done, and while he's trying to make a change, he's also anxiously counting down the minutes until it's gonna happen again.

When corruption shall resurface.

After all, the current world is already corrupted, shown in this close up of the Fragaria crest now rusty (shown in various clips). The knowledge and sight of this may be Hallritt's trigger, causing him to have a fear response.

That response being the glitched out image of him and his friends, 3:29, that paired with the margin, makes it look like an actual videotape that one could watch (as pointed out earlier). This may contribute to the next scene where the words "Live in memories" appear, as well as when the color of the background went from, red to white, the red again, only for the transition to take place (which looks like the opening and closing of the eyes, most probably Hallritt's), switching to white once more, then a blur, then gray, with each of the other knights' crest orbiting around Hallritt's before disappearing one by one.

What I would like to pay attention to is the thing is, despite Merold's crest being flashed first, his crest disappeared last, giving the impression that he knows something. Given that earlier, 1:27, him and hallritt were together in the middle of the line "Can't take it away". Other than that, later on, 2:43, he transitioned from his usual color palette to black and white. (Your Melody may give us some insights as to what that may be).

The transition from red, to white then black represents how Hallritt vies the current timeline, how every was so vibrant, rendered to black and white. (This, I believe, is where his repetitive, anxious thoughts is shown).

Other than that, my bestfriend also pointed out that the mv is basically just red, gray, then glitch and repeat, which gives way to the timeloop theory pointed out earlier.

I would also like to point out that in the second timeline, it's not Hallritt that is corrupting the world, it's the world that's corrupting Hallritt. Let me explain; the overlapping of timelines I've mentioned earlier plays here: It is because of that fact why the seeds are still having power over the world, why the Fragarian crest is already rusty, because despite the fact that the timeline restarted, the overlapping caused it to be corrupted by default, further triggering Hallritt's thoughts, leading him to think this will only last until the "end" of time.

"Ever Last".

He can never forget it, he will always be tied down by the ribbon's hold as if he was on a leash, bring everyone down with him, 3:42 - 3:45.

But he doesn't want that, no.

He doesn't want to hurt people, especially since it was all his fault, because of his "lack of guidance".

So he'll just glitch himself out of the picture, just so he'll not cause any more problems, 3:49. After all, that's what he is, right? A glitch?

But if there is one that's certain, "this is something I will never forget".

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"The knights ask for nothing in return for their love."

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Do you have any x reader soulmate fics? Preferably with the bad sanses:)

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Once More, With Feeling by TeaTinBlix (Mature, Incomplete)

It's a place where weird things happen, and kids go missing. It's a place where everyone grows up being told to stay away from. It's a place Frisk grew used to hearing scary stories about. But someone also once told Frisk that there was Magic on that mountain, and that if they were lucky, Mt. Ebott would grant them a wish. Any wish. And with Frisk's older sister, You, practically on death's doorstep, they were willing to take any chance they could. And as luck would have it, Frisk literally stumbled right into the Underground and had the adventure of a lifetime. However, by the time they were able to free the monsters and make their way back out to the surface, their new friends and their magic in tow, not even a wish could bring back what Frisk had lost. Because at the end of every single run through the Underground, no matter how quickly Frisk hurried, as the sun rose over the mountain You succumb to an illness you've been battling for a long time. So with one final Reset, Frisk goes back farther than they ever have before. If they can't bring the monsters to You... they'll bring You to the monsters! It's Frisk's last hope, and Your last chance.

Captive Hearts by oftheabyss (Explicit, Incomplete)

Do you ever feel like your life consists of disaster after disaster? You would have said no before, but when an unknown evil takes you hostage, you sense a dramatic change in your lifestyle approaching. First, you get kidnapped, then stabbed, and now you're being held captive by these intimidating (and hot) skeletons who seem determined to keep you safe for some reason. You can't help but ask how an ordinary human like you got roped into this mess. You have no idea that you're the soulmates of one of the most powerful groups in the multiverse. ... TLDR: The Bad Sanses (Nightmare, Error, Cross, Killer, Dust, Axe, and Lust) and their soulmate (Gender Neutral Reader).

You Are Filled With Kindness by Jackalope_Doodles (Mature, Incomplete)

You are Y/N L/N, a Kindness Mage that has been thrown to the wolves, er, the monsters. With a war going on throughout the land Y/N is half convinced that the Monsters must be better, but instead she's met with suspicion, anger, and a lot of hungry creatures. it doesn't take long for her to find her niche only for it to all be uprooted again and again as she takes different monsters into her life and into her soul, including her very own soulmate... Who tried to kill her as soon as he saw her. Great. ///// I'm not a great author, can't claim to be at all, but I enjoy to write and I enjoy seeing people's reactions. I normally keep all of my writings to myself but after the great response from Your World I felt inclined to share again once i had the time to write once more. I've started and restarted several different fics, but this is the one that's stuck around the longest. I can't promise to finish it, but I can promise to try.

Gravitational Pull by Sendryl (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Soulmates have always existed. Every sentient being has a soulmate mark, hidden from sight until their first moment of physical contact with their soulmate. Unfortunately, matches have been relatively rare for many centuries. Turns out there's a reason for that, and when the monsters come out from under the mountain, everyone finds out why. It's because a massive amount of soulmates were stuck in the Underground. Everyone says that soulmates are a wonderful gift from the universe, a lovely person meant for you and you alone. And while that's mostly true, it doesn't necessarily mean that your relationship will run smoother than anyone else's. It just means that you know you can make it work together. You meet your soulmate a few years after monsters emerge, and you know even before your first touch that you're in for a punny time!

His Starry Night on You by Witchcraftandwine (Mature, Incomplete)

some people have a picture on their body, a connection between them and the one who is meant only for them, these marks are soul marks. When your mark flares into beautiful focus after a life altering event you realise that while experience may have made you jaded against romance, fate had other ideas.

[werecat1234]

Multiverse Madness Chapter Twenty

One month had passed since the trip to the Omega Timeline, and all was going great! Murder had gotten settled in at Blue's and Stretch's house, Dream was taking breaks, Ink wasn't drinking an overwhelming amount of yellow paint again, and Blue's meetings with Error had continued to be punctual and thankfully uninterrupted since Fresh had shown up there a month ago. Cross hadn't shown up since he'd been hurt back in Aftertale, but someone else had joined Nightmare's team. Ink said he was from an AU called 'Undertale: Insanity', which raised some reasonable alarms.

Murder absolutely hated him, and vice versa, since according to Murder they had some form of past that mainly involved fighting. Blue was sure Insanity was probably nice, under the silence and giggling and attacking like a rabid dog, but even Dream didn't think that was the case. Ink hadn't mentioned who he'd talked to at the Omega Timeline, but that might have been because he forgot, or maybe it was because he just didn't want them to know. Then again, Ink forgot a lot about Cross too, and Blue, Dream, and Murder had their doubts about how much he'd actually forgotten.

Ink must have had a reason for not helping him, right? He wouldn't just leave someone there to suffer, especially knowing Nightmare was recruiting. Murder was also getting his chances to help spread positivity, which was another good thing to come of this. It was actually where they were now, dealing with the aftermath of the Darks' most recent terror-spreading spree.

"HERE, DON'T WORRY, I'VE GOT YOU!" Blue reassured, helping a Snowdrake up. 

"Thank you..." The Snowdrake said, smiling a bit, "I guess they really didn't like my jokes, huh?..."

"NO, NO! IT WASN'T THAT! THEY'RE JUST... EVIL IS ONE WORD FOR THEM. YOUR JOKES ARE GREAT!" Blue replied, and he saw Murder pulling some rubble away from a small monster child.

Murder stumbled back as the little monster lunged at him, hugging him tightly in relief, Murder sending a look towards Dream that screamed 'what do i do?!'. Dream laughed a bit from where he was a few feet away, having several monster children clinging to him for comfort, his natural aura making them feel safe. Ink was painting new houses and buildings, recreating things civilians had lost from the attacks, along with painting foods and drinks and healing items for whoever was injured.

Ink had had to paint Blue a new scarf this morning, due to Blue leaving it back at Error's Antivoid. Error had mentioned the Creators were talking nonstop how something bad would happen, something was going to go wrong, and Error had actually grabbed Blue, despite Blue seeing the panic on his face. 

"blue, seriously. i don't trust this. something is going to go wrong. they haven't shut up about it and it's freaking me out!" Error told him, hand glitching as he tightly held Blue's arm, error signs in his eye sockets.

"ERROR, MY FRIEND, I WILL BE PERFECTLY FINE! NOTHING WILL HAPPEN TO ME, I PROMISE! YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME!" Blue reassured, "AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO HOLD ME HERE, YOU'RE MY ONLY WAY OUT OF THIS PLACE, YOU KNOW!" 

Error thought about that for a moment, letting him go and backing up a large distance, breathing quickly but starting to calm down. Blue knew Error had been trying to get over his haphephobia for a while now, and he was proud of him for the progress he'd made, but he still didn't want him to stress himself out. That could cause a really bad crash, not to mention Error causing himself a panic attack, which he didn't need to do. Error took a few minutes to calm down, before muttering, 

"i don't want something happening to you. you're the only anomaly that doesn't drive me insane..." Error muttered.

"ERROR... WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS FOR WHAT, A FEW YEARS NOW? LONGER? YOU KNOW ME. YOU KNOW I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. I WILL BE PERFECTLY FINE, I PROMISE! NOTHING CAN HARM THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, MWEH HEH HEH HEH!" Blue grinned, and Error looked at him in contemplation before seeming to resolve himself, walking forward.

Blue was confused at first, then surprised as Error very loosely hugged him, keeping contact to an absolute minimum. Blue was shocked, arms at his sides as he thought about what to do here. 

"if something happens to you, i will do two things: tell you i told you so, and beat the crap out of you. got it?" Error asked, squeezing a bit despite the rapid glitches and tremors, his breathing fast and more staticky than normal.

"WELL THEN I HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, AND YOU WILL SAY NO SUCH THING!" Blue replied, before asking, "WOULD YOU BE COMFORTABLE IF I HUG YOU BACK?"

". . . i'll see how long i can last." Error replied.

"ERROR-" Blue started. 

"do it. i want to do this right since i might not try it again." Error told him sternly.

Blue hesitated, before lightly hugging him back, avoiding too much contact, before asking, "WHAT MADE YOU TRY IT NOW? SOMETHING HAPPEN ON UNDERNOVELLA?"

"asgoro is safe." Error replied, and Blue laughed a bit. 

Error pulled away, crashing for a few moments before rebooting, and once he did, Blue had taken off his scarf, holding it out to him.

"HERE. IF IT EASES YOUR MIND, IF SOMETHING DOES IN SOME IMPOSSIBLE SITUATION HAPPEN TO ME, I WANT YOU TO LOOK AFTER THIS FOR ME. IT'S MY FAVORITE SCARF, AND I DON'T WANT IT DAMAGED." Blue told him.

Error grabbed it, holding it in his red and yellow fingers before saying, "you better hope it's impossible, or i'm kicking your a-"

Blue was drawn from his thoughts by Murder letting out an 'oof', another monster child clinging to him behind, arms around his neck to hold themselves up, and Blue had never seen someone look so awkward and uncertain. Murder was not used to this kind of thing, and it showed. Blue took some pictures, smiling a bit as he saw Ink doing the same. Everything was light-hearted and happy, until Dream winced, looking around.

"guys! the darks are at it again!" Dream called out, getting Blue's, Murder's, and Ink's attention.

"then let's go! where are they?" Ink asked.

"i can sense them a few aus over, in an outertale au!" Dream answered.

"THEN LET'S GO HELP THEM!" Blue declared, Murder and Dream getting the monster children off of themselves before Ink opened a portal, the four heroes running through.

The portal closed, Blue ducking as a piece of debris flew past his head, and explosions were going off around them. Blue could hear Killer laughing, his Gaster Blaster firing in the distance, and Blue saw attacks being turned purple and returned to their sender. Blue looked over at Murder, seeing him looking uneasy at the moment, be it the chaos around them or the medication making him anxious again.

"YOU CAN RELAX, MY FRIEND." Blue reassured Murder.

"uh..?" Murder seemed confused, likely trying to play it off.

"I CAN TELL YOU'RE GETTING NERVOUS." Blue told him.

"i'm fine, blue..." Murder insisted.

"FINE OR NOT, YOU DON'T NEED TO WORRY! WE'RE GOING TO WIN THIS, AND THEN BE HOME IN TIME FOR TACOS!" Blue replied, and he saw Horror in the distance on a rooftop, and his and Blue's eyelights met.

"guys! the stars are here!!" Horror called out, alerting his team before vanishing as Murder shot bones at him, seeming to grow a bit less anxious, be it from Blue's words or just the oncoming battle. 

"there goes our element of surprise..." Murder muttered, and Blue saw Insanity peeking from behind a corner, twitching and ticking in a way that sent shivers down Blue's spine. 

Murder saw him too, splitting off for the two of them to fight, and Dream summoned his knives as he saw Dust a bit away, Dust using blue magic on him before summoning multiple attacks, Horror doing the same as they teamed up against Dream. Ink split off from Blue, fighting Cross a bit away, the two fighting each other like usual, and Blue went on guard as he looked around for Killer.

"left all alone, huh blueberry?~" Killer asked from behind Blue, making him jump forward, spinning around midair and firing a Gaster Blaster at him, which Killer brought up a wall of bones to block.

"YOU KNOW I HATE BEING CALLED THAT..." Blue glared as Killer's theme started up again.

"why do you think i call you that?~" Killer smirked, summoning several sharp bones, Blue dodging them and summoning his own bones before firing them at Killer. 

Killer dodged them quickly, teleporting out of sight before Blue heard movement from behind, turning around to see Killer lunging at him, slashing his knife, and Blue teleported out of the way of the red slash that came from it. Blue fired more bones back at Killer, purposefully missing him and narrowly dodging Killer's attacks. He remembered what Error told him a month ago, and he was using it, as this was the first time he'd fought Killer since Cross had been injured.

Blue continued narrowly dodging attacks, and he saw Killer getting overconfident, which was exactly what Blue wanted. Soon, Killer pinned Blue down with some bones, summoning his Gaster Blaster, only for Blue to have secretly summoned multiple Gaster Blasters, firing them at Killer as he teleported away, the blasts hitting their target. Killer went flying a bit away, clothes scorched and tattered, and he looked at Blue in surprise, and Blue grinned as he saw Killer look genuinely impressed.

"huh.... not bad." Killer admitted, Horror teleporting over to him to check on him before they exchanged a look, Horror summoning and firing multiple sharp bones at Blue, his theme mixing into Killer's.

Blue was regretting the strategy; he hadn't considered Horror coming to Killer's aid. He felt a massive shiver of dread go down his spine, looking around as black liquid shot across the ground over to Dust, Nightmare forming from it and attacking Dream, the two of them teaming up. Blue immediately grew worried, as Nightmare rarely joined fights anymore, and this could only mean one thing: Bad news. Nightmare attacked Dream with his tentacles, Dream slicing through them with his knives, only to get hit by Dust's bone attacks.

Blue had to concentrate on his fight with Killer and Horror, as he couldn't let himself get distracted, but he was worried for his friend, especially since Murder and Ink were nowhere to be found. Blue had to be quick on his feet, dodging Killer's rapid sharp bones and Horror's bloody, jagged ones, weaving through the attacks and blocking and countering them with his own. Horror swung at him with his axe, Blue summoning a bone in his hands to block the blade by going past it and to the handle, Blue sliding out of the way and pulling Horror forward, sending him flying into Killer, who had come up behind Blue. Horror landed on Killer, the two hitting the ground hard, Blue summoning a Gaster Blaster and firing it at them as Horror helped them up, Killer teleporting them both out of the way before firing multiple sharp bones at Blue again.

Blue blocked the bones with a bone shield, jumping up to avoid bones shot up from the ground and firing several Gaster Blasters at Horror and Killer, Horror bringing up walls of bones around them to block the blasts. As the bones lowered, Killer lunged at Blue, slashing his knife, and Blue teleported out of the way, using blue magic to pull Killer down and summoning a Gaster Blaster above him, firing it at Killer as he dodged more of Horror's bones. Blue couldn't keep this up forever, already growing tired from the amount of magic he was using, but he kept fighting, occasionally sending glances towards Dream to see if he was doing ok, and Dream was... well... he was holding his own, but barely. Nightmare seemed to be strengthened by Dust's hatred of Dream, and Dream was weakened by it as it was, making the fight unevenly matched. Blue dodged another one of Killer's attacks, countering Horror's in the process, and he saw something in the distance.

It was black and white and getting thrown across the sky? Space? Was that what it was called in Outertale? Blue was uncertain, but that didn't change the fact that Cross was just thrown into a meteor.

"cross?!" Dust called out, seeing this happen, and Killer and Horror both looked up, Blue taking this as a chance to teleport away and regain some stamina.

Ink appeared on a rooftop, whooping in triumph as Blue watched in shock as a giant Sans(?) landed next to him after flying over. He had to be around a story tall, and he had three wings, a pair of red, orange, and yellow bird wings, a pair of cyan and green bat wings, and a pair of white and purple skeleton wings. He had a white skeleton tail with a claw on the end, and wasn't wearing a shirt, his monster soul visible under his ribcage, and he had a rainbow cape with rainbow fluff around his neck, and his arms were black. Thankfully he was wearing shorts, which were black and looked like a traditional Sans's, and he had three sharp teeth over each side of his mouth, and the top half of a Gaster Blaster was hovering over his skull. The Gaster Blaster had a red left eye, the red, orange, and yellow bird wings had a green and cyan eye, the cyan and green bat wings had a yellow and dark blue eye, and the white and purple skeleton wings had an orange and purple eye, the Sans's eyelights themselves white.

"INK!! IS THAT SERAPHIM?!?!" Dream exclaimed in shock, Nightmare and Dust having stopped attacking to look at the new arrival.

"UH HUH!!!" Ink nodded in excitement, a high pitched version of Megalovania starting.

Cross got up, teleporting to a rooftop and sending multiple bones at Ink, Ink dodging before lunging at him with Broomie. Dust split off from Nightmare and Dream, attacking Seraphim with a Gaster Blaster, the top half of the Gaster Blaster above Seraphim's head moving to block the attack, a yellow gun forming in his hand as he fired blasts at Dust, who dodged them. Killer and Horror split off from Blue, moving to help Dust, because Blue had a feeling they knew Dust was biting off more than he could chew. The attacks were rapid, Dust's attacks combining with Killer's and Horror's in impossible bursts, Seraphim dodging and blocking them, bringing up bone shields, using blue magic, and summoning some of the fallen human's weapons and defending with their objects.

The fight was hard to see much of, but Blue could see Seraphim was holding back, based on how powerful Dream and Ink had told him Seraphim was. Blue looked over at Dream and Nightmare fighting, wanting to help but knowing he'd just slow him down, with how exhausted he was from fighting Killer and Horror off at the same time. Cross and Ink's fight had moved to the streets, Blue having to dodge debris and attacks that Ink and Cross were dodging, and Blue teleported a bit out of the way. Blue's legs were shaking as his magic struggled to regain itself, the teleport a poor choice, but at least it got him out of the line of fire.

He watched the rooftop, seeing Dust implementing strategies and directing his teammates on where to attack, and Blue honestly admired their teamwork. They were his enemies, yes, and they were evil, but they shielded their teammates from attacks, countering blows and listening to Dust, letting him take the lead and working in tandem with each other. They made sure their attacks wouldn't hit each other, they harmonized their attacks, and Blue was thankful they didn't normally attack as a group or things would be much worse. Blue didn't see how anyone could stand a chance against them, even Seraphim having a hard time dodging all the attacks, even when he was holding back. The fights continued for a few more minutes as Blue got his bearings, about to jump in to help Dream with Nightmare when suddenly, he heard two panicked yells, one from Killer and one from Horror, both at the same time. 

"DUST!!!!"

Blue looked up to see Dust go flying a bit away and into the street, hitting the ground hard, and Blue felt nauseous, magic pooling in his throat as he saw Dust's torse turned red from a wound. Nightmare stopped attacking Dream, looking over to see Horror and Killer teleporting down to Dust, abandoning their fight with Seraphim, and Nightmare grabbed Dream, threw him into a building as he teleported over, inspecting the damage. Blue gasped quietly from his hiding spot, seeing dust flecks slowly starting to come off of Dust, his eyelights fading to a weak white as he coughed up blood. Horror was grabbing vials of liquid from his pockets, frantically pouring them on Dust's ribcage, Killer was shouting things at Dust, Broken Determination pouring from his eye sockets, some of it watered down, and Blue realized that Killer was crying.

Cross had looked over, clearly wanting to go over to help, but also having to block Ink from going over, Cross moving to also keep Dream away, fighting Dream and Ink at the same time. Blue shuddered, almost brought to his knees as Nightmare's aura surged out, Blue terrified out of his mind from the magic piercing his soul, and the goop was practically pouring down Nightmare's form. In a flash, Nightmare had lunged at Seraphim, his attacks wild, vicious, rapid, and relentless, seeming lost in pure rage. Blue had never seen him like this, never, and it seemed Horror and Killer hadn't either.

Blue couldn't hear much of what Killer and Horror were saying due to the sounds of Nightmare practically roaring in rage as he attacked, nor over Dream pleading with Cross to let him heal Dust, only for Cross to not allow him to pass and increasing his efforts to keep him and Ink away. Blue looked back at Killer, seeing him trembling and hyperventilating, and Broken Determination pouring from his eye sockets and mouth after a few moments, his soul spasming uncontrollably. Horror went on his phone, typing something rapidly before putting his phone away and turning to Killer, trying to get through to him by shouting his name a few times to no avail, and Blue felt concern grow in his soul from Killer's panic. Killer was so distraught...

Blue steeled himself, slowly moving forward and approaching Killer from behind, letting Horror see him holding his hands up to show him he meant no harm. Horror had momentarily reached for his axe, but thankfully paused when he saw Blue had no intent on attacking. Blue reached Killer, a few feet away from him, watching his breathing stop bur the Broken Determination didn't. If anything, the Broken Determination poured faster, a large puddle in front of him, like the red puddle under Dust.

"KILLER?..." Blue called out softly, taking a few steps forward and reaching out to touch his shoulder.

He hesitated, hand pulling back in front of him, clenching into a loose fist before going to his chest, before tightening as Blue's resolve grew. Blue unclenched his fist, reaching forward and placing his hand on Killer's shoulder, and all he saw was Killer's skull lift up a bit before everything went black. 

Horror watched in shock as Killer's skull lifted up slightly, the skeleton, in a flash, gripping his knife and swinging it as Blue, the red slash exploding into him and turning him to dust before the skeleton could probably even process what had happened. Horror had barely even blinked before he saw Killer rounding on him, lunging at him with the knife, Horror feeling the attack tearing through his ribcage as Killer flew past. Horror caught himself, with his left arm, his right hand gripping his ribcage as blood poured from it, Horror lucky to be immortal as he turned his skull, seeing Killer about to lunge again, eye sockets wide and empty, mouth a void of black before a yellow box enclosed him, flinging him through a triangle portal to who knows where. Horror was panting, gripping his ribs, and it seemed Dream and Ink had processed Blue's death that had happened in less than a few seconds ago.

"BLUE!!!!" Dream and Ink both practically screamed, Cross turning around with wide eye sockets, seeing the dust still falling to the ground.

Bill appeared next to Horror, floating a bit off the ground, "I got your text and cjgt hjoczm ja apxfdib czgg!! Yeah you weren't kidding, big guy!"

Bill looked up at Nightmare, who was still ferally attacking the rainbow skeleton who had shown up. Horror had never seen him like that or even known he could get like that. It was like he was attacking in a haze of uncontrollable, mindless rage. It was honestly scaring the crap out of Horror, too, and nearly nothing scared him, but today had a way of changing that.

Bill snapped his fingers, yellow chains grabbing Nightmare and pulling him out of the way, a massive Gaster Blaster five times the side of Killer's forming with yellow eyelights, firing a yellow beam at the rainbow skeleton, and there was a massive explosion of bright yellow light, the theme that had been playing stopping. Horror blinked, the light fading to reveal the rooftop was just gone, and eight souls, seven rainbow human souls and one monster soul shattering, the body vaporized. Bill held Nightmare back for a bit longer, teleporting to him, and Horror could see Bill was exhausted, eyelights faint and he wasn't flying anymore, instead just standing there as a unstable version of Nightmare's theme played.

"NIGHTMARE! SNAP OUT OF IT!!! HE'S DEAD!!!" Bill shouted, only to receive multiple tentacles stabbing at him, Bill bringing up a flickering yellow shield, and Horror could see a multicolored crack going up the right side of Bill's neck, through his right eye socket at an angle, and over his left eye socket across his forehead. Nightmare hissed at him, the goop rapidly running down his form, and Bill sighed, "FRUITY PEBBLES IS DEAD!!! I CAN'T HEAL DUST, SO GET YOU VNN DOWN THERE AND HELP HIM BEFORE HE DIES!!!"

That seemed to bring Nightmare out of his rage a bit, the goop slowing down, and he stopped growling as much, tentacles loosing their sharpened tips, and Horror could see Bill's legs shaking, and Bill's magic faded, Nightmare shaking his skull a bit, coming back to himself.

"dust!" Nightmare's eye socket widened as his memories seemed to catch up to him, and he bolted over to the dusty skeleton, appearing next to Horror, his theme stopping.

Dust had fallen unconscious during Killer going into... whatever that was, and Horror was almost glad Dust hadn't seen any of that. Horror looked back over to Bill, seeing him stumbling over to them before his legs gave out and his eye sockets closed, unconscious. Nightmare's tentacles spread over Dust's chest, glowing bright teal to repair the damage. The healing potions had done some good thankfully, but Dust was still in danger. 

"nightmare are you ok?..." Cross asked, and Horror jolted, looking behind him at the skeleton Horror hadn't noticed there.

Horror looked back where Ink and Dream were, seeing them both gone, likely going to go get Murder, and Horror sighed a bit, wincing as he continued holding the red slash across his ribcage. Blue... hadn't deserved what had happened. He was coming to help, and Horror hadn't known Killer would do... that... if Horror had known, he would've warned him. Horror just hoped it was painless for him, because this hurt like hell and he lived through it, not to mention Blue not deserving to suffer. He was an enemy, sure, but... he didn't deserve to die from that. They weren't even trying to actually kill him, otherwise he would've died a while ago. All they did was fight him and try knocking him out, but killing him was never the goal. Hell, Killer went easy on him!

"i'm fine, just open a damn portal to the infirmary, now." Nightmare's voice was still distorted, seeming angry and what Horror thought sounded like fear, but this seemed panicked and filled with rage too.

Cross nodded, opening a portal by slicing his knife, Nightmare's form spreading to engulf Dust as he went through it in a stream of goop, Cross going through, and followed by Horror. Horror looked over his shoulder, seeing Dream running over to the dust where Blue had been, followed by Murder and Ink. Ink wasn't crying, but his eyelights were blue, and Dream and Murder were both... Horror didn't have words. Cross vanished after the portal closed, opening another portal and coming back a moment later with Insanity, Bill slung over his shoulder.

The infirmary was mainly clean cobblestone walls, like most of the castle, white shelves with supplies and equipment throughout. There was beds lining both sides of the infirmary, all with white sheets, white pillows, and white blankets, and each of the beds was bolted to the ground to avoid unnecessary movement or it tipping over. Nightmare had put Dust in one of the beds, tentacles wrapped around his ribcage and glowing teal where they touched him, still using healing magic on him, and Cross put Bill on another bed.

"where's killer?..." Cross questioned.

"dunno, bill threw him through a portal." Horror shrugged, and Cross saw Horror's wound.

"horror, you're-!!"

"fine. i can't die, not even from that..." Horror reassured, but Cross was already grabbing healing magic soaked bandages, using blue magic to push Horror on a bed.

"cross!" Horror snapped, but Cross did not care, using his knife to slice Horror's shirt in half, ripping the fabric apart to reveal the wound.

Horror's ribs were cut clean in half, red magic between the gaps and spreading across his ribs in vicious vines, small red nines coming from the wound like particles, showing how powerful the attack was. Cross carefully maneuvered his ribs, Horror pushing through the pain as Cross held each rib together, wrapping it in thick bandages to allow it to heal. Horror's jaw was clenched shut, hands gripping either side of the bed in pain as he held back from vocalizing any pain, but it was probably clear on his face. Cross was bandaging his ribs quickly, working as fast as possible with trained speed, and it didn't take long for his ribs to be healed.

Insanity was standing off to the side, not saying a word and not doing anything, just ticking and twitching as he watched everything, but his tics seemed much more frequent than usual. Horror knew there was nothing he could do anyways, so he figured it was better that than anything else. Nightmare hadn't stopped healing Dust, focused and unfaltering, and Horror felt exhaustion setting in. He knew he wasn't at risk of dying from this, so he let his skull fall back into the pillow, succumbing to a deep sleep as he hoped Killer was alright wherever he was, and that Dust would pull through.

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Double-Date: Spiderman Edition (Part 0- Prequel)

NOT A PR0MPT

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Hero was pacing. Of course she was- she always was. “You’re sure he won’t be there?” Her makeup was already on, smooth foundation and...whatever the sparkly stuff was on her cheeks and nose was (VSidekick prided himself for even knowing the first one). Hero wore a floor-length, sparkly, navy blue dress, one that accentuated all the parts both she and VSidekick loved. All that was left to do was to walk out of the bathroom and through the front door.

“Yes, I’m sure,” VSidekick said. He met Hero’s eyes in the mirror. Was he telling the truth? Not entirely, but when did he ever do that? He was Villain’s sidekick; there had to be at least a little villainy in him. And anyway, it was good for Hero. She was too uptight, too strict about things.

“You checked his schedule?” Hero crossed her arms and lifted a brow.

“Well, no, but why would Villain be going to a five-star restaurant when he has a chef at home?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he found out about us and he’ll show up to destroy-”

“He’s a casual person, just like you- maybe even more so than you. He doesn’t enjoy fancy places like what we’re going to, and like I said, he has a chef.” As if that were casual, VSidekick realized. Still, Villain stayed at home when he wasn’t parading around, destroying things.

“Living casually? You say that as if the right side of your body isn’t half-numb from the fireworks he set off inside the mall. He’s irresponsible, not casual.”

There it was. “He had better intentions than to just blow everything up. No one was supposed to get hurt- it was just supposed to draw attention.” Maybe there were a couple times Villain did things for fun- but it didn’t happen often! VSidekick sighed. “Look, I know he won’t be there, so there’s no worries. And, he has no reason to destroy the restaurant- hasn’t talked about it anyway, so we’re safe.”

Hero sighed.

“We’re all prepared and you look beautiful. Let’s just go, okay?”

***

“How many times do I have to tell you that Golden Rod’s is Hero’s favourite restaurant?” HSidekick asked as Villain stepped out the front door.

“And how many times do I have to tell you that I already did the calculations to prove she wouldn’t be there?”

As reluctant as HSidekick felt, she still sat in the passenger seat when Villain opened the door for her. When he sat in the driver’s seat, she asked, “How many times do I have to remind you that there’s a margin of error?”

Just because Villain found a small percentage of running into Hero at the restaurant didn’t meant that they wouldn’t run into her at all. There was still a chance that they could. And as HSidekick pointed out, there was a margin of error. Meaning, some of the calculations, the data...whatever...some of it was off, which made the likelihood of running into her even greater.

Villain sighed, putting the key in ignition. “Think about it yourself. I know there’s a possibility she’ll be there, but it’s so slim that it’s almost nonexistent. It’s a long drive and she has better things to do,” he explained. “Plus, she only ever goes out to eat with you.”

That was a good point. Who else would Hero have to eat out with besides her very own sidekick? No one. She didn’t have any romantic partners. So, she wouldn’t be out- especially not out at a restaurant.

“It’s not that I don’t want to go- I do.”

“It’s your favourite restaurant, too,” Villain said. “Indulge in it.” He started the car and began reversing out of the driveway.

“Yeah. I just...what if Hero is there, for whatever crazy reason, and she sees us, and then-”

“And then what? The worst that happens is she drops you, and then you have me. And VSidekick. He wouldn’t be opposed to having an extra pair of hands around the manor. You can do the dusting.” He looked over at HSidekick with a joking smirk. “We’re going to have a nice dinner, okay?”

HSidekick nodded. Hero wouldn’t be there; if she told herself that enough, it would become true.

******

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Can I request a Yandere!Impulse x Reader fic? preferably male reader but idm if not. In terms of plot, can you write something where he stalks the reader + takes pictures of them, and the reader ends up finding his 'collection' of photos. If not then just general yan hcs or smth is fine! Ty - 🌠 (Stargazer Anon)

First of all, thank you for being my first request, stargaze anon :]

Notes: I'm gonna pretend I'm confident in writing this. It's probably gonna be ooc and for that I am very sorry 😭

Already letting you guys know I am new to Tumblr and also sorry if there are any errors.

Yes, "chat" are viewers, this is C! and not CC! I don't do yandere content creators. Minecraft is real in this, please understand my logic here.

I meant for it to be male reader, I swear, but since I was sleepy at the time I wrote, it ended up being in a headcannon type of way, which means almost no dialogue so the gender is not mentioned. I also write in second person a lot so there's also that.

TWs: Yandere, probably ooc Impulse, stalking, kidnapping and someone taking pics of you.

C! Yandere ImpulseSV x Reader

What fear of rejection can cause

The first time Impulse caught a glimpse of you was during 3rd life.

His first feeling towards you was confusion. You were collecting wood at a random forest just by the time he was passing by it, some people would call it fate.

You were talking to your chat, small creatures that resembled allays, each of them with different personalities and distinguishing features. It took him a few seconds to remember who you were, he had never seen you before, having found out about you through Grian when he told everyone he had invited an old friend of his to the 3rd life server. Looking briefly over your features which matched with the ones his avian friend mentioned was all it took for him to shrug it off, not yet deeming you an enemy.

As expected from him, he went to chat with you, introduce himself and link a face to a name. Your chat seemed pleasantly surprised with his sudden appearance, excitedly chirping while spinning around your head and his, their little sounds unintelligible to his ears even though you could hear them yell his name very clearly. Impulse caught on to what they were doing quickly, having already gone through the same situation many times with other people. He smiled at the small beings and waved.

The first conversation of you guys was okay, awkward, if you were to describe it as anything else. After that the both of you just decided to keep to yourselves, having mutual allies and friends who kept you two together, sometimes saying "hi" when you crossed paths. Nothing else was going on between you other than that.

Impulse was curious, something about you just wouldn't let him be in peace.

Sure, you guys didn't quite click when you first met, but there had to be something about you, right? Grian was friends with you for years, the others, your newfound friends, seemed to nearly mirror Grian's bond with you despite having just met you, despite not knowing you as long as he did.

Impulse should have been guilty, it couldn't have been right to follow you around like that, in secret even. But to be fair, he was guilty at the start. He even gave up following you the first time he decided to do so, but the second time… The second time he figured he had a reasonable excuse. He wanted to know more about you so that the awkwardness wouldn't happen the next time he tried to befriend you! So that you guys would click like you did with the others, you eventually would.

Hesitation kept him from even approaching you, he got used to just seeing you interact with the world and the others around you from an outsider's point of view and imagining himself going through such situations with you according to that. He didn't want to ruin the fantasy or his chance at befriending you, he knew you were a kind person, but one could only ruin so many chances, so for now, he would stick to learning more about you.

At first, this was all there was to it, curiosity, then, you started seeming like such a good friend! Perhaps your kindness was what charmed him even more, treating his friends kindly brought you some extra points in his book, the one you knew nothing about.

Kindness could only get you so far, you had come across Etho as he was messing with redstone, the redstone Impulse recognized as the bunch he had brought to him. You seemed very interested in the ore, asking a lot of questions, questions Impulse himself could have answered to you had you just directed them to him, him and not Etho. Still, a victory was a victory. The still hidden man quietly cheered behind some random bush as you two spoke, too engrossed in the matter to notice a grown man almost jumping around in giddiness as he found out a new thing you two had in common. Something that could possibly bring you two together!

All good things must come to an end. It was hard seeing you reach your red life and die before him and not even be able to help you, the only thing he was able to do was avenging you, bringing your killers down. Still, it was all fun and games between friends, that was, before he noticed that was it. You weren't a hermit, you were on this series because of Grian but Xisuma was the admin of the Hermitcraft server, the things there were different and Grian could only do so much considering Xisuma didn't have the least of clues about who you were.

When that dawned on him, all hell broke loose, you guys weren't close enough to keep contact and neither was it normal for him to just ask his friends what server you were at currently or for your communicator ID. As much as he could do so, he also just couldn't, or at least that's what his brain told him. Was this what fear of rejection felt like?

He brainstormed a plan right off the bat. He had to convince Xisuma to white list you. And the most natural way for doing so was to bring your mutual friends to convince him. All members from 3rd life, that was enough to bring you back to his reach, where he could learn about you, much to his delight. Keeping you at arm's length was just way safer than letting you wander around servers he didn't trust or know.

At this point, he couldn't quite deny anymore that something was wrong. Despite trying over and over to think about it from all perspectives, the way things were going was alarming, at this point even you could feel something was wrong. Feeling eyes on you even while you were inside your base, in a peaceful server like Hermitcraft, it couldn't have been normal.

The pile of excuses became bigger as Impulse's pupils dilated in pure affection, snapping the picture of a perfect moment, the very first one of many to come, a soft smile blossomed at his face along with redness following from his cheeks to the tip of his ears as you brought your first pet home, smiling from ear to your beloved animal's form despite whatever it was. He wished he could have had that memory with you, that was the excuse, not only was it a one time thing but it was also important to him, the photo would work as a memory of you together. Despite him not actually being there, he decided to delude himself to believe it was like he was there anyway, taking a selfie with you as if you were aware of his presence.

Only, it wasn't a one time thing.

He had a whole collection.

It was only right, right? It's not like you can only have one single memory and call it done. Memories are supposed to be kept in group, it's a prettier word when said in plural! That's actually something you said once, he wrote it down in his little notebook of you.

That's what he would have told you to defend himself when you first saw his special 'collection of memories'.

You stared at the many pictures of you in the chest. It was a double chest full. of. pictures. of. you.

You rested your face against the palm of your hands, releasing the wooden lid which closed with a soft thud. You didn't mean to find this chest, you didn't even remember what you had come here for in the first place. The first question that went through your mind was how on earth did he have the time to take all of those pictures, like, what. Then, the other questions flooded in, your mind felt like it was imploding, how were you even supposed to approach this matter with him? You weren't even close, acquaintances at best!

You looked up again for a moment, the lid of the chest had a faint engraving, one you didn't even notice when you came looking around for- Whatever you came here looking for, was it redstone? You were partially sure Mumbo had told you earlier Impulse would have loads of it and not have any problem with trading it with you for something else. That's what you wandered here for, you just wanted to grab the redstone and leave a note and some diamonds, this turned dark pretty quick.

"My favorites <3" Read the engraving, a little heart crudely drawn at the end of the sentence. That explained why every single one of the photos seemed to have little hearts drawn all over them. You confirmed your theories as you opened the lid again with shaking hands, hearts of varying shapes, sizes and colors on each picture. With a scowl, you scrunched up your nose as you noticed something.

"Bro didn't even get my best angle"

The sound of a wooden door opening made you panic, silently but quickly closing the chest you were looking at and opening the one right by the side of it, almost sighing in relief as you saw it was full of ores and redstone, exactly what you had come here looking for.

The person seemed to pause at the door for a solid second before speaking. "[Name]? Hey- What are you doing here?" Hearing the familiar voice and looking behind you confirmed your suspicions of the person in question being Impulse himself, you catched him glancing at the chest right by your side as you turned around, his nervous smile dropping as he frowned, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before speaking slowly. "How much did you see?"

You ran your hand through your hair, messing it up. "This chest," You pointed to the one you had just pretended you never opened while confessing you did. You didn't even know why you were the one confessing when you were supposed the one to be asking the questions here, then again this was the type of situation you never expected to be a part of, imagine being the victim! "Why- When did this even start?-" You barked questions at him as you moved to stand up. "This is creppy man! This is not okay."

"I'll explain everything, it's not like there's a lot to explain anyway… Just sit there, somewhere, make yourself comfortable."

With a bad feeling in your gut you moved to look for a place to sit, just now noticing how big of a place this was. It's impossible for Impulse to be able to function and have the time to not only stalk you but also build such things, this base seemed like one of his biggest he had ever done, even if more hidden than normally.

You turned around for a moment, the shock distracting you mind for just enough time to feel a sudden pain at the back of your head and black out, almost hitting the floor before Impulse caught you and sat you down at a couch, the softest one in there and his personal favorite.

He sighed in relief, calmly walking a few steps back and dropping his axe back in his inventory, as if he had not just hit you with it's handle. He stoped close to the door, pressing a button that made his redstone circuit work, successfully locking the only entrance to his house, and the only exit, too.

Good thing he thought ahead and hid his actual favorite photos well, well enough so you didn't see them yet, he would show them to you later, sure, but right now it wouldn't be a good start to your new relationship. He hoped you would be quick to accept this new "arrangement". It's not like he's letting you go soon, anyway.

No, no. Not really. Now he has all the time in the world to get closer to you, he made sure to fill this new house of the both of you with all sort of things he knew you liked. Now he has all the chances in the world to befriend you without awkwardness, eventually it's gonna be impossible to feel awkward with him when he's the only one you have to talk to, right?

Maybe meeting him at the forest really was fate, probably a warning, one you disregarded.

[wanderinstar]

(Trying this again, since Tumblr gave me an error and said it didn’t send. Hopefully it didn’t actually go through and I’m not sending a duplicate ask!)

It’s so fun to find connections between different artists!  It’s amazed me how many of the bands I like have crossed paths, or have some indirect connection through another artist or a producer in common.  The latter case, whenever I then hear a few similarities across some of their songs, it makes sense.  Dan Fogelberg almost ended up in the Eagles, but I think it’s just as well he didn’t.  He had too many good ideas of his own to have to compete in that dynamic, when there was already enough competition, and I think he was too nice of a personality for them, anyway.  He was friends with all of them, even when the Eagles were fighting amongst themselves, and the separation probably helped keep it that way.  Nearly every one of the Eagles have appeared on Dan’s albums at least once, though, even though Joe was the most consistent one to appear, and occasionally help with producing.

The lack of interest really is a tough thing, and I’m not sure if it’s worse when the students just don’t care at all, or if there’s a reason out of their control for it.  My dad actually teaches in the high school I went to, so I heard a lot of background on problems in the system.  My last year, I was a teacher assistant on a free block I had, for a physics-related elective course.  Because of how math-heavy it was, there was a requirement for students in it to have passed geometry, but school admin used that class as a place to put students who hadn’t chosen an elective.  And they put in a bunch of students who were retaking algebra 1 after failing it, who had none of the background they needed to understand anything!  The first month assisting in that class was really hard, because everyone just didn’t care, got bored, and then would start fights -a couple of times, some chairs got thrown.  Once I knew what was going on, and I was able to help some of the students with the math, they started actually trying and behaving, and things got easier because I earned their respect that way.  But it’s unfair to the kids who get called “bad kids” after being set up for failure, and it’s unfair to the teachers who have to play more catch-up from the start than they have time in the curriculum for, and then get told by admin that they’re not teaching well when the students have bad grades, when really, admin created a bad situation for everyone.  What I helped with still wasn’t enough for a lot of the students to pass that class, but at least they felt like they had a chance.  Like, it’s still one of my favorite experiences I’ve ever had for what it meant, but I know if I was by myself in the position of a teacher without an assistant able to do more than just grade some papers and clean the classroom, or even in the student assistant position I was in, if I hadn’t managed to gain the respect of those kids, it wouldn’t be good at all.  Actually, I still see some of the students I helped in that class when I’m back in my hometown, and I totally relate on how cool that is when they’re excited to see you.  Seeing the other side of the perspective definitely gave me even more appreciation for the teachers who really care, but being trapped between two hard places with admin and students is why I don’t think I could do it for life here.  Unless the system really figures out how to do better!

My aunt and uncle get excited about every holiday, really.  They have nearly as many decorations in and outside of their house for Halloween, too -I don’t know how they do it.  That event in the video looks like so much fun!  It looks like a combination of the illumination and the garden of lights back at home.  It’s hard to find good footage of the illumination parade event, because of how dark it is and just not really being able to see the floats and school marching bands, or too much glare.  But I actually did find someone’s recent video blog of this year’s Botanical Gardens light display from the walking path version of it, so I’ve got some pretty lights on video for you, too!  Unfortunately, I can’t embed links on anon, but this link should work if copied and pasted: https://youtu.be/tNDF31DxBdM?si=a-q_yBdi3hSViHUH  There is still some intrusion of the person who’s filming it by turning the camera on herself a few times, but it’s mostly focused on the light displays only, and the camera quality is really good.

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Yesssss it does make sense when we find out about some connections, right? I didn't know that much about the Eagles either, that's interesting!

Omg I know the feeling when the students don't know the basic required. In the Residência Pedagógica, the students didn't know what a verb is (they were high school students!); one of them asked me what's a vowel and what's a consonant, I thought that maybe I misunderstood the question, but she didn't actually know. So I had to explain many things they should already know and simplify things a lot, that is, for the ones that at least were paying attention and asking questions. But the students were not ashamed to tell me they were not interested in learning and thought they would never use that knowledge, I tried my best to convince and show them why it was important, how it helped me and could help them, tried to find any song, movie or series in English they liked to catch their attention (they didn't like any), tried to introduce them to those (they didn't like it), tried to play games, show them videos, introduce them to different cultures… they basically only accepted classes using the board, the way there were used to, but truth is they were only pretending to be studying… this made me very disappointed, but the teachers that were monitoring our performance told me I was doing a great job - which is not a lie when you think that other interns were having ACTUAL problems - but I couldn't stop thinking How??? They're not interested! Maybe I just had high expectations, idk… but I 100% agree with what you said, I would never call them "bad kids". Actually, in spite of their lack of interest, the class accepted me pretty well and I really liked them. But I really wish they (as whole) were learning; the bad grades threw me off as well, but their original teacher said that was basically the norm there. Thankfully the other internship was great because I felt that I actually made a difference there, which gave me a lot of much needed hope.

I am SPEECHLESS about the Botanical Gardens light display! Sooooooo beautiful!! Those light waterfalls and river, flowers, fireworks, even the sea! Way prettier than I could ever have imagined 😍

So, if you could think of any event, show, activity etc. that you would love to have in your city besides the wonderful light display and the illumination event you told me, what would it be? I'd like to have a bigger light display with more variety like what I saw in the video, and also I forgot to mention but the Coca-Cola Christmas Parade was in my hometown last year and I wasn't able to see it :( I'd love to see it too!

[columbusfirefighterdiaz]

As much as Eddie was loving the taste of the other man on his tongue and the feel of the cock in his mouth, he realized early on that he made a fatal error. As he started to suck the other man's cock, he tried to maintain eye contact with his partner, but quickly had to close his eyes. Eddie noticed that the eyes on the other man weren't the right shade of blue, his jaw was a little more rounded than it should have been, and he was missing a birthmark.

After he closed his eyes, Eddie tried to tell himself it was so he wouldn't think about his co-worker, but in reality, it just let him vividly picture that it was Buck's cock in his mouth. That very thought made Eddie moan as his eagerness to please immediately increased. Now that his thoughts were firmly fixated on Buck, there was no way that Eddie was going to get him out of his mind. Just thinking about his fellow firefighter caused Eddie's cock to twitch in his pants, but it also brought up the warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest that Eddie normally feels when he thinks about Buck.

Unfortunately, with Eddie thinking so much about Buck, it also meant that Tommy did end up crossing his mind as well. When he first met Tommy, he and Eddie actually got along. They seemed to have a lot in common and had a good time together when they hung out, so they were well on their way to becoming friends. That all changed the second that Buck told him that Tommy kissed him. Tommy in no way deserved someone as great as Buck, and the more that Eddie saw and heard of their relationship, the clearer that became. Some of Eddie's resentment towards Tommy came from the fact that he was the main reason why Buck and Eddie didn't hang out that much anymore, but a lot of it was seeing how Tommy disrespected Buck.

His own disaster of a claim and relationship meant that Eddie would find it hard to actually say all of this to Buck, but he already knew that Tommy could never make his best friend happy. For one thing, Buck would never be truly satisfied as a submissive in a traditional claim. Also, Tommy's habit of giving Buck backhanded compliments and treating him like a child would end up breaking Buck's spirit. As Eddie mentally dissected Tommy and Buck's relationship, the one thing he refused to accept that the main reason he had any bad feelings towards Tommy was due to extreme jealously. That was the main reason why he did keep his opinion of Tommy to himself because Eddie could never be sure of his intentions. Eddie knew that he wanted to ruin Buck's relationship simply to keep his own hope's of one day of having Buck to himself alive.

While normally, Eddie would have thought that feeling the other man's hand tangling in his hair would help ground him and bring his focus back to his current partner, it actually just once again reminded Eddie that he was with the wrong man. During all their rescues that they've done side by side, Eddie was acutely aware of how Buck's hands felt against his skin, so all Eddie could think about was how much he wanted that hand to be Buck's.

His imagination was working so hard that Eddie almost didn't catch what the other man said, so he finally opened his eyes and looked up. Eddie's eyes quickly drifted off to the side, and he saw the very man that he had been so fixated on backing away from the couch. The sight was so fleeting that Eddie couldn't be sure if he actually saw Buck or if he just manifested the image of him in his sex-fueled haze. The thought of Buck actually catching Eddie in such a compromising position should have made him running out the club, instead it did the exact opposite. If there was even the slightest chance of Buck watching him right now, then Eddie felt the strong need to put on a performance for him. Eddie wanted to show Buck just what he was missing by choosing Tommy over himself, which was ridiculous since he never even gave Buck the notion that he was ever an option.

After a few more minutes, he felt the other man tug on his hair a bit harder than the last time. "You've been such a good boy, so why don't you climb back up here so that I can give you a reward. Just make sure you take off your pants first." Eddie reluctantly pulled his mouth off the other man's cock and stood up. Once he toed off his shoes, Eddie slowly peeled down his jeans, still wanting to put on a show just on the off-chance that it was Buck that he saw. Since he knew that he was going to a sex club, Eddie made sure to prepare himself beforehand, so he was already loose and slick as he climbed back on to the lap of the other man.

The other man wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss as his other hand reached around to tease Eddie's hole. Eddie could feel the smirk grow on the other man's lips when he felt just how ready he already was. "Fuck... look at how eager you are... Just so needy for cock, aren't you." Eddie didn't verbally answer the other man but decided to show just how needy he was, so he reached back to wrap his hand around the other man's cock as he slowly began to sink down. While he was used to the feeling of being filled by one of his toys, it definitely didn't compare to the warm feeling of being stretched by an actual cock.

When Eddie's ass was finally fully seated against the other man's thighs, he took a few moments to get used to the overwhelming feeling before he began to fuck himself on the other man's cock. Eddie leaned forward and rested his chin on the other man's shoulder as he began to look around the club. Even though he had convinced himself that seeing Buck was just a figment of his imagination, Eddie still wanted to scan around just in case he was actually there. It didn't take long to get the confirmation that Eddie wanted as his eyes quickly locked on to his best friend. The eye contact perfectly aligned with the other man's cock brushing against his prostrate which forced Eddie to speak his first words since entering the club, "Buck...."

It was slowly building up in Buck's gut that he might have made a mistake. This whole... becoming someone's submissive thing? When he'd begun dating a newly claimless Tommy, a move that itself had questionable origins, the older man had been very charming and had suckered Buck in by being a gentleman, and one that didn't seem to be very obsessed with traditional d/s roles. This was a welcome change after his weird rollercoaster of an on/off relationship with Taylor Kelly, who would sometimes out of pocket try to domme him outside of the bedroom, something he never agreed to. Sadly, he had begun to realize that Tommy might be more like Taylor than just their matching initials.

If he knew the lingo or had ever experienced it before, Buck might have known that Tommy had lovebombed him when they first met. Buck had never had anyone lovebomb him before and didn't know the signs, but he did know that he craved validation, craved love. He wanted to be someone's person, and if he was truly honest with himself, "someone" already had a name and a face attached. But that said someone was in a claim already. Oh, and straight. That was sadly just as important, more, than the whole claim thing. Sometimes, the eagerness with which Eddie spent time with Buck and the many occasions that it was sans Shannon for any number of reasons, made him think his best friend was having problems he didn't much want to talk about, with his claim. So, while a claim could possibly turn impermanent (only if Shannon decided, Buck felt, unable to imagine Eddie breaking his oath), sexuality?? Not so much.

The fact that he himself presented to his team as straight for most of his time there didn't seem to even enter into Buck's head, however. Hell, everyone had told him he was "realizing" pretty late for this day and age, and no one else he told had come forward with any late stage confessions, so why would he have cause to think otherwise?

So, minor issue of having a huge tiny crush on his best friend aside, or perhaps because of, having someone all in on him had been intoxicating. It was enough to sucker him in like flypaper and it wasn't until after Tommy had won him over did the isolating behaviors and more traditional dominant role come out. At first, Buck had told himself it wasn't a big deal that Tommy refused to call him anything other than "Evan" and some pet names. The one time he'd tried to gently suggest that he preferred "Buck," Tommy had reminded him that he was the dominant here. Sure, he'd done it nicely enough that Buck felt like he would be the crazy or wrong one to argue, but while Buck accepted it at face value, it had been like a tiny needle had settled into his brain. One little needle couldn't be enough to not make a good relationship worth it, though.

Of course, it wasn't going to stop at just one. Buck hadn't even been truly convinced he wanted to be someone's submissive, but Tommy WAS a dominant, and it became clearer, little by little, that despite looking for someone on a deadline, he didn't just want a partner in life. He wanted a submissive. He was expert at guilting Buck into trying things, at eventually wearing a collar for him outside of work, at accepting his trial claim... Yes, it hasn't been that long, but you really enjoy being with me, don't you, Evan? I really want to keep seeing you but if you're not serious, I need to know. Now. I'm not a young man who can fuck around and waste time, Evan, so if you want to be with me, I'm gonna need you to grow up.

Luckily, the overly large, possessive collar Tommy had gotten him wasn't regulation, so he literally couldn't wear it at work even if he remotely wanted to (he did not), but Tommy had insisted the rest of the time. It also made Buck less likely to want to hang out, even if Tommy hadn't been almost out right forbidding it himself. You spend all your time at work with them already, Evan. You should want to be spending time with me. A good boyfriend, a good submissive, wouldn't be asking his dom if he can go have "video game time" or beers with his hot coworker, who is also a dom. If you really want to spend even more time with Eddie, we can both invite him out.

Buck had lost count by now, how many tiny needles felt like they were pricking at his brain any time he was with Tommy. But he was a loyal friend, a loyal partner. He couldn't just... break up with Tommy when the older man had so little time left to find a new claim... right? No, that would be completely wrong. Plus, who else wanted him? And at least Tommy wasn't in a job that could outright endanger the people Buck loved, the way Taylor had been. So there was no real reason why he shouldn't just be his submissive, and love his life and freedom at work... right? After all, plenty of his co-workers seemed to leave their personal life at home. Like... Eddie, he barely talked about his relationship with Shannon.

It wasn't his first time at this club with Tommy, so he also knew he was more for show than to have fun. While his dom could often spin it into compliments, his wanting to show off his submissive, Buck had started to hear how different it sounded when uttered to others. Where when being buttered up to go, it might be "Don't you want to let me show off my gorgeous boy? How lucky I am?" to other Doms at the club, it twisted into something more objectifying. "Look at my hot little sub... goddamn delicious bit of meat. Does whatever I want," and other such things that had Buck presently dissociating.

Currently, Tommy was drinking and laughing with another man, their conversation almost spoken entirely in the other's ears as it was hard to have conversation over the music otherwise. Buck had no idea what had been said when suddenly he was brought back into his body by a harsh tug on his nipple, making him jerk his head to the side. He pursed his lips when he realized it was the other man fondling him with Tommy's permission and amusement. Buck's eyes shifted from the stranger to Tommy who a few months ago, the sparkle of mirth in his eyes would have been an attraction to Buck, instead of something that turned his stomach when he heard him over the music. "So responsive, right? He's like my own personal Palomino stallion. Don't be shy."

The latter words were unfortunately spoken to the other man, who ran his hand down the stripe of his chest that the unbuttoned portion of his shirt allotted and down to the front of his snug jeans, where his hand eagerly groped the shape of of his flaccid cock through it. "Oh my god, and he's not even hard?" "Not even hard. At least not yet." Tommy smirked and winked at Buck, leaning forward to speak to him. "Why don't you go dance? Not too far away where I can't watch. Give us a show, gorgeous. Drink in some sights, bring me back some ideas for dark deeds."

While most of that didn't sound all that tempting at the moment, getting away from the handsy man who didn't even seem to see him as a person was something he was grateful for, so Buck picked up his drink as he got up off his knees and downed the rest of it. He set the empty glass back on the low table in front of the spot Tommy and the other man were seated on the couch and got up. Obnoxiously large collar aside, he definitely knew how to feel himself in a club. Buck felt himself get more relaxed the further away he got, the music louder here, the beat seemingly speeding up the buzz of alcohol. He easily fell into dancing, first by himself, then quickly joined by some half-naked men, most of them young, slender, probably belonging to someone or desperately wanting to belong to someone. He wasn't sure why they'd be drawn to him when no one could miss the collar, but he still gratefully danced with them, forgetting for a moment he wasn't just out for the night to have fun.

He was sweating and getting thirsty again after not too long, looking over toward where he left Tommy to see if he shouldn't motion that he was going to the bar. He hesitated when he realized Tommy had his tongue half way down the throat of someone else, whom if he could guess by the way his previous companion was petting the younger man's hair and back was any clue, might very well be his fast friend's submissive. A scenario quickly entered his head when he was tempted to go over and shut it down, of himself being shut down, of being told to make out with this new stranger or his dom, or something even more humiliating, so instead he took his opportunity to disappear toward the bar to get himself a refill. He was passing a couple when he overheard one shouting into the other's ear, "God, that's so fucking hot. When are you gonna do that to me?" and Buck caught a gesture intended to point something out and he idly glanced over out of curiosity.

Ironically, the very first thought in his head, after an initial agreement that it was hot, was that the pair reminded him of him and Eddie. He flushed at the intrusive thought and admonished himself for allowing that thought into his head in the first place, for sexualizing his best friend, of all people, just because he hadn't been able to keep from immediately imagining a third person view of his heterosexual best friend on his knees, sucking his cock. He swallowed hard, and almost as if to get that image in his head removed, he changed course and slowly started walking toward the sight. He told himself that if he could just see the imperfections of the brunette, of how he didn't measure up to Eddie in the slightest (and who could??) that he'd then be able to banish the thought from his head. After all, he'd seen many similarly built brunettes in porn he'd watched and there was always something about them that made them inferior, or different enough that he could put it out of his head.

Only... why was he having trouble pushing the thought out? And sure, the other blonde's cock wasn't as good as his own (or so he liked to think) but unfortunately for him, the searing image of Eddie on his knees, sucking on his, Buck's cock wasn't dampening down in the slightest. In fact, it was just getting more intense, and he could feel heat and arousal flood through him, his cock twitching in interest as he got quietly closer to the scene, not wanting to interrupt, though he was surely the least noisy of the observers. He circled the couch, drawn to the sight, also trying to get better light, a better angle, something to help break the spell. He needed to see something about the man sucking cock that broke the spell, that took him out of the scene, as it were, because right now he was entranced.

He inched closer from behind the couch, not even realizing he was holding his breath as he peered over the other man's head to gaze down at the image of pure sex below. With his eyes glued to the man's lips wrapped around the cock, it was almost like viewing the object of his deepest, darkest desires through the wrong end of binoculars. He looks just like Eddie... god, is this what it'd look like? He was getting harder, his own hand itched to card through the straight dark hair, and almost like he willed it to happen, the faux Buck did reach down to push his fingers into his hair, and it was at that slightly new angle, some of the hair pushed out of the way, that it hit him like a runaway train.

Eddie's never mentioned having an identical twin brother. This is Eddie. Buck's eyes went wide, and all the details that might have clued him in sooner came into focus, like the fact that he had seen Eddie in that exact shirt before, countless times. It was unfortunate timing that, before he could stumble back in his own shock, the not-Buck threw his head back in pleasure, bumping up against real Buck's stomach as he had been drawn so close like a siren's song. He had stopped seeing the fill in for himself so much that he had gotten close enough that the simple motion of the other man's head falling back off the lip of the couch had made them impact. Of course, hitting anything but air was enough to break through not-Buck's haze of lust and open his eyes, looking up with confusion and irritation. "The fuck? Personal space, man!"

Buck head's spun from his blood's effort to shoot back up to his brain from his dick fast enough to react, stumbling back as he didn't even dare to open his mouth to apologize, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself or give himself away with his voice. All he could do was hope to whatever deity was listening that Eddie did not become curious enough to see who the hell his partner had just said something unusual to before he could make himself disappear.

[undertale-writing-times]

I know this is random but how would the bad sanses and the star sanses see their vampire S/O in sunlight and see that they aren’t dusting in the light cause vampires can go in light

This one was interesting enough :)

Nightmare: He would most likely be confused more than anything since all of the books he has ever read told him that vampires would turn to dust if they were in the sun. He would start to ask quite a few questions, then decide to ask about other things. If you can go into the light, then does that mean he stopped eating garlic for no reason? >:(

Killer: He panics and throws his jacket at you before realizing that you weren't burning, and he takes his jacket back, starting you look you over, "Huh… you're not dead" When you explain to him that the whole no going into sunlight thing was fake he gasps softly since come on! That's such an old thing, how can that NOT be real?! He's hurt and sad and >:(

Dusty: He has panic shooting through him the second that he saw the sunlight hit you, and he thought that you were going to end up dying. But then nothing happened and he can let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding… he finds it… confusing? How can you… how can you not be dust? He thought it was well known that vampires can't go into the sun. Did you just decide to cheat? Ugh, he's too old for this.

Axe: I'm sorry, I don't think he'd ever get a chance to find out. He'd be way too protective to let it happen, and if it ever did, he would feel too much panic to realize that you weren' tdying. He loves you and when he thinks that something is gonna hurt someone he loves, he's very careful with that… you'd have to calm him down and show him that you wouldn't, you know, die.

Error: They would be the type to go huh, then shrug their shoulders since it isn't really that big of a deal. Interesting but they don't exactly care. You lived, great, it's your body you know what you can and can't do.

Cross: He would panic too. He would think that he was about to lose you too, but then he sees that nothing happened and he would just sorta… lay on the ground while making weird sounds. Y/n, you can't do things like that to him. He's going to throw up ughh…

Ink: I would feel like she already knows? Or forgets about it? I dunno haha. But yeah, I don't think she would care too much -w-

Blueberry: Of course he panics and quickly checks you over, just to see that you weren't burning, and now he has questions since… he saw in Stretch's movies? Were they wrong? Man, he's so confused!

Dream: He's confused since he thought that they would be burned as well, but when he saw that you weren't, he has a few questions… he's pleased though! :D

[lukielu56]

Empireverse dream and nightmare caring for a child reader.

Requested by @yandere-dark-cupid

Reader-gender neutral

Characters-platonic yandere dream and his crew, platonic nightmare and his crew.

Warnings-none I think?

A/n- I hope I didn’t mess up- thank you all for being so patient.

Dream and his crew

It was weird for you when they first took you in.

They dressed you in a maid outfit/butler uniform each morning.

Your room has a giant bookshelf which you appreciated a lot.

But you were never let outside the castle for a reason you weren’t told.

Everyone usually tries to keep the reason away from you but there are times where they can’t and they make an excuse.

from the books you read the outside world was beautiful so you couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t let you out?

You barely made your presence known but they know when your trying to go outside. You’ve tried everything to get outside and your last option was to try and get on their good sides.

Even before this you’d help the people around castle with their tasks but you had to get on dream’s good side.

After months of gaining his trust one night you were able to escape outside, being able to view the world for first time in who knows how long.

You ran.

You didn’t know what you were running from but you felt as if something was closing in on you.

And that feeling was right.

You stopped running and looked around only for a hand to quickly trap you between a wall and an unknown being.

“What did I do wrong? Why did you go outside!? It’s too dangerous out here I don’t need to lose you to.”

And with that you knew who it was but you were knocked out and you never saw the outside world again.

Nightmare and his crew

The ones to find you are either cross, error, or nightmare himself. How they find you is the same though.

Abandoned.

Cross would pick you up so fast that you’d either pass out from shock and speed.

Error would cautiously pick you up and bring you back to the castle.

Nightmare would hesitate before picking you up from the ground, fighting with himself.

But no matter who would find or how you got into the castle they would still find a soft spot in themselves to take care of you.

They would dress you up in either a cute maid outfit/butler uniform

Nightmare though, he became very possessive over you due to his past with humans and how they treated him.

So it came as a shock when you asked him if you could explore the castle than just 2 floors and not anything else.

He stood stunned before stammering an answer like “For many reasons.” Or “There are some parts of the castle I don’t want to show you yet.”

Both were excuses, you knew that.

So whenever you got the chance you’d try and sneak your way to the so called “basement” only to be found each and every time.

It was usually either nightmare or error who saw you and took you back to your room. There was never punishments put on you but you were told to “stay in your room.” At times.

But you were stubborn and curious to know what was hidden down there so you kept trying. It didn’t help that you barely spoke at all to them so sometimes it was hard finding you.

But then one day you managed to get halfway downstairs before one of them spotted you and you began running farther and farther down the stairs and into a long hallway that had rooms with bars.

“Y/n!” 

That voice? It sounded so familiar!

You turned your head so fast you swore you heard something pop but what you saw made you walk up to the bars and tears began to swell in your eyes.

“Y/n please come help us. Please.”

It was mom and dad.

Before you could speak something covered your eyes as a voice that you knew began to hit your ears.

“I’m that you had to see this my little nightmare. But they abandoned you. So why don’t I give them their due punishment?”

“What! we didn’t intend on-“

Their voices were cut off by screams and the sound of something impaling another.

And then you appeared in your room trying to process what had happened before you felt sleepy and you plopped onto the bed as nightmare just watched over you with a sickening grin.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

CTRL+ALT+DECEIT

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, fucking, stalking, hacking, threats, implied violence.

This is dark!Jake Jensen x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen.

Note: Yay, another Jensen fic at last. I’m probably gonna try to work in more one shots between my series. I’m looking at Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, or Lee Bodecker right now for next week but we’ll see.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The chirp of the chat pierced your eardrum once more as you ignored it for the spreadsheet of dates on your other monitor. Working from home could be both peaceful and distracting but the third bing had you muting and pushing your headset to your neck with a grumble. You switched windows as the chat box blinked.

‘So why didn’t u tell me u had a bf?’ Zia’s bubble blipped up followed by impatient emojis.

“Wat r u talking bout?’ you typed back and clicked back to the spreadsheet to update the status of each course. That noise came again and you flipped back.

‘I’m not stupid! Come on. He’s far away but he’s cute.’

You frowned and tapped the space bar lightly. You were utterly confused. The only activity in your daily life were the general notifications from Tindr. You repeated the question and she sent an emoji rolling its eyes.

‘I’m serious.’ you replied.

She sent a link and then a laughing GIF attached to another bubbled response, ‘I’m not buyin it.’

You clicked on the hyperlink and a new tab opened. You scrolled down on the Insta as the air was knocked out of you at the sight of your own face. Not only were their pics taken from your public profile but several you’d never even posted. Your skin crawled and the bing sounded again.

‘So… an online thing huh.’ Zia pressed on.

‘I gotta work.’ you closed out of the window entirely but stayed on the Insta.

You scrolled through about a dozen or so selfies of you, each labeled as ‘missing my lady’ or ‘she’s so sweet, sending me pics to keep me company’. Your stomached roiled with mortification and the unsettling sensation of intrusion. It was easy enough to guess you’d been hacked but to think this was what the creep did with it was even more startling.

You changed the password on your Insta and went through the process of doing so with all of your accounts and ran a scan on your PC. You would likely have to file a ticket for a proper inspection with a specialist. You couldn’t help but shake as you went back to the profile after checking your bank account and PayPal to make sure it wasn’t worse than just pics.

You went back to the profile and found photos of the culprit. His spiky blond hair and glasses were unsurprising and his comic book tee shirt was even less. Your disgust was quickly replaced with anger as you hit the chat icon above his info.

‘Hey, jackass, care to tell me how you have my photos on your profile?!’

The read icon appeared almost and you saw him typing. It stopped and then started again.

‘You’re so beautiful, I wanted to share it with everyone.’

You scoffed at the message and cringed at the screen. ‘Are you nuts? Like actually. You stole my photos! You hacked me. Creep.’

You blocked him immediately after hitting send and logged out. You opened Excel again and tried to focus on the coloured cells. You could hardly process what you were doing as your phone began to vibe on the corner of your desk. It didn’t let up and you couldn’t focus past the incessant buzzing.

You snatched it up and several messages covered the screen as you unlocked it. ‘You really think that’s gonna work’; ‘You can’t block me’... several in a similar vein that you deleted before blocking the number. You silenced your phone and turned back to your monitor.

Suddenly the screen went black and you blinked. You hit the keyboard and clicked, assuming it fell asleep. It lit up again but all you saw was yourself staring back. Your mouth fell open and you ripped the clip-on cam from atop your monitor. You disconnected it as the notepad opened and typing flicked up across the white space.

‘I didn’t want it to be like this.’

You could move the mouse or backspace. All control was lost and you sat there helplessly watching the scrawl.

‘I think we’d be really good together if you only gave me a chance. Can’t you see I worship you?’

Your phone began to shake constantly and a private number flashed. You picked it up and hollered into the speaker, “leave me alone”. You hung up but it kept on and your screen turned to black once more. Your PC was still on but there was no reaction from the machine.

Fuck, you sat back and looked at your phone. You couldn’t even call work to tell them because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing. You put your head in your hands and grunted in frustration. How the fuck did all this happen?

🖱️

After your initial panic died down, you disconnected your tower and shut off your phone. You left your cell behind as it was just as useless. You hauled the PC down to IT at your work and filled out the ticket without giving intricate details on everything the weirdo had taken.

You left with a borrowed laptop. You wouldn’t sign into your personal accounts and stick to the company portal. You were embarrassed but happy to have a temporary solution. You got home and set up the new computer and reconfigured your wi-fi. You finished the last of the day’s work and ended the day with a glass of wine.

When you dared to turn your phone on again the next morning, it was filled with notifications from all platforms but each one you clicked on errored and prompted you to sign-in. All your new passwords were wrong and you knew it was him. 

You checked the Insta and found a screenshot on his profile from the day before, your mouth agape in horror that could easily mistaken for surprise.

‘Her face when you pop the question on the call’. The caption made your stomach curdle and you nearly flung the phone away. You couldn’t comment without logging in or message. So you created a shell account with a throwaway email you used on Reddit.

‘Why won’t you stop?’ you sent the message through as you waited for your coffee to brew.

‘Stop what?’ he added a winky face with his reply and you growled.

‘You know who this is! Why are you doing this?’

‘Hmmm…’ he let the message hang there and you sat down with your mug and listened to the birds outside. ‘Imagine what someone else would do with everything I have.’

‘Look at what you’re doing. You’re ruining my life.’

‘Ruining? Sweetie, I’m watching over you. Protecting you.’

Your nostrils flared and you burnt your tongue on the coffee and planted it on the table so it sloshed over the sides.

‘Love you, sweetie. See ya soon.’

The chat box turned grey as you realised he blocked you. That pissed you off more than anything and you lobbed your phone away with a shout of anguish. This guy was fucked!  

You were shaking so much you couldn’t even drink your coffee. You got up and paced until you could think straight. You dialed into work and told them you were taking the day off for a personal emergency and shut down your phone. You were too afraid he would find a way onto your work laptop and you didn’t want to have to explain that to IT too.

🖱️

Zia showed up on Saturday and she wasn’t happy. She buzzed up and banged on your door impatiently. You let her in and she crossed her arms over the strap of her purse as she crooked her hip.

“I know I shouldn’t have snooped but if you’re mad at me, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve backed off,” she scowled.

“I’m not mad,” you said as you backed into the front room and dragged your feet over the rug.

“Sure, you’re just ignoring all my messages by accident,” she stayed at the other side of the room.

“Not exactly, no,” you shrugged, “it’s a long story.”

“And you couldn’t shoot me a message to say that at least?”

“Look, I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m sorry but the only reason I didn’t answer you is because I can’t.” 

“You can’t?”

“I can’t even turn my phone on anymore.”

“What--”

“Just--” you touched your temples, “I don’t even know how to explain--”

“Jesus, are you okay?” her anger slaked away as her voice softened.

“No, I’m not,” you sniffed, “I’ve been trapped in this apartment and I can’t think straight and I can’t even talk to anyone because my phone and my life is totally fucked.”

“How about we get a coffee and you can tell me once you’ve calmed down,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up.”

“You don’t know how bad it is. I really fucked up,” you whined, “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“Is this about the boyfriend?”

You huffed and shook your head, “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend-- Let me get dressed.”

After you felt presentable enough to leave the apartment, the thought of getting away ushered you down the winding stairwell and onto the sidewalk. You and Zia walked down to the cafe on the corner where you always overspent on their specialty drink and caught up.

You ordered but when you tried to use your card, the machine beeped in rejection. You tried again but still no luck. Zia offered to pay and you promised you’d pay her back. Anxiety pitted deep in your stomach as you sat. You’d have to call the bank and figure out why eight dollars would bounce.

“So,” Zia said as she shaded her eyes against the sunlight streaming onto the open patio, “he’s not your boyfriend?”

“I don’t even know the dude,” you hissed as you almost overturned your cup, “Zee, those pictures, they were all on my phone. I never sent them to anyone. I don’t even know his real name and when I confronted him, he crashed my whole system and blew up my phone. I haven’t been able to log into anything because of him.”

“You’re shitting me,” she chuckled.

“Zee, I’m not fucking kidding,” you blinked, “don’t you think if I was dating some dude out in who knows where, you’d be the first to know? You think I’m wasting my time with the idiots on Tindr for fun?”

“No way,” she scoffed.

“Zia, look me in the eye,” you said as you gave her a stern look, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“Did you call the police?” she asked.

You sat back and closed your eyes. You were so swept up in the panic, you hadn’t even thought. You could report it to the police, just get a record of it even if they didn’t do anything else. You heard horror stories of hackers and how little could be done but you had to at least try.

“I guess I should go down to the station today,” you ran your fingertips along your chin, “I don’t know, I felt so alone, I thought--”

“And call your bank right now,” she slid her phone over, “figure out what’s going on with your accounts.”

You took her cell and dialed the number on the back of the card. You dragged your finger down the side of your cup as you listened to the automated message and hit the buttons to direct you to customer service. The hold song bubbled in your head and finally picked up as you finished the last of your mocha.

You explained the issue after giving your information as Zia sat patiently across from you. She watched the other patrons and looked out across the street as you waited on the representative on the other end.

“Looks like your account has been locked. Your savings and checking have been placed on hold citing possible fraud,” the woman explained.

“Well, can’t you unlock them? Why would they be flagged?”

“Hmm, well I see no suspicious spending so possibly… it could be due to an external lock, not us.”

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t speak to that. Have you received any communications from the Revenue service?”

“Revenue service? I don’t--no,” you gulped.

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you,” she said, “you should consider contacting federal services.”

You hung up and handed Zia her phone back. “Apparently, I’m under investigation for fraud? I don’t know.”

“Shit,” she took her cell, “are you sure?”

“It sounded like it but-- I gotta check my credit card,” you stood and grabbed your empty cup and your purse.

You stormed down the street to the ATM at the corner and inserted your card. LOCKED the machine made a hideous noise and you pulled out your card in irritation. You put your wallet and touched the sides of your neck as the heat swelled through you.

“I don’t understand--”

“Um, you should see this,” Zia said.

Zia turned her screen towards you and your heart dropped to your toes. There was a picture softened by a blush Insta filter and the caption read, ‘just got into town, surprising bae with flowers’. Over the cluster of petals at the bottom of the image were you and Zia sitting at the cafe patio.

You spun and searched around for any sign of the man and the bouquet. You could hardly breath as it felt like you were being squished between invisible walls. You clapped your hand against the wall and steadied yourself as Zia gently rubbed your arm.

“Let’s go to the station,” you croaked as tears welled in your eyes, “please.”

🖱️

The police told you everything you expected. Even as you showed them the photos and explained how you never met that man in your life, they only offered you words on a piece of paper. They’d file the report and follow-up in case of any further escalation. It was a non-answer, a cold shrug.

Zia went home with you as she offered to stay the night. You gladly accepted and the two of you cozied up on your bed and spent the night watching early 00s rom coms. You found it hard to relax even with her there. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d been without you even knowing.

You at last began to doze off as Reese Witherspoon triumphed and exhausted by the endless maelstrom of dread, you slipped into a deep but perilous sleep. You were locked in limbo between waking and slumber, almost as if you could hear everything around you but remained blind and unknowing all the same.

You woke with a start as you felt like you were falling. You sat up and reached to the other side of the bed. Zia was gone. She must have got up to get water or use the bathroom. You took a breath and turned your legs over the edge. You got up groggily and lumbered across the room, your mouth dry and head aching. Some tylenol and water would do you well.

You hesitated as you noticed the bloom of light just around the corner from your doorway. Zia must be having trouble sleeping, you guessed as you kept on. As you came in sight of the front room, you heard a whimper and you backed up against the wall as tall figure stood before the coffee table. The flowers laid across the wood, slightly crumpled from a struggle.

As Zia whined, he jabbed her with his foot and she grunted around the rag tied around her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound behind her as the man loomed over her. You recognized his blond hair and glasses, the menacing blue eyes as he raised his chin and crossed his arms.

“Been waiting on you,” he stepped over her, “I was disappointed when I realised it was her. Good friend though, hanging around…”

“Don’t hurt her, please. What do you want?”

“You can’t figure that out?” he taunted, “huh, I’m sure you can guess what it will take for me to leave her in one piece.”

Zia wiggled and received another boot. You pushed yourself forward and he stepped closer, predatory as he dropped his arms and clenched then unclenched his fists. He chuckled as you stopped short and gaped up at him.

“She’s cute,” he said, “she can join us if that makes it easier for you.”

“You’re disgusting,” you snarled and winced as he reached out to touch your cheek. You fought not to shove him away, your eyes on Zia’s bound figure.

“Play nice and I will,” he warned, “every time I hurt her, that’s on you. I wish I didn’t have to do this to show you how much I love you.”

You shook your head as your lip trembled. He pressed his palms to your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips. He leaned in and you cowered as you realised how big he was. You didn’t expect that looking at him from the other side of a screen.

“Do we put on a show for her or did you want a little privacy?”

“You won’t get away with this,” you hissed.

“Oh yeah? I locked you out of your social media, your pc, your bank… do you really want to see how far I can take this?”

He smothered your murmured answer with his mouth and kissed you gruffly. He pulled away and looked you in the eye. He bit his lip and hummed.

“So, do we do this here?”

“You’re sick,” you grabbed his hand and wrenched it away from your face. You yanked him and directed him to the bedroom, “you monster.”

“Now come on,” he twisted his wrist around and grabbed your elbow, “I could’ve killed her. Don’t think I won’t.”

You quivered as he forced you back into your bedroom, the street lights casting shadows between your curtains. He flung you ahead of him, as strong as his thick arms would suggest. You stumbled and caught yourself on the side of the bed. You turned as the door slammed and he prowled towards you like a wild cat.

“Well,” he threw his hands up and you caught a glint of light against the lens of his glasses, “you want me to undress you or you think you can handle that, sweetie?”

You puffed in repulsion and looked away from him. Even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you. You jittered as you reached to the neck of your loose tee and slowly raised it over your head. You dropped it to crumple on the floor and you touched the top of your shorts. You heard him moving around and shied away as he flipped the switch and light shone across the room.

You pushed down your shorts as you heard a thump from the next room. His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on you and he reluctantly glanced away. He swung the door open and stormed out into the front room. You went to the door and heard his snarl.

“Stop fucking moving,” he rasped, “every time I have to tell you, I’ll pop another out.”

Zia gave a muffled sob as you heard a sickly crack and you hurried to look around the wall into the room. He blocked your sight with his broad chest and pointed you back to the room.

“I didn’t say you could leave the room,” he spun you and slapped your bare ass, “fast, fast, fast… before I lose my patience.”

Your skin stung from the strike and you tripped through the doorway as he followed quickly. Another slam and he poked you further into the room with his knuckle. You stepped away from him and tried to cover yourself as you faced him in horror.

He quickly swooped his shirt over his head and revealed a buff chest thick with blond hair. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled to undo his fly. He tilted his head as he looked you over and groped himself through his jeans.

“You know what to do,” he said, “I’ve seen the way you touch yourself… cyber security 101, cover your webcam.”

You shuddered as he beckoned you closer. He stopped you and put your hands on the waist of his jeans. He leaned in and nuzzled your temple as his hot breath seeped into your goosebumped skin.

“My turn,” he pushed on your hands until you pulled down the denim on your own strength.

He stepped out of his jeans and snapped the elastic of his boxers. You stood and latched onto those shakily. He ran his fingers along your arms as you pulled them past his erection and they fell to the floor with a whisper. You didn’t look down, instead staring past him as his hand swept up to cup your tits.

His fingers crawled up your chest and his hands wrapped around your neck. He squeezed and turned you so that your back was to the bed. He marched you backwards as you felt his dick bobbing between your bodies. You gasped as he pushed you down onto your mattress, your legs dangling over the edge as he came up to straddle you.

“Such a good girl,” he taunted, “look at you… I bet you’re wet already.”

He pulled a hand away and stroked his length as he raised himself on his knees. He clung to your neck as he leaned over you and planted his hand on the bed above you. He hovered his dick over your head and you closed your eyes.

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, “now, or I’m putting it in your ass.”

You reached up blindly and angled his tip against your lips. He dipped his hips down and you choked as he prodded at your throat. Your legs twitched as he forced his cock past your gag reflex and your whole body tensed at the intrusion.

He balanced on the hand above your head and the one on your neck. He thrust harder and harder as sloppy sucking reverberated around the room between his dark groans.

“That’s it,” he purred, “look at you taking my cock. I can only imagine how tight that cunt of yours is.”

Your eyes welled and you flicked your lashes as you tried to bat them away. You kept your hand at the base of his dick as you tried to ease his motion. He ignored your reluctance and only delved deeper as he brought himself to his limit, your lips touching the fuzz along his pelvis.

When you couldn’t breath, you slapped his hard stomach and he reared out of you abruptly. You coughed up spit as he sat back on his heels and released you. He huffed as he looked down at his glistening dick and climbed off of you.

“Stand up, turn around,” he snarled as his eyes flashed. 

His glasses were low on his nose and he slipped them off entirely and folded them up on your night table. He squinted as he watched you stand and turn stiffly. He smacked his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you over impatiently. He stepped closer and tapped his tip against your cunt as you were exposed to him.

He bent his legs and poked along your slick folds. You were wet enough for him to glide in and fill you up completely. He was so big it was painful and you arched your back as you tried to take it. He pulled back and slammed into you harshly. You let out a garble and he repeated the motion, taking you off your feet.

He leaned over you and grabbed your knees, lifting them on the bed as he urged you forward. His hand brushed up over your ass and he pressed between your shoulder blades until your face was flush to the mattress, your arms bent around you like a broken doll.

He thrust again and the loud slap made you wince. He jerked his hips roughly until he found his motion, rutting into you with hissy breaths as his other hand groped your ass. He hummed as your body shook before him, ruled by his touch as your walls clenched him.

He pushed his thumb down between your cheeks and circled your asshole. You strained and lifted your head in alarm. His other hand quickly stretched over your crown and pinned your face to the bed. He felt along your cunt and slickened his thumb before trailing back to your puckered ring.

He pushed lightly at first and as he broke through you gasped and whined. You gripped the blankets as he moved his thumb in and out of you, his hips still rocking steadily into you. He slid his thumb out entirely and prodded with two fingers instead. Before you could react, he forced them inside and you cried out in surprise and pain.

“I know you want it, sweetheart,” he groaned, “I can feel…” he kept fucking you, “I can fucking hear it.”

Your holes tightened around you as he carried the pace. A new pressure began to bloom inside of you, unlike anything you’d felt before. The burning in your ass and the stretching of your cunt mingled to an agonized bliss. You sobbed into the blankets as you came uncontrollably around him, shamed by the unwanted release.

“Fuck,” he drew out the word as both his hand and his hips sped up, “look at you cumming for me. Cumming for this creep.”

You moaned and curled your fingers around the duvet tighter. You felt the same knotting deep inside and you came again as he reached a tantamount. This time, you gushed around his cock and felt the deluge down your thighs as the noise grew wetter and louder.

“Look at you, sweetheart, you can’t handle it, can you?” He snorted as he sucked in a breath suddenly and his hips staggered.

He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them there as he fucked you as hard as he could. He slammed into your cunt over and over. Your hips throbbed with each tilt of his pelvis and you smothered your cries as you felt him coat your walls in his release. 

He stopped just as suddenly and dragged his fingers out of your ass. He leaned against you until your legs collapsed and fell onto you with a sigh. He covered your body with his as his shallow breaths hazed around you. 

Your own heart raced as you stretched your arms out stiffly and quivered. You tried to pull yourself from beneath him. He kept you pinned under his weight and jolted you with a cruel thrust.

“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” he muttered along the shell of your ear, “not even close.”

[girlwiththenegantattoo]

I just cranked this one out in a matter of hours so there will be spelling error or awkward sentencing. This is actually the prequel to chapter 1 but I got too excited to start with it. Masterlist

No warnings just getting to learn a little more about Mila

          3 Simple Rules

Mila knew when she got a call from Trina to meet up for lunch, it wasn't because she wanted to catch up. However, for some reason unbeknownst to Mila she decided to make the trip to U Street. Living in D.C. you got both extremes of winter and summer, however, what made the summer heat tolerable was the fact that all business' knew how to blast their AC.

"Oh my goodness long time no see! How have you been?" Trina asked taking off her cat eyed sunglasses. Before Mila could respond Trina continued, "I'm been working my tail end off, you know how it goes." Offering a quick smile Mila took her seat across the table from Trina in the cozy uptown restaurant.

"So I'll cut to the chase because I have a ton of errands to run,"

Thank god

"As you know working as a mail room clerk I've gotten to hear my fair share of interesting stories and wouldn't you know, I heard that Charles has dabbled in that thing you do on the side". Looking over both shoulders Trina lend in and whispered "the whipping and stuff". Sighing under her breath It took everything Mila had to not roll her eyes.

"Anyways, there's this guy named Jeb, that Charles thinks would be interested in the whole idea and me, being the ever helpful person I am I told Jeb about you." Trina thanked the waiter and crossed her legs in what looked to be self importance. "Now I may have told him you specialize in different massages I,"

"TRINA!" Mila quickly interrupted, shocked by what she just heard.

"We'll hold on, the man is like a little mouse...or a really tall mouse...he's a wimpy guy ok. If I told him what you do he'd never agree to meet up."

How Trina had managed to get a random stranger interested in a meet up, under false pretense none the less, was beyond Mila.

"So this man has no clue what I actually do, but wants to meet up for a massage?" Mila asked, quickly becoming confused over the whole thing.

"Well he knows there's more to it then that, I mean he has to if he heard what Charles said. Plus he's a Republican, it gives you a chance to smack one around a little bit."

Mila widened her eyes in surprise. " First off not everything I do revolves around pain and second, taking on clients just because I want to "smack them around" would be a huge conflict of interest, not to mention a borderline crime." She replied making sure she kept her voice low but firm.

"Mhm" Trina quickly replied as she raised her hand. "Excuse me, waiter? Can we get some more water, I am thirstier then a sea lion crossing the Sahara". Trina asked, knowing she hadn't listened to a word Mila just said.

Typical

"Just meet with him Mila. If you don't like what he's asking or he's not comfortable with you, you 2 can just walk away."

Meeting Jeb later that week had turned out to fairly entertaining for Mila. The man was definitely tall but she had no idea how Trina got the mouse resemblance. Although filled with nervousness his eyes were strikingly brown and he brown wavy hair had been neatly parted on the side and combed. After a few seconds of awkward silence Mila finally spoke.

"So I want to make this as easy as possible, what is it that you're interested in doing?" Jeb looked at Mila like a deer in head lights.

Alright.

Changing tactics Mila then asked, "what kind of role play do you think you'd like?"

"Ro...role play?" Jeb stammered. At least that got a reply out of him.

"Yes role play? Like nurse and patients or maid and home owner?"

Straightening up Jeb began to rub his hand up and down his thighs. "I...I'm not really a good actor."

Oh dear.

"How about I tell you a little bit about what I really do."

Since Trina clearly hasn't.

Mila had filled Jeb in on the sessions she had had in the past and what she was comfortable doing. Judging by the current lack of color that was draining down Jeb's face, Mila figured the best way to start was to dip his toes into the water. So she asked Jeb what he didn't want, since he still seemed to have no clue what he wanted to try.

"Now with all that being said I have 3 simply rules that I expect to be respected," Mila paused, making sure Jeb was still with her.

"I do not want to talk or hear about what we do outside of our time together. I do not want to have our session at either of our houses and I do not want to give or receive hugs."

Mila hoped she hadn't come off too lecturing but as Jebs sat across from her, nodding with eagerness, hair bouncing as he did so, she knew that this could work out after all.

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Tonight's Theme: Being Selfish

AO3 Link! argument fic but it's not my brand so it's a bad argument fic so I am not the least bit happy with how this turned out. and I cannot tell if I've contradicted myself in this story with what I said so I apologise profusely if I did. I also apologise for any grammatical errors. regardless, please enjoy and tell me what you think if you'd like!

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The minute you stepped into Alcina’s study, the atmosphere changed. She knew why you were there and let out sharp exhale before lighting a cigarette.

Alcina took a drag, blowing the smoke out before she looked at you. “My answer still hasn’t changed, draga mea.”

You frowned as you walked over to her. “Why not?” You asked.

“Because it is far too dangerous for you to do.” Alcina replied.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Why do you even get to make the decision? It’s my body, it should be my choice.” You argued.

“Darling, if I let you make any and every decision you wanted to then you wouldn’t be standing here right now.” Alcina said. She had a point. You’d made a pretty reckless decision a few months ago and it’s made her even more protective of you.

“Look, it’s sweet that you’re trying to protect me, Alci, but I really am capable of making my own decisions, reckless or not.” You replied.

Alcina sighed. “Little one, I really don’t have the time to go over this right now. I am swamped with business.” Alcina said as she replaced her quellazaire with her pen.

“That’s always your excuse, that you’re too busy for me.” You were tired of her constantly brushing you off.

“I am never too busy for you. I simply don’t wish to have this argument with you, Y/N.” Alcina responded, rubbing at her temples. “The risks of taking the cadou are high, as I’ve told you. We’ve no idea what it can and will do to you and I’d rather not take the chance to find out.”

“But Mother Mirana clearly stated that it’s the only way she’ll bless our relationship and let us marry.” You replied.

Alcina laughed dryly. “Is that what this is about? You want to seek Miranda’s approval of our relationship?” Alcina asked. “You silly little mouse, Miranda doesn’t care about our relationship. She doesn’t care about you, nor me, nor my daughters, or any of the other Lords. No, Miranda only cares about obtaining a proper vessel for her darling daughter, Eva. I stopped seeking her approval on matters a long time ago so I suggest you quit while you’re ahead.”

Your frown deepened at her words. “That’s not what I meant, Al.”

“Then what did you mean, dear one? Hmm?” Alcina asked. “Is that not what you were implying? That you wish to get that thing put into your body so you can marry me? Do you not care about your own well being, that you’d just do without thinking?” Alcina abandoned her pen once again, but this time to pick up her glass of wine. "If you did, you wouldn’t keep hounding me about it. PPlus, your intent for the cadou is purely selfish, and that’s not a good look for anybody.”

You snatched the glass out of her hand before she could take a sip, the look of shock on her face making you regret the decision a bit. After all, the wine did help her calm down so you sat it down on the desk. “I don’t understand.” You said softly. “It may be a selfish reason, but you said I was your one true, the love of your life. And I can’t be that without the cadou, without the ability to be immortal like you and the girls. You say you love me, but you won’t let me do the one thing that’ll keep us together forever. And I don’t understand.” Your voice cracked as your eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, yes, please cry me a river. I know it’s a harsh reality, but I am doing this for your own safety, Y/N.” Alcina replied. “And frankly, I don’t care how my decision makes you feel, the answer is no and that is final. Am I understood?” Alcina asked.

You nodded your head and sniffled. “But I love you and if you loved and cared about me like you always say then you’d let me take it.”

“You say you understand my words, yet you still stand here defying my answer, trying to guilt trip me into changing it.” Alcina stood from her desk and headed towards the door. “Listen to me carefully, you ungrateful little mouse. You can go to Miranda and ask for that damned parasite of hers, but if anything goes wrong, do not come crawling back to me. You can beg, you can cry, you can scream into you’re blue in your little face, you will be dead to me and my daughters, and you will not be welcomed into my home. The decision is yours to make as you wished for it to be and what you do now regarding the cadou is none of my concern.” Alcina said rather calmly albeit the scowl on her face before leaving you alone in her study.

You broke down as soon as she left. Alcina had very good reasons as to why she didn’t want you to take the cadou, why she was being so hostile. But still, her words hurt you. It made her love for you seem inferior, but you refused to believe that that was the case. Alcina said she was doing this for your own safety and you were just going to have to trust her on this.

As you gathered yourself together, you left Alcina’s study. She’d given you an ultimatum, the decision should’ve been easy. You’d simply just have to forget about the cadou and live your life with Alcina until your dying day. Then she’d find someone else to replace you in heart, you grimaced at the thought, blocking it from your mind as you wiped at your eyes.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” A voice asked you. Daniela’s, you assumed.

You shook your head. “I’m fine.” You replied, your voice sounding a little scratchy.

“You don’t sound fine. And Mother looked awfully upset a few moments ago.” Daniela said.

You sighed. “We had a disagreement about something, no big deal.” You shrugged your shoulders as you continued walking down the hall.

“About the cadou, right?” You stopped and turned to look at her. “Mother may have been muttering about it to herself when I saw her.” She admitted. “Bela and Cassandra went to go and try to comfort her so I thought I’d wait for you.”

You gave her a small smile. “That’s sweet of you, thank you. And yes, it was about the cadou.” You replied. “It was a stupid thing to bring up again. I just, I fear for the day that I can no longer be with any of you, that’s all.3”

“Mother fears for it too, if it’s any consolation.” Daniela said. “She cares for you, Y/N, she really does. It’s been so long since Mother’s had someone around that she truly loves and she doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I understand that, Dani, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I took the cadou.” You replied.

“But if Mother lost you, it’d be the end of hers.” Daniela said. “I think Mother is saying no because she doesn’t want to risk losing it before she has to. She’d rather you spent your days with her until you’re old than to lose you before your lives together really started. Mother’s not the one to really wear her heart on her sleeve, but she intends to do well by you, Y/N. Even if it seems a bit selfish.”

You nodded your head. “Being selfish seems to be the theme for tonight.” You murmured to yourself. “Listen, Dani, it’s not that I don’t want to just spend my days with her until I grow old. I want to be with her forever, and I can’t risk losing her just like she can’t risk losing me. Will you take me to her?” You asked.

Daniela nodded her head, leading you to where her Mother was. “Just promise you won’t leave us, no matter what. You’re one of the nicest people here and I’ve grown rather fond of you.”

“I can’t make any promises, Dani, but I’ll try.” You replied. You let out a small exhale before knocking on the door.

Bela opened the door, a little surprised to see you. “Now’s not the best time, Y/N.”

“Please, I just... I need to talk to her for a moment.” You replied.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough talking with Mother for one evening?” Cassandra sneered at you.

Daniela pushed Cassandra out of the way. “Leave it alone, Cass. It’s not really any of your business what goes on between Mother and Y/N in private. Let them talk to her. Now.” Daniela said as she grabbed your hand, guiding you into the room. “Mother, Y/N has something they’d like to talk to you about.”

Alcina hummed before waving her hand in the air signalling for her daughters to leave the both of you. Daniela gave your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, Bela gave you a sympathetic smile, and Cassandra growled at you. You’re pretty sure Cassandra threatened you under her breath, but you could catch the small snarl she let out when Daniela hit her shoulder.

Alcina waited until the door was closed before addressing. “Come to provoke me even further, Y/N?” Alcina asked.

You’d taken a moment to notice the broken vanity in the corner of the room. Shaking your head, you walked to stand in front of her. “No. I came to... I came to apologise, Alci.” You replied.

Alcina raised her eyebrow, placing her wine glass on the table next to her. “Apologise for what, Y/N?”

“For being selfish.” You said softly. “Not that you aren’t being entirely selfish yourself, but I wanted to apologise for how I reacted. I did mean what I said, I want to be with you until the end of time, Alcina. It hurts me to think that one day I won’t have all of this, that I won’t have you just because I’m not immortal like you and I could die at the drop of a hat.”

Alcina raised her hand to your cheek, cupping it. “You will never have to worry about dying at the drop of a hat nor will you ever not have me. I am yours, as you are mine, draga mea.” Alcina replied. “You must understand that I simply won’t permit you to have the cadou at this time. It’s not safe after what happened with that wretched man-thing, iubirea mea. That’s why I said no.”

You looked at her in confusion. “It’s not safe?” You asked.

“No, my love. After what happened, Miranda’s had a bit of a set back with the parasite and it’s not... she can’t control it like she used to be able to. Her experiments have been complete failures, though she is finding success with it every once in a while. Once it is more stable then we will revisit the topic, but as of right now, I can’t let you take it.”

You hand came to rest on the one Alcina had over your cheek, squeezing it lightly. “I understand, Alci.” You said softly. “Thank you for talking to me. I know you tried to get me to understand back in the study, but I was so clouded by sheer will to spend eternity with you that I just didn’t properly understand what you were trying to tell me.”

“I’m glad you understand now, dear. I should’ve told you sooner about the instability of the parasite at the moment, I’m sorry.” Alcina apologised. “It was, like you said, a bit selfish on my behalf to keep such a thing away from you.”

You shook your head. “No need to apologise, Al, it’s fine. Besides, if you weren’t selfish, you would’ve given me to the girls to be a midnight snack a long time ago.” You said before pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand. “Are we okay?”

“Yes, draga mea, we’re fine.” Alcina replied before glancing at the time. “It is getting close to the midnight hour; may I indulge in the idea of you being a midnight snack?” Alcina asked with a smirk on her face.

You laughed as she pulled you onto her lap. “You’re incorrigible, Al.” You rolled your eyes before pulling her mouth down to yours.

Selfish or not, it was your personal goal to spend the rest of your life with Alcina, and you'd wait for however long it takes for Miranda to get the parasite under her control again, but for right now you'd be content with being a midnight snack for her until the time came for you to cross that bridge.