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jjbalice · 3 months ago

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Martyr's Folly

Summary: Yunho helps and comforts the reader after they've accidentally cut too deep.

Genre: a hurt/comfort Yunho x reader oneshot

Word count: 4.81k (15-20 mins)

Trigger warnings: semi-descriptive self-harm (blood, cuts, use of blades - nothing too crazy, though, don't worry!), panicking, crying, mentions of relapsing, lots of pet names, nicknames, and physical affection lol, Yunho is a blessing

A/N: This fic is pretty personal since I've been struggling with not feeling valid enough because of the way I SH, which isn't the stereotypical kind you see in movies and such. In a way, it's an attempt at scaring myself from buying any actual blades mixed in with the comfort I crave whenever I slip up, I guess.

Baby cuts. Cat scratches. Damage dealt within the epidermis and the higher half of the dermis. Whatever you want to call it.

For a few weeks now, that's exactly what has been slowly but steadily appearing on your feet and lower calves. Or re-appearing, rather. A bad habit from the past coming back to haunt you all over again for no apparent reason.

No but seriously, what reason for doing this is there? You're happy, you have a stable part-time job on the side of your studies that are also going great, and an incredible boyfriend with whom you've just celebrated a 6-month anniversary. No real issues in your life as far as you can see.

Sure, sometimes you get caught up in a fight with your friends or parents, or even with Yunho, or maybe some of your insecurities hit extra strong on some days. But all of that is normal, right? Just some passing obstacles that get resolved in a few days tops.

So why are you here, at 3 am, staring at the husk of a person in the mirror? Why is your head so empty yet incomprehensibly full at the same time? Why are your hands all fidgety, getting ready to strike any moment?

Truth be told, you have no clue.

This was supposed to be a lovely weekend for you. You got off work early on Friday, securing enough time to pack your stuff at your dorm before heading to Yunho's apartment for a sleepover. He's been trying to convince you to move in with him after your anniversary, saying how it would be both cheaper and closer to your university. Both of those arguments are true, and yet you remain stubborn, wanting to keep your independence for just a bit longer.

Alas, Yunho has no choice but to respect your decision and settle for weekend sleepovers in the meantime.

And even those are great! The two of you get to talk for hours and play games, cook dinner together or order in and watch TV... Mainly, though, you get to cuddle and snuggle to your hearts' content (and maybe even do a bit more than that, if the opportunity and want arises).

That's also one of the main reasons for your hesitance over this whole... relapse thing.

Because of Yunho and his affectionate nature towards you, hiding the traces of your renewed habits became much more difficult. You couldn't cut where you used to before, all of those areas feeling way too exposed now.

And so, you settled on the bottom of your legs. Anything a pair of longer socks could easily hide without too much questioning from your boyfriend. Let's just say your feet are cold all the time now, even though summer's just barely starting to end.

Is it satisfying to harm there? No, not at all. The area is too small and angular, and the pain-to-mark ratio is nowhere near optimal. Everything feels too bony and stings more than other places, and all you get from it are the faintest of scratches.

But anything to at least partially quell the urge, right?

Well, not exactly.

If the razor blade hidden within the confines of your duffel bag was any proof, your methods weren't exactly effective.

You've never used an actual razor blade before, never even planned on trying it since you knew about the dangers of using it and how everything could get out of hand within seconds. Sure, the scissors and other sharp objects you've used until now weren't exactly perfect either, but they didn't put you at as much of a risk of going to the ER.

...So why did you buy the blade then?

Well, it was pretty cheap, first of all. You could just buy it, think about using it, and then throw it out without feeling too guilty about it, right? Not to mention how it helped you feel more valid about harming, even if you haven't used it yet. Self-harm is always depicted as razor blades on wrists, so even just owning one somehow helped you feel a bit more valid amidst the disappointing scratches on your leg.

It's been a week since you've bought said blade (or 5 blades rather, as they came in a pack - what a steal!). During that week, not much has happened to it. Right after you paid and got your receipt, you tossed the paper into a nearby trash can and stashed the pack of blades into your wallet. And there they were even later tonight, as you quietly crept to your bag to retrieve them, careful not to wake Yunho up.

But let's rewind back a bit. Back to where today's misfortune started.

Just like with everything else lately, you don't know why the urge to indulge washed over you specifically tonight. You and Yunho have spent such a fun evening together, lounging around and enjoying each other in whatever way felt right.

And yet, the moment the lights were turned off and your boyfriend spooned you from behind, holding you close while his breathing slowly evened out, it was as if something had shifted in the air. An overwhelming sense of emptiness washed over you, making you feel both completely dull and overstimulated. Yunho's arms around you felt both like an anchor and a vice, the opposing feelings adding even more to the already rising chaos in your mind. You were suddenly overly aware of every part of your body, as if your own skin was calling out to you.

You didn't want to.

You knew you had to.

As gently and quietly as you could, you unwrapped yourself from Yunho's embrace and got up. He let out a soft sigh at the loss of contact, and you had to admit, you already mourned it too.

Sneaking into the bathroom, you closed the door before turning on the lights. Avoiding the reflection in the mirror, you began searching through the cabinet under the sink. You didn't want to see yourself right now. If anything, it would just add to the confusing conflict raging within you, and you really didn't need that.

Rummaging through each shelf one more time, you let out a frustrated huff. There was nothing you could use. Well, save for the expensive-looking razor Yunho owned, but you really didn't have the patience or coherency to take apart your boyfriend's belongings.

It's time, then.

The return to the bedroom was a bit stressful, as you couldn't decide between searching through your duffel bag there or bringing it with you to the bathroom. Both options seemed too noisy right now, causing you to awkwardly loom over the bag for a few moments, chewing nervously on your bottom lip.

In the end, you decided to just risk it, crouching down to begin unzipping the top. Strangely enough, you kind of hoped Yunho would hear it and wake up. Maybe the shock of being caught would stop you for the time being and you could just go back to bed.

To both your luck and dismay, Yunho didn't wake up, his biggest reaction being the slightest stir of the sheets.

With your wallet in hand, you walked back to the bathroom, your steps a bit bolder this time. Now that you knew Yunho wouldn't wake up so easily, you didn't pay as much mind to the noise you were making.

In a weird way, you were upset. Upset he didn't wake up. Upset he didn't magically realize what your new obsession with socks could possibly mean. Upset he wasn't there to stop you right now.

But along with the upset came a strange feeling of calm. Joy, even.

He doesn't know. Nobody has any idea you're doing this right now. Nobody cares enough to find out anyway. You're free to reign over your body as you please, especially if it will finally shut down the confusing mess of emotions boiling within you.

It will, right?

It's 3 am. You're staying over at Yunho's apartment and he's currently sleeping in the bedroom next-door. You finally gather enough courage to look at yourself in the mirror, but it's rather disappointing. The shell standing in front of you doesn't bring up any emotions anymore. It doesn't even look like you, you think. Maybe this isn't you, after all. That's what you like to tell yourself whenever the moment is over, that this isn't actually the real you harming yourself. This is someone else taking hold of you and your upcoming actions.

You sit down on the cold bathroom floor, a razor blade in hand. When did you unpack them? The small paper packaging and 4 other blades are lying right next to you. Huh. Guess you did just now.

You don't bother taking off the socks. A precious thing like this shouldn't be used in such a shitty spot anyways.

Then again, you also don't exactly want to die right now, so the wrists are off-limits. Sure, you want to feel more valid and that place is the most stereotypical one to cut, but you're already holding the blade you thought you'd never dare use, so that's enough "progress" for now.

Now that you think about it, the thighs sound pretty scary too. You've always heard of some major arteries being located in the thigh. Perhaps you shouldn't risk it there then. Not yet, at least.

And so, like a coward, you move back to your lower leg.

To your defense, you do go considerably higher than usual! You pick a nice spot that's vaguely in the middle of the side of your leg, where your shins and calves would meet.

Deep breaths. You can do this. Just brace yourself and-

...

Oh fuck.

No, no, no nonono-

You knew the risks, you knew you should watch out for the pressure when using a razor blade for the first time since it's so much sharper than any pair of scissors you own, but somehow even the lessened pressure you put was too much.

Within seconds, blood started flowing to the surface. You dropped the blade, making it fly in a random direction as your hands trembled.

Your eyes welled with tears as, despite the blood, you could see a gash way deeper than any cut you'd ever made until now; you could literally see two parts of your skin split-

You're gonna throw up. Or faint. Or both. Oh fuck.

The first drops of blood fell onto the tiles just as your own tears pooled over. Your chest heaved with your labored breathing. You didn't know what to do.

Should you go to the ER? Will it stop on its own? Should you wake Yunho up? Oh god, you should probably wake Yunho up, shouldn't you.

Wiping your tear-stained face as best as you could with your shirt, you crawled over to the bathroom door. You were too scared to walk, afraid you'd faint if you stood up so suddenly.

As you sat by the door, another sob wracked through you. You couldn't calm down, you were too scared of what might happen if you didn't take care of the gash in time. And yet, you couldn't help but fear what might happen if you woke Yunho up. Now that you think about it, maybe it will just stop on its own and you can hide it for the rest of the weekend and then you'll just make up a story of how you got into an accident at work and-

One look at the trail of blood behind you was enough to get your hands on the door handle, pulling the door open on your second try. The door handle flew back up with a loud bang as you dropped back down, but the door was open at last. You pulled it fully open from where you sat, taking a few shallow breaths once you did so.

"...Y/N?"

Now. Now he wakes up. Not at any point before you could have done this. Now.

In the back of your mind, a strange feeling of anger bubbled up. Somehow, you wanted to blame Yunho for not getting to you sooner. But the second you realized what your brain was trying to do, you felt another pang of nausea hit you.

Yunho was not to blame in the slightest. This is all you. You started this, you went through with it, and now you're crawling back to him for help. Don't even try to put any blame on him, no matter how much easier it would make this whole thing to stomach.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

Right, he was awake. The shuffling of the sheets coming from the bedroom confirmed as much.

You tried to call out to him but choked on another sob instead.

All of your fear of being seriously hurt and needing help immediately shifted, transforming into the most heart-wrenching wave of guilt imaginable. Just what have you done? Why are you burdening someone else with this? Are you really going to make him see this?

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the first footstep. All the raging panic hit you anew, making you speak before you could think.

"W-wait!" You cried, an unknown feeling of desperation clutching your chest. "Please, please don't come here, please."

To your surprise, the footsteps actually stopped.

"...I'm waiting, but please tell me what's going on," Yunho replied with obvious unease.

Well, uh. You haven't exactly thought this far, have you?

"O-okay, I, well, I," you stumbled over your words, trying to work through the mush of your brain to come up with anything even barely comprehensible. "I did something really bad and I think I need your help but you have to promise not to be mad. I don't know what to do but please don't be upset."

Selfish. That's what you were. Even amongst all this chaos and pain you were about to drag Yunho into, all you could think about was saving your own face and evading consequences.

"Y/N, I'm sorry but I'm coming in," Yunho suddenly announced, and the footsteps resumed. "I need to see if you're okay, I promise I won't be mad."

There was no escaping it now. You could only brace yourself for the worst, whatever that would entail.

Two feet stood before your hunched-over form. You didn't dare look up, you didn't dare see what he was feeling.

As carefully as he could, Yunho stepped around you and further into the bathroom. You heard the scraping of metal across tiles before the cabinet doors opened. A towel, a first aid kit, and a medium-sized, colorful box appeared before you, along with your boyfriend in his cozy pajamas. Still, you didn't dare look up.

Wordlessly, he propped your injured leg up as gently as he could, as if he was handling the finest china in the world. Placing the dark grey towel under it, blood immediately rolled down and seeped into the material.

"Okay, this might seem a bit weird, but just- I'm not an expert or anything, far from it, really, but-"

As Yunho rambled nervously, you watched his hands tear open a pack of pads. Ever since your sleepovers became a more regular thing, he'd made sure to keep some in his apartment at all times in case of an emergency. Never had he thought he'd use them in this type of emergency, though.

You watched in confusion as he pulled out one of the pads, opening it and double-checking which side was sticky and which was dry. Unable to hide his worried grimace as he got closer to the wound, he pressed the cotton pad against it.

"I- I probably have something better in the first aid kit to stop the bleeding, but while I look through it, just hold that down to the cut, okay?"

You nodded weakly, deciding not to ask any questions and just let your boyfriend try to fix you. Not that you could say much anyway, not with the way your throat had dried and closed up from all the anxiety.

You silently kept watch as Yunho fumbled through the red bag, noticing the slight tremors in his hands. When you looked at his face, however, it appeared surprisingly neutral.

Ah, so he was trying to stay calm to not worry you any further, but on the inside, he was freaking out just as much as you, if not more. Great. You didn't think you could feel more guilt than you already had, but guess not.

"I'm sorry it's taking so long," he spoke up again, "Mingi would get injured all the time before he'd moved out - you know how clumsy he can get - and I, uh, haven't exactly taken the time to re-organize everything. Sorry."

Your lips twitched into the smallest of smiles, along with a hushed "It's okay, babe".

Yunho's eyes shot up at your words, mirroring your soft smile with his own. Pausing his search for just a second, he leaned over and planted a quick, reassuring kiss on your forehead. "You're right. I'll take good care of you, don't worry. After the first accident Mingi had here, I bought some steri-strips... They should still be around here somewhere, but we threw the original packaging away, so they're just a bit hard to find."

You hummed in understanding, hoping you could ease at least some of his worries by showing him you were doing alright.

Somehow, the moment Yunho appeared in the doorway, all of your previous panic stopped. It was as if through his presence, the jumbled mess of worries surrounding you had split into two. Yunho had graciously shouldered the worries about your physical state, while you focused on keeping his mental well-being in check. All of the fear about his reaction to this situation as a whole was still there, of course, but for the time being, you'd managed to shove them to the back of your mind. It was something to worry about later, when the two of you could calm down and properly talk to each other.

For now, all you had to do was just worry about Yunho while he worried about you.

"Finally!" Yunho sighed in relief, fishing out two small packs of steri-strips. "Okay. Let's do this, then."

But as he shuffled closer to your leg again, he paused.

"Wait, I'm sorry for assuming," he began while opening the first set, "but you don't want to go to the hospital, right? They'd obviously do a much better job than me, but since you said you needed my help, I just, I guessed that- you know. Should we go to the hospital instead?"

You immediately shook your head no, making Yunho smile faintly, glad to have read you right and that he wasn't wasting time trying to play hero.

You were thankful he didn't insist on taking you to the hospital. You knew it would probably be for the best, but right now, in your state, you couldn't even fathom going. You were terrified just crawling to the door to beg for Yunho's help, let alone driving to the opposite part of town to have complete strangers examine you.

"Right then," Yunho sighed, mentally steeling himself for the next step. "Can you feel your leg fine? Feeling faint or anything?"

You just shook your head, slowly easing the pressure you held on the cut. "I'm okay, I think. Just a little shaken up still."

Yunho nodded thoughtfully, helping you unstick the bloody pad from your hand. Luckily, it seemed that most of the bleeding had stopped, at least for now. "It's okay, I'm a bit out of it too."

"Sorry for making you do this," you whispered sincerely, but Yunho quickly stopped you again.

"Don't be sorry, Y/N. I know you didn't mean to do this. You wouldn't have called for me like that if things went down the way you wanted them to."

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything after that, feeling your throat tighten as a fresh wave of tears rushed to your eyes.

You averted your gaze as Yunho began cleaning the area as gently as he could before placing the strips down, helping hold the wound shut. Four strips helped the cut close up, and then two were laid on top of them to help everything stay put. Despite no professional medical training, you swear your boyfriend could do anything like an expert first-try. Well, considering him saying something about treating Mingi's injuries, he might have actually trained a bit already. Either way, you could feel your nerves easing a considerable bit at the sight of the gash finally closed-up.

"There we go," Yunho said contently, giving your other leg a gentle pat. "Just stay put a little longer, okay? I'm gonna clean up a bit in here."

Oh, that's right.

You were so out of it you completely forgot about the blades scattered around, the blood dripping across the floor, the towel, pads, first aid kit, everything.

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on your breathing. It has mostly returned to normal, but you could still feel a lot of tightness in your chest.

"Hey now, don't go falling asleep on me, okay?" You heard Yunho calling out to you a few meters away, making you peek one eye open.

He was kneeling by the sink, scrubbing at the dirty tiles. When he noticed you looking at him, he flashed you a quick, comforting smile.

"'m not falling asleep," you protested, "I'm just resting a bit, sorry."

"It's okay, I was just a little worried."

Yeah. That's definitely one way to put how Yunho was likely feeling right now.

But that could be dwelled on and discussed later. For now, all you had to do was sit still, breathe deep, and stay strong.

...

"You still with me, princess?"

You opened your eyes again, this time to find Yunho sitting in front of you. You don't know how much time has passed, too focused on pacing your breaths, saying the alphabet forwards and backwards, thinking about your favorite TV show moments - anything to calm down, really.

When he saw you were still fully awake, he pulled out a gauze bandage with a small smile. "We should be fine with just the steri-strips, but let me wrap this up for you to be one hundred percent safe, okay?"

You let him do as he pleased, trusting his judgment better than your own at the moment. As he bandaged your leg, you looked around the room, noticing everything was back the way it was before you'd entered.

"I put the, uh, the blades away for now," Yunho continued, a nervous edge to his tone. "I didn't want to just throw them away without permission, but leaving them out here in the open didn't seem like a great idea either. Sorry if it seems distrustful, it's just... you know."

"You're scared I might do it again," you finished for him, making him nod hesitantly. "It's okay, I get it."

It was honestly surprising how easy it was to talk to Yunho about this. Maybe it's because he already saw the worst of it, maybe it was the way he took such gentle care of you, or maybe it was just his entire attitude about this so far. Caring, non-judgemental, open to listen.

"Alright then, I think we're done here. Let's get you to bed, shall we?"

Before you could respond, you were picked up by a pair of strong, warm hands. You wanted to object for a split second, but on second thought, maybe it was in your best interest not to move too much right now.

A few moments later, you were laid back down on the bed, a soft kiss pressed to your temple before you were shrouded in your blanket. With a whispered promise of returning again, Yunho rushed back to turn off the lights and close the door, enveloping the two of you in darkness. You waited a second, two, and then the bed dipped behind you with a quiet creak.

"Come here." Yunho's arms wrapped around your waist from behind again, holding you closer than before. "Is this okay? Should I give you space?"

"It's fine, Yuyu."

His chest shook with a small chuckle. "Oh come on, don't call me that right now." He somehow snuggled up even closer to you, pressing his face into your neck. "I'm already emotional enough as is."

A beat or two of silence passed between the two of you before he spoke up again.

"Was this," Yunho paused, hesitating for a second, "was this the first time you did something like this, or are there... more?"

You sighed. "Well, this was the first time I've messed up like this and used an actual razor blade, but in general? There's been a few instances, yeah. Most of them happened years ago, but lately, it started up again."

Yunho stayed quiet this time. As the silence stretched on, you began to grow worried. Is this the moment where he gets mad at you?

A sniffle broke through the air, quickly followed by another. The hold around your waist tightened.

"It's the socks, isn't it?" Yunho barely choked out, voice trembling.

Never have you felt so guilty in your life before.

"I thought it was weird, I wanted to ask you about it, I really did," he sobbed, burying his wet face further into your shirt. "I didn't want to make you feel bad about it if it was genuinely just something you preferred, so I held back, but it worried me anyway. I should have asked so much sooner."

"Yu..." You tried to turn around in his embrace, but he stopped you, not letting you see his tearful eyes. "Honey, it's not your fault in the slightest, please don't beat yourself up about it."

"But I should have-"

"Just listen to the same advice you gave me, hm? You never wanted this to happen, you wouldn't be so torn up about it otherwise. It's really not your fault."

With what you assumed to be a watery hum of agreement, Yunho nodded into your back.

You tried to turn around again, and this time, Yunho finally let you. You watched as his silhouette sat up, reaching around for the tissue box on the nightstand before wiping his tears and blowing his nose.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, crumpling the tissue and putting it away, "you're the one hurting and I'm making it all about myself."

You tutted softly as he laid back down, shuffling closer to him to drape yourself over his broad chest. "That's not true, Yun. I know this is really hard on you as well, you have all the right to be upset. Please don't hide it just because I'm also in pain."

"Okay," he accepted, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

The room stayed quiet for another few minutes, save for the faint rustling of the sheets as you intertwined one of your hands with his.

"If it's okay," Yunho croaked in a careful, ginger tone, "could we maybe talk more about this tomorrow? I feel like I have over a million questions right now, but I don't want to overwhelm you when you should be resting."

You let out a small, sleepy chuckle. "Yeah, that sounds good. I think I'll also feel a bit better if we talk about this some more tomorrow. It's a bit embarrassing even now when I know that you know, but I trust you enough to share this part of me, I think."

Yunho leaned down to kiss the top of your head, making you smile. "Thank you, you have no idea how much that means to me. And please, never feel embarrassed about this. Just because this stuff is not talked about enough doesn't mean your feelings are wrong or not valid. We'll figure this out together, I promise. No matter what it takes."

"Okay. I look forward to tomorrow," you said, pressing a quick peck to his sternum before lying down again. "Goodnight, Yuyu."

"Goodnight, love."

Please, don't hesitate to reblog or comment!! Any kind of feedback is much appreciated!! <333

(Also would once again like to say that this was not meant to romanticize SH in any way, and I hope it did not come across that way. Take care, everyone <3)

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semisolidmind · 9 months ago

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About the cartoon episode dreams.

What if when the other Smiling Critters show up in them, they kinda... act/react out of character for a second. Before getting back into character and smiling again. Some are wistful, and glad that at least one of them survived. Others are kinda salty that Catnap, of all critters, is one of the ones that survived after all he did. (Nothing more than like a brief gasp, them just pausing to stare in horror at the Catnap innocently perching on Y/N's shoulder, or a sad sigh and somber expression before snapping back into place.)

Just something ever so slightly amiss about those Red Smoke induced dreams.

exactly what i was thinking

like, the very first "episode" that y/n experiences is their introduction into the critters' world. they're found, dazed and confused in the woods, by dogday, who of course wants to help them and introduce them to his friends. they wander the woods for a bit, y/n following dogday and listening to him talk about how neat all his friends are. there's something...sad about it, but y/n has no idea why.

after walking a ways, dogday stops suddenly. he's flung an arm out in front of y/n to stop them too, almost protectively. he stares wide-eyed and completely still at a tree to their left. his ever present grin turns down at the edges, and he goes quiet. y/n follows his line of sight to a branch higher up.

a purple cat snoozes in the tree, his long tail dangling in the open air. it flicks occasionally. he seems to sense the presence of our heroes, because he slowly opens his eyes, stretching before turning towards them. his smile grows at the sight of his friend, and he tilts his head curiously at the new arrival standing next to him.

y/n feels a chill down their spine at his stare. they don't know why, but...they feel like they need to run.

then dogday says a cheery hello, seemingly broken out of his trance, and ease returns to the scene. the cat, introduced as dogday's best buddy catnap, comes down from the tree. he silently stares at y/n as dogday introduces them, a big smile on his face. y/n greets him nicely, and after a beat, the cat takes hold of y/n's hand. they get the feeling he's saying that he's ready to go. dogday laughs at his friend's silly ways, grabs y/n's other hand, and leads the group on.

the trio continues through the woods, dogday and y/n laughing and carrying on while catnap remains silent. y/n can feel him intermittently squeezing their fingers or rubbing his thumb on the back of their palm, feeling the bones underneath. they wonder if he or his friends have ever seen a human before.

after a short while, the two critters and their new friend come upon a clearing with a cluster of adorably themed houses. y/n, amused, figures the scratching post and the dog house are the homes of their two new little buddies.

in a big circle in the clearing, a group of critters similar to their two companions are happily playing.

they see a rabbit and a bird playing soccer, an elephant and a unicorn scribbling on some paper and painting at an easel, and a bear and a pig seemingly setting up a picnic. it looks nice. it's a beautiful day for all of them, and they all look so content. y/n feels a pang in their chest.

they want to cry, and they're not sure why.

dogday notices, and gently squeezes their hand. he says nothing, but the sad, shaky smile he gives them speaks volumes.

it's quickly gone when the rabbit notices him and calls his name. the other critters look up as well, a myriad of hellos raising a joyous cadence in the air. they all look so happy to see dogday. their curiosity at y/n is apparent as well, asking who they are and where they come from. the critters all have questions about them, and y/n does their best to answer them.

then catnap steps out from behind y/n's back.

the group of critters all go silent.

they all stare at him; some horrified, some angry. not even a breath is taken in at the sight of the drowsy feline. if catnap is put off by his friend's reactions to him, he makes no indication. though his grip on y/n's hand tightens.

but then the critters snap back to attention. it's almost like they've all decided unanimously to ignore catnap altogether. he doesn't react, his gaze trained on y/n just like the others. his grin hasn't moved.

the critters introduce themselves. bubba, crafty, hoppy, kickin, picky, and bobby. y/n feels like they know them all already. after dogday informs them all that y/n is trying to find a way home, the critters agree that they'll do what they can to help.

the episode ends in static.

y/n wakes up.

———

–more thoughts; dogday, catnap, and y/n are the ones who feel the strangeness of the dreams the most. the other critters have their moments, but not as often. otherwise most of the dialogue is pretty standard for a kids cartoon.

– another sad thought is that in each dream, the other smiling critters start to dissapear, one by one, confusing dogday and y/n (catnap seems...unresponsive. he also tends to dissapear when the others do, but comes back). they try and try to find them, but they're nowhere to be found. eventually, dogday and catnap are the only ones left. dogday has been getting angrier and angrier at catnap, and he's not sure why. the cat remains as pleasantly lackadaisical as always, though at times his grin seems to freeze and pupils seem to shrink.

–each critter gets an episode where they try to help y/n and y/n helps them in some way. each one would have y/n giving advice on how to solve a problem, using the cutout dialogue from the game as inspiration for the problems the critters face. helping bubba remember something he forgot, helping kickin overcome a fear, helping crafty finish a painting she struggles with, find bobby when she gets lost, helping hoppy reach a goal, helping picky try something new.

after a critter has their own episode, they dissapear.

#ooooooooh the angst potential is through the roof #yn and dogday are gonna go through so much more hurt #poppy playtime

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sivyera · 11 months ago

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HI!! I'M REAL SUCKER FOR DISNEY AND PIXAR MOVIES SO IF YOU COULD DO SOMETHING WITH THEM? LIKE DISNEY PRINCESSES OR JUST A MIX OF DISNEY AND PIXAR CHARACTERS HEDCANONS DATING?!! THANK YOU A LOTTT!!!!

i hope you like it! i wanted to give a credit to those forgotten characters because you didn't tell me what specific characters you want so..

Disney/Pixar characters dating hc's

ft. pocahontas, diego, prince philip, aurora, kida, ember lumen, simba, tigress, killian, nod, robyn goodfellowe, belle

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-Pocahontas - Pocahontas

-i see a secret relationship with her, because of her father... so she will sneak out at night to your teepee just to see you and cuddle with you.

-exploring the nature together like hiking hills and mountains, swimming in every river, lake, sea,... while splashing water on each other.

-when you are having trouble falling asleep, she will sing to you, probably a lullaby from her mother or some she wrote for you.

-matching bracelets and it's a BIG deal for her. it's like a promise ring to her so if you take it off (without a good reason!) she will be really upset.

-grandmother Willow wants to meet you so bad but Pocahontas refuses. not because she's ashamed of you or something, but because she talked about you to grandmother Willow so many times so she's scared what grandmother willow might say

-she will pick different types of rocks, feathers, crystals, flowers,... and bring them to you and say something like "this reminds me of you" "this is almost as beautiful as you"

-Ice Age - Diego

-hunting together. he finds it hot when you hunt so he may lose his focus, if you smack him or growl at him; he will snap out of his trance.

-watching after each other all the time. Diego was with the wrong guys from the start so he was always 'alone' even when he was with Soto. when he met Manny and Sid it got better but then Manny met Ellie etc,... so he tends to protect others before him, he puts others before him so when you watch after him and he watches after you it feels right to him, makes him feel safe

-he will tease you A LOT. i mean he's a man AND a cat, what did you expect. so when is winter he will push you on ice or throw you into a snow and when you get angry and start chasing him, he will just laugh because he's stronger then you so in case he can pin you down

-cuddles and a lot of purring. at night, when Diego gets tired he become a huge cuddly cat. you two are alone in your shared cave so he just snuggles to you or put his paw around you. and at day time around Manny and Sid he's the 'tough guy' again.

-when you are mad at him, he will bring small dead animals to you or some flowers or he will do things for you and he will be 'nice' to Sid, Crash and Eddie just so you see how good boyfriend he is and so you can forgive him faster.

-Sleeping Beauty - Prince Philip

-he's a real gentleman. he will hold the door for you, dance with you, read with you, ride a horse with you, take your shoes off, massage your back or feet,....

-riding a horse with you or walking through the royal gardens hand in hand are his two favourite activities to do with you. he loves you a lot and he loves your ideas and opinions (he basically loves how your brain works yk) so when you two are walking through the gardens while talking... he just love it!

-sneaking you inside the castle at night and outside at early morning from the start because of his parents reaction, or he will sneak outside at nigh to your house in town.

-he will bring you flowers at least twice a week because he can. i mean he doesn't have a specific reason for it he just wants to see you smile

-baking with each other! hear me out i feel like he's a huge fan of baking so when you said you can bake, he was SO happy! he will try and help you or he will just watch. for sure he will eat it almost all

-he loves when you touch his hair. it makes him feel safe and it calms him down. he doesn't like back scratches or massages JUST playing with his hair.

-Sleeping Beauty - Aurora

-collect wild strawberries, raspberries, blueberries and other wild fruits. this may sound weird but she loves it. she's with the love of her life; you, she's in nature which she loves so much, also with animals, that's why she loves it so much. it's many things she loves at the same time.

-dancing and singing around the house with each other. she doesn't care if you cannot dance nor sing, you can just swing around and hum with her, and it will make her happy!

-Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather are always giggling and 'running' around while watching you two, telling each other how lucky Aurora is and how cute you two look,...

-they will also make you matching dresses. and yes, they will fight over the smallest things while doing it. the dresses ended up really pretty! it was simple two blue dresses with your initials on the other side of the dress (like under?)

-cooking and baking together. you are also such a good team, when Aurora washes the dishes you dry them, or she mix the ingredience you decorate the cake

-she's also pretty touchy at all times like she will walk behind you in the kitchen and just touch or slightly squeeze you arm/shoulder. also pretty cuddly so mostly at nights she will put her head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat OR she will hug you from behind and put her head in your neck.

-Atlantis: The Lost Empire - Kida

-matching crystal bracelets. she has her blue one and you have the same one just your favourite color. she will kiss your crystal multiple times so when you are sad or feeling lonely and she's not near, you can kiss it like you kiss her, yk

-swimming late at night together. feeling her hands traveling on your body under the water with a smirk because when you relax in her touch and lost focus, she will splash water on you and swim away a bit, just to tease you.

-playing with her hair. she loves it because it kinda reminds her of her mother so it brings her a lot of comfort and when you do it, she's over the moon!

-braiding small braids in her hair which she will have until they unravel.

-she will hunt and you will cook, there is no other way. and she always eats all the food saying how delicious it was and how you are so good, sometimes she will even watch how you prepare the food just so she can see your hands work...

-having her hands ATTACHED to your waist. she just loves it there! and whenever she can, she will squeeze your waist or just put her hands on it.

-Elemental - Ember Lumen

-one of the main reasons she fall in love with you is that when you are near her, she's calm. like it's so weird how you can control her without knowing, so when she was in the shop with her dad she could (and probably will) lose her temper at some customer, but when you are there (talking to her or her mom or anyone else, or no one!) she's calm and relaxed

-she will admire you a lot. it's some kind of habit of her, when she was little she admired her father a lot... now when she's adult, she admires you (and still her father) because you can handle her, and you love her no matter what...

-she will make you ton of things from glass/lava, you have full room of them and you love it! mostly when she has delivery she quickly knock at your door, give you her gift from the glass she handmade and say something like "you look beautiful today, bye" "i love you, bye"

-she also uses the delivery as a way of saying 'nice' things to you, i mean she just gets so nervous around you and she cannot flirt for her own good so...

-at night she loves to fall asleep next to you while holding your hand. she moves a lot in her sleep and she gets 'hot' quickly so she doesn't want to hurt you and she needs a space but she also wants to be near you so holding your hand is the best.

-Lion King - Simba

-he will show you off all the time! i mean you are his mate, his queen, his goddess, his pride so of course he's gonna show you off to everyone.

-he will let you have the first bite. that's a really strong gesture of love because we know that alpha/king male lions eats first, then lionesses and then cubs... but Simba let's you have the first bite and then you eat together.

-he's a flirt and a tease so he will say a lot of cheese things like when you wake up in the morning "you look stunning, my love" following by "god, how lucky i am to have you, love"

-he also craves for your touch. so snuggling his nose in your neck because that's where the most of your natural scent is and just breaths in.

-protective af! like a lot because you are his EVERYTHING, like literally. so he's almost everytime with you, just when you REALLY need privacy he'll leave you alone.

-Sarabi loves you and she often tease her son about how much he loves you etc. which Simba hates but you find it cute how she keeps talking and Simba's rolling his eyes and saying that it's not true.

-Kung Fu Panda - Tigress

-Tigress is pretty tough, so if she falls in love with you; you must be special. i mean she's capable of love and all, she just doesn't focus on that, she's mainly focused on training and kung fu so...

-training together! that's a need, she will make you workout at least twice a week so you can be fit and healthy, if you want more you can train more... if you are sick or on your period you can just sit there and watch her

-she will try to impress you and show off her muscles and skills to you. like a way of proving to you that she can protect you and take care of you, so she can make you feel safe..

-a lots of scratching behind the ear and purring. she loves it! she'll lay on your stomach, wrap her arms around your waist and just cuddle to you while you can scratch her behind her ears.

-master Shifu knew that she's in love with you before she realized! he know his daughter so he was ready for it... maybe he panicked a bit from the start and talked to Oogway first, he calmed him down and the both of them were really supportive and happy for her.

-Mantis, Monkey, Crane, Viper and Po were also really happy for her, and they teased her a lot about it which she than repaid them in training.

-she's also really really protective and possessive. if someone hurt you, she will go FERAL.

-Spies in Disguise - Killian

-Killian is a villain so he is extremely protective of you. Cameras everywhere around the house, tracking your phone and laptop (watch, car,...) so he knows where you are... he also sends your personal bodyguards with you (in case he has a meeting or business.

-he spoils you, A LOT! he often shops with you, to see all those outfits and you smiley face, but there are times when he cannot which mean he'll send you at least 3 bodyguards to protect you (he has like 20 bodyguards watching over you but shh)

-he loves how he can relax when he's near you. often, when he comes home, late, he sits on his huge velvet chair with a red wine while you sit in front of him; talking.

-like i said he spoils you at normal days but on your b-day or valentine's day or christmas!! you have everything you can think of, you look at that thing and he's already paying.

-he doesn't really like when you took his hair, like he doesn't mind but he prefers when you stroke your nails, softly on his arm up and down. that's much better for him.

-Epic - Nod

-Nod is another teaser. he will gently poke your waist or gently pinch your arm and laugh everytime you slap his hand but when you aren't looking he will whisper "ow" under his nose.

-his father loves you, he thinks that you keep Nod calm and focused on many thing, which he needs.

-he'll race you through the forest on your hummingbirds and when he wins he'll brag about it for a week and if you win, he'll also brag about it to others how awesome his girlfriend is.

-i feel like he loves dancing so he will dance with you around, mostly on the balcony of your shared bedroom, mostly at middle of the night.

-he's keeping an eye on you every single second. always when you are near him and not right next to him, he'll turn to look at you from time to time just to make sure you are safe.

-when you two are cuddling, he'll probably lay his head on your chest and make you play with his hair or he'll make you to lay on his chest so he can play with your hair, it just depends on his mood.

-Wolfwalkers - Robyn Goodfellowe

-Robyn will want to be with you every single minute she can, because she loves you so much! i believe that it takes her some time to fall in love and deeply care about someone, you also have to be a bit "special" to her to fall in love, but when she does, she loves deeply and strongly

-she's a hunter, in her human body or wolf form, doesn't matter she's a hunter, hunter blood runs through her veins, so you two will spend a lot of time in the forest just hanging around...

-Mebh will be a little suspicious about you from the start but eventually she will like you and she's just happy that Robyn is happy, same with Robyn's father and Moll.

-she trusts you a lot, so she will show you her wolf form and even tell you that she's a wolfwalker. she loves when you scratch her behind her ear or just stroke her fur.

-if you're a wolfwalker as well then you two are running through the woods all the time.

-Robyn love when you braid her hair. you can make her two braids and she'll fall asleep with them or you can make her a pony-tail and she'll hunt with it,..

-Beauty and the Beast - Belle

-Belle is really loving person but she's introvert, which means she needs a time to open herself truly. i mean she'll share many stuff with you but after some time she'll share some deep thoughts and stuff like that.

-you two will have "your talks" every single saturday. it means that you two sit on a picnic blanket outside or near the fireplace inside (depends on the weather) and talk about books you've read and gossip and just talk about everything.

-she will mark every sentence or word that she finds amazing like "kiss me until i'm sick of it" and the say it to you.

-she can be shy but that doesn't mean she cannot flirt and you'd be surprise from the start that she can flirt like this with just a giggle

-Belle loves touching you. braiding your hair, stroking your hand with her thumb, kissing your shoulder... doesn't really matter, she's just touch starved

-reading to each other. if one of you cannot fall asleep because of any reason, the other one will read 'till falling asleep. she finds it really comforting because she loves your voice.

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readerstories · 2 months ago

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Morning Sunshine - Worst Wolverine x male!reader

This man is just stuck in my brain, and won't leave. Can be read as stand alone, but it is a sequel to my last Logan fic (AO3)

Warnings/tags: male reader, smut, frottage, oral/blowjobs, handjobs, biting, thigh fucking

Wordcount: 2703

Summary: The morning after offering Logan some higher tier whiskey. Or; you wake up with Logan's morning wood pressed against your ass.

When you wake up, it’s to the sun shining through your curtains, and to Logan’s strong arms wrapped around you from behind.

Last night, after a shower and some food, you had curled into bed together, both of you in boxers, him borrowing some of yours. You had not bothered to set an alarm, which is why your alarm clock is showing it’s almost noon. You yawn and stretch, feeling like a lazy cat. The arms around your waist tighten minutely before there’s a grunt from behind you.

“Morning sunshine.” The only reply you get is a deep sigh, air brushing over the hair on the back of your neck before he presses his face there, his beard, or rather mutton chops, scratching your neck, seemingly trying to go back to sleep, if he’s even awake.

Well, at least some of Logan is, as you feel his hard dick pressed into your ass. He’s not moving against you or actively trying to press you against him, but it’s certainly noticeable.

For a few moments you do nothing, waiting with baited breath to see if he’s going to do anything.

When his breathing stays even and warm against your neck, the thought of just joining him in dreamland again enters your mind. But, you’re too awake, and his hard cock against your ass is making your own stir in your boxers.

So, you move your hips back, pressing your ass firmly against his erection. There’s another grunt from behind you, arms tightening around your waist.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Logan’s voice is low, almost more of a rumble than words, but you understand him well enough. The sound of it goes straight to your hardening dick.

“Waking the rest of you up, since your dick has already started this party.” You rock your hips back, arousal building slowly and lazily. His arms move, one grasping at your hip to pull you back towards him, the other moves upwards to pinch a nipple. You moan, cock twitching in your boxers at the feeling, and the feeling of a damp spot starting to form on your ass.

Logan is a lot more awake now, breathing heavily against your neck, hands squeezing and playing with you, hips rocking into you as you move back and forth.

You want to kiss him, steal those muted moans he is letting out with your own lips and tongue, but it feels good just rocking together like this, lazily chasing pleasure and heat.

Logan shifts behind you, and for a moment you are worried he’s trying to get up, but instead there are teeth on your shoulder seconds later, biting down. It’s a lot more gentle than last night, (some of the bite marks ache now), but it makes arousal shoot through you anyway, making you moan out loud.

“Fuck, Logan.” The uttering of his name is breathless, making his hips stutter in the rhythm he has set as your hand goes behind you to tangle in his hair and tug. He groans, placing a sloppy kiss on the bite mark. His arm under you moves, but only so he can pull your boxers down with both hands. You kick them off to the floor, Logan’s own following right after yours.

When Logan tugs you closer again, you feel his cock leak directly onto your ass, hot and hard pressing against your cheeks. One of his hands squeezes your ass, the other is back on your hip, pulling you against him in slow drags. You moan, hand back in his hair, the other gripping the sheets.

“Can I fuck your thighs?” Your brain takes a few moments to catch up with the low spoken words.

“What?”

“Can. I. Fuck. Your. Thighs.” Each word is punctuated with a roll of Logan’s hips, you can’t help but moan at the movement.

“Honestly, you can fuck any part of me that you want if you give me some time.”

“Impatient.” You don’t fully know if Logan is talking about himself or you, not that you really care, because now you’ve started thinking about his cock between your thighs, and okay, yeah, it sounds hot.

“Fuck, shit, give me a moment to grab some lube.” You let go of his hair and lean away from him, stretching just enough that you can open the drawer on your nightstand to fumble around for the bottle. It gives Logan just enough room to let his fingers ghost down your back, over your ribs, following your spine to the top of your ass. The feather light touch somehow fills you with more anticipation for what's to come, and heat pools in your gut as you lean back to give him the lube.

Logan takes it, dropping it between your back and his stomach for a moment, as his hands move your ass and legs to where he wants them. Then there’s the unmistakable sound of the bottle uncapping, and then he’s drizzling lube over your inner thighs. You shiver at how cold it is, but also how it fuels your arousal, your cock twitching where it stands hard and untouched.

As the bottle is closed, you close your legs together, rubbing them against each other so the lube spreads and warms up. A firm hand lifts your leg up, creating just enough space for his dick to slide through. He grunts, one arm going over your waist, his other hand pulling on your hip on the mattress.

Your own cock is leaking, but it gets ignored as Logan rocks into the space between your thighs. You could take it into your own hand, but you just hold onto his hair and forearm instead, letting Logan control the pace.

He grunts and groans from behind you, his cock firm and leaking all over your thighs, mixing with the lube that gives him a pleasant slide. Just the wet sounds of it, and his low voice in your ear is making your cock leak pre-come. You don’t think you can come from just this, but every push of his hips and groan from his lips makes zings of pleasure wind their way through you.

Every so often his dick brushes against yours, which makes your breath hitch, and him chuckle behind you. He presses his face against the back of your neck again, letting you feel his teeth dance over your skin as his hips slam into your thighs. He doesn’t bite this time, but the threat of it, and his beard rubbing against you feels like heaven.

Add to that a strong body pressed against you and moving you like you weigh nothing, and it has you whining somewhere high in your throat. Logan chuckles again, a sound you think you could die for, arousal flowing through you even stronger, making you leak down onto the sheet below as you feel more of his pre-come mixing into the mess between your thighs.

He takes what can almost be called pity on you, moving his arm and dislodging your hand as he spits in his palm before he takes your cock in hand, making a fist around it. Your own curls into the sheets again, knuckles straining.

“Come on, fuck my hand like you mean it.” Logan’s voice is gruff and low, seeding shivers down your spine. You do as you’re told, groaning loudly, which he mirrors as by fucking into his hand, you also slide his cock in and out from between your thighs. He lets you set the rhythm, which you decide is going to be fast, as fast as you can move like this at least, trapped between his body and his hand.

There’s nowhere you’d rather be, the heat of arousal washing over you as you fuck into his hand, his dick brushing against sensitive skin over and over again.

Logan doesn’t let you have all the fun though, hand not on your cock wandering all over what he can reach. Squeezing your ass and your thigh, blunt nails scratching down your back making you hiss, pleasure following the slight sting. For a split second you wonder if he would ever use his claws (and if your body would even allow that), but you file it away.

For another time.

Now, all you want is for him to cum, to coat your thighs even more than he currently is.

“Logan.” It’s more a gasp than a word, but he seems to understand, as his hand squeezes and then pushes at your hip. With minimal maneuvering and strength he has you on your front, hand still on your cock as he’s fully pressed against your back, pressing you down into the mattress. He’s heavy, a lot heavier than you would expect even from someone his size. You absentmindedly wonder if he has metal other places in his body, and not just his claws.

That thought is quickly lost to the ether though, as his knees on the outside of your legs press them together so he still has a space to fuck into, controlling the speed once more as his movements push you into his hand. His cock brushes against the underside of your balls, making both of your breaths hitch.

As Logan cums, he moans your name, loud and breathless against your shoulder before biting down on your shoulder, right over a mark from yesterday. You yelp in pain, but then sigh in bliss as pain turns into pleasure, and you feel his cum dripping down between your thighs and onto the mattress. You also feel some drip onto your cock, and though you try to fuck into his hand, you have no leverage to move back and forth with his weight on top of you.

“Come onnnnn.” You whine, and he grunts.

You let out another yelp as you’re flipped over onto your back. Logan steals a quick kiss, one you don’t have time to respond to before he is down at your thighs, licking away the mixture of lube and himself from the warm skin. You moan loudly, both hands going to his hair, tugging and trying to move him upwards, either to your cock or mouth, you are not picky with which he chooses.

Either is better than the long, and teasing strokes of Logan’s tongue you feel as he cleans up the mess on your thighs. His hands are squeezing them as he spreads them open and keeps you at his mercy. It all makes heat shoot straight to your cock, making it twitch and pulse.

You could touch yourself, jerk off and paint his face and hair with your come, but you want something more.

More of him.

“God damn it Logan.” You feel him grin against your inner thigh, nipping the skin there before covering the area with kitten licks that are the furthest thing from innocent you have ever felt.

Once more he shows you mercy, finally putting his mouth on your cock, lips around the tip as he looks up at you with a quirked brow.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Is your answer to the question in that brow. A smug grin slips onto his face, and it should be illegal how hot that looks while he still has your cock in your mouth, but any thought you might have about the illegality of anything goes out the window as Logan sinks his mouth as far down as he can, your cock hitting the back of his throat.

“JESUS!” You pull hard on Logan’s hair, and he answers with a groan around your cock. It’s a miracle you don’t come right then and there. You feel him chuckle as he pulls back up, sucking in as he moves, creating perfect pressure as you try not to buck into his mouth.

Not that you really can as he moves one arm over your hips, pinning them down as he goes to town on your dick.

Licks switching between long and short, covering your dick in his spit, mixing it with your pre-come as you leak with every second of building pleasure. Logan’s mouth working you over as a hand slips down to play with your balls, squeezing with the lightest of pressure, making you moan loudly.

He takes just the tip into his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks hard, lapping at your slit and greedily taking in the pre-come that spills onto his tongue. He lets go to spit into his hand, wrapping his fingers around what doesn’t fit into his mouth. He’s not slow about it, bobbing his head up and down with perhaps the filthiest and wettest sounds you have ever heard, moaning around your cock, making pleasure zip through your body.

The combination of his mouth and hand on your cock pushes you quickly towards the edge, making you tug on his hair with desperate mutterings of his name over and over again.

Logan groans around your cock, and the vibrations of it around you are what finally push you over the edge, spilling over his tongue.

“LOGAN!” He drinks you down greedily, swallowing every drop as you writhe underneath his skillful mouth and hand, arm over your waist still pinning you down.

Only when you start to try to pull away and push at his head because of oversensitivity does he let up, resting his head on your thigh as your cock slips from his mouth. He’s breathing heavily, and so are you, arm thrown over your eyes as you try to regain your breath and senses, since you are pretty sure the world turned white for a moment there.

Logan is the first to somewhat gain his senses, as he sits up with a slight grunt. You move your arm, tilting your chin down, looking at him where he sits next to your hip, catching his gaze for a moment before they slip down to his lips.

“Good morning.” His voice is rough, and if you hadn’t just spilled inside his mouth less than five minutes ago, you would have wanted to do just that right now.

“That’s one way to put it.” An arched brow. “Another way to put it would be ‘awesome fucking morning’.” Logan snorts, but you catch the barely there smile, so you smile back up at him. You lean up on your elbows, noticing a little spot of cum that must have escaped at the edge of his mutton chops. You grin at him, pointing to your own cheek.

“You got a little something there.”

“What, here?” He strokes his thumb over the wrong side (and too high up on his cheek), so you sit up properly so you can reach out, wiping it away with your own thumb.

“It’s not all grey hair in that beard.” You grin at him, he watches as you lick your thumb clean.

“What a fucking thing to say.” His voice is gruff, but you pay it no mind as you let your hand fall between the two of you and he follows it with his eyes before looking back up into your face. You glance at his hands, no sight of grey metal this time.

“What, no claws?” You take one of his hands, rubbing his palm, Logan lets you without any protest, though you feel him shift ever so slightly.

“Doesn’t happen every time.” You hum, wondering what will make them come out again, kissing his palm before you let his hand go.

“Now, I think I promised you clean pants, and breakfast, so up we go.” You steal a kiss, this time it’s Logan that doesn’t have time to respond before he can’t kiss back anymore, and you are out of bed. You grab his pants and underwear from yesterday, and the underwear you threw off earlier as well, not bothering to get dressed in anything.

You look over your shoulder as you are in the doorway of your bedroom, catching him watching your ass, still sitting in bed.

“Another time, I promise. Now come on, how many eggs do you want?”

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Logan leaves a few hours later, with clean clothes, your phone number on a sticky note in his pocket, and a promise to call you.

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californiaboytoybilly · 3 months ago

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Eddie Munson would like to think that years of hunting monsters had taught him to be incredibly aware of his surroundings.

Over those years, lots of things- both of the human and creepy-crawly variety- had tried to get the jump on him and they always either ended up unconscious, or dead.

However, he must have missed something this time.

Pointed fingertips dig into his throat as his back hit the wall hard, enough to feel the aftershock rattle through his bones. The breath was punched out of him in one smooth whoosh.

His eyes shot to his attacker as he tried to rapidly calculate how to get loose.

“Got you.” The man purred. For the briefest moment, he almost could have passed as human with his golden skin and blue eyes, impossibly big and gleaming in the dim alleyway.

Gleaming like a cat’s eyes.

Not human. Vampire. Fuck.

“I will rip your head from your fucking neck—“ Eddie snarled, kicking out with his loose leg. He might as well have kicked a bag of flour for all the good it did him.

“Oh, I’d really rather you didn’t. I’m pretty fond of his head, especially attached.” A second voice chimed in from the other side of the alleyway, earning a snort from the creature who had him trapped.

“You’d just miss my tongue, sweetheart.” He said without hesitating, lips curling into a grin. His sharp teeth glinted. Eddie felt his panic spike as the other figure started to come into focus. He tried to suck in a breath, the hand on his neck a little too tight.

After everything he’d survived— everything he’d done and learned— he was going to be some vampire couples fuckin’ Happy Meal while they flirted over his cooling corpse.

“Mm, maybe. Now come on, Bils. Stop playing with your food, I want to go home.” The other creature stepped free of the shadows at last, studying his nails like a bored trust fund baby.

No, not nails. Claws.

He was tall, athletic in build and covered in lean bands of muscle. A trail of thick, dark hair disappeared into cut off denim shorts, which in literally any situation where his life wasn’t at stake he might’ve been distracted by. His amber eyes were lazily trained on Eddie and the vampire ‘Bils’ and there was a dog collar- with tags- around his throat.

A werewolf? Eddie’s baffled eyes darted between the two. He’d never seen a vampire and a werewolf in the same space unless they were trying to rip each other into tiny, bloody shreds.

What the fuck?

At least he got to see something new as a send off. Very little surprised him in general anymore.

“But he’s feisty. That’s half the fun, Stevie.” The bloodsucker honest to god pouted as he looked back over his shoulder at his partner, who just sighed.

“I’ll do that thing you li-“ Wolfy started, raising an eyebrow.

“Done. Deal.” That only earned him a bark of laughter in response.

Eddie, who’d been slowly getting his arm closer to the sharp dagger hidden in the holster on his belt, suddenly had the vampire’s full attention back on him.

“It’s a waste though. He’s kind of pretty.” He said, venom-sweet breath washing over Eddie’s face as he leaned in. The other one crossed to where they stood. Eddie flinched as a warm hand skimmed over his shoulder and into his hair, claws leaving a tingling trail in their wake.

“He is…” Stevie agreed, starting to sound a little foggy. Eddie felt the tension drain from his body, against his will. As he felt the sharp scratch of fangs on his throat, he sent a quiet apology to Wayne. Those razor sharp teeth cut his skin like butter, making him yelp out in pain. As ripples of euphoria began to spread from his throat to the rest of his body, he heard one last thing come from the werewolves' mouth. "Maybe we can keep him, if you don't make a complete mess of him anyway." Eddie Munson- from hunter to prized show poodle, he thought sardonically as his brain started to swim. And that's when he lost the battle against unconsciousness.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #eddie munson #metalsandwich #mungrove #i had this idea ages ago but couldn't get up the motivation to make it a whole fic #so have this lol #probably won't be continued (by me) but let your imaginations fly #metalsandwich drabble #vampire billy hargrove #werewolf steve harrington

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sordidmusings · 1 year ago

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Tender Love and Care - Hair Care (Buggy x amab!Reader

Art by ijessbest on Twitter (refusing new name still) I believe they also have a tumblr by the same name!

A/N: Sorry I took so long to post this and thank you for your patience! I had thought I put it up earlier but noticed that wasn't true while doing some organizing. The differences are pretty subtle but I hope they are meaningful for your immersion and help you feel seen! If there's something I can do better (I am cis fem so I'm sure there's much my experience has me missing about yours) please let me know! I'd like to help y'all get your escapism too 🤍

From the original a/n - "Ah yes, another 'taking care of Buggy's head' fic to take up space on the internet. Just gotta indulge in giving this man some tlc. Did I write four thousand words of simping for the cringefail pirate clown's hair? Yes. And I'd do it again >:p"

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: masculine leaning amab!reader (no pronouns or gendered titles), Lots of Feelings, yearning, possibly angst?, probably hurt/comfort?, waxing very poetic, Buggy being a prickly bitch who doesn't know how to receive affection, Buggy also being a delusional bitch who immediately latches on to that affection

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“Touch the makeup and I’ll bite your fingers off!”

“I’m quaking.”

“...I’ll spit in your face.” His eyes narrowed while you blanched. “I’ve got damn good aim too so you better watch those big ol’ eyes.” Almost a compliment? Progress.

“To save us both from catastrophe, I’ll let you keep your grease-face,” you promised. After a few more seconds of giving you the stink eye (really, you should be taking notes because his form is exemplary), Buggy finally settled back into your hold. His stubble scratched lightly at your palms and you allowed your thumbs a scant few passes from his cheek bones to the back of his jaw. That was easy enough to play off as mindless movements while you examined him for the coming wash. Hopefully. You were at least putting in the effort to keep the affection in your chest from blooming into a wide smile on your face, lest he begin spitting like a wet cat again.

After placing him down on your clothes chest, you began gathering together the things you’d need to clean him up. You had already prepared a large basin of steaming water before you had grabbed Buggy from Zoro for your night shift with him. If he had truly protested against you then you’d just have extra water to spoil yourself with for your nightly routine. What a loss. While you flitted around grabbing a cup, a pile of towels, and care products, Buggy took to commenting about whatever his eyes fell on around your room. Your half-assed replies did nothing to discourage his gentle roast of your safe space. He only shut up when you picked him back up and brought him over to the basin.

You were taken by surprise when you took off his bandana. You had guessed that his hair was thick from the pieces that framed his face, but you hadn’t expected long locks to be wrapped up in there. They slipped and fell down like silk despite being in clear need of a wash, and you started to become a bit excited to see how they would come to shine under your care.

“What’s wrong with you? Never seen hair before?” There was a bit more bite to him all of a sudden and it hit you that he may be self-conscious from your staring.

“Never seen yours before, duh,” you teased. “You should wear your hair out as a power move against all the scrangly ass men in these waters.”

Buggy took a blank-faced moment to process your words. Probably weighing your sincerity against the backlog of insults he’s heard in his life. Unfortunately, one joking compliment never stood a chance.

“Whatever, just do your job.” His bitter tone made you keep your mouth shut and drop the topic. For now.

Seeing how he had a lot more hair than anticipated, you got up again to grab yet another towel so that you could use it as a cushion. Finally settled, you grabbed Buggy in one hand, the cup in the other, and got to work. You had laid a small board across the basin so you could rest Buggy on it instead of having to hold him up the whole time. You may have gotten strong in this life, but you were not masochistic enough to try holding him up throughout this process. You made sure to be extra gentle when you put him to rest on the back of his head, mindful that the hard plank wasn’t the most comfortable.

Wetting his hairline was taking longer than you thought. The soft noises from the pouring water hitting his scalp and trickling through his hair into the basin below felt loud in the stillness of the room. Everything had a languid air like you could breathe freely without thought or time to measure the passing of each exhale. Wanting to check in, you looked down from your task and into Buggy’s face. Despite all his past showboating, Buggy was having difficulty keeping his gaze anywhere near your face. You decided to take pity on him in his discomfort but not too much. “So how’d you get your damn good aim?”

Silence.

You’re beginning to think that him looking at you like you’re stupid is his comfort zone.

“You know, that ‘damn good aim’ that makes my ‘big ol’ eyes’ easy targets?” you supplied. At first, you thought he would roll his eyes and make more digs at you, but he finally caught you off guard.

“It’s a trade secret,” he said with a growing smile and a glint in his eyes. His face grew even more pleased when you smiled mischievously back at him.

“Clown trade?”

He hummed out an affirmative. You saturated the last of his hair at the front and sides and now needed to dunk the rest in the basin. The sheer amount of long blue locks that this pretty, pretty man had may cause it to overflow, but you supposed that’s just a workplace hazard when becoming a glamor clown’s hairdresser. You paused in lowering him to look around quite dramatically (squinty eyes, pursed lips, and all) before leaning slightly closer to stage whisper, “You can tell me; I ain’t no snitch.”

You barely caught the laugh that he choked short in order to keep up his serious facade. He let his eyes wander the room to double check your surveying and pretended to be in thought. He let out a heaving sigh and said, “Okay, okay, but you have to lean in close. Can’t have this getting out.”

Ever obliging, you turned your head and leaned until you felt his warm breath on your skin and the roundness of his nose tickling to top of your ear. You were thankful he couldn’t see the little shiver down your spine or the goosebumps spreading down your neck. He was thankful you couldn’t see him close his eyes to savor the scent of your aftershave. All was still for a few breaths too long.

“The secret?” you prompted, thinking he was waiting for your urging or that he was just trying to make you squirm. You didn’t see his eyes flutter open while he forced thoughts other than your closeness back into that head of his. Okay, he really needed to do something to reel himself back in and get some control of the situation. Easier said than done when he’s only a head.

You felt as much as you heard him take a deliberate inhale… only for a loud raspberry to be blown right next to your ear.

Nearly dropping him in shock, you quickly pulled your head back and held him at arm’s length like a misbehaved puppy. Through his canting cackles, Buggy met your wide eyes with a proud grin. It didn’t even need the help of his makeup to split his face. Damn, you could stare at that forever. He had just the prettiest eyes you think you’d ever seen. The way they shifted color under the low lights and sparkled with his smile had you feeling entranced. It had the same commanding presence and addicting warmth as flames with their own swirling colors and sparking embers. You thought your poetic idioms for him would always center around the sea, especially for his blue-green eyes, but here we are.

The corner of his smile started to twitch downward under your stare until wild and cheerful laughter burst from your lips. They were the kind to shake your shoulders and scrunch your cheeks up into your eyes and he’s now certain that he has fucked right up. Buggy felt alarms blaring in his mind as he took in your joy and was certain he would make an absolute fool of himself in any and all ways possible to keep getting hits of it. Between your settling chuckles, you managed to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring that wisdom with me to my grave.”

Readjusting your grip, you moved forward and dunked the back of Buggy’s head fully into the water. He sighed out at the sensation, but he fully melted when one of your hands went to support the back of his skull and the other flowed through his tresses to make sure all of them were wet. You let yourself take your time, both to make sure you were thorough and to indulge yourself in the comfort of the moment. A tenderness spread through you when you saw that this was also indulging Buggy. His breath was slow and steady, and his eyes were resting closed to better focus on the sensations coming to him. You truly were a people pleaser at heart and seeing someone so bedraggled and affection-starved accept your care made your heart and head feel fuzzy.

You slowly leaned him more upright and used your other hand to wipe out some of the excess water. Buggy felt you shuffling around, and his eyes opened to see what you were up to. After you moved him to rest on the flat bottom of his neck on top of the softest towel that he’s felt in ages, he realized that you went through the trouble to try to make even that wooden board comfortable for his sake. He was starting to feel even more uncertain and out of his element.

Careful fingers carded through and spread out his hair behind him while an equally careful gaze watched over their work. After lathering your hands with a shampoo bar scented by vanilla and spices, you set to work giving him the scalp massage of a lifetime.

While focusing on doing the best job possible and maybe also the beautiful color of his hair was keeping you from thinking about anything else, Buggy had no such luxury. He had nothing to direct his nervous energy at - didn’t even have fingers to fidget with! - so he closed his eyes and tried to keep his face neutral. Everyone enjoys a good scalp massage or at least some kind of pampering so it wouldn’t have been weird for him to visibly enjoy it, but something watery and vulnerable was pressing at his throat under your tender care. His mind and body (well… head) were at odds. While his train of thought spun every which way only to be tethered back to the word ‘why’, his muscles melted until they were soft and pleasantly limp. Has his brow ever been so smooth? His jaw so loose? His lips so softly set? Oh God, you must have noticed the stubborn stiffness in his neck because your fingers abandoned his hair to firmly rub from the base of his skull to where he met the towel and that was truly his undoing.

With a rumbly hum, Buggy finally gave in to temptation and tied his mind to your movements. He let himself imagine affection there - imagine that this was special and just for him. You’ve never tended to anyone else like this. You offered because you simply had to know what his hair felt like. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted it much more than you ever wanted to touch anyone else. If he opened his eyes and looked up at yours, he would see them pouring with love, just like your hands were, and you would look sweetly down at him with your gorgeous eyes and handsome smile and say lovely things and you’d love him-

You’d love him.

Fuck.

You noticed Buggy suddenly flinch under your hands and you tensed up.

“Are you okay? Did I snag your hair?” You hadn’t felt anything tug but you supposed you could’ve missed it.

Buggy cleared his throat before stiffly responding, “No. Keep going.”

Something thick in his tone caught your attention and you looked to see his expression was tense instead of the blissed out one you had admired not too long ago. That won’t do. You went back to the tried and true pressure points on the scalp that you knew from experience eased anyone up. Checking his face again, you noticed it was more relaxed but still too guarded for your tastes. Deciding he must be getting antsy, you switched to working the shampoo down his hair after getting a touch more product on your hands. The time it took to get it properly sudsed and rinsed was calm, despite the fact that there was some undercurrent to the air that felt charged. Maybe it was just from seeing the talkative and bratty clown be so subdued. As you began spreading conditioner through his hair, you decided that it was time to engage him again.

“This bar is my favorite; nothing makes my hair softer,” you said. Already, his hair was relaxing to glide even more smoothly between your fingers. You weren’t ready to give the feeling up, so you spent the entire time that the conditioner was setting to run your fingers through his hair.

Buggy couldn’t do anything at the moment to judge your claim, but the smell alone made him understand why it was your favorite. It matched that of the shampoo bar, but the richer ingredients in the conditioner highlighted the comforting tones of the vanilla and the sensuality of warm spices and wood. He relished in it on every inhale, hoping to unravel and memorize its every undertone. Was that a touch of amber in there? A little pink peppercorn? Maybe some incense and oud at the base? Buggy suddenly felt ridiculous. He was never one to give much thought to fancy perfumes, yet here he was trying to dissect your scent like a sommelier tasting a new wine.

You made quick work of rinsing his hair this final time and gently pushing and squeezing any excess water out. You set Buggy back on a towel, this time one that was spread on the floor. It was the one that you had just been sitting on. Buggy was embarrassed that he noticed and enjoyed the fact that he could still feel your body heat on it.

“How many of those things do you have?” Buggy scoffed as you pulled yet another towel over to dry his hair. You flicked his forehead in warning against further sass.

“You can never have too many. It’s something that you use daily and they come in handy during emergencies,” you explained.

“Oh yeah like what?”

“Well, I was thinking of situations like having to soak up a spill or blood, but the state of your hair definitely qualifies.”

The outburst was immediate.

“I KNEW YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF ME YOU DAMN LIAR! HOW DA-”

Good thing you were prepared for this and stuffed some of yet another towel into his screaming mouth. He bit down on it harshly and glared at you with all his might. Snarls and grumbles still made their way through the cloth, letting you know just how displeased he was. You were a little shocked to find that despite being gagged and despite just being a head that his glare still actually intimidated you. The time spent with the crew treating him like a harmless little pest had helped you forget that, when push came to shove, he could back up his talk with violence.

The brief glimpse of fear in your eyes gave him a twinge of satisfaction but mostly felt a lot more hollow than he’d expected. Wasn’t this what he wanted?

When you reached back out to continue drying his hair, you were more tentative than he had ever seen you and his mood dropped even further. Even with your caution, the way that you moved the towel over his hair and gently squeezed more water out of it was filled with care. The whole thing felt very foreign to him. Buggy usually rubbed his towel through his hair chaotically like the more forceful he was the sooner he could get done with the bothersome task. You were working over him like any undue force would be an insult. Like he was something precious. That watery feeling started pressing on him again.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you started quietly. “I just meant to poke fun, not make you actually feel insulted.” After a few more soft pats with the towel, you slowly removed his makeshift gag. He took a moment to wiggle around his jaw and get the dry feeling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well good job, dumbass,” he bit. You winced at the hurt in his tone. “Just finish up.”

You took a moment to recenter yourself while you grabbed your comb and brush. This was not how you wanted this to go. One wrong comment had sent this whole interaction spiraling and it made you sad. Sensitivity like that was usually built up from years of feeling the same hurts over and over again, and you didn’t ever want to be someone to aggravate an already festering wound, especially not on someone who you genuinely enjoyed. Not on someone who you were increasingly craving affection from. This needed to be fixed. Steeling yourself for the resistance you were about to meet, you began combing the ends of his hair and spoke, “The blue color is pretty.”

He ignored you. As expected.

“It was one of the first things I noticed about you.” He still wouldn’t even glance up at you. “Also how it brings out the color of your eyes.”

He snorted dismissively in a way that very clearly told you he wasn’t believing a word you said. Also expected. You’re just going to have to soldier on until this eventually worked… maybe worked… hopefully worked?

Just as in the rest of the process, you were slow and thorough when combing his hair. You murmured compliments to him about how soft it is; how thick and how beautiful. By the time that you had switched to using your brush, he was showing signs of being worn down by your flattery. His face was more relaxed and he let himself look around instead of trying to burn a hole through the floor. All you could focus on, though, was how downcast and tired his eyes looked.

“Alright, I’m all finished up,” you told him. “I’m going to put you in the hammock for a minute while I get ready for bed.”

After placing him in the middle of your bedding, you disappeared behind a dressing screen. The routine of bathing yourself with a washcloth and bowl of soapy water eased you. Since you had taken so much time tending to Buggy, the last bowl of fresh water had become lukewarm. Despite this, the final wipe down had you feeling refreshed and ready to jump into bed. It was no soak in the tub, but still left you feeling much better after a long day of helping work around the ship.

You had set about your routine briskly so that you didn’t leave Buggy waiting too long. Little did you know, he didn’t mind the time of having nothing to do besides enjoy the soft blankets you curled up in every night. He was trying to soak it in before you inevitably put him back down on the floor. If the night had taught him anything, you’d at least put him on one of those fluffy towels instead of throwing him back in the bag like the others did.

You came over to him on the hammock and he admired how you looked, now clean and fresh. His eyes poured over your shirtless chest and the thin sleep pants moving around the shape of your legs. When you picked him back up, your face and body language were as placid as he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how content that made him feel. He readied himself to be moved away, left cold and forgotten, but he was astonished when you plopped yourself in your bedding instead with him still in your hands. The shock must have shown on his face because you chuckled at him and gave him a bright smile. Even with the bumpy road that the night had been, your smile made him soft and content. He was realizing with more and more resignation that your smile and laugh would let you get away with anything when it came to him.

“So no floor? Trying to bribe me with favors?” His voice was mostly back to that sarcastic lilt you’ve come to adore.

Content that he was feeling better, you answered, “Nah, just using you so I can have a teddy bear. Haven’t had a good one in ages.”

Making good on that promise, you made sure that he was securely nestled into your neck and shoulder. You used both of your arms to cradle him there and both hands to continue your worship of his hair. It was just barely damp and the coolness felt nice on your hands, especially in contrast to the cozy heat emanating from his head. His long eyelashes tickled at your neck every time he blinked, just like the light scruff on his jaw teased at the skin on your chest. His big nose felt cozy rested on your clavicle, and you had to resist the urge to reach down and trail your fingers on it. A giddy and victorious feeling flushed through you when you felt him close his eyes a final time and sink into your embrace.

Buggy should have known that he was doomed from the start. He was having a hell of a time trying not to moan at your fingers scratching and massaging his scalp, both during the hair care and now, when he was held in your arms. The feeling of being rested on your bare chest sent his heart racing. He couldn’t stop his little movements to nestle into you and get just that much more of your warmth and touch. If he thought that he loved the smell of you before, he was absolutely intoxicated now that he knew what it was like when it floated over the two of you while wrapped in body-warmed sheets.

He wanted to ask you why you were doing all of this, but he didn’t want to know the answer. Not right now. Right now he was going to let himself go back into that place in his head where you lo- cared about him. A place where each night he would crawl into bed with you and, no matter how the day went, you would be there to empty his mind of anything but the two of you. You’d greet him with a kiss or a laugh or an embrace and you would shine with so much joy because he’s next to you again. He’d know what your love felt like, how it felt to be under your hands, how your skin felt under his lips. All these daydreams swirling in his head started to make him sick with want, and he needed to know at least one of them. He couldn’t handle all of them staying forever in his mind.

The tiniest increase of pressure from his lips brought your attention to where they rested below your collarbone. The almost kiss was so heartbreakingly shaky and hesitant that you felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears. To reassure him, you dragged your cheek across his temple before turning to leave a deliberate kiss there. Buggy relished the contact, the satisfied sigh you let out afterward, and the gentle weight of your cheek as you snuggled back into him. Your reward came in the form of a grinning cheek pushing into you.

All his humor and posturing certainly caught your attention in the best way and even his explosive temper was something you couldn’t say turned you away. This gentleness, though, this uncertain and wounded place, had you bursting with affection and you were hoping to keep experiencing it. You’d meet it each time with steady affection until it turned into something he embodied with the same surety that he had in his beloved spotlight.

Both of you slipped more sweetly into dreams, curled up together as you were, and with more peace and ease than the years before had allowed. Neither of you would let the years to come be absent of this sweet treasure, either.

#buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #opla buggy x reader #buggy the clown #opla buggy #one piece #amab reader #male reader #opla #one piece live action #x reader

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philsmeatylegss · 7 months ago

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Can I talk about Cat King because no one else will???

I haven’t finished the show yet so this might be wrong or age like milk

I could talk about his role in the story for hours. Tbh I overly identify with Edwin because I’m gay with a lot of problems in the past and Edwin’s historical typical internalized homophobia already makes a history nerd like me giddy with glee. And Cat King easily can be written off as a gag character, which I do think is part of his purpose, but he also represents the aspect of this story regarding Edwin’s sexuality not solely being sexual, but also still being sexual. As in obviously Edwin sexually fantasizes about men, but there’s much more than just that. That implication, acknowledging the fact, feeling free to tell Charles and the others, acting on that, just day to day life. Edwin had gotten by for thirty years ignoring his sexuality until cat king came along. Edwin acknowledging his sexuality, acting on it, and discussing it (in his own way) is a large part of his character growth which is fully pushed on because of Cat King. I know he’s supposed to be the bad guy, but I genuinely believe he is an anti hero or something along those lines. I think at first it was to just tease Edwin, but it grew into something deeper.

Don’t even get me started on the cuff. It is SO symbolic I could almost cry. It’s a physical representation of how limiting and claustrophobic it is to be in the closet. Specially not being out of the closet to close loved ones. You couldn’t have a closer relationship than the relationship between Edwin and Charles, but it doesn’t seem that way before Edwin comes out. And that’s multiple reasons on both of their parts, but part of it is that complete shut down to that side of himself. People don’t realize how much sexuality plays into day to day life. And Cat King made Edwin realize how much he’s missed out on. And also that he can’t put off his problems forever. Slay relatable.

I think the addition of Crystal and Niko also makes Edwin realize that he needs to at least recognize his sexuality. I think they help him realize how much he is missing out on by not being himself in general, nevertheless outing his sexuality.

And all of this goes back to the cat king!!! It drives me insane no one talks about it!!! There’s also the aspect that, on the surface, cat king is just supposed to represent lust. The difference between his feelings for Monty or Charles is that there’s emotions there while cat king is purely lust and a giggle. But when you think about the story, that’s just not true. When media deals with a character’s sexuality not being straight, it’s usually over sexualized or not acknowledged as anything sexual. Cat king gives that balance to his feelings for Charles. Because being gay is partly explicit. As is being straight, bi, pan, whatever (other than asexuality). Saying you are ___ sexuality is implying that you are sexually aroused by whatever gender(s). And cat king is that reminder while Charles and Monty are the reminder that love and relationships are also part of it. Cat king adds balance that makes Edwin’s character feel way more authentic and actually gay.

I haven’t even gotten to cat king pushing for Edwin to admit why he solves cases. WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT IT?!?! I was gnawing at the bars of my enclosure during that scene. It is arguably one of the most important scenes of the entire show. And it’s entirely brought on my cat king. Every single time Edwin either decides or is forced to reveal something vulnerable about himself, it’s Cat King!!!! Edwin’s confession that it is about preparing a justification as to how he should be allowed into heaven even though he is gay is such an insanely important moment and I’m gnawing at my enclosure again!!!

I may be studying history, but I’ve always been an English kid at heart and symbolism about religion and childhood trauma brings me to my knees. And Cat King is scratching an itch I’ve had for years that I had no clue was there anD NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT WHILE IT IS DRIVING ME BANANAS.

Anyway, that’s my case for talking about cat king. I just finished episode 4 and it’s gonna be really embarrassing when something happens the next few episodes that completely invalidates all of this

#this is me doing a quick summary about my feelings btw #rae’s rambles #dead boy detectives

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nogenderbee · 4 months ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕠𝕘𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

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ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ'ˢ ᴬᴿᵀ : Play with dogs - Akito Shinonome

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You have no idea how but few years ago... catboys and catgirls just began living among humans! Luckily for them, goverment decided they'll have the same rights as humans, despite their animalistic features.

Currently, you were walking to your favorite cafe~ Maybe food wasn't special there but the owner was! And you simply couldn't wait to visit him~

"Hey! How's my favorite boy doing~?"

After entering you immidietly announced your presents and walked towards ginger catboy, immidietly going to give him gentle scratch behind his ear. Akito being tsundere he is, immidietly backed away, acting like he was upset at you.

"I thought I told you not to do that!!"

"And I told you I'm still gonna do it!"

"You're as annoying as ever I see... at least I know you're nost sick... What do you want?"

"You should already know my usual, kitty~"

"Akito. Call me Akito for once."

"Maybe in few years~"

He just rolled his eyes and stood up to do your coffee personally. It was definitely quite a caring move for someone who just complained about you~ Not only that, he also makes a coffee for himself while he's at it!

"Someone's up for a chat I see~"

"You're annoying when you're teasing. But you actually can come up with some interesting stories if you try."

"Well I'll make sure to not disappoint you then!"

He peacfully did coffee for you two, his workers not getting in the way, usuals already used to the owner doing coffee for the special customers... so you didn't even get many glances or attention!

Finally, he invited you to a table next to window and places your favorite coffee in front of you and a latte in front of himself.

"So... what gossip you got this time?"

You chuckled already knowing what you want to tell him but... maybe not NOW~ He could wait just a little bit more, right?

"Well~ I think I'm a magnet for ginger cats! Because some have been really affectionate to me lately~"

"I-I'm not!! I simply am interested in town's gossips... nothing more..."

He looked away blushing, his ears fluttered as he did. Your smirk just had to widen when you got the precise reaction you wanted too!

"Who said I meant you? I meant a street cat that's been walking me home and snuggling to me lately~"

"It what...?"

You expected him to look flustered that he misunderstood... but suddenly he seemed more... pissed? But after a quick sip of his coffee he retreated his indifferent demeanor.

"Simple street cat won't protect you from some creep, y'know? They're too small..."

"But they're cute?"

"That's not making up."

He took another sip as you two sat in silence for a little while. It's not like you didn't had a topic... just simply decided to leave him in silence to make him talk a bit more~

"I can walk you back home today."

"Oh? Why so suddenly? You have your cafe to manage, you know that, right?"

"Of course! I don't have short-term memory!! Just... accept it or leave it."

"I think I'll leave it~"

He looked at you annoyed, you had to hold yourself back from laughing right here and now. But then he just sighed and leaned back.

"Fine, I'm not gonna then."

"No, no, no!! I was joking!!! Please do!"

"You're so unbelievably weird, you know that?"

"Said half cat."

"Those are simply genes!!"

You just laughed him off and sipped your coffee, enjoying the show~ But of course that wasn't your WHOLE conversation! As promised, you also told him every single gossip you heard recently!

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twainxavier · 2 months ago

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Resending this ask because Tumblr is a functional website 🤣🙄

I wanna know about You Know I'm Such A Fool For You! And also the embroidery projects you're working on👀

Yep, trying to answer this ask for over a day at this point had been entertaining at least 😅👌 but yes, if tumblr will let me, of course! 😊🫂💜

Okay so this fic is basically my child I adore it so much and I have barely started writing it 😅 Instead I transcripted over 6,000 words (so far) of DBD scenes that I want to include in the fic to make sure I got them right 😅👌 The general concept is the Cat King fixing his mistakes 🤣 So the fic starts from the Catwin forest scene and goes through most of the following events from the series with the Cat King actively trying to help Edwin and the others 😊

As for the snippet, I want to include a kind of long section from the end of the forest scene where the Cat King chases after Edwin in his cat form to try save him from Esther's trap again...

“If you walk away from me that thing is never coming off and you'll be trapped here forever and I will stop playing nice.”

His fists clench as he tries to contain a strange mix of rage and fear unlike anything he has felt in his long years. He doesn't even turn to see if Edwin is even still within earshot.

“Do you hear me I will stop fucking playing nice!” he yells into the emptiness of the forest surrounding him.

He knows Edwin is gone now. He knows he isn't coming back. And he knows it is definitely his fault.

If he hadn't trapped Edwin here for his own games, he wouldn't have ended up on Esther's radar, and he wouldn't be in the center of a worse than deadly trap right now. The Cat King can smell a forest elemental far larger than the little ones that were skittering around earlier swallowing up deer ghosts. Edwin and his little friends are in serious danger. And the Cat King just let him storm off right back into Esther's grasp.

Now who's the idiot.

With a deep sigh, a steadying breath, and a flurry of purple flame, the Cat King in cat form chases after Edwin.

The only issue is, this damn forest is such a maze he has lost him already. He feels like he is running in circles, panic increasing at the thought that he might never see Edwin again to apologise for fucking everything up. A loud roar from somewhere nearby utterly freezes him in his tracks. The forest elemental. Esther has found them.

He sprints as fast as his four legs can carry him in the direction of the roar, but when he sees it he stops in his tracks. It's fucking massive, so huge that he knows immediately that he will not be able to stop it or send it back to whatever realm it is supposed to be in. Fuck. He inches closer, trying to get a better view of what's going on. Esther is indeed here, clearly in control of the thing for now, and a deep sigh leaves him when he sees all three of those idiots just stood there facing down their certain erasing from existence. He's about to run in and distract Esther so the boys and their psychic can get the fuck out of here, when the elemental suddenly grabs Edwin and Charles in far too many tentacles and starts dragging them towards its face mouth thing.

The Cat King can't seem to get himself to move and help somehow. In a blink Crystal is on the ground, and the situation is escalating far beyond control. He has to do something, anything. Ester is leaning over over Edwin saying something the Cat King can just about make out over the muffled screams of the ghosts and the roar of the forest elemental.

“God I love final moments.”

That damned bird who stole his love's first kiss swoops over head, cawing like he didn't just lead them into this, and the Cat King's rage bubbles over.

He leaps at Esther, scratching her back and leaping away again, trying to draw her away from the boys in the hope one of these idiots has a plan. Ester lets out a screech and whirls round to face him with an irritated grunt. He hisses at her and arches his back. If this bitch wants a fight, he'll give it to her.

“Of course. You mangy little Cat King. You couldn't leave my business well enough alone, could you?” Ester grasps her cane and stalks towards him.

He dives in again to scratch her legs then dodges a swing of her cane. He uses the opening to scratch her arm, then scampers backwards. He's trying to draw her away from the boys, and somehow it's working. Edwin and Charles are still holding on to something, still fighting, so he has to help. Using a tree as a springboard, the Cat King leaps up and manages scratch directly on Esther's face. The victory is short lived however, as on the way down, Esther swings that damned iron cane of hers straight into him.

The hit lands on his torso, sending him flying into the same tree he had just leapt off. He knows instantly that several of his ribs are broken, and no matter how hard he tries he can't push himself back up off the ground.

He can't save Edwin.

Tears start to blur his vision, but he watches as Ester turns away from him, and walks directly back over to the boys. With no idea what else to do, he just screams at her.

“KEEP YOUR PAWS OFF OF HIM!”

She turns back around, the smirk on her face clear even from this distance. The Cat King is just happy she isn't looming over Edwin anymore, even if his shout means she is going to come and kill him instead. He's got more lives to live, Edwin doesn't.

She doesn't even make it two steps before Crystal has suddenly barreled into her, knocking them both to the ground.

The Cat King watches the ensuing fight in utter shock as Crystal does a better job of beating the shit out of Esther than he managed to do. He is still trying to force himself back up off of the ground, and keeping one eye on the boys just in case, when he sees Edwin lose his grip with one arm. He lets out a screech and tries even harder to get up and get back to the boys so he can help somehow. He also watches as Esther gains the upper hand in the fight, pinning Crystal to the floor only to then drag her back up and send her flying across the forest.

With all the effort he can muster, the Cat King forces himself to stand, and start limping towards Edwin. Perhaps if he scratches the forest elemental and pisses it off enough, it will take him instead. Edwin and Charles both lose their grip, and the Cat King is running before he even realises it. They manage to catch another part of the forest floor but this time it's Charles who almost slips. The Cat King doesn't care, if one of them goes, they both go, and he won't let that happen. He continues to sprint towards them, ignoring the burning in his lungs.

Esther's foot lands a blow in the same place her cane had, and she kicks him across the forest.

He lands hard, yet again too far away to help, and this time with his vision blurring from the pain. The muffled screams intensify for a moment, and he just has to lay there and hope that neither of the boys are gone.

“Stupid cat,” he hears Esther comment, and in all honesty, he can't help but agree.

He was stupid. Stupid to believe Edwin would let him save him and come back for Charles and Crystal. Stupid to think he could take on Esther and actually make a difference. Stupid to think that he would actually be able to help.

Crystal was on her knees on the floor, too far away to help, the Cat King was barely conscious at this point, Edwin and Charles were losing their grip. It was over.

I really hope you enjoyed this snippet and apologies for the cliffhanger! 😅 I am still working on this fic and hope I will be able to start posting it soon! 😊🫂💜

#wip ask game #dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #dbda #the cat king #dead boy detective agency #catwin #crystal palace #cat king #catwin fanfic wips #catwin fic

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stillbeatingheart · 1 year ago

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thought about burning the past (chapter 2)

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Summary: Billy is a cat, Eddie is a bat, and Steve is just trying to keep everyone alive now that they are again.

I don't see any warnings that apply, but this is post Upside Down, established polycule, Harringroveson, also it's crack so don't take it seriously

Chapter one

Chapter two under the cut:

Billy's got it made. No job. No school. No father. No social constructs to adhere to. So he’s gotta put up with Eddie’s constant chipping and chattering all day. His attempt at stunts that he can’t pull off. And his crash landings onto Billy’s belly. But if Billy wants affection, all he has to do is climb up in Steve’s lap. If he wants food, all he has to do is brush against Steve’s ankles. If he wants attention without physical contact, he just hops up to the counter and knocks shit off to the floor. His biggest expenditure of energy on any given day is having to move every so often to follow the sunny spots on the floor, or the couch, or the table, or the counter, or the bookshelf, or Steve’s bed. It’s just really not that bad of a trade-off.

Billy spent his life, after his mom left, being the sole focus of Neil’s anger. Trying to fit into what his father expected of him. Then he finally had a plan, a summer job, and a savings account to get the hell out of Hawkins and out of Neil’s house in the Fall for college. Only to have the Upside Down fuck that all up. He has no idea how long he was down there. He spent all of it in some weird comatose state where his mind was bogged down with visions of things he wasn’t using his own eyes to see. Surrounded by false reality and being kept alive by the Mind Flayer for some super special evil plan to take over the world or whatever stupid shit villains are always after. Billy doesn’t care, he doesn’t need to know, and he wants no part of stopping it if it ever comes down to some heroic action necessary. He already played the hero card by trying to fight the Spider Monster with his bare hands. And he died. Or sort of died.

So why the hell would he want to go back to his human form? That’d be stupid. Nothing good has ever come of being in his skin. Maybe the fur is the way to go.

Billy rolls over onto his back, kicks his legs up and closes his eyes. That’s the other great part about being a cat, he can sleep. He can sleep anywhere, any time, and in any position.

Eddie doesn’t seem to be any worse or better off either. He doesn’t seem in any rush to get back to his human body. He’s terrible at those wings and Billy thinks it’s a waste that he’s the one who gets to fly. Though if Billy had wings, he’d be the fuck out of here. Going back to nature and surviving that way without the smallest trace of a human life at any point.

Billy’s left back leg twitches and wakes him, just enough to blink one eye and make sure Munson is still hooked on the ceiling light and not about to dive-bomb Billy’s belly.

He’s a good looking cat if he does say so himself. Of course his soft fluff is irresistible to Eddie and Steve. Steve has a bad habit of messing up the fur on the top of his head, running his palm back and forth like Billy is a dog asking for a head scratching. But all Billy has to do is give him a glare, lick his paw and smooth the fur back out for him to get it. Not that it stops him the next time. The idiot always smiles when he’s scratching Billy’s head, so if he has to admit it, then it’s not bad trade.

The licking though. That’s the biggest downside. Licking his own body to get clean, and getting fur-balls stuck in his throat. Of course, he just pukes them up on Steve’s sock or in his shoe or something anyway, so at least it’s amusing. For Billy. And Billy is truly all that matters.

Eddie appears to still be sleeping. Lazy fuck. Billy closes his eye again and makes himself comfortable. He wonders if Eddie is starting to miss anyone, maybe his uncle. Billy only met him once but he seemed like an actual decent human being - which is a strange new concept for Billy when it comes to adult males. And maybe Eddie’s missing his bandmates or his nerd club. For being a freak and an outcast, the guy’s got a pretty big group of friends.

Billy doesn’t miss a fucking soul. He never did. Except for Steve and Eddie. When he was allowed reign over his own mind, it would always drift to the two of them. Then one day Eddie appeared there too, Billy couldn’t tell him to run, to stop fighting and just get the fuck out. He couldn’t tell Steve either. Or any of the idiots that kept coming down there. He couldn’t say a thing. The one small mercy the Mind Flayer had on him was not to use him as a weapon against anyone other than Max. Max is one thing, Billy knows she’s a tough bird, he’d never tell her that, but he knew that she’d see through the Mind Flayer’s shit when he was using Billy as a puppet. If Billy had been used against Steve or Eddie, he’s not sure they’d have fared so well. As it was, Eddie didn’t exactly fare well considering he also “died”.

They couldn’t communicate with each other down there. They could see each other through the Mind Flayer’s eyes though. It was much worse watching Eddie trapped than it was being trapped.

Then one day the captivity was severed and they were here, in Steve’s place, in bodies that didn’t belong to them. It was like waking up after a super long and vivid nightmare only to realize that shit was still not right. Billy doesn’t really care though, he’s not Upside Down anymore and being a cat just ain’t that bad.

He refuses to speak though. He did it once when they were alone, just to see if Eddie could understand him, and he sounded so fucking stupid meowing that he never tried it again. He can’t control the purrs, doesn’t really mind them either since they’re truly soothing for both him and Steve. Maybe Eddie too. Not that he'd know since Eddie always chooses the moments of deep relaxation to interrupt in increasingly more obnoxious ways.

Billy slants one eye open, sometimes just thinking of the asshole makes him act up, like Billy’s brain pokes Eddie’s with a little needle every time he dares think his name. Eddie’s wing is over his face. Perfect.

Billy gives in this time. Allowing himself to fall deep into sleep, his purring the only sound in the room. And then a bowling ball falls on his bared belly.

His body reacts, curving into a shape that only a cat body can, grabbing Munson by the head with his claws and pushing into his body with his back-feet. Billy holds him there for a second, right in close to his face, bares his teeth and glares. He waits until the cocky little light in Eddie’s eyes gives way to a tiny flash of real fear and then he pushes him away. Eddie rolls across the floor, under the couch and squawks, the type of chatter that sounds like a little kid tattling on another.

“Fuck you, Munson,” Billy sighs as he lowers himself back down to the ground on his side. he flips his tail and waits. Knowing he’ll come out soon, he’ll make himself small and act all shy while he approaches Billy, like his animal nature is what made him do it and he was not in control of his actions at all.

“Fuck you too,” Eddie responds and then nearly shouts, “Wait, I just understood you!” as he’s scrabbling across the floor on his wings and feet, “Did you understand me? I just heard you, Billy, I got that, and it was in English, tell me you got me too.”

Billy lifts his paw, keeping his claws in and holding it in the air over Eddie’s head. Eddie cowers back a bit, stands on his feet and opens his wings to show that he’s innocent at the moment and not planning any attacks. He tilts his head to the side and wonders again, “Can you understand me?”

“Yes,” Billy admits begrudgingly, “and it was much more peaceful before that happened, so let’s go back to just chirps and shit.”

“Ha ha Hargrove,” Eddie rolls his eyes and takes a step closer. Billy keeps his paw hovering in the space between them. “Okay, I get it, I’m annoying. But I don’t deserve to die - again - just for disrupting your sleep.”

Billy snorts, pushes his claws out.

“Fine. Fine. Maybe I do considering I’ve been doing it daily for weeks now. But it’s so funny when you startle, you make it like a full two inches off the ground and your’e just a big furball and not at all the intimidating figure you are as a man, I have to get my shots in when I can take them.”

Billy sneers, showing his teeth and Eddie takes another step back.

“I didn’t say not at all intimidating, I only said not as intimidating. Or something close to that, hey, that’s not what we should be focusing on. We can understand each other! Billy, we can understand each other! That’s fucking metal, man, c’mon, we’re one step closer to figuring this all out, and I haven’t heard your voice in so, so long that I almost forgot what it sounded like so can you say something now and interrupt me so I know I’m not imagining this?”

“Fuck off Munson,” Billy responds but finally puts his paw down on the carpet, kneading into it a few times before laying his chin on top of it. If bats could smile, Eddie’s dimples would be showing by now.

He hobbles over on his wings and feet, nudges Billy’s face with his own and admits, “I love when you cuss me out, baby.”

Billy could probably admit that he missed hearing Eddie’s voice, that he missed being able to speak. Instead, he licks his sandpaper tongue right up the center of Eddie’s face. Eddie squawks in protest and spreads his wings out wide to throw them over Billy’s face and attach himself there.

Inevitably it starts a brawl, they're still at it when Steve opens the door and steps in. Steve sighs, runs a hand through his hair, points a finger at them and opens his mouth to reprimand but Eddie hollers, “He started it!”

“I doubt that,” Steve responds. Then freezes. Completely. The fact that he just understood what Eddie said dawning on his face, his mouth falling open and his eyes bugging. “Wait, did you just… did I just… can we understand each other now? Or I guess you’ve probably understood me the whole time, right? But can I…”

“Yeah, baby!” Eddie responds from where he’s still trying to push Billy’s paw off his belly, pinning him to the floor.

Billy only releases him when Eddie decides to nip at his toe. He whacks Eddie across the face with his claws in, then gets up to walk over and sit on his sunny window ledge. He needs a bath after all those bat germs got all over him. And he’s not sure how he feels about this new development. Being one step closer to being human again seems a lot more negative than positive. He wants no part in figuring it out.

chapter 3

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iamthecomet · 9 months ago

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Hiiiii comet I'm back to lay across your inbox like an attention starved cat but also cause problems

I think Dew is the type to hesitate, and of course yes he hesitates about a bunch of things but I think he's reluctant to use what he's given.

The candle that Zephyr got him during their first tour together, the one that smells like fresh cotton and winter? Never been lit, at least he takes the cover off it to smell it occasionally when he starts to miss them too much.

The cologne Aether got him for one of many anniversaries? He'd sprayed it exactly one time, in front of Aether after unwrapping it. It's much to nice for him to wear, expensive and rich, there's never the occasion. He never felt worthy of wearing it or Aether's love so flippantly.

The hand bound leather journal Mist gifted him after being summoned? He tried to write in it once, to get his thoughts and feelings and jumbled up frustrations out but his heart seized up when the ink bled from the point his pen rested too long. Everything he wanted to write felt foolish and unimportant.

I'm sure he still has every guitar pick Ifrit slipped down the back of his shirt during practice, and he'd never dream of taking them to the steel again. Unwilling to scratch them, scrape any of Ifrit away. It kills him every time he touches that fucking guitar, like he's stripping it of association each time he plays.

And that's just to name a few...Dew's got shelves of gifts and trinkets and what have you but they sit to collect dust and carry the weight of his guilt. He's aware of how quickly things run out, can be taken away. He never wants to let them go because the day the bottle runs empty or he reaches the last page that's it. That's just it. It's over and the memory is gone. He can't stomach losing what little there is to cling to anymore.

I just think Dew dreads the end of things, whatever things those might be.

This got sadder than I intended....My baaaaaad

- Void

Giving you HEAD PATS AND SCRATCHES. First of all, Dew is just like me for REAL. Second, you're so right. I'm just imagining the bookshelves in his room, filled with books he's read but can't get rid of. Books he hasn't read because it isn't the right time yet. And trinkets. Gifts. On full display, but never used. Sure he touches them, picks them up and turns them in his hands. He opens that cologne and smells the nozzle but never sprays it. And if Aether notices that Dew never uses it (he does) he doesn't say anything. Though, Dew hasn't really thought much past his own hesitation--not to the other side of this. Where people who have given him things see them sit on shelves, never to be touched. Where Aether wonders if Dew doesn't like that scent, and Rain wonders if Dew doesn't like those candies he picked out special for him when they were on tour in Japan. There are foods never eaten, and teas never drank, and puzzles never opened, and books never read because Dew aches with the idea of ruining it. Of an ending. But Dew doesn't think about his own ending. About the eventual, inevitable, end of his time topside, however that will happen. He doesn't think about this room, empty of him and still filled with a life time of gifts, memories, and love that he never took full advantage of--because he was too afraid of losing it.

#comet comments #void #I took your angst and made it worse #you're welcome #dewdrop ghoul #literally though I am intimately familiar with this behavior and man is it a BITCH to break

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abitohoney · 1 year ago

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Flustered - PT3

PT1 || PT2 || PT3

Ran x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags (for entire fic): Teasing, Voyeurism, Light Dom/sub, Master/Pet, Light Bondage, Impact Play, Dom Ran, sub Reader, Blindfolds, Begging, Praise Kink, Light Sadism, Light Masochism, Scratching, Ice Play, Vibrators, Orgasm Delay, Aftercare

Word Count: 6.6k

Summary: PT1: 3 times Ran definitely made you flustered And 1 time you made them flustered (you think)

PT2 and PT3: After losing a bet with Ran, their resulting “prize” leads to precisely the thing you’ve been dreading. But worse than that, it’s also precisely the thing you’ve been craving.

AN: Already on AO3, just finally getting it on here.

“You’re not going to make me wear that stupid costume again, are you?” you ask in a hushed tone as you follow Ran down the hallway of the same brothel they’d taken you to not more than a few weeks ago. However this time, it’s not business. Strictly pleasure. Ran’s pleasure. Although as much as you hate to admit it to even yourself, most likely your pleasure as well.

Ran steps through an open door and into one of the rooms. A different one than last time.

As you pass by Ran, side-eying them suspiciously, they shake their head ‘no’.

Even if you ignore the tiny smirk tugging at their black-painted lips, you still feel the nauseating unease at the possibility that the costume may have actually been the better option over whatever Ran has planned instead.

“Am I right to assume you have no intentions of explaining any of your plans?” you ask as they close the door and drop a bag- containing Janna knows what- onto a small table.

“Yep.”

Lovely.

You scan the small room, roaming aimlessly as you try to find something to focus on besides Ran as they rummage through their bag. There’s a large settee situated at the back wall- an ornately carved wooded frame covered by a smooth white seat that wraps over the armrests. You drag your fingers over the surface of it as you walk past it.

“White leather,” you scoff in disgust, “These Piltie pricks are so fucking fancy it makes me sick.” You hear Ran release a short, quiet laugh from behind you. Curious, you glance over your shoulder.

What was that saying you heard Topsiders always using? Curiosity killed the cat. Yeah. And you must be a cat, because your curiosity reveals at least part of Ran’s plan, and Janna is it going to kill you.

Ran stands in the middle of the room on a small footstool, threading a soft red rope through several hooks fastened to a large beam spanning the length of the room.

Before those mischievous dark eyes of theirs can catch you gaping, you quickly turn away.

Why did you agree to that damn arm wrestling bet? Hell, why did you agree to Ran’s prize of picking up where you two left off at the brothel? You could have simply said no. Demanded that they pick another reward. But everyone was watching you two. Ran would have surely made it known that you were reneging on the bet. And the boys would have never let you live it down. But really, you wish that was the only reason you agreed. Hell, you wished it was the main reason. But it wasn’t.

You wanted this.

Every fucking night since that fateful evening you’ve been having dreams, and not just while asleep. Daydreams too. Dreams about how that evening could have gone if that disgusting man hadn’t been there. If the two of you had been alone. And hell if those thoughts didn’t get you so fucking wet-

“Hey.”

Ran’s low voice from behind you startles you from your daze. With a jump and a small squeal, you turn to Ran. You’re met with the curl of dark lips, no doubt amused with how ridiculously jumpy you are.

What an asshat.

The eye not covered by their angled bangs twinkles with mirth.

An undeniably alluring asshat.

Ran nods toward the rope dangling from the ceiling and you reluctantly, but obediently, follow. You stand, noticeably stock still and rigid, with your back to the ropes. The lump returns to your throat yet again as you watch Ran bring a black blindfold into your view and carefully slip it over your head.

You’re plunged into darkness, and it’s almost instantaneous how every other sense is heightened as a result. You can smell Ran’s subtle, yet familiar perfume. Cloves and patchouli as always. You can hear Ran’s calm, steady breaths, as well as your starkly ragged and nervous breaths. And you can feel the cold metal of Ran’s fingers as they slide over your own before slipping something into your palm.

“Drop this if you want to stop,” Ran says quietly against your ear.

Their warm breath tickles your ear and you shiver despite how terribly warm you feel.

You experimentally squeeze the object in your hand– a soft, malleable ball of some kind. And it’s a damn good thing it’s so forgiving, because when you feel Ran’s lips brush against your ear when they speak again, you nearly crush it against your palm.

“Or say denial.”

Denial? Why the hell did they pick that word of all the possibilities?

There’s a long, silent, and very awkward pause before you realize Ran is waiting for you to confirm you understand their instructions.

After trying- albeit failing- to swallow the godforsaken lump in your throat so you can speak clearly, you instead nod several times, hoping that will be enough to appease Ran. You don’t need or want to give them any more fuel to tease you with. A soft hum comes from in front of you as metal fingertips languidly trail up your arm and across your collarbone.

Metal and flesh fingers deftly move to unbutton your blouse, gradually working down from the collar. The cool air that skims over your exposed skin as Ran slips the shirt off your shoulders is a welcome relief to your warm chest, but does nothing to calm your nerves. Not when you feel Ran’s flesh fingers ghost up and over your shoulder as they move behind you to unclasp your bra.

You allow it to fall to the floor at your feet, and your cheeks burn with the knowledge of your upper half being fully on display.

“Up,” Ran instructs with a tap against one of your arms.

Obediently, you raise your arms above your head, allowing Ran to wrap and secure your wrists to the rope suspended from the ceiling. They pull the rope tighter, adjusting until your arms are held high above your head, but still bent comfortably.

“Good?” they ask.

Define good.

Your body is on fire, yet covered in goosebumps. You’re excited, yet nervous as high hell. And you’re horny as fuck for your partner in crime, yet you dread acknowledging that fact. Is that good or bad?

Regardless of what the definition is, you do NOT want Ran to stop now, so you give them another nod.

Ran saunters back around to your front, this time ghosting metal fingers across the newly exposed skin of your breasts.

They slip their fingers beneath the waistband of your pants and slide them down, helping you step out of your shoes and pantlegs one foot at a time. You’d think a task like that would be easy enough to do on your own, but it’s not. Not when your legs are already aching with your growing arousal.

Then you feel those contrasting cool and warm digits slip beneath the band of your panties. And this time, Ran deliberately slips them down your legs unhurriedly. Even though you can’t see Ran, you just know they’re eyeing your obvious arousal, and the heat spreads from your cheeks straight down your neck.

You hear Ran toss your underwear aside, followed by shuffling of the bag they’d brought with.

Fuck, what else did they bring?

Ran’s fingers unexpectantly tap against the inside of your legs and you release another unseemly startled squeal.

Ran huffs a laugh before issuing the command, “Spread.”

Oh Janna, no!

Now your body really heats up. Clear from head to toe.

You hesitate. You fucking want to do this. But you also feel incredibly self-conscious, to be so vulnerable and on display for Ran like this. Again!

“Don’t be shy,” Ran teases from their crouched position before you.

“I’m not shy!” you croak, voice cracking from the goddamn lump still threatening to choke you.

Ran’s breathy laugh is quiet, but it’s more than loud enough for you to hear. If your face gets any hotter, you’re certain it will spontaneously combust.

“Fuck you, Ran,” you murmur, but your frustration at least gives you something else to focus on as you finally spread your legs. Something soft and smooth wraps around one of your ankles, then around the other after Ran spreads them further apart, so much so that your arms are pulled tighter above your head as your body lowers.

When you hear Ran rise to their feet and take a step back, you try to adjust your legs, finding your suspicions confirmed.

Your legs are being forced to stay apart by a spreader bar.

So evil!

Even though you can’t see Ran, you can feel their eyes roaming over your now completely naked body.

"So pretty," Ran says quietly and traces a cool, sharp finger along the side of your jaw and down beneath your chin.

The sound of soft footsteps moving to your right side catches your attention and you suck in an anxious breath.

"So soft."

That same finger drags down your neck, then across the swell of a breast.

Oh Janna, the praise. The sinful caresses. You wish those didn’t affect you the way they do. They make your legs weak and your head spin. They make you feel like you’d do anything Ran asked you to, just so you could have more.

Then you hear them move to the opposite side.

"So delicate."

Two fingers pinch and tease the hardening peak of the other breast.

You suck in another sharp breath.

Ran's finger trails down and along your waist as they move to stand behind you.

"So breakable," they whisper against your ear.

You nearly moan at that, but freeze when the word finally sinks in.

Breakable? What the hell are they talking about?

You no more than finish that thought when Ran suddenly backs away, and without warning- SMACK- you're hit with something right across your bare asscheek.

The squeal that leaves your mouth isn't the only awkward reaction you have. Your damn toes curl so hard you lift yourself up off the floor a good couple of inches.

"Fuck, Ran," you whine, and unfortunately that was supposed to be a lot more chastising, and a lot less pathetic.

"Metal or flesh?" Ran asks, once again teasingly bringing their mouth to your ear.

Mind reeling at the stinging sensation along your bottom, you don't quite grasp the question.

"What?" You choke out.

"Metal," Ran repeats as they brush cool metal digits across your tingling skin. "Or flesh?" They make the same motion, this time with their human hand.

Oh.

You think the press of cool metal against your prickling hot skin would be most soothing, but you also crave the intimate touch of their human hand. More afraid to confess that you want that intimacy, you whisper a shaky, "Metal."

Ran hums softly, almost tauntingly, but takes a step back again to run the smooth backs of several cold fingertips across your heated skin. It certainly is soothing. So much so that you can't contain the shaky breath that leaves your chest.

Something- or rather some things- drag teasingly over your shoulder and along your collarbone as Ran slowly stalks around your body. You realize, as the end of the soft, leather-like pieces fall and graze across your cleavage, that it must be the object they'd used to hit your backside. A flogger. And sure enough, just as you feel them remove it after dragging it over the opposite shoulder, another resounding SMACK fills the otherwise quiet room. Followed by another sharp yelp that pulls from your throat.

"Damnit, Ran!" Your complaint quickly devolves into a whimper as cool fingers smooth over the marks left on your other cheek. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you couldn't be any more grateful for the mask covering them. But the pain quickly subsides, replaced with a pleasant tingling sensation as Ran continues to use that blessed metal hand to caress your bottom.

Such sweet torture. Why is this so good?

Just as you start to relax again, you feel Ran's hand leave your body and they step away. Your entire body tenses in anticipation and the hand above your head holding the ball squeezes it in a death grip.

Even though you're prepared, or at least expecting it this time, the sharp smack of the flogger still rips an embarrassing cry from your pained throat. You don't need to see to know Ran is smirking triumphantly at your reactions as they watch you writhe and pull against your restraints.

This time, as Ran runs their cool digits across the curve of your ass, they bring their lips to your ear to taunt you. “You still going to deny it this time?”

“D-deny what?” you stammer. You’re pretty sure you know what Ran’s fishing for, but you hope- no, pray- that they will pity your feigned naivety and just leave you be. But you know Ran better than that. And at that moment, you realize why they'd chosen 'denial' as the safe word.

“You’re enjoying this,” they reply as they drag the tip of a finger down and dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. Your very spread and noticeably wet thighs.

You say nothing and attempt to close your legs, just to be thwarted by the damn spreader bar at your ankles. You know, that Ran knows, that you are definitely enjoying this. Yet, they refuse to let you get away with keeping quiet about it.

Warm breath tickles your other ear, making the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“I’ll stop.”

You’re not sure if Ran’s words are a threat or a promise, but what you do know is that you do NOT want Ran to stop. And when you feel them step away, their soothing hand disappearing with them, you finally break.

“No!” you blurt out, far louder and more desperate than you had intended. Lowering your voice to a breathy whine, you add, “Please don’t stop.”

“Why not?” Ran taunts, humming softly as they start to pace around your body again, dragging the long, leather falls of the flogger along your waist. It tickles your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, which only makes concentrating that much more difficult.

“Because I- I like it.” You quietly murmur.

“What was that?” Ran teases from behind you.

“I- I said- because…” your words trail off, your mind distracted by the sensation of the flogger gradually skimming up the inside of a thigh.

“...because I li-” You pause again as it’s merely an inch from your weeping cunt, and your mind just blanks, your breath held in anticipation. You squeeze your eyes shut behind the mask.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

And then- it’s gone.

“Ran, ple-” your cry of protest is cut short, transformed into a shrill yelp as the flogger hits the very bottom of an asscheek. Much harder this time.

“Answer me,” Ran says cooly. As if they hadn’t just smacked you hard enough to leave you seeing stars.

Ran’s demand barely gets through to your ears over your own sobs. Tears now fall freely from your eyes, soaking into the soft mask where it rests against your cheeks. You squeeze the ball in your hand and push up onto your curled toes as your skin throbs, heats, and prickles.

“I like what you’re doing,” you finally confess with a choked sob. And the reward makes it entirely worth it.

Ran hums in approval before running their hand over your tender flesh. Only this time it’s with their human hand, and it’s fucking divine. It may not be cold like their metal hand, but it’s so much more soft, smooth, and tender.

“Knew you were a masochist,” they quietly jeer, but you couldn’t care less as their hand continues to caress the curve of your ass. “Aren’t you?”

Before the question can fully register in your lust-laden brain, you feel the sharp press of several metal fingertips against your shoulder blade. And then they drag so ungodly slow down your spine, with just the right amount of pressure to dance along that line between pain and pleasure.

“Oh fuck yes,” you groan and you let your head fall back in pure bliss. Those delightful fingers rake clear down to the top of your ass before finally lifting away. Your body visibly shudders as a wave of pleasure courses through your body like an aftershock.

Their hands trade places, the metal one soothing over your still-tingling asscheek, while the flesh one traces appreciatively over the marks the other just left behind.

“Pretty,” Ran hums in admiration.

Your body gradually relaxes under their ministrations. The soothing feeling of their stable breaths across your bare shoulder helps you settle your own breathing. Unfortunately, you relax a little too much, and realize it all too late as the ball slips from your hand and drops to the floor with a deafening thud.

Ran’s hands freeze, as does your breathing.

No. NO!

“Ran! Ran- I didn’t mean to drop it! Please don’t stop!” you blurt out. At this point, you don’t give a shit how desperate you sound. You are desperate. You’re so damn worked up you’d be willing to get yourself off right here in front of Ran if it meant you’d finally relieve the growing tension that’s taken over every fiber of your being since you first set foot in this room. Rather, since whatever the two of you have going on started months ago.

Ran’s airy laugh from behind you makes you jump.

Damn, you’re so high-strung.

“Ran, please!” you beg and turn your head towards them as you hear them walk around you.

Fuck, they’re going to stop.

“Calm down,” Ran teases as they slip the ball back into your other hand.

Calm down? CALM DOWN?!

Easy for them to say. They aren’t the one buck-ass naked, tied up with their legs spread. Nor are they the one being teased, tortured, and brought to the brink of insanity by their secret crush. Okay, maybe it’s not so much a secret anymore, but yeah- you're a bit panicked, and with damn good reason.

“Looks like you need to cool off,” Ran adds as they swipe a finger across your sweaty forehead.

As you listen to Ran's receding footsteps, you realize just how right they are. You can feel the fine sheen of sweat that covers your forehead and chest. And unfortunately, that's not the only wetness giving away just how excited you are. There's evidence coating the inside of your thighs as well.

Ran returns, and you hear the familiar clinking sound of ice hitting the side of a glass.

Oh, thank Janna, a drink!

You are beyond parched. Your lips part on instinct, tongue darting out to lick them. However, when Ran comes to stand mere inches from your body, it becomes pretty clear, pretty quickly, that they have other ideas.

A freezing, wet cube is suddenly pressed against your collarbone just below your shoulder, withdrawing a startled yelp, and you reflexively attempt to back away. Your restraints keep you in place, forcing you to endure the torture of Ran running the ice slowly across to your other shoulder. Droplets of cool water collect at the center of your collarbone before dripping down your chest and disappearing between your cleavage. Goosebumps immediately follow in its wake, but when you open your mouth to protest, Ran slips the remainder of the cube into your mouth. It melts almost instantly, but even that tiny bit of water sliding down your throat is a welcome sensation.

Ran trails a second cube over the swell of each breast, delighting in how your body jerks away on instinct. And when they swirl it around each hardening nipple, they release a quiet hum of appreciation while you squirm and bite back the wanton sounds that threaten to escape your mouth.

“Open,” Ran commands as they press the tiny piece against your lips.

You happily oblige, welcoming another teasing amount of cool water to quench your thirst, just the tiniest bit. The sound of ice shifting and hitting the glass reaches your ear, and you realize it’s coming from much lower now, closer to the floor. You fidget with the ball in your hand, wriggling against the rope in anticipation of what Ran will do next. Certain Ran can see far more than you ever expected to show them from their position at your spread feet, you shift nervously, You want desperately to close your legs and hide your obvious arousal. But it seems Ran is having none of that.

The sudden chill of another piece touches the inside of a calf and you suck in a sharp breath. Then quickly release it in a shaky whimper of Ran’s name as they start to trail further up your leg.

Oh fuck. Please Janna…

You’re honestly not even sure what you’re pleading for. All you know is that Ran has that freezing cube inching closer, and closer to your needy cunt. And you can feel it shrink smaller and smaller with every inch it glides further up your thighs. Unknowingly, you bite your bottom lip and hold your breath. Your entire body tenses and time stops as the tiny cube melts to nothing, leaving just Ran’s chilled fingertip at the very junction of your thighs.

Light flashes behind your eyes the moment Ran strokes the tip of their finger torturously slow through your wet folds. A pleasurable ache emanates from your core, pulsing through your lower half. Your knees buckle and your left hanging with all your weight on your bound wrists. But that’s the last thing on your mind as the sudden drop causes Ran’s finger to graze over your clit.

“Oh Fuck, Ran,” you keen and your head lulls back in ecstasy.

And then- just like that– that divine finger is gone.

“No!” you cry out, head jolting back upright. Your eyes fly open in your panic, but you’re still unable to see anything behind the damn blindfold. However, you can hear Ran’s light laugh as they drag their wet finger down your chest and between your cleavage, basically using your tits as a rag.

Evil, vile, sexy little devil!

Ran’s footsteps recede to someplace behind you, and once you regain your strength, you force yourself back onto your spread feet.

“You know-” you pause, realizing how fucking hoarse your voice is, and clear your throat.

Janna, you’re wound so fucking tight. Figuratively and literally. You can feel that coil-like sensation deep in your abdomen. The one you get just before you feel that sweet release. Which you are currently in desperate need of. And somehow Ran has gotten you there with far less touching than anyone else who has ever had the honor of doing so. Yourself included. It makes you wonder just how… experienced Ran is with this.

A noise behind you draws your attention back to Ran. They’re shuffling through their bag, looking for Janna knows what this time. Their next torture device, no doubt.

“You know, even though you won that stupid bet, that doesn’t give you a pass to torture me all fucking night,” you finally get out. Unfortunately, it’s far more broken and pathetic than you had hoped for. So of course it doesn’t phase Ran one bit. Not that anything ever does. They're always so damn calm, cool, and collected.

Ran approaches you again, standing behind you as they tap your hand- the one still tightly gripping the ball- and whisper into your ear, “I can stop.”

Not that again.

“You’re evil, you know that?” you grumble under your breath.

“You like it,” Ran teases.

You want to deny it, but at this point, how can you? As if your sweat-slick skin, labored breathing, and pathetic whimpers, whines, and pleading weren’t enough of an indication, the wetness between your legs is a dead giveaway.

You’re suddenly ripped from your thoughts when Ran removes your blindfold. Even though the lighting in the room is dim, it’s still a harsh adjustment after being in the dark for so long.

Just how long has it been?

Blinking several times, your eyes finally adjust. You turn your head to watch Ran slowly circle you. Their lips are pulled into a tiny amused smirk as they observe your expression. You start to question your earlier analogy of who is truly the cat in this situation. With the way Ran deliberately stalks around your vulnerable body, you can’t help but feel like a small defenseless mouse being toyed with by a powerful cat. They’ve got you trapped, weakened, and clearly at their mercy, yet they won’t attack. Not yet at least.

Something in Ran’s metal hand catches your eye and your attention drops to find them playfully twirling something in it. The combination of unique shape and material leaves no doubt in your mind what it is, and your breath catches in your throat.

A vibrator.

Your gaze darts back up to Ran’s just as they’re rounding your other side, making their way to your back again. Their impish smile grows at the sight of your worried expression.

“How long can you last?” Ran taunts from behind you. “Should we make another bet?”

Not trusting your own voice, you shake your head. Not that it matters. You likely don’t get a vote in this. Ran will make a game of it regardless of your answer. But you’re done with the denial. You’re going to gain just as much pleasure, if not more, as they are.

Another one of their airy laughs sends shivers down your spine, but that's quickly replaced with heat when they step close enough for the front of their body to brush against the back of yours. That heat suddenly pools between your slick-covered thighs when you think of what they're about to do.

"Let's find out," Ran whispers as they glide the tip of the vibrator across your bare abdomen before ever so slowly descending.

Your breath hitches as the tip reaches your clit. The moment it slides over, you take your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to bite back the weak mewl that threatens to escape. Your body shudders at the wave of pleasure.

Fuck, you could lose it before Ran even turns the damn thing on!

Your mind and body suddenly seem to lose communication when Ran's flesh hand snakes around and up your stomach to pinch a hardened nipple, all while the other hand presses the head of the vibrator through your wet folds. Your hips jerk forward and your back arches to press further into both points of blissful contact without your permission. Not that you care. Your body knows what you want.

Ran tugs on your nipple while dragging the toy back up and over your clit, sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

Your head falls back against Ran's shoulder. Without realizing it, your grip on the ball loosens, but thankfully it remains secure. You release your bottom lip, allowing a breathy moan to finally slip past.

The moment Ran turns the vibrator on, you immediately lose all control. All your restraint. All your inhibitions. The ball finally slips from your grasp, but neither you nor Ran takes notice. Or at least you don't. Perhaps they just take pity on you and continue anyway.

Your mind is gone entirely. Everything else in the room has disappeared. It's just you, Ran, their deliciously deft fingers rolling over your nipple, and that blissful toy vibrating against your swollen bundle of nerves.

Your head rolls to the side until your sweaty forehead presses against the cool skin of Ran's neck. Moans and mewls fall freely from your slack mouth as you feel that familiar pressure low in your belly grow stronger with each passing second.

Unbeknownst to you, you begin moaning Ran's name as you get closer to that lovely peak. The one you've been dying to reach since this whole thing started between you two months ago.

Ran turns their head, their lips brushing against the top of your forehead as they teasingly whisper, "Already?" When you're too lost in your own pleasure to reply, they add, "Maybe we should draw this out?"

Now that makes its way through your hazy mind, but only because you feel Ran start to slide the vibrator away from your aching clit.

Your eyes fly open in horror. "No! Ran, please!"

Janna, you couldn't possibly take this much longer. You've been waiting- wanting- needing for far too long. And you're so fucking close.

Ran's breath fans across your damp forehead when they release another breathy laugh through their nose. "Shh," they whisper, "I'll let you have your release."

Oh, thank Janna!

"-but you'll have to ask for it. Properly," Ran adds and you can fucking hear the fiendish smile in their voice.

So fucking evil!

"Ran, please!" You beg again. You helplessly pull your wrists against the rope restraints as you try to reposition your body to get the toy back where you need it. "Ran, I-"

Fuck, what the hell does Ran want you to say exactly? How can you even think when your mind is so clouded? When their fingers continue to twist, roll, and tug at your sensitive nipple. Or when the vibrator sits just on the edge of that sweet spot.

"I want to- I need to cum," you whimper and buck your hips toward the toy. "Please let me cum, Ran."

Those must have been the magic words, because not only does that earn you the returning stimulation direct against your clit, Ran also turns the intensity up a notch.

It's enough to finally, finally, push you over the edge that you've been teetering on for far too long. The pleasure that races through your body is maddeningly good. It leaves you seeing nothing more than a bright flash of white behind your tightly shut eyes. You bury your face into Ran's neck as much as you can. Your cry of ecstasy is nothing more than a near-silent scream as all the air in your lungs escaped moments before. But as you suck that oxygen back in, it comes as a pathetic, choked sob.

Ran- bless them for taking pity on your pathetic ass- helps you ride through your high, but ceases their ministrations the moment it ends. Once you fall back against their body, limp and dazed, they turn the vibrator off, but keep it pressed lightly against your throbbing clit. Their other hand slides down to wrap gently around your waist while you attempt to recover and catch your breath.

You’re not sure how long the two of you stand like that, with them gently holding you upright and your body limp against theirs, but when you start to come to and open your eyes, reality sinks in.

Ran just fucking got you off. Got you most of the way there without even laying a hand on you. At least not where you would normally need it. They got you to confess you like being flogged. And now you’re standing- albeit barely- in a brothel completely nude, legs spread, covered in sweat and- other bodily fluids, all while Ran is one-hundred-percent fully clothed, dry, and shame-free.

“What the fuck, Ran?” you breathe.

“Complaining?” Ran asks as they slide the vibrator through your folds before lifting it and holding it out for you to see. It’s absolutely coated in your release, just glistening in the dimly lit room.

Your cheeks grow hot again, but you don’t have the strength nor the case to claim you’re complaining about any of what just happened. Not when Ran is so proudly displaying the indisputable proof right in front of your face. But you’re also just too exhausted to play along in any aspect.

“I’m tired, Ran” you sigh and give your restraints a weak tug.

Ran might be a bit of a sadist, but not cruelly so. They know when to stop, so they set the vibrator aside before moving to your front side and crouching to remove the spreader bar.

You watch their dark gaze travel up the inside of your legs, your very wet legs. The heat in your cheeks intensifies when you catch how their lips tug upward at the sight. You quickly turn away and pretend to wipe your sweaty forehead against one of your raised arms.

Even though your legs are free, you can’t seem to muster the strength to pull them back together as Ran stands to untie your hands.

“Ran, I’m not sure I can stand-” You can’t get your confession out soon enough as the rope releases your hands and all your weight falls to your trembling legs. They give out and you gasp as you collapse forward.

Ran, thankfully, reacts quickly enough to slip their arms beneath yours and catch you. However, they’re unable to hold your weight for long and carefully bring you down to the floor with them. They sit cross-legged and help pull you sideways across their lap.

If you thought your predicament was embarrassing before, this was downright humiliating. You're so weak! You can’t even look at them in the eye right now. Instead, you stare at the contrast between their white skin and the soft fringe of their dark hair hanging along their cheek.

“Sorry,” you murmur, but to your surprise, rather than teasing you, you feel Ran gently stroke your hair and scalp with their metal fingers. You rest the side of your head against their shoulder and breath in deeply. The scent of their perfume leaves your head feeling cloudy, almost high, and eventually, your body relaxes further into theirs.

The two of you sit like that, in silence, for some time. Long enough for your embarrassment to mostly fade away. In all honesty, you’d expected something wild to happen tonight, but this part- the aftercare- hadn’t even occurred to you. And it was admittedly just as good.

Ran is the first to break the silence with a softly spoken, “On the seat,” as they slip an arm around your back and under one of your arms to help you up onto your feet.

With their help, you manage to stand and move- albeit wobbly- over to the white leather settee where they carefully lower you onto it, stomach down. You’re about to ask why you’re lying that way when you feel them ghost their fingertips across your asscheeks. The skin is still terribly sensitive, and judging by Ran’s devious little grin, you're still visibly marked.

You watch as they head back to their bag on the table near the door to grab several items. On their way back you spot them carrying a dry cloth- it’s use obvious- but they also have a small jar of some kind. You glance up at them and from this angle, you can see both of their dark eyes from beneath the angled curtain of hair covering the front of their face. To your surprise, there is something there besides their typical mild amusement. Something you haven’t seen before. Or at least you hadn’t noticed it. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it seems… soft.

Soft? Definitely not a word you ever thought you’d associate with Ran’s demeanor. Soft skin, soft hair, soft lips– sure, but soft feelings? No way.

Ran taps the side of your hip and you scoot over, giving them enough room to sit at the edge of the seat beside you. Using the folded towel, they gently wipe away the sweat from your forehead, neck, and back before folding it in the other direction and wiping up the inside of your thighs. They set that aside and open the small jar. It quickly becomes apparent what it’s for when they scoop out a small amount of salve with their flesh fingers.

They take one of your hands into their own and inspect your wrist, gently running a thumb over the marks. The skin is raw, but not from Ran’s inability to properly bind your hands, because they certainly were comfortable in the beginning. It was your own doing, your squirming and writhing that rubbed them raw. And you hadn’t even realized it, hadn’t felt any pain. You were too caught up in all the other wonderful sensations.

Ran carefully applies the soothing lotion to each of your wrists. But the act itself isn’t even what’s most moving. It’s the gentleness, the care that they put into it.

Why does that make your heart flutter?

You try to avoid eye contact with them, suddenly feeling oddly giddy and instead focus on their hands as they work.

Once they're done, they scoot further down the seat towards your legs, and it dawns on you what’s next.

Oh, here we go.

You quickly turn your head away from them and towards the back of the settee, not trusting your ability to keep a straight face as they start carefully rubbing the healing balm over your sore bottom. And oh Janna does it feel fucking good. You release a long, relieved sigh as they gently work the cool salve into your heated skin.

“Good?” they ask when they finish.

Fucking great.

“Mhm,” you murmur dreamily.

Ran gives your ass a playful little pat before wiping the excess balm onto the towel from earlier and heading back to the table again.

You turn your head to watch Ran through heavy-lidded eyes, and now you’re feeling incredibly soft as you see them carry back the glass of ice water from earlier. You turn onto your side and prop your head up on a hand. When they kneel before you to help you drink, you don’t bother to try to hide how your lips pull into a dopey smile.

Ran holds the glass to your lips, wearing their own soft smirk as they watch you chug down the entirety of the refreshing drink.

“Thank you,” you say softly and your eyes drift back down to stare at Ran’s lips. They look incredibly soft.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask without thinking.

Shit. SHITSHITSHIT!

You mentally slap yourself. What the hell is wrong with you?

Ran laughs, but it’s that damn breezy laugh they always do, just through their nose, and you’re just now realizing that you never truly hated it. Even when they were teasing you. You fucking love it! And that realization is not helping your situation whatsoever.

“You didn’t ask last time,” Ran teases.

What?

Oh.

Oh yeah. That.

That time in the alley, when you two were running from the Enforcers, and you decided to grab Ran and kiss them. Yeah. Of course you didn’t ask, but still…

“Sorry about that. I was just kidding anyway,” you reply sheepishly, but unfortunately not convincingly.

Next thing you know, Ran’s metal hand is pressed firmly against the back of your head and you’re pulled closer until your lips meet theirs.

The kiss is brief, but it’s just as electric as last time. On instinct, you close your eyes and moan softly as the side of their nose brushes along yours. Soft definitely applies to them in this context. Their nose, their lips, but also the way their mouth presses so gently to yours. It’s not ravenous, or wild, or lust-fueled. It’s just… sweet. Yet another word you never thought you’d add to your inner ‘Ran dictionary’.

When Ran pulls back, a tender smile on both your faces, they turn the tables right back around and say exactly what you would expect them to say.

“Same time next week?”

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This fictional piece contains murder, degradation, and non-con themes. Please proceed accordingly.

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Summary: Her voice shook in the quiet of the hallway, and as you looked around more closely you could see even more obvious signs of life. Not currently, it was all old food wrappers and what looked like either black spray paint or scorch marks across the walls, all left from however long ago. You didn’t know how you missed it all earlier, the signs were right there, pointing at how very clearly someone had been living in that abandoned old hospital for at least a year, if not two.

This is how people in horror movies die, you think to yourself as glass screeches against glass beneath your feet. Abandoned warehouses and old buildings were not your usual haunts, and going at night was even less your cup of tea. And yet, somehow, your so-called friends had managed to drag you out in the dead of night, in the middle of winter, to some left-to-rot depot in the more run down parts of Kamino Ward.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Your friends insisted, a group of three other girls who had gone through college with you. “It's not like anyone’s gonna be there to catch us anyway.”

You exhaled softly through your nose and rubbed at your eyes. “There’s probably going to be animals,” you stress, “and who knows, there could be druggies or those guys who look for metal… you know, people who are most definitely not afraid to kill us?”

The ringleader of your little group, a bright-eyed girl named Izumi, jostled your shoulder playfully. “You’re such a worrier! No one’s going to be there, and we can just fight them off anyway.”

You didn’t even want to think about just how absolutely wrong she was, but you couldn’t help it. Four girls, up against god-knows-who, with devil-knows-how-many weapons and much more conviction to stay hidden than any of your friends were to go exploring. They wanted adventure, but only on their terms and every fiber in your body felt like this was the worst possible way to scratch that itch.

But, at the same time, you would have felt even worse if you didn’t at the very least go with them. So there you were, the four of you bundled up in puffy jackets with flashlights on-hand. You carried extra batteries, just in case. And a Swiss army knife that your dad gifted you for your 19th birthday. And matches and a lighter. And some granola bars, along with a bottle of water. And duct tape.

Okay, so maybe you were a bit overprepared, but you’d rather be over prepped and ready for anything than not ready at all for any emergency situations that might arise. You also shoved a first aid kit packed away in your bag.

“You going camping?” Izumi had snickered when you were filling up your water bottle. You leveled a glare at her, and tightened the cap before tipping it over to make sure no water could leak out.

“No,” you sniffed, tucking the offending water bottle into your backpack as your friends pulled on their coats and gloves. “But if you’re thirsty, you can’t ask me for water.”

Izumi pouted at you, tugging on your arm. “Oh, what? That’s not fair, I was just playing!”

It was your turn to snicker at her now, and you shrugged her off in favor of slipping on your own warm gear. You chose not to answer her, and Izumi hung her head in resignation and what you hoped was shame.

Which was how your little group ended up in front of what Izumi was telling you used to be a mental inpatient institute. You shivered, despite your warm jacket and gloves, and watched as your breath fogged up in the air before you. Dread pooled in your gut, an unshakable feeling that you felt the need to voice. “Guys, it’s not too late to turn back now.”

One of the other girls, Atsuko, rolled her eyes at your scaredy-cat attitude. “You’re seriously so boring. Come on. We’ll all go ahead of you, don’t worry.”

You sighed but muttered a quiet ‘fine,’ and motioned for everyone to move forward in their exploration of the old, crumbling building. Metal and glass crunched and squeaked and made all sorts of horrible noises underfoot, and you gritted your teeth to prevent any unnecessary shrieking as you edged towards the busted-open doors. Your friends, braver or just more stupid than you, were already forging ahead, flashlights on and waving wildly around what the decaying map on one of the walls told you was the main entrance of the hospital. Rubble was everywhere, broken-down walls that had collapsed with time and overgrown plants took over most of the space. You looked down as you picked your way through the mess, and something just wasn’t quite right. There was a feeling in your gut that wouldn’t leave you alone, the hair on your arms pricking beneath your thick layers as you caught up with your friends.

No one was talking quietly as they passed through the rooms, and it irked you. Beams of light swayed this way and that as you explored deeper into the building. Names of people long dead were rattled off by Izumi every time you entered a new section, doctors and patients alike, and it wasn’t long until you found yourselves in what seemed to be an even older part of the hospital. Rust was dripping down from the ceiling, coating every metal surface in sight, and old beds and gurneys were cluttered in corners while there was clear water damage in others. And there was dust everywhere, a thick layer of it to be exact. It spiraled up and into the air with every step anyone made, and you quickly pulled the collar of your coat up to protect your nose and mouth, eyes squeezed shut. Your footprints were easily spotted in the hallways, and you kept looking behind you as that not-quite-right feeling from earlier doubled in the space between your heart and your stomach.

“Guys,” you mumbled through the fabric of your collar. “I really think we should get out of here.”

Your friends groaned at your insistence. “Why did you even come if you were going to be such a spoilsport?” Izumi asked.

“Haha, cum,” Haru, the last tagalong of your group, mumbled to herself.

“Because I would have felt like shit if you guys died and I wasn’t there,” you responded snarkily, ignoring her. “Seriously, something feels off about this place.”

You caught Atsuko rolling her eyes at Izumi and Haru. “You’re just paranoid,” she said, “quit bitching.”

“I’m not bitching,” you muttered, your voice sounding more petulant and whiny than you intended, but you ducked your head and trotted through the dust to keep up with your friends. “I just don’t wanna fuckin’ be here…”

It had been several hours, and you were still plagued by the instinct that something was just wrong about the hospital. You couldn’t tell if it was just the vague sense that you were being watched, or if you were being paranoid like your friends suggested, or if there was really something truly wrong with the space. But your nerves still felt frayed either way, and you had a stress headache building behind your eyes.

And to make things worse, Izumi suggested splitting up. You and Haru were the only ones who protested this idea, which made Izumi immediately pair the two of you up as her and Atsuko went off to explore on their own.

“God, this is the worst,” you mumbled, kicking the top part of a cinder block off of its other half. “I don’t want to be here.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t want to come either,” Haru snipped back at you.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at her, a quiet rage simmering just below the surface of your skin. “Why didn’t you say anything then?”

Haru shrugged in a too-casual manner that clued you off to the fact that she actually felt guilty. “Didn’t want to be seen as a wuss.”

“Oh so it’s fine for you guys to see me as a wimp, but the rest of you guys get to be the brave ones? Seriously?”

Haru snapped her head up, glaring at you. “It’s not like that! I just meant I-”

“Save it,” you snapped, waving a hand at her. You shivered again, the cold had been thoroughly and consistently been seeping through your clothes all these hours, and now that you were standing still it was even more bone-chilling. You shifted your weight from foot to foot to try and keep your circulation going.

To her credit, Haru looked like she genuinely felt bad for what she said, and you sighed. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, unmoving in the dark hallway as the tension in the air settled. And then it hit you like fucking a truck, it being exactly why you were so weirded out by the atmosphere.

“Haru,” you whispered, stepping back through the debris towards your friend. “We have to get out of here. Now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you keep saying that. Stop being such a baby.”

“No,” you repeated, more firmly this time. Haru finally caught on to your tone, and looked at you with a flicker of concern in her eyes as you continued. “We need to leave. There’s someone else here with us.”

“What do you mean?” She whispered. Her voice shook in the quiet of the hallway, and as you looked around more closely you could see even more obvious signs of life. Not currently, it was all old food wrappers and what looked like either black spray paint or scorch marks across the walls, all left from however long ago. You didn’t know how you missed it all earlier, the signs were right there, pointing at how very clearly someone had been living in that abandoned old hospital for at least a year, if not two.

You grabbed Haru’s hand and started dragging her back towards the convergence of hospital wings, where you last saw Izumi and Atsuko. “I mean, there was no dust. No needles either, which means someone cleaned them up.”

She stumbled along behind you, struggling to keep up with you as you darted around and through broken walls and over shattered glass tubes. “Wait- what does that mean?”

You ignored her and pursed your lips, tugging on her wrist harder, as you pulled out your phone to call Izumi. “Pick up, pick up…”

“Bitch, tell me what’s going on!” Haru cried from behind you as she almost tripped over her own feet. You continued to ignore her as Izumi answered your call.

“What? ”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, we need to get out of here,” you snapped, fed up with her attitude.

Izumi sighed heavily over the phone. You were getting increasingly more annoyed with your little group’s general animosity towards you, you who were trying to keep everyone safe and alive. “Look, we get it, you’re scared. You can go home if you want, but Atsuko and I are staying.”

“No, ” you growled into the speaker, still gripping Haru’s wrist tightly. “We all need to leave. There’s someone else here with us, and I don’t think they’re going to be very happy if they see a group of girls snooping around their home.”

“And how do you know this? ”

“Because there was no dust in the front part of this stupid place, and have you guys seen any needles? Because Haru and I haven’t, which is weird for a hospital, which means someone else is in here - living here - and I’m willing to bet it’s some guy hopped up on heroin or something who’s definitely not against killing four defenseless women!”

Your voice rose with every word, until you were nearly shouting in the echo-y space of the lobby. You reluctantly let go of Haru’s wrist, and she brought it to her chest to rub where your grip had bruised her skin. “Sorry,” you mouthed at her, noticing her wince. You turned away from her, staring at the floor as you continued to argue your point to Izumi. “Look, just meet us back where we split up? Please?”

“I’d like to point out we’re not defenseless, we have Quirks, but oh my god, fine. Atsuko, we’re going back. ”

“What? ” You could hear Atsuko whine over the phone. “Why? ”

“Because we have a crybaby of a friend, that’s why. We’ll see you soon, I guess. ”

You sighed in relief and felt your shoulders slump as Izumi hung up on you. You turned back to Haru, who was still cradling her wrist to her chest and pouting. “Did you have to yank me so hard? You almost ripped my hand clean off.”

You rolled your eyes. “I said sorry, okay? I really just want to get out of here.”

You shivered, still cold and rubbed your hands together, blowing on them to try and thaw out your fingertips. The night wasn’t getting any warmer. You heard Haru make a noise next to you, and saw her sweeping motions with the flashlight stop very suddenly. You turn, about to ask her what she just said when you notice the look on her face.

“Oh, fuck, ” Haru whimpered quietly, her shaky hand focusing the flashlight on the most terrifying man you had ever seen. If you had seen him on the street, you would have thought he was hot. Sharp, angular facial features, studded with piercings and staples that appeared to keep his own burned flesh together with smooth, unmarred skin. Haru’s flashlight made his dark hair look blue, and the shadows that draped around his shoulders only made him look scarier. And his clothes were entirely inappropriate for the mid-November night, a simple pair of pants and a short sleeved jacket were his only protection against the cold.

“Language, language,” the man rasped, stepping closer to the both of you with practiced ease. His feet fell through the thick layer of dust that was coating everything like he knew where each stone, each fallen piece of wall sat, and like he was used to stepping around it all. “You girls look like you’ve seen a ghost. I’m not gonna hurt you, don’t worry.”

“Y-you’re not?” Haru asked quietly, the both of you stepping back slowly. You were nowhere near anything that counted as an exit. Haru, who apparently couldn’t read a room to save her life, started rambling. “That’s- that’s great! Could you point us in the direction of the front doors? We were just leaving and got lost.”

“Got lost, huh?” The man asked. His eyes never strayed from you and Haru, and as he cornered the two of you, they sparkled with malice and joy - joy at your fear. He reveled in the emotions he provoked. “That sucks. Yeah, I’ll show you the way out.”

Something in your gut told you to duck, to leap away, to fucking move as the man crept closer, because the tone in his voice was not that of someone who was used to being helpful, or in the business of being nice. He was a threat that would follow through, and he knew it.

You’d be damned if you didn’t listen to your gut feelings. Because in the moment you decided to twist your body and leap to the side, the man steadied his stance, held up a hand, and he completely incinerated Haru with blazing blue flames. She didn’t even scream, the only noise she made was a low moan of pain before her life was ended and reduced to a pile of ash. You landed hard on your forearms and looked up as Haru, who just minutes ago you were debating on whether or not to keep her as a friend, was no more. Gone in a matter of seconds, her life torn away by the strange man who had no problem killing her. And by the look on his face, he saw no issues with killing you, either.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Your saving grace. Atsuko and Izumi, who had arrived just in time, were standing in the doorway, and it was clear that they had also watched Haru get burnt to a crisp.

The man turned around. “Oh, look at that, you brought more idiot friends.”

“Run!” You shouted at the two girls, who glanced at your form on the ground, confused, before they caught sight of the blue flames reappearing in the man’s outstretched hand. He cackled, eyes electrified with glee as he watched the terror pool in your friend’s faces, and he unleashed another burning hot whoosh of flames in their direction.

You took his momentary distraction to scramble to your feet and took off yourself, adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river. Panic surged in your chest as you heard Izumi and Atsuko scream, and then the sound stopped abruptly.

You couldn’t remember the way out of the building. Dark hallways twisted and turned, and you were too busy making a fuss earlier to map anything out in your head. The man’s laughter echoed behind you, reminding you that you were truly, utterly fucked.

“Where do you think you’re going, pretty girl?” He called out, his tone mocking. You could feel another rush of flames from behind you, warming your back until you were too hot, sweating beneath your jacket. It had missed you by a hair, the smell of burned fabric filling your nose before it was gone in the cold. “Come back, I promise I won’t hurt ya… Too bad.”

You could barely see as you ran, having dropped your flashlight somewhere behind you and in no hurry to turn around any time soon. The lack of light left you trampling over medical equipment, through messy rooms full of rusted wheelchairs and-

You yelped loudly as your leg caught on a piece of corroded metal, a table or chair leg. It didn’t matter to you as pain ripped through your shin, and you floundered, barely quick enough to catch yourself. Heart racing, you forced your legs to move faster, searching for any sign of a way out, a flicker of moonlight or a breeze of cold air. Anything. You could hear the man drawing even closer as you panted, the sound of his footsteps deliberate and unhurried despite how eager he was to keep up with you.

“Come on, don’t run from me,” he taunted, the pale light of his Quirk - because it had to be his Quirk - illuminating the hallway around you. “You won’t get very far.”

Desperation clawed at your throat, raw and ragged in time with your heavy breathing. You had to find somewhere to hide, or at least a way to put some distance between you and him. He wasn’t even trying to keep up with you, you could tell by the sound of heavy footfalls not too far behind you. There were several times when he had a clear shot at incinerating you, but he didn’t. You couldn’t tell if it was because he just enjoyed the chase so much, or if… Well, actually you didn’t know why else he wouldn’t take every opportunity to kill you. And you weren’t in the position to stop and think.

You were running as fast as you possibly could, kicking up dust and all sorts of hospital debris as you went, up until you came to a T shaped convergence of the halls. You could hear the man coming up behind you, and at the most inappropriate of times, a piece of advice from your driving lesson days popped into your head. Don’t go left to go right. Or in this specific case, do the exact opposite and feign going left, then at the last second veer right, and hope he gets a little thrown off your trail. You only had one chance - one try to get this right. You took it, because you’d die damned if you didn’t.

Chest heaving with effort, you darted to the left, and then jerked back at the last second to turn down the other hallway, sprinting for your life. You heard a thud from behind you, followed by a snarl. “You little bitch! ”

Had you turned around, you would have seen the scarred man smack almost face-first into the wall, using his hands to stop his skidding slide before he actually made contact. But you didn’t, because that would be stupid, and, again, you’d die damned if you were actually that stupid. Some final girl bullshit that you couldn’t really remember.

You could see a door ahead of you, a rusted metal thing with a blessed window in it, your only source of light. Well.

The pyromaniac behind you was also a source of light, but he was nowhere near blessed and you wouldn’t want to stay with him if he was your savior. This was an entirely unnecessary and distracting train of thought, you realized as you neared the door, dust flying up around you. The moonlight pooled in through the door’s window, and was eaten up by your shadow quickly as you nearly slammed into the door, jiggling the handle and-

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! It was rusted and sticking, and it took several harsh jerks before it squealed loudly, sending you tumbling into the open air with the murderer hot on your heels.

“Come on, don’t run from me,” he spat his words at you from earlier, terrifyingly close. “Name’s Dabi - there now we know each other. Don’t you wanna get to know me better, sweetheart?”

“No!” You shrieked over your shoulder, edging away from him and closer towards the edge of the woods. He had stopped just outside the hospital, hands in his pockets, and you turned to look at him now that he wasn’t actively chasing you. The fucker didn’t even look winded, compared to your heavy breathing and shaky legs. Were you that out of shape? And what kind of a bitch ass name was Dabi? You weren’t eager to find out. “Just- just get away from me, please! I won’t tell anyone you’re here, I swear!”

“You won’t?” Dabi crooned with a sickeningly sweet falseness rooted deep in his voice. He put a hand over his heart, pretending to swoon. “How kind.”

You gulped for air, shivering now that you weren’t hauling ass and were exposed to the wind.

“You cold baby? I can warm you right up.”

You shook your head and took another step back. “Please- just let me go. Please.”

Dabi hummed thoughtfully and rocked his weight from side to side, rubbing at his chin like he was actually considering letting you go. You felt hope creep up your esophagus, curling around your heart and tugging it up your throat eagerly.

Until it all went plummeting to your stomach, your knees going weak when he casually said, “you’re too cute to let go.”

A sob wrangled itself into the back of your mouth, and you suddenly felt too hot, too uncomfortable in your own skin as tears pricked the backs of your eyes. You shook your head helplessly and turned to start running again, but your energy was sapped. Sweat was drying along the curve of your spine, breathing was difficult with how shaky your lungs were, and really all you could manage was staggering along through the trees. A loud sigh came from behind you, from Dabi, and he didn’t even have to raise his voice for you to hear him ask, almost bored, “this again?”

Fucker.

You didn’t make it very far. Actually, all circumstances considered, you did get pretty far away from the hospital, repeating the mantra of ‘one foot in front of the other’ over and over again until you had picked up a considerable pace and your breath was coming in short but even bursts. Your legs still burned, specifically your calves and your shin where the piece of corroded metal had torn your flesh open earlier.

You had only made it to the clearing because Dabi let you. He made that very clear. You could see and hear the tell-tale flickering of blue flames crackling on his palm behind you, almost like it was a ball he was tossing up and down. Casually.

And when he reached you, because he did, his hand was hot through the layers of your clothes as he pushed you from behind. You fell to your knees easily, and a wave of desperation washed through you, resigned to your fate. You felt hopeless as you stayed there, on your hands and knees in the middle of some bumfuck nowhere forest with a murderer who was probably, most definitely going to rape you. Tears dripped down your face, leaving cold tracks on your cheeks as another biting breeze swung through the clearing. Dabi laughed from behind you, dark and threatening and hungry.

“You look good on your knees,” he cooed, stepping closer to you. Heat radiated off of him, and it took every ounce of willpower to not shiver as your legs grew warmer. “You gave me a real good chase, I can appreciate that.”

You heaved a sob, and the ground thumped beneath your frozen fingers as Dabi also dropped to his knees, and draped himself over your body. God he was warm. And apparently turned on, going by how his dick seemed to strain against the zipper of his jeans.

Had you been in any other situation, maybe one where you met in a cute coffee shop and he gave you his number and didn’t murder your friends, you two could be cuddled up together in your bed, his large hands splayed across your stomach and maybe your thighs.

But you weren’t in another situation. You weren’t in another universe where things went well for you, you were right here, right now, with your friend’s killer curled around you and rutting his hard on against your ass.

“S-stop… please,” you begged, trying to shove him off of you. You didn’t have the strength, because despite being so tall and lanky, Dabi actually had a good amount of muscle on him - he had to, with the way he was holding an arm around your midsection like he was made of steel.

“Nah,” he rasped against your ear. Dabi chuckled at your weak struggling, and bit at the shell of your ear in retribution. In what you assumed was an apology, he licked a long, wet stripe up the same spot to soothe it. “You’re mine, gorgeous.”

He leaned back, barely, to yank at the waistband of your pants and he pulled them down swiftly to your knees. “Oho, what’s this?”

Dabi had revealed your underwear, a pretty pink pair covered in a strawberry print, with green ribbon sewn through the band. They were your favorite, but after this, you were going to burn them. Dabi’s blue flames flashed in your head, and you thought maybe burning them would be too close to home. Straight in the trash then. Dabi was still talking from above you, the hand that wasn’t holding you up by your torso trailing along the edge of the fabric. His fingers were hot, just like the rest of him, and they sent tingles down your spine as he snapped the edge of your panties. To your dismay, you felt your body betray you as those tingles turned to zings of pleasure that ran straight to your core.

“These are fuckin’ cute, you little slut,” he remarked, snapping the crotch against your pussy. “Were you expecting someone to see them?”

You sniffled and shook your head pathetically, fear and humiliation and the cold preventing you from putting up any more of a fight. Dabi noticed, because of course he did, and you couldn’t catch a break.

“Hey, where’s all that spunk from earlier?” He asked, rocking his hips forward, making you yelp and jerk before he yanked you back against him. “Don’t tell me you’re givin’ up.”

You could only whimper, your brain conflicted by so many things. It was cold, so, so, freezingly cold, and Dabi was radiating warmth like it was his job, but he had caused so much damage in one night and was about to cause more. “Please… just- just let me go.”

Dabi heaved a sigh, sounding very much like you were becoming a nuisance to him, and moved away from you. “Fine, maybe this will help.”

And then he set fire to your underwear, scorching you and leaving you exposed to the elements all at once. You squealed. “Hey!”

“Shut up, you whiny bitch,” he mumbled, shoving you flat on your face before he hiked your exposed rear end up into the air and went to fucking town on you. Sloppy and wet and messy and all sorts of fucked up, Dabi’s tongue was licking through your labia like he wanted to taste every inch of you.

Dabi grunted as he shoved his tongue inside your dripping cunt, lapping up your wetness greedily as he buried his face between your thighs. The tangy scent of your arousal filled his nostrils, making his cock throb even harder in his pants, and he could feel your body trembling beneath him. You couldn’t help any of the soft moans that spewed out of the corners of your mouth. You really, really couldn’t help it, his tongue felt so good and he was acting like your pussy was the feast to his appetite.

“Mmmph, fuck, y’taste good,” he growled, the words muffled by your slick folds. His scars and staples scraped deliciously against your inner thighs, and you felt your legs twitch involuntarily.

Being eaten out by a murderer shouldn’t feel this good.

But his fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your butt, hungry and needy and he lifted his head to suck down some air before he was buried right back against your gummy insides. He licked and sucked at your puffy clit with the tip of his tongue, relishing in each desperate whimper that escaped your lips as your juices gushed down his chin.

Dabi's mind raced with all of the depraved thoughts he could physically have as he ravaged you. Images of branding your perfect tits as he groped them, your thighs, your ass, fuck even your pretty little pussy, marking your skin with his flames, filled his head and made him dizzy with need. He wanted to ruin you, claim you, make you his in every fucking way possible.

You were a whining, writhing mess against the forest floor, hands scrabbling at moss and stones and tree roots as pleasure sparked and built up inside you. You could feel your walls fluttering around his tongue, trying desperately to listen to everything in your head screaming at you that this was wrong, that you could not cum right now. Fuck.

“Dabi, Dabi-” you whined, fingertips scrabbling at the dirt. “Please- I’m-”

“Gonna cum already?” Dabi mused, lifting his head to take a break from tonguing at your sensitive bud. “You really are just a pathetic slut, aren't you?”

You shook your head no, unable to form a coherent sentence let alone thoughts. He growled then, the vibration sending more electric-hot jolts of arousal through your veins. Dabi pulled his body away from you, and you heard him lick his lips. Slurping was probably the more accurate word, if you thought about it hard enough. You were not thinking about it hard enough, or at all really. The only thing you were doing was whining at the loss of his tongue, of his body heat.

“Yeah, you are,” Dabi argued right back, spreading you with two long fingers before shoving them inside your cunt with a wet, schlick sound. “So fuckin’ desperate for me.”

You moaned and squirmed, at the sudden intrusion. The feeling of his digits, hot and so deep inside of you was overwhelming. You opened your mouth to beg again, beg for mercy or reprieve, but Dabi’s thumb pressed against your clit harshly and suddenly the only noise you could make was a loud squeal.

“That's it, scream for me,” Dabi purred, his rock-salt rasp of a voice sending shivers down your spine. He spread his fingers inside you, curling them deliciously against your spongy walls. It was torture, all too good and too much and not enough at once.”You're just another toy for me to play with.”

All too quickly, your orgasm washed through you without a warning. You had felt it building earlier, and you had managed to shove it away for the sake of your pride but now? Now you were breathless as Dabi pumped his fingers in and out of you, watching your pussy flutter and spasm around the digits with glee.

“I’m that good, huh?” He cooed, but it was patronizing and made your wobbly insides feel even weaker. He gave your clit another swipe with his thumb before taking his hand away entirely. You were left on the ground, ass-up-face-down, panting heavily as your vision came back to you slowly. You let your eyes flutter shut, the exhaustion of the night weighing heavily on you. That was, until Dabi’s hand came down on your outer thigh in the least gentle way conceivable.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you, pretty girl?”

You groaned, ready to give up and let yourself go numb to the experience, but Dabi wouldn’t let you. You heard him fumbling with his belt and the zipper of his pants, huffing quietly in the, at this point, early morning air. He was still rock hard, despite having gone neglected this entire time, aching and leaking into his boxers. Dabi let out his own quiet groan as he palmed himself through the thin fabric, and the sight of you screaming as he split you open was almost too much to bear. He watched your gaping hole clench around the cold air again, like your body was begging for his cock.

He had to have you, and he had to have you at that very moment. Without another moment’s hesitation, Dabi flipped you over easily, settling himself between your legs like it was his home. You yelped and tried to wriggle free, but another firm smack on your backside stopped you just as soon as you had started. It was a quick, rushed action to pull his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach before he lined the tip up with your entrance.

You sputtered at the sight of his dick. Because who on God’s Green Earth decided that any man should have a dick that was good looking, but also that intimidating, and why was it attached to a murderer, and why was it pierced of all things? It twitched under your gaze, flushed red and angry that it had gone so long without attention until Dabi wrapped his hand around the base.

“Like what you see, huh?”

Opening your mouth to form a retort, you found that it was impossible due to Dabi sticking his fingers, the ones that had been curling so deliciously inside you a few minutes ago, into your mouth. At the same time, he pressed his hips forward, bullying his length inside you without any complaints from your pussy.

“Oh fuck- ” he nearly whined, throwing his head back at the feeling of your tight heat, slick and easy to rut into, around him. “You feel s’good ‘round my cock. You like this don’t you, baby? Can feel your pussy tryna suck me in, like a bitch in heat.”

He was rambling, dirty words spilling from his mouth as you very half-heartedly tried to push him away. After all this time, you still couldn’t mentally get around the fact that he was raping you. The term felt wrong, because truth be told you were enjoying the experience, probably a little too much for a supposed ‘victim’, but it was true. You were being split open on Dabi’s enticing cock, and despite what your body was saying, that it felt good, to just let it happen and maybe he’d let you go, your head knew better.

Dabi only laughed at the way you struggled, tightening his grip on your waist to leave bruises almost immediately. “Stop fighting me,” he growled, his hips snapping forward to bury himself deeper inside you. “You know you want this, your pussy can’t lie to me.”

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, relishing the way your inner walls clenched around him. Your protests were getting weaker, and falling on deaf ears as your movements became less frantic.

“That's it, just relax - take it,” he muttered, hands sliding up and down your sides in a way that you could have called comforting, in another universe. “Good girl.”

You whimpered at the praise, because fuck it was starting to feel good. He was starting to feel good, rocking his dick into your tight, wet heat almost robotically slow. The burning pain had faded away, leaving only a faint pleasure in your veins that was steadily growing stronger. You felt his hands glide down over your hips, to the backs of your knees where he hiked your legs up close to your chest. It created a whole new angle for him to grind into you from, and you keened in response.

“Look at you, so eager for me,” Dabi purred, his voice low and filthy. “I barely have to move and you're already clenching down on my cock like you need it to survive.”

He leaned down, nipping at your neck hard enough to leave marks. His tongue laved over the stinging skin, soothing the hurt even as his hips started moving faster. “I wonder,” he mused, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, “will you still be this desperate for me when I’m done with you? When I’ve fucked you raw and left you dripping with my cum?”

You whined and shook your head, blinking back tears that sprang up out of nowhere, and pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes. You couldn’t speak, not with the way Dabi seemed like he was on a personal mission to fuck the air out of your lungs. It was succeeding.

Dabi grinned wickedly as he watched you struggle to hold back tears, your face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Aww, don't cry, baby,” he cooed mockingly, continuing his relentless pace. “We're just getting started.”

He could feel your walls fluttering around him, squeezing his cock like a vice as he slammed into you over and over. The wet sounds of your coupling filled the air, obscene and filthy, making you cringe internally at how loud it all was.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” he groaned, his hips jerking forward with renewed vigor. “I bet you've never been fucked like this before, have you? Never had someone pound this pretty little cunt until you can’t even think straight.”

Dabi reached down, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He crashed his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue as he consumed you.

“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he growled against your mouth, panting. “By the time I'm done, the only name you’ll remember is mine. The only thing you’ll crave is my cock splitting you open.”

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your clit. The movement sent sparks of white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, too much and not enough all at once.

Dabi groaned, his voice rough with desire as the tip of his cock bruised your cervix. “Your pussy was just made for my cock.”

He could feel you clenching around him, fluttering and squeezing as he pounded into you, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, pleasure building at the base of his spine.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips with a searing heat. “Paint your insides with my cum until you're dripping with it.”

His thrusts became erratic, his rhythm faltering as he chased his release. He could feel you tensing beneath him, your moans growing higher and more desperate.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative rumble. “Show me how much you love being fucked by me.”

With a final, brutal push, Dabi buried himself to the hilt inside of you. His cock twitched and throbbed as he emptied himself into you, wave after wave of hot cum flooding your cunt. And you responded in kind, keening as you writhe on the moss and dirt of the forest floor.

As the aftershocks of your shared climax subsided, Dabi pulled out of you with a wet pop. He watched with a smug grin as his cum leaked out of your abused hole, trickling down your thighs and pooling on the ground beneath them.

"Look at the mess you made," he purred, reaching down to scoop some of the pearly liquid onto his fingers. "So sloppy and dirty, just like a good little cumslut should be."

You winced at his words, feeling something like rage flicker inside your chest.

He brought his fingers to your lips, smearing the sticky fluid across them. "Clean them," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Taste what I gave you, what you earned."

“No,” you grumbled, pushing his hand away. You looked up to see Dabi sneering down at you, eyebrows furrowed darkly at your defiance. “I’m not your fucking toy to play with.”

Dabi laughed. “Did you hit your head? I could kill you right now.”

“But you haven’t,” you snap, sitting up with another wince. Cold was seeping back into your bones, now that you weren’t sweating, and you yanked your pants back up over your ass. Despite everything that had happened, you were pumped full of adrenaline now, a violent fury building in your veins. “So fuck you. ”

Dabi smirked at you condescendingly, but he wasn’t stopping you. He was most likely also tired, you thought, and probably wasn’t expecting you to put up any more of a fight. “I already did, sweetheart. And now you’re never getting away.”

Whatever had been snowballing inside you snapped. With a jagged scream, you threw yourself at Dabi, the murderer, the rapist, the pyromaniac who had killed your friends and had chased you into the surrounding forest to get his dick wet, sending him sprawled on his back with a thud and an unexpected rush of air leaving his lungs. It had been so unexpected that Dabi didn’t even get the chance to fire up his quirk, and he still didn’t have a chance when you started choking him.

“F-Fuck,” he sputtered, but that was all he could get out.

“You - fucking - bastard -” you snarled, shaking him with each furious word that left your lips. “Think you’re going to get away with this?”

Dabi’s eyes were rolling back into his head, and his face was turning a pre-dawn shade of lilac. His hands came up and clawed at your wrists, sparking blue with his flames, but you weren’t getting burnt. You didn’t even feel the warmth of the fire, watching in morbid delight as Dabi was struggling more and more to breathe beneath you.

“P-please,” he croaked.

It gave you pause, his pleading, and you relinquished your tight grip on his airway. Not all the way, mind you, there was no way in hell you were letting this fucker go, but you sat back enough that he was able to suck in a short breath of air.

“You’re begging?” You asked incredulously. “You’re begging me? That’s rich, asshole.”

“I’m sorry,” Dabi rasped. His voice was much more hoarse than it had been a few seconds ago. Regret flashed in his sparkling blue eyes, and your shoulders fell. You couldn’t kill him. Was that even what you had been trying to do? Kill him? In cold blood, just like he had done to your friends? You couldn’t do that. You couldn’t-

Dabi laughed in your face. Malicious, dark, and 100% not apologetic in the slightest.

Yes you could.

You screamed and went back to choking the man beneath you, enjoying the struggle he put up. Now his flames really were burning you, but you didn’t care even as smoke seeped up from his neck and into your face. You’d live with his burns for the rest of your life if it meant you could cause maybe as much damage to him as he did to you. Dabi grunted, and with one strong shove, managed to push you away from him as he coughed and gulped down as much oxygen as possible.

Your shoulders heaved as you stumbled up and away from Dabi. He was laughing now, even as his eyes watered and he wheezed in the crisp morning air. You were still angry. Still violently, unashamedly angry. Your insides felt sticky and gross, and you could feel bile rising in your throat as the true reality of everything was starting to crash down on you. No, your mind screamed, push it away. You’re not done yet.

You shook yourself off, and grabbed Dabi by the back of the throat. He yelped in surprise, wriggling to try and get free from your grasp but your fingernails dug tightly into his flesh and clothes, making every effort useless.

You slammed his face into the bark of the closest tree with every ounce of pain and anguish roiling beneath your skin. Blood gushed from his nose, and you swallowed back another wave of bile. Dabi opened his mouth to say something again. His teeth were stained red, his gums also bleeding.

“You still alive, fucker?” You asked, leaning in close to his ear. You noticed now that he had his ears pierced.

Dabi nodded, like he was satisfied with himself, and gave a low chuckle. “Yeah I’m still kicking, bitch.”

“Good.” You paused, dragging out the moment before you continued, “because I want the last thing you’ll ever hear is me telling you that tomorrow, when the news rolls out, it’s not going to be your name in the headlines. It’s going to be mine.”

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24. "You're trembling." steban/ulixes

The whole mess starts like this: one afternoon, Ulixes doesn't turn up to the reading group meeting.

His absence is a stark confrontation with the fact of how alone Steban is. Thus far, as long as at least Ulixes was still coming to the meetings regular as clockwork, Steban could go on with business as usual and put off reckoning with how solipsistic his little pretense at a revolutionary cell has become. Pretend like any educating of anyone in matters of radical theory was still being done here... like other members could walk in at any moment and give the whole thing a purpose again. Now, with Ulixes absent, Steban sits and waits and drinks too much coffee and feels, though he tries to ignore it, a bit like an idiot with his metaphorical dick in his hand.

He considers his options: he could go out and try to recruit again, he could go to bed and have a depressive episode, he could do serious self-critique about where the reading group went astray and why, he could wallow in his misery about driving his friends away with leftist infighting. He could disband the reading group. He could steal Cindy's pyrholidon and get high. He could go to Uli's apartment and start a huge fight about his perceived betrayal. He could get high, go to Uli's apartment, and have a sobbing breakdown about how Uli is his only friend and Uli's absence would destroy his life.

All those destructive impulses are eventually pushed aside, and Steban decides he will go to Uli's apartment, to check if there's something wrong with him. Uli has never missed a meeting before. Maybe it's not betrayal yet. Maybe there's something he needs...

When he, an hour later, knocks on Uli's door, Ulixes opens looking perturbed and disheveled, but at least he doesn't seem sick or hurt.

"Hi," Steban says. "You--"

"Oh no. The meeting..." Ulixes looks so caught out and almost frightened that whatever was left of Steban's sense of betrayal immediately evaporates. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to miss it, I've been out all day and... I only just came back here, you have to believe me..."

Steban raises a hand. He doesn't like seeing his friend so anxious. "It's alright. What's going on?"

Ulixes suddenly slumps against the doorframe, his skinny form bending like a defeated reed. "It's Comrade Reading, he's... gone missing."

Ah, yes, Required Reading. Uli's new kitten. Uli's new kitten that Steban is all support for, because Uli having a gentle, non-violence-related hobby must be encouraged... as long as the cat doesn't come close enough to Steban to shed hair on him.

Steban likes houseplants. They're his preferred way of existing alongside nature as a communist should. They're pretty, quiet, predictable, and can be raised according to a manual. They don't yell at him in the middle of the night, or scratch him, or bite him, or break his things, or shit in a box he has to clean, or mess up his cleanly, tidy, pleasant little apartment. Besides, something about this particular cat is... strange. It meows and purrs and cuddles and plays and whatever else the things do, but there's something Steban can't put his finger on that is... weird. The less he sees of it, the better.

Still, if Uli wants a cat, a cat he shall have. If Uli wants to spend every moment of his free time with a cat and not his human best friend who can actually carry a conversation and doesn't smell like litterbox, well... so be it. Who is Steban to question his tastes?

"I opened the door briefly to get the mail and he darted out past me," Ulixes is saying. "I've been looking for him all day."

"Oh," Steban says, then makes an effort to imbue his voice with more sympathy, "I mean... oh."

Now, he expects, is when Uli is going to channel his concern for his pet into rage, the way he usually does, and vow some vague idea of vengeance onto the universe for making this happen to him. Now he'll say something over the top like swearing to murder whoever should dare harm or withhold his cat from him in several grisly and overly specific ways that will leave Steban a mixture of nauseated and fondly exasperated, because it's clear that while Ulixes dreams (in graphic detail) of violence, he has never actually experienced it up close, and these fantasies are just how he copes, and...

"This is all my fault," Ulixes whispers, and Steban is shocked to see his eyes beneath his glasses growing damp, "I'm so bad at this, and now I messed it all up."

He sits down on his desk chair and buries his head in his hands. "Why did I ever think I could take care of something? He could die out there, and it's my fault."

There's nothing for it. Steban's still not exactly fond of the cat, but... seeing Ulixes this quietly devastated turns the world inside out. Steban thinks, I need you like I need my limbs and blood and beating heart, and puts his hand on Uli's shoulder. "We'll look for him together."

----

They make missing posters and print them on campus, and Steban volunteers to help put them up around Uli's neighborhood. They spend the rest of the day looking for Required Reading, even when it gets dark, even when it starts to rain. Eventually, Steban makes Uli take a break. Ulixes resists it, but at some point, he does have to sleep. Steban stays with him as their rain-soaked clothes dry over the heater, and softly reassures him as he drifts into an uneasy sleep.

Two days go by. The rain doesn't let up. Ulixes keeps searching for Required Reading, and Steban supports him, though privately he's beginning to lose hope for the whole endeavor. Revachol is gigantic, and there are myriads of ways for a very small cat to vanish in it. And of course Steban is sad for Uli's sake, because Uli really loved - loves - that cat, and taking care of something small and vulnerable has revealed a new side of him, one that Steban finds intriguing. But... a part of him, a part he tries to ignore because he's not quite comfortable with having it in him to think so lowly, is... not too bothered by the prospect of things going back to how they were before Required Reading appeared. Back when he- when the reading group had Uli's undivided attention. When Uli was focused on him the cause. When Uli would look at him with adoring eyes and--

Stop, Steban tells himself. That's a scummy way to think, and wholly inappropriate when it comes to your comrade. Of course you want him to get his cat back.

He should interrogate that entire train of thought, practice self-critique and remind himself of the incompatibility of Mazovian thought with such... greedy possessiveness. But he's not ready to examine himself in this instance, so he pushes it all down and out of sight.

It's ironic then that, on the third day, Steban finds the cat first.

He's on his way to Uli's apartment. It's still raining and he doesn't have an umbrella, so he's steadily getting soaked through. All he really wants is to get out of the weather. Still, he pauses when he hears, from across the deserted square, a tiny cry, like a baby, or a...

...kitten.

They've pinned one of the missing-cat-posters to a lamppost on the sidewalk here three days ago. Now, under the lamppost, crouched under a soggy, discarded newspaper that offers only scant protection from the elements, there he is, meowing plaintively for help: Required Reading. His fur is plastered to his body with rainwater, but it is him.

(It would be so easy for a passerby to recognize that this is the cat on the poster. Almost as if he sat himself down here on purpose... but surely that's impossible. Cats can't read, or recognize themselves on pictures.)

(Weird.)

Steban shakes his head. It's probably just a coincidence. He'd better scoop the cat up before he runs away, hope he doesn't get his arms scratched up, and bring the little thing home to Uli. Cautiously, he steps closer.

Sigh. Here goes nothing...

Suddenly, he hesitates. A thought unfolds...

Maybe he could just... keep walking. Pretend he didn't see. Ulixes would never know. He'd be sad for a while, but eventually he'd recover, and then they'd spend time in their meetings again like they used to... no more cat hair on his clothes, no more mess, no more having to feign interest in an animal he honestly finds a bit off-putting... and Uli's attention would not waver again, and Steban would never have to ask himself what he even is without Ulixes.

He stands in silence while the rain beats down.

Required Reading has stopped crying. He's seen Steban and, doubtlessly, recognized him. He doesn't scamper up to him like Steban supposed he might. He simply looks at Steban with eyes that seem way too intelligent, and in this moment Steban is convinced that somehow the cat knows what he's thinking. Knows that Steban is considering abandoning him here.

Weird!

Or maybe that's just his conscience?

"This is nonsense," Steban mutters to himself. Of course he's going to bring the cat back to Uli. Because that's the right thing to do, and it'll take the anguish off of Uli's mind, and surely Uli will be so relieved and thankful. Steban can just picture it: his normally reserved friend smiling and hugging Required Reading close to him, and maybe then he'll set the cat down and hug Steban, too, and express his gratitude and regard for how Steban went above and beyond for him... maybe there'd even be a kiss on the cheek in it for him...

But no. Why would there be? Steban is used to kisses from his family members as casual displays of affection, that is just their way, but if Ulixes did that... if Ulixes kissed him on the cheek, it would be different, it would mean something.

Despite the rain, he blushes. What is this thought? What is he considering here? And anyway, he's not supposed to do things because he expects a reward. Again, what an inappropriate thought to have, about a comrade no less. He can't just stand here getting lost in... whatever this is. There's a task to do.

Slowly, carefully, telegraping his movements, he crouches down and reaches for Required Reading. By some miracle, the cat doesn't spook. He lets Steban scoop him up, his small, shivering body almost eclipsed completely by Steban's slender hands.

"Aww, pobrecito," Steban murmurs, dutifully, because that seems like the sort of thing one says. "You're trembling... come here, let's get you home."

"Mrreeep," Required Reading says, huddling closer to Steban's body heat.

Steban tucks him underneath his jacket and continues on his way. It's still pouring down upon him, and the cat sneezes into his armpit, but he barely notices, his head swimming with thoughts of what awaits him: the warm and dry apartment, maybe some hot coffee, the opportunity to bring Ulixes a wonderful surprise, the dread and self-recriminations leaving his comrade's face and being replaced with joy, the feel of his body pressed against Steban's in an exuberant embrace, the gentle rasp of his beard against Steban's own stubble when the--

Hm.

As Required Reading, bundled up under his jacket, starts to purr, Steban begins his struggle to contend with the fact that, apart from everything else he's got going on already, he now apparently dreams of his comrade's kiss.

#answer'd #three people in total requested this prompt. and i will do it thrice!!!#disco elysium #steban the student communist #ulixes #required reading (the cat)#i stayed up until 6am to write this please clap #writings by me

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