#this is the same pride drawing I did last year but I made it look cooler 😼

[unknownlemoneater]

HAPPY FRUITY MONTH YALL !! Here are my flags !

[flowerandblood]

Duty and desire (Oneshot)

[ canon • Aemond x niece • wife female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, sex content, smut, angst, praise kink activated, lactation kink, fluff ]

[ description: An incident between her husband and their sons causes her uncle to completely break down. She decides to show him how deep her feelings are towards him and to comfort him. A heartbroken, vulnerable, infatuated Aemond in need of simple tenderness. ]

Author’s note: The events of this oneshot are part of the canon of The Fall from the Heavens series and feature the same characters. I couldn't sleep and that's how I mentally coped with what I saw in the second episode of the second season. You're welcome, lol. If you still didn't watch it, wait with reading it (if you don't like any kind of spoilers). It can be read as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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He had returned to their chamber earlier, tense and visibly frustrated despite the fact that he usually spent that part of the day sparring with their sons, training them in the wielding of the sword.

She smiled at him from above her book, watching as he involuntarily looked into the cradle where Visenya slept peacefully.

The birth of their first daughter was joyous news for the entire kingdom, including them.

"So early?" She asked, spreading out comfortably in her chair, curious about this change of plans. Her uncle only pursed his lips at her words, walking over to the table where she sat and reached for a cup, into which he poured himself a little wine.

He remained silent.

A bad sign.

"What's happened?" She asked immediately, seeing that hundreds of thoughts were currently running through his mind, which if they did not find an outlet would eventually explode in the form of his fury.

He took a few deep sips from his goblet without looking at her, setting it down with a loud clink of steel on the table.

"Viserys and Aegon have suggested that Ser Robert should be the one to train them today. They apparently want to become archers." He said with a sneer and anger that startled her. She swallowed hard, closing the book, understanding full well that his words were only the tip of what he was really thinking about.

"In your presence they always feel they have to prove themselves. They're afraid of being ridiculed in front of you. Maybe it's…"

"At their age I dreamt of my father doing for me what I do for them. This is our time together." He growled, looking out of the corner of his eye into the area where she sat, but not directly at her, immersed in his thoughts, memories and regrets.

"I know." She whispered and her words, something about the way she said them made his lip tremble, made him lower his head in shame and cover his face with his hand, drawing in air loudly.

"They are terrified at the sight of me. Both of them. They don't love me, they just fear me. Their own father." He mouthed, his quivering voice betraying that although he tried to control himself, something about the thought had broken him.

She stood up from her seat, shaking her head, coming up to him quickly, wanting to touch his arm with her hand, but he moved away and turned his head, not wanting her to see what was happening to him.

"If you could hear with what pride and admiration they speak of you when you are not there. They so desperately want to please you." She muttered in pain, feeling a squeeze in her heart at the thought that he might have believed he was a bad father, when they both knew how hard he tried.

"To please me? My sons, they live to please me? And if they don't then what will happen to them? Hm?" He asked and fell silent, looking at her at last, his eye red with grief and despair, his face simultaneously red and pale with emotion, his lips parted in a heavy breath.

He covered his eyes with his hand as he burst into silent sobs, as if he had not stifled the thought for a day or a month, but for years, ever since their first son had been born.

She looked at him in disbelief, stunned, at the same time hurt and saddened by his words, by the thought of how he judged and perceived himself.

"Looking into my eyes do you see anything other than love?" She asked, renewing her attempt, taking a step towards him, and this time he didn't pushed her away, looking at her uncertainly.

"– it's something else –" He whispered.

"– how can it be? – do you think I would love a man who is a bad father to my children? –" She asked further, and he swallowed hard, trying to calm his breathing, his cheeks red from tears.

"– stop it –" He said and turned away, wiping his face, walking to the other side of the room, embarrassed and ashamed of his weakness.

"– sit down on the bed, husband – I want to explain a few things to you –" She finally said.

He sighed heavily and did as she asked, making room beside himself, looking down at his hands, heartbroken. She, however, walked up to him and did not sit next to him, but on his lap, surprising him by taking his warm, red face in her hands, stroking his moist skin with her thumbs.

For a moment she simply looked at him, all helpless and vulnerable, feeling the heat in her chest.

"– you're defending our family – you're the rock that protects us – you have to show strength – be determined – and that's hard when you're king and father at the same time – the burden of the crown is great and you know it – you're trying to prepare them for it –" She whispered, with each successive word placing kisses on his red face: on his forehead, his temple, his eyebrows, his eyelid, his cheekbone, his lips, his jaw.

She felt his hands involuntarily rise to her waist, stroking her through the material of her gown.

"– so why don't they understand this? – why do they push me away? –" He muttered, focusing his gaze on her full, plump lips, his manhood hidden in his breeches pulsed softly in a natural reaction to her closeness.

"– because they are still children – children who need their father to love them no matter what – a father who will sometimes let them go their own way –" She said softly, in a gentle, light motion untying the black ribbon at the back of his head, making the front strands of his silver hair fall over his shoulders.

"– I just want to spend time with them like a father with his sons – I want them to need me –" He whispered, and she nodded, letting his broad hand move her hip closer, making her body press against his.

"– I know, my husband – my sweet, sweet husband –" She whispered and heard him draw in the air loudly, surprised, his erection pulsed hard between her thighs.

She licked her lips, wondering if he was aroused by what he was hearing.

"– my husband is so good to me –" She gasped softly, letting their lips join in hot, sticky, lazy kisses, making wonderful heat surge through her body. "– my sweet friend – my sweet boy –"

She shuddered as his fingers tightened on the material of her gown, his throat leaving a sound she had never heard before.

He moaned.

Not the way he usually did, low and deep, when it was on the verge of panting, but high, the way she did when he gave her sweet pleasure.

Their fingers tightened on their bodies, letting their mouths find each other in greedy, violent, deep kisses – his cock between her thighs swelled all over and pulsed, hot, betraying that he was now completely ready to possess her.

"– I love you – please –" He muttered, forcibly ripping her gown off her shoulders, exposing her naked breasts, all swollen with milk. Something like a sigh of delight and relief left his throat as he sank his face into her sternum, his thumbs stroking and teasing her nipples hard from the cold.

She moaned as she tilted her head back, untying the material of his breeches, feeling the wonderful, pleasurable wetness between her thighs, proving that she was ready to receive him deep inside her.

"– my sweet husband deserve to be soothed – doesn't he? – to feel his beloved wife – how warm she is – how wet she is –" She whispered, cupping his swollen, quivering erection in her palm, feeling how incredibly hard it was, its tip thick and smooth, dripping with his moisture.

"– yes –" He mumbled in shame, directing one of her breasts to his face, holding it in his hand, finding her nipple with his mouth, beginning to suck it loudly along with her milk as she guided the head of his cock against her pulsing slit.

"– ah – my husband is so hard for me – makes me feel so fucking good – so, so big –" She cooed, sinking slowly onto his manhood only to lift herself on it with a loud click of her wetness, opening her thirsty, fleshy cunt again and again on his long, throbbing erection.

"– f-fuck –" He exhaled, embarrassed, imposing a fast, aggressive pace on her at once, clearly aroused by what she was saying and how she was behaving, needing her affection, her acceptance, her closeness, everything he couldn't ask of anyone else outside the door of their chamber.

"– it's all yours, my dearest – I can ride you all night – you'll fill me with your seed as many times as I need, won't you? –" She gasped, and he groaned loudly into the skin of her breasts, clamping his hot hands on her hips, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow, panting and quivering along with her.

She wasn't sure she had ever experienced a similar orgasm, so overpowering, hot, soothing, delightful.

"– f-fuck – f-fuck, Aemond, yes –" She whimpered, throwing her head back as she felt his body convulse, his warm seed filling her womb wit his low moans of pleasure.

He released her nipple from his mouth, panting heavily, snuggling his cheek into her chest, letting her arms embrace him in a tight grip, her lips placing tender, hot kisses on his hair.

"– forgive me – I'm ashamed – I –"

"– you are my husband – let me give you relief when you need it –" She whispered, combing her fingers through his long hair.

"– but – it was –"

"– a husband can show tenderness and understanding to his wife, but a wife to her husband cannot? –" She asked in pain, and he swallowed hard, letting out a loud, shuddering breath.

"– it won't happen again –" He muttered, needing, apparently, for her to tell that lie so he could stop thinking about how weak he was, how he needed it, how pleasant it was.

That he would beg in his mind for more.

More of her tenderness.

More of her praise.

More of her love.

"– as you wish –"

[ceesimz]

Best of Both Worlds

Yes, the title is a Hannah Montana song, it fits perfectly. Also, for the sake of fiction, Leah did in fact play at Wembley, thank you!

Possibly the most long-awaited day of Leah's life; her national team return. It was one thing to play for The Arsenal again, but to represent her country whilst wearing the captain's armband at Wembley was an experience that simply couldn't be matched. And that's why it meant everything and more to her that you were in the stands with her family and her name on your back.

It wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing match ever, a 1-1 draw against Sweden, but Leah was back in her rightful place under her rightful role, and that was a win in itself. With each step on the pitch, your heart swelled with pride, knowing the mountain she'd climbed with her injury and how hard it had been mentally with each bump in the road, especially when she had to drop out of the last camp.

But here you were, seated in the same area of the stands her family had been when she had won the Euros, watching on in awe at how seamlessly she slipped back into the team. You had missed that fateful day back in 2022, having only met Leah five months after it at a New Year's Eve party, but with the affection Leah described that day with, you may as well have lived it for yourself. Now, having experienced your first game at Wembley since you hadn't gone to that game last year, you were beaming as you watched your girl command her national team around again.

Sure, you'd been to many a game of her's before, but there was something different about this one. There were obvious reasons of course, her injury and whatnot, but seeing her lead her team out to a stadium filled with the most people you'd ever seen her play in front of, a feeling settled in your chest that was unlike anything before. And when she was back in your arms at the end of the game, you would show her exactly how much you treasured her.

So, as she made her way around the stadium post-game, taking the time to applaud all the fans that had come along to watch and signing things for some, there was a smile of admiration on your face that her cousin beside you noticed. You blushed heavily at the teasing nudge she gave you with a smirk on her face.

"I suggest you wipe that cheesy, love-sick smile off your face before she comes over and bullies you for it." The woman next to you said, the pair of you laughing as you rolled your eyes, both all too familiar with her antics.

But the absence of said smile only lasted for about a minute, because then Leah was making her way over to the area of stands where you and her family was, and she had a down-turned smile on her face, the one she always did whilst trying to suppress her actual one. You were sat on the second row behind Leah's immediate family, so you stood back and waited for her to greet them all, also doing so as to not attract much fan attention. Leah made that hard though, because when her Mum pulled her into a bear hug, she indulged herself fully in it for about five seconds before her eyes flitted up to you and the corners of her mouth finally quirked up.

She jokingly pushed her Mum to the side so that she could reach out for you, and leaned up to hug you tightly. However, you pulled away after a few moments, and she made her disapproval very clear.

"What you doing that for?" She quizzed grumpily, looking utterly unimpressed up at you as some of her family members chuckled at her.

"The fans, Leah. We're at Wembley, think of all the videos." You whispered close to her ear, not quite intelligible for the others to hear.

"Who gives a toss, babe, I've hugged all my family here and you're no different." She responded, and she pulled you back in before you could complain. You wouldn't have complained anyway, because really who were you to deny your girlfriend's hug, your favourite in the world.

"Don't throw a strop later if there's about a million different angles of this." You teased, pinching her side where one of your hands rested around her.

"Doesn't matter, it's still you I get to go home with." She murmured before quickly pecking the spot under your ear and pulling back with one last squeeze. When she leaned back, she saw the light blush to your cheeks and smirked. "A year later and I've still got it."

You shoved her away lightly so that she could chat with the rest of her family before going off to do her post-match routine. Seeing her with her family, who she was so tight-knit with, was always a joy to see and you'd never get tired of seeing it. And as she jogged away back to the tunnel, her Mum turned to you and embraced you too.

"Thanks for coming, darling, it means a lot to her and to us too." She told you, rubbing a hand up and down your back. Praise and gratitude from her never got old either.

"Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world." You said back to her, to which she smiled and kissed your cheek.

You and the rest of the group made your way around to the family area inside the stadium to wait for her, making light conversation with them all to pass the time whilst Leah carried out media duties. It was fun and easy spending time with her family, because as a result of your girlfriend's relationship with them, you had grown almost as close with them too. Ever present at family dinners, birthdays, and events like christenings and weddings etc, now it was second nature for you to follow Leah to them. Within only a few months of being with Leah, every invite had your name on it too.

In the middle of your conversation with her cousins, talking excitedly about plans for the summer vacation later that year, you were interrupted as Leah finally appeared in her tracksuit with short wet blonde hair, a soft smile on her face. She spent a bit of time talking some more with her family, before bidding them farewell and wandering over to you.

"Home time?" You wondered, reaching a hand out to brush some of her hair back behind her shoulder.

You had, rather bravely, drove to the stadium today after Leah somehow secured you a reserved parking space, with the plan of driving yourself and Leah home your flat for the night before she travelled back up north to St. George's Park with the team tomorrow.

"God, yes." She sighed, and you smiled up at her.

"Let's go then." You took the hand she offered after pulling up her hood and let her lead the way out of the stadium.

Arriving at your car, with a few curious stares from fans to see if the hooded figure beside you was who they thought it was, you helped her lift her things into the boot of your car before the pair of you clambered in.

For the time it took to drive home, you caught up with her as it had been a few days since you had seen each other whilst she had been at camp. You, ever the safe driver, weren't one to hold your girlfriend's hands whilst on the road, always with two hands on the wheel at all times. Leah teased you of course, her and her English humour never falling to banter you everytime she could, but nevertheless when she was feeling a little clingy her hand would rest on your thigh as you drove, or it would massage and stroke the back of your neck as her arm leaned on your seat's headrest.

Today was a case of her resting a hand mindlessly on your thigh, something you would smile at constantly and glance down at the sight every chance you could get. She didn't notice though, busy talking and too tired to realise. Adjusting back to playing 90 minutes was something she was still in the middle of, not that she couldn't handle them because she obviously can, it's just the tiredness afterwards was something she hadn't experienced in a while of playing professionally.

That meant you weren't exactly surprised when she flopped down immediately on your sofa when you got home, not even bothering to drop her bags off in your room.

"Want some food, love?" You offered, pushing her bags to the side of the hallway so that they weren't a tripping hazard before leaning against the doorway of your lounge.

"You don't have to cook, we can just order a Nando's or something." Leah yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Well, I thought ahead." You smiled at her, giggling at the tired and confused expression she silently responds with. "I meal-planned for you. I can heat up a plate of that Carribbean chicken and rice and veg if you want."

She gazed at you for a few moments before her head dropped back against the pillows with a groan.

"If I had a ring right now, I'd ask to marry you."

With a laugh, you took that as a yes and headed to the kitchen to do exactly as you said. As you were gone, the blonde put Netflix on the TV and chose the sitcom you had been watching together before pausing the episode to wait for you. She sat up with a groan and slumped back heavily, going onto her phone to reply to some friends and family.

Not so long later, you walked back in with Leah's food, handing it to her before sitting down beside her. Plate and fork in hand, she twisted her body to lean her back against your shoulder and happily tucked into her meal as you pressed play on the TV.

"Thanks for this, babe, I'm really grateful." She muttered as she ate, to which you smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"It's no problem, Le. I made a plate for myself too but I had a hot dog at half-time so I'm not hungry." You revealed, giggling as Leah chuckled.

"I know it's just a plate of food but... I don't know, means a lot to me that you thought about this." With a light blush, you shrugged nonchalantly and kissed the side of her head.

"I would say I know you'd do the same for me, but everybody knows you can't cook." You jested, grinning when she grumbled under her breath.

"I was only being nice, but alright." She huffed, but you only held her tighter against you.

"I'm kidding. I just love you, s'all. Wanna take care of you, especially after the last year and especially because I know you're a bit of a bottomless pit after a game." You say, and she hums in agreement. "If I'd have known my chicken was so good, it inspired thoughts of marriage, I'd have made it more often."

"I could never say no to that."

You both fell silent at that, more than content to enjoy each other's company with the show on in the background. Spending time with you after a game, just relaxing together, was fastly becoming Leah's favourite tradition. Going to dinners with friends or partying were great, but not much could beat this. Great food with even better company, in the arms of her girlfriend, Leah was finally at peace with the silence she had to greet after a game that was anything but.

That was something not many people would guess was a struggle in women's football. Going from playing in tiny stadiums to bigger venues but hardly any fans, to then playing in sold-out game after sold-out game for both club and country, that was her dream. What she wasn't expecting was the mental challenge that came with it. Spending well over 90 minutes in a booming stadium with fans that never ceased their chants was astounding to her, but the silence that met her when she would go home to a quiet and empty apartment was difficult.

She had worked on dealing with it better since the Euros where it had really picked up, but there was one thing that made it so much easier every time without fail. And that was you.

"You know I do plan to marry you, right?" Leah piped up out of nowhere sometime later, her plate long discarded to the coffee table as your positions on the couch remained the same. At her out-of-the-blue question that took your breath away a little, you cleared your throat and nodded though she couldn't see you.

"Yeah."

"Because I do want to marry you one day. I've known that from early on, I actually know the exact moment I thought that."

"Do tell, my love." You smiled, never one to pass up on a chance to hear just how and when Leah had fallen for you.

"The second time we saw each other after the New Year's party, when you started teasing me for not kissing you again after that night."

Much to Alex's dismay, the night of that party yourself and Leah had spent pretty much all of it talking about everything and nothing, compelled by a desire to get to know each other. That was until the blonde's intake of Dutch courage lived up to its name as she kissed you a little more than what could be described as friendly once the clock struck midnight. And when the night ended, no matter how much you didn't want to leave, you both shared a taxi to your respective apartments and exchanged details. It wasn't long before you saw her again though, in fact you saw her twice in the two weeks that followed, but the defender had been a little too embarrassed at her eager act a few weeks prior to kiss you again. But when you teased her one too many times about it, on the third 'date', she huffed before firmly yet delicately gripping your face and finally kissing you again.

"I spoke to Wally after our second date and she called me crazy for knowing I'd marry you when I didn't even have the balls to kiss you again." You laughed loudly at that, a notion Leah soon joined in with as she knew her past-self had acted in a ridiculous and shy way. "But that's the truth, babe. I knew I had to have you, and what better way to show that than snogging the life out of you on a random bench in London."

"Ew, Leah! Why describe it like that? I thought it was such a sweet moment, but you've just described it like we were two horny teenagers." She grimaced at the point you made, regretting it already.

"My bad. It was sweet. If not a bit... desperate." She snickered, grinning when you swatted her shoulder. "So, would you marry me then?"

"Wow. If this conversation couldn't get any less romantic, I think you've just put the nail in the coffin." Leah scoffed and sat up, fixing you with a disapproving look.

"That wasn't my actual proposal, you knob. I just wanna know if you'd say yes when I did eventually ask. Properly, that is." The defender asked with a shy smile, and you couldn't help but giggle at her face, doing so more when she frowned in confusion.

"Yes, I would accept your proposal. As long as it's with a nice ring and a better speech." You answered to put her out of her misery. She lets out a relieved sigh but smiling again.

"Noted."

With that, she stood up, now your turn to be confused. Squealing as she lifted you up bridal style, you laughed when she lay you down on your back length-ways across the sofa. Then, she kneeled against the cushions under your knees and carefully laid on top of you, her head resting against your stomach. Her hands came up to slide under your back and she sighed contently.

"Comfy?" You asked with a smile, your own hands settling on the back of her head.

"So comfy." She hummed, eyes closed as she faced away from the TV.

"If you're gonna fall asleep, Le, we may as well go to bed."

"No." She grunted. "I won't fall asleep. I just want to lay here for a bit."

"Alright." You conceded, your attention fully lost from the TV and instead on the girl draped over you.

You admired the slight view of her face available to you, your hands combing delicately through her almost dried hair as the only sounds shared between you were the calm and quiet breaths you both let out. A few minutes passed by and you thought she had gone to sleep, but she proved you wrong.

"This is my dream, you know."

"What is?" You asked her, moving one of your hands to rest on the side of your face and stroking her skin there with your thumb.

"Going home from a game to someone I love. Who I can fully switch off with." The small explanation had you beaming, beyond happy to hear how special you were to her.

"Well, I'm glad I can help, my love." You replied, a sheepishly proud smile on your face.

"I used to find it hard, y'know... our football blew up in popularity during the Euros, and I struggled with it more than I expected." You hummed curiously, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought but letting her know you wanted her to continue. "Going from being surrounded by up to ninety thousand people, singing and chanting and cheering non-stop, to just... nothing when I got home. Just a cold, empty, silent apartment. The contrast of it troubled me a lot. I worked through it with a psychologist and coped with it better, but it was never perfect."

She paused, adjusting her position so that her hands came to rest under her chin as she looked up at you, that same down-turned smile from earlier returning. Your hands fell to clasp behind her neck, waiting for her to elaborate.

"Then you came around, and now that anxiety doesn't even phase me anymore."

Now, if that wasn't the most heart-warming thing your girlfriend had said so far, you weren't sure what was.

"That makes me so happy, Leah." You whispered, cupping her cheeks with your hands and smiling softly at her.

"One of my favourite things about our relationship is how easy it is for me to switch from Leah Williamson the footballer, to just Leah when I'm around you. Makes coming home after a game much easier."

Shaking your head, you took her hands and urged her to move further up your body so that her head rested against your chest. Wrapping your arms around her, you squeezed her tightly, desperate to convey your love to her in a way words couldn't explain.

"I'll happily welcome 'Just Leah' home all the time."

"Now you're ruining the moment."

[writingoddess1125]

Simon with his Triplets

Simon and how he is with each of his triplets.

Hazel

• His fighter and his attitude, Wrapped up in the beautiful bundle that was his Hazel.

• Hazel was the most like him in terms of his fighting spirat, While he had simmered down greatly over the years he saw it everyday in his daughter.

• She carried herself with a sense of pride and strength that he couldn't be more proud of.

• Hazel was the defender of the triplets, being the one to fight if anyone dared pick on her other siblings

• Simon had to pick her up from school far too many times for fighting-

• Simon did had to teach her how to control herself, Having to show her different ways to channel her temper- And the best way he found was Boxing

• Simon still kept in shape, not wanting to get weak as time did him in- So he kept up some heavy workouts. So he had the two of them go to the Boxing gym together

• There she blew off steam and trained with him. Well into her late teens she did this picking up MMA as well on her own.

• "Dad I want to go into the military-" She said, firmly as she lowered her arms from the boxing bag. Her fist still in the skull hand gloves he bought her for her 18th birthday. Simon freezing mid set and looked at her-

• "No-" He said simply, before going back to the bag.

• Hazel glared at him but didn't say anything else but went back to the bag herself. Simon assuming the conversation was over.

• He was going through the mail and sees a Royal Marine letter, assuming it's his he opens it and sees its an acceptance letter for Hazel and her date to start basic.

• Was he proud? Of Course

• Was he also angry that she had hidden this from him, went behind his back and disobeyed him? ABSOLUT-FUCKING-ELY

• Him and Hazel have the argument of the centry- But he was able to calm down enough to hear her out and makes her promise that she won't do anything dangerous as a job- She agrees..

• Then immediately goes in for Special Forces Operations like he did and Simon damn near has a stroke and is ready to drag his daughter by home when he learns of this.

Rose

• Rose- His little princess. His sunshine and rainbows child.

• She is the dreamer of the trio, Always imagining new things.

• She is also the artist- Has Simon cleaned enough crayon, paint, pencil from the floors and walls to last a lifetime? Yes- Has he bought thousands of dollars worth of supplies and made his credit card cry.. Absolutely

• But Simon loves every painting, statue and drawing imaginable. Keeping them in his office- Even if he doesn't understand artsy things he will smile and thank Rose

• Rose is also his hiking buddy- The two taking a weekends to explore new hiking trails together. Which he uses to rip his daughter away from the grips of the crows of boys that seemed to drool over his precious girl.

• Due to her naturally bubbly and sweet nature she gets a lot more attention from boys then Simon would like-

• "I don't like the boys that try after you, You know what they want-" He said in a warning tone, already irritated at the idea of them sniffing around his little girl.

• "W-Well...Daddy what would you say if I didn't like the boys either-?" She said softly, almost at a whisper- The irritation Simon felt damn near flying out his body.

• Simon looks at her quietly, trying to gauge her reaction only to see she was doing the same-

• "So- You don't like boys? What about girls?" He asked softly, unsure of any other way or working it. Her cheeks turning a flushed pink at this-

• "I see-" He said calmly, Patting Rose's shoulder as they made it over the steep hill of the hiking trail. The two looking over the beautiful scenery before them

• "Same rules, We have to meet her and her parents and No closed doors" He said simply and with a hint of a smile on his face. Rose smiling as well and nodding-

• Simon is secretly overjoyed to learn his daughter likes girls, he finds it mentally easier. Meets his daughter's girlfriend and will take her along with him hiking.

• She ends up as a Art Teacher, While he didn't understand he absolutely supported it happy she had found her calling.

Johnny

• Johnny is his Mini-Me and his lad.

• Seeing as your genes didn't even fucking try with Johnny it was just like you copy and pasted Simon. Blonde hair, light eyes and only a shade or two darker then his father. Other then that he got nothing from you-

• He adores his Son and feels proud of him everyday he lived and breathes.

• Johnny still refuses to speak, remaining mute but Simon is fairly certain it's by choice which he respects.

• Simon and him sitting next to each other as you argue with Hazel about something stupid, Johnny discreetly reaching up and taking off his hearing-aids to not hear anymore.

• Simon has to suppress a laugh-

• Johnny often goes hunting with Simon, especially since he's the most into the outdoors besides Rose.

• Is oddly a perfect hunter- Has very quiet steps and is smart with a gun.

• Him and Johnny are sitting in some trees waiting for the elk to go by, Johnny staring out into space a bit as he holds his rifle and thinks.

• Simon seeing this grabs a piece of bark and tosses it at him to get his sons attention. 'Whats wrong?' Simon signs, Johnny sighing lightly.

• 'I guess, just thinking-' Johnny signed. Simon nodding his head for the teen to continue.

• 'Do you wish I wasn't deaf? I could have been military like you, I couldn't have done a lot of things. Like speak.. Does it bother you?'

• Simon felt surprised by this- Shaking his head quickly. 'No-'

• 'No- I do not care about if you are deaf or dont speaak, it doesnt matter to me. You are my Son- I'd have never let you go into the military either way, I don't want any of you to experience what I have. I want you to live good lives, and long ones not just for me and your mother. But for your name sake. So no, it doesnt bother me' Simon signed, feeling the burn in his chest at remembering his fallen comrade and his sons namesake.

• Johnny sat there, his hands twitching as he tried to think what to say but couldn't. Instead just smiling softly with a nod, turning back to see some elk coming into the clearing.

• The two hunted in peace that night not a word spoken between the two of them.

• "Why the long hair?" Simon ask, noticing the lack of haircut from his boy in the last few months. Johnny shrugs and signs 'Growing it out, Going to see if I like it'

• Never cuts it again- Much to Simon's annoyance

• When Johnny goes to University for Aero Space Engineering he almost cries- while he understands absolutely nothing his boy is saying to him when talking about his homework

[miller-n-morgan-2]

Take Me Home

1. TEXAS RED

Arthur Morgan x Texas Red!Reader

A/n: if you're seeing this for the first time, welcome! If not, and you were following my other blog, welcome back! Either way, I hope you enjoy this dumpster fire brought to you by my imagination ✨️

Summary: In the town of Agua Fria lived a shooter called Texas Red. Many men had tried to take him, and that many men were dead. A duelist and potential outlaw, with a secret no one knows. The perfect recruit for Dutch Van Der Linde to sweet talk into joining up.

Warnings: game typical violence, gun violence, dueling, old fashioned ways of thinking (no racism depicted in this chapter, but misogyny is mentioned) mild language, Arthur is a grump but also a sweetheart.

WC: 6.5k

“The infamous Texas Red,” he finished for you, but every time you hear that nickname it somehow gets worse. Why on earth did the good Lord above curse you with something so nasty as ginger hair? “Infamous? Don't know about that,” you lean back against the bar for another drink of water when your hands drop to your sides. “I'm just a kid. Name's Charlie Brooks.” 

The light from the outside window is what wakes you first, the brightness pooling over your closed eyelids before they even open. You’re still in Agua Fria, the place you've made a name for yourself. Charlie Brooks, but that's not the one that comes to mind. 

Texas Red. The unkillable. Nothing more than a duelist to many, and even less so to those who don't care for that sort of thing. But to those who dare challenge the big iron on your hip, you are not anything short of a quick handed master. Only eighteen years old, or so they say - it’s what you’ve told them, but like your name, it isn’t true. Whichever way you spell it out, your reputation is the reason people know you; You have the fastest draw on this side of anywhere. 

For someone who's known near and far as the kid who never lost a match, the nickname is a little less than favorable. Texas Red isn't for the blood on your hands, it's for the ginger of your hair. It's factual, not demeaning… but still unfavorable. You do not care much what they call you anymore, just as long as they know what comes with it. Too many men have underestimated your ability, one and nineteen more. 

Here in Agua Fria there's folks that will come from far and wide, just to test your trigger finger. Today is no different. You've spent the night in a hotel above the saloon, so by the time you reach the bottom of the stairs, you know there ought to be a man there, ready and willing to die. 

“That's him.” 

You hear from under the breath of the bartender. He served you only last night, one drink of silky whiskey before bed, nothing more. You told him your name, but not the one people know. Word gets around, you suppose. Your pistol has twenty notches on the handle, folks can tell enough from that alone. One of the outlaws that hangs around here does the same thing… except he takes pride in those marks, as opposed to you. You make those marks to remember the weight of your pistol, heavier every time a notch is made.

The man before you is tall and strong, likely a farmer that does heavy work. He has a sly look about him, but you don't feel bothered too much. You think his hands, worn by the sun and weathered by his work - whatever it may be - will not draw fast enough to even graze you. They are too stiff where they hang by his side, probably from pushing a plow, or milling a field. 

He hasn't spoken a word to you yet, but that's what you assume. He's here to challenge me, they always are. No one asks after you otherwise… except for maybe some working women, but that never ends well.

“You're the kid?” He looks you over, a furrowed brow and a smirk brush his features, but it doesn't last. Yes, you think. I'm the kid, and this is my gun.

“Yes sir,” your voice is a little lower, the early morning is stuck in the pitch of it. 

His question was so vague, but having been asked about eight times out of twenty ‘are you the kid?’ makes you a pretty damn good guesser of what your answer ought to be.

He takes another once over after a step forward, and now you can see that he stands about a head taller than you. He's not quite intimidating, but you can admit, the anxiousness of a man initiating a duel is always a thing that prickles your skin, warms your very fingertips. Maybe that's why you shoot so fast. 

“You don't look like a killer,” he looks down, but his nose is somehow still in the air. He wants to prove something, to someone or to himself you can't be sure, but only the most foolish of men dare your gun this way. 

“I'm not one.” 

And he laughs. You don't even think to look up at him, you keep my face forward. I don't have anything to prove, but of course you know you’ll have to.

“You shoot folks, got a name for it,” he settled his hands on his belt. It's a gun belt, sure, but the rounds don't even match the gun at his hip. They look bigger, as for a rifle. This farmer likely shoots ducks. Sitting or flying, that’s not the relevant point. 

He has experience, and that's what clouds his mind. He thinks you’re a sitting duck. 

“I do, but I ain't no killer,” you paused, rounding the man, stepping up to the bar and pointing for a glass of water. This early in the morning, any form of alcohol shouldn't be legal. You reckon it's the very thing that made this gentleman bold and eager enough to try what he's about to. At least you’re pretty darn sure that he's about to, otherwise he’s just an adoring spectator. “I shoot folks as need shootin’, but they always ask for it. I ain't malicious or nothin’.” 

“Maybe you's the one that needs shootin’.”

Atta boy, getting to the point. You have to smile. He looks confused by it and he very well should be… people don’t normally crack a grin when being threatened.

“S’pose you wanna be the one that does it,” You take a drink of the water you’re handed, but it does little to wash away the tickle in your throat, trying to climb its way up in the form of the chuckle. 

“If I gotta be.” 

You’ve never seen this man around town. Being here in this area almost two months, you’ve seen more of the traveling recluses than any of the farmers. Seen more of the local outlaws, too. They never stay long, they cause a little trouble here and there… but never the farmers. They come into town maybe once, twice a month. They harbor most of their own supplies on their land. No need for the town. 

“And you think you'll hit me?” 

“I've never missed.” 

And then that chuckle finally does escape you. 

“I knew twenty men who hadn't, either,” but the other's words were a bit more out of ignorance. They wanted to show off, thought they had nothing to lose. You were just a skinny kid with red hair and a heavy gun that you could barely stand to carry. 

“I like my odds.” 

So you turn to the bartender. He watched this same charade last month. A different man, not quite as tall, but just as confident. He stops wiping down an empty glass, and looks to you with a look of annoyance. What did you do to deserve it? You haven't the slightest clue. When he looks at the challenger with sincerity and condolences, you know what he thinks behind those eyes.

This is a fine young man, he may have a wife and some children. He doesn't know what he's doing, he had a strong drink. He only heard one story, it isn't fair. 

But of course, you can't back out. You’ve never backed out. Never having anything to lose, and like today, no one has ever tried to convince you otherwise. If you die now, you can go out a hero of sorts, the gunslinger of Agua Fria. If you live, then you'll someday die a legend. Texas Red, the unkillable.

You will have to step outside, and you will have to shoot this man, but for the first time, you feel you oughta know his name. You stepped to meet him and offered your hand. It's smaller compared to his. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Robert Sims.” 

He shakes your hand tightly, he wants to show how strong he is… as if that somehow makes him shoot faster.

“Glad to meet ya. I'm-” 

“The infamous Texas Red,” he finished for you, but every time you hear that nickname it somehow gets worse. Why on earth did the good Lord above curse you with something so nasty as ginger hair?

“Infamous? Don't know about that,” you lean back against the bar for another drink of water when your hands drop to your sides. “I'm just a kid. Name's Charlie Brooks.” 

He scoffs, his eyes falling to the floor. Maybe he doesn't wanna do this. He seems to be rolling it over in his head. If he wins he kills you, a scrawny kid with an ugly hat, and not a friend in the world. If he loses, well… he dies. 

But as if foolishness ruled his mind, he settles on his thoughts, and you can see it clear as day when he decides. 

“Are you ready to step outside?” 

And you smile again. He could've been your friend. He seems like a kind enough man, a little arrogant, but a man of honor in himself. He even struck you with a slanted smile of his own, but for no reason other than your reputation alone, he wants to kill you. Always a shame. 

“S'pose so.”

And he doesn't say another word… Ever. 

Thirty paces apart on the dirt road outside, the poor man never even cleared leather, but a bullet rests between his collarbones, and he himself rests on the ground. He’s got a pouch on his hip you noticed earlier, so while everyone around is frozen in place, you carefully go up to his body, stripping the valuables from him before moving on your way. To the winner go the spoils.

You holster your weapon, turn around and face the folks that stopped their journeys to watch. Some had seen the last one, they expected the outcome. Others were a bit surprised. David beat Goliath. The bigger opponent fell. 

You took a walk around the block to settle down, find a nail to notch your pistol yet again. You’ve never forgotten your earlier opponents, but something about this one makes you sadder than the rest. One and Twenty more, and whoever else is stupid enough to have the same idea.

Once you feel at rest you land back in the saloon, but it's not as empty as before, your single friend Robert Sims being the occupant. Now there are three men. There is a tall dark haired man with a mustache and a bowler hat, a darker skinned man beside him against the bar, and a young man that looked all too similar to yourself in complexion and hair color. It was nice to know that you weren’t the only one God would curse that way. 

You don't plan on letting yourself be bothered, so you sit down one stool over, beckoning a whiskey you can shoot to chase the adrenaline. You thought you had calmed down, but sitting here it feels as though you’re in the middle of a footrace, with the speed accelerating instead of decreasing. 

“Charlie Brooks?” The tall man with the mustache was the first to speak, and directly to you. 

These men have guns on their hips, and you hope they are not thinking what the last man thought. You’ve barely calmed down enough from Robert Sims, and your head would hurt having to shoot twice in one day. 

“Yes,” your confusion forced through. 

“I'd like to talk with you. This man here tells me you're quite the gunslinger,” he gestures to the bartender and you give him a glance, seemingly just doing his job minding his business when he's not running his mouth about you. 

“He told ya? Or were you outside?” 

The man had a laugh that seemed comforting almost. It was hearty and full of actual joy. He pat you on the back and you had half a mind to turn away from it for a moment, unsure of why he was so friendly or if you appreciated it yet. It’s been a while since you felt the comforting or friendly touch of someone who didn’t later try and shoot you.

“I did in fact see your show of skill, but I wasn't sure if approaching you after a fiasco like that would end up poorly for me.” 

And so you smile, because his sense of humor is alike yours, and he looks to be unphased by your violent acts of earlier. You technically didn’t break any laws. Didn’t do anything wrong, even by killing a man. He had threatened to shoot your first, if no one claims they saw the duel, you can write it off as self defense… but this man doesn’t seem too deterred. In fact, he looks all too happy having witnessed your properly provoked quick draw.

“I ain't jumpy, if that's what you're worried about.” 

But he had a different point on his mind, so the subject was changed in an instant. 

“Look, son. I'm gonna cut to the chase,” he pointed at your pistol, the newest twenty-one mark shining where it peaked out of your holster. “You have a gift for using that. I could use some talent like yours.” 

And suddenly you’re confused again. Who is this guy? What does he want? 

“I ain't a bounty hunter, sir.” 

“I can very well see that. I'm not looking for a temporary gun, kid. I need someone long term.” 

And suddenly your interest is piqued. The other men haven't said a word, and yet they seem to be a part of this offer, whatever it is. They are fully invested in your answer, on the edge of their seat - metaphorically, since they’ve been standing - while waiting. It’s strange, as if it’s all been plotted.

“Not sure I quite understand,” You slide the empty glass back after taking the second shot of whiskey, but hold your hand over the top, keeping the bartender from refilling a third. 

“If you'd be so kind as to follow me and my friends, I would be happy to explain in further detail,” he steps away from the bar, his hand outstretched to the door. This situation reads danger in every which way, but you don't stray from it. You can’t believe you’re doing it, but you follow along, an open mind. 

Nothing to lose.

-

Your horse was in the stables, an older stallion that was probably bred from war. His coat was full and black, like a starless night sky. Fury, you called him. These other men had put their horses up in the stables as well, but they were quite a bit stranger when it came to interacting with the horse hand. They paid him off so he’d forget any of you had been here. 

These men must be outlaws. Dutch, Javier, and Sean… From the time of their introductions, you were watching them with vigilance. You had started to gather that much from the way people ran inside when they passed, but the other behaviors lead you to believe that they weren’t the typical type. They weren’t just bad men looking for trouble and fun. They had reasoning, and they had qualms about who they spoke to about what. They were careful, if that word can even describe an outlaw. 

You followed them out of town, and down a road a bit. Agua Fria was a bit drier than other parts of Texas, but it had some nice trees here and there, with ponds and hills to break up the dusty roads. When you came to a clearing, a full on campsite set up, you immediately looked around, taking in who you thought would be the most imminent threats. 

“Right over here,” Dutch said, dismounting his horse and leading it to a hitching post. You followed him and the others, and the redhead, Sean, took your horse off your hands. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled. 

“This is the camp, ain’t much to look at but we’re all very tight knit, here.” 

You followed behind Dutch, he was the ringleader of all of this, as far as you could tell. He gave the orders, and the others followed. You couldn’t say you didn’t see why. He had all the capabilities of a natural born leader. His presence, his personable way with words, and even his ability to convince a random stranger to follow him. 

“S’cozy,” you said, nodding to each person you passed. He didn’t bother introducing you to them yet, and you figure it’s because he wants to see how well you fit first. No point in getting anyone attached. 

“It is indeed. I’ll have you wait here for just a moment, you can mingle, if you’d like. I’m gonna talk to a few friends of mine,” he told you before ducking into a tent, the flaps falling behind him. 

You huffed a breath, turning to the first face you saw and tipping your hat. 

“Howdy, Ma’am.”

The young woman looked up to you, a sweet smile on her face. She had lovely dark hair and beautiful blue eyes that reflected a clear sky. 

From within the tent, tensions were a bit higher. 

“First Mack and Davey, now this… kid? You can’t keep picking up people like they’re stray dogs, Dutch…” Hosea Matthews, Dutch’s right hand man was the one to speak first. He’d just heard quite a story - which to be fair, Dutch liked telling grand stories - that seemed to be impossible. 

“I know, I know… but you wouldn’t believe it even if you saw it. Hell, even I don’t.” 

“Let me get this straight,” another voice piped up from the corner, standing to make his presence more known. “This eighteen year old kid, who can barely hold up a gun… is the fastest draw you’ve ever seen?” 

“I blinked and the man was dead,” Dutch furthered his point, hearing a low whistle from the youngest man in the tent. They began to peak through the open tent flaps, not letting anyone else see them. 

“Abigail seems to like him.”

“Abigail likes everyone except John these days,” Hosea joked around, sitting himself back down when he’d taken his look at the kid. He was a spry little thing, but looked like a boy still in adolescence.

“Listen,” Dutch began, his hands raised to calm the air. “This kid could mean the difference between life or death in some of our upcoming jobs.”

The younger man looked to Dutch, then to Hosea, and then to the ground, shaking his head. Dutch was like his father, but these fantasies he conjured up sometimes to justify his antics could be wild. 

“He can shoot faster than me?” 

“My boy, I’d let you challenge him yourself if I wasn’t sure he’d drop you where you stand.” Dutch clapped a hand on his shoulder before turning to Hosea. 

“If he’s really as fast as you say, we should keep him. He can’t be of any harm otherwise.”

-

A moment lasted longer than you thought it would, but you’d garnered the attention of not one but two ladies whilst sitting in the shade of the trees. 

Abigail, the heavily pregnant young woman you’d started conversation with, and Tilly, a young lady who seemed to be swooning with every word you said. You didn’t have the heart to say nothing to her, you weren’t even sure you’d be sticking around. 

“And then what happened?” Tilly asked, scooting closer. 

“Well, I guess I shot him. S’how most these stories end, sadly.”

You suddenly felt a bit sorrowful. You’d shot a man down only today and here you’d moved on so quickly. The time of self recovery was getting shorter and shorter. Maybe you ought to stop shooting folks, then you could make some ground on a normal life… but that’s never really been your way, not since you left home. If you stay with this gang, though… the shooting gets worse, and you know that for a fact. 

“But you’re a good shot, probably why Dutch wants ya,” Abigail lifted a brow, nodding towards the tent. You were sure he’d liked you well enough, and you liked this whole tight knit unit well enough. If you shoot enough folk, you reckon you get to stay. 

“Speak of the Devil,” Tilly smiled behind where you were standing, and you took it as a queue to turn around yourself. 

“We sure as hell want him,” Dutch said, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “I have some people I want you to meet. This is my partner, Hosea Matthews.”

And the man - Hosea - smiled and waved. He seemed nice, and gentlemanly. He had a kind face, like that of a dedicated father. 

“And this,” Dutch stood aside, revealing another man stood behind him… “Is Arthur Morgan. My enforcer, and right hand man.”

You froze when he lifted his head, hat tipping upward enough to see his face. Your breath hitched in your throat as you scanned his features, falling to the stretch of his body and then roaming back up to the brim of his hat. You weren’t sure if it was from fear or from awe, but the tenseness in your body was thick and unwavering. He had all the toughness of a rugged outlaw, but his eyes were calm, serene. Like pools of oasis water against a dry and scorching desert. A beautiful man by anyone’s standard, but completely unaware of himself. 

Standing before you now, he nodded in greeting, and you had to snap out of the haze that even now surrounded you, clouding your mind and blocking out anything that wasn’t him. 

Sweet Lord above, help me look away… and finally you did, begrudgingly. 

“He’s gonna show you around, give you the rundown of how things are here,” 

“Sounds-” you coughed once, trying to play off your strange behavior as you cleared your throat. “Sounds just fine.”

“Alright then,” Dutch leaned in towards Arthur at the last second, nudging his arm as he did. “Don’t test ‘im before he’s had a chance to settle. I don’t feel like losing two fast guns on the same day.”

You heard the tail end of the conversation, but pretended it passed over your head. You were standing quietly, still halfway in awe of the man. Sandy strands of hair that fell over the corners of his eyes, his strong jawline stubbled in the same lovely color. He let his hat fall over his eyes again, but you were certain if you’d been able to see them again, you’d not be able to look away.

He fell into a slow walk beside you, beginning to lead through the campsite.

“What’s your name, kid?” 

Kid, as if you were actually one… 

“Charlie Brooks, sir,” You replied, holding a firm hand out. This was reflectant of a similar introduction you’d made earlier this morning. Didn’t matter what happened though, you wouldn’t be shooting the man before you. Not even if he begged. 

“Dutch says they call you Red.”

You dropped your pleasant expression, huffing a fast breath to match the new look on your face.

“Texas Red… But I ain’t even from Texas, so,” and it was true. You’d only earned that nickname here. 

“The red part still fits,” Arthur was teasing you. Perhaps this is what Dutch meant by ‘don’t test him.’

You sighed, realizing that you’d found the downside to this ruggedly handsome stranger… “My name is Charlie Brooks.”

Arthur laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t get upset, boy… I’m only poking fun.”

You drop the tension in your shoulders… you didn’t like being teased, but perhaps it wasn’t as bad coming from this Arthur character. 

“Men learn fast not to poke fun at me,” you told him, partially as a threat, but followed it up quickly. “I s’pose I’d better compose myself around here.”

Arthur laughed, genuinely. He seemed to find you amusing, or maybe he found you to be annoying. Either way, you earned these hearty chuckles to enjoy for yourself. 

“You may be quick with a gun, kid… but just know, that pistol on your hip couldn’t save you from me,” his voice was in a lower register when he said it, and you didn’t know whether you should be intimidated or completely and totally enamored. He wasn’t completely serious, unwilling to scare you away for Dutch’s sake. But he did want you to understand where you stood with him, and you did. 

You only nodded, and kept walking. 

He had shown you the laundry areas, where the girls nearly strip the boys down just so they have something to do in the daytime. He showed you to Mr. Pearson’s ‘kitchen,’ if you could even call it that. He showed you where the weapons are kept, but not where to refill them. He isn’t sure if he’s supposed to yet. You take in every word he says, committing it to memory, not only so you can fit in around here, but also so you can recall the sound of his voice on a whim. 

He shows you down to the sloped rim of the pond, where usually one at the time, members of the camp come to bathe in their spare hours. You wondered how far down the way you would have to bathe, just on the off chance someone might come and see. 

“Bill takes care of the horses, mostly. I’m sure he’ll add yours to his rounds if you ask ‘im,” he mentioned, walking back past the horse rails and troughs. Your horse was standing happily in the sunshine, enjoying the blue skies and grass compared to the dusty and dark stables you always put him up in.

“I’ll remember that,” you say, as if you’ll forget anything else. So far you remember everyone’s name - everyone you passed by, at least - and every individual location of the camp. 

“Miss Grimshaw and the others should have a tent for ya by sundown… if not, just bunk with me until tomorrow,” he offered, hands sat steadily on his gun belt. Your face flushed, but lucky for you, he was much taller and couldn’t see under the brim of your hat when you tilted your head. 

“That’s kind of you,” you nodded in reply, saying nothing more. 

He began to back away, needing to attend to something else, but he stopped short. 

“You’re alright, kid,” he complimented, as best as he could give one, anyway. “See you ‘round.”

And you stood still, watching him walk away with your hands at your sides. 

“I’m in deep shit…”

-

Early to bed, early to rise, yatta yatta yatta. You still hate mornings. The camp wakes at the crack of dawn, and you stir just as some folks are leaving, mounting their horses and setting off for the adventures ahead. You’re fairly certain it’s Dutch, Bill, and that other man Hosea, the one with the kind face.

You did end up taking Arthur up on his offer to bunk for the night. He was kind enough to set up one of the spare cots for you, unwilling to argue about sleeping on the ground and all that. He pegged you for the arguing type and wanted to leave well enough alone. 

He was gone from the tent-like structure by the wagon, away somewhere probably having a cup of that coffee you smelled. They must have had a pot brewing somewhere, because it was the only thing willing you to leave the shaded area you were resting. The sun wasn’t high in the sky, but you could already feel the effects of the heat swirling in around the camp. 

It was strange, going about your morning routine with others present. Washing up your face in one of the water barrels, raking your hair back over your head with your wet fingers to let the hair sit flat before you crushed it down with your hat. You’d been nearly presentable, good enough for the morning, anyway. 

It wasn’t long before you were sitting close to the congregated group, a cup of coffee in your own hands. It wasn’t the best you’ve had, but hey, it helped you keep your eyes open. You didn’t dare interject into the conversation, unknowing of it they would accept it. Not that it mattered, because you liked hearing them interact as is. They were a rowdy bunch, but they had some wit here and there.

After a while, you zoned out during talks of events you hadn’t been to, people you hadn’t met, things you didn’t get to see before coming here. You watched a bunny that leapt across the camp, running into the wilderness ahead only to disappear behind some rocks. You realized by then you were at the end of your coffee cup. You stood up to take it back to Mr. Pearson, but were interrupted by one of the others in the circle. You remember his name is John. 

“How about you, Brooks?” He asked, catching you off guard, for you had absolutely no clue what the conversation was. 

“How about me?” you replied, a furrowed brow as you stopped in your tracks and waited. 

“Are you really as fast as people say?”

You scoffed, a slanted eyebrow to the man when he seemed in disbelief. You don’t blame him, he’s never seen you shoot. 

“Faster.”

“Boy’s got some pride on ��im. Shouldn’t be too hard to break it down,” the only other redhead in the gang reared his accented voice. “Ay, Arthur?” 

You turned to the man, stoic and quiet, his hat covering most of his face so you couldn’t see what his features were saying. 

“If Dutch says he’s faster than me, I won’t push my luck.”

Except for he wanted to. He really wanted to, and you were curious to see his skill as well. Maybe not against you, because hell… you ain’t never lost before but there’s a first time for everything, and you like it here too much to throw it away. 

“I don’t buy it. That’s just Dutch telling tales like he does,” John stood up and clapped his hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “Never in my life have I seen someone with Arthur’s shootin’ speed.”

“Never?” 

You knew it was probably not in your best interest to boast your ability on the first day, but shit, it was the only thing you had going for you. You had to make way in this group somehow. 

“Never.” 

“Alright,” you nodded. “I propose a game. Two bullets, our names carved in. We set up a can to shoot and whoever’s bullet gets trapped inside s’the one that got there first.”

Arthur lifted his head, and for the first time this morning, you saw his eyes. Your face instantly got red, but no one seemed to notice, too caught up in the heat of the exchange. 

He nodded once, a slow and decisive nod. He was thinking it over. 

“Sure,” he said, his thick accent coating the word. “Guess I’ll play along.”

And the group dispersed, grabbing everything needed. Arthur took it upon himself to carve the bullets, and strangely, you trusted him not to tamper with yours. He didn’t seem like the type to play dirty. He didn’t look like he needed to be. 

Sean set up the can on a log, a crudely drawn X out of charcoal on the rusty front of it. There were words being exchanged as you both stepped up, opening your guns to drop out all the bullets before Arthur handed yours over. His etching wasn’t too bad, but you dropped the smug look on your face when you saw what he actually put on it. 

“I told you my name’s not Red,” you huffed, taking it anyway and dropping it into the cylinder, giving it a quick spin to line it up. 

“Doesn’t matter, no one’s gonna see it but you,” he teased, loading his own gun and standing beside you, about five yards away from the can. 

“Need me to count?” you joked back, hopefully not in vain. You wouldn’t be pridefully wounded if you lost in all honesty. You’d been waiting for your talent to fail you for a long time now, and without any stakes on the table, you suppose today could be the day. 

Both guns now strapped to your hips, you waited in silence, and so did everyone else. It wasn’t something that needed cheering on, but it was definitely something to be on the edge of your seat for. 

You saw Arthur drop his hand out of the corner of your eye, so you cleared leather as fast as you could in hopes that your shot would land, and it did… or at least, you thought it did. The can went flying and both guns had been fired. 

“Who won?” John yelled over in question to Sean, who went to kneel down by the log, picking up the can. 

“Uh…” He held up the can, showing two bullet holes, before dumping out both bullets from the inside. “Both of em’.” 

And for the first time in any shoot out you’d ever participated in, you were too stunned to speak. You never doubted this man’s abilities as a talented gunslinger, but given you’d never seen him shoot, and knowing your own track record… it was surprising to see. 

“Well,” Arthur turned to you, as the others continued to chat amongst themselves, not sure how to split the bets they had made beforehand. “You beat me.” 

He offered his hand to you to shake, but you shook you head, you didn’t understand. 

“It’s a draw, both bullets hit,” you tried to reason, but he was set on his own explanation. 

“You hit first. Mine went through the top as it was fallin’.”

You shook his hand anyway, but froze in place when he spoke. Could he really tell? Was he that detail oriented when shooting? You’d never known much of your craft, just that you could do it, just that you’d practiced a bunch and got pretty damn good… but you didn’t even think to make that observation. 

“That don’t count,” you tried to absolve him, still feeling as though from what he said alone, he was the better gunslinger. “I’ve never said this before… but I would not duel you, Arthur Morgan. You’ve scared me somethin’ awful with that gun.”

He had a chuckle in his exhale as he let it fall from his lips, a nod and the drop of your handshake. “Guess we both met our match today.”

“I’d say so.”

-

The day was slow. When Dutch and Hosea and Bill returned in the evening, there was some wind of a job coming up, the first one you’d inevitably be invited to. It was discussed quickly and not in great detail, and the heads of the camp still had some ideas churning about it. Hopefully you’d be able to keep up in the heat of the moment, as you’d never done anything like this before. Never robbed folk - alive folk, at least - or taken something as a means to survive. You’ve lived off of bets and fools you shot dead. It was a lousy way to live but it had never gotten as low as stealing or cold blooded murder. 

The thoughts turned over in your head and for some reason you couldn’t seem to lose them, but at the end of the night they were momentarily stalled when Arthur helped you carry the already assembled cot into your new tent. It was simple, just a double sided narrow-pitched tent, no room inside for anything but a cot and a single human. You could just kick your boots under the cot when you slept, that would be the extent of your storage space. At least it had the privacy of the two flaps at the front, current parted like curtains to allow entrance. 

Once everything was set up, Arthur took a step back, but didn’t leave yet. 

“Thank you, Arthur. I’ll owe you one,” you promised, trying to be as casual about his genuine help and concern over you the past day. No one had ever shown this much attentiveness to you, and though you know he’s only acting on orders from Dutch, it feels like he really cares. He’s kind and he’s gentle, despite his rugged appearance and reputation. 

“S’no problem,” he scratched the back of his neck, looking from side to side to make sure everyone had either retired for the night or was too occupied to listen in. “I wanted to tell you something.”

You furrowed your brow, crossing your arms. 

He sighed and met your eyes again, debating his words in his head. Out with it already…

“I know you’re a lady,” he tried to speak evenly, but the tail end of his sentence got caught. 

Your eyes widened before he even finished his sentence. You looked around as well before shoving him inside your tent, too small for one person let alone two. 

“You don’t know anything,” you assured him, suddenly self conscious of how he perceived you. What was it? Your voice? The way you walked? Your body? Was anybody else going to notice? 

“I wasn’t pryin’, I swear,” he said, reaching into his satchel, still on his hip after a long day. “Bill left early this morning, I took care of your horse. These fell out of your saddlebag…”

He held out to you the most damning piece of evidence there could possibly be. Long cotton wraps and a sanitary apron, the brand new woolen padding you’d gotten was pressed inside and ready. 

Shit. You didn’t even think twice about hiding the contents of your saddle bag when arriving here. No one had ever been kind enough to care for your horse, so you didn’t worry. 

You looked into his eyes, firm but not judgemental. When you looked at him just a second too long they turned to a silent fear. Like he was a child getting caught stealing sweets. 

“Don’t tell Dutch,” you begged, and he huffed a sigh, unsure of what to do. 

“I can’t lie to im’,” he shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. You were new, this wasn’t just about loyalty, it was about hierarchy. You, the new soldier, could not dare ask the second in command to deprive his leader of the truth. 

“I’m not asking you to. Just don’t tell him, yet. I’ll think of a way to let him know…”

You knew it was a stretch, but he was wonderful with the women of the camp, a man of high honor among the ladies. Surely he would help you, just until you were ready to share your secret. 

“We’re different, y’know? If you’ve been hidin’ all this time out there, that’s one thing… but you ain’t gotta do that here.”

“I don’t want them to look at me differently…” you trailed, silently pleading with him. 

He nodded, the look in your eyes nearly breaking his heart. There’s a story within you, but he’ll wait to hear it. For now, he just complies, hearing your voice at it’s softest point, the feminine silkiness flowing through. You only ever spoke to yourself like that anymore.

“Okay,” he placed a warm hand on your shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze, before maneuvering out of your small tent. “Just until you tell ‘im yourself, ya hear?” 

You nodded in understanding, a thankful and sweet smile dining your features. “Goodnight, Arthur.”

“G’night, Red…”

TAGS: @sheepdogchick3

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #11

[masterlist]

Today's prompt isn't a Harry Potter one like I said it would be yesterday, but that's because I'm sick and writing makes my head hurt (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) so instead, I grabbed one of @stealingyourbones prompts off the @batpham-discord-highlights server and ended up drawing it! Now, for it to count per my own rules, I have to write something to go with it, so I will, but it will be short (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

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Jason didn't set out to adopt two traumatized teens with super powers, but then, he'd come to realize that Bruce, for all his faults, had been the same way. The difference was, Jason refused to fail his sons the way Bruce had failed his own kids. While Jason's new biggest fear was turning out just like either of his fathers, his kids constantly reassured him he was doing pretty well.

He did his best to train his kids, both in and out of suit, helped them with their homework, and made sure they spent time being kids instead of fighting crime (if Captain Marvel suddenly started taking more days off from the League, well, the big three could only feel relief). He also did his best to keep his kids off the Bat's radar, at least until they were both sixteen and could use their powers competently in either of their forms. He'd almost succeeded in that last one when a mass Arkham breakout had called for all hands on deck. He had tried to leave his kids behind, but Danny and Billy were insistent. Thus, Hood's Ravens, named after Odin's own raven companions, Hugin and Munin, took flight through Gotham.

Through the mission brief and the first part of the roundup, Hugin and Munin stuck close to Red Hood, keeping their powers mostly under wraps. They were doing surprisingly well in such a large scale mission, in Jason's opinion. Sure, they'd both had previous experience with fighting large groups or for long periods separately, the kind of teamwork they were displaying, working as two parts of a whole, brought Jason a sense of pride. He'd been the one to teach them that, after all.

Suddenly, Babs let out a frustrated growl over comms. "I just lost connection to half the cameras in the city, I'm nearly as blind as you guys. You're going to have to do this the old fashioned way until I can figure out what happened," she said.

Jason shared a look with his sons and sighed, silencing whatever protest or reassurance the others were flooding the comms line with. "You two sure about this?" He got twin nods. "Alright. You know the rules. Stay out of sight, don't engage if you don't have to. Hugin, you take East side, Munin, you take West side. Go." Both boys were suddenly airborne, one flying East and the other flying West. He watched them fly for a bit before getting back to work. He trusted them to follow his rules and to know their limits. They could do this.

Soon, nearly identical voices were feeding real time information directly to the bats, each raven playing the role of "eye in the sky" surprisingly well for fifteen year olds. They directed the closest free bat or bird to problem areas, they rescued trapped or injured civilians, and most of all, they listened to any suggestions or corrections Babs gave them and adjusted accordingly. Jason was so unbelievably proud of his sons, he was fit to burst from it all. He couldn't understand how Bruce had never buried them all under mountains of praise if he'd ever felt even half as proud of his bats and birds as Jason was of his ravens in that moment.

Eventually, things calmed down enough that Jason wasn't exactly surprised to sense the big man himself dropping onto the roof behind him. Jason let Bruce watch him as he continued to watch his sons flying over and through the city, giving directions and helping when needed. They stood there like that for a few minutes before Jason sighed. "What is it, old man?"

"Those kids, Hugin and Munin. Who are they."

Jason felt the pit rise up at Bruce's tone, feasting on the riot of pride, anxiety, joy, fear, and anger. He wondered if the green he was seeing was real or imaginary as he turned to look over his shoulder at his adoptive father. "Those are my sons," he growled.

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There (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）I hope that satisfies! It's only thanks to ibuprofen that I was able to get through writing that much, so thank you modern pharmaceuticals ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Whether or not Danny and Billy are actually related (ie long lost twins, cousins, clones, brothers really close in age) or just doppelgangers is up to the reader, but the point is they're practically identical when just standing next to each other, but suit them up as Red Hood's Ravens, Hugin and Munin, they're indistinguishable until one goes invisible and the other starts shooting spells at things. In fact, Danny and Billy regularly "switch" who is Hugin and who is Munin. They usually discuss beforehand who is going to be who for a given period of time, but sometimes one of their power sets is better suited for a situation and they'll switch on a dime. Of course, this is only possible because their suits are identical in every way, being based heavily on Dick's Nightwing costume (specifically the Young Justice version) with red ravens on their chests instead of the bat on Jason's. Neither has a preferred weapon to deal with as they're both hand to hand fighters when they're not using their powers (Danny's ecto/ice blasts and Billy's spells), either. They do both still show up as their first alter egos, Phantom and Captain Marvel, fairly regularly, but Jason ensures they get plenty of rest and down time while still doing their school and homework.

I might have more to add later, but I'm drowning in snot and the ibuprofen is trying to wear off, so I'm going to leave it there. If anyone wants to continue this, please let me and @stealingyourbones know so we can enjoy it, too! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Have a good morning/day/night!

[kewrnage]

revival of hearts.

synopsis. ever since jason formed the outlaws, he thought his love for you slowly slipped away, especially in artemis' presence, but then he realized something that's because of you.

꒰ pairing ꒱ — jason todd x fem! reader.

꒰ genre ꒱ — angst with a happy ending.

Should you truly act as if everything is fine? You genuinely don't know. 

Those many months he spent apart from you felt like ages, since it had almost been a year for him without your touch. It lingers, the way his thumb would brush against the back of your hand so delicately. You missed it, dearly.

You couldn't utter his name without disbelief. Only his face, with some long-lasting war scars. Jason, it merely comes an expression of incredulity, just like the day he told you you were trapped in another's loving hand. 

Until now, your heart had been unable to bear the weight of the anguish struck in your chest, caught in the liberation of a broken heart, that he had found another, just right when he had said it right to your face on that meet up. He did fine without you. Artemis must've been a great company to him.

Is he actually to blame? He is, after all, a vigilante, which means he gets a lot of chances to meet fresh faces. You'd always assumed that the two of you shouldn't be in proximity, that a vigilante and a regular citizen couldn't prevail, and the uncomfortable truth became a reality. 

It had been a year since you haven't seen him, though such a thought would linger in the most random moments. Since you failed to let him escape your mind— his image still haunts you, his name still spoken amongst the stories from the underworld and in the dark alleyways.

Because you blocked his number, the plethora of missed calls and text messages couldn't reach you, blinded by your pride and anguish, you didn't know. and he merely abandoned what the two of you shared.

Though, toward the end of Jason's journey with the Outlaws, an unconfirmed connection he had with Artemis, eventually came to a finality too. Their hearts were linked, but for a brief time, they thought everything about them was platonic.

Artemis bid goodbye to Jason with an epiphany realization of their tie on the eve of their departure, imploring him to return to you no matter what, telling him that perhaps his true home was in your psyche. They parted ways after that. It is unknown when fate will bring them back together.

But, for the time being, Jason allowed himself to bask in the afterglow with his erstwhile comrades before attempting to discover and stand in your path once more.

He spent a week separating himself from you and gathered ideas for ways to get you in touch with him again.

As the sun shone brightly, you stood out among the golden daytime crowd, with strands of light falling on your hair and eyes. A few feet away, he had seen you with both of his eyes and was suddenly caught by the actualization that he too missed you.

He was drawing nearer to you gradually as you followed closely behind the crowd. His feet were betraying him; he isn't quite ready yet, but this will be the turning point.

A hand abruptly made contact with your shoulder, causing you to be frozen in your steps. Your curiosity was piqued by the lovely parole of your name, prompting you to turn around as your eyes met those softened gazes of piercing pupils cast in your way, which was a bit close to you.

You stayed motionless for a nanosecond until you recognized the person in front of you—the one who was there in your voyage of amorous reverie, which you thought had ended. It caught you off guard since your heart was bursting out of your throat and dropping out of your chest at the same time.

In front of you, he stood tall yet his heart was weak. "I'm sorry for all those months I couldn't get to you," he continued, regretting in tone and eyes that he never returned. He can imagine the content look on your face when there hasn't been conflict between the two of you in those earlier times.

Despite the fact that it failed to convince you to forgive, doubts still remained as evident in your trembling voice when you questioned, "and I waited for nothing. Were you happy with her?" Your uneasy sigh accompanied the inquiry.   Witnessing you in such a state, where your heart visibly sank due to the distressing memory of his departure, caused him distress as well.  

He hesitated upon being asked that question sincerely. Despite the lingering emotions within him, Jason felt compelled to respond truthfully, confessing that he still holds deep affection for you. "Yeah," he murmured softly. Anxious, you await his subsequent answers, desperately attempting to prevent tears from blurring your vision.  

"But I realized," he mused wistfully, tugging at his lips with a hint of bitterness, as he delved into memories of his encounters with Artemis. Despite the passing of several months, thoughts of you lingered in his mind, yet articulating them seemed unattainable at present; the elusive words he sought eluded him still. 

"She was just a companion, a friend, a sister..." He let out a long breath, acknowledging his defeat with a firm expression. With deeper exhalation, he confessed, "Even if I was with her, I still think about you." His words continued to reveal the truth, and the heavy feeling on his chest disspated, providing a slight sense of comfort, albeit he remained conscious of your startled response. He knows, it was a lot for you to take in.

You stayed hesitant, both of you fortifying for yourself against your apparent sudden outbursts. "I know I made a mistake but will you give me a chance to make it up to you?" This question, you've yearned to listen to, although your gaze betrayed you as tears of warmth streamed down your cheeks, you quietly sniffed. You were still angry with him, but you couldn't reject the fact that your affection for Jason still existed.  

He feels pain witnessing your current state, especially when he is the cause of your tears. Unsure of how to help, he scooped you into his arms tenderly while you continue to weep, releasing all your whirl of emotions with each teardrop. He remains steadfast, ensuring that you won't slip from his warm and safe grasp.  

Jason displayed patience as he awaited your calmness, gently stroking your back in an attempt to bring you comfort.   His heartache for you slightly diminished when the tears in your eyes dried off.  

"Are you okay?" Was all he could manage was to witness your attempt at regaining composure, yet you remained entangled in a state of fragility, you hastily nodded. He sighed in a slight relief. 

"I promise, I'll make it up to you no matter what." He added, as he hadn't allowed his arms branch out, but was still securely curled about you, as you buried your face in his chest, allowing yourself to be alleviated by his tender touch. This causes his lips to curve into a contented smile, and because you seek solace in his touch, he is more than happy to oblige.

[rftvs-au]

“It starts with sorry”

Summary: Vox slips up, he finally finds himself confessing after all these years of rivalry.. But, It starts with sorry, doesn't it?

Notes: this is an au made by @llserenell and @culssi ! We run this blog together for our au. Hope you enjoy!

Writing by @llserenell art by @culssi

Chapter 1: Love me dead

“I gave you SO MUCH!!" Vox shouted in the other man's direction, an uncontrollable amount of rage coursing within him as he balled his fist and lunged at him, only just missing as Alastor dodged his attack with a well timed sidestep.

Why was he feeling this anger, this rage? What was the reason behind all these emotions? He felt so enraged, so betrayed. Even after all these years, these feelings refused to leave him.

"You gave me nothing." Alastor bit back with a cold expression, eyes narrowing as he sent a tendril towards Vox, only for the TV demon to teleport out of the way. "Nothing?" Vox practically chuckled out, "NOTHING?!?" He repeated, his tone turning twisted and violent, "I gave up everything for you! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!!" He shouted, his voice glitching and full of emotion as he brought his hands to his chest. "I..did everything i could for you, Alastor.." Vox said, his voice threatening to break, "But that…" he chuckled, "that was never enough for you, was it??" Vox asked, looking up to meet the other man's gaze, his expression slightly crazed.

Nothing. Alastor said nothing, standing there with an unreadable expression; his smile remained plastered on his face, his eyes were staring coldly into Vox's, his hands were balled into fists. It was like he wanted to say something, but was holding himself back.

"It wasn't, was it?!" Vox snapped, grabbing hold of Alastor's jacket, "WAS IT!?" He exclaimed angrily in hopes to get a response, but still, there was no reply.

One it’s own

For a brief moment, there was silence. Though for the few seconds it lasted, it felt like minutes, hours even! It was ample time to collect himself, to think over things, yet he didn't. He couldn't. All he could feel was this anger, this burning rage as he looked into the eyes of a man he once loved, once cared for. For a split second, Vox's gaze almost softened, his eyes wide as they searched Alastor's face.

“You..." Vox peered into Alastor's eyes, hoping to find a trace of regret, dreading to be heartbroken once more, but there was only a chilling, disdainful glare. "You never really cared for me," he realized, his voice betraying confusion, almost transforming the assertion into a plea for affirmation. "Did you?" he added, a bitter chuckle escaping him as he noticed Alastor's gaze soften slightly.

Electricity sparked from his hands, nails digging into his palms enough to draw blood. "After everything I did for you..." his voice was low, spoken through gritted teeth. "You NEVER CARED!!!" Vox glitched out, a hot pink substance leaking down his screen, eye spiraling as he lunged for Alastor, pinning him to the floor.

Looking down at Alastor, seeing him in such a frustrated state, pinned down like this, it filled Vox with pride, an overwhelming heat rushing down to his groin.

“Fuck, you little bitch…” Vox breathed out, chuckling as he wrapped his hands around Alastor’s neck, slowly digging his claws in.

“You never meant anything to me,” Alastor growled, struggling to get him off, eyebrows knitting together with annoyance. “You ARE nothing.”

Static emitted from his screen, glitching and buffering, his face growing cold as he bared his teeth, raising his fist in a blind fit of rage. "YOU FU-FU-FŲCK-CKING PRICK!!!" Vox shouted, delivering hard blows to Alastor’s face repeatedly, immediately feeling a rush of satisfaction wash over him.

He loved the sadistic pleasure he derived from it, yet at the same time, he hated how much he enjoyed it—inflicting pain on someone he once cared for, someone he still cares for. But this rage, this hatred, still coursed through him.

“YOU MEANT THE WORLD TO ME!" His voice was filled with raw emotion, his anger escalating with each word.

Hands grabbed hold of Alastor’s jacket, hoisting him up to meet Vox’s enraged gaze, “YOU MEANT E-ÊVERY-EVERYTHING TO ME!” Vox screamed in Alastor’s face, bringing him to his feet and slamming him into a nearby wall. The only thing keeping him up were Vox’s hands, which digged painfully deep into his arms.

His vision looked blurred, and he could feel the blood trickling down his face. His eyes widened and filled with panic as he was met with bright monitors staring down at him, giant claws digging through his sleeves and into his skin. “I LOVED YOU, ALASTOR!!” Vox shouted, “Vox-“ Alastor spoke with a shaky voice, a cough following shortly after, “I LOVE YOU!!” Vox interrupted, breathing heavily, slowly shifting out of his demon form, his grip on Alastor’s arms loosening as he came to a realisation..

He messed up..

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[matthyeu]

marker of the end ― zh.

pairing ⇢ zhang hao x gn!reader 

genre ⇢ fluff, angst, academic rivals to lovers/enemies to lovers, college!au

warnings ⇢ like one swear word, mention of drinking

word count ⇢ 1.5k

synopsis ⇢ this would be the last time you and zhang hao crossed paths as rivals.

this was the moment you were waiting for the past few years. hearing your name called to walk across the big stage. shaking hands with several of the university board. most importantly, looking your rival in the eyes in a gloating way to celebrate your own accomplishments, your graduation at the top of your department. you had won. 

what you didn’t expect was for zhang hao to look back at you with a soft look in his eyes, a wide smile on his face, and two thumbs up for you once you made eye contact. for the first time, you could understand why he was the campus crush. you never understood such blasphemy because the two of you had always been at ends with each other in academics. 

at seven years old, you found the most pride in your ability to quickly do math, always completing the tests your teacher distributed every week in under 20 seconds with 100% accuracy. there was no one that could beat you. 

until the time you and hao both brought your tests up to the teacher at the same time, the first time he had caught up to you. by some miraculous twisted fate, you had gotten one question wrong, and he had taken the title of the week’s fastest perfect scorer. 

“ha, finally!” he exclaimed. 

“mmm just a fluke.” 

at twelve years old, you found the most pride in taking honors classes in secondary school. you were always placed with students who were older than you, many of them baffled at how such a young person could be learning the same material as them. 

but of course, there was also a certain someone who always managed to find their way into your class as well. in fact, the first time you had one of those classes, he plopped down next to you, his irritating aura being something you could always sense. 

“fancy seeing you here,” he jeered, taking out his notebooks and pencil pouch filled with various pens for note taking, “thought you’d be stuck in the regular classes seeing how panicked you were for placement exams.”

“shut it zhang,” you spat, slamming your own pouch onto the table and drawing attention to yourself, “you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

at age eighteen, you found the most pride in taking the podium at your high school graduation, doing a speech as the valedictorian. being able to stand there amongst your peers knowing you had worked the hardest and done the most for your position was everything you dreamed of. 

however, you had to share it with him. the teachers tried and tried, but they could not find even the slightest difference in your grades. you were practically the same student: studious, hardworking, and intelligent. there was nothing to set the two of you apart, so it was only fair for you to take the podium together. you only wished they had allocated more time for the venue because sharing your valedictorian speech was definitely not something you always wanted. 

“now don’t you try to push me off the stage in front of everyone,” he warned, “that wouldn’t be very top goody-two-shoes student of you now. let’s be civil today.” 

you rolled your eyes. “funny for you to say that when you’re always the one provoking me with your irritating voice. i already have to hear your voice blasting through the speakers, so why don’t you just save my ears from bleeding before i even have to hear that?”

at age twenty-one, you found the most pride in sitting at the library speeding through your assignments at a quick yet accurate pace. you tried not to procrastinate, but sometimes things did happen. at those times, there was nothing more satisfying than seeing the to-do list diminish into nothing. 

and for once, you didn’t mind your rival sitting across from you doing work. his presence actually made you feel more motivated to complete your assignments, wanting to finish your long list before he finished his. 

“finally off your spree?” he questioned, looking up to see you chewing on your pencil at a particularly hard problem, “too hard for you?” 

“please shut the fuck up. i can’t concentrate if you’re bothering me.” 

“okay chill,” he raised his hands up in defense, “i was just wondering if i could maybe help or anything. you look like you have a lot on your plate today.” 

“you? help me? you literally pray for my downfall, why would you do that?” you interrogated, believing he would somehow sabotage your problem by giving you some preposterous answer. 

“yeah, but you seem to be stressing a lot, so i thought i’d offer. one nice act in our rivalry won’t undermine the countless other things we’re at each other’s throats for, right?” 

you eyed him carefully, still wary, but you had no other choice. you couldn’t even comprehend the question. “fine.” 

looking back, maybe the rivalry was fading out at the end. nearing graduation, it seemed the two of you cooled down, not constantly trying to one-up the other in any class. in fact, you no longer shared most of the same classes and were basically in your own worlds. apart from the occasional glare you gave each other while walking across campus, your hatred had not been so apparent. even your friends had pointed out how you complained less about the equally-studious boy. 

that was why you let your guard down when he approached you after the ceremony, when you were taking pictures with your family and friends. they all wanted to capture the moment on your wonderful day. 

“well, we meet again,” he joked, trying to copy the once threatening tone he had the first time he said that to you in the second grade. though, now there was no sense of menace in his tone, only congratulatory. “good job out there. you deserve it.” 

“why thank you zhang.” 

“hao, you can call me hao,” he clarified, sticking his hand out as if to mimic a first interaction, “you don’t have to refer to me with my last name anymore. we’re not rivals now.” 

“are we not now?” you ask teasingly as you shook his hand.

“unless you want to apply to the same jobs and try to rob each other of opportunities, then sure,” he teased back. 

“i never thought i’d see the day you two get along.” 

the two of you turned around to see your friend, the one who had received the most complaints about hao throughout your college experience. there were so many nights where you went on tangents about how stupid your rival was, more of them drunk than sober. if anyone knew how much you hated hao, it was them. 

“i say we should save this as a memory. how do you two feel about a picture?” 

you looked at hao to try to see his stance on it, but he only gave a mere shrug as a response. you assumed that was a positive response, so you moved next to him for the picture. 

“get a little closer now you two! who stands a foot apart in pictures?” 

rolling your eyes at your friend, you inched closer to hao until your bodies touched. it was the first time you two had ever gotten so close. 

“now, let’s get a little arm around the shoulder!” 

once again, you wanted to strangle your friend for the nitpicky requests. it was just a picture! all that needed to be done was a simple click to capture the moment. though, to make it go faster, you obliged, swinging your arm around his shoulder while he did the same to you. it was an awkward position for you to be in after despising him for most of your life. 

as your friend tried to find a good angle, hao made conversation with you through his smile. “so what if i asked you for lunch as ex-rivals?” 

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “ex-rivals in what kind of way? like are we hanging out as friends, or are you asking me out on a date?” 

he chuckled. “i didn’t even think of the second option, but if you want it to be a date, i can certainly make it that.” 

you stepped on his foot, but he had to hide the pain for the sake of the photo. “that is not what i meant. do not get ahead of yourself. i’m just making sure you’re not trying anything.” 

“yeah, like i would ever. so how’s next wednesday sound?”

“sure.” 

“awww you guys look so cute!” your friend complimented as they came over, showing the picture to both you and hao, “do you want me to send it to you?” 

you waved it off, “you can keep it. why would i want to have a picture of myself with a guy i spent my whole life loathing in my camera roll?” 

what you didn’t know is you’d be asking that same friend to dig up the picture from their camera roll when you and hao bought your first home together. that way, you’d both have a memory of the moment your rivalry ended and your love began. 

[the-masked-ram]

A Perfect Place for a Pet- Kuroko x Akashi x Reader Commission

CW: NSFW, fem reader, poly relationship, pet/master, DDlg, impact play, knife play, some mild mentions of blood, mild breath play, collar/leash play, bondage, dubious consent, yandere, college AU, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, voyeurism, unsafe sex, breeding kink, abduction A/N: One of my favorite poly comms to write for the wonderful @crowned-peony. Such a great commissioner as per usual, and seriously it was so fun to write for these two KNB jocks <3 I don't get to write KNB nearly often enough Also I don't normally do this for my pieces but since this thing is a monster I will put the word count WC: 17+k

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Lunch on campus was never something extravagant. Sometimes it was sandwiches, sometimes it was soup, and sometimes it was something fancy that everyone looked forward to like pasta. But that fancy pasta wasn’t even truly fancy like what you made at home. Still today was one of those days, it was chicken alfredo, and you were thoroughly enjoying the creamy sauce with just the right amount of garlic.

A chocolate chip cookie sat off to the side of your tray, taunting you to hurry with your noodles so you could indulge in its sugary sweetness. Your friends sat on either side of you. People you’d found in the years during your college stay. People who supported you, one was eating a sandwich, one of those ones they made every morning and wrapped up for the day. The other was eating the same plate as you but had a bowl of fruit with it as well.

“So have you seen the new additions to the basketball team?” your friend to the right said.

“The ones who transferred over halfway through last year?” you asked.

She nodded, “They are so fucking gorgeous.”

She squirmed in her seat, and you didn’t blame her. They were beautiful, two men you’d watched from afar with barely disguised lust. Kuroko and Akashi, you’d heard their names in passing, you would never have the bravery to approach them on your own. Though Kuroko seemed friendly enough, he never left Akashi’s side, and that red head radiated cool confidence, so much of it that it cowed you from across the room. But oh, did you wish you could talk to them. You wished you had the pride and the confidence to walk up to them, tilt your head, bat your eyes, and draw them in with an innocent question. Still, you knew that would never be. That wasn’t who you were.

You were soft, shy, introverted though you craved attention. Perhaps you leaned toward being an ambivert. So, often you found yourself desperate for company to combat the loneliness you created within yourself. But that was hard when you so easily got overexerted and needed to recharge at home under a fluffy blanket with a book in hand and some TV show you’d seen hundreds of times playing in the background.

You didn’t realize that you’d garnered the interest of a pair of calculating red eyes.

---

Kuroko had noticed though; it was hard not to when his friend and partner had been distracted. Akashi was never someone who let his attention stray too much from the subject at hand, even if that subject was just listening to Kuroko yammer on at lunch.

Once Tetsuya fell silent though he found his boyfriend’s attention wandering to the side, over his shoulder. Kuroko turned his head, though not even Seijuro seemed to notice him doing it. The taller college student didn’t even seem to be aware that his own attention had drifted. But it didn’t take long for Tetsuya to find the source of his distraction.

“Hmmm, she’s cute,” Kuroko said, his voice was the usual bland tone, but he never said something he didn’t mean.

Akashi blinked and turned his gaze back to his boyfriend before it drifted once more towards you, “Yeah, she is. But that’s not all it is. I just… haven’t figured her out yet.”

“I’ve missed you,” Kuroko said softly, reaching out to trail his fingers across the back of Akashi’s hand. “Maybe we need someone new. To keep us stable, we need to stop breaking up and then coming back together. Maybe… she….”

Tetsuya broke off when the three of you stood behind him and threw away the trash from your lunches. Your trajectory brought all of you right past the two boys’ table. The two girls that flanked you stared unabashedly at him and Akashi. But ever the quiet one in the center, you who had drawn the attention of his partner, kept your gaze ahead, only diverting it from the path you walked long enough to check your planner.

“She’s interesting,” Kuroko agreed and his blue, usually gentle eyes narrowed, showing a flicker of something darker.

“Would you like a pet? Tetsuya?” Seijuro asked.

Tetsuya laughed but there was desire in his expression as he watched you walk away. Your hips swayed and your thighs looked so soft, perfect for sinking his teeth into. It was as if all of you was meant to be bruised by the two of them. It was only too easy for his attention to be snagged once Akashi’s was. There was no reason for him to answer Akashi out loud, because when he looked back into his lover’s red eyes, he saw his own growing desires reflected tenfold.

--- “Who is she?” Kuroko asks from beside him.

Akashi looks at you as you sit across the room at your desk. A smile graces your features, both he and Tetsuya had found their attention wandering to you more and more. Their conversations often turn to you as the topic. Eventually, becoming part of their relationship wasn’t just an undiscussed desire. Now it had been picked apart to the minutia. There was very little wrong with the idea in their eyes. The only problem would be if you said no.

Seijuro, however, knew there were many ways to make you see their view. Yet, he wanted to do the one with the least likely failure rate.

“Do you actually know her?” Kuroko prodded again, pushing past Akashi’s thoughts.

Seijuro scoffed, “Of course I do. I wouldn’t want her otherwise. She’s from my shogi club.”

Tetsuya turned his blue eyes onto you again, curiosity sparking deep within them. The innocence shining on your face surprised him. Why would you be into a cutthroat and manipulative game like shogi? How could someone as bright and happy as you be good enough at it to capture his boyfriend’s attention?

Usually, the only people Akashi played shogi with were either himself or people extremely competitive. Could you be like that? Or was there something about your softness, your gentle energy that had ensnared the redhead?

“Pay attention! This is coming up on the test in a week,” the teacher said strictly, pointing to the chalkboard.

Akashi rolled his eyes toward the information, looked over at Kuroko who was idly writing it down, and then glanced down at you. Your notes were a mess from what scribbles he could see, and you were just adding to the clutter. Your panicked writing made no sense, but perhaps it did to you. He sure hoped it did since the test counted for a third of everyone’s grade. It was the closest thing to a final you’d all get in the class.

“Hmm,” Akashi hummed thoughtfully, and Tetsuya leaned over, trying to see what had caught his attention this time.

He narrowed his red eyes at his boyfriend, trying to move his shoulder out of Kuroko’s space so he could have some breathing room.

“What did you see?” the shorter man asked.

“I think I know of a way to approach her,” Seijuro murmured, resting his cheek on his knuckles as a cruel smirk curled his lips.

---

You were scrambling desperately to gather all your notes together. Now, after everything towered in stacks of paper that threatened to fall at any moment, you needed to find the books. There were so many books, so many you didn’t even recognize the name of. How could you be this unprepared? You’d been in that class from day one, taking notes, scribbling things down that were both important and unimportant.

You sighed as you pulled down another book, your eyes scanned the first page and title when you realized that it wasn’t the one you needed. Just two more books, right? Just two more, you looked down at the paper seeing the other three were checked off.

How had you missed the warning for the test two weeks ago? These kinds of tests were usually given with at least three weeks’ notice. You felt like perhaps that was a day you were sick. Maybe that was a day when the anxiety was crushing you with so much brain fog you felt like you were drowning.

You weren’t sure, you couldn’t remember, and you felt like crying, like tearing your hair out and throwing a tantrum. But you couldn’t, once again, you couldn’t because it was painful to be seen with your lip wobbling like it was now and how your tears were filling your waterline. Your breath tried to hiccup in your chest, but you pushed it down instead, you swallowed it deep into your gut.

“You look like you’re struggling there, Little Rabbit,” a deep voice said from beside you.

You blinked and a single tear tracked its way down your cheek as you turned. A redhead stood next to you, leaning nonchalantly against the shelves. He tilted his head, and you recognized him as the one you and your friends were drooling over earlier.

The sound of footsteps scuffing the carpet beside the two of you caused you to turn again. This time you’d moved into half a circle as you stared at the boy with blue hair that so often seemed attached to this red head’s side.

“Don’t tease the Bunny, Akashi,” the newcomer said and reached out to wipe away the tear drying on your face.

You flinched, nerves flaring up in your mind again. It was like they were wolves in sheep’s clothing. You could see the soothing, innocent façade they put up but something inside you, some instinct twisted, screamed at you to run. You didn’t though, this happened often, this fear of the normal.

Normal… was it normal to wipe away a stranger’s tear? To subtly tease someone for having an anxiety attack about an upcoming test? But… was that what was really happening? There didn’t seem to be any malice behind their red and blue eyes. If there was… it had to be your imagination, right?

That tiny seed of doubt was easily smothered by a fistful of positivity. The desire you always carried with you, to believe the best in people. You smiled awkwardly, fragilely, as if something inside you was waiting to crack and you scrubbed your palm in frustration against the tear track that had already been cleared from your cheek.

“Sorry you had to see me like that,” you said, your eyes wandering back over your shoulder at the tall shelves of books. “I just… feel so overwhelmed this time around.”

“With Stearl’s class?” Kuroko asked, his attention following where your gaze fell.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’m just barely holding onto my B in that class.”

You shook your head and disappointment showed in your face. Something dark gripped your heart. Self-hatred, anger, frustration, all pointed at yourself. How could you have let college get away from you so easily?

“We’re in that class too,” Akashi said nonchalantly, examining his cuticles before looking at you from underneath his lashes.

Kuroko looked over your shoulder and you watched his eye flick over the list in your hand before his long fingers pulled out a single book.

“This one has footnotes. It’s easier to understand,” he handed it to you with a bright smile curving his lips, though it never quite reached his eyes.

You looked down at the item in your hands, and then up at the two of them. Suddenly you weren’t scared of them, instead you just felt relief. This made your job just a bit easier.

“I know,” Akashi said slowly, as if he were testing the words on his tongue. “Why don’t you join our study group?”

Gratitude, sheer gratitude, flooded your system and tears threatened to break through your resolve once again. Kuroko grinned wider and this time a spark lit within his dimmed pupils.

“I think that’s the perfect solution Seijuro,” there was a lilt of mischief in his voice that you didn’t pick up.

You were too stuck on trying not to cry as that feeling of overwhelming relief broke away your stress. Your hands shook a bit but all you could do was bow your head.

“Thank you, I don’t know how to repay you,” you murmured.

“Bring some cookies,” Kuroko chirped.

“Play me in shogi again,” Akashi said.

You laughed, it was watery and weak, but it was real. Tension melted away from your body and you nodded in agreement to their terms.

---

It had gone so smoothly, and Akashi leaned back in the chair at the fast-food restaurant with a confident, near arrogant, smirk dancing across his lips. He knew it would happen, but he didn’t realize how effortlessly you would mold to their whims. He watched with affectionately narrowed eyes as you and Tetsuya ordered a second set of drinks at the counter.

You shook your head at something and threw your head back to laugh. It showed off the line of your beautifully curved throat and Akashi’s mouth watered. He wanted to bite your flesh, mark it, bruise it, draw just a bead of blood, and let the world know you were owned.

He turned his attention back to the books and papers spread out on the small table in front of him. He couldn’t let himself lose control in public. He shifted in his seat, hoping the half chub growing in his pants would go down as his eyes began to scan over the study plans, he’d made for you. He and Kuroko were both fine, knew the material down pat, but it was easy enough to act like they needed to study.

The sound of feet squeaking over tile had his attention snapping up to find the two of you walking back. Kuroko held two drinks and you were sucking on a straw that was in a milkshake topped high with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. Your eyes were glowing as you smiled at Seijuro around the plastic between your lips. He met your positivity as best as he could.

There was something about the innocence you held so easily in your expression when you looked at him. He felt things he shouldn’t creep along the back of his neck, whispered words he should never think brushed through his mind. But Akashi didn’t push them away. He didn’t ignore them like a sane person would. Instead, he embraced them. He embraced the fact that every fiber in his being wanted to keep you caged, safe, and where he and Tetsuya could have you at their fingertips whenever they wanted.

“We got you something,” Kuroko said, pressing a coke into Akashi’s palm with a meaningful look.

That quiet stare said Seijuro’s intentions were shining through, and he needed to get a handle on himself. He shot his partner a secretive smile and took a sip from his drink to try and get his wandering mind under control.

“Alright, are we ready to start again?” Tetsuya asked with excitement threading through his bland tone as he sat down.

You nodded, finally taking one last sip of your milkshake and setting it aside. The rest of the session went well, just like the other two had before that. Slowly the three of you had moved away from meeting up at the school to meeting up at a public place outside of it. And even more slowly, Akashi was setting up the board to box you in, steal your territory until you had no hope but to bend to his and Tesuya’s will.

As you packed up, a smile of relief curved your lips, and a sigh left you so strongly that your entire body seemed to melt with it.

“I don’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for you two, you know?” you said jovially, as you swung your shoulder bag over your neck and fixed the protective pad into place.

“It’s no trouble for us, really,” Kuroko said, brushing off the gratitude without a thought. “We’d be studying anyway.”

Akashi knew it was a down and out lie, but he hid his smile by taking the straw from his Coke into his mouth and picking up his bag. Kuroko shifted until his backpack sat correctly and the three of you walked out of the restaurant together.

“We just have time for one more meet up before the test,” you said.

“Do you feel prepared?” Seijuro asked.

You shook your head, “I’m not sure I ever will feel confident, but I think I’m as close to it as possible. This last session will just be making sure I have everything locked tight away in there.”

You knocked your knuckles against your skull. Tetsuya shared a look with Akashi, one the red head had seen often but wasn’t quite sure where his boyfriend was going with it this time.

“Let’s do the last session at our place,” Kuroko motioned between him and Seijuro.

Akashi smiled easily. Sometimes Kuroko’s calculating side even surprised him. But he knew ultimately how dark the corners of Tetsuya’s mind could get. Especially when he wanted something, and he could see it in those blue eyes, Kuroko wanted you.

Akashi wasn’t sure if it was as bad as he did, but it didn’t matter, they were both on the same page, which meant they would work in perfect tandem. Just like they could on the court. They were a team that could put everyone else to shame. Akashi would always take advantage of that; he loved having the upper hand.

“You sure?” you asked, blinking up at the two of them as you finished slurping down your milkshake.

Akashi nodded in agreement, “Of course, it’ll make it so we can study longer.”

You fell silent for a moment, your brow furrowed in that way he recognized during shogi matches when there was several moves you could make, and you had to think things over. Finally, though you met both of their eyes and nodded confidently.

As they dropped you off at the bus stop, Akashi watched you leave with narrowed eyes and Koroko waved you away with his signature emotionless face.

“I like her,” Tetsuya said, finally turning to his boyfriend.

“I can tell,” Akashi scoffed.

“Don’t act like you don’t feel the same,” Kuroko sighed as they began to walk in the opposite direction than where your bus had gone.

“I never said I don’t feel the same. But it’s not just that I like her,” Akashi said slowly, carefully. “It’s that I want her. I’m tired of waiting. We should show her how perfect it can be, with the three of us together.”

Tetsuya glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but slowly a small smile perked the corners of his lips.

“I think you’re right,” he finally agreed, his fingers worming their way between Seijuro’s despite the red head’s dislike for public displays of affection.

Still Akashi didn’t drop his hand, instead he silently squeezed the smaller man’s palm. This would make everything better; you were the cornerstone they needed.

“So, you’re ready then?” Akashi asked.

“You’re being unusually worried about my feelings on this matter,” Tetsuya said.

Seijuro rolled his eyes, “This is something that will change the whole dynamic.”

“Only for the better,” Kuroko whispered, his words carrying the weight of a promise. “I swear nothing, but good things will happen from this.”

Akashi felt a flare of nerves, something foreign to him. He’d seen all the possible outcomes to this. Still, this was so different, they’d never crossed the threshold of bringing another into their relationship. It had always been just them when they were together. Yet, he knew you’d be perfect. You were perfect. Just like Tetsuya was, with the two of you together he would have everything he needed. The both of them would have everything to complete their bond.

Akashi trusted Kuroko’s blind faith in what would happen. Tetsuya had never steered him wrong before.

---

Akashi’s flat was large and beautiful. It didn’t surprise you, though, considering both him and Tetsuya were in America on a scholarship. However, you had learned from Akashi himself the more you spent time with them, that his family was well off even back in his home country.

Tetsuya stayed with him on occasion but there was no inclination they actually lived together full time. The common space was large and open, not even the kitchen was walled off by anything more than the island that served as a table. There were a few aesthetics from Japan but not much. Most of it was art, a shogi board, and a couple sitting pillows around a lowered table where the game sat.

You stood still in the entry way, uncertain if you were supposed to take off your shoes. But when your eyes fell on the shoe rack and then noticed Akashi toeing his sneakers off you got your answer. You were too focused on unlacing your ankle boots to notice both boys give you an approving look.

When you stood up straight, Akashi was already moving into the house and Tetsuya was holding out his hand to you. His face was emotionless even though he had his head cocked curiously to the side. You smiled, comforted by his familiar actions and slipped your hand lightly into his. He gripped you gently and led you over the threshold.

What you noticed strangely was that he didn’t let go of you once the two of you were inside. Neither he nor Akashi addressed it either. They acted instead like it was completely normal.

Your stomach fluttered with embarrassment and your eyes skipped away from them. You felt like Kuroko holding your hand meant something more than just leading you inside, offering your comfort, or even simple flirting. You felt an excited tension in the air you couldn’t name, though you were certain you were just imagining it. At least that was what you convinced yourself.

You pushed your anxieties away, instead forcing yourself to enjoy your time with the two of them even though you were all there to study. All of you took a stool around the island with glasses filled with water as you prepared to tackle the books once again.

It was an easy study session. You knew most of the material already, like you said last time, it really was just about making sure you had it all memorized. Once making sure it was easily at the tips of your fingers, Akashi and you found yourselves around the shogi table playing a game while Kuroko made lunch. It was strange having someone else wait on you, bring you something to drink, make you food, and make sure you were entertained, when that was what you were used to doing.  It was strange but you didn’t dislike it. In fact, you wanted to relish in it.

As the quiet click of shogi tiles hitting the board filled the living room, the sound of something else slowly began to take over. Something from the outside that reminded you of an awful lot of shogi games. Your eyes dragged over to the window just a few feet down the wall. Water rolled outside the glass, it was small drops at first, but within just a minute of you watching it the trails turned fat and the rain became violent. You’d be soaked as soon as you stepped outside.

Your face fell, you could feel the sensation start in your expression and swoop all the way to your chest and then through to your toes. You hadn’t brought an umbrella. Everything in you knew you would be shivering and sopping wet by the time you got home. You didn’t even have anything more than a thin sweatshirt to keep you warm.

Your wide eyes turned to Akashi who was looking calmly at the window. The time you were supposed to leave was ticking closer. You only had an hour.

“Stay here until it stops, maybe it’s a quick passing storm,” Tetsuya said as he placed some late lunch down at the table and Akashi moved the shogi board carefully to the side.

Not a single piece slid out of place, and it reminded you that Seijuro was careful with everything he did in life. He planned everything out. So, this sudden change in weather and you uprooting the rest of his day must have been upsetting him despite him not showing it.

“I’ll leave soon,” you said quickly, starting to make a grab for your bag. “I should leave before it gets worse.”

Akashi turned to look at you, his eyes narrowed, his voice stern when he spoke, “You should stay. At least eat lunch, we will how things look after.”

Your spine stiffened under his intimidating stare, but everything inside you screamed to agree. You wanted nothing more than to please him, to soften his gaze.

“Okay,” you murmured.

A small smile broke out on his face, “Good, Bunny.”

The two words were barely a whisper, but you weren’t far away from him. With no more sound than the muffled torrent outside, there was no way you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. You blinked at him blankly, even though your stomach shivered with an excitement you couldn’t place. A mild embarrassment tried to take over you, but you refused to let it. There was no reason for you to be affected so much, right?

Instead, you forced yourself to turn your attention to Kuroko, whose face was unusually soft, slightly excited, and a smile tweaked his lips, an expression you realized he only showed to those he trusted. An expression you’d seen before. His gaze was on both you and his boyfriend and though part of you was unnerved by both their attentions focused on you, it was wiped away by the fluttering happiness you felt at being under their stares. You shouldn’t crave their affections so much, but with both their expressions so warm, you couldn’t help it.

Slowly, without feeling so much shame and guilt, the three of you worked your way through your lunch. It was a warm soup, something that filled your stomach on the cold day. It caused your lids to lower and a comfortable drowsiness to take over. Your mind slowly fogged and eventually Tetsuya seemed to notice.

“You look like you need a nap,” he murmured as he leaned near you to scoop up the empty bowl.

You blinked up at them and shook your head, “No, I-I’m okay.”

Even to your biased ears though, your words sounded unconvincing stuttered by a large yawn.

Akashi scoffed, “Don’t lie to us, Rabbit.”

Once again, the use of the Bunny and rabbit to describe you. You turned your attention to the redhead, but you didn’t hate the nicknames. In fact, there was a part of you, not as hidden or pushed away into the dark corners of your mind as it should be, that squirmed with pleasure as he said those names and looked at you like a wolf that would devour you whole. You wanted to be that scared little Bunny for him, you wanted to be a fluffy little creature on Kuroko’s lap as he spoiled you and brushed your hair. But you were nothing but a study buddy for them.

You nervously ducked your head until finally you heard Akashi clear his throat and Kuroko chuckle from behind you. Butterflies fluttered around your stomach, erupted through your chest, and you felt like you couldn’t swallow for a moment. You were too distracted from the way heat was scorching through your body and you were desperately trying to keep your gaze focused on your lap.

It didn’t matter though, you wanted to please them, it was such a natural instinct. You couldn’t fight it, and as you felt the heavy weight of both their stares continue expectantly, you finally lifted your eyes.

“Do you need to sleep?” Akashi asked, pressing the issue Tetsuya had brought up.

His red eyes narrowed, and lips thinned, you knew there was no way out of this. You didn’t understand the situation, but you knew they were laying down something. They were both in on a plan that you had no idea what even the basic outline was. The bricks of it were surrounding you and you felt nerves trickle through your veins, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

It felt like you were surrounded by hungry and slobbering wolves just waiting for you to break into a run so they could chase you down and devour you. And why did that imagery cause your thighs to squeeze together?

“Yeah,” you croaked, before clearing your throat with a firm nod. “Yeah, I do. Or I at least need to lay down for a bit if you two don’t mind.”

Your gaze cut to the side.

“We have just the spot for you,” Kuroko said, a tiny lilt lifting his usually deadpan voice.

You blinked up at them in surprise, but Seijuro was already standing, holding out his hand to you with a look of passive impatience on his face. Right… right, this was Akashi, you needed to acquiesce to his needs, his desires, or else that switch you’d seen on the courts might flip.

“I don’t just let anyone touch me you know,” he murmured, and you wondered if you supposed to hear it.

He’d spoken so quietly and not once glanced at you after as he led you down the hall, hand-in-hand, that you assumed he was just saying it to himself. Though the thought you’d been gifted something special like physical contact by Akashi was enough to cause your breath to catch. You didn’t realize that wasn’t a common thing for him.

Neither of them talked as they led you to a door. It was across from an open room which looked like the main bedroom of the apartment. You glanced over your shoulder through the doorway at the room that was obviously shared between the two of them.

Soon enough though your attention was drawn back to the closed door in front of you as you heard the click of the doorknob turn. Akashi was stepping through the entry way, and from what you could tell it was just another bedroom. It seemed unused for the most part and with gentle coaxing from Tetsuya’s hands at your back you stepped through the doorway.

The room was not as normal as you first thought. In the corner was a tall cage, dropping from the ceiling and going all the way to the floor. There was gauzy pink fabric laced through the top parts of the bar woven with fairy lights that were colored by the gauze. Inside the cage was a floor futon inside something that reminded you of a bright pink dog kennel, piled high with squishy looking pillows and stuffed animals, almost able to hide the chains and collar.

Your footsteps stopped and your heartbeat sped up. Were you supposed to ignore it? Was this something the two of them were into? You swallowed hard. How did you react to this?

The sound of the door snapping closed behind you caused your head to swipe towards the movement. Kuroko was locking it tightly in place. Panic gripped you and your eyes skipped to the knob, noticing that you would need a key to unlock it. Fear, but… you shouldn’t be afraid of them, right? Yet… they had no reason to lock that door. There was no way to talk yourself out of this. There was no way to defend them.

“Actually, I don’t think… I think I’m just going to go,” you said, taking a step back, towards that firmly locked door. You looked in front of you, with the desperate need to know where Akashi was and realized the red head wasn’t there.

“Now, now, we went through all this trouble to set this up for you, Little Rabbit,” he said, his words being spoken just inches away from your neck.

You could feel his breath roll across your skin and you shivered. Before you could turn, he gave you a hard shove toward the open door of the massive cage and you toppled onto the bed. You huffed out a groan as you felt a warm heavy weight press into your back, coupled by the sharp pressure of something cool and thin against your fragile throat.

You swallowed and felt the prick of a blade. That was the distinct coldness against your throat. You shouldn’t be turned on, you shouldn’t feel your stomach warm, and your thighs press needily together. Warm wetness dripped from your cunt, and you hated that you felt this way. Yet, you couldn’t deny that the dangerous weapon controlling you while the heat of the body against your back was a wonderful contrast.

“Hm?” Akashi’s sinful voice sounds from behind the two of you. “That’s interesting, she’s squirming, but almost like… do you enjoy feeling so helpless, Little Rabbit?”

Tetsuya chuckled lowly, a sound you never thought you’d ever hear from him. It was vicious, so dangerous, teetering on the edge of insanity. You felt the point of the knife spin against your flesh, taunting you. That light prick, the soft pressure warned you what a precarious position you were in. These two men wanted something from you, and your mind could easily fill in the blanks now that your desire to defend them had been brushed away.

It was easy to tell their plans for you were anything but innocent. You just didn’t know quite how dark things would get. And you hated yourself because despite all the unknowns making your stomach knot there was another sensation growing stronger by the minute. The fear mixed terribly with your growing arousal, making heat flush through you and your head grew light, floating away from all rationality.

You swallowed carefully, feeling the knife dig in just a bit more as your throat bobbed. Your fingers dug into the plush blanket beneath you as you felt him drag the flat of the cold steel down your neck to your clavicle. Kuroko’s nose pressed against the base of your neck, and he inhaled.

There was the sound of heavy, calculated footsteps and the jingling of metal from somewhere nearby. You felt a cool touch on your ankles. Cold skin touching the flushed heat of your body, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to welcome it as a grounding sensation or jerk your ankle away. The knife shifted onto its edge just between your breasts and you whimpered.

You felt a light weight and thick material encompass your ankle. That gentle tinkling happened again and then whatever that material was, tightened. Fuck they were cuffing you. You moaned softly before biting it back.

“Such a lovely voice,” Kuroko crooned, his normally placid tone turning sharp just like the blade in his hand.   “Move Tetsuya,” Seijuro said from beside you this time.

You wanted to turn your head. You wanted to see why he was beside you, but you couldn’t. Both your feet now felt heavy and trapped. Yet, there was still the tinkle of metal from where Akashi was. You felt Kuroko shift to the other side of you, but that knife only moved to press lightly and directly under your jaw.

You wanted to swallow, wanted to push back against the chilling feeling of the blade just barely digging into your fragile skin. Instead, you stayed frozen.

Suddenly you were being lifted to your knees and your wide eyes could see Akashi kneeling in front of you. He held a beautiful leather collar, baby pink and butter soft. The buckle had a lock on it, which he held the delicate key to in his hand as he moved around Kuroko’s wrist and carefully slid the fur-lined collar around your neck.

“Perfect,” he smiled, but it was a mixture of affectionate and cruelty as he closed the buckle and locked it close. “The perfect pet.”

His eyes finally met yours and you knew from the way he looked at you, he wouldn’t hurt you, as long as you did what he wanted. As long as you listened to both of them.

Kuroko’s finger traced the line of the leather around the back of your neck, and you shivered, forcing down a whine. Feeling both their attention so heavy and hot on you was enough to override the terror and now all you felt was a squirming desire to be taken. Your mouth watered and your eyes turned glossy, Akashi’s smile sharpened.

“She’s ready,” he said.

That feral lust inside you leapt at the thought that maybe they’d both would give you what you needed, at the same time. Yet, your hopes were immediately dashed as Akashi stepped away. You twisted for a moment, struggling against the chains holding you captive.

A small sting smarted at the spot where the knife was and Kuroko’s voice purred in your ear, “Ah, ah, only when we say so.”

You knew he’d nicked you. It should have made you terrified again, it should have cooled the lust licking at your veins, but it didn’t. Instead, it just fed the flames. They burned harder, ate away at your sanity and begged for more. The tiny amount of pain from that small cut did nothing but make you aware how much you wanted these men. You weren’t sure when it happened. When it grew beyond admiring from afar to this dark sin you didn’t acknowledge until you were quite literally caged in their room. But it was now something you couldn’t escape. You were just as twisted as them.

When they both left you with nothing more than a couple of pets and a chaste kiss on your forehead from Tetsuya, you felt they were stomping on your heart. That they were pouring cold water over your head. They were leaving you. Immediately you stood to follow them, but the chains rattled noisily just within a few steps. You swallowed and the lust disappeared, the realization you were truly captive dawned on you.

“Stay here, be good,” Seijuro said from the other side of the bars as he locked the cage closed. “You won’t want for anything while you’re here with us.”

You didn’t deny that everything he said wasn’t a lie, that he meant every single word. You wouldn’t need anything, they would fulfill your desires, your needs, and possibly give you things you’d never known you wanted. From the way both their eyes dragged over your form before they left, you knew they wouldn’t leave you alone for long.

You turned on the spot, your eyes roving the space they’d created for you once again. The futon looked so soft despite the fact it was stuffed into an even smaller cage, you hadn’t been able to truly appreciate it before and when you crawled into it you luxuriated in the way it cradled you. How the blankets in it were both fluffy and silky, and how you had more plump pillows and stuffed animals than you could ever want or need. The pillows and plushies actually spilled out the small door onto the floor.

You pulled out a lamb that fit perfectly in your arms and before you knew it the weights around your neck and ankles no longer felt strange and uncomfortable. Instead, they easily became soothing and welcoming, they made you feel something you never knew you needed, you felt owned.

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“She’s perfect, you were right,” Tetsuya sighed, nearly melting into the chair of the living room.

“I’m always right,” Akashi responded with an arrogant smile.

“What should we make her for dinner?” Kuroko asked, his placid façade back.

“You want to celebrate, don’t you?” Seijuro frowned.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to Sei,” the smaller of the two said, a spark of mischief glowing dimly in his blue eyes.

It was so hard for most people to see emotions in Kuroko unless he let them. But Akashi had known him long enough, soon you would too. Akashi was certain there would come a time where you would be like this with the two of them. Where all three of you could be in the same room, you could stay unchained if you wanted, though maybe he’d keep that collar on you, you looked good in pink.

Days passed, just a few but Akashi was certain it felt like weeks to you from the way you kept asking about school, about when you’d be let out. You promised you wouldn’t run away, he scoffed when you said that. You had no reason to, you were fed, clean, didn’t have to worry about paying rent or doing homework or studying for tests, you didn’t have to worry about socializing beyond with them. You lived without stress and instead were pampered.

Kuroko made sure you were well fed, and he made your favorites regularly, Akashi bathed you and brushed your hair, and just as you’d stopped asking to leave the cage, just as you’d started to adjust was when things changed. Akashi had planned it that way though. He wanted to keep you on your toes, just like with shogi.

The two of them walked into your room and Kuroko produced the key with a flourish. They didn’t hold anything beyond a bottle of water, and you looked up from your coloring book with a curious head tilt.

“Hi!” you squeaked. “Why… what’s going on?”

Kuroko snorted out a quiet laugh from beside Seijuro. Akashi however, rolled his eyes, you were still a little shy. However, after today’s experiment, perhaps you would open up more. If not then, it would only take a little more time, they would make sure of that.

“Don’t be so shy, Bunny, we aren’t going to eat you,” Tetsuya teased, his darker side coming out to play. “Well, not if you don’t want us to. I’m sure you taste delicious, though.”

His gaze raked over you and even Akashi knew how invasive it felt to be under that lustful stare. Though Kuroko tended to submit to Seijuro, that didn’t mean he didn’t crave his boyfriend. And when Tetsuya desired someone, he made it known.

The room was heavy, thick, the air so humid with sin it was hard to breathe. From the way your breasts jumped with your heaving breaths, Tetsuya could tell you felt it too. Neither of them had to say anything, just the way they stared, the way they moved into the larger cage and circled around you, made you instinctually aware of how vulnerable you were to their wants and needs.

Yet, from the way you didn’t move more than to your knees, the way you tilted your chin up to expose your delicate throat despite the knife Kuroko had held to it just a few days ago, and the way your eyes softened, Tetsuya knew you wanted this just as much as they did. His fingers twitched at his side, hungry to touch you, to explore your soft curves.

Something was exchanged between the two of them. Akashi caught Tetsuya’s eye and he watched the movement of his boyfriend’s hand as he motioned silently to you and nodded once. You stared, unwilling to ask the question that likely lingered upon your tongue.

“You sure?” Kuroko asked.

“You’re always gentler than I am,” Seijuro smiled, though there was a tinge of bitterness in his red eyes.

Your attention bounced between them. There was a slight frenetic energy in the way your fingers twisted around each other, but that was the only sign you were truly nervous. Seijuro wasn’t sure if you were just ignorant or brave. Did you trust them? You shouldn’t, though they would never intentionally hurt you, their motives were far from pure.

Tetsuya turned to you and crouched onto your level. You looked so small, so soft, and he wanted to grip your thick thighs and plush breasts. He wanted to bury himself in your cunt, in your scent, and surround himself in your flesh.

“Will you watch?” he asked without looking over his shoulder.

“Of course,” Akashi responded, and your eyes darted over Kuroko’s back to watch the other man sit down. “Focus on Tetsuya.”

His words guided you to look back at the blue haired man in front of you and forced you to wait. At first, he just stared at you, taking your breath away with the intensity of the emotions he so often held back. His hands lifted then, touched your jaw, gently thumbed the small scab that was the result of his blade, and he smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry things went so far. I got a bit excited last time,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips. “I promise to take things slower this time.”

You nodded, unsure of what you were agreeing to, but you knew you wanted to put him at ease, “Of course. I trust you.”

Did you? Did you really trust him? Tetsuya searched your features for a moment, looking for a lie laying beyond. He found none, so he praised you with a kiss. It was chaste at first, testing the waters. Yet when you didn’t pull away, when you didn’t fight, he pressed his tongue forward to trace the seam of your lips. You opened your mouth on a moan and he eagerly took advantage to taste you.

Strawberries, you’d been eating some sort of candy that tasted specifically like artificial, too sweet strawberries. It fit you. You were sugary, luscious, a fruit waiting to be picked. Waiting to be sampled by him. His tongue swept forward in long hungry licks. You felt like he was claiming you even more than the chains and collar had. You felt like he was taking over every part of you.

Not just your tongue, not just your mouth, but your teeth, your breath, he stole every word you could possibly speak or any sound you could make. He took your thoughts like they were nothing but wisps of air for him to inhale. You were nothing right now, but an object created for him. You were his pet, and he would split you open and show you just who you belonged to.

The sound of Akashi relaxing against the chair behind him pushed Kuroko to tilt your head when he placed his palm firmly around your skull. He encouraged you to open wider for him, to give him more. Every shiver that escaped you he claimed with a curve of his lips. He pressed closer until you were leaning back, until eventually you were laying down and he was balanced on his forearms above you.

He finally broke away from you and the way you looked at him, the way your chest heaved with shallow breaths and your breasts brushed against his shirt, had his hips grinding against your thigh. His knee found purchase between your legs so he could roll the length of his leg along your cunt, watching your eyes roll and your hands grasp for an anchor. He became that safety in the storm that was growing inside you. You held onto him for dear life, and he watched as your lids fluttered in a desperate attempt to stay open.

“Give in,” he breathed, his voice a raspy growl because, goddamn, you were beautiful.

You shook your head, “I want…”

You swallowed heavily; he could see the bob of your throat as it worked around words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. Your eyes met his defiantly, though your lids were half closed and heavy, you refused to do as he said. He smirked and tilted his head, intrigued by your sudden desire to fight him on this.

“What do you want?” Kuroko pushed.

You gulped again and he watched as your strung-out mind searched for the answer he was looking for. He watched you struggle for a bit. There was a part of him that enjoyed watching you want to please him, he bet Akashi liked it even more. The sadist.

“I want more,” you finally answered. “I need you.”

Did you even know what you really wanted? Tetsuya felt like he knew what you needed more than you did. He could see it in your fluttering gaze and parted lips. You wanted to feel more, you wanted to know who you belonged to. You wanted to be owned even more than you already were.

“You need this,” he corrected and sank his teeth into the thick muscle on the side of your neck.

At first you stiffened under him, whimpered, before going lax and moaning. It all happened within a handful of seconds, and it was enough to make his mouth water. When Kuroko was certain there was a strong set of teeth imprints on your flesh, he moved lower, lapping over the stinging skin before dropping to the lingerie you now wore all the time.

You’d been gifted a lacey pink and white baby doll for the first bath. It was Tetsuya’s preference. The one you wore now, with black and red trim was Akashi’s. You never wore anything different unless you got cold, then often you had a set of knee-high socks and a robe of some sort. But always a set of lingerie underneath. Therefore, their collection had grown exponentially.

You looked beautiful underneath him, wrapped up in sinful colors with a lustful sheen to your eyes. He dropped to the swells of your breasts and sucked a dark mark into each of them, something that would turn into a bruise, something that would blossom into another sign of ownership. Those too were surrounded by his teeth prints, like macabre rose petals painted on your skin.

Seijuro shifted behind Kuroko and though he didn’t say anything, Tetsuya could sense his impatience. There was a reason, Akashi had told him to go first. Though he could exercise patience, especially when he wanted to and when he won something out of it, with you in front of him, his foreplay would be far less gentle than Kuroko’s.

Tetsuya scraped his teeth down your sternum as he opened the lacings in the front of this particular baby doll. It made for easy removal. The fragile cloth fell away, opening up and sliding down to bare you to him, catching around your shoulders.

“Look at that,” Kuroko drew in a sharp breath, shooting you a look under his lashes. “Such a perfect picture, all splayed out for me.”

Akashi clicked his tongue.

“Ah, sorry Seijuro, us. For us,” Kuroko smiled mischievously above you.

He was doing this on purpose, dancing along the line of pressing Akashi too much and not enough. He wanted to see if his boyfriend would break, would he eventually drop his own rule and join them when he couldn’t take it anymore? Kuroko wanted to see that. Some petty part of him, dark and hidden away, wanted to see Akashi shatter because he never did. Seijuro was constantly composed.

Even now, when Tetsuya looked over his shoulder, he saw the aching erection in Akashi’s pants, something that the other man resolutely ignored. Instead, his chin balanced on the knuckles of his hand as he observed you and Kuroko intently, refusing to miss a single second.

Tetsuya turned back to you when you wriggled under him, impatience beginning to take over your sounds and slowly a slight, yet persistent whine began to crawl up your throat. He chuckled and leaned back to land a sharp smack on the top of your thigh. You squeaked and instantly fell silent.

“Remember, I know what you need,” he growled.

Akashi hummed his approval, and he watched as Kuroko nearly basked in the small sound. It was interesting because Tetsuya never let himself go like this with anyone but him. A small part of Seijuro was jealous, just for a moment, before he remembered both of you belonged to him.

His fingernails dug into the arms of the chair, into the flesh of his palm, as Kuroko leaned over you and dragged the pads of his fingers up your thighs until he could press them back. Your knees touched your chest and exposed your always uncovered pussy to the air. You shivered and your legs naturally fought back against Tetsuya’s hold, until his palm cracked against your ass.

“Stop squirming,” he hissed.

All that softness that he’d shown earlier had disappeared like smoke in the wind. Now it was harsh, madness unprotected by the fluff of affection. You shuddered under the heat of his strike and nodded, your eyes glistened with tears at the corners and yet that crazed excitement that drove Tetsuya in these times caused him to bounce back with a smile.

“Good,” he purred, rolling a wet tongue over the sting of his handprint. “I just want you to let me take care of you.”

People always assumed Akashi was the most unhinged of the two of them. Yet, when Tetsuya truly let go, Seijuro almost wondered if he was worse. Was it all the holding back? Did it just drive him to the brink every time, making him almost lose his mind once he finally acted like he wanted to?

At his words Akashi saw you relax under Tetsuya. Every desire to fight left you. It’s like you turned to a melted puddle of putty. Still moldable, still handleable, but so much more accepting and welcoming of the touch that wanted you to listen. Tetsuya sighed into the crook of your knee as he placed your ankle of his shoulder.

His movements turned to lax and lazy, and he dragged his wide hands over your curves. He relished the sensation of your plush and soft skin. His eyes focused on yours, devouring the way you couldn’t quite meet his stare but wouldn’t look away completely either. You were stuck somewhere in limbo, glancing occasionally at his eyes, his lips, and the bob of his throat.

He ducked his head, licking his lower lip as his palm dragged up, only stopping long enough to heft the weight of your breast in it and then thumb your nipple. Then it slipped along your sternum until he gently wrapped it around the soft part of your neck, just under your jaw, and used a small amount of pressure to force you to tilt your mouth up to meet his.

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Yet, Tetsuya stopped just half an inch short of pressing your lips together. He stopped and hovered above you, letting your breath mingle, letting his eyes get lost in yours, and letting this strange intimacy build until it felt like you were drowning in the weight of it. It was strange. The passion in the breadth of a minute was headier than the kiss just moments before. Was it the waiting? Was it the yearning? You couldn’t reach out though. You wouldn’t. You knew better than to ask. You wanted to wait like this and let the desire build just as much as he did.

You swallowed and Akashi cleared his throat once more, and finally with a smirk quirking his lips again, Kuroko kissed you. You moaned, loud and unabashed into it. Your voice was so strong that it broke past the barrier of your fused mouths. Tetsuya couldn’t swallow it all and that made his movements all the more eager. His hand left your neck, his tongue slipped past your teeth, and his fingers trailed to right above your clit’s hood.

Your hips bucked slightly of their own accord. You whined desperately, fingernails finding his shoulder blades and scrabbling to find purchase and an anchor within his flesh. He hissed and pressed further into you until you were certain your joints would pop and maybe your bones would break. However, if this was how you would crack, if this was how you would die, smothered by love no matter how twisted and dark it was, you were happy for it to happen.

Finally, his touch gave you what you needed. It circled your swollen nub experimentally, searching for the pressure, the stimulation that would have you squirming and screaming and so out of your mind not even his words of reprimand could control you. Not even Akashi would be able to control you.

It wasn’t hard for him to find it either, it seemed like within seconds he was pulling breathless words from you, “Oh god, oh Tetsu. Please more, there, don’t stop.”

It all ran together and was barely coherent, he’s pulled back to watch you through his beautifully thick eyelashes. It was perfection to feel the weight of his gaze. But you wanted, no you needed more. You looked to the side, to where Seijuro sat and one of those hands that was grasping at Kuroko reached out to him. It begged for his attention.

“Akashi,” you whispered, still too scared to say his first name out loud.

His eyes had never left the two of you, you had his attention. Yet, you wanted more, you were greedy right now. You wanted his touch, his kiss, and to feel his breath.

“Please,” you murmured hoarsely.

It was barely loud enough for him to hear, but with the only sound your labored gasps and the clicking of your slick as Kuroko worked over your clit, Seijuro tilted his head curiously. You knew he’d heard you just fine. He smirked.

“Not yet, Rabbit,” he responded.

You shivered as he used that name, as his gravelly voice stroked over your heated skin. Goosebumps rippled over your flesh, and you cried out as you came. It wasn’t too hard, but you knew with the sensitivity it brought it would only be a matter of time before you were orgasming again and again, and harder and harder.

Kuroko grinned, “Isn’t he mean?”

He burrowed his lips into your neck again, only to trail down your skin to different places leaving kisses in his wake. A trail of heat and cooling saliva caused more bumps to jump to the surface only this time on your ribs where he lovingly placed nips and tiny kitten licks.

You could feel it all in hyper definition. It was too much, your nerves burned, they sparked with lightning, too much sensation bounced between your skin and muscle fibers, and you just needed it to stop for a moment. Your hips shifted away from his seeking fingers, still plucking at your clit. Yet Tetsuya didn’t relent. He wanted to hear you moan and scream more.

“Tetsu,” you breathed harshly, your fingers curled into your palm, and you pushed your closed fists against his chest.

You wedged your hands in against his broad body and insistently pressed against his hard muscles. You needed a moment; your mind and body were frying. You felt like you were catching fire, your lungs couldn’t bring in enough oxygen and there was a prickling sensation in them.

“Tetsu!” you cried insistently.

Akashi growled, “Listen to her, Tetsuya.”

Kuroko sighed and pulled back, and though he was obviously against giving you a break, concern etched between his brows as he observed your distressed features. There was a moment where a hiccupping sob tried to tumble past your trembling lips. It tried to rip another cry from you, but Tetsuya kissed your temple, lingered there and you could feel him inhaling your scent.

“Sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “I got carried away.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. Just… too much. Want it inside instead.”

He pulled back, considered your face again, looked over at your lone observer and then looked at you again, “Yeah?”

You nodded firmly, blinking away the sting of tears. He murmured his affection, kissed down your soft stomach and then ended at your sticky cunt. He spread your lips and you once again tried to close your thighs around his head, so aware of the two pairs of eyes on you. Kuroko didn’t let you though, instead he spread you wider, lifted your hips off the ground and lapped over your twitching hole without a warning.

You sucked in a sharp breath, it was almost too cold for your lungs, you were worried you’d start coughing. Yet, his tongue was slipping inside your clenching walls soon enough, stealing any oxygen from your chest that might have caused a problem. Instead, your back arched, lifting your hips further towards his mouth and you cried out in approval as your hand immediately fisted in his blue hair.

It was so warm, so slick, his spit only adding to the mess you’d made of yourself. A frothy mixture of his fluids and yours covered your labia, covered his lips and chin, and Tetsuya only seemed too eager to lap it up. His tongue curled inside you, probing and searching for any spot he could reach that would make your eyes cross. He was too good at this. Your toes curled in pleasure, and you tugged at his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to your skin, smothering him in your scent and between your thighs. Kuroko would happily die here though.

Sparks shifted behind your closed eyelids, that tension in your body snapped and you ground down against his tongue. Gasps shuddered from your chest, pulled by his talented mouth and you finally, finally felt everything drifting away from you. All your worries, at least for that moment, right after the peak of your climax.

Soon your walls had opened again and stopped convulsing with tiny shocks of the vestiges of your orgasm. He could sense it too because right when you widened and relaxed a bit more he pulled back despite your whines and desperate manipulation of his head. He curled one arm around your thigh so he could hold you still, and then pushed his other set of fingers into you.

Two at once, filling you but then he added his slick tongue to your sensitive clit. Steady strokes, pressing intently until you were rolling your pelvis against his face, chasing that sensation more and more. Akashi chuckled and your tear coated eyes sought him out. His cock was so hard you could see the imprint through the bleary vision you currently had. It was thick and heavy, pressing insistently against his jeans. Yet he didn’t touch himself, he tilted his head, still carefully perched on his knuckles and narrowed his eyes at you in a strange mix of affection and approval. The way his attention sank into you like Tetsuya’s teeth had done just moments before, it pushed you closer to your next peak.

Then you looked down at the man between your legs, who had been watching the exchange with sparkling and observant eyes. You could feel the curl of his smirk against your pussy and knowing that both their stares were on you was all it took to have your muscles bunching too quickly, too soon. Everything grew sharp, near painful within your body, but then it snapped and pure pleasure washed over you. It was white hot and enough to suck your breath away.

Your entire body curled into the waves of your orgasm. You bucked against Tetsuya’s mouth and experienced fingers as they dragged more and more sensations from your body. Burning satisfaction filled you, and you screamed wordlessly with the feeling. Electricity shot up your spine, filled your mind, and when you closed your eyes, you could see the leftover static of it behind your lids.

He dragged more and more contractions from your walls until finally you thrashed and pulled away from his pliant hands. He let you go this time without a fight. Every look, every touch, was too much right now. You curled in upon yourself and shuddered into your aftershocks. Slow breaths filled your lungs and you looked dreamily at Kuroko as he leaned back and flicked opened his pants with practiced ease.

You watched through slitted eyes as he dragged his pants down his pale legs. Tone muscles and deep hip dips greeted but your gaze was greedily drawn to the slender yet long cock in front of you. The tip was flushed the palest pink and it was slathered with sticky precum, excitement caused it to pulse visibly under your observations. You couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips, swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth.

He manhandled you into position, shifting you until your pelvis was pressed up against his and the length of his dick could slip between your slick lined labia. Your breath hiccupped in your chest, and you whimpered.

“Oh,” you squeaked, unable to do more than mouth the rest of what you were going to say when Tetsuya caught your clit.

He huffed in response. His body tensing and his head falling back on his shoulders, and he relished the feeling of your heat for just a minute. The two of you were so close to being connected and you understood exactly how frustrating and yet soothing this was. The was drawing it out just a bit longer prepared you a little more for the actual act.

His length dragged over your sensitive skin again and again until you thought you were going to go crazy and finally, he dipped down and began to push inside.

“Fuck,” he hissed, something so uncharacteristically Kuroko.

Tetsuya didn’t curse much even when holding a knife to your throat. Now though… when he was splitting you apart and your tight hole was working to accommodate his length it made you shudder. His girth wasn’t massive, but it was enough to make your muscles seize and your thighs tense.

“Let me in, Bunny,” he breathed, his arms falling forward on either side of your head so that he was pinning your legs back up to your body with his chest.

He buried his nose in the crook of your knee, as if desperate to find something to anchor himself. You wondered if the soft skin of your leg and your scent did that for him. You spasmed when he pressed forward too fast, and a whine of discomfort left you which dipped into a low moan of appreciation once your body finally relaxed. Now your walls were wide open and welcoming for him, sucking him inside, hugging him tight and refusing to let go.

You pulled in a breath, shivering as he finally sank in balls deep and groaned when you fluttered around him. Your body approved, your soul approved, and you found yourself falling for these depraved men more. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps they knew what you needed more than you did.

Kuroko pressed butterfly kisses along the back of your knee and just at the start of your thigh, “It’s like you don’t want to let me go. Feels so good.”

He was nearly slurring his words; it was so unlike his usual self. For a moment it boosted your confidence, long enough that you reached out to card your fingers through his hair, affection in every single movement. He leaned into your touch with a sigh before pulling back so he could rock his hips.

He started slow, he rolled and hitched his hips in different ways. He was looking for more of those spots that caused you to gasp and moan and clench. You could tell he was concentrating on your reactions from the way his brow pinched and the way he did everything methodically. It reminded you of the look he got on the court.

Then you felt it, that sensation of his cockhead dragging wonderfully across the spongey spot inside you. It had you nearly choking on the sound that pushed out your throat. It was a strangled cry that dipped into a low groan.

His head tilted and eyebrow arched, then he very specifically imitated the same thrust. It caused flames to lick across your skin and your nails to sink into the sheets below you.

“Oh f-fuck!” you screamed. “There!”

He grinned, “As you wish.”

You should have known from that laughter that danced in his expression that you’d asked for your downfall, but you were too far gone. All you wanted was more of that toe curling pleasure that seemed to be eager to build.

Tetsuya lifted himself away from you a bit, just enough to have you whining but then he set a brutal pace, something that could only be described as being fucked. Something that made you forget about everything but the cock pistoning in and out of your poor sloppy cunt.

“Should have done this ages ago. Should have moved here just for this perfect pussy,” he breathed. “Akashi was right. You’ve been what we were missing.”

You wanted to answer him, you wanted to do more than just gasp and moan or even scream him praises. You wanted to say you were missing them too. That this was what you needed too. He was right, they were right, they knew exactly what you wanted. It was them.

You couldn’t though, you were a slave to the burning sensations causing your cunt to froth and clench rhythmically around Kuroko’s cock. For a moment you had the sense of mind to turn your bleary eyes to Akashi once again. You could barely make him out, but you knew from what you could see, he had not moved. His chest was heaving just a bit more, his pale cheeks just slightly flushed, but that’s all that had changed.

He didn’t speak, he didn’t draw attention to himself. Yet his presence was impossible to ignore. The heavy weight of his lustful gaze dragged over the both of you and when your back arced as Tetsuya pressed in at a particularly delicious angle, Seijuro let out the softest groan.

You answered back instantly. A guttural moan ripped from your chest, leaving your throat aching and lungs trembling. Your thighs twitched in Kuroko’s grasps right as the grip of your pussy snagged him tighter than ever before. You came with a high-pitched cry. Your body snapping into a sharp bow and your breath wringing from you.

“Oh god, oh god,” you whispered hoarsely in between grunts.

You humped as much as you could against Kuroko, chasing more of that delicious sparking sensation. That feeling that had you creaming nearly endlessly on his cock. Tetsuya shouted, curved over you and through your pleasure-narrowed eyes you saw his tendons tight against his skin and his skin blushed red. He bit his lip, fucked hard into you until his movements became sloppy and then pressed himself against you tight.

That’s when you felt his length thicken impossibly more, kicking within your walls as warm cum filled you to the brim. You shuddered, another small orgasm sinking its sharp teeth into your oversensitive body. You squeaked out a whine and twisted away from him only to be held still as Kuroko thrusted forward and back, pushing the last of his seed deep inside you.

“Mmmm, bred you good, didn’t I little Bunny?” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips.

His deep blue eyes were soft, sleepy, and completely different than how he had been looking at you before. All that existed in them now was satiated warmth, love, and the desire to rest.

“Don’t sleep yet,” Akashi said, and the sound of the chair cushion squeaking let you know that he had stood.

Your brain was too foggy to register much other than the need to have him fill you up as well, because his erection looked painful caught in his pant leg. He glared at you though when you weakly reached toward him.

“No,” he said firmly. “Once you two are a little more coherent, we’ll clean you up.”

There was no anger in his voice, just expectations to follow his demands. So, though your lip wobbled, you nodded.

Two days passed and eventually you were allowed out of the place you’d learned to call home. The cage was no longer the only space you were allowed to roam. Akashi and Kuroko permitted you out as long as they were home and oddly it felt welcoming, warm around them. It was comforting being surrounded by their presence in a domestic atmosphere.

You helped Tetsuya make dinner and Seijuro managed to convince you to play a short game of Shogi. You watched with fascination as his eyes lit up with every tile that was placed. Those moments made your new life seem more normal. Until night fell at least.

You were led to the bathroom where Akashi sat you down in front of the mirror. For someone who was so brusque and cold, he sure seemed to love to pamper you. With a brush in hand, he stood behind you and began to work the teeth between the strands of your hair.

Each stroke of his fingers over your head, every time his touch curved around the shell of your ear, had your eyelids drooping. Soon you were wobbling on the seat until eventually an exasperated sigh came from the man behind you and he gripped your jaw tightly.

“Stay awake,” he growled, forcing your gaze forward into the mirror.

His lips had dropped just beside your head causing his breath to rush over your sensitive skin. You shivered, goose bumps raised over your necks and throat. A sigh rushed from between your lips as your head rolled back, exposing your pulse to his mouth, surrendering.

He chuckled; it was so low it caused that shudder to roll over you again. It caused lust to sink into you, thick and hot like lava, but dark like molasses, trickling heavy through your veins. The feeling made you weighted, made you limp and pliable and you fell into his grasp so easily. His arms encircled you, propped you up on the chair you’d been sitting on as his lips dragged over your flesh openly. They were soft, like petals, something that surprised you.

“Akashi,” you breathed.

“Seijuro,” he corrected firmly. “It’s about time you started calling me that.”

He murmured into your skin. You felt the tip of his tongue against you as he talked. It was soft, warm, and wet. It made your entire body stiffen, your clit throb, and you whined. You couldn’t believe just a week ago or was it longer now, you had been afraid of what these two would do to you. Now you were giving yourself over willingly.

“You are so needy already. After getting fucked dumb by Tetsuya just a few days ago? Aren’t you a high maintenance one,” Akashi grinned against your neck.

You could hear the smirk in his voice just as much as you could feel it. You whimpered, hips shifting, thighs tensing, looking desperately for friction that didn’t come.

“Ah, ah,” he reprimanded, smacking the sided of your leg. “Don’t even try to get off without my permission. I mean, honestly… why would I let you play with yourself when you have both of us so willing to play with you instead?”

“I’m sorry, S-sir,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering.

He hissed in pleasure, “That sounds good coming from your mouth. Yet… perhaps there’s another term you want to use. Something… that maybe you are holding back?”

“Daddy,” you whispered, hesitant.

“That’s it, good girl,” he purred wrapping his wide palm around your delicate throat gently.

Your body became his weight to support, you didn’t try to hold yourself up. Instead, you were too focused on the way his eyes caught yours in the mirror. The way his lips trailed over your ear now, how he watched his own reflection pull sinful sounds from you.

“Are you ready?” he rasped. “Ready to take us both?”

You sighed, squirming in his grip for a moment at the thought, “Yes.”

“Perfect. I’ve been waiting. It was so hard holding back last time, you know,” he breathed.

It didn’t seem like it was. Even as he spoke those words and told you it had been, it didn’t seem like he had suffered in any form. You, however, had laid awake at night thinking of it. Wondering what it would have been like if he had joined in.

“You didn’t have to,” you responded, honest to a fault.

“I will always make sure you are safe with us,” he said, dragging the blunt of his teeth over the shell of your ear.

You keened, shuddering in his grasp, rolling your hips and your desperation made him huff out a laugh. His fingers tightened just enough around your throat for you to gasp, for the pressure to be noticeable, and his glittering red gaze looked back at you with keen interest or was it mischief. He knew what he was doing, how he was affecting you. Not that you were being exactly subtle, you couldn’t be, you needed him so badly.

His hand left your throat, trailing down over your clavicles, tracing the dip in between them. He touched the skin stretched tight over your sternum, exposed by the lingerie you always wore inside the apartment. Your breathing sharpened, so much so it began to burn in your throat and then your lungs. You couldn’t bring in enough oxygen, even without him holding your neck.

You finally tilted your head to look up at him and he looked down at you, his eyes scanned your face just long enough for you to bring in three shallow and shaky breaths, then he claimed your lips in a near painful kiss. His teeth nipped at yours hard enough you knew they’d bruise. He pressed his tongue past your teeth, fucked it in nice and slow until you felt like you were completely his in just a couple seconds.

“Come, let’s get back to the bedroom,” he growled, scooping you up into his strong arms.

You allowed him to carry you, not struggling so as to make it easier, eagerly nuzzling into his neck but refraining from tasting his skin like you wanted. It would have been so simple just to lick a stripe up his throat, yet you knew you couldn’t. He would reprimand you. You knew he would guide you in the dance about to come and you would have to listen to his every command. Just the thought had prickles of excitement pebbling over your skin.

He huffed out a laugh, staring at you through slitted eyes as he sat you down on the futon you called your own.

“Tetsuya!” he called.

Within seconds there was the sound of pounding footsteps and Kuroko was running around the corner. He stopped, frozen for a moment as he took in the scene. You strewn out on the blankets and Akashi with a half-hard on standing above you. Instantly that feral darkness swallowed his usually dull and yet somehow bright personality.

“Oh,” he breathed, with enough tension laden in that single sound that it rolled over your body tangibly.

“Strip,” Seijuro demanded, his gaze firmly locked on his boyfriend.

Tetsuya flushed a deep red but instantly responded, his long fingers carefully pulling his clothes off his body and folding them neatly on the floor. This was a routine they’d obviously done many times. Once he was stripped his cock was already thick and hard, curving upward and pearling with precum. You craned your head, curving your throat to be more exposed so that you could see the delicious sight.

It was interesting how subservient Tetsuya had turned at just a single word from Akashi. The heavy air made your thighs press tight together.

“Come,” Akashi said and held out a hand to the other man.

“Yes, Sir,” he responded, almost seeming to flash to his boyfriend’s side.

“Keep our little Bunny busy while I get ready,” he murmured, looking down at you with eyes that said you would never be ready for what they had planned.

“Happily,” Tetsuya responded, licking his lips.

He dropped next to you where you stayed still like a good little pet. You were promised a good time, that they would take care of your every need, all you needed to do was listen. So that was what you did, sometimes without even being told.

“Such a good Little Rabbit,” Kuroko breathed, gripping the tresses of your hair hard enough for it to sting slightly.

You gasped and writhed, “Oh god, please.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with approval and claimed your mouth with his.

The kiss was softer than the ones Akashi took from you, but they were sloppier, less restrained. Spit slicked your lips and his tongue slipped as far back as it could. You melted under the onslaught, turning into a literal puddle.

He moved over you, straddling your entire body with his and rutting his aching dick against your plush, lace covered stomach. The tacky fluid rolling down his length coated your lingerie, guiding his thrusts. He didn’t stop kissing you for a second, and in fact it was so deep that your lungs were beginning to scream from the lack of oxygen. They burned, your head spun, and it was oddly addictive, knowing you could pass out at any second just because he wanted to taste your mouth so badly.

Your fingers raised up to curl into his broad shoulders, your nails cut into his pale flesh and that caused him to finally pull back with a groan. His head arced, exposing the fragile column of his throat as he soaked in the pain you created with your sharp nails, thrusting against you harder.

Akashi moved to kneel behind Kuroko, in between your legs, you could see it just over his shoulder. He pressed his fingers lightly against your slick slit, testing your readiness. One finger sunk into your pliant cunt as his thumb pressed steadily against your clit, you gasped, and your hips jerked upwards.

“Stay still, both of you,” Seijuro growled and instantly, Tetsuya stilled.

It was like Akashi had yanked on a set of strings binding Kuroko, a set of invisible strings that tightened and kept him painfully still. His muscles tensed above you and his breath stilled so much that you had to search for the rise and fall of his chest. Shallow, desperate to please, but in his eyes that gluttonous hunger never left, in fact it only seemed to grow with Seijuro’s demand.

You took a little longer, it took several deep breaths, a whimper, before your trembling legs could widen and stop.

“Good,” Akashi cooed and that approval in his voice had your blood singing happily.

Akashi was skilled, his fingers twisted and curled until he touched any part he could reach, until he found spots not even you knew about, ones made you gasp and fight to writhe. The wet squelch of your arousal filled the air and Kuroko whimpered when he looked down at you, his cock jumping against your skin in restrained excitement.

Soon another of Akashi’s thick fingers was splitting you open, and you keened, your breath leaving you in a gasp. Yet then there was the sound of a lid popping open followed by soft dripping. Then you felt a gentle finger traced lower over your perineum, slipping between the plumpness of your cheeks and then circling your puckered hole. You hissed at the sensation, body jumping at the foreign sensation while Akashi’s other hand kept pumping in and out of you, dragging throaty groans from your chest.

“That’s it, you’re taking it so well, Little Rabbit,” he praised, as his first knuckle breached your ass.

You stiffened, only brought back down into a melted puddle once again when his thumb slick with your arousal swiped over your pulsing clit. In fact, he was so good at distracting you with the hand fucking your pussy that you barely felt his finger press fully to the bottom. You were just aware of the pressure and stretch. It wasn’t bad, it didn’t hurt, it just made you feel fuller.

It was harder to breathe somehow, even with how little you had inside you. Kuroko bent over you, tapped the side of your face and you turned your glazed eyes toward him.

“It’s alright, Bunny, soon we’ll both be inside you. Just like you wanted,” he murmured and then kissed you hard.

You moaned low, all words beyond you now. Only choked inhales and sounds of pleasure were within your grasp, and so you kissed Tetsuya back with desperation as if he could anchor you. As if the air he was feeding you could steady your mind as it spun when Akashi curled his fingers inside both your holes.

You were so fucking hot and dizzy. Your nails scrabbled at Kuroko’s hair in fear you might float away. It was addicting. Finally, you tore yourself away to cry out as Akashi added another finger to your puckered hole and rolled your clit aggressively beneath his thumb. It was too much, so good, but too much and you squirmed, unable to stay still like he wanted.

“I can’t,” you whined, trying to shift away but held down by the weight straddling you and the heavy hand on your hip.

“You can and you will,” Akashi corrected.

His words shot through your body, causing you to become pliant with your next breath. Kuroko rewarded you with a bite to the neck, a lick to the throat, and then his mouth latched to your pulse point. Akashi’s fingers became more insistent, demanding as they sought out every spot inside your holes, places you had never explored yourself. You squealed, which slowly tumbled into a throaty groan when your orgasm slammed into you, no warning only violent spasms as you fought to rut into his hands but were unable to due to the insistent pressure upon your body.

Kuroko’s teeth which still snagged at your skin, claimed pieces of you over and over again, before finally delving back to your mouth, adding an addictive mix of pain with pleasure. You couldn’t do this anymore; you couldn’t hold onto your sanity. So, you offered it up to the two of them. Silently you gave into their demands and let them take you apart piece by piece.

And Akashi did just that. He pulled more and more pulses from body, prolonged your climax until finally you were left panting, unable to reciprocate Kuroko’s wild and messy kisses.

“Tetsuya,” Akashi said sharply.

Instantly the shorter man stiffened and looked over his shoulder, his lips glistening with your saliva.

“Get the collar and the leash. It’s about time,” Seijuro’s gaze was firmly locked on your fluttering entrances as you squeezed around his fingers desperately.

Then you felt an intense tension again, the addition of a third finger in your ass. You breathed sharply, and though you still remained soft under his guidance, you looked at him through teary eyes.

“You’re going to take us so well, Little Rabbit,” he promised.

All you could do was nod, “Yes, Daddy.”

Because really, who were you to deny him? Who were you to deny either of them? They’d shown you where you belonged, what you needed, and they’d given you everything.

Kuroko was beside you again and, in your delirium, you hadn’t even realized he’d left. The stretch in your holes had taken the place of the weight he’d left on your body. Making it hard to breathe no matter what. Causing your chest to shudder with each breath.

He held in his hand your collar, beautiful, thick, pink leather with heart studs decorating the sides. The leash was matching and connected to a thick d-ring. You were never allowed to remove it yourself. Yet Akashi or Kuroko always did when taking care of you. Tonight though, you knew this was important.

A slight ache had you whimpering as Seijuro slowly withdrew his touch from your body. Suddenly you missed that fullness, instead you now felt so empty. You hated it, you wanted something more. Despite the fact that you were just complaining that you couldn’t take it anymore, you realized you wanted that sensation. You wanted to feel overwhelmed and full to the point where you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to feel like you might rip in two while these men held you together.

Kuroko scooped you up into his arms, while Akashi took the collar from his fingers. You accepted the manhandling; you couldn’t think of anything else you wanted more in that moment. Yet before you realized it you were being settled against Tetsuya’s torso as he laid down, his long cock laying in between the cheeks of your ass.

Seijuro was still completely dressed and after wiping the lube from his hands on his trousers he began to pop button by button of his dress shirt open. It was slow, tantalizing and his eyes narrowed, glittering with the knowledge that he knew exactly how needy you both were. Kuroko’s fingers gripped the soft flesh of your waist rhythmically, occasionally thrusting gently against you.

Eventually slivers of pale skin gave way to planes of it, until the cotton of Akashi’s clothing was sliding from his body like water rolling off. It was beautiful and something you would have paid to have painted if you could. Especially when he looked up at the two of you through his lashes and knew he had your undivided attention.

When his lower half was bared, it made your walls clench with anticipation. He wasn’t as long as Kuroko, but he was thicker. He’d make you sore afterward and you finally realized why he’d been so careful. If he was as rough as he said he’d be, with Tetsuya taking you at the same time, you truly wondered if you’d make it out the other side.

Your legs which had been splayed on either side of Kuroko’s began to close as if to protect you from the though, but you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your thighs from behind and hold you open.

“Nuh uh. No hiding, pretty girl,” Kuroko breathed against your ear, groaning when he thrusted once more against you, sliding down from your ass in between the apex of your thighs and his cock pressed through your slick folds.

Akashi stepped closer, each movement he made was controlled and calm. He leaned down and your body naturally stiffened even though the heat of Kuroko and their mixed scents was nearly enough to lull you back into a false sense of security. Yet, he didn’t do much, he just gathered your neck in his hands, forced your jaw back with firm pressure and then carefully buckled the collar in place.

The heavy weight, the familiarity of it soothed your mind almost instantly and when Akashi gently tugged on the leash you gasped, and your muscles quivered in anticipation. He pulled on it until your head tilted back and the leather tightened on your neck, your eyes fluttered and you squirmed.

“She’s ready,” he muttered.

Kuroko licked a stripe along your jaw as he spread your legs wider and shifted so the soles of his feet were on the ground. You felt the prod of his blunt cock press against your softened asshole.

“Remember to breathe for me, Bunny,” he whispered and then rocked upward into you.

At first you forgot that reminder of his. Everything was just pinpointed on the pressure of him entering you, the sting that was just enough to have you whimpering and tightening up. Tetsuya hissed behind you and groaned lowly. Tears pricked your eyes but then there was a distracting something, the soft, slippery touched of something warm on your clit. You looked down to see Akashi watching, his hand still gripping the leash tight as he lapped at your bud until finally you gasped in some oxygen, and both sets of your walls fluttered open for Kuroko.

“That’s it, good girl,” Kuroko moaned as he pushed further and further inside you.

So full already, that’s all you could think of. How you were impossibly full and yet you needed to take another one. You watched as Akashi’s fingers pressed back inside your cunt, rolling through your slicking and rubbing against Tetsuya’s cock through the thin membrane of your flesh. Kuroko gasped and bucked his hips slightly, his hands shook on your waist, and you gasped, squeaking out in a delirious mix of uncomfortable pleasure with the movements.

“Just focus on the feeling,” Seijuro guided you, his deep voice wrapping you up in warmth.

His tongue kept working over your clit, short circles that had your body trembling excitedly as he worked a second finger into your tight entrance. Kuroko wasn’t moving but you could hear his breath puffing from between his lips, you could feel it against your neck. He was holding himself back, letting you adjust and a feeling of burning affection caused you to loosen more.

Finally, you felt Kuroko bottom out and he sighed, pressing a lingering kiss against the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“Move, Tetsuya. I need to see if she’ll take you well,” Akashi demanded.

He groaned and immediately complied. You heard the squelch of your own fluids mixing with the lube as his cock rocked in and out of you. At first it was just strange, not as bad as it could be since that overwhelming sensation of being stuffed was oddly something you craved. But then as your body began to grow less sensitive to the pain and Kuroko shifted, there was a pulse of pleasure, something sharp enough, deep enough to pull a guttural moan from your throat. It was mixed with enough of a growl that it caused a lingering ache and soon you were moving with Tetsuya, seeking that feeling. You wanted more.

Your nails sank into his forearms as he wrapped them around your torso. It was strange having them talk like you weren’t there, like you couldn’t answer for yourself, but maybe that was true. Words were beyond you right now. All you could think about was how much the stretch satisfied you, how the sting was fading faster and faster, and how your vision was blurring. You wanted more.

One of your hands released Tetsuya and he hissed right by your ear, his hips jumping out of rhythm for a moment as the pressure eased on his arm. You reached towards Akashi’s cock, hard and flushed, dripping precum but too far away for you to touch. You whined; your tongue too heavy to speak. You needed to say it. You needed to tell him that you were ready.

Your hand shook as Seijuro grinned, and Kuroko’s pace picked up though his thrusts remained shallow for now. Akashi rolled your clit a bit harder, and it was torturous, you didn’t want his fingers anymore.

“Nnn,” you tried to communicate, you thrashed your head from side to side and wiggled in Tetsuya’s grasp.

“I know, baby girl,” Akashi said finally.

Then he moved, closer, his leg moving over yours and Kuroko’s, so his cock was brushing your wet cunt while he withdrew his hand.

“I know,” he groaned and pushed forward.

It was too much instantly, and your body tried to pull away.

“Ah, stay still Bunny, you will get used to it,” Kuroko groaned, stilling his movements.

You could feel him shudder under you as you split apart on Akashi’s cock. You cried out, your hands flying to Tetsuya’s arm once again and sinking in with a vengeance. His hips jumped slightly at the feeling, and he growled.

“Oh fuck,” Akashi breathed.

He swore so little, but you were feeling it just the same. Those words you couldn’t say were now spilling from your lips in a string of expletives.

“Fuck, fuck, w-wait,” you squirmed. “W-wait please. Dammit.”

Akashi did, he paused but not because you asked. You knew he was pausing because he could feel you tightening down on him like a vice. You knew even in the haze of pleasure surrounding him, he was thinking about you. He bared his teeth in a snarl and hung over you like a man possessed. His red eyes stripping you bare. You felt like offering up your soul to him to feast upon.

Kuroko pressed frantic kisses and snagged your skin with his teeth. Impatience filled his every movement and you felt it through his flesh. You felt it in the way he trembled and mumbled against your sweat coated body. His tongue flicked against you, lapping the salt away with reverence, even as he waited for you to voice your acceptance of both of them.

Then you felt it, your body fluttered and with a gentle encouraging brush of Akashi’s thumb against your clit, and a deep exhale from you, it opened. Your walls relaxed and then tightened once again but not nearly as tight as before. No, this time it was greedy and gripped him just enough to have him pushing forward until he was pressing his hips against yours.

You shivered and a whine ripped itself from your throat. Oh, it was delicious, still a bit too much, still a bit overwhelming, but you couldn’t think, couldn’t worry and wasn’t that what you always wanted? Your head was too full of them, of the sensation of being pleasured as Tetsuya slowly retreated and dragged along every good spot inside you, that you couldn’t even form words anymore. Once again, the possibility of speech fled from you, and you didn’t give a damn.

They moved slowly at first, finding a rhythm between the two of them where you were always filled with at least one. Kuroko retreated and Akashi pushed forward, then they switched it around, again and again until you weren’t sure how you would ever piece your fractured psyche back together after this. How had you survived before this? Without them, without feeling this separated from your conscious and being this loved and coveted?

You struggled slightly in Kuroko’s grasp and Akashi’s palm pressed against your sternum. His beautiful lips formed a word, yet before he could say it the sound was torn from him, replaced with a moan instead as he thrusted into you. You could feel both of them brushing across each other, feel them rubbing against that fragile skin between them. It felt like all three of you were one.

Moans and curses tumbled from your lips; screams erupted when they hit a particularly wonderous spot.

“Oh,” you shuddered. “Oh. My. God.”

Kuroko chuckled behind you, though it was breathless, “Sing more for us. Fuck. So good.”

He groaned, nipping at your ear. His teeth were a bit too sharp, his tongue not soft enough to soothe the sting, but you didn’t care. You were spiraling and you weren’t sure if it was up or down.

“That’s it,” Akashi urged, his voice breathless, shaky.

Your twisted, and the words you would normally say in warning were nowhere to be found as your body convulsed so violently you felt them both hold you down harder. Your orgasm burned through your veins, hot and gluttonous. It ate your nerves up until you felt raw even as it was still be dragged endlessly from you by their relentless pace. Oversensitivity welcomed you into its embrace soon enough. Their movements never stopped though and they were so greedy, with the way their hungry words stroked over your skin and Kuroko’s panting, or Akashi’s gaze ate you alive.

You knew they wouldn’t last. Not with how thrashed Seijuro sounded and not with the way Tetsuya’s pants had turned into high pitched, and needy whines. Akashi’s hand reached out as your body calmed into satisfied twitches and gripped the pale blue hair of his other partner.

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” he growled, his body flexing and arching with strain as he fought against moving faster than you could take. “Going to cum like a good boy.”

That’s all it took for Kuroko’s thrusts to become inconsistent, losing the rhythm as he chased his high in a few quick, violent fucks. You felt his cum warm you, slickening his still sliding cock as he worked himself towards overstimulation.

“Good boy,” Akashi turned his red gaze to you. “And you are such a good fucking girl. Taking us both. I’m going to breed you now Bunny, fill you up until your so full you have no choice but to carry our brats.”

Your cunt fluttered at that thought and he laughed, the sound sharp and winded. His hand found your neck again and with the tightening of the leash looping further around his fingers, and his palm resting heavily on your collar, it was a welcome pressure. You didn’t even realize you were going to cum again, when you actually did. All you knew was it felt like too much, like your body was desperate to get away. There was too much sensation and then warmth spread over you, interspersed with sparks of electricity zapping up your spine to your brain. Unfurling like a blooming flower that had your body spasming. You couldn’t breathe at a point, and you worried about passing out, worried about missing the ecstasy that would paint Seijuro’s face. So, you fought the darkness at the edge of your vision even as your body twitched, and exhaustion dragged at your limbs.

Akashi grunted, his faced pinched and teeth grit in a look of pleasured agony. You felt his cock kick inside you, so aware that you had what seemed like an impossible amount of cum inside you now. That you were sore and fucked out and couldn’t think beyond the fact that you needed it to stop, but it was too good, and you never wanted it to end. Conflicting thoughts warred within you, none gaining the frontlines.

It was only when they’d pulled out and you felt the warmth of a washcloth over your body, you were painfully aware of what had happened. Warm cum rolled out of you, only to be chased away by two hands carefully practiced movements. They wiped your entire body clean. They pampered you. They adored you as they looked down upon your absolutely wrecked body.

“You’re perfect,” Kuroko said.

“You’ll always have a place with us,” Akashi added.

Dreamily you looked at them, watched as they washed you clean and tucked you in bed. You should be horrified, you should want to leave, all of this you knew. Yet all you could do was snuggle deeper under the covers, smiling as you thought you’d found your perfect place. A perfect place for a pet like yourself.

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

what do you think about people copying your art style?

hi anonymous, notes from church;

to your question: about the same answer as the pinterest but more apathetic depending on how general you mean -- there is something incompatible-seeming to me regarding any-one interested in art to deny the aspect of influence in how we motivate ourselves; ie: often i see artists, animes, books, sentences, games, that just make me go "wow [they] did something amazing, i want to try to do that in the way they did" & i:ll imitate it pretty flagrantly, whether it be attempting to write cormac-like without punctuation, or outright ripping language from KJV bible, or pulling up an artbook for gate keepers and studying how the artist draws hairs and eyes, or looking at some AI amalgamate artwork of religious art and wanting to make something similar -- everything is just there to be eaten (dungeon meshi quote roughly, i watched the first episode day before last) and eating is the right of the living;

but, that:s all absconding from the Personal aspect of seeing art that seems extremely close to mine, and the weak personal part of me often feels a little hurt/wounded to see that, barring any credit: cause (like any other) i like recognition and even if some-times i make things lame, tepid: i still have a prideful spark that says mine! ~but i also think this isn:t a good-part of me, but it:s my flawed person-part of me. so: mostly i don:t care, even if it sometimes hurts me on a pride level; i feel worse if someone gets attacked over being influenced by me; but i:d feel absolute worse if i learned that they received money to fund the Warhammer Night Lords 40k Kill Team Fund off of work i made and i received nothing -- there:s nothing worse; there:s no hell deeper; there:s also no heaven higher than receiving money to fund the Warhammer Night Lords 40k Kill Team Fund but it:d be pale without the possibility of hell on the other side, too, you know? that:s art;

happy sabbath, by the way, anonymous: it:s hand-held sabbath when the 8th and seventh-day calendars overlap: yay, verily; consider observing and (if left handed) adopt a simple vow of chirality to only write mirrored excluding legal documents and when sinister-direction would hamper purpose (like addressing envelopes, packages); (sitting in church today i realized i struggled immensely visualizing how to write 'forwards' in my head, after writing backwards for so many years it finally flipped completely in my head); take care

[dannystattoo]

august

chapter 1 - "i can see us lost in the memory"

you didn't plan on spending your summer fixing up your family's old cabin, but you also didn't plan on reconnecting with your childhood crush for the summer. based on august by taylor swift

Pairing: Danny Wagner x fem reader

Warnings:  Some language, but that's about it

Spending the summer after your senior year of college helping maintain your grandparents’ cabin was not what you’d anticipated upon graduating. While you wouldn’t say you were ready to tackle job hunting just yet, you would have preferred to have at least been able to stay in the college town with all of your friends for a couple more months. You’d have loved to at least have a last hurrah before you all inevitably moved on to whatever was next. Life had a way of happening though. Your grandfather passed away in the winter and a lot had changed. Your grandma wasn’t able to live on her own, so she had moved in with your family for the time being. Your parents were also trying to figure out what to do with the cabin your grandparents had purchased decades ago. It was your grandpa’s pride and joy, and he would never let anyone sell it even if he’d barely been able to use it in the last few years. The rest of your family, grandma included, couldn’t care less about keeping the property in the family, Since you and your siblings all moved out of the house and didn’t have the opportunity to visit much anymore, they decided it was best to sell the house. However, it needed a lot of TLC before it could go on the market and you’d gotten roped into spending your summer taking care of the property. You cursed yourself for learning so many DIY skills in college when your friends had insisted on renting the shittiest house possible your sophomore year, as well as for being the golden child who couldn’t draw boundaries with your parents no matter how hard you tried. 

…and that was how you found yourself looking around this house, wondering how the hell you were going to have it ready to list by August, in three months. Your dad offered to come up and help when he could on weekends and you did have a list of contractors your grandparents had previously used who could help with the things you weren’t able to do, but you were mostly on your own. You tried to remind yourself that his would give you the opportunity to save up some money since you weren’t paying rent and your family would be paying you for your work on the house. This would also give you time to polish your resume and work on perfecting your design portfolio, hopefully allowing you to move somewhere better than the sleepy midwest town you grew up in or the slightly less sleepy city you went to college in. Your ultimate goal was New York City, but you were aiming for Chicago right now. All things considered, though, the thought of a summer spent more or less by yourself doing a stupid amount of manual labor made the thought of living in the city in cramped apartment with multiple roommates and eating ramen for every meal sound appealing. 

It had probably been about five years since you’d spent any sizable amount of time here, and that was around the same time your family started doing the bare minimum maintenance on the place. They’d also done the bare minimum when it came to cleaning, so you spent the entire morning making one of the bedrooms and one of the bathrooms clean and comfortable enough to get you through the first few days. Once you finished that, you started trying to make a game plan, but you became overwhelmed pretty quickly. Realizing it was nearing one in the afternoon, you decided to drive into town, pick up some fast food and take a break. You weren’t able to find much, but there was a Taco Bell within a reasonable driving distance. You returned home with your Nachos Bell Grande and a massive Baja Blast, hoping that would push you to have a productive evening. It was a beautiful day out, so you took you lunch out to the dock. The gate that led down to the water’s edge was a bit rusted and hard to open, but once you got it, you remembered why you loved coming here so much as a kid. Admittedly, once you looked past the state of the house and the yard, it was gorgeous out here. You were steps away from the lake, which had a tiny private sandy beach at its edge. Trees and plants in full bloom surrounded the lake, and you always loved the glow of the sun off the water. You told yourself that if you got through a clearing the clutter in the rooms you, your siblings, and cousins had shared as kids that day, you’d reward yourself with a glass of wine and a night spent on the patio with your designs. The change in scenery was inspiring you in a way you hadn’t expected. Looking at the nearby houses, you tried to remember all the kids you’d met here over the years. They were all fleeting friendships, lasting for only one week in the summer over the 4th of July and picking up the next year, depending on who returned and when. You’d met these kids well before social media, and you had no idea what happened to any of them after losing contact. You start thinking about them, wondering where life had taken everyone after those golden summers. 

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice that someone had appeared from the cabin next-door and they were walking down towards the water. 

“I had no idea they sold this place,” the voice said as it came up behind you. Startled, you turned around to see a man approaching you. He looked like he was about your age, maybe slightly older. You could tell from his tan skin he probably spent a lot of time outside, giving the impression of someone else who might be spending the summer here. Based on appearances alone, that was something you could get on board with. You couldn’t overlook the fact he was gorgeous - you were immediately drawn to his intense eyes and radiant smile, and the fact his was absolutely ripped didn’t hurt matters.

“Because they didn’t,” you laughed. “Granted, it’s barely been used in at least five years, but yeah, haven’t sold yet.”

“Well that’s good, I always like the people who lived here.”

“You knew them?” you were taken by surprise. 

“Oh yeah, my family owns the place next door. I’m Danny, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you said. The longer you looked at him, you began to think he looked vaguely familiar. “This is gonna sound weird, but we’ve met before haven’t we?”

“You have two older sisters and your family was always here the week of the 4th of July, right?”

“Yeah. You have a younger sister and you were also always here for the 4th of July?” As Dnny confirmed this, it all came flooding back to you. 

He was part of the group of about a dozen of you who lived on this street that you’d just been thinking about. He was, in fact, a few years older than you, but you seemed to remember his younger sister was around your age. You also remembered you’d had a hugely embarrassing crush on Danny that resurfaced every year. God, you’d forgotten about him completely, as it had been ten years since you’d seen him, more since you’d seen him with any sort of regularity at the cabin. You remembered it all with clarity now. 

He was three years older than you, and by the time you were eleven and he was fourteen, he started hanging out with the group less and less. Fair enough, he was a teenager, but it didn’t hurt any less. You’d always thought he was cute and he was the only boy in the group who was always nice to you. Looking back, he treated you like a little sister, but you didn’t see it that way then. You remembered the summer you were twelve and he was fifteen when he and another one of the older girls in the group stopped hanging out with you as frequently, only showing up at events where the entire family was present. You’d been devastated when you’d accidentally stumbled upon them making out in her room at a barbecue you’d all been at. By the next summer, you were convinced that because you were thirteen and a full fledged teenager, he’d finally be interested in you. Much to your dismay, he hadn’t even come up north that year, opting to stay home in order to spend more with his friends instead. It was only a couple more years before you stopped spending long stints there in the summer. You realized how much you’d forgotten about your time here.

“So what brings you back?” Danny’s question brought you back from your nostalgia. 

“Well, my grandpa passed away over the winter -“ 

“Oh shit, i’m sorry.”

“Thank you. It wasn’t unexpected, but still. Anyway, my family is actually planning to sell now and I somehow got roped into coming out here for the summer to fix it up and get it ready to put on the market. You live in one shitty house that forces you to learn handy skills and they use it against your for the rest of your life,” you laughed.

“What, by yourself?”

“Not entirely, my dad is coming up to help me out when he can and we will need to hire people to do some of the more complicated projects. But yeah, mostly.” You were kicking yourself the moment you said it. Way to go, Y/N, you thought to yourself. You don’t know the first thing about this guy anymore and he could be a crazed serial killer for all you knew. 

“Anyway, I could ask you the same thing,” you shifted the attention back to him.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Getting away, I guess? I’ve been so stuck with work lately and I thought a change of scenery might be good. Don’t ask why my first inclination was to come here, but it was.”

“By yourself?”

“For now. Three of my friends, more like my brothers actually, are planning to come up in a few weeks and spend most of the summer. They may be going back and forth between here and home a bit more than me though.”

“Where do you live?”

“Nashville.” 

“That’s so cool, I unfortunately didn’t get to go far for college and I was so lucky to move back to my hometown in Michigan after graduation. I’m hoping to save up some money over the summer so I can start looking to move. Enough about me, what is it you do for work?” You were intrigued when he said he was “uninspired”, wondering if he did something creative too.

“Uh, musician,” he said running  his hand through his dark curls. You could tell he assumed you’d react a certain way.

“No shit, that’s sick! What kind of music?”

“I’m in a rock band, drummer. I know it probably sounds kind of lame, but we’ve actually released a few single, and EP, and we just got a contract for our first full record. As exciting as all of that is, I’m having a hell of a time getting anything written to contribute to it. Decided I’d come here for a little bit first by myself, and then the guys are gonna join me in a couple weeks. I thought maybe getting out of the city would help. Plus the lease on my place was up last week and the house I’m set to move into isn’t available September 1st.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s lame at all. I’m trying to break into design, so I kind of get it.”

“Oh really, what kind?”

“My dream would be fashion, it was my main area of focus in school, but I’ve also been building by graphic design portfolio to have something more ‘practical’, as my parents would say.”

“I get that, I’m sure you can imagine my parents were just thrilled when I said I had no desire to go to college right after graduating high school.”

“Sounds like you’re doing great anyway,” you shrugged. You guys talked comfortably for quite a bit longer, catching up on the past ten years. It was nice to have found a friend so early on, at least you hoped you’d found a friend. Danny was so easy to talk to and you felt an effortless connection, even if you hadn’t seen him in a literal decade. Eventually, you picked up your phone, sitting abandoned on the table, and you didn’t like the time.

“Oh god, how is it already three? I’m so sorry, but I should probably go, I have so much work to do,”

“Honey, you have all summer,” Danny said. You wouldn’t admit that your stomach flipped when he called you that. Fuck, were you attracted to him now, still? 

“You’re right, but you have no idea how much I have to do.”

“Can I help with anything? I know I didn’t come here for home renovation projects, but you could persuade me, I think.” 

“I would actually really appreciate that, if only for the company. Tell you what, my main goal for the day was to start cleaning out some of the bedrooms, if you’d want to help? When we make some good progress, maybe we can grab dinner? Like I said, even if it’s just for the company and an accountability buddy.”

“I’d love that. Honestly, I’ve only been here like two days and I’m going insane in my own company. I was so hung up on the idea of taking a solitary trip to work that I forgot I’m an extrovert.” You smiled at him, grabbed your Taco Bell remains, and led him into the house.

“Not to be rude, but you weren’t kidding,” Danny said, looking around the house. 

 “Yeah, it’s so, so bad. We’ve hardly been up here since like, 2017, what with life and school and work, and that was around the time my grandparents weren’t able to come up here by themselves anymore. I think my parents did just enough maintenance so that the neighbors wouldn’t lose their minds.” 

“Gives me an excuse to offer my services around here a lot then?” 

“I think that sounds perfect,” you smiled, leading Danny to the bedroom you and your sisters shared years ago. Before you could stop yourself, you caught yourself thinking that you’d love to be taking him back to your room under much different circumstances. You couldn’t believe that you were down bad for this guy yet again, hours after seeing him for the first time in a decade.

To be continued

[ginneke]

POV

Prompt list here: [link] POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

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Original scene from A Seed of Song - Chapter 4 Some Revali perspective for you all. And this prompt+idea inspired me enough to make it a long one. Approx 600 words. (I might have to start a SoS ficlet collection at this rate...)

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That thing is fast, for its size.

Of course, Revali is faster. But that doesn't count for much when his foe is of such outrageous physical proportions. Against a normal Kargarok, his speed and command of the sky would outclass even a swarm.

Against this mutant, it's all he can do to maintain enough distance to line up a shot.

Its body is well-armoured; his bomb arrows glance off, incapable of damaging the plating across its wings, its neck, its head, and Revali has enough of a job evading its attempts to knock him from the sky to seek out an alternative target.

Its feet don't look to be armoured, but he can't orchestrate enough of an opening to take advantage of that observation.

He snarls, tumbling out of range of its attempt to snatch him with those wicked talons. By the time he rights himself, buffeted off course by the turbulence from those vast wings, it is well out of easy range.

It turns a wide arc, one eye fixed on him, and prepares to make another pass.

Think — think! Revali refuses to go down against an oversized mutant. His pride won't allow it. And if its attention were to leave Revali, for whatever reason, it is bound to turn next to Li—

The chick. He swore to see it safely to Rito Village. He won't allow that promise to be broken. He cannot permit it.

Revali flips his bow from his curved talons, and in one fluid motion, he aims a trio of arrows directly into the mutated Kargarok's face.

Though the creature is frustratingly immune to the attack, it lacks the intelligence to know that. It veers off target. Revali seizes the opportunity to call up his Gale and escape to a higher altitude.

Think.

What would she have done?

Revali had only ever fought off one Kargarok swarm, when - just a few years back - a colony had attempted to establish itself on the far side of Passer Hill, only for their nests to be shattered against the rocks and the foul creatures slain or routed. But that colony had been the first sighting in almost a decade. None had ever made it so close to Lake Totori while she patrolled the southern frontier. She had made driving off the Kargaroks her life's work, keeping them from pushing north towards Rito Village; even a hatchling hadn't slowed her down.

(She never allowed them to so much as glimpse him. Chicks, and even fledglings, were easy prey to a Kargarok.)

"Stay low," she'd told him, as soon as he was old enough to understand the order, and, "Don't come out." Her words had promised safety. He'd believed them.

(He still remembers that moment, the small and bright figure hung in the sky, sunlight glinting on dark green feathers before that distant form turned to a dive, to freefall, to — )

Feint. Draw it away. That's the way to do it. That's the way she always did it. It had almost always worked.

When it tries to come for him again, Revali is resolved, ready.

He veers out of range at the last possible second, lets the turbulence buffet him. Though it goes against his instincts, though ceding the open sky is the last thing he would have chosen, Revali surrenders to the sensation of freefall.

(He won't let the same story play out again.)

The only clue that his descent is not so uncontrolled as it appears… is the bow clutched tight in the curl of his left foot.

(He'll defeat this thing.)

The creature shrieks and dives after him, and as the cliffs of Tanagar Canyon rise up to swallow them both, Revali allows himself the briefest flicker of satisfaction.

It took the bait.

It can't go after Li— the chi— them. He won't allow it.

He'll defeat this thing here and now.

(He has to.)

[kikie-e3]

Rottmnt Headcanons?? More likely then you think

- Donnie is a percy jackson kid.

- He got the lightning thief from a library trip one day and fell in love

- from that day he was obsessed

- That obsession soon lead into a general mytholgy phase

- Mikey has a habit of drawing on himself

- You will rarely see him not covered in little doodles and drawings

- or paint smudges

- Raph is a really good baker

- He cant cook to save his life. But a plate of brownies? Sign him up

- He is the only brother who hasnt been terminated from the kitchen more then once

- (the first time was an accident and Mikey was sympathetic)

- There is a Leo ban on the kitchen

- Forever remember the kitchen fire of 2017

- Hes only allowed in if he wants to make tea

- Leo can make some pretty banging tea

- Donnie can cook... To an extent Usually to accommodate his own tastes

- He has been banned for weird food concoctions

- and blowing up the microwave

- (which come on mike i fixed it let me back in)

- A good portion of Raphs bandages are for show

- None of his brothers know why he does this

- Aprils mom actually does know about the turtles

- But they dont know that shes know and she doesnt plan to let them know until April and the Bros are ready to tell her

- Donnie met April first

- Then Leo and then she met Mikey and Raph at the same time

- Donnie and Aprils meeting included a school text book, oatmeal cookies and a sewer grate

- Donnie likes oatmeal and raisin cookies

- April doesn't

- They have had heated debates over this

- They are eachothers favorite siblings

- Leo ate soap when he was a tot

- His only excuse was that "it looked good"

- He threw up 20 seconds later and was sick for the next two days

- Splinter was very stressed during that time

- Leo came out first in the family, though everyone kinda knew at that point

- April also came out to, though she thought that the bros had already known and was confused when they said they didn't

- (she literally had pride pins on her bag and she was so confused as to why they didnt notice)

- Raph came out last

- Draxum totally had a thing for Lou Jitsu and is in denial about still having a thing for him even as a rat man

- Donnie collects bottle caps

- Mikey collects those little can caps and steals the colorful monster ones from donnie and leo

- Donnie and Leo have made quite the colorful monster can collection over the years

- Raph is worried over how much they have

- Raph is an avid tea and water drinker

- Though he is also a chocolate milk enthusiast

- He is lactose intolerant

- Its worth it

- Leo is fucking illiterate

- He cant read to save his life

- Its genuinely so bad

- His brothers (Donnie mostly) have offered to teach him

- But he refuses out of spite

- Donnie can recite most all of the fnaf lore

- Mikey and Raph are mlp enthusiasts

- Mikey's fav is Pinkie Pie

- Raphs is Apple Jack and Fluttershy

- Leo was a MCYT kid

- Leo also plays Roblox

- Mikey plays animal jam

- Leo doesnt know the order of the rainbow

- Which is ironic sense-

- Leo is also slightly color blind

- Raph keeps a diary

- His brothers dont know about this

- even if they did a good portion of it is written in Japanese

- Mikey has an on going webcomic with a pretty steady fanbase

- Leo and Donnie read bad Y/N fanfiction together when their bored

- Donnie has written x Reader fanfiction before

- Leo has listened to a recording of a Jupiter Jim, Lou jitsu crossover fic before

- Donnie knows this and keeps it as blackmail

And thats all for now. If I make another one of these ill throw in some more April and actually add some about the Casey's. But thats all for now

[glitchpirate]

It's 2023 and I'm still using the same template now 7 years in a row! Yippeee!

This year I decided to ramble about each artwork presented so uh. Storytime! Under the cut.

(Also usual reminder that now I have a GW2 side blog so that's where I'll upload GW2 artworks from now on -> @glitchgw2 (except the zine piece because I entered the zine with this blog))

January: I was going through a bit of an artblock, most of the things I drew this month were traced. One of the only things not traced was this Anassy! "Ah, etto... bleh!" I said after tracing the 5th drawing I saw on the internet.

February: a commission! Long overdue, but I finally finished it. Sylvaries are always tough to render. >.< The other things I drew this month were art party doodles and personal stuff.

March: one of the two months where the featured piece is the only thing I "finished" that month. And last minute, too! Made for trans visibility day which was on the very last day of March.

April: due to several things, Tyria Pride 2022's art commission giveaways got delayed to 2023. This was my piece for the person I was assigned to! ^_^ This was fun, I found out some new ways to render sylvari hair...

May: I vividly remember seeing a Diavolo art with this same reference and I was like hey. I could do this too but with Lucien. How haven't I done this before. P.S.: he's actually nothing like Bateman but it's a sick cover anyway lol. Mmm knife...

June: it was a sick (as in like epic) month for me. I reworked Dawn and Incendere (my Ghost OC), welcomed my unhinged self and drew a lot of nsfw. But not good nor holy enough to share. :P But it was a nice practice anyway. I chose one drawing of Dawn because out of everything I drew it looks the most "clean" and finished.

July: I remembered My Life as a Teenage Robot as I do tri-monthly and almost made an AU for Lucien. Almost. So instead I just made whatever this is. This was one of the most fun pieces I've ever did, I finally feel comfortable lining in CSP and just in general this was super shapey and smooth to work on. <3

August: Tyria Pride giveaway commission but this time, in time! I got to work on a lovely charr which I don't do often! My other choices would have been a cropped nsfw commission but I lowkey like this one better.

September: the other month where I didn't draw anything but this. Had a banger idea for Gliaster's future which is them becoming a lich but also being corrupted by malignant powers so they're now even more evil and also driven by vengeance towards the Commander and Aurene. Tried to come up with a design for them, alas this piece. It's... very in progress. But I like said progress so far.

October: the opportunity for an art related full-time job came up which meant I had to up my portfolio and draw some realistic/semi-realistic studies. I was surprised by myself lmao but ngl it was also a big pain in the ass. Art is suffering. <3

November: the continuation of October but now with an original piece! Felt like drawing one of my best friend's GW2 characters. <3 Haven't uploaded this one yet as I might rework the background sometime.

December: and finally, my piece for Commander Of Your Heart GW2 zine! Which wasn't actually restricted to only Commander characters, but any other OCs/player characters too, so of course I chose Gliaster. :D And we can apparently show teasers, so I can include this little bit! But what is Gliaster up to? Find out in February, for free!

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Aaand that's it. It was actually super fun to look back to the year not only in pictures but some words too. :D If you read this all, I appreciate you, thank you so much. <3

[yyunari]

﹠ 🐰﹕ꕤ﹔ animal noises ! 一 양정원 ᯭ ˓˓ a yang jungwon fic wc. 1.8k

❝ i guess i’m getting too old for this ❞

៸៸ as time passed, y/n and jungwon’s similarities became too overbearing ៹ WARNINGS ⇢ angst, minor character death

( A/N ) it’s been a long time since i’ve written ! this fic is inspired by my current feelings on growing up, i’m turning 18 this year & it doesn’t feel like a reality :(( but pls enjoy this jungwon fic while i find more inspiration to write ! <3

Youth is like spring— a blossoming of new beginnings and new realizations. As a new season arrives, and as we mature, changes occurs all around us. Whether or not we like them, change is inevitable and a product of the circumstances that cause it.

Youth is… fleeting. No matter how much we try to preserve it, it will never stay. We realize the good times will never last. But as the next season starts to take form, it passes by in a flash. We realize that once the good times have already passed. And once we realize that, it’s too late, and the leaves fall off from the trees.

Y/N felt pride with her current youth. She knew that it would be over sooner rather than later, and she wanted to enjoy what she could while she was still able to. It was a stark difference from how her peers acted. While there was a rush for people her age to grow up faster, Y/N preferred to relish in the serenity and comfort that her teenage years provided. It was something that made her feel happier each day, and made it easier for her to live her life stress free.

Many other people her age would disagree and say that youth was repressing and overly angsty. But to Y/N, she was lucky enough to look past all that and choose to live her life the way she wanted. Call her privileged or snobby, it wasn’t as if it was anything she would deny. However, there was someone who lived their life exactly the way Y/N did.

Yang Jungwon, a worker at the cafe near Y/N’s university.

He was the type to sit customers down when they were having a bad day and talk them through it. He was the type to spend time making cute drawings and messages on the sides of people’s cups. He was the type to live the way he wanted to live, and not by other people’s terms.

To Y/N, Jungwon was like a breath of fresh air from a world that moved faster than she wanted it to.

Perhaps it was his bright smile, his charming personality, or the fact that he had the same ideals as her. Whatever it was, Y/N constantly found her eyes drawn to the cafe worker. No matter what situation she was in, her gaze never failed to wander to him.

But she didn’t mind. Jungwon was, for a lack of better words, refreshing.

It took a while for Y/N to gain the courage to speak to Jungwon. Her roommate, Jihan, had to give her a 2 hour long pep talk before she left their apartment that day, just so she would have enough determination to walk out the door.

It was worth it, because that was the day that Y/N and Jungwon’s relationship solidified within the universe.

After their initial friendship (which was started by Y/N offering Jungwon an Aero mint), they spent time on Jungwon’s off days hanging out at various beaches and parks. Being in nature was a common middle ground between them, like many other things were. They were happy with each other, and brought out each other’s good parts. Eventually, Jungwon confessed through a packet of Aero mints. It was corny, but Y/N loved it because it reminded her of how they met.

Their relationship started off slow but passionate, with the honeymoon phase seeming to never quite end. Y/N and Jungwon spent most of their time together and didn’t falter even for a second, because they wanted everyday to be a happy one. It worked in the way that they were similar with their ideals— not wanting to rush anything and living each moment happily with their full efforts. They wanted to savor each day to its fullest and not let anything slip through the cracks. And it worked for a bit, because the two were overly in love with each other. So much so that their days were incomplete if they didn’t meet up at least once.

But the cracks were never fixed, and therefore they began to grow.

It was most apparent the day that Y/N faced her biggest tragedy, the day her mom died.

The news came rather abruptly, and her dad was very straightforward in the delivery. It was a random Tuesday when she received a call that her mom had passed in a car accident. It was as if her world had stopped turning and all the blood rushed to her feet, as she fell onto the ground in a state of intense shock.

Y/N rarely cried, but that day she cried like a baby.

Jihan couldn’t leave her roommate alone for weeks after the news came. She knew she had to be there for Y/N because no one else was willing. After all, Y/N’s dad had ghosted her after making the phone call.

Jungwon, on the other hand, was missing in action while this was all happening.

Each day, Y/N asked Jihan if Jungwon had contacted her or anything.

Each day the answer was no.

But still, Y/N wanted to stay in contact with her boyfriend so she texted him updates about how she felt each day.

The funeral was going to be held in her mom’s hometown, which was at least a 9 hour flight from where Y/N lived. And upon hearing that news, she bought a plane ticket immediately. Despite his absence, Y/N figured he still needed to know so she texted Jungwon about her flight.

And only a few hours later Jungwon was at her doorstep, shifting in place as if he hadn’t been radio silent for three weeks.

Jihan sighed when she opened the door, surprised he was there but decided to humor him for a bit. “Where have you been? Y/N’s been a mess, and her boyfriend hasn’t been doing his job.”

Jungwon pursed his lips at that. She wasn’t wrong of course, but hearing her say it out loud made him embarrassed. “I’m going to explain everything to her. Can you please just let me in?”

As much as Jihan wanted to slam the door in his face, she knew Y/N needed to talk to him so she directed him to her room.

Jungwon found his girlfriend on the floor of her room, eating Aero mints and watching Life in the Dreamhouse. He smiled sadly; because he remembered those chocolates were not only how the two of them met, but they were also her mom’s favorite.

“Y/N?”

The mourning girl paused her show the moment she heard her boyfriend’s voice, and turned around cautiously. It had been three weeks since they spoke and in that time he had been actively ignoring her. Because of that, she felt shitty. “Hi Jungwon, do you want an Aero mint?”

He smiled and sat down. “Of course. But you should stop eating so many of those, it’s unhealthy.”

Y/N handed him a chocolate and obseved his face, the one she hadn’t seen in so long. “Where have you been? I’ve missed you, and I’ve only had Jihan to lean on these days.”

“I’ve… missed you too my love.” Jungwon smiled and cupped her face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you. I’m sorry I ran away. I just didn’t want our time together to be spent mourning. With the way we live our lives, I wanted to protect that and only have us see the good in each other. That’s why I don’t show my bad parts to you, and why I ran away.”

Y/N wanted to laugh. What he was saying sounded ridiculous, and she could barely believe what she was hearing. He ignored her for three weeks because he only wanted her to see his good sides? The thought process didn’t quite make sense. Her mother died, and the one person closest to her didn’t make an effort to be there. It felt like bullshit.

“You think that’s going to make me feel better? I needed people by my side, and you weren’t there.” Y/N cried out. “In what world would I be okay with that?!”

“I thought it’s what you would’ve wanted!” Jungwon yelled. “The only reason we haven’t seen each other angry or upset is because we hide it from each other.”

Y/N thought about what he said and looked down at her hands. He was right, they hid many things from each other. When Jungwon lost his job, he didn’t see Y/N for 3 days. And when Y/N failed one of her classes, the same thing happened. It was something they never spoke to each other about, but assumed it was for the best.

But at what point did pretending to be happy all the time just turn into misery?

That’s when Y/N realized the most heartbreaking discovery of her teenage years.

“I understand. It’s how we chose to live, isn’t it? If we can’t protect our ideals, were they ever even strong to begin with?” Y/N answered. “I mean, we can’t keep them solid if we can’t uphold them, right?”

“But… what are the chances we’ve been living our lives incorrectly? Maybe the issue isn’t that we’ve been too lax with our thinking, maybe the issue is our thinking.”

Jungwon felt a feeling of sadness creeping up on him with her words. “You’re not happy, are you?”

Of course not. Y/N knew she could never be happy, not until she’s moved on. It was blatantly obvious at that point.

Her mom’s death and both Jungwon and her dad ghosting her made Y/N realize that couldn’t hide behind the thinly veiled screen of comfort that was her youth. She was about to turn 20. And as her youth begun to slip away, life’s failures had become more apparent. Choosing to stay ignorant of her fleeting youth was never a choice she made to stay happy. It was her running away from something inevitable, and Jungwon was a victim of that as well.

The two of them couldn’t have a healthy relationship if they were both too blissfully ignorant to face their realities. They only reinforced each other’s bad behaviors by actively staying together.

“No Jungwon, I’m not happy. I can’t be happy because my mom is… dead. And this is something I can’t pretend never happened. Not like the other times.” Y/N answered, as she gave Jungwon a sad smile.

“What do you mean?” He asked, slightly nervous for her response.

Jungwon didn’t want to break up with Y/N, she was the one thing he looked forward to each day. However, he’d be lying if he didn’t see it coming.

Y/N sighed. “If we’re always trying to live each day to its fullest and preserve our youths, how can we move on? My mom’s death made me realize that life can never be the way I want it to be, and I need to handle these situations head on and not run away just because I want to be happier.”

“But can’t we try to fix it?” Jungwon asked in a moment of slight desperation.

“I don’t think it’ll work out. I love you Jungwon, I really do, but we’re not good for each other. We’re too similar and we influence each other in bad ways. I think it’ll be better for us if we try to better ourselves individually.

And maybe one day, we’ll find a way back to each other.”

With tears spilling out, Jungwon hesitated for a second before giving Y/N a final hug. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be better for you, and I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to understand your feelings. I love you Y/N, and I always will.”

Underneath the glossy mist of first loves and fated encounters, there was a dark void that was waiting to suck them in at any given time. There was always always an undertone of wonderings such as ‘what’s next?’. It was time for them to wipe away that mist and stop being ignorant of their impending future.

And with that, Y/N’s first love was over. An Aero mint was left alone on the floor, untouched by its owner and unwanted by the one who gave it to him.

﹫ yyunari 🁢 1.29.23

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