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[twisted-legacies]

A Nightmare Dressed like a Daydream

Author’s Notes: So the PV for Chapter 7 dropped and guess who got some inspiration for a fic?! 

Night Raven College was dead quiet-It always was at night.

The campus was always so noisy during the day-there was always something to do, somewhere to be, someone to be with. 

During the day the campus bustled with life that never seemed to end. The paths across campus pulsed like living veins-even paths in the sky unseen by the naked eye, wither it be by Humans, Beastman, Fae, Merpeople, Monsters, Androids, or whatever else lurked on campus. The buildings of the campus almost seemed to breathe with how much noise the school made and the general feeling of the students and staff. The animals and plants seemed to fall into the background as the residents of Night Raven went about their lives, adding to the noise of the campus that sometimes felt that the whole world could hear them.

But a night, the campus felt different. 

To Quentin Nighty-Sallow, the night at Night Raven College had never made her feel more like she was in her family tomb. 

At night, Quentin was always reminded of small Night Raven College truly is compared to the rest of the world, of how insignificant it is when compared to others places, she’d seen-purely in size.

The night was always dead silent she could hear any movements no matter how far away it was. The once large and spacious walls felt suffocating, like they’d eat Quentin alive if she didn’t go back to Ramshackle as soon as possible, or there was something lurking in the corners of the school that only reared its’ head at night. Even when someone else was by her side, she never felt safe. 

Though, if Quentin was being honest, she hadn’t felt safe anywhere since she Overblotted. And she doubted she ever would feel safe again after all those Overblots.

But, Quentin was used to it. 

The Ramshackle Dorm Leader was used to the empty hallways, the creeping darkness, and the piercing silence and the feeling of never letting your guard down. 

After all, when you grow up pleasing others, you learn very quickly what it’s like to be alone. 

But as the night rolled on, something gripped unto Quentin.

�̶̨̖͙̰̰͙̲̲̳̻͈̽̆̄�̵̟͑̾̍ꪊ̸̨̧̡̖͕̻̮̥̳̮̙̬͂̐̕ͅꪀ̷̡̖̠̖̫̦͓̮̗͐̂͒͐̃̎͗̈́͊̑ ̴̡̘͇̯̞̬͎̝̦͇͈̔☼̷̡̜̘̪̬͈̫́́̀̓́̍͘︎̸̼̱̥̻̰̍̍̓̃͛̒͗̆̆̂͂̿̕͝◆̷̢̛̈́̿̔︎̷͎̖͈͓̪̣̹̞̜̤̖̥̔̏̓͛̽͆̊■̶̡̞̞͙̯̹̤̗͎̖̌͐͜͜ͅ︎̸̧͔̺͉̱̭̩͈̗͕̩̗̝͉̌́͆̽̌̕̚͝ͅ ̷̛̯̗̯̮̦̝̪̭̩̟̟̲̫̯̀̈́́̎͋̅̓̆̊̆̿

ᴚ̸̧̧̻̖̩̦͇͇̰̤̥̘̐̌͆̍̀͑́̄̒͐͝n̷̨̛̗͖̥͇͈͇̥̳̜͕̈́̊̀̾̔͜͝͝ṉ̶̢̛̭̗̞̲͔̩͓̠͎͚̼̏͑́̄ ̷̰̼̻́Я̸̧͉̗͍̙̼̱̑Ц̵̢͇̺͖̻̗̀̈͗̉͂͑̆̒̐̎̋̚͝П̴̧̨̦͚͙̯͚̬̭̣͈̤̤̦̄̊̓̀̍̈́͆͌͛̌̑̔͝͝ͅ ̸̨̢̜̙̯̹̯͇͗͘ɼ̶͔̠̺̯̪̗̠̼̺͓͔̯͉͑̆̊̑̒̅̇̊̈́́̈́̃̅̕͜પ̸̱̮̮̘̘̕͜͝ก̸̡̛̜͓̘̘͓͚̰̟̳͊̈́̇̐̎̆̆̓͆̓̍͘͠ ̶̙͉̳̙̩͉̈́̂̇͋̌̇̅͌̅̅̿͝Я̵̛̛̺̰͖̘̠̦̼̟͑̌͂͊̉̉̈́̌́̅̕͠υ̵̧̰̞̰͔͈̬͚̲̜̜͚̝͖̍̈́͆͂̇̍̋͑ň̵̖̬̘̪̥̖̮͍̫̪̳̾̈́͗͗͂́̑͆̾̌̽͠͝͠ ̸̨̢̛͍̹̦̰̰̪̖̻͊͂̒̀̊́͜R̶͇̹̱̣͈̦̓̓̍υ̸̶̷ׁ̧̢̢̢̗͇̲̥̖̩̹͔͓͎͕̺̟̙͇ׅ̣̰̮͖͌̃̏͗̆̂͐́͊͑͠ꪀ̸̸̵ׁ̢̨͎̝̯͕̭̳͈͓̤̬̝̱̞̫̘̘̩̹̬ׅ̳̺͕̹̦͕̟̌̽̒́͆̃̈́̕͠ͅ

An inescapable feeling. Like a prey’s sense of their natural enemy being close by.

̸̣̽˙̵̬͑N̵̜̊∩̸̭̏ᴚ̵̱̊ ̸̯̓'̶Ǹ̸̩I̴̠͒⊥̶N̶̢͂Ǝ̶̟̚∩̷̱̔Ό̸͓̀ ̷̢͐N̵̹̿∩̵̲̓ᴚ

And it ate at Quentin. 

So much so it became hard for Quentin to breathe with the feeling like she had to run, her world started to blur and spin with her tears, and she felt the floor collapse under her and hid under the table in the library in hopes it would protect her. 

But the magic pen on her pocket suggested it wasn’t getting better with how quickly it was turning to black.

“Aaaah-Gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh-haaaaaaaaaaaa-” Quentin seemed to trying to breathe through her mouth, but all she felt was something wrapping around her neck.

Someone-

R̴̛̩̘̦̟̣͉͚͉̦̳̜̂̈͐̀͊̽̿̊̿̇͘̚̚͜͝͝Ư̶̛̗̩͆͒̐̑̓͂̊̅̓̍͂̀͘͝ͅN̶̨̡̨̡͚̫͉̤̘̪̼̦̺̹͖̖͉͇̼̰̯̣͇͕̜̜̯͔̳̺̠̜̖̟͈͎̗̙͙̱͎̓͊̏̊̐͒̅̒̊́͊̂̂̋̍̈͛̐͘͜͝ͅͅ

Help me-

R̴̛̩̘̦̟̣͉͚͉̦̳̜̂̈͐̀͊̽̿̊̿̇͘̚̚͜͝͝Ư̶̛̗̩͆͒̐̑̓͂̊̅̓̍͂̀͘͝ͅN̶̨̡̨̡͚̫͉̤̘̪̼̦̺̹͖̖͉͇̼̰̯̣͇͕̜̜̯͔̳̺̠̜̖̟͈͎̗̙͙̱͎̓͊̏̊̐͒̅̒̊́͊̂̂̋̍̈͛̐͘͜͝ͅͅ

I’m going to die here!

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅŲ̵̛̦͇̭̹̮̯͆̍́̌̈̉̑́̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Yuu, Grim, I’m sorrt--

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅU̵͆̍́̌̈̉̑́��̨̛̦͇̭̹̮̯̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅŲ̵̛̦͇̭̹̮̯͆̍́̌̈̉̑́̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Everyone. . I’m sorry.

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅŲ̵̛̦͇̭̹̮̯͆̍́̌̈̉̑́̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅŲ̵̛̦͇̭̹̮̯͆̍́̌̈̉̑́̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅŲ̵̛̦͇̭̹̮̯͆̍́̌̈̉̑́̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Y̸̡̯̣̺̩̞̗̫̬͕̱͓͖̜͇͎̫͓̜͖̱͈͎͙̭̙̹̠͎̮̬̫̝̭̝͍̼̑͊͐̌̆̌͐͆̈͋̀̔̓̓̌̊̊͘͜͝͝Ơ̵̧̡̲̳͍͕̙̣͉̼̞̼̤̺̭͍̰̘̞̪̥̊̓̍̈͗͒̍̓͆̿̇̐͗̿̓̋̀̈́̏͆̉͊͊̈̽̓͛̃̕͝ͅͅŲ̵̛̦͇̭̹̮̯͆̍́̌̈̉̑́̈̈́̍̈́̔̃͋̈́͊̿͗̆̎̒͌̓̑̀́͑̇͝ ̴̧̡̡̡̧̘͚̠̞̝̪͓͈͖̳̜̤͙͍̲̮̻͉̘̱̺̺̗̞̳̹̫̻͙̹̞͚̳͓͓͖̼̝̭̬̯͖͌̆̀͋̅́͌̀̾͂̓̈̅͌̑͐̈́̒̓̄̊̃̒̔̍̃̑̃̈́̀̇̊̂̔̈́̓̓̆͋͜͠H̸̛̛̛̖͍̻͎̱͉̩̘̘̿̄̑̆͊̌̌͑̂̎̄͋̈́̑̀̽̏̊̉̌̍̄̇͊̑̉̿̽͋̓̔͘̕͝͝͠͠͠A̴̧̢̨̢̛̤̮͓̗̮̻̲͖̟̝̲̜̱͕̲͙̟̳̙͕̭̙̻̮̟̗̺̱̅̈͛͒̄̐̃̆̄́̿̆̈̅͒̏́̆̅̆̒̐́͂͗̎̐̋̊̕̕͜͜͝͝͠͝͠V̵̢̢̨̢̢̧̛̝̮̖̣̝͔̼͉̻̣̣̭̣̩̱̦̫̼̪̖̝̻̪͊͊̅̍̇̈́̿̆͋͒̽̀͋̀͂̐̿́͊́̽̍̋̊̈́̾̆͋̏͛̕̕̚͜͠͠ͅȨ̸̧̪͙̫̯̯͈̦̲̥̄̏͋̉̈́̔͊͒̓̑͐̆̑̒̊̒͛ ̴̨̧̗͇̯͎͈̹͔̞͍̺̠̈́̒́̈̿͒̓̈̾̍̍̕̚ͅͅṬ̸̡̨̫͖̰̜̟̰̬̲̙̲̤̲͔͇̻̪̟͎̜̥̃̽̔̊̀̓̒́͆̂͗̈́̉̈́̓̀͗̏̀́̓̆̀̀̂̈͆̃̑́͌̈͌̔̚̕͠͝͠ͅƠ̵̡̨̧̛̱̜̻̖̼̮̲͉̙̹̤̒̄͂̋́͐͗̂̃͊͐̈́̽̈́͑̒̊͌̅̄̅̄̋̑̍̊͂̾́̂̒̾̌̋̃͘͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̡͈͍͈̯͚̬̲̘͉͇͓͇̺̞̟̥̓͊̅̄̾̌̍̃̐͊͐͐̃̌̑̍͆̂̀̾́̀̂́̄̚ͅŖ̶̨̡̨̧̬͍̮͓̺̬͇̝̝̝̤̪̮̟̩̗̩͇̈̂͜Ú̴̡̧̢̨̱̲̫͍̫̣̲͔̞̻͚̺̱̻̼̙̰͈̹̜̺̱̒̍̌̒͌́̈́̇̒͛̃͛͐̒̕͘͜͜ͅN̸̢̡̧̨̨̛̛̟̘͇̺̩͇̠̪͇̲̱̺͎̹͚͔͖̣̱̄̆̂͑̌͋͗̉̈̔͛͌͒̈́͑͛̆͂̊̔̐́̀̒̀͑̎͂͛̿̈́̽̅̅́̈̂̽̐̀̿́͌̕͘͝͠͠

Quentin Nighty-Sallow woke up in something. . . warm and soft. 

When she opened her eyes, she saw. . . it was dark. There was no light anywhere.

Eh? What is that?

When Quentin moved her hand, she felt something slip off her hand and her hand bumped into something, something soft-she felt what she’d hit closer. . . it was like a plush couch. . . Silk? with padding underneath?   

What. . . is this?

A sharp pain pulse through Quentin’s head, and she curled into herself and in the process her head hit something, making the pain worse, Quentin also then realized the air. . . was rather warm. 

Magic and Blot, that hurt. . . what was that? Did I hit my head? Quentin started to feel what had hit her head. 

Well, at least was hard, so it wasn’t silk. . . Quentin tapped the surface to feel. . . Plastic? 

What is going on? What happened?

How did I get here in the first place? 

That’s not important, I need to get of this. I might suffocate to death if I stay here. Quentin thought, as she turned herself so she could use her shoulders, in the process feeling something slip off of her. 

Quentin slammed her body into the plastic and the space rocked, making things fall unto Quentin. So, I am in a box. 

Quentin slammed herself again and something outside the box snapped. A tree branch? And. . . Rope? 

They. . . tied up the box? Why?

Quentin rocked the box as best she could, several snaps could be heard from the outside and after one more slam, the area flooded with light and Quentin saw herself in. . . a bedroom?

“What in the name of Magic?” Quentin muttered to herself as she looked around the room. 

The room was huge and luxurious. 

The room must have been the size of a lecture hall, making Quentin felt so small in comparison to the room. 

The room had a huge bookcase in the back of it, filled with books and scrolls that seemed to go on forever, as well as comfortable chairs and desks scattered about the room with snacks and drinks scattered about the room. The ceiling was covered in stars, jewels and drapes hanging from the ceiling touching the floor. making the room look. . . almost ghostly. There where candles floating around the room, revealing the room. . . was mostly green, brown and black and white and covered in jewels with the drapes and symbols-symbols of dragons, bats, crocodiles, birds, and rabbits mice and cats. . .playing together and symbols Quentin didn’t understand. There was a light breeze coming through the room, lifting the drapes and jewels making a song Quentin felt she knew, but she didn’t know why she knew it. 

Quentin looked back in the coffin, and there was. . . blankets, pillows and stuffed animals where she once was. But. . . she knew those blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. It was unmistakable, those where her blankets, pillows and animals from all her life. 

No. . . 

No! 

Quentin shivered in fear as she stepped away. This. . . This has to be some fucked up joke. How. . . how could someone have done this? 

A strong gust of wind then burst through the room, making the jewels and drapes thrash violently and reveal. . . there was someone else standing there. 

Someone who looked exactly like Quentin.

Quentin woke up in a cold sweat before she calmed down, looking out the window of her room. It was still dark outside from a clouded sky, but is was so clouded it was hard to tell if it was the day or nighttime.

A nightmare, huh? Quentin thought to herself as she got up from the bed to sit by the window. 

After a few moments, Quentin stood up from her windowsill and looked at her drawer and dragged a finger across it, getting a small pile of dust on her finger. . . was that dust always there?

Quentin quickly shook her head before she noticed spiderwebs in the corners of her room. Spiderwebs? Okay, I know those weren’t there last night.

Quentin’s eyes widened. Yuu and Grim!

When Quentin got to Yuu and Grim’s room-While Yuu and Grim seemed to be sleeping peacefully as can be, the room seemed to be in a similar state. There was dust starting to build up and spiderwebs starting to form. 

Is it the ghosts playing a prank on us? 

No-why would they do something as simple as this overnight with planning something else. I’d better check the rest of the dorm just in case. 

Quentin walked down the stairs of the dorm to the main areas, where everything looked as it once had-but after Quentin lifted her hand from the staircase and had dust on her hand she quickly went to the kitchen, leaving a small footprint trail behind her. 

Oh Magic-the tuna’s expired. 

Wait. How? Grim opened it yesterday!

Quentin went over to the fridge-a few things in the fridge where spoiled. 

Wait. Those where things I was planning to use for dinner this week-They couldn’t have spoiled in a day when the fridge is still running. 

Quentin quickly rushed up the stairs to her room to find her watch where it read. . . 

It isn’t Wednesday of the week she thought it was. It’s Sunday of the next week.

Quentin’s eyes narrowed. I’ve been asleep for a week.

But, how?

I don’t feel any-

Quentin felt. . . bone tired. 

She suddenly began to feel. . . exhausted. Like everything she’d ever done was coming back to haunt her and drag her down. 

Ah. I must have been cursed.

Quentin trudged herself towards her windowsill, where she lift up the seat where she pulled out two bottles of a strange liquid and quickly drank them together. 

What in the name of Magic and Blot was that? Quentin breathed like she was about to drown, and soon, the feeling of sleep started to fade. Who cursed me? That wasn’t a petty curse just anyone could cast from how tired it made me.

A sleeping curse that strong? 

Is this the Brair Witch’s curse? Then, who cast it and what for?

I need to check and see if the rest of the school is affected by the same curse. 

Quentin then changed from her nightgown to her school uniform, and packed her bag full of what she thought she might need before and left her room but as she was about to pass Yuu and Grim’s room, she looked sadly into the room and took something from her bag-which looked to be her armband l before Quentin quickly set the armband under the pillow of the two, which seemed to make Yuu stir before hugging Grim again, and falling back into a peaceful rest. 

The sky was very dark out, making hard for Quentin to even see where she was going through the fog. Even though there where flashes of green lightening that sometimes lit up the area-it wasn’t enough to pierce through the fog. But unlucky for the fog, Quentin knew the school like the back of her hand and didn’t need the lightening to her help navigate its’ premises. 

Malleus is awake and somewhere on campus. Quentin thought as she saw a flash of green lightening and hid under a nearby building to avoid lightening. If he’s awake, then he’s either immune to whatever curse was cast, or he’s the one who cast it. 

Alright. There is only two scenarios that could be playing out here. Quentin started to walk towards the Halls of Mirrors. 

If Malleus isn’t behind all this-what is he doing? I don’t sense any magic battles happening. 

Was Malleus threatened to stay back or else? No. That’s not possible. Nobody is this world is that stupid enough to threaten one of the most powerful magicians alive, much less a prince without knowing what the consequences are. Quentin thought as she passed the greenhouse, which had also started to show signs of the week’s neglect. 

But. . . Yuu and Grim were under a curse and the dorm has shown time has passed, and other than that, the dorm showed no signs of being tampered with, magic or otherwise.

Is Malleus waiting on something? If so, what is he waiting for? Isn’t Malleus descendent of the most powerful magician known to Twisted Wonderland? As far as I remember, the Brair Witch has no limitations on her magic in the legends she’s in, so theorically, neither does Malleus so he doesn’t need to wait on anybody or anything before he does anything. 

Is the school being used as a hostage to keep Malleus at bay? It might be-and Malleus might fall for it-especially if they threatened Yuu’s safety. But if that’s the case. . . Why was Ramshackle safe? Did Malleus make a deal so Ramshackle would be safe in exchange for his cooperation? But-if that’s the case, what about the other dorms? Are they okay? Quentin thought as she walked across the bride-she didn’t have much further with how fast she was walking. 

Wait. But if Malleus is the one who cast the spell-he might have taken over the school and is holding the dorms hostage for whatever he is planning, and he spared Ramshackle because he pities us, or he doesn’t want the Clever Rabbit’s fate to get in the way. If that’s the case-want does Malleus want?

Well, I can’t keep sitting here and expect to find the answer. I need to go investigate the other dorms for more information. 

Quentin then entered the Hall of Mirrors.

Stepping through the mirrors in the hall of mirrors was always a strange experience for Quentin. 

She’s had experience in teleportation magic before-but never anything like the ones like at Night Raven College.

To her, it always felt like she was stepping through the mirrors was like going through a barrier-or through a wall of water. Quentin wasn’t able to really explain it to everyone else, but she always felt like when she passed through those walls she’d end up in a different outfit or something. 

Quentin went from dorm to dorm-to find the other dorms where in a similar state to her own. 

The dorms where all dead silent-not a sound were made in the dorms but the ones Quentin made which, is she was being honest-frightened her in dorms like Savanaclaw and Scarabia-dorms known for their noise. 

The animals in the dorms where all alive-but barely. Most of the animals you could see their bones and where openly hostile towards the dorm leader, but after Quentin fed them, they seemed to okay again. When Quentin looked around, the dorms had indeed not been maintained-there was rotting food, dust collecting and spiderwebs where there should not be, luckily there didn’t seem that anything was an immediate danger to the dorms and its’ residents. When Quentin went to check on the students-she found all of them asleep. Some seemed better off than others-but all of them were alive. That’s what mattered to her. 

Even Diasomnia is asleep. So, they’re not involved in this-so whatever is happening, they’re not accomplices.  Quentin thought as she walked out of Diasomnia’s mirror. 

So Malleus isn’t using the other dorms for some take-over the world plan, and I didn’t see the staff either. Are they at home? 

Praise Magic and Blot-then. . . What is Malleus planning?

Quentin’s eyes widened.

Most of his fellow dorm leaders were kidnapped within the span of an hour and most likely he was left untouched and heard the news when it was too late- then Yuu disappeared within the span of a few hours and then they came back so suddenly not even a day later. 

Who won’t be scared that someone they cared for disappeared into thin air and you could do nothing but hear what had happened and pray for their safety?

This must be how Malleus is coping. 

But. . . A sleeping curse?

Why would he cast a sleeping curse? It does more harm than good-while we are dreaming, our bodies may give out. There’s only so much sleep we can have before our bodies-they start to fail.

Malleus probably wasn’t thinking right, and still may not be. 

But. . . can he still be reasoned with when he’s emotional? Is it even safe?

Well. . . no matter. I’ve assessed the students’ situation-now I need to find the staff before I decide what to do. 

If Quentin was being honest, she was starting to panic. Her situation looked pretty dire and she couldn’t and all this happening-this was starting to take its’ toll on her, as it seemed her magic pen was getting blacker and blacker the longer Quentin wandered around. 

Where? Where is everyone? Quentin thought as she searched all the staff rooms-only to find each one was empty until she entered Crowley’s office-where she found all her staff sleeping at her feet. Ah. I see. This situation. . . Is truly dire. 

Quentin’s Magic Pen turned a darker shade of black the seemed to swallow any and all light the touched it. 

Now what? What I supposed to do? Blot knows what’s here-and I can’t do this alone!

The Pen of Quentin’s chest seemed to be starting to fade from the color black to reveal other colors-lots of colors that splattered through the gem that hadn’t been seen on a Magic Gem. The colors danced through the gem like a disease that had infected a being, and it seemed to only be getting worse.

I. . . I can’t stay here any longer. I need a place to hide.  Quentin thought, as she quickly left the Headmaster’s office.

Quentin wasn’t even really thinking when she ran-all she knew is she needed to get somewhere safe, quickly. and after looking at her shoulder, she realized why.

Ah. This again. Quentin sighed as she ducked into her classroom, well, her old classroom, now. I can’t deal with this right now!

Quentin then pulled something out from her pocket-It looked like a metal pin with a black substance caged in the middle. Quentin quickly took the object and placed the pin-like item on top of her Magic Pen, which seemed to quickly took away to horrible disease-like colors from Quentin’s gem, and eventually making the gem a pure white color and as soon as Quentin’s Magical Pen turned white, Quentin coughed up an ink-like substance before she tried to stand up, before falling down on the ground again. 

Great, just great. Now I need to clean this up and-

“Quentin?”

The Ramshackle Dorm Leader wiped her head around, and there stood The Dorm Leader of Diasomnia-with a look of horror on his face.

“You. . .” Malleus walked towards the dorm leader, who was trying to pick herself up using a nearby desk. “You’ve been using-” 

“So what?” Quentin quickly added, pulling herself up into the chair and sitting down. “There is a lot worse being done at this school. Why do you care that I have something when there’s people here who’re abusing each other?”

“Where did you get this?” Malleus seemed to growl and a flash of lightening flashin through the sky but Quentin didn’t seem to mind as she faced Malleus with a look that. . . was hard to make out. Was it. . . Anger? Sadness? “There’s no way you could have made this on your own in this day and age.”

“What you’re going to do if I tell you? Stop them from being produced? Malleus, you can’t stop the oldest known practice of removing Blot. It’s still an medical practice used in the modern day, you don’t need to act like it’s a banned practice.” Quentin snaped back before picking up the metal object again, but Malleus quickly grabbed the object and looked at it before he seemed to grow a tail, and fangs and his eyes began to glow green and more flashes of lightening flashed through the sky, this time even closer than before.

“You know what this’ll do to you?” Malleus’ voice didn’t even sound human anymore-it was too deep and too animalistic that Quentin almost didn’t understand.

“Because unlike some people at Night Raven, I wasn’t blessed with resistance to Blot.” Quentin simply said, as if stating a fact. “You think being allowed to be an Overblot state for half a year would just let me off scott-free like others on this campus? Malleus, there are consequences to Overblotting.” 

Malleus’ fingernails turned to claws, and yet, Quentin didn’t seem afraid despite looking better than before with the lightening flashing so close Quentin could feel the nearby area filling with electricity. “You’re willing to let your body rot for the sake of your magic?”

Quentin said nothing in response, which only seemed to make Malleus more upset before his more draconic features seemed to fade, and a flash of lightening hit a nearby tree before. . . a fog engulfed the area and once again, Quentin felt tired before Malleus pulled her into a hug. 

“It seems you cannot be trusted to care of yourself.” Malleus simply said, his voice back to normal, and he hugged Quentin tightly, as if he let go, she’d turn into something else. “But that’s alright. I’ll take care of you.”

“W-W-What?” Quentin said, as she started to feel light-headed and her eyes became heavier to keep open. “Malleus-”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.” Malleus said as he stroked her head and Quentin’s worry started to feel numb. “Its’ not your fault you were born in such bad circumstances you call life. But I can fix it. I’ll fix everything.”

It was getting harder for Quentin to think.

“Everything. . . will be how it should be.”

Someone-

“Yes, how it should have been. From the very beginning.” 

 Quentin fell asleep.

[keesdarlin]

☆// striking midnight (MDNI, 18+)

info! cayde-6 / fluff + gender neutral reader

cw! n/a

notes! just a silly little idea i had. also new year's eve has been a little bit rough, so i'm writing this to cope a little bit lol. enjoy :]

in all honesty, what you were doing probably seemed pretty sketchy to someone who was uninformed. or maybe even someone who knew what you were doing. to the unsuspecting eye, it probably looked like-

“are you rigging a bomb? what are you doing, guardian?” your ghost asked, hovering anxiously over your shoulder. 

“no, i’m not rigging a bomb,” you retorted, moving around some wires attached to your little contraption. it was colorful and roughly the size of a backpack, mostly metal cylinders and colorful tubing with wires attached. you sighed to yourself, still fiddling with it. “...they’re fireworks.”

“ah. a colorful bomb,” your ghost replied, an air of disappointment in their tone. 

“no, no. it’s a light show. we’re gonna send these off to celebrate the new year,” you explained, not looking up as you screwed in a loose part. 

“but why do we need to celebrate again? it’s just another completed revolution of the earth around the sun. there’s been a ton of these; it’s nothing new.”

you sighed. you had set up a display leaning against a trash can to the left side of the little alley you’d set up shop in, your headphones connected wirelessly. on the screen played a sort of podcast – two humans sitting together at a table, reflecting on the year with music playing in the background. the viewer count in one corner of the screen read a measly 24, not that you really minded. a countdown to midnight sat in the other corner. the hosts wore no armor, just civilian clothes. you yourself wore minimal armor. probably not the smartest decision considering that you were currently working with explosives, but you wanted to honor the holiday. not quite in your civvies, but not in any kind of battle suit either.

your screen glitched where it leaned against the trash can, the hosts’ voices becoming momentarily distorted. you leaned over, hitting the side a few times. the screen corrected itself. old tech. “because of what it means,” you began, focusing back on the work at hand. “a new year is a fresh start, a clean slate. holds new opportunities. think the light of a new day and all that shit. symbolism.” a beat passed as you rearranged some wires, and then, “i learned that we used to celebrate it before the going got tough. guess i got a little bit sentimental.”

your ghost hummed somewhere behind you, their shell rotating curiously. “well, i think that’s quite nice, guardian.”

“thank you,” you mumbled appreciatively, distracted with your work.

a thud sounded behind you, but you didn’t think much of it. if it turned out to be a threat, you had confidence in yourself to handle it. do you stayed the course, twisting and rearranging and soldering quietly as you hummed along to the music on your livestream. at least it’s nice out. all chilly and calm, just like winter should be. not a peep. judging from your ghost’s silence, they didn’t detect a threat either.

“whatcha got there?” a robotic voice asked from behind you.

you looked over your shoulder to find none other than cayde-6 leaning against the wall of the alley, watching you work. one of his hands lingered near his hand cannon, the other draped across his torso, blue eyes glowing in the dim light.

“a bomb,” your ghost answered easily, shell spinning.

“not a bomb,” you rushed to assure the hunter vanguard. “and not funny,” you directed at your ghost before turning back to the exo. “they’re fireworks.”

“ah,” cayde nodded. “pretty bombs.”

“they’re not bombs,” you corrected, standing to face him. “they shoot up in the air, they’re not gonna hurt anyone.”

“oh, relax. i’m not here to snitch on you or anything like that,” he said nonchalantly.

you looked at him again, gazing pointedly at the hand that lingered near the gun resting in his holster. “mhm,” you said, tone disbelieving.

cayde coughed awkwardly, bringing that arm up to cross the other over his chest. “say, do i know you from somewhere?”

you sized him up, somewhat offended. “i work at the tower. i’m a weapons expert.” i’ve actually worked on the ace of spades, you thought, but left it unsaid.

“of course i knew that,” he assured, nodding. sundance thrummed by his ear, observing.

you nodded too, half-heartedly affirming him.

“so what’s with the bombs?”

“am i the only one that celebrates new year’s eve around here?” you asked lightly, tone bordering on a laugh. 

cayde whistled. “from what i’ve heard, yes.”

you frowned to yourself, shoulders slumping. “that is so disappointing.”

“i suppose so,” he agreed. “how are you planning on celebrating?”

you pointed to the podcast playing on your monitor. “once that timer hits midnight, i’m gonna get off the fireworks. probably get a bite to eat after.”

“sounds… interesting.”

“care to join?” you offered, giving him a lopsided grin.

cayde seemed to think on it a moment and then shrugged. “i mean, why not? as long as no one gets hurt, of course.”

“great!” you smiled, turning back to your machine. you quickly went back to soldering and tweaking various parts of it.

cayde came up, crouched down next to you. “so how long do we have until it’s time to set this sucker off?”

you spared a glance to your screen, checking the countdown timer. “a couple minutes.”

“a couple minutes? and you’re still working on it?!” 

you waved him off. “calm down, i know what i’m doing,” you muttered.

“you’re sure?” cayde checked.

you turned to him, eyes narrowed. “if you don’t trust it, leave.” when he didn’t, you turned back to your work. a few more sparks flew before you finally stood up, setting your hands on your hips. “there.”

cayde hummed, standing up beside you. “okay, great! now what?”

you gestured to the screen. the timer in the corner stood at only 11 seconds. the both of you watched as midnight grew closer. “5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”

the timer hit zero and you pushed a button on the contraption with your foot, stepping back. thankfully cayde followed suit because, a moment later, a barrage of fireworks went up in the air. both of you watched as they exploded in a colorful, booming display of sparks. “wow,” he whispered breathily. 

grinning, you turned your gaze to him, nudged him with your elbow. “happy new year.”

although it seemed a little hesitant, cayde smiled back, eyes glowing a little brighter. “happy new year.”

“now…” you trailed off, grabbing your display screen and dropping it into your bag. another troop of fireworks went up and your grin seemed to gleam a little brighter around the edges. “we should probably run before we get in trouble.”

cayde blinked at you. “what?”

you laughed, staring at him a moment before taking off down the alley. “we should go! you think i got permission from this?”

and then he startled into the realization. you jerk. he broke into a sprint after you, watching the fireworks over his shoulder as he went. “i guess i assumed!”

“no way!” you called, mischief clear in your voice.

he shook his head, following you around a corner. “you owe me ramen for this, kid!”

[ravennaortiz]

I feel like I'm always in your inbox for requests. But we can't have the inbox get empty again right? This time I'm thinking we do Opie. The first time I watched the series my boyfriend said not to get attached and I got attached. I cried like a baby when he was killed. Okay so I'm thinking we go with the prompts 3, 12, 17, 20, and 30. They can go in whichever order makes the best storyline. This gives me an after Donna vibe.

You are welcome to pop in to the inbox with as many request as you wish!!!!!! Also, no we cannot let the inbox get empty again. I agree his death was devastating in the show.

I love the idea of Opie post Donna for these prompts. Lets se what magic we can cook up!

Prompts:

3. Why did you save me?

12. Do you wanna come in?

17. I love you

20. Why?

30. I need you

Hold Space

Opie stood in the feminine product aisle rubbing his face roughly. He found himself thinking once again today he should have asked Donna how this shit worked. It never occurred to him that one day he would be standing here on his own trying to figure out what his daughter needed. That he would be handing the birds and bees talk with both kids. He wasn't built to be a single parent to a teenage daughter he thought to himself. This so far had been one of the worst days of his adult life.

Opie was almost in tears from stress as he pulled his phone out hoping you would answer. Hearing your voice as you said hello on the other end had him sighing in relieve. "I'm sorry. I know its late but I need you" stated Opie as he scanned the shelves. "Why? Are the kids okay?" you replied. Opie smiled at your concern. "There fine. Well Ellie not as much. She umm has become a lady and made it very clear how inadequate I am as not only a mother but a father" replied Opie as he recalled the venom with which Ellie had yelled at him that she wished it had been him that died and not Donna. "You at the little corner store down the street?" you asked as you slipped your shoes and jacket on. "Yeah" replied Opie. "I'm on my way, hang tight" you stated before ending the call.

***

Opie watched as you talked and walked Ellie through all the items that the two of you had picked up. Your compassion and empathy for everyone never ceased to amaze him. He found himself wishing a lot lately that he had met you before Donna. That you had moved to town sooner then two months after she had died. He loved her of course but the way you had showed up not just for him and the kids but also the club when you didn't need to spoke volumes.

After tucking the kids in for the night Opie found you in the hall dusting off the photos of Donna he had hung. "She always was the better one about cleaning" joked Opie as he rubbed the back of his neck. You laughed quietly. "You know your a good father right? Teen girls are ruthless. We say shit we don't mean to.... Well at least not aloud" you offered as you turned to him. Opie nodded as he looked down at the floor.

***

You had just finished making coffee when you heard a knock at the door. Looking through the peep hole you saw Opie. "Hey Opie" you greeted as he stared down at the floor. "Do you wanna come in? I just made coffee." you asked as you opened your door for him to pass through. "Coffee would be great." replied Opie with a smile as he walked in.

The two of you sat on your couch in silence for a moment before Opie set his cup down and turned to you. "Why did you save me? Not just at the store but in general." he inquired. "You deserved to be" you replied after a moment of thought as you sipped your coffee. "I love you. That scares me to say. Like its erasing her ya know?" confessed Opie as he looked down at the couch. Setting your coffee down you moved over and took his hands in yours making him look up at you. "I will always hold space for Donna. I never want to erase her from your life or the kids. She earned that space and I will always fight for her to have it because I love you too Opie." you replied.

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Roommate Check (Blue Lock)

What time is it? Lee!Barou time! :D In classic Squiggily fashion, I'm bringing y'all a rarepair with this one! I don't know why but the idea of Barou and Rin interacting makes me laugh. I hope y'all like it!

Also this is a given but as I've not read past season 1 of the anime I don't know how the rooms are set up or who's bunking with who so take this with arrangement with a grain of salt okay onto the fic!

Summary: Due to unforeseen events, Rin and Barou are now bunkmates. Antics ensue.

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada

“Oi, move your ass.”

Rin blinked, turning around to glare at the self-proclaimed king. “Who the hell are you talking to right now, cause it sure isn’t me.”

“You're the only one in here, lashes. Who else am I talking to, the ghost of Blue Lock past?” Barou was it? He stood at his full height, putting that single inch difference of theirs to work as he glared down at Rin. “Stop hovering around the door- either get in or get out.”

Infuriating. That was the immediate thought that came to mind as Rin glared back. How the hell did Isagi put up with this guy during the second selection? “How do you suppose I leave if you’re blocking the door now? Besides, this is my room.” He double checked the room number before coming in- this was the room he was assigned.

“Seriously? Looks like we’re roommates.” The fact seemed to piss off both of them, jaws setting and glares intensifying. At least there were three proper beds this time instead of bunks. “I’ll say it again- move your ass.”

“Make me.” Rin growled, refusing to break first. He wasn’t afraid of some egoist. Reaching out, he made to shove him out of the way. “I’m going to take a shower-”

What happened next was a series of incidents.

Turns out- Barou was just as much of a wall as Tokimitsu- just far less submissive. His shove did little to move him out of the way  The unexpected block made Rin stumble, eyes widening some as he scrambled for balance.

Barou reached out instinctively, used to catching his sisters when they stumbled. “Careful-HEH!” The hand at his shoulder shifted upward, brushing his neck as it went. Rin came somewhat crashing into him soon after. “Watch your hands!”

“Easier said than done when you’re falling, ass-” Rin blinked, the small sound playing in his mind once more. “Did you…squeak?”

Barou didn’t reply. From where RIn was, he could see the flush of red creeping along his collar. Caught in 4k. “Uh…no?”

“Hm.” His curiosity won out over his initial embarrassment. Reaching out, he poked Barou’s side.

“Hmm! Cut the shit!” Barou growled, grabbing Rin’s arms. Before he could push him away, more pokes came, jabbing the same spot several times over. “L-Lashes!”

“It’s Rin, dumbass.” He replied coolly, his fingers never ceasing their exploration. “Seems like Isagi isn’t the only one who’s ticklish.”

“I’m not ti-GAH DON’T!” Barou jerked when those prodding fingers pressed in, five on each side digging into flesh. “Stahhahahahp!”

“Shit, you’re more ticklish than him. Is that possible?” Rin sounded almost amused, carrying on his attack as Barou howled before him, slowly sinking to the ground with each flick of his fingers. “I’m barely touching you and you're laughing.”

Shuuhuhuhuhut the hehehehheell uuhuhuuhuhup! Geahhahahah, I’ll kihihiihick your ahahahhahahahhass!” His threats were as effective as paper, shaky and gibberish like between his bouts of mirth. It wasn’t long before he was lying on his back weakly pawing at Rin’s hands as the younger man scratched along his ribs. “Stahhahahap gahhahhahahah!”

“Hm…I swear, I think I’ve heard you laugh louder before.” Rin mused, frustrated he wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted. He knew tweedle dee and tweedle dum from Isagi’s old team did it- maybe it had to do with being in a pair? 

Or maybe…

Rin swept his hand up once more, deliberately going for under the chin.

“GAH! AHEHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHA!” Barou all but exploded, twisting the best he could beneath Rin as he tried squeezing him out. “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE YOU FUHUHUCK!”

“Found it.” Pride spread through him. Take that, bitches.

Barou couldn’t form words anymore, the majority of the air coming out of his lungs was dedicated to laughing while the remaining focused on trying to pry the other’s hands off- one tugging at the wrist beneath his chin while the other attempted to gather the one squeezing his upper ribs. Eventually, when his cheeks were flushed bright red and his chest hurt from lack of air, the tickles came to an end. “Ehehehe..hehehhe..fuhuuuhhuck…”

“Heh.” Rin snorted, satisfied. It felt good being on the attacking end of a tickle fight for once. Usually Isagi and bob-cut were; attacking him and anyone within a 50 foot radius. “Looks like I win, giggle king.”

Barou glared daggers, the effect still so weak. Rin stood, stretching his arms out as he wandered back into the main room. “I’m taking this bed. You can have your pick of the other two-”

A sharp jab to his ribs made Rin spasm, his bag flying out of his hands with a yelp. Twisting around, he found himself face to face with Barou, eyes dancing with revenge.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s ticklish.” He mused, the intense aura rolling off him in waves. Rin tried not to step back as he raised his chin-

“Um, hi. Is this room 3?” A boy poked his head in, cyan blue eyes wide and curious. Rin’s heart did a little skip. “I’m Yo Hiori, by the way.”

Saved by a pretty blue angel. Barou backed down, mumbling about “even more roommates” as he went back to setting up his bed. Hiori gave Rin a small smile and nod of greeting before claiming the remaining one.

Well…he supposed it wasn’t so bad- the whole roommate situation.

Thanks for reading!

[uhzuku]

— 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 ‘𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ; 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢 & 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 !! — stolen away from their home by invading barbarians, baji and chifuyu learn the hard way what it means to become the barbarian queen’s concubines.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — keisuke baji/f!reader, chifuyu matsuno/f!reader.

𝐰𝐜 !! — 10.60k.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — nsfw ; minors dni.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !! — historical au, kidnapping, human trafficking, concubine!baji, concubine!chifuyu, fxf, pussy eating, fingering, mxm, mxmxf, double penetration ( vaginal ), threesome, kissing, biting, claiming, jealousy.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“I don’t get why we had to get picked for foraging duty though, why couldn’t some of the girls have gone?” 

The words, spoken loudly and without caution, come from Baji Keisuke, a twenty-three-year-old man who often found himself dragged along through life by his closest friend, Chifuyu Matsuno, which is who he was speaking to at that very moment through the leaves of a blackberry bush. Baji’s complaints are slightly distorted by the blackberries he’d been putting in his mouth in between moments of dropping handfuls in his basket, a distortion of his voice that doesn’t go unnoticed by his friend, who was gathering red berries on another bush opposite the one Baji was standing behind. 

“Because it's laundry day and I’d rather pick berries than wash shit stains out of some of the grimier warrior’s underwear,” Chifuyu retorts, peeking around the vast bushes to get a look at his friend. Baji had frozen up as soon as Chifuyu’s head had peeped around the bushes, his lips and some of his chin covered in berry juices, and Chifuyu rolls his eyes with a soft, fond smile. “Y’know, Keisuke, we’ll never get done if you keep stuffing the damn things in your mouth instead of putting them in the basket.”

“Please, there’s plenty here,” Baji mutters, placing three more berries in his mouth when he knows Chifuyu is watching just for good measure before going back to gathering them. Once his basket is half full, he props it on one hip and wanders off to gather dandelions, mushrooms, and various tree nuts, knowing that he didn’t need to take them all at once and that everything edible was useful for a village as big as theirs was getting. “When are we going back? My feet hurt,” he whines, three pecans loosely held in one hand, and Chifuyu rolls his eyes. 

“Maybe if you weren’t just standing there like some sort of valley spectre they wouldn’t,” he teases, popping a berry of his own into his mouth and relishing the burst of bitterness that quickly turned sweet when he bit down on it and it was crushed between his teeth. 

Baji groans, pulling at his hair with one hand. “I doubt a valley spectre’s feet can even hurt, Chifuyu, they’re dead — and c’mon, I'm bored! We’ve gathered plenty of food today, I want to go back to the village and take a dip in the water hole.”

“We aren't supposed to swim in it, Baji, you know that!” Chifuyu hisses, glancing around to make sure no hunters were making their way through the woods.

“It's only against the rules if you get caught,” Baji replies, shrugging. Chifuyu facepalms, completely outdone, then sighs. 

“You know what? Fine, let’s go before you eat everything we’ve found,” he teases, and Baji swings at him gently before they link arms and laugh their way through the undergrowth and back to the trail. The two men chatter back and forth as they make their way through the woods, one of them occasionally darting off to snag a mushroom or plant they know to be especially tasty, but more or less making good time back home, and Baji’s in the middle of spinning around and looking every way but where the path leads ( and subsequently finding a whole cluster of his favorite kinds of mushroom )  when his friend freezes. 

“Do you — do you smell smoke?” Chifuyu asks his companion quietly, glancing around in worry. Baji stops his lazy spinning, a small brown mushroom from the cluster he’d found in hand and ready to be placed in the basket on his hip as they keep walking, then just laughs, excited to be on the way home after a boring day looking for mushrooms, greens, and berries in the woods. 

“Smoke? C’mon, ‘Fuyu, what do you mean, smo-“ both his words and his smile die on his lips as the smell reaches his own nose and the sounds of distant screaming begins to faintly echo through the trees ahead of them. Looking up, they see multiple plumes of black smoke drifting above the trees, and their faces pale drastically as they look at each other in fear, their breathing shallow and stuttery. “Oh gods,” Baji whispers, his voice shaking, “it’s the village.” They throw their baskets to the ground, the red berries that Chifuyu had spent hours carefully gathering squashing beneath their feet and leaving garish red footprints in their wake as they race back to the place they’d always called home, desperate to get there and salvage what they could from whatever disaster had struck. Had the fire jumped over the pit in the eastern side of the village? Had someone knocked over a lamp and had the oil in it caught fire? 

They run through the forest, ignoring both the trail and the whipping of branches and leaves against their bodies as they cut through everything in a mad dash home. Thorns grab at their clothes, ripping the furs and leathers in some places, and rocks and sticks dig painfully into their bare feet. A length of briars wraps around Chifuyu’s ankle and he lets out a pained shriek as its thorns bite into his leg and it trips him, and he falls to the ground in pain. Baji, who’d kept going a ways, skids to a stop and runs back to his friend despite the screaming ahead, worrying his lip as he grabs the thorny vine and whimpering slightly as it cuts into his palms. Together they shakily rip away the briars, hurting themselves in their haste; their fingers and hands and Chifuyu’s ankle and foot were bleeding profusely from where the thorns had torn at their skin, but they forced themselves to ignore it in favor of making it home. Within seconds they’re back on their way, still ignoring everything on the forest floor, and as they break through the trees they see the cause of the commotion: at least seventy men and women on horses were racing through the village, slitting throats and grabbing who and whatever they felt like, primarily the food and supplies that they’d just traded for with another village as well as some of the women and men that were being protected by ( failing ) warriors. Their eyes wide and filled with horror, the two companions were forced to watch as more and more of their brave women and men’s throats were cut, they were run through, or they were gutted, and how the village seamstress and her daughters, all adults but still gentle handed and nowhere near wanting to join the warrior group, were snatched up and bound before being thrown into a bunch of others that were being guarded by another handful of the invading barbarians. 

Cheering, a group of three of the barbarian riders fly by on their horses chasing a sobbing woman holding her baby, a baby that Chifuyu had even helped bring into the world at the insistence of the village healer. 

“By the gods,” Baji whimpers, trembling just as hard as Chifuyu. His eyes were locked on his home and he staggers towards it before breaking into a panicked run, a blatant fear blazing in his eyes as strong as the fire that had clearly overtaken it. “My — my parents-!”

Chifuyu chases after him, taking his hand in his only to look up in terror as Baji is stopped by a massive onyx black horse with wild, reddened eyes and a frothing mouth led by its rider, a vicious-looking, bloody woman with a simple golden circlet braided into her hair. A cruel glint sparkled in her eyes, and she pointed her curved blade down at them in a silent threat. Thick red blood dripped from the tip, and the two men shook with fear as men on horses surrounded them and her face split into a cold grin. 

She rumbles down at them, “Mmmm, yes, the two of you — perfect. You both shall join me on the long journey to our homeland.”

The men around them cackle wickedly and two jump down from their horses, blood  ( which was clearly not his own ) soaking half of one’s face, grabbing them and forcing their wrists together in front of them. Two more men tightly tie thick ropes around their wrists before getting back on their horses and yanking them over to a new spot beside where the small group of invaders was guarding more people. Among them, Chifuyu saw a bound and gagged Draken, the top in his age group to join in the village’s warriors, as well as Mitsuya the seamstress’s son, who was protecting his mother and sisters as best he could while bound and gagged himself. Their eyes met and a crushing sense of familiarity was shared before they were yanked away from that group by the men holding the other ends of the ropes binding their wrists. 

For the rest of the night, they’re forced to watch as the people they’ve lived with for over twenty years are captured or slaughtered, how no matter how desperately they beg, if the men and women before them see no value in them a blade is brought down and their screams are silenced, and when it’s all over and the survivors of the massacre are being led away Baji and Chifuyu look back at the remnants of the village. They gaze despondently at the smoke billowing in the breeze and the blood that soaked the grass, and they listen. They listen to the wailing wives and mothers, to the sounds of fire still unkempt and crackling and to the sounds of bodies being dragged to be put together by the tiny handful of survivors that hadn’t been wanted by the barbaric monsters that had slain the majority of their people. They smell the blood that had just been spilt, and their noses burn as they smell the bitter smoke. They feel the grass, slick with blood, squelching beneath their bare feet and bubbling up between their toes — and then, with just a jerk of the ropes binding their wrists, their senses are encompassed by the sight of invaders all around them, by the smell of sweat and blood and iron, by the sounds of the footfalls of horses and the laughter of those that had taken them, by the feeling of their wrists being rubbed raw as they were dragged along by their captors, and they knew. 

Toman Village was done for. 

The first thing that Baji notices as they finally cross into the desert was that it was hotter than any summer that he’d ever experienced in all of his twenty-three years of life. No one from Toman Village had ever dared venture into the desert for any reason, both because of the distance and because of the heat that was rumoured to boil you from the inside out, and Baji was beginning to think that it wasn’t a rumour anymore.

Their captors stop the procession and Baji finally notices that the discomfort in his legs came from how much the sand underneath him burns his bare feet. He winces, picking up one foot to give it a moment of relief then putting it down in favor of doing the same for the other; while it brought the pain to a stop for a second or two, it still always started up again as soon as he put his foot back down. Glancing to his right, he could see that Chifuyu was having the same problem, but they were both ignored as the woman leading the group orders two smaller groups of men off. Baji watches them go, guessing that one of them were collecting water judging from the large number of goatskins they’d tight to their horses. What the other group was doing he had no idea — maybe hunting?

Someone new comes up to them, a bundle of cloth in hand, and Baji stands in front of Chifuyu almost instinctively ( even though he knows that the man could easily kill him and get to Chifuyu anyway ). “Change,” the scarred man snaps, throwing clothes and two pairs of brown sandals at them. Baji is quick to put the shoes on, urging Chifuyu to do the same, the relief they felt once escaping from the burning sand instant, but they both hesitate when they look at the clothes. The ones they’re wearing right now — thick furs and leather — are leaving them hot and uncomfortable, but to put these on they’d have to undress in front of the entire group of people that kidnapped them. Even worse, the people around them weren’t keeping their gazes subtle. Plenty were openly watching them with a lazy look in their eyes, almost as if they didn’t care; hell, maybe they didn’t. 

Chifuyu bit the bullet first, grinding his teeth as he took off his shirt and replaced it with the length of thin brown cloth that looked more like a wide scarf than a top. He tied the loose ends behind his back tightly, and they both discovered that the bottom hem stopped just beneath his pecs; Baji could tell by the way his friend shifted his hips that he was uncomfortable, but with a sigh he moved on to the pants, which sat low on his hips and clung to them but fluttered around his thighs and calves from how loose the cloth of legs of them were. Screwing up his nose in a sign of his own discomfort, Baji followed suit, and soon his own furs and leathers were in a heap on the ground next to Chifuyu’s. They looked down at them silently, wondering why it had to be Toman Village that got captured; why couldn’t it be another? Toman wasn’t even the closest village to the desert, they’d passed those, and all of the people within it had paused what they were doing just to watch the barbarians drag them off. They’d not tried to help, to fight or bargain for Tomanms freedom, they’d just watched — and then, once the village was behind them, Baji had heard it roar back to life as if nothing had happened. 

He jumps when rough hands fist in his hair, and he tries to pull away but the person holding him won’t let go. “Be still!” they snarl, and Baji freezes in response. He recognized the voice, it was the woman that had claimed some sort of possession over them, but why was she here?

Her hands continue fiddling with his hair, and after about two minutes of this something thin tightens around it and Baji realizes that it isn’t down and whipping in the breeze anymore. Instead it’s piled high on his head and tied with what feels like a length of leather. Once she lets him go he throws himself forward towards where Chifuyu was watching in worry and stands close to him, wild-eyed and nervous. She just quirks up an eyebrow at them both, something akin to amusement in her eyes, then climbs back on her horse and leaves, back to ignoring them. 

The groups that branched off returned about ten minutes later, and several fresh animal carcasses were tossed on wagons that had been tended to while they were away. Two of the men ( who Baji recognizes as the ones who had held them as ropes were tied around their wrists ) ride over and thrust a dripping goatskin in Chifuyu’s face, and upon discovering the fresh water inside it the two drink like a pair of men dying from thirst. While they do so another man brings dried strips of meat to them as well as small berries that were bitter but still stomachable, and another came with bread that was a little stale but that they were grateful for nonetheless, and they ate while they drank. 

Stomachs full and donned in their new clothes, the evening breeze feels better than ever, and the food and water pools coolly in their stomachs in a way that’s beyond refreshing and relieving. While neither of them wanted to admit that they were currently comfortable, neither could deny that they don’t feel as sick anymore, at least until they see that the rest of their former fellow villagers, several meters away from where they were being kept, aren’t receiving as nice of treatment. In fact, neither could really tell if they’d gotten to eat at all, but they knew that they weren’t given new clothes and that the only thing they’d gotten was two goatskins of water despite there being at least thirty five people there. 

Baji watches, pained, as Mitsuya urges his mother and sisters to split his small share of the water, and how when bread worse off than what they’d gotten is thrown into the sand at the feet of the other group of captives, he gives that to them too. Draken does the same with other members of the captive Toman Village, giving his share of water to the woman with the baby and splitting his bread between her and the only elder that had survived the raid. 

Night fell fully, a blanket of stars overtaking their heads. Hours later, morning followed, and the next three weeks were spent walking, stopping, and repeating what had happened the first night. The group ate the meat from the animals hunted before they went deep in the desert and drank the water gathered at the same time. Three other villagers tried to escape during this time and all were swiftly dealt with, and with a lack of food and water going his way it only took around two weeks for Draken to collapse. 

He didn’t get back up. 

Much like with the runners, they didn’t stop to pick him up, leaving his corpse behind to rot into the sand as the people of Toman Village mourned. Regardless of their captives’ feelings, the barbarians urged them all on, eager to continue the journey, and Baji and Chifuyu both looked back over their shoulders and watched the empty lump of flesh until they got so far away that it disappeared into the distance behind them. 

Afterwards, the caravan of people continues on its journey until finally stopping at some sort of market. Baji heard the barbarians muttering excitedly about ‘the Bazaar!’ and assumed that’s what it was called, then went back to worrying about the others — only he couldn’t see them. Neither of them could, and they looked around in a panic for them until finally—

“They’re there!” Chifuyu whispers to him, relieved until they realized what’s happening, and they watch in shock as one by one their fellow villagers are sold or traded to the highest bidder as if they were nothing more than livestock. A fight breaks out as Mitsuya’s sisters are bought by different people than him, the man their age desperately trying to claw, kick, bite, and punch his way to them. Their mother had died from the heat of the desert on the journey here, they only had each other left, but all of his struggles are fruitless as he’s knocked nearly unconscious and his sisters are dragged away sobbing and screaming for their older brother by the new group that they belonged to. Mitsuya’s dragged off too, bloody and beaten, and that’s when Baji and Chifuyu force themselves to look away. They can’t watch anymore, if they did they’d vomit. 

Thankfully a distraction comes their way in a mass of gold, green, and white that is thrust at them by the same man that had given them the first set of clothes, and with a resigned grumble ( and quick nudges into the shade of the overhang of a tent ) the two set about changing again, barely noticing the way others from the barbarian group that took them lead their horses to them then stop in front of them to shelter their bare bodies from eager eyes. 

Chifuyu watches as Baji takes off the sandy, dark brown clothes and pulls on the colorful, thin cloth top, tying it behind his neck like intended ( while very careful to avoid any loose hair ) with the small thin length of black cloth that was attached to it. Much like the first, it stops just below his pecs and is tight around his ribcage like the flowy pants were tight around his ankles and just above his hips. The sleeves of the top were the same, tight around the top hem and wrist but loose and flowy around the rest, and the top hem clung to his skin just below his biceps. He slips the new sandals on, and then helps Chifuyu with his own thin straps, but the two of them are lost on the loose chains and the scrap of green and white rectangular cloth, and one of the women from their group rolls her eyes and comes forward, clipping the chains around their waists and muttering, “To attach your coin purse and a small blade,” then putting the rectangular cloth up to their faces and tying it carefully around the back of their heads. she answers their confused look with a groan and just says, “To hide the faces of the chosen ones from the unworthy,” then steps back, dips her head at them in what they could swear was respect, then marches off.

Baji and Chifuyu are left to sit in the shade and watch the people who had stolen them away haggle for this and that, buying what they wanted as they pleased with the utmost respect for each vendor, and it stung. Why were they so… human here, but absolute beasts to Toman Village? 

It wasn’t fair. 

The woman that had claimed them rides forward on her own horse, grabbing the two lengths of rope that their wrists were attached to and leading them to where seven horses, all female, were bound to a wooden railing above a trough of water. She stops in front of them and nods towards the group of horses. “Pick,” she rumbles, waiting silently as they look between the horses and her in surprise. She rolls her eyes. “Pick two. To ride.”

So the horses were for them?

Baji hesitantly reaches a hand out towards a dark grey mare, her back dappled in lighter grey spots all the way down to her haunches, and he laughs in surprise when she bumps her nose up into his hand insistently after sniffing it. His eyes sparkle above his veil and Chifuyu, noticing that this wasn’t some sort of trap and that it was genuinely something nice after their past month in hell, reaches a hand towards a mare the color of buttermilk who huffs at him before gently nibbling his fingers. He grins behind his own veil  and neither man notice the woman paying for the two horses until they’re being picked up and sat on their bare backs. 

Chifuyu’s hands fist in his mare’s white mane as she begins to follow their captor’s black stallion, led by the rope around her neck. Behind him Baji lets out a cry as his own mare rushes forward to catch up, only slowing once she’s shoulder to shoulder with Chifuyu’s horse.  They walk like this for around an hour and a half, the two slowly getting used to the feeling of the horses moving beneath them and learning to lean this way and that or nudge them with their feet on the side where they wanted to turn; they were both hesitant to do it as fast and carelessly as Y/N did with her stallion, a way that spoke of experience, but even their soft little bumps were enough to make the two horses do what they willed. Neither saw, but their captor was smiling ahead of them; they’d picked two rather gentle-natured horses, perfect for a pair who clearly didn’t know what they were doing. 

Three more days and nights are spent in the bazaar, and on the fourth they set out into the desert again. 

They only travelled for three more days after this, three days that are ten times as lonely without the sounds of their former friends nearby. The ropes around their horses' necks are fixed to the saddle on their captor’s horse for the majority of their travel, but both are allowed to keep as much distance between them as they want — at least, they were at first. 

“With me,” the leader says on the final day, her voice colder than the breeze that blew as midday eased into early evening, and they hesitantly nudge their horses’ sides so they’d pick up the pace and walk with their mares’ chests even with either of their captor’s stallions’ hips. In the distance they see lights springing up in between vast tents, and they can hear excited shouting and laughter. To their left a man on a horse rides up with a herd of goats and two dogs herding them following him, and he raises a hand to wave in greeting. The female fighter that had helped them with their veils and chains breaks off from the group and rides to him, smiling brightly, and upon reaching him she leans over to kiss him, and her sentiments aren’t lost on the other riders. Those with spouses, parents, or families waiting for them break away from the group and rush to them, something that both Baji and Chifuyu thought would get them punished but just earns a chuckle from their barbaric leader, and they keep going, riding their horses through town as children run around excitedly and people ogle at them with a blatant interest in their sudden appearance. One little girl even squeals and points at Baji, clearly surprised by his hair, until her father shushes her with a soft smile. 

They eventually stop in front of a massive series of connected tents, and finally the person that stole them away dismounts and motions for them to do the same. As they get down, a rush of footsteps sounds behind them, and all three people turn just in time to see three concubines, two female and one male, rush up to her in excitement. Each donned in simple but beautiful golden jewelry, the three chatter to her wildly, welcoming her home and offering to bathe and feed her until the lone man’s eyes stopped on Baji and Chifuyu. Both newcomers had high hopes that maybe, just maybe, they’d be able to have someone understand their predicament and to be friends with, but the other concubines just looked at the two new arrivals in disgust. 

“Y/N, who are they?” one of the concubines murmurs in confusion, a woman whose coal-black eyes glittered like rare gemstones and whose skin was as dark as the night sky. She had a broad nose that went well with the rest of her features, and a large golden hoop was pierced through her left nostril; even larger golden hoops dangled prettily from her earlobes, with slightly smaller hoops pierced through her ears less than an inch higher than the first set. Her hair was short and dark in color, and it looked to have a texture that resembled clouds in the sky, something that Baji and Chifuyu found fascinating. She was beyond beautiful, more so than anyone they had seen on the long journey here, so why on earth had their captor brought them here? 

 Y/N was apparently the name of their captor, because she just chuckles and kisses the woman’s forehead affectionately. 

“Calm yourself, Afua, they’re here to join you, Amara, and Aron,” she replies gently.  Afua pouts and crosses her arms in response, stubbornly turning her head away so Y/N couldn’t kiss her again, but the other woman just chuckles and gently bumps her nose against her cheek, coaxing a half-smile onto her lips that the concubine tried desperately to fight off. “Don’t be that way, Little Blade — you know I adore you.” The nickname earns her a full smile, though it fades when she looks towards the new concubines again. 

“Y/N, you should kill them — you said you’d never need anyone but us before you left, so surely they’re witches casting spells on you!” the other woman — Amara, Baji thinks to himself — growls, her hair as red as the berries Chifuyu was so fond of back home and her eyes as blue as the sky in the middle of summer. Her skin was the color of fresh milk and freckles were splashed across her face, hands, and arms. The lone man, clearly the one named Aron, was a blond with tanned skin from the sun and eyes like sweetgrass. He was taller than the two women but shorter than the two new concubines, and he stayed silent and just glared at them in a way that made their skin crawl. They pressed their shoulders together nervously and took a step back. 

“Amara is right,” Afua complains, grabbing Y/N’s arm with both hands and confirming what Baji had been thinking, “you’ve been placed under some sort of an enchantment! you’ve been pleased with the three of us — and only the three of us — for over five years, why would your feelings suddenly change? Kill them before they rip out your soul in your sleep and gift it to their gods!” Aron scoffs and nods in agreement, and all five concubines, new and old, jumped when Y/N just started laughing. 

“Even if I had been born blind, I would still be able to see the jealousy the three of you are showing,” she grins, chuckling a little at the squawk of indignation that Amara let out behind them. She ignores it and moves on, shaking her head with a fond smile on her face as she tugs the two newcomers deeper into her tent. She stops them in front of a steaming basin of water and, after cutting the ropes from their wrists and tutting softly at the rope burns there as if she wasn’t the cause of it, nudges them towards it gently, four people emerging from someplace further into the tent who bowed their heads respectfully to Y/N when she began to speak. 

“Bathe,” she murmurs, “the servants will attend you. I believe I have three other spouses to deal with, and all of them are angry.” The last bit is something she mutters to herself, but Baji still hears it, and he begins to worry silently. He's shaken from these thoughts when gently hands pull at his clothes until they come off then push him towards the basin, Chifuyu at his side. 

“Get in quickly before the water cools, please!” one of the servants, clearly the youngest, squeaks with a smile so bright and sweet that, coupled with the fact that they haven't bathed in five weeks, they just can’t bring it upon themselves to deny her. 

The hot water is heavenly, and both Baji and Chifuyu sink into it all the way to the bottoms of their noses, soaking in the pleasant heat. More water is dunked on their heads, just a bit cooler than what they were soaking in, but still hot, and they sigh as fingers start massaging at their scalps, working out the dirt and sweat and hair grease that had built up over the five weeks the spent in the desert. Sweet-smelling oils and perfumes were poured into their hair and massaged into their skin, giving their hair and bodies the faint scent of flowers and honey that blended into their natural smell. After being persuaded into finally getting out, fluffy towels were wrapped around their bodies and their toes made little indents into the soft carpets surrounding the basin. Two of the four servants ran off and returned with new outfits, the cloth all white with gold thread seeing it together and pretty lengths of golden chains used to hold the top, as well as a new veil, up. Their hands are taken and dipped into bowls of warm milk, honey, and rose oil, and then their fingernails and toenails are painted black with the tiniest, most simple golden accents added. Gold chains are clipped carefully around their biceps and then are connected to the unattached sleeves that donned their forearms, and a single golden circlet is placed around each of their wrists and ankles before a similar one is locked around their necks.

“She will be pleased,” the eldest servant, clearly in her mid-fifties, says with a soft smile, and they bow towards them before quickly leaving. 

Wondering what on Earth they were meant to do now, they wander towards the exit only for their way to be barred by two spears wielded by men at least a foot and a half taller than them, so they back up and reenter the tents, wandering around and investigating everything — the bathroom, the room where the concubines had clearly been eating lunch, the room the other concubines had been sleeping in ( judging from the smell of perfume ). Next to a very comfy looking chair was a table made of some sort of dark wood, and on top of the table was a hefty stack of books of varying thicknesses, and beside the books was an unlit candle. Not too far away was another little table that bore several sparkling stones and a pretty teacup carved from a purple crystal, and in another corner was a table full of art supplies. Chifuyu really wanted to grab one of the books to read, but he paused when he realized that they belonged to Afua, who very obviously didn’t like them very much and who wouldn’t want him touching her things. 

It was good that they didn’t touch anything, because at that moment the three concubines re-entered the tents, followed by Y/N. They seemed to be in better moods, each holding something ( a stack of seven books was in Afua’s hands, for instance ) but Afua’s happy expression clearly darkened when she saw Chifuyu so close to her set of books. She strides forward quickly and gets close to Chifuyu, ignoring Baji’s protests. 

“If I find out that you’ve touched any of my things, I’ll gut you and feed your innards to the war dogs,” she hisses, her eyes filled with a vicious poison more potent than some tangible ones. With that, she places the new stack of books on the table and sits down in her chair hard, an air of aggression in her, then opens the book on top of the stack that she’d returned to the tents with and begins reading.  Swallowing hard, Chifuyu backs into Baji and they retreat from the beautiful ( but beyond terrifying ) woman, only to bump into one of the other concubines by mistake. 

It’s Amara, who huffs at them and storms off to the little table with the stones on it. She sits down in front of it and opens the leather pack that she’d come in with and begins to take more stones out, each as dazzling ( and some more so ) than the last. 

Aron they manage to avoid bothering in a new way, the man carrying his own bag over to the table with paint and chalk and charcoal and opening it to reveal little bottles of what looked like fresh paints. A soft smile upturns his lips, and he begins sorting everything out excitedly. 

“They’re gifts,” Baji whispers to Chifuyu, “when she leaves, she brings them back gifts.”

The realization washes over him instantly once Baji’s words register, and he understands. All of Afua’s books were gifts that Y/N had given her, all of the art supplies Aron was hoarding were presents, and every stone and crystal that Amara was holding up to the light and squealing over were as well. No wonder Afua had been so protective of her books, they were what she got for spending over a month alone, and likewise for the others. 

They’re both startled when Y/N advances on them, and they back away quickly. Baji goes so fast that he falls back on a heap of blankets and pillows, leaving Chifuyu alone above him as Y/N finally puts her hands on him. 

She presses her face into his neck and inhales deeply, grinning against his skin. “Y’smell good,” she rumbles into his neck, and he trembles as teeth drag across his neck, her incisors more the length of small fangs like his friend had scraping at sensitive spots on his skin before she pulls away with a chuckle and lets him fall backwards and down next Baji. 

“I won’t take you tonight,” she rumbles from her place standing above them simply, flashing them a simple grin. “because, by the time I do, you will beg me not to stop.” 

With that,,, she backs away from them, a heavy sway in the way she walked, and makes her way over to Afua, whose look of disdain their way immediately transforms into girlish excitement once she realizes that she’ll be the sole focus of the clan leader’s affections. The two other concubines who had been watching her interact with Baji and Chifuyu with fury burning in their eyes turn their gazes to Afua and Y/N, and while the angry look in their eyes isn’t as bright it’s still aggressive; it’s then that the two newcomers realize that even before they’d been stolen away it really was every concubine for themselves, and clearly Afua was the favorite. 

Afua quickly gets up and out of her chair then gently pushes Y/N into it, the barbarian queen allowing her body to carefully fall back onto the chair as Afua climbs up her body and straddles her, her breasts just below her chin from how close together they were. 

“So you did miss me then, Little Blade?“ she rumbles teasingly, referencing some conversation that Baji and Chifuyu weren’t a part of, and Afua just answers by needily locking their lips together and kissing Y/N deeply. One of Y/N’s hands gently grips her waist while the other comes up to cup Afua’s face as they kiss, her thumb rubbing across her cheekbone in a gentle, almost domestic caress that had the concubine sighing into her lips. Afua pulls away slowly, almost hesitant, and closes her eyes as she rests her forehead against Y/N’s. 

“Yes,” the woman in her lap breathes shakily, “I missed you.”

Months pass with them in the camp with Y/N and the concubines, and as the seven month mark passes they’re free to roam the encampment as they please. Just as the woman who had put their veils on for them said, coin purses are now always attached to the chains at their hips as well as a small knife for each of them. 

Throughout their time there they’d learned over drinks with a drunken Amara that Aron was selectively mute due to a competing clan attacking his old home  and that the reason Afua was called ‘Little Blade’ by Y/N was because the moment she’d been given the blade she had on a chain at her hips she’d drawn it against Y/N and had it pressed to the artery in her neck before any of the guards could stop her. 

Obviously the situation had been diffused, because otherwise Toman Village wouldn’t have been burnt to the ground. In the back of their minds that night both Baji and Chifuyu had wondered what the men and women that had gone out further inland to hunt for bigger, more impressive game than deer or boar thought when they came back to a village of nothing but ash and blood. Both talked about it and agreed that they must have been beyond upset; Chifuyu even wondered aloud his concerns of how Mikey and Pah must have felt when they came back and found Shinichiro, Emma, and Peh dead and Draken, Mitsuya, and Baji just… gone. 

Both hoped that they didn’t know Draken was dead too or what had happened to Mitsuya. 

Another plus side of the last seven months was that they were never forced to fuck her. She just let them… exist in her life without ever trying to corner them. She did let her touches linger at certain times, and occasionally they’d accidentally walk in on her fucking one of the original concubines in whatever room they’d gotten horny in. 

Because she isn’t fucking them, though, the other concubines make sure that they frequently take advantage of that and warm her bed every night, Afua more often than either of the others. Apparently she was dead set on remaining Y/N’s unspoken favorite, and she was succeeding. It was, in all honesty, how they’d gotten here, in fact. 

It was the middle of the night and they were both going to Y/N’s room to ask for another blanket when they’d walked past the sight of Y/N and Afua tangled together in Afua’s private room with the clan leader’s head buried between thick, dark thighs, feasting on what was normally hidden between them. Chifuyu and Baji watch in surprise as Afua grasps needily at Y/N’s shoulders, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and they’re so buried in watching them that they don’t notice that Afua’s head isn’t thrown back anymore. 

Instead her eyes, black as ink, are locked on Baji’s, and they narrow as Y/N’s grip on her thighs tightens, her face buried in the woman’s pussy and her tongue delving deeper and deeper inside. Baji’s pwn eyes widen in shock at the fact that they’ve been found out and he paws at Chifuyu to try to tell him. When Chifuyu looks up and sees Afua’s glare on him he shrinks back, still afraid of the first concubine, and she snorts. 

Suddenly her face contorts into a look of pure pleasure as she lets out a keening cry, one hand rushing up to cup her right breast and the other flying down to the back of Y/N’s head, pressing her lover’s face deeper into her soaking wet snatch. She twists one of her dark nipples between her well-manicured fingers, her hips stuttering up into Y/N’s talented mouth, and her eyes cross as an orgasm washes over her. The clan leader carefully pulls off of her sensitive, swollen cunt and crawls up her body, still not acknowledging the men watching in shock. Afua is, however, very much aware of their presence, and she tiredly puts a leg over Y/N’s middle and throws her arms around her neck as Y/N kisses her way down her own. 

Y/N’s wandering fingers find their way to her pussy again and Afua shrieks as Y/N presses them inside and curls them up into her swollen sweet spot, rolling her hips up into her hand and the two newcomer concubines completely forgotten. Continuing her movements in seconds, Y/N roughly presses her callused thumb against Afua’s swollen clit and begins rubbing hard, fast circles on and around it, enjoying the way the other woman writhed and cried. Tears had sprung up in her eyes from the pleasure and overstimulation, and as they rolled down her cheek Y/N licked them off, pulling more cries from Afua’s lips until finally the woman screamed long and louder than before and came all over her fingers. 

She fell back onto the bed after that, her ample chest heaving and fresh tears both running down her face and sparkling along her lash line. Her thighs trembled violently from the unintentional overstimulation as she felt Y/N’s hands carefully withdraw from her aching cunt ( her lover hadn’t been gentle with her ) and she mumbles out a quiet “Goodnight, Y/N, I love you,” that only the two of them could hear that earned her a gentle kiss to the back of her hand before curling up in bed to sleep. Y/N gets up and her eyes lock on the two peepers, who freeze again in fear. Now that she’d discovered them, what would she do?

“Whaddya need?” she asks lazily, surprising them, and their eyes go wide. 

“Cold,” Chifuyu answers quietly, “We — We got cold. Wanted another blanket.”

Y/N nods and leads them out of the room and over to a chest, which she opens to reveal is full of nice blankets. Still, she can’t hold herself back from teasing them even a little bit more before she sends them off back to bed. “Surely I could help you stay warm another way,” she purred playfully, bending down to grab a blanket, and behind her back they looked at each other and nodded. 

“Fine by me,” Baji says lazily, and the woman in front of them tenses. Unbeknownst to her, the two of them had come up with a plan over the last seven months: wind her up and make her wait, then fuck her until she’s so happy, sleepy, and cumdrunk that she doesn’t know that they’ve fled on horseback with food and water until they’re all the way back to the Bazaar. They’d planned for so long and cleared up any potential fuck ups that nothing could go wrong now; before the next month was over they’d be home. Hopefully Mikey, Pah, and the other survivors were still waiting for them — and maybe they’d even rescued Mitsuya and his sisters by now.

They tear their eyes from each other and discover that the whole time she’s been coolly studying them, her eyes dark and her pupils blown; an intelligence they hated to acknowledge glittered within them, and it burned them even more to realize that their village was destroyed by someone who clearly had carefully planned it out rather than by a senseless, empty-minded ambush. 

“Are you sure?” she asks finally after a lengthy silence, and it surprises them. She’d waited so long for them to come to her and ask for sex, and now that they were she was questioning it? It was almost offensive, and neither of them even liked her. 

“What, you don't want us?” Baji snaps, crossing his arms, and she shakes her head once. 

“It isn’t like that. What I want when it comes to something like this doesn’t matter. I want to know if the two of you want this,” she rumbles back, her eyes shining with some sort of knowledge that they didn’t understand. What could she possibly know about them that they didn’t?

“What do you mean?” Chifuyu asks quietly, sudden feelings of nervousness and hesitation washing over him. Something was wrong, and she knew it — but they did not. 

“I mean, are you absolutely sure this is what you want to do?” she asks softly, lifting one eyebrow in question. Both men swallow hard and nod. 

“We are,” Baji replies, feigning laziness. “We talked about it before we came to you, told one another that next time you offered yourself to us we’d go for it.”

He’s captured and held in her arms suddenly enough that he lets out a shocked cry, his eyes wide and his world spinning from how fast she’d moved. Chifuyu watches in shock from behind them, his eyes wide as Baji’s eyes roll back in pleasure from the feeling of her teeth on his neck, the cursed things digging into a sensitive spot that even he’d not found on himself on a night he’d explored his own body. She bites down hard and he lets out a whimpered cry of pleasure that sends blood racing down directly to both his and Chifuyu’s cocks. Chifuyu’s breathing begins to get heavier as he watches Baji slowly begin to roll his hips up into one of Y/N’s thighs, the hard drag clearly supplying some sort of friction to his otherwise ignored cock. 

Chifuyu lets out a squeak when one of the barbarian queen’s hands releases his friend and darts behind her own body to grab him by the hair, dragging him over and drawing small noises of appreciation from his throat at the feeling. She pulls him close and then tears her mouth from Baji’s neck so she can lock lips with Chifuyu, his moans swallowed up by her own mouth as she holds him close to her body. Baji’s still weakly thrusting against her leg, humping it like a desperate, rutting beast in heat; he’s not been able to blow off steam like this in months, so he’s beyond desperate to chase the high he so desperately craved. Chifuyu’s the same — neither had really so much as even jerked off in the past seven months, too busy planning their escape while adjusting to this strange new life amongst a vast tribe of people who’d murdered theirs and burnt their homes to the ground. 

A small shriek leaves Chifuyu’s lips as he’s lifted from the ground up into Y/N’s arms, and he whimpers as his aching cock drags up against her skin before stopping to rest against her stomach. “Come,” she murmurs, and Baji follows them both on shaky legs with one hand fisted around the calf area of Chifuyu’s black pants. 

They’re pulled into what they can only assume is Y/N’s actual bedroom, an area sealed off by partially translucent cloth that weaves in the breeze blowing in through the front entrance. A large mess of furs and cloth that could only be described as a nest is against the far wall of the tent, a mass of pillows and blankets topping it all off so it looked altogether like the most comfortable place to sleep that either of them had ever seen; in the back of Baji’s mind, he wonders why he’d not asked for even just a few more comforts like these instead of being stubborn and refusing pretty much everything she offered aside from necessities. Had they both been idiots for it?

She carries Chifuyu over to the nest-like bed before carefully plopping him down onto it, Baji following suit before both look up and watch her strip herself. She removed her shirt first, and their eyes lock on the way her breasts bounced and jiggled when freed from the constricting fabric of her armor. The movements of the fatty flesh were beyond mesmerizing, and the two almost forgot themselves in the wake of watching them do so — at least, until she removed her pants. 

She was unshaven but carefully trimmed, and silvery lines spanned her thighs in a beautiful pattern only she possessed; whether they were from growth spurts or not didn’t matter to either of them, they just wanted what she was tempting them with. 

She took her time crawling onto the bed and spreading her legs for them to reveal the slick slit between them, a lazy grin on her face as she watched their pupils grow so much they nearly encompassed their irises. One of her hands drifts down and begins drawing circles on her clit that are equally as lazy as the smile on her face, and she speaks in a slow, relaxed drawl. “Don’t be shy, pets, come on over — I can take you both,” she purrs lowly, her voice a deep rumble that made both men shiver when it reached their ears. Both? Of them? Together? At the same time?

“Yes,” she murrs gently, and they both stiffen with the realization that they’d been speaking their thoughts aloud. “Give me your cocks, pets, I can take you.”

For a moment they just stare at her, unsure. Neither of them was small in the slightest, and they knew it — would she really be okay?

Baji mentally shakes the thoughts he was sharing with Chifuyu out of his head. Y/N had kidnapped them, had killed and sold their people like livestock, and had made them her concubines against their will. Why should they feel bad for her? Why should they worry? Besides, surely she was wet enough; her pussy was practically dripping from her time with Afua, he could see it even in the dim candlelight. 

Yeah. It would be fine. 

“You heard her, ‘Fuyu,” he murmurs, beginning to undress himself all while never tearing his eyes from her — not even when he notices Chifuyu swing his head in his direction in blatant surprise. “Let’s do this together.”

He hears Chifuyu take a deep breath and start taking his own clothes off as well behind him as he slowly stalks forward, never taking his eyes move farther than her heaving chest or her soaking wet cunt even as he situates himself between her legs and moves aside slightly so Chifuyu can slot himself next to him. “How do we — how do we do this?” Chifuyu asks him quietly, and before Baji can answer that he didn’t know, Y/N replies for him. 

“Same time, side by side,” she murmurs, “Some like it one at a time to ease into it, but I’m in a bit of a rush.” Neither of them question her choice of words and instead just press closer to one another, the heads of their hardened cocks brushing against each other and stimulating them both with every move. 

Eager to keep control of the situation, Baji takes both of their cocks in one of his hands and presses their tips against her soaking wet entrance, swallowing hard at the feeling of a wet, velvety soft kiss enveloping his tip before biting down on his bottom lip hard as he presses them both inside her all at once. She growls at the feeling of her wet heat stretching to fit them both, but she doesn’t tell them to stop, so they don’t, and they both watch in avid fascination as the woman they knew to be beyond strong and powerful lets her head fall back and a pleasured moan fills the room. 

They sit there for a moment, soaking up the moment ( because they’re both more than sure this will be the only time it happens ), before Baji breaks it by pulling out and thrusting back inside quickly. It wins him a surprised cry from both Y/N and Chifuyu, sl he laughs a little and keeps going, grinning when  Chifuyu starts doing the same. Before long the three of them are a roiling mess of limbs, fluids, and cries of pleasure, the feelings overriding all of their senses. 

“F-Fuck yes, fuck me harder!” Y/N  moans, a slightly fuckdrunk half grin on her face as they messily thrust up into her messy cunt. 

“Yeah, you like it? You like it when we f-fuck your pussy?” Baji tries, and Y/N just laughs at him. It’s enough to surprise him into stilling long enough for her to use her strength to flip all three of them so she’s on top.

“You really think you’re in control?” she laughs, her eyes sparkling as she rides them both at the same time, “Nah…. Now kiss for me, lovers!” With  twin cries of pleasure falling from their mouths Baji and Chifuyu turn to each other where they’re laying against the furs and lock lips, Chifuyu’s hands coming up to fist themselves in Baji’s hair as the knot in his tummy grows more and more taut with each bounce of Y/N’s hips on top of his own, his whimpers getting swallowed up by his best friend as they grow higher and higher in pitch until finally he throws his head back and full on screams in ecstasy, what seems like endless ropes of cum shooting from his cock and filling her clenching cunt as he cums deep inside her. She lets out a pleased snarl and bites down hard on Baji’s neck, drawing blood and making his own moans twist into a high pitched wail as he bagan cumming himself, filling her up alongside a now limp, exhausted Chifuyu, and as his cock slowly begins softening inside her next to Chifuyu’s, she carefully pulls off of them both then crawls backwards down the nest bed until she stops between Baji’s legs. 

She kisses gently up his twitching, sensitive flesh. “Poor thing,” she rumbles against his thigh, “you’re completely fucked out, aren’t you? You’re my fuckdrunk little slut, aren’t you, Keisuke?” Baji keens for her in response as she follows up her words by taking his spent, oversensitive cock into her mouth and languidly beginning to suck on it, her eyes glittering with amusement as he whimpers and weakly struggles to get away from her touch. 

“N-No, too much — can’t-t, too much, can’t!” he whines, tears springing up in his eyes. Chifuyu’s already passed out next to him, quietly snoring as he struggles to escape her hot mouth. His oversensitive cock aches more and more with each gentle tug from the suction of her mouth, and he squirms and weakly pushes against her. He knew what she was doing, knew that she was doing this on purpose as some way to get back at him for trying to stay in control where he wasn’t supposed to be, but now he just wanted it to stop. He’d submit to her, he’d do anything, it was just too much!

With a loud, strangled cry he cums almost dry in her mouth, only two weak shots of cum going down her throat that make her laugh around him. He sobs at the feeling of the sudden vibrations, tears running down his cheeks as the pleasure shifts hard into pain. She pulls off of his over spent cock and climbs up his shaking body, boxing his in with her arms and leaning down so her lips brushed gently against the shell of his ear.  

“Never try to challenge me again,” she rumbles lowly, her words both just a statement as well as a threat before pulling back and gently kissing his cheek. “Now sleep — it’s been an eventful night for you.”

And for the first time in a long time, Baji couldn’t bring himself to argue, and all it took was around thirty seconds for darkness to overtake his vision with the last thing he saw being Y/N standing up beside the nest bed. 

The next morning, Baji blearily wipes away the annoying crust that had formed on the corners of his eyes overnight, lazily closing his eyes and pressing hard into Chifuyu where the other man was curled around him, greedily soaking in his warmth in the cool morning. The room still stank of the sex that they’d had the night before and he could feel the itchy discomfort that came with dried cum and spit covering his body; there was no doubt that Chifuyu would feel the same once he woke up. 

The sounds of the settlement outside reached his ears through the thick outsides of the massive tent they slept in, and with a resigned sigh he opens his eyes back up. There was no way he was getting back to sleep, and as Chifuyu whines and stirs against him he knows that he won’t be able to either. 

As Chifuyu slowly starts waking up, Baji takes the time to look around the room. There was no sign of Y/N being there anymore — no clothes, no weapons, no nothing; the only thing she’d left behind was her scent on the pillows.

After they both manage to draw themselves out of bed they share a hasty bath and get dressed quickly, both curious as to why Y/N didn’t stay with them until morning whether they wanted to admit it or not. 

They stagger into the communal area of the big tent and don’t see anyone, the one most noticeably absent being Y/N, and Chifuyu groans in annoyance. b

“I’m surprised the two of you are up so early,” a voice calls from across the room, and they both jump instinctively. Unfortunately their bodies don’t allow them to relax when they lock their eyes on Afua, who’s sitting in her chair with one of her new books while one of her personal servants stand dutifully behind her and twists and pulls her short hair into long braids that both of them were certain would pass her ass when she stood. The servants fingers are lightning quick and her eyes are solely focused on the black hair in front of herself, clearly devoted to her task — and she was very obviously used to it, considering how easily her fingers moved despite how complex the braids were to Baji and Chifuyu’s eyes. Every now and then ( though not frequently ) she’d pause to shake her hand before jumping eagerly back into her task, and Afua never looked up from her book as she did. 

Their attentions are regained when Afua begins speaking again. “You missed Y/N’s exit, just like Amara and Aron always do. They’re still asleep, but it seems almost shameful for them to be considering how well used the two of you were by Y/N last night.” Baji and Chifuyu’s faces burn in embarrassment, since they thought she was asleep, but Afua isn’t done. “If you’re going to wail like cum-thirsty whores, at least gag yourselves so I can sleep. Unlike Amara, I don’t enjoy lying awake listening to any of the other concubines getting fucked within an inch of their lives.”

The knowledge that Amara enjoyed listening to the other concubines having sex was not knowledge that either of them signed up for, but regardless of that and their shaky stammering Afua just turns to the next page in her book and ignores them. They slowly start to back away, ever wary of the two wickedly sharp knives that were sheathed on Afua’s soft looking thighs, when she lets out a soft noise that they’d never heard from her before before speaking again. “Oh, and I almost forgot — next time, I advise you to come up with something better if you want to fool Y/N. If you’d actually tried to sneak away like she knew you were planning, the guards would have probably just killed you. The tribe doesn’t like runaways.” They stare at her in horror for a moment, silent in their surprise ( and fear, if they were both completely honest ) that Y/N knew they were planning to escape. 

Chifuyu regains his voice first, though it’s shaky when he begins speaking. “She — She knew?!” he asks, completely shocked, and Afua just rolls her eyes. 

“Of course she knew what you were up to, you fucking idiot, she’s not stupid. Just because she wasn’t handsy with you and in your space doesn’t mean that she wasn’t keeping a close eye on you.” She rolls her eyes at the very thought, then buries herself in her book again as her servant continues working on her hair, this time completely done with the conversation. Baji and Chifuyu stagger out of the room and back to their own, both of them still in complete disbelief. She’d known. All these months spent planning and conniving the perfect method of escape, wasted because she’d known. 

“We’re never getting out of here,” Baji whispers, and Chifuyu remains silent, just thinking about his friend’s words. Baji was right — it had been the better part of an entire year since they’d seen Toman Village and her survivors. Maybe it was time that they resigned themselves to their fate and just… accepted that this was their home now. 

And if they eagerly accepted the gifts Y/N brought back from them when she returned home three weeks later  with gleeful shouting at her back ( though they hid such reactions )? That was their business, and theirs alone. 

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟏𝟕 ; 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 } 𝐛𝐲 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[sleepy-achilles]

Oh I'll put this here, but do not send death threats to anyone, especially Thorki shippers. What are you? A child. And do not send them hate, especially anonymous. If you're gonna do it grow some balls and do it public

I love that I've upset Thorki shippers with my post as they to on to prove my point with their replies.

Do you know how many people have justified shipping Thorki by saying their adopted so its fine?

Yall know that is just saying, thor and loki aren't brothers because Lokis adopted.

And no, I'm not exaggerating. You have the thorki shippers who are straight up like, yeah this is incest, don't like don't interact (yall are cool. Love you guys. You accept the truth.) And then the ones who are just like, AH YEAH WELL LOKIS ADOPTED AND NEVER FELT LIKE HE FIT IN ANYWAYS SO ITS FIND!

No. No its not. Of course he never felt like he fit in Odin treated him differently. But they were still raised as brothers 😆

All I said was no hate to Thorki, just admit you're into incest 😆

And then they go onto rip into Lokius that has literally done nothing wrong other than be loki shipped with someone who's not basically related to him.

The funny thing is. I'm not even active in the thor fandom. I watched season one of loki and loved it but never got too season 2. So the fact I'm being called a toxic Lokius shipper makes me giggle. The only marvel ships I have is Stony, Winteriron, spiderpool (Andrews or Tobeys spiderman, not Tom's) and whatever the fuck is going on in the xmen world at the moment. (Fingers crossed for some weird wolvepool shit hey?). Never really been into Loki. I can't really say Thor because I'm obviously a avenger fan and enjoy his ship with Tony. But like I've watched the thor films once and that's it really.

Also people assuming that I'm not adopted or that I don't have family members adopted is crazy. Like...you gonna tell me I can't have a opinion on toxic thorki fans using the excuse of loki being adopted to mean its cool for thor and loki to fuck in their eyes because your assuming I have no connection to the adoption world based off what?

And yeah I avoid thorki but it's not always easy when your searching for any type of thor content. That shit isn't always tagged correctly.

Also to those Thorki fans, the sweet ones, all the love to you guys. You know it's weird and a bit questionable, you also probably ship wincest, but yall are honest about it unlike some people. So shout out to yall.

Sorry thorki fans who don't want to acknowledge some of you have weird toxic attitudes, yall were gonna get called out at some point 🤷‍♂️

(And to the peep talking about me being fussy over God's.. we can go down that route. If you'd like. Because then yall would be shipping Thor with his uncle. Which opens a whole nother can of worms. I clearly state in the post if you are just into incest between fiction characters that's fine, just admit it. Aint my cup of tea but if its yours then that's your business ain't it?)

Gonna put this in big writing. I am sorry to those Thorki shippers who don't use him being adopted as a justification to it. That post was not directed at you, I hope you know that.

[inertflouride]

Turmoils Of You- Part 7

Hello again. I'm so sorry for the long ass break I had to take. But, now, I'm back and in stereo (more like in action but whatever). Hope you like it!!

tap tap tap I jerk my head behind and find a human figure watching me, their head so close to the window pane of the car that I jump back to the passenger seat in fear.

"Wh- Who are you?", I manage to form words somehow, trying to grab something as a weapon. The person backs off a bit before getting close to the pane again, only this time close enough to not scare the living shit out of me.

I look at his face, which is clearer this time, recognising the person before me. Holy smokes...

"You've got to be fucking kidding me! What the fuck are you doing here?", I groan to myself as I roll the window down, not fully though, just partially, which also equals to the amount of trust I have in this person. No wait, I have zero trust in him.

"Well I'm honoured that you still remember me", the bartender flashes a smirk at me and leans closer to the partially opened glass.

"Of course I remember you, Phil. How can I not?", I answer him, rolling my eyes as I do, "But whatever are you doing here? Weren't you in jail?"

"Won't you leave some questions for when you offer me a seat in your car, little detective?", he lets out a little laugh while frowning his brows.

Say no. Come on. You can say no. N-O, that's it. Say it.

"Ugh ok", he gives me another loop-sided grin when I open the passenger door to him, hoping internally that he doesn't stab me with some pocket knife or shit. Way to go MC.

"What are you doing here anyways?", he asks me as he seats himself, looking at the whole setup.

"No sir, we are not doing this. I will drill you with questions and you're going to truthfully answer them all. If you're game, keep sitting here else I suppose the wildlife here will enjoy your company", I declare as I keep track of Jake's pursuers on his laptop. When I don't hear any affirmations from Phil, I look back at him and find him gaping at me. "What?"

"Uh, nothing. Just damn, that was quite... pervasive. Of course, I'll answer everything you wanna ask", he responds back obediently as he turns his body to look at me. My cheeks flush a little from the view- he looks like a Pitbull with a tail between its legs, a polite little nefarious being.

"Yeah. Er, first thing's first: what are you doing here?", I ask him though it's my own mind which starts running a couple of possible replies itself.

"Well, my reply to this will be an answer to two of your questions. First, why am I here and second, wasn't I in jail? Well, as much as it will sound strange, it's true. Alan let me loose. Said that he found Michael and the kidnapper and is willing to let me loose quietly as long as I don't take it up to higher authority that he arrested me without solid proof", he leans back in the seat with his hands behind his head. I look at him briefly to see through his lies, not being completely obvious while doing so. But when I move my eyes to his bat tattoo, I see his Adam's apple gulp very hard.

"Phil", I say as I momentarily keep the laptop aside and tilt my body towards him, looking him in the eye, "whatever you said, it was full of shit. Now, spill." I purse my lips in a flat line and look at him expectantly, waiting for him to fess shit up.

"You really are a little detective, aren't you? Fine. I was lying, mainly to test your skills and lowkey hide the fact that I fled", he sighs and rubs his hand over his face.

"You what?!"

"Yes. I fucking fled. Happy?"

"Um more like 'get the fuck out of my car since I'm in the middle of something really important and do not have it in me to house a captive too over everything else' and if that defines happy for you, then sure. I'm really fucking happy", I scoff at him and start closely monitoring the tracker on the laptop. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me!", I groan when I see the advancement of his pursuers rapidly towards us.

Phil peeps in and frowns at the tracker, looking as confused as ever. "Listen, I'm sorry but please, you have to help me. You know that I'm not a criminal. I had nothing to do with any of this. I am just being dragged into this mess wherein I have no point of being associated with, let alone being in", he pleads to me and suddenly takes one of my hands in his, "Please MC, you got to help me here. If not for me, at least for Jessy's brother."

"Why do I always end up knee deep in shit?", I groan, more to my own self than anybody else. "Fine. Now let me do some real work. And no questions. Keep all the pending curiosities for later", I tell him as I free my hand from his and unlock my phone to see if Jake has responded to any of the messages I send him.

JAKE IS NOW ONLINE

Jake: I have reached the lower part of the tunnel. Jake: Wait, I found something. Jake: I found a room which has all the documents. Jake: This is huge. MC: Jake! MC: You need to get out of there ASAP! MC: Alan can't find you at any cost!

I type all this as sweat trickles down my spine. At the same time, I keep my attention steady at his pursuer's advancement too. 350 kms still left.

Jake: Don't worry. Jake: I'll get out of there. Jake: I have a kidnapper to kill. Jake: Inform me if anything else happens. MC: A kidnapper to kill? What is that supposed to mean?

JAKE IS NOW OFFLINE

"Oh dear lord", I groan from the increased tension as my hand wanders to my shoulder, giving it firm press.

"Am I of any help?", the bartender sitting beside me asks, looking instinctively at me.

"Not much, Phil but thanks", I sigh. He nods at me and goes to look back elsewhere but then, just out of the blue, he jerks his head towards me and holds my jaw, turning it to the other side

"Is this... oh", he mumbles as he studies my neck. I swat his hand away and open the overhead mirror to see what's grabbing his attention when I notice the hickey which Jake gave me a few moments ago.

"It's just the hot iron", I mumble which a flush which crept it's way to my cheeks. Damn, why is this so embarrassing

"Sure. The hot iron", I hear Phil reply back in a tone lace with sheer sarcasm. Too bad it's none of his business.

Come to think of it, the fact that I'm keeping Phil of all people here, in this car, with me, would turn shit upside down if Jake comes to know about it. I'll tell him, sure. Just not now. But what if he came to know about this before I told him?

"Jake would go berserk over this. Why did I not think of it before? Dear lord, kill me already". I facepalm myself over my rash decisioning which soon gets followed by the flinching chime of my phone.

ALAN IS NOW ONLINE

Alan: I've reached the mine. MC: Did you find the hatch? Alan: Yes. I'm about to enter via it. Alan: Wait, let me get you on the video too.

"What's happening?", Phil asks me as he starts peeping in my phone, though too close for my likeness. I put the phone in the middle so that both of us has fair view of the action and he doesn't invade my personal space.

Alan switches on his torch and moves ahead, taking small fucking baby steps like come on dude, you're the fucking Police Chief. Where the hell is your crew?

"Dude took one man army way too seriously", Phil jokes, raking his hands though his hair. Not gonna lie, his hair is kinda... hot.

"I know right?! Like bro we get it that you have some serious balls but ain't got time for that shit", I join him, my gaze again going over his bat tattoo.

A loud creaking sound stiffens us both, making us bent forward in anticipation towards the phone. To someone who's stress coping mechanism is making jokes, I follow the order saying, "Remember that spooky ass game where this old hag holds the player captive and we have to escape her house? What game was it? Ugh!"

"Granny?"

"Yes! This feels just like that I swear to god!", I find myself cringing when I hear my own words. MC, serious, now!

Alan turns his head around on hearing the sound, and then, again, looks forward. The loud bang shakes him to the core and he drops his torch in fright. When he picks it up, suddenly it shines up the person in front of us.

"Oh my god", I jump at the sight and find myself in Phil's chest, fisting his shirt and hiding myself away from the impending scenes we are about to witness.

"Holy fucking shit"

I hear Phil gasp in shock and that's all I need to hear before I'm looking back to the screen as well. Guess I'm too curious for my own good.

Ok. Here's the link to the 'Granny' game mentioned for those who don't know about it. Yet. Because now you know.

[montcumbry-gaytor]

A bullet with butterfly wings p5

A/N : eyyy Im back once again bc shout-out to lestatsypoo reading my shit it's giving me a bit more motivation to write it </3

A/N : as usual pronouns are He/Him

A/N : FEM ALIGNED DNI

Warnings : Porn, Fluff, This is literally just smut

Chapter Index

Connecting your lips back with Eric's, fingers finding their way through his dark hair, tugging a bit to encourage the kiss, feeling excitement rush down to your groin as he groaned lightly into the kiss.

Glossy eyes eyeing him as he pulled away, his face paint clearly smudged across his face, watching as he nuzzled into your neck, ghosting his lips over your skin.

"I uhm- hate to ruin the mood but.. can we go to my room?"

You whispered, your voice failing you as you panted lightly, gasping as Eric stood, grabbing the flesh right below your ass and hoisting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he effortlessly carried you.

Slyly, you slid your face into the crook of his neck as he carried himself and you up the stairs, pressing light kisses with occasional nicks over his skin, pride building as you heard him sigh at the feeling.

Eric met the top of the stairs, holding you tightly with one arm and opening your door with the other, not bothering to shut it as he carried you forward to your bed.

You felt a chill run over your stomach as he plopped you on your bed, your shirt riding up on your stomach, breath hitching as lips ghosted over your exposed skin.

Eyeing down when you felt it stop, you saw Eric eye up at you with such a look you've only seen described in books.

"Are you sure you wanna do this? I don't want to do anything you'd hate."

Eric said, laying a delicate kiss to your hip, looking up at you through his lashes.

"If it's you, I'd do anything." You hummed, running a hand into his hair, almost as if you were petting him, eyes fluttering shut as he crawled back up to peck your lips.

You felt your heart do flips as his tongue ran across your bottom lip, opening your mouth to let him in, Eric's left hand playing with the hem of your pants and tugging lightly at your coat.

You felt yourself whine as he pulled away, complying as he pulled your coat off and tossed it into the floor, pulling your shirt off afterwards.

"You won't be needing those to stay warm tonight."

Eric hummed, smiling at you with smudged lips, your face feeling ablaze.

"that was so cheesy and yet so hot."

You replied, tugging at the bottom of his shirt, you would never admit that you imagined what he looked like underneath.

Eric took the hint, reaching his hands over his head and behind his back, tugging his shirt off, tossing it over into the pile he was forming.

You looked at him, your gaze asking 'may I?' which he only nodded, watching as your hand pressed against his chiseled stomach, feeling up and gently cupping his pecs.

'hes literally got man boobs.. I'm not complaining-'

You pushed yourself up, looking into his eyes as you gently took his nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it with a soft smirk as he groaned softly.

You proceeded to bite down his stomach, watching as the marks instantly faded away, not having a chance to form, pushing down on him lightly, letting him lay back as he propped himself on his arms.

Taking your time to unbutton his pants, you tugged them down, his erection becoming very evident through his boxers, something clicked in your mind to lay a teasing kiss through the fabric, feeling his cock twitch upward.

You looked up at Eric, grinning as he held a hand over his mouth, muffling noises that peeped out of him, feeling blood rush straight down.

Hooking a finger around the hem of his boxers and pulling them down, you swallowed as you eyed his girth.

Nonetheless, you pressed delicate kissed up his base, taking the tip into your mouth, grinning as you heard him sigh at the feeling.

"Holy shit.."

Eric sighed, chest rising up and down gently as you slowly took his length into your mouth, running your tongue underneath his shaft as you took him in.

You eventually quickened your pace, feeling the veins of Eric's cock run against your tongue, his moans becoming louder, you could feel him getting closer as your jaw began to tire.

"O-oh fuck.. "

Pulling your mouth off of his dick, quickly taking your hand to it and thrusting your hand up and down kissing his hip as it bucked into your grasp, white spewing from his tip and down your hand, falling onto his stomach.

Taking your fingers to your mouth as he came down from his high, licking them clean.

"You like that?"

He chuckled a little at that, raising up and pinning you down.

"I loved it."

He replied, his non-dominant hand reaching down to pull off your pants, easily taking the hint and kicking your boots off, letting him pull off the rest of your clothes and add them to the pile.

Your own erection slipped out as he pulled your boxers off, the tip grazing your stomach lightly, whimpering as he ran a finger down your length, pressing at your hole.

A chill ran down your spine as he spit down into his hand, wincing as he pushed a finger in.

"I know it hurts but Id rather not hurt you going in with nothing."

"M-Mhm.."

You hummed back, biting your lip as you tried to keep your mind off the pain of Eric's fingers stretching you out.

Before long, a third finger slipped inside of you, your back arching as Eric's fingers curled and pressed into your prostate.

"Oh... Fuck me—"

You sighed, gasping in light breaths.

"I'm getting to that baby, be patient."

Eric said, kissing your cheek as he pulled his fingers out, raising up to spit on his cock, running his hand to spread it around.

"it might still hurt, take a deep breath okay?"

Eric hummed, hand caressing your cheek, your heart skipping multiple beats.

Feeling his tip press in felt, normal, to say the least, but the feeling of him pushing farther in hurt, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you held your breath.

Finally, Eric bottomed out, letting out the breath you were holding, leaning into Eric's kisses as he wiped away your tears.

"i-i think I'm good, it doesnt hurt as bad.."

You said, holding onto Eric's shoulders, unable to control the noises escaping your throat as he pulled all the way out until only his tip was left, mewling as he thrusted all the way back in, hitting your prostate easily.

You were boarder line screaming as he thrusted into you, face buried into your neck, your nails scraping over his back, which healed before it could even irritate his skin.

"Oh~! Fu—ck yes.." you mewled, drooling helplessly as Eric became more unhinged, his pace quickening more than you thought he could.

Your teary eyes fluttering shut as Eric kissed you, a hand wrapping around your sensitive cock, smiling as you wailed into the kiss.

"Eric—!" "I know."

He said, his thumb running over your tip, your body setting on fire as you came, sticky fluids running down your dick and onto your stomach.

"Oh.. fuck you're so tight, it's beautiful.."

Eric groaned, leaning down to leave hickeys over your chest, slamming into you one last time before pulling out, his cum spewing out onto your stomach.

Smiling as he carried himself back up to kiss you as you caught your breath.

"That.. was fucking amazing."

You sighed, flopping into the bed as soreness settled in.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna get a towel and clean you up."

Eric said, kissing your cheek.

"That's alright, they're in the uh.. closet in my bathroom, thank you."

You sighed, pushing yourself up to rest on your headboard, watching as Eric came back in, his stomach cleaned off, and tucked back into his pants, a damp towel in hand.

You stayed still, complying as he wiped you down, leaving kisses over his hickey's, as an apology for being so rough.

He dug through your dresser that was on the side of your room, grabbing a new pair of boxers as sweatpants and a shirt, being gentle as he dressed you, not needing to say a word.

Finally you were clean, warm and dressed, tugging him back into your bed, curling into him as he tugged the covers over you, holding and watching over you as you fell asleep.

You felt safe for the first time in a while.

A/N : WOOP SEX GAY SHIT ILY GN

[avidreader1234]

Little AU part 1/2 (It's the part Seek, Dupe, Figure, and Snare sell weed.)

A young man helped load a box of the green plant into the back of the green jeep as the inky being pulled on a bright yellow hood over her head.

Behind the duo loading up the plant was a taller man, with bandages thrown over his eyes, reading a braille book as he tilted his head over.

'Hal, Andi, Tom, I could hear you, ya know. You three never go without one another, and I could hear your vacuum cleaner noise, Andi.'

'Aw, man.' Said the little girl, who peeped out from the door. The floating ink goober pushed the boy wearing a green and pink T-shirt from out of the hiding spot.

'Screech! You dummy!' The boy said, fixing his ventilator, and it made the vacuum cleaning noise.

The young man sighed. 'Is it about the outside world again? It's dangerous out there, and you three,' the man pointed to the trio of kids, 'did not perfect your human disguises yet. I'd rather we be safe in this hotel than outside. Why don't you go bother Rushlet?'

'But Jason!' The inky child retorted, 'why can Ernie go outside?'

'Tom, we are squeezing time. We need to sell this weed to stoners before any invaders may get in.' The tall man replied, 'we can ask mom. She might let you three kids to human school once you look like humans.'

'Screech, come on.' Said the girl, 'we can go pester Dread.'

'Haltie, Bushy!'

'Tom, I will tear your tendrils.' Ambush glared a dagger into the smaller kid, 'Hey, Hal, do you want to watch frozen in your pocket dimention?'

The girl smiled and dragged the duo away from the greenhouse. 'Figgy, I'm getting Dupe. He's on driving duty. After that, we can go read books in your library.'

The young adult happily smiled at the girl as she melted into a puddle, and within seconds, a very dizzy David came out of the ground with her.

'Serena, you are a bitch.' Dupe said, as the girl gave him a shit eating grin.

'David, Serena, what happened?' An older person appeared from the end of the greenhouse, with a head that was glowing red like blood.

'Dad, Seekling dragged me in her pocket dimension again!' Dupe whined, as the red light tapped his shoulder.

'Dad, it's Dupe's turn to drive.' Serena said, pulling on the hood, 'and good ol' Morty ain't waiting for his weed.'

'How about I drive you kids out, and I go on a grocery run myself. Your mum ran out of pasta and milk.'

'Can I come along?'

'No, Tom!' The red light shouted, 'go prank someone with Jack and Becca, or just help your mother clean and fix up the rooms for the next potential invader.'

The Screech looked at its father and gave him the puppy eyes. But ever since fathering, what, 15 children, he's been immune to that.

'Tom, go help mom, okay, I promise I'll come back with things for everyone. Now go unleash chaos, son.'

The Screech happily left the room as the father led his eldest children to the elevator that was at door 100.

'Human disguises?'

'Check.' Serena said, holding its human skin disguise and shoving it over the Snare's head, covering his inhuman green skin. She then put on a mask that covered her one eye.

'Coins and knobs for general purposes like water and transport?'

'Yup!'

The man gave the teens a signal, and all of them pressed the big, red button at the elevator, taking them to the parking lot.

'Remember, what do we say when a cop shows up at your stall?'

'I invoke the fifth, and we are selling tea.' Said the inky black girl, who had now looked like a normal girl. 

'Okay, let's go.' Said the Dad, as his daughter hopped on the green jeep and started the vehicle. The three boys sat at the back as the car started and left the building. 

The four teens dropped their father off at a grocery shop as they made their way to the alley.

Within minutes, a young redhead appeared. '3 pounds, under Ms G. Weaselton, I'm distributing to a British school.' The buyer said, a hood covering her face, but not her fiery red hair.

'Here, and keep it a secret.'

'The people that are buying from me get discounts. How much?'

'30 of the bronze coins you carry.'

'Mind I convert it to 1 bronze coin and 1 sliver coin?'

'You have a deal.' Serena told the girl, as she took out a sliver coin and a bronze coin.

David took the coins and handed her the box, which she tied to the end of her broomstick and flew off.

It just went on and on, the girl and her 3 brothers selling the stock within an hour, making a total of 300 dollars and the coins the girl with fiery hair gave them.

'Okay, that's a wrap. 75 percent to the family fund... here's 50 dollars to distribute among the 4 of us and 25 dollars for gas.' Said Jason, smiling at his sister as she put away the 50 dollar bill and put the rest into a bag.

Then, they drove home, had a shower, and went downstairs to have dinner.

Dinner, like every other night, consists of some curry beans, some remaining human flesh from the last invader, and vegetables grown straight from Snare's garden.

That night was not as peaceful as they expected.

[abundanceofnots]

Another one if you feel like it: 70 & 74 please? 💖

locked in a room + huddling for warmth

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At first, Mickey thinks Ian is just fucking with him.

"Alright, Gallagher, fuckin' quit it. This ain't funny," he complains when Ian tries to turn the doorknob again, inwardly panicking.

"Shit," Ian mutters under his breath, working the doorknob with more force now. The door visibly shakes in its hinges, but the little, slightly visible flap disconnecting the backroom from the rest of the store doesn't budge.

An impatient grunt comes from Ian's left, and then he's being pushed aside, with Mickey immediately taking over the door-opening operation.

He gives the doorknob another go, then tries to ram it open with his shoulder. Pushes against the surface once, twice, three times, a growl escaping his lips.

Nothing.

"Yeah. Shit," Mickey says in agreement as he stands back, his voice hoarse and breathy.

They both silently regard the door and then each other.

"Guess we're stuck here together," Ian comments unnecessarily.

"Shit," Mickey repeats, his voice somehow sounding even more desperate than before.

He walks as far as the narrow aisle of stacked boxes allows, his back to Ian, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Ian watches him just stand there for a second, making an almost imperceptible pained sound.

Then, almost out of nowhere, he kicks one of the boxes.

"The hell?" Ian huffs out amusedly. "You scared of confined spaces or something, Mick?"

"Fuck off," Mickey answers quietly, the edge in his voice not as convincing as it usually is. "Ain't scared of anything."

He moves to sit down on the floor, letting out a long exhale as he does. His head drops heavily against a package of sugar, finding some semblance of comfort, his legs extending in front of him. His gaze stays fixed on Ian.

Ian, who suddenly catches himself nodding, unsure of what he's even nodding to. Ian, who sways almost unnoticeably on the balls of his feet, loose arms making this swing forth, clap, swing back, clap motion by his body.

Ian, who is locked inside the Kash and Grab's backroom with Mickey, the guy he--

"Sit your ass down, man," Mickey snaps at him, waking him up from his reverie.

"Sorry," Ian peeps, hurrying to join Mickey on the floor.

He leaves a good foot of space between them, not wanting to crowd Mickey too much right now.

It's enough that the whole room smells like the quick, on-the-clock romp they came there to have not ten minutes ago, when Mickey--ever the romantic--yawned and said, I'm bored. Wanna fuck?, and Ian replied with a casual, Yeah, okay.

He chuckles fondly at the memory.

Mickey shoots him a glare. Ian pulls his T-shirt over his mouth, hiding his grin. Mickey calls him annoying. Ian calls him more annoying, enjoying how low his voice sounds through the layer of fabric.

The room falls quiet after that. There's the whirring of refrigerators and the noises from the street outside bustling with life. And for about fifteen minutes, that's about all there is. Because both Ian and Mickey decide to keep to themselves--Mickey playing with his lighter, Ian trying to wipe a forgotten come stain with the sole of his sneaker--and to not say anything throughout.

By that point, Ian is fully aware that it was a bad idea to leave his hoodie by the register, because it's getting chillier by the minute, the warmth generated by their mutual exertion long gone, and, between the two of them, he's the only one in short sleeves.

Ian swears he tries to hide it as best as he can. Tries to calm the shivers as he rubs his palms over his arms and shoulders, failing to create any kind of sustainable heat.

Mickey still notices. Of course, he fucking does, with the way his eyes bore into Ian, scanning him over.

"Fuck's going on with you?" he asks harshly with a nudge to Ian's shoe.

"Cold," Ian admits, his lips curling into a guarded smile. "Could lend me your sweater."

"Fuck you. Then I'd be cold. What good would that do?"

Ian shrugs. He had to try.

"We could fuck again," Mickey suggests.

Ian makes a contemplative sound, then shakes his head, grimacing. "Yeah, no. Not happening anytime soon," he signals to his junk.

Mickey worries his bottom lip in his teeth, his brain whirring just as loud as the refrigerators in the next room. Ian can tell the exact moment he comes to a decision.

He's confused when Mickey stands up and closes the remaining distance between them, and even more confused when he kneels down, so close his knees are digging into Ian's thigh, and gingerly grabs his arms, starts rubbing them up and down.

If Ian wasn't already head over heels for this unpredictable, wonderful boy, he thinks he'd fall in love with him now. With his gentle blue eyes, his little insecure smile, and the way the movement of his palms somehow creates fire inside Ian's chest.

Their faces are tilted forward, almost touching. Either of them could easily take the next step and reach out for a kiss. Neither of them does.

"Tell anyone about this, and I'll break your spine," Mickey threatens bluntly, and Ian's face splits into a wide grin.

He rolls his eyes. "Wow, I feel warmer already."

Mickey's arms get tired eventually, but instead of completely pulling away from Ian, he does the exact opposite, surprising Ian when he sits down next to him and throws an arm around his shoulder.

To Ian, the unexpected side-hug feels both awkward and like the absolute best thing ever.

"I'm definitely telling Mandy, though," Ian can't resist saying. "You would not believe what me and Mick did at work today! Well, get this. He gave me the most amazing back rub!"

He's certain Mickey will let go of him then. He doesn't.

He just snorts a laugh through his nose and tells Ian to shut up, all bark and no bite. A beat later, as if remembering himself, he adds a muttered dickwad. It feels like direct sunlight on Ian's skin.

It's Linda who rescues them after almost half an hour of pointlessly shouting into the walkie-talkie, the door to the back room opening without any sort of resistance.

When Ian tries to explain how he and Mickey got stuck in there, Linda gives him a look like he shouldn't even try.

fanfiction trope mash-up

[titan-fodder]

Smothered (Yamagishi x Reader)

Pairing: Kazushi Yamagishi x Reader

Count: 4.8k

Warnings: female bodied reader, alcohol, femdom, sub!Yamagishi, explicit sexual content, yams is inexperienced, oral (male receiving) face-sitting, orgasm denial, cock rings, overstimulation, use of "mommy" "good boy" and "baby boy", upper echelon timeskip

A/N: this is a Secret Santa gift for @whats-her-quirk who probably already peeped it when I just posted it accidentally. One day I will write the fic I originally promised, but today is not that day, and until then we can saturate this platform with our underrated kings.

p.s. I can't do italics 'cause I'm on my phone and without my laptop and I just do not have it in me to read/edit this a third time. But know... I feel so lost without them.

p.p.s. I love you.

Lights are flashing, bass is pumping, yet you find yourself sitting still in a booth. It feels a little wrong in such a lively atmosphere, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't glad to be off your feet. Besides, you're surrounded by friends, and you'd prefer that to dancing any day.

Makoto is spread out like he owns the damn place while Akkun, the actual club owner, is on another plush cushion, pretty girl straddling his lap and unable to keep her hands off him. Takemichi is attempting to hold a conversation with Takuya and Kazushi while Hina whispers who knows what in his ear. And, you just watch it all, chatting half-heartedly and people-watching.

Person-watching. The solitary figure at the end of the booth, to be specific. Kazushi still has sunglasses on despite being inside, but the strobe lights are bright enough to maybe justify them. You can see the scar bisecting his left eyebrow peeking out from over one of the dark lenses, and you have to make a conscious effort not to lick your lips.

You want him. You've wanted him for a while.

According to his friends he's changed substantially over the last several years, once a dweeby, obnoxious little know-it-all. He comes off as almost the complete opposite now—rugged, dangerous, carries a gun everywhere he goes. He's a gang member for fuck's sake—one of high status. People rely on him. People respect him. People count on him to get shit done.

Only one trait remains from his former personality apparently, a rumor you've only heard from Takemichi and Hina but one you believe.

According to them, Kazushi still remains inexperienced. In the bedroom.

"I don't think he's a virgin," Hinata had told you weeks ago, tongue loose just like her muscles due to all the alcohol she had imbibed that night. "He just hasn't gotten to… explore."

"But, why?" You'd asked, going as far as to mutter, "He's hot," with a little smirk.

Ever since then you've been interested. Some might even say fixated.

Too often you think about pushing the fur-lined jacket from his shoulders, of shoving him on a bed. Toss his glasses somewhere, fist a hand in his long hair—

The fantasies haunt you these days, frustrating you to the point where you've had to get yourself off to the thought of him.

It's getting a little out of hand. You're distracted any time you're in the same room as him, and just to prove this point, you suddenly find a small hand in front of your face, snapping to get your attention.

"Hm—what?" you ask after releasing your bottom lip from between your lips. You've been worrying it while, naturally, staring at Kazushi.

Kazushi who is… staring back. He's usually not ballsy enough for that.

You blink at him a few times, feeling your face heat, then break eye contact to look at Hina.

"You okay over there?" she giggles. "Have a little too much to drink?"

You've had two cocktails. Barely even buzzed.

"Just lost in thought," you tell her over the music.

She smirks, gaze flicking to Kazushi for a moment before replying, "I bet you are."

You narrow your eyes at her, but all she does is stick her tongue out and return to Takemichi.

The lot of you stay tucked in the corner, chatting and drinking the night away until an unsavory crew walks in and Akkun sighs.

"My cue," he says just loud enough for everyone to hear before detangling himself from the girl in his lap.

All of you watch as he saunters away, eventually meeting up with a sharply dressed blond and a couple of thugs.

"Well, you guys wanna take this somewhere else?" Hinata asks, seeming a little put out from the absence of your host.

You shrug, as does everyone else, then scoot your way out of the booth. Honestly, it's what Akkun would want anyway, always concerned with keeping his friends safe from these particular dealings.

"You gonna come, babe?" Makoto asks the girl you barely know.

She seems surprised by the invitation but shakes her head with a smile. "No. I think I'm just gonna head upstairs and wait. Thanks, though."

"Suit yourself."

Making your way to the door, you elbow Makoto, snorting as you ask, "What was that about? We don't even know her name."

"Don't need to know a name to get lucky. Figure if Akkun can pull a bitch like that I can too." He straightens the collar of his jacket then winks at you. "After all, I'm hotter."

"In your damn dreams," you laugh.

Takemichi and Hinata have the largest apartment now, high in the ranks and what-not, so of course, you all find yourselves there.

As you sit on all the fancy couches arranged in a nice, wide circle, each of you drinking more and giggling, you get the feeling that someone is about to suggest something stupid like truth-or-dare—

"When's the last time you guys played Never Never Have I Ever?"

"Pft, probably when I was twelve when it was actually acceptable."

"I dunno," she muses, "Think it'd be a lot more interesting now that we all have more experience."

You don't miss the way Kazushi just barely sinks lower in his seat.

You suppose… it could be fun.

"I'm in," you give in with a wave of your hand. "Not like we have anything better to do."

"You do realize that we're the big guys in Toman, right? Part of the upper echelon?" Makoto sneers.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"We're important. We're—"

"Obviously scared," you say with a click of your tongue.

"Yeah, don't want us finding out about any of your secrets," Hina adds.

"I don't like this," he gestures nebulously toward the two of you. "This whole… girl gang bullshit."

"'Cause you know you won't win."

Takuya finally pipes up, possibly for the first time all night. "Makoto's never been able to say no to a pretty girl, much less two of them."

"Traitor," Makoto hisses.

Takuya is unfazed. "Sounds like it could be entertaining. Why not?"

"So, you're in. That makes three against two!"

"Four," Takemichi says, nuzzling into her ear. "You know I'll do anything you ask, baby."

Despite joining your cause, you can't help but dry heave. It's probably just because Hina and Takemichi have been into freaky shit lately, and he wants to show off.

"Everyone remember the rules?"

"Well enough."

And, so it begins.

Typically, there are a few warm-up confessions before the sex comes up, but none of you seem to have a problem of diving right in tonight as Hinata announces, "Never have I ever had a threesome."

Makoto and Takuya both take a drink.

"Never have I ever had a foursome," Makoto says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Is a foursome considered an orgy or group sex?" Takemichi questions as Takuya is the only one to drink. It makes sense. He's very pretty.

"No idea. Never have I ever shot someone," you add in on your turn.

All the men drink, and you aren't even a little bit surprised.

"Never have I ever fucked a complete stranger."

"Never have I ever done anything sexual in public."

"Never have I ever had a sexual injury."

Hina giggles, and you look at her. "What, is that a lie?"

"Scratch marks don't count," Takemichi elaborates. "Neither do bruises."

"Whatever you say, honey. Never have I ever killed someone."

"Jesus, Hina!"

"That escalated quickly." You glance around, taking note of Takemichi, Makoto, and Yamagishi all drinking, the last of which being… a little unexpected.

"Never have I ever fucked a minor."

Makoto drinks, and both you and Hinata let out a worried, "Ummm," in unison.

"She told me she was eighteen! I don't check fucking IDs," he defends. "And, apparently, neither do the bouncers at Akkun's 'cause that's where I fucking found her."

"Gross."

"Yeah, I'm, uh, not proud of that one," Makoto cringes while rubbing the back of his neck.

It goes on like this for a while, steadily getting dirtier and more shameful. Facials and creampies and nudes that should have been deleted. Amateur porn videos, voyeurism, and then Kazushi mumbling a somewhat tame (in comparison, at least), "Never have I ever come from a blowjob."

"What?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who the fuck you been foolin' around with?"

And, as his friends interrogate him, you throw one of your legs over the other and try to ignore the throbbing between them.

You could get him off. You know you could.

Suddenly, you're wondering what it would be like to kneel between his legs, take him into your mouth, touch all the right places to make him squirm and moan. Sometimes the most inexperienced are the most fun, and oh, you could have fun with Kazushi.

You could always… ask him… if he'd want you to. Offer to please him this way. With just the right amount of booze in your system, you might even be bold enough to do it tonight.

If he says no, he says no, and you can live with that. Never speak of it again.

But, considering the way his eyes have lingered on you for the entirety of this juvenile game, you think that maybe—just maybe—he'll take you up on the offer.

So, another hour later, once all of you are leaving the apartment and getting on separate trains, you're thankful for the fact that Kazushi has to take the same one as you. You sit in the seat next to him. He presses his thigh against yours. And, though neither of you have anything to say, you quickly realize that you both have expectations.

He's been thinking about it just like you.

How very convenient.

It means you don't have to ask him to get off at your stop, means all you have to do is look up at him with doe eyes and a little smirk before he's murmuring a frankly pathetic, "Please," outside your door, so desperate and contradictory of his appearance.

"Mm, absolutely," you grin at him, batting your eyelashes. "Was so hoping you'd ask."

His hands are on your hips as you unlock your door, and you can't even wait as you shove him against the wood to close it. You keep eye contact as you slide down his body, able to see his Adam's apple move with a thick swallow.

You aren't sure when the last time was that you wanted someone this bad, that you were so eager for someone.

But, Kazushi is just so—so—well, he's Kazushi. He's just… something. Different. Wicked smart, a tactician, a bodyguard, someone to be feared like the rest of them.

And, you're unbuckling his belt, pulling his thick cock free, and putting him in possibly the most vulnerable position a man can be in.

You have the power here. Even if his gun is still weighing down the waist of his jeans, you're the one in charge.

Kazushi has a nice cock, not that you really expected anything less. It's fat and heavy—warm, feels good in your hand and even better between your lips as you suckle at his head.

"F-fuck, just don't—don't feel bad if I can't—"

You pull back and stare (almost glare) up at him, trying to muster all the confidence you have and telling him, "Oh, I'm gonna make you come. Don't you worry about that."

He shudders, lets his head fall against the door with a thunk.

You tongue at his slit for a moment, enjoying the way he jerks, then move to take more of him, bobbing slowly and wetting his cock for an easier glide. He's a little too long for you to fit all of him, so what you can't reach, you curl your hand around, jacking him off in time with your mouth.

It isn't like you're an expert, but you've given your fair share of blow jobs over the years. You've definitely picked up some tips and tricks, paid attention to reactions and certain noises.

You're looking for those now, the long hisses, the low groans, the way Kazushi's knees shake, and the way his rough hand finds your hair.

A fair amount of pre is dripping from him and onto your tongue, a little salty, but all it does is make you want to lap at his tip.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck—"

You press your tongue to the underside of his cock, right where his head flares outward, and the fingers on your head tighten just as he thrusts his hips forward. You pull back in time to keep him from gagging you then return to your rhythm.

Kazushi keeps swearing, keeps gasping with every move you make, and you have to wonder if you're that good or if he's just sensitive. He obviously hasn't had decent head in a while now, so it could very easily be the latter.

His cock is twitching in your mouth, and as soon as you reach up and squeeze his balls, he's choking out a garbled, "Oh, god, I'm—" before strings of cum are shooting down your throat.

Your lips curve upward around him, probably looking like the cat that got the cream (almost literally), and you make sure to keep sucking as you pull off of his cock, making Kazushi whimper and rock his hips clumsily.

Out of breath, his head lolls forward so he can look at you with slow roving eyes and a lazy smile.

"Holy shit."

You use his jacket to pull yourself up to your feet, then wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Now, you've gotta think of something else to use for that stupid game."

"Yeah," he laughs, "Guess so."

You're a little surprised when he brings you in for a kiss, figure he probably isn't used to the taste of his own cum, but he doesn't seem to mind as he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

"That was… kind of awesome," he mutters between kisses.

"Just kind of?"

"Fine. It was pretty mindblowing."

You have to fight a devious smile, the kind that's made men shiver before.

"You don't know the definition of mindblowing, baby boy."

He blinks at you. Smacks his lips. Then casually tells you, "I am dangerously aroused by that."

"As you should be."

"That mean I get to return the favor?"

Nibbling on your lip, you think about it. You could definitely go for an orgasm, can feel the slick that's gathered in your panties. Plus, he's a good kisser, so that tongue paired with the bit of facial hair he has—that would probably feel divine.

However, there is something you'd like more than an orgasm right now, and it's to keep Kazushi wondering.

Wondering what else you're capable of. Wondering what else you could do to him. Wondering about all the ways you could get him off.

Yes, that's infinitely preferable, and it's not like you can't just schedule a date with your vibrator later tonight.

"Tempting but… another time," you sigh. "It's getting late anyway."

"But—"

You put a hand on his chest, splay your fingers so that you can feel his heartbeat and his pecs.

"I'll be fine, so for now just think of me when you jerk off or something."

"I'll think about you for the rest of my life. Got me smitten now. Weak at the knees—"

You shove him so that he stumbled against the door again, snickering and teasing, "Dork. That's all it takes?"

He shrugs. "I'm easy."

"Obviously."

You shoo him off with a sloppy kiss, a little afraid that if you spend more time with him, you'll start getting all loose-lipped and admitting to having a crush on him. How embarrassing.

Feelings for a dangerous fucking gang member. Ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as him letting you seduce him or whatever that was.

Questionable decisions on both your parts. And, even more to come.

xxx

Kazushi thinks he might be addicted to your pussy.

Things have progressed smoothly since that first night—oh god, that first night—but a lot of that probably has to do with keeping everything on the down low.

Kazushi tells you it's to keep you safe. You say you don't want to have to deal with Hina and Takemichi which is valid. It works out well for the both of you.

Though you haven't talked about it out loud, Kazushi has a feeling you know that he's lacking in the bedroom area. It's mostly by choice—he can come on a little strong—but it also has a bit to do with growing up as an irritating nerd who was made fun of and cast to the side and straight up tortured from time to time. That'll do a number on anyone's self-esteem.

He's healed mostly, but when it comes to women, he still has some trouble. Either talking too much out of nervousness or not enough out of self-preservation. He can't seem to find a balance.

With you, though, things are easier. Mostly because there isn't much talking, not until after anyway, when you're both blissed out and unguarded.

You're also giving him a chance to explore a little more, both himself and you. Things he likes, things he wants to learn more about, things he wants to do and let you do.

It's… surprising. Kazushi spent most of his adolescence and adult life fantasizing about all the ways he could touch a girl, but it turns out—

"Good boy," you moan in his ear, grinding against his cock from your perch on top of him. "You're being so good for me, Kazushi."

He wants to come. Wants it so bad. But, you told him not to, to hold back until you give him permission.

It's just… The way you're moving over him, the way his cock—rock fucking hard—is sliding between your wet folds over and over again in possibly the lewdest sex act he's ever partaken in.

He's been so much deeper before, fucked into you until you can't think straight anymore, but something about this seems so dirty, the shit he dreamed about as a horny teenager. The way you're drenching him in slick and moaning every time his drooling tip hits your clit. Kazushi thinks you might be able to come from this, and he probably could too, but you told him not to, god dammit.

There's also something he'd rather do to get you to climax. You haven't let him taste you yet, and he doesn't know why. What he does know is that he wants it so bad.

The last time he asked you'd told him, "I like things a certain way, baby boy." (That drives him absolutely crazy, makes him whine, lose his mind). "I don't know if you're prepared for it just yet."

"Please, please," he huffs when you curve yourself over him.

You nip at his bottom lip and hum, "What is it?"

"Let me—I wanna go down on you, you've done s-so much for me, and—"

You straighten up but keep gyrating as you hold a finger to your face as if you're in thought.

"Maybe," you smirk, grabbing his hand from your chest and squeezing. "If you ask nicely."

"I s-said please," he pants.

"Please what?"

His eyes roll to the back of his head as you grind down onto his cock, your lips parting around him and soaking him.

"Please, mommy," he groans.

That's something he hadn't known about himself until the other night, but god dammit does it make his dick twitch.

"Hmm. I don't know if I'm quite convinced."

Kazushi doesn't understand how you can act so unfazed, all but riding him and looking like you're doing some mundane activity instead.

"Mommy, please," he tries again. If you don't move from him soon, he will absolutely come. "Please, please, fuck, mommy, please."

"There we go, that's more like it."

You swing a leg over him to dismount, then, to Kazushi's surprise, tell him to get comfortable if he isn't already. He frowns but still grabs a pillow to stuff under his head, rolling his shoulders to loosen up, not that oral is particularly taxing for him, not the way giving head to a guy is, he imagines.

Kazushi is curious though because the only way he's pleasured a woman like this has been when he's between their legs, fingers digging into their thighs, so why the fuck is he still on his back?

"Has a girl ever ridden your face before, Kazu?"

His eyes widen, and he nearly comes on the spot, has to reach down and squeeze the base of his cock.

"Uh, no."

You pout. "Shame," then prance to your nightstand and pull something from it.

Kazushi's stomach flips when you show him the silicone ring and smirk. "To keep you from breaking your promise."

Fuck, you're gonna kill him. You will be the death of him. Not a shoot out. Not a drug deal gone wrong. It'll be you.

He lets out a little, "Hah," as you carefully push the lubed up cockring down his shaft, instructing him to pull his balls through the second ring, and the squeeze is maddening and beautiful, and it makes him fist himself a few times.

"You think you're ready?" you question, all sing-song and knowing.

"So ready. Wanna taste your pussy so bad, mommy."

You don't hesitate in kneeling on the bed by his head, bracing a hand on the mattress then positioning your knees close to his ears. Still, you don't lower yourself, hovering just above Kazushi so that he can admire the view, craning his neck to lick you, and the gasp you let out is so, so satisfying, he needs to hear it again.

So, Kazushi, feeling a little emboldened, reaches up to grip your thighs and pull you down to him.

"Oh—"

Before you can move, Kazushi has his fingers wrapped around you, kneading flesh as he shoves his tongue into your clenching hole as deep as he can.

You taste even better than he imagined, tangy and sweet and you, and Kazushi wants more.

"Let me know if you need air," you tell him in an airy voice.

He moves his head enough to run his chin up your slit then tells you, "I would literally rather die."

Then, he has his whole face buried in you again. He sucks and slurps, shakes his head, wriggles his tongue. You slowly relax on top of him, the weight of you bearing down until you're sitting fully.

Kazushi groans, opening his mouth wider to taste more of you, more of you, all of you, please—

"Fuck, baby, good boy, good boy," you moan, your hand fisting in Kazushi's hair as you begin to rock back and forth, and now he gets it—face riding. You taking exactly what you want from him, making his nose bump against your clit, making coarse hair rub over your sopping hole, making him melt and let you do whatever you want.

He'll gladly suffocate if it means he can keep hearing you moan his name. Death by pussy. The best way to go.

"You feel so good, baby, did you know that?"

He lets out a pathetic groan, fingers digging into your skin a little harder.

"So good for mommy. I'm so proud of you."

Kazushi can feel his cock straining upward, his balls tightening, but it won't come of anything. He's absolutely throbbing and ready to pop, feels like he's already dripping cum, but he's not because you won't let him.

He's rutting up into the air as if it'll help, and the motion of it must get your attention because you twist around to watch, laughing in a condescending way before cooing, "Are you ready to come?"

He nods straight into your cunt, and you reach behind yourself to squeeze his cock, making Kazushi's toes curl and tears prick his eyes.

"You wanna come like this, or you wanna come in my pussy?"

He's still gripping you tightly, holding you to his face as he licks into you, nails scratching down your thighs and begging silently because he doesn't care how he comes, he just wants to—needs to.

"Need you to sit tight just a little longer 'cause I'm getting close, okay?"

Well, now he wants it even more. You're close. He's getting you close. The idea of you coming all over his face—fuck, it's too much, too much. He thinks he might be crying at this point, tongue-fucking you then sucking on your clit, tongue-fucking, suck, tongue-fucking, suck.

Your legs start to shake around his head, and your hold on his hair tightens, using his fucking head for leverage as you rock your hips, sliding back and forth from his chin to his nose and making Kazushi a sticky mess as you cry out his name and climax.

It's the hottest thing he's ever experienced, so much so that his captive balls fight against the silicone around them before they begin to empty.

He thinks he might tear his throat the way he screams, his own orgasm shaking him to his core. Line after line after line of cum shoots from his oversensitive cock, and he's never felt anything like it—intense enough to make his whole body shake, and fuck, it doesn't stop, leaking cum until it nearly hurts, and he basically sobs, "Mommy."

"Baby boy coming so hard, hm?"

His heels dig into the mattress, hips still moving up and down, and Kazushi shouts when your hand wraps around his cock again.

"Fuck!"

"So messy," you giggle, and he can hear the grin in your voice.

He's a whimpering, trembling mess as you push yourself off of him and slither down to lay beside him, hand on his chest to feel his thumping heart.

When he finally musters the energy, Kazushi lifts his head to stare down at the mess on his stomach, in awe at the fact he was even able to make it considering the way his cock is basically trapped. But, feeling you come on his face, tasting it and dripping with it… it makes sense.

"Once you feel like you can walk we can take a shower," you tell him, nuzzling against his arm.

"That might take a while," he replies breathily, still twitching every now and again.

Your hand is on his wet face, tracing the scar that runs through his eyebrow as you stare at him and sigh.

"What?" he prompts.

"Nothing. I just like you is all."

A lazy smile spreads across his face, his body now tingling in more ways than one as he pulls you a little closer against him.

"I like you, too."

xxx

It happens when you're at Akkun's club again, the regular group all at the bar, chatting and laughing and flirting like you always do.

Everyone has some kind of idea about you and Kazushi, either you're fucking or dating or something, and that doesn't bother you. It means you can be a little more open with him, sit in his lap, rub a hand down his chest, etc., etc.

But, there's still some details you're both holding back. For good reason.

And, this is why your jaw drops when Kazushi asks, "Want another drink, mommy?" like it's natural. Like it's habit.

You suppose it is. It's how he addresses you in the privacy of your respective apartments, but Jesus Christ, you didn't think it would be second nature for him.

"Um…" you blink, face heating, chill running down your spine because then Kazushi realizes what he's just let slip out, and he glances around the group to find them all staring in shock.

"I'm sorry, what?" Makoto is naturally the first to speak, no surprise there.

Akkun is chuckling, arm around his flavor of the week (month?) as he adds an unhelpful and possibly stoned, "What the fuuuck," that earns him a light slap on the chest then a whisper in his ear that makes him shrug.

"Okay, let's not pretend this is some taboo shit or something," you wave them off. "Hina, I don't know why you're so amused 'cause I'm willing to bet money that Takemichi's called you mommy before."

"I—" she starts, holding a finger up before deflating, "Okay, there was that one time…"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You can all act like this is something gross, but I know better. Buncha pervs."

There's a myriad of laughs, both you and Kazushi joining in, and then you all retreat to your usual booth to keep doing exactly what you were doing at the bar.

"So, uh," Kazushi starts after lighting a cigarette then slinging an arm around you. "When do you guys wanna play Never Have I Ever again?"

It makes everyone lose it all over again.

Kazushi isn't the same almost-virgin he was just a few weeks ago, and he wants to prove it.

You can take credit for that.

[biaswreckingfics]

I wanna know how you always manage to surpass the previous chapter?! 🤔

‘The two of you in bed all day? That would undoubtedly lead to only one thing because you're sure you'll have zero self-control when it comes to the man in front of you.’

Y/n has Z.E.R.O self control and I don’t blame her at all 😂

"I don't think Haknyeon had such a good night."…Sunwoo shrugs his shoulders. "Better him than you."

Sunwoo, the most loving and caring person ever… as long as you are y/n 😂

How freaking cute is that whole morning breath scene. Why do forehead kisses have this affect?! 🫠

‘Before you're even fully standing, the bedroom door flies open, revealing a nosey Eric and scaring the shit out of you and Sunwoo…"I can't tell if I'm upset about finding you both boringly clothed or not," Eric sighs.

Seriously… I think Eric’s chosen date in the betting pool is coming up soon. He’s a lil too invested in what is or isn’t happening with y/n & Sunwoo 😂 I wanna know how Eric would have reacted if they were butt naked in the middle of things?!!

‘You glance over at Haknyeon and give him a sympathetic smile. "How'd you sleep?" "Not as good as you did," he grumpily replies. "I slept great because I didn't hear a single peep in the cabin last night," Eric smiles smugly. “Not even the tiniest scuffle of a bed frame.”

Code for the betting pool is still going, they haven’t hooked up yet lol

‘Haknyeon looks over at Eric with furrowed brows. "You know you're being really annoying, right?" Eric scoffs. "You think I didn't get shit from him when I started dating Sophia? This is sweet, sweet revenge."

Ahhhhh…. His behaviour makes a lot of sense now

‘Have I dreamt about you showering with me?" He pretends to think. "Oh, absolutely. Now, it's just up to you to make it happen."

My thoughts and prayers are with y/n during these trying times lol Sunwoo is not gonna make this easy for her in any way 😂

"There she is," Hyunjae smirks at you. "I hear that your cabin was quite boring last night."

The are the most gossipy bunch ever lol

‘…you silently watch for a moment as he makes himself a plate. You can't help but think about how cute he looks with his hair all poofy and nearly drowning in his baggy hoodie…"He's so cute, isn't he?" Kevin dreamily asks, fluttering his lashes like some 80's movie lead.’

I stand corrected the WHOLE group won’t make it easy for y/n 😂

"Yes. He is very cute." You give him a smug look in return to show him that his teasing won't get to you. When a smile grows on Kevin's face, you think he's amused by you, but you quickly learn that's not the case. "I hope you're talking about me," Sunwoo's low voice vibrates in your ear, causing you to slightly jump.’

Kevin is soo sneaky. Sunwoo being… Sunwoo lol

‘You hear a couple of "awes" come from around you as you happily eat the food Sunwoo prepared for you. You look up from your plate to see some of the group members looking fondly at Sunwoo like they're proud of him for what he did.’

Sunwoo went from ultimate f**kboy to the definition of Boyf material

‘Sophia throws a glare at Eric. "Why do you never do anything like that for me?" You nearly choke on your eggs as Eric sputters in response before he turns on Sunwoo. "Quit making me look bad!"

Eric should maybe pay more attention to his actual girlfriend and a less on y/n & Sunwoo 😂

‘A dangerous intensity is building between the two of you, and you knew the climax was coming soon. Hopefully, literally.’ 😏

‘His eyes fall to your lips, and just when you think you're going to get what you want, Sunwoo whispers, "Got them".’

‘Confused, you pull back from him. You search the amusement on his face to figure out what the hell he's talking about until he brings his hand up to your view. The two spice bottles you were reaching for sit in his relaxed grip, and a myriad of emotions hits you: irritation, disappointment, and annoyance.’

Who knew that one of Sunwoo’s many talents, was magic!!! The master of misdirection lol. It’s kinda unfair using his luscious lips as a distraction 😂

Can he not!!!!!!!!!! This should be illegal!!!!

‘Changmin to add, "Yeah, some of us would actually like to eat dinner tonight."… "Like actual dinner. Food. Not whatever the two of you -"

Why has absolutely everyone got no chill?!! Or subtlety I’m nicknaming the ‘The No Chill Gang’ lol

"I want you," he says, in a voice so low and hot that you nearly whimper. "So. Badly… I don't think I can wait another second." "Then, don't," you whisper back.’

‘You both silently make the decision that this is it. It's time for this to go all the way like you both desperately want, and there will be absolutely no holding back.’

Your cliffhangers are killer lol

I throughly enjoy this chapter, really looking forward to the next one, when you’re ready and have recovered from writing it 😂

Istg, I LIVE for your asks 😭😭❤️❤️ and then I sit here and giggle like a school girl when I read them 😂😂

I don't blame her for not having any self-control either, bc I sure as hell wouldn't. He'd ask me to do something and I'd immediately obey. It'd be embarrassing lmao. Also, your thoughts and prayers are with her 💀💀 it's so true lol. She's gonna need them!!

Thank you for pulling out the receipts!! If you're not Sunwoo or YN, he simply doesn't care 😂😂

Eric would've freaked out if he had actually walked in on anything 💀💀. I can hear him yelling something about "my eyes" right now lmao. I like the concept of his bet coming to an end or even them moving faster than he expected lol. He's so all over the place. I also, like you realizing that a lot of his motive is bc of revenge 😂😂

The whole group dynamic is so funny. They simultaneously want to tease the living crap out of the pair while also enjoying the mess they help create lol. They 100% would sit back with popcorn and watch the show unfold 😂😂

Sunwoo leaving the fuckboy life behind for our queen 👏👏👏 we love to see it 👏👏👏

Can he not?? Can YOU not?? Was the gif necessary?? 😭😭😭 his lips are a lethal weapon and that little shit knows it!! Why does he always have to tongue them?! 😫😫 he's a hoe.

Also, bonus points for using one of my favorite scenes from The Office for that moment 💀💀👏👏 it fits perfectly lol

I'm already like 70% done with next one 🥴🥴🤭🤭. I may or may not have already stated that I need Jesus for what I've wrote so far 💀💀 good luck yall ✌️✌️you're gonna need it

[diaco1968]

Thrill

Shigaraki Tomura x f!Reader

WARNINGS! +18, lemon/smut, heavy NONCON!, Forced! , implied cheating, dirty talk and degradation, unprotected, yandere-ish

The sound of the sharp knock resonating off the walls of the otherwise completely silent apartment had you almost jump out of your own skin, a cold sweat immediately beeaking out all over your back despite the heavy warm blanket you were under. You muted the video even though you assumed it was already too late for the unwelcome guest not to have heard it. Another sharp knock and you knew your assumption was right. Either way you quietly slipped out from under your blanket, feet meeting the cold floor and worsening the already cold shivers rolling down your spine, no one had business visiting you at 3 in the morning. Reaching up you looked through the peep hole. The silhouette of a familiar person with light hair was visible but mostly blocked by a smear of something dark across the glassy cover making it extremely difficult to make out the face.

This time instead of the sharp knock, fingers almost gently rapped over the wooden door as if the person knew you were standing right on the other side, the rapping playing a familiar and serie rhythm. Eerie because you only knew one more person who knew this rhythm.

Your hand rose and your fingers wrapped around the doorknob all on their own accord. The rude knocking was his way of respecting you actually, cause you knew as well as he did that this flimsy door could not stand in his way if he had decided to come in already. Chills from your cold feet on the floor made the whole experience worse than it needed to be. With a quiet shaky intake of breath and a shake of your head to regain your stoic composure you pulled the door open slowly, enough space so that your whole frame was in the doorway and not more, one hand still on the door for emotional support.

And surely you needed that.

He was way more terrifying than you remembered him from last time. His white hair glowing and almost reflecting the moonlight that seeped inside the corridor from the window at the end, the white light engulfing and giving his form a ghostly appearance, with bright crimson eyes staring at you expectantly. And that was not the only crimson in the mix. A big splash of red was covering one whole side of his face as it had either dripped down from his own head, which was likely cause strands of his hair was also still dripping with crimson, or had sprayed onto him from some other poor soul, down his neck, disappearing in the black of his shirt, making it look even darker, all the way down to his left hip. He was leaning his bloodied hand on the doorway, looming over you with his nonchalant yet completely insane face, lips slowly parting into a smirk, knowing by the pale look of your face that he absolutely had not given you a choice for this surprise meeting.

"May I use your shower."

Your jaw went slack staring at him with an open mouth as you clutched the door unable to answer what wasn't really a request.

"Of course, what a dumb question."

He pushed off the wall and gestured for you to get out of his way as he pushed the door wide open, stomping right past you. Feeling way out of your comfort zone you glanced left and right in the corridor before succumbing to your fate and closing the door behind you, staring at the muddy bloody shoe prints going to your living room. You followed them and watched him kick his shoes off in the middle of the living room on the creme carpet, lean in to look at the pictures over the chimney, scoff then make his way over to the kitchen.

"That's not the bathroom-..."

He totally ignored you as he went to the fridge grabbing a cold beer, all the while making sure he smeared everything with the blood on his hands.

His eyes glanced sideways towards you as he chugged the bear in one go, putting the bottle on the very edge of the counter.

"Ahhh."

His eyes locked onto yours, beginning to show a slight bit of annoyance. And as his mouth split open into a wide grin he tipped the bottle over the edge. It hit the floor with a noise that sounded way louder to you than it should've before it shattered on the kitchen tiles.

"Oops. My bad."

Your eyes snapped onto him from where they previously were glaring at the broken bottle on the floor, grinding your teeth together in annoyance.

"The bathroom is the other way."

"I know."

You hissed out from your clenched teeth and he waved his hand dismissively, stepping over the glass and walking towards your bedroom. Of course he was going to use the master bathroom. What else. He stopped in the doorway to the bathroom and looked at you.

"Join me."

You crossed your arms over your chest this time glaring at him directly.

"I see no need for that. You're a big boy."

He faked a pout before shrugging his shoulders and stepping into the bathroom.

"Well I thought you wanted me gone as soon as possible. Apparently not, so I'm gonna take my time then."

You shook your head and sat on the edge of the bed, every single muscle in your body rigid from stress. How long could he take anyway?

Apparently too long.

An hour of chewing your lower lip and tapping your foot nervously later, you decided to check up on him. You knocked on the door but got no reply. Three times. So you opened the door slowly and carefully to peak inside. Unlike what you had imagined the bathroom wasn't filled with steam from the shower. But sure enough he was standing under the running water. You stopped yourself before you could rake your eyes down his body you went to close the door.

"Come on now, it's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Shigaraki."

You whispered in a scolding tone but didn't close the door, instead staring at his eyes.

"Eh? What happened to Tomura? Or the one I like more, Tomuooo~"

He attempted to mimick your voice with a whiny needy tone and remembering exactly what he was talking about you flushed bright red stammering.

"Oh my gosh... fuck off..."

He laughed, the sound taking you aback not recalling ever having heard him laugh.

"Fine, but seriously. I need your help."

He turned around to show you the half ass cleaned wounds on his back.

And of course you had to inspect so you stepped inside to take a closer look at the gashes. Two long angry stripes across his middle back, not bleeding anymore but spots of dried blood still sticking around them.

"No way I'm gonna blindly scrub at those. They hurt like a motherfucker."

You heaved a sigh finding the reasoning legit. After all you were used to seeing such wounds yourself. You grabbed a towel for the lack of a better option, finding out that he was too far inside the shower for you to reach. Not wanting to hear his retort on telling him to get closer you decided to step in and that's when the cold water ran over your hands and slid all the way down your arm inside your sleeve.

"Shit! Why so cold?!"

"Why not. Not how he likes it?"

You clicked your tongue annoyed and pressed the towel to his back a little too harshly making him hiss and glare at you from the corner of his eye. If you were completely honest it was a terrifying glare but you didn't budge and instead started to scrub away at the skin lightly enjoying the silent tease-less mood. Not for long though.

"Speaking of him. Where even is he?"

'As if you don't already know.'

You bit back your retort and settled for somthing else.

"We were and are not going to be speaking of him."

As if to emphasize, you scraped the towel a little harder over his skin and watched as his shoulderblades rolled and rippled right under the skin but he ignored it.

"We're not? Having a naked man in his shower makes you feel guilty?"

Your nails dug into the towel and you paused.

"Shut it."

"No. He is away working, not even dreaming of his little fiance being unfaithful to him. Trusts you a little too much, huh?"

"I said shut it!"

You growled and slammed the towel onto his back, right into the gashes. His shoulders twitched angrily and he reached back and grabbed you right before you could storm off angrily. A loud surprised gasp left you as your back got slammed into the wall, cold water from the shower pouring over you and soaked you to the bone in a matter of seconds.

"And I said no."

You tried to wriggle out of his grasp or wiggle away from under the onslaught of cold water to no avail.

"Fuck! Let me go!"

His hands grabbed at your wet heavy hoodie ripping it enough to make space to slip it off your shoulders and expose your chest then let it hang around your waist. With your hands still inside the sleeves you felt bounded by the tight heavy cloth unable to do anything but struggle in vain.

"He has no idea his fiance, the love of his life, is secretly a villain fucker, does he?"

"I am not!"

"The love of his life? Cause we both know you ARE a villain fucker."

"Stop!"

"Stop? But you don't really want me to, do you?"

His fingers wrapped around your neck tightly, pressing you harder into the wall forcing a squeak out of you before he shut you up by pressing his lips onto yours and his tongue shoving into your mouth, making you turn your head to the side with a cough.

"You don't want me to stop cause he doesn't screw you like I do,"

His fingers tangled in your wet locks like snakes slithering through the grass, tightening on your scalp with a fist full of hair and forcing your face back towards himself and running his lips over the side of your mouth.

"He doesn't grab you and force you down in your place like the little whore you are-"

"We were on a break! It was one time!"

"It was not one time."

He pressed you into the wall harder with his body, freeing his hand and grabbing your panties. The flimsy fabric turned to muddy dust and washed away down the drain. His hand immediately replaced it and cupped your heat roughly. And for once you were glad for the running water, you could not stand his comments on the moisture gathered between your legs otherwise.

"To your credit, you did try to be a good girl. You just couldn't stay away from me. It must be thrilling, huh?"

You pursed your lips staring at the ceiling trying not to focus on his fingers running all over you, as if he couldn't decide what to touch first. They ran from your sex to your hips, back to your ass then over your breast, pausing to enjoy the erect nipple rolling it harshly between his fingers, making you bite your lower lip.

"Tell me. Which one is your derive? Is it the thrill of being used like a fucktoy by a villain and not knowing if I would dispose of you afterwards?"

He slipped his hard cock between your thighs, tugging your hair down to expose the length of your neck to him, leisurely kissing sucking and nipping on the soft skin as you shut your eyes and opened your mouth to breath cause the water was now angled right in your face.

"Or are you thrilled by cheating on the poor fucker with his enemy and not getting caught?"

You started thrashing your arms and managed to free one before he pulled you over and slammed you back into wall by your neck again making you Yelp and cling to his wrist tightly.

"Is this really how you want to go? Half decayed and well fucked in his shower? And imagine he is the one who will find your body too... tragic."

He was bluffing... he was definitely bluffing... right?

"Is it?!"

He roared in your face, his voice echoing off the walls and you found yourself trembling in his hands, shaking your head no.

"Then be a good bitch like the horny little slut you are and cooperate."

You felt as if his words smeared over you and make your skin tingle with filth. He was right, you were not used to this kind of treatment. And your quivering legs and throbbing pussy was evidence enough that you did in fact find this thrilling.

Sensing your submission he freed your other arm from the hoodie, throwing it away before leaning down to hook his arms under your legs, picking you up and positioning you over his cock, the tip proding between your folds and poking at your hole. And unceremoniously thrusted himself all the way in, by letting you drop down onto his lenght. You gasped at the sudden stretch, arms flying from the wall to wrap around his neck to hold yourself steady as he stepped away from the wall, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"Mmm your tight cunt never ceases to impress me. Does he fuck you at all?"

"... please stop..."

He chuckled and grabbed your ass with your legs draped over his arms and he started moving you over his cock, the position had you unable to do anything except cling to him tighter and clenching constantly around his dick from the hard angle, moaning into his neck. You could see the goosebumps on his skin and it oddly managed to give you a satisfying feeling.

Untill all sense was drawn out of your head as he started thrusting into you while he moved you up and down, drilling into you deeper and deeper each time. You screamed as your whole body went rigid and hard shivers ran down your spine, your toes curling as you came hard with his cock still screwing into you roughly, your scream drowning out into a quiet gaping mouth.

"Fuck... you used to be way harder to please. Missed me a lot, yeah?"

His nails dug threateningly into your hips but you refused to reply.

He pressed your back on the wall again, moving your legs all the way up over his shoulders, not bothering to pull out while changing the position.

"Still stubborn I see. No problem. I know how to deal with you."

"You're a one night stand gone wrong!"

You spat as you glared at him. Should not have said that. Should. Not. Have.

His fist found its way back into your hair and he pulled it up to expose your neck again.

"Is that right?"

He leaned all the way over you as his hips picked up a bruising pace, slapping against your ass with each thrust with a loud sound. His lips latched onto your neck and he started sucking on the skin. Shocked you went to push against his shoulder and he tightened his fist in your hair, forcing you to grab his arm instead from the pain burning on your scalp.

"What are you doing?! Stop!"

He changed the spot and started sucking another deep purple mark on the other side, before moving lower and sinking his teeth into your chest.

You yelped loudly digging your nails into his shoudlers and in return he move his mouth again biting your other breast.

"Fuck! Fuck! Stop! He will see those!"

"That's the point you dumb cunt. And that's not all either."

Feeling your distress had you clenching around his cock again he moved his hand and started rubbing your clit roughly as you squirmed and struggled.

"I'm going to cum soon with your dirty pussy milking me like that..."

Your breathing was ragged and you were moaning on each thrust and he absolutely loved the way your face scrunched up im horror from the realisation. He leaned in to whisper into your ear.

"That's right. Now tell me, are you a dirty little whore?"

"Please! Please don't!"

You were now half sobbing as you pleaded and gripped onto his shoulders.

"Answer me then. Are you a cheating filthy fucking whore?"

"I am! I'm a cheating whore! Please!"

"Oh but you're not any whore. You are mine. Your thirsty little cunt is all soaked for me alone. Right?"

"Yes! Only for you!"

"Do you think of me when he fucks you?"

You hesitated and he did not like that, delivering a harsh wet spank on your ass.

"Ah! Y-yes!"

"Yes what?"

You were now definitely crying, tears streaming down your face as guilt and pleasure mixed into your system, clinging to him desperate for some little comfort.

"Y-yes I think of you.. when he... when he fucks me..."

"So you missed me a lot, didn't you?"

"I missed you a lot..."

"Address me properly."

"I missed you a lot Tomuooo~"

And with that he rammed himself into you one more time, warmth exploding in your lower belly as to your horror he spilled his load inside you. Your whole body went limp, dread and fear gripping your chest and your throat. He turned off the tab and it was all silent except the sound of the last few droplets hitting the tiled floor before the silence was broken by his evil chuckle.

"Good, cause I'm far from done with you."

[konohagakure-jonin]

The Demon Inside

Chapter 3: Old Friends

(Originally posted on Wattpad and AO3)

WARNING: This contains manga spoilers and NSFW content. But NO smut/lemons cause we are holy children (maybe). Sorry to disappoint ya, little sinners. Some of the theories are changed in this story. So if you see something that's different from the original manga, it's intentional.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Demon Slayer. All rights go to Koyoharu Gotogue-sensei. Only the plot and Takahashi Akari are mine. And do not copy. Nobody likes your unoriginal ass. That is all.

Akari had finally managed to get away from Mitsuri. Don't get her wrong, she loved the pink head, but sometimes she could be... A little overwhelming.

Right then, the sun hashira was scouting for a blue-eyed heartthrob (well, in her case anyway) while reviving some of the memories she had had at the headquarters.

---

"Akari!" Giyuu called from below the tree. "Can you please get down from there?"

"Oh, come on. Live a little. I'm just trying to get a better view. The sight is absolutely beautiful from up here." She laughed.

"Seriously, you're so gaiety, it's gonna be the death of you. And I'm not gonna come to your funeral." He threatened before climbing his way up.

"And you're too moody." The redhead stuck her tongue out at her best friend.

"We have a duty to protect humankind. We can't be sitting here dillydallying while lives are at stake." He started his daily lecture.

"But the sun hasn't even gone down ye-"

"We need to work together. And the basis of a relationship is trust. So do you have anything you want to say to m- oh." The twenty-year-old went silent as he looked at the view before him. 

He watched in awe at the Sakuras that bordered a canal on both sides. Its water looked a little pink because of the reflection of the petals on the trees. Mountains that had a slight bluish hue to them bordered the horizon with the sun peeping out from the peaks, ready for his rest.

"I guess it is beautiful" Giyuu whispered, taking in the fresh air and sweet scent of their environment.

'You're beautiful' 

Akari thought as she admired the way his raven hair flew in the light breeze, his mesmerizing sapphire eyes, and the small smile he had on his lips. Everything about him was too much for her. He was so close, yet so far out of her reach. How could he be ever so clueless about the way she felt? A fact that was laying right in front of him. How could he not notice it? God, she was going to miss him.

"But I guess Tokyo's more beautiful huh?" He suddenly deadpanned.

The soon-to-be pillar's eyes widened. Shit. She was going to tell him. She might have been stalling, but it was only because she didn't want to upset him. Guess she didn't have to worry about breaking the news to him anymore.

"Giyuu, It's not like that. I was going to tell you, I promise. You- you were supposed to hear it from me. Please don't be mad. I'll be back as soon as possi-"

"Save it. I hope you have the time of your life." The hurt in his voice was unmistakable, but his eyes held even more betrayal.

He started to climb down, turning up towards her before he completely vanished amid the leaves and branches of the tree.

"By the way, we're done."

---

"Takahashi-sama! Welcome to the water estate. Are you here for Tomioka-sama?" A voice startled Akari from her thoughts.

She looked forward to see one of the maids smiling at her. A slightly concerned look on her face.

"Huh?" The redhead asked softly, confused for a moment before remembering the reason she was here. "Oh! Yes! yes, I'm here for him. Is he inside?"

"Ah yes, he is! come in!" The dainty girl replied, moving aside for the pillar to pass. She was intimidated by Akari, not going to lie. The young Takahashi had such a powerful and dominant aura around her. All of the hashira did. 

When Akari entered the house, She was met with silence apart from the rustling of leaves on the indoor plants by the wind. She walked through the empty hallways in an attempt to find the raven-haired male's bedroom.

 Realizing that he wasn't at home, she was about to leave the estate when she heard a faint humming. Looking up at the pinkish sky, she followed the pleasant sound to the roof of the large house. 

She climbed the walls, pulling herself up to the roof with ease. The first thing she noticed was the light breeze that hit her face. Her eyes then settled on to the back of someone. Creeping behind, hoping to scare him, she tiptoed quietly, her footsteps not heard. 

Right when she was going to say 'aaagh' Giyuu let out a sigh before telling her off.

"What are you doing here? You're trespassing." he asked. Well, more like growled.

"Well, what are you going to do about it? We both know I could take you down any day." She taunted.

And she got the exact reaction she wanted.

In a flash he was on her, pinning her down to the brick tiles. 

"You sure about that?" Giyuu smirked, his black hair falling on his face at the perfect angle. With the glow of the setting sun, he didn't look mortal. No, he looked...divine. 

With her longtime crush hovering over her, Akari gasped lightly, pink tinting her cheeks at their intimacy. Unable to speak, she just stared into his blue eyes.

"Cat got your tongue?" He bent down even more, their lips just inches apart. She could feel his hot breath on her face. It took all of her willpower to not reach up and kiss him. This wasn't like the water pillar at all. Either he changed over the year she was gone or it was his time of the month.

Giyuu's expression turned from teasing to serious as he abruptly got off of her.

"You were gone for a year. Why did you decide to suddenly show up now?" He asked, the hurt in his eyes giving away his monotone.

"I...I missed you."

"Bullshit."

Cursing Giyuu was certainly new to the redhead. But she shook it off, focusing on getting him to forgive her instead.

"It's not like I wanted to go! I had to prove to my father that I was worthy of being a hashira. I had to prove it to myself. And now that I did, I promise I won't leave ever again! Please, understand, I would never lie or keep things from you. I was- I was just afraid."

"You hurt me." He muttered.

"I know. And I know there isn't anything I can do to undo it. There aren't enough sorrys I can say. But I hope you can give me another chance. Please, don't let this destroy our friendship." She looked away, unable to maintaining eye contact. 

She was grateful he wasn't going off. Grateful that they were having an adult conversation.

"You can't just expect me to forgive you! I trusted you! And you lied to me!" He suddenly bellowed.

Welp, there goes the gratitude.

"I didn't lie to you! God, can you stop treating everything like it's the end of the world?! I am the only person who cared for you here, the only person you could call a friend! All because you're still crying about a kid that died seven years ago! People die in this line of business! So when are you going to grow up and deal with it?!"

Giyuu snapped.

"Deal with it?! What do you know about losing a loved one? You don't know what it's like to know that you're never going to see them again. You don't know, what it's like to know that you're never going to feel their warmth. To hear their voice whisper comforting words. So what gives you the right to tell me to just deal with it?"

Akari glanced at him before stuttering. Words unable to come out. How could they? He was right after all. Everything he had said was true. Akari had never really experienced loss apart from fellow demon slayers she met on her missions. All of her family were happy and healthy. 

She herself had used to doubt her position as hashira, seeing as everyone else had a hard past they had overcome. So many obstacles and losses along the way, and they had learned to cope and tame those nightmares. But not her. She had a secure childhood. Loving parents, annoying yet innocent siblings who admired her very existence, and supporting friends. She had long left these insecurities about her skill and mental strength. The thought fading along with every demon she killed. But now they came crawling back.

"I- I..." She stumbled over words. Tears prickled at the back of her eyes.

Giyuu's eyes widened at the sight of the girl he loved so much. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to keep her cool. It felt like a harsh slap to know he was the one who caused her to look like that.

"Akari, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice. Please. Hey look at me" He stepped forward, engulfing the sniffling girl in his arms, gently raising her chin so she could meet his eye level. 

"I'm sorry okay? You're right, I was making a big deal out of this." He whispered.

"No, I'm sorry. I should have thought about how you felt. I didn't ever want to leave you. And I don't want this to come between us." The few tears that had managed to escape her eyelids were dried now, Giyuu wiping the wet trails on her cheeks with his thumb. Her skin felt so fragile against his fingers. How could he, someone not even worthy of a glance from her make her cry?

"I don't want that either. I just-" He sighed, preparing himself for the confession that was going to follow. 

"Everyone I've cared for has left me. It's like a curse, and I can't seem to get rid of it. So I just stopped. I stopped caring. I stopped feeling. I stopped getting too close. But you, you broke down my walls so easily, like it was made of feathers. Broke the barrier I had put between myself and... well, everything. It scared me at first, how much I enjoyed your company, but as time went on, I realized just how much I had been missing. Just how much I need you in my life. And I was afraid, I still am, that I might lose you. Lose my only silver lining in this dark shadow of a world. I want to keep you by my side, protect you and I want you to protect me, tell me that it's okay even if it's not."

'Tell me that you love me.'

Akari didn't reply, she had stopped breathing for a moment, absolutely stunned at his revelation. She whispered his name before wrapping her arms around the raven-haired male, pressing her body against his until the man found it rather had to breathe. With her face squeezed against his chest, what she said next was muffled, but Giyuu could hear her quite clearly.

"You know I love you right?"

"I love you more."

"Not possible."

"Very possible."

A/N: Yes I'm cringy, deal with it.

And Giyuu felt at peace once more as the both of them stood on his roof, in each other's arms as the moonlight reflected off of their flushed faces. He took in her sandalwood scent as he wondered when this beautiful girl would finally be his.

A/N: God, their friendship is beautiful:') Why can't I have something like that?

Btw, I just wanted to make it clear that when Giyuu pinned down Akari, there was nothing sexual about it for him at all (though he did like the view from up there;). Dude's more innocent than Jungkook.

Who's your favorite character in kny? Mine's Zenitsu.

Don't forget to vote, comment, and add to your libraries! 

Thanks for reading!

Bye loves!

[jt-artsandfics]

Star wars Oc content

Guess who's back peeps ya Boy is back to write more fanfics after so long.

Lines are from my number fics picks.

"You better Fuck as good as you fight"

"Oh god, that's your ' I did something I shouldn't have' "

"Maybe I don't want to behave"

"Are you jealous?"

" gods I wish that were me" "getting beat to shit by a ____?!"

Marakorous darvancha Dennott

(Star wars rebels: imperial Commander)

"Oh god, that's your ' I did something I shouldn't have' "

"Are you jealous?"

Mentions of: other character relationships, walking in on people, hinted Smut, (background relationship of Thrawn/Eli Vanto)

Your eyes flick from hall to hall as you quickly walk thought the seemingly empty corridors of the Cimera. You are quick to move to the next hall hoping to make it back to your bunk without running into anyone. But the force just isn't on your side as you run face first into a solid chest.

Your eyes go wide as they flick up to set of vibrate purple eyes that look just as surprised to see you. "Commander Dennott, Sir!. Forgive me I wasn't watching where I was going" you reply quickly. "At ease Lieutenant, it's just Mar-ko we are off duty at this moment no harm done, but I do have to ask why you seem to be in such a hurry" he states looking down the hall that you had just come from.

"I..., Sir... Marakorous I think, I.." you stumble over your words trying to figure out how to tell your commanding officer, friend/ lover that you had messed up and seen something you shouldn't have.

"Oh Maker, that's your ' I did something I shouldn't have' " he states wide eyed as he looks around and quickly grabs your arm and pulls you to jog with him to the nearest door he has access too. Once the both of you stop in the empty room he turns to you tilting your chin up so that you look him in the eyes.

"Y/n, tell me what happened, this is off the records and I won't say anything" he replys lightly. You bring your hands up to your face before calming down and speaking. "I walked in the Grand Admiral and Commander Vanto... um.. getting it on" you whisper.

"I.. pardon, can you repeat that" he ask almost in shock not knowing if he heard correct. Sighing you turn to him and speak up. "i walked in on Grand Admiral Thrawn and Commander Vanto having sex in the training Deck while I was looking for Commander Vanto" you say as the blush on your cheeks increases under the embarrassment of the situation.

Marakorous laughs lightly pulling you into a gentle hug. "Don't worry I don't think either of them would have noticed you, and you sure aren't the first." He says lightly placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Still doesn't help me unsee the Admrials or Eli asses" you groan only for your commander to laugh again. "Mar-ko this isn't funny!, my eyes are scared how am I to ever face him again when I've seen him butt naked getting railed by commander Vanto" you shout and slap his arm.

"Y/n, it's fine, I've walked in on them multiple times its not gon an an the first or last time, please calm down they aren't going to so anything, so please take a deep breath" he replys as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. You melt itnot he touch arms wrapping around his shoulders as you both stand there in each others embrace.

"Do you feel better" he ask lightly hand coming up to candle your face. "Yes.. a bit, how many times have you walked in on them exactly" you ask with a raised eyebrow. "Are you jealous?" Marakorous ask jokingly. "No!, I just need to figure out how many times I'm gonna have to burn my eyes" you grumble only for Him to kiss you again.

"Stop thinking so much beloved"

Varr'Ivaz'loawe

(Star wars Old republic Outlander)

" gods I wish that were me" "getting beat to shit by a ____?!"

"You better Fuck as good as you fight"

"Commander!!, I think you better get over here! We have more of these Sky trooper fuckers!" You yell while shooting more of the troopers.

Your message goes thought as you take cover behind a fallen tree avoiding being shot at. " We are on our way Y/n stay hidden until we get there! " Ivaz voice calls from the other end of the line.

"I'm trying Ivaz, there is to many!, I'm getting my ass handed to me right now" you whisper shout as you push yourself into the rotting wood to hide for the Sky troopers.

"I'm almost there sweetcheeks, I'm almost there" he says, only for you to hear the sound of a light saber ripping through troopers. Looking over the log your hidden behind to see a red and orange light saber ripping thought troopers.

Ivaz quickly moves thought the troopers expertly taking them down. One runs at the commander only to be flipped over his shoulder and slammed into the ground. " gods I wish that were me" you whisper only for Lana to come over the coms "getting beat to shit by The commander?!"

Ivaz laughs as he hears both of you. "Want me to throw you over my shoulders Y/n I'll be more then happy to once we get off this planet" he says thought the comm.

"Ivaz You better Fuck as good as you fight" you remark as you take a shot at another trooper. "Babycake you better hope you can walk after im done with you" he shoots back at you as he slices another enemy in half before feral eyes meet you. "Gods keep the dirty talk off comms please" Koth says finally making his presence known in the chat.

"Keep alive Y/n we aren't finished here"

"Commnder please!"

[idjitlili]

Don’t stop me now

Spike btvs x reader

Summary:Imagine looking like  Freddie Mercury as a woman like in a 'I want to break free' with a hoover  dancing only for an 100+ vampire to join in, unknowingly.

A/n: what can I say , I've been busy with college , and I'm British so we know spike is gonna know Queen too.

Word count: 3891 Y/c=country(or just a state in America I don't know, the whole world isn't America lol.

It was strange to say the least; working for wolfram & hart, you had came from y/c to here, working for a law firm run by a vampire with a soul.  

Mental if you ask yourself , you had known Wesley when you was younger, actually he had brought you a ticket to Los Angeles , since your parental figure had called him , and let him know about everything really. Well just that you were now y/a , and in need of a job. That was it you were here now.

You weren't sure what your job was really , you definitely was not a social butterfly, Wesley had mentioned you had to crack codes? Now that you think about it , something to do with researching different demon rituals? That's not the correct word , anyways to do that had write summaries for Angel's upcoming meetings with these different species.

You ever had your own office, you could live in there honestly.  

There was a lot going on all the time, frankly it was kinda scary , knowing no one apart from Wesley, who clearly knotted up by the scientist, Fred. Yet you was always invited to the important meetings , you had guessed Wes had put in a word , to help you feel welcome or included. There wasn't really a purpose for you being there.

You were a little nervous that maybe one of them, probably the vampire ,Angel , not knowing that the blond British man was one too, could read your mind. What would he find the that  was terrifying (except you read dirty smut) . You were sat by Wes , at the end of the table closest to the window. Which also meant you were sat next to Angel, with the jelled blond bad boy opposite you.

"Okay, so cannibal vampire cult...what's with that, and why is that a problem?" Angel had began , with the same brooding face as , he had on 24 hours a day.  

Gunn , had cleared his throat briefly, causing everyone to turn their heads towards him. "Well, it's quite simple, they are killing all our clients."  Yeah this was waste of your life, you had already began doodling on the notepad in front of you. Unknowingly forgetting you were in an 'significant'  meeting.  

Not knowing how much time had gone by, felt like hours , freshly finished school and know you were here? Sucky. You were only jolted out of your thoughts when a foot had nudged yours, looking up slowly to the man in front of you , waiting for your reaction.

He was quite handsome you could not deny that, a small blush had raised to your cheeks , as he had caught you in a trance of boredom, you had lifted your eyebrows at him in confusion. With nothing but a smirk in response you had tried to listen again to the meeting.

"So you are saying we need bait? But who would we use? This whole place is monsters, "  Fred's face with disgust at the word 'monsters' as she delivered her thoughts, Wes thought for a moment his hand at his lip, indicting so as he looked at the pine table.  

"No,not necessarily," He had gestured to you , all eyes on you, feeling like a stripper, wow this is attention? Blush upon your face once again,"w-wha" choking on your own words ,before Angel had shook his head "Absolutely not, Wes, that's not fair."

"Yeah! I'm human too."

"And me, hey! So are you Wes."

"Uhhh, Mister Angel, " What else was you supposed to call him? Dad?  He had looked at you from the disagreement, nodding for you to go on.  

"S-say if I was, uh, what's the chances of me dying?"   The pencil in your hands being gripped tightly in your now sweaty palms, but Angel is not given chance to reply. "He wouldn't allow that, love. Would you 'mister' Angel" the blond vampire smirk was evident as he looked at the brooding brunette.

"Hold on a second, why do they want a human, if they are cannibal?" Okay that did make sense, use your ears y/n.

"They can't just drink each other , they need something other than other vampires. That's only when they actually find one of ours." Yeah, you guess that the blond man did make sort of sense, you had just "hm" in response.

You had turned to Wesley, gesturing for him to come closer, so that you could whisper into his ear, the rest watched in confusion. Hold on Angel still didn't answer your question. "Uh, um, did you volunteer me because I'm a virgin? Does that make me more attractive to the vampires?" You had really hoped that no one had super hearing, Wes pondered for a second, your hand still on his shoulder.

"I'm not quite sure, I'm probably not the best person to ask , you should bring that up with Angel." Wow thank you , so much. You moved back into sitting in your chair correctly. Twiddling your thumbs, to pretend like no one was looking at you,felt like hours that you were sat there, before your foot was nudged again, you peeped up to see the same blond man looking at you. Who else is it going to be? Johnny Depp? No.

"Come on ,love." You weren't even sure of his name, and he was calling you love. Instead of speaking you had just stared back blankly. Most awkward meeting. "Would you just ask me then? Surely it's not that bad,no one else has to hear." Only his Spike saw the look Angel was giving him, awww soft boy. He did not seem like he was evil..only if you knew him a couple of years ago.

You had stood up, in hopes spike would do the same,so you wouldn't have to kneel next to him and whisper. He stood up as you made your way to him , moving away from the table, before turning back to the others. "You lot carry on, " With that he led you away out of Angel's office to an empty one. This is so dramatic but you don't really want to be talking about your virginity to these people, well except spike.

"So,love, what's the problem?" He had towered over you, he was quite handsome yes, but you felt intimidated in honesty. "Uh,well, since I'm going to be bait...well ,um,  Are virgins more at risk at being snacked on? If that makes a difference to vampires? Oh I'm sorry, uh I-" he let out a chuckle at you, you moved your gaze to your feet. Why did you have to wear these heels, you didn't see Patrick swayze anywhere.

"Yes, they can smell it as soon as you walk into a room and it tastes different to other humans. ,love."

"W-wait how do you know?"

"I've had my fair share, now come on , love-come on I'm not going to eat you."

"Pfft- I'm not a virgin."

"Sure love,"

And with that you both headed back to the meeting , before you left to be bait Fred had informed you Spike had a soul like Angel after you had questioned him to her and Wesley.

Now you were in the middle of a park at 1 am , which happened to be not even a mile from the vampire base. It was freezing , in a poncho with a tank top, apparently to show off your neck under the street light, you were pretty sure that the vampires didn't give a shit if you were wearing Michael Myers mask.  

Ah yes, first day on the job, risks of death 99.9% , lovely.

What exactly are you supposed to do?  Pretty sure that mister mysterious and mister Stevie Nicks/vanilla ice are hiding in the bushes or something. Oh how you wish that Keanu Reeves would swoop you away from this situation.  

Stood in the open park, kicking the mud with you shoe , well until you are body slammed backwards onto the floor, by obviously an indeed ugly vampire. Where's David from lost boys you wouldn't mind if it was him , but this dude stank. He was not even a second away from biting you- wait sorry his fangs were in your neck.  It hurt like period pains in your neck, well until it was over , when he was yanked off by a blurry figure , as you felt your body being lifted, that was it.

You had woken up the next morning under a blanket on the sofa in your office, a plaster on your neck, water on the table. You were never going to do that , with the huge headache and the low sugar levels. As you looked down realising your movie white tank top was now drenched in blood. Deciding it was best to go talk to someone to go home, you left the office.

Your heels now discarded , your bare feet padding against the carpet floor , all the way to Angels office, Harmony informing you that he was in a meeting with the others. One brief knock on the pine door, was all it took for the similar brooding vampire had opened the door , gesturing you in.

Okay it was a bit naughty to not changed the blood stained tank, since there are two vampires in the room. Soon you were sat exactly where you were 24 hours ago, as were everyone else. "Uh, um ," No one was speaking , just staring at you really. "Y/n, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have forced you into doing that , I didn't mean for you to get hurt." Wesley was undoubtedly guilty, probably thinking about how made your parental figure was going to be more like.

"I just like to say, I could've gotten aids."

"Uh, that's not how that works." Fred was honestly shaken by your words, well not really she just thought well actually you don't know.

"That was just dramatic effect. I'm quite annoyed , I did not want fucking Edward sucking me like I was juice carton. Did you even kill the cult?" Your voice sounded like sandpaper, as you delivered your anger with pop culture references and dramatic gestures.

"Yeah we did, well not me but still." Lorne smiled at you with concern , he had felt sympathy for you , hoping the bite wouldn't scar.

"Well good, um, I was wondering if I could go home now? Please?" You already hate this job, Angel had nodded, queuing you to stand up , doing a small bow in respect , going home to have a bath and sleep.

Wesley had called you not long after you gotten home , to inform you that you had been given an extra few days off. Wow first day then long weekend, mental.

Once you had gotten back on Monday, your neck was not healed still, but you had to come back otherwise you was going to be homeless.

Surprisingly , the work was easy , too easy, but you weren't to complain... there was tv with a DVD player, you were absolutely chuffed. It happened that you had brought cds in your bag accidentally. After storing those cds in that bag when coming to Los Angeles.

So , you did work through your work a little too fast, nothing to do, so since the demon cleaners  suck arse , and didn't clean up the blood from last week, you had went and gotten a Hoover and cleaning supplies. Queen and david bowie, playing on the tv, you know you can use DVD players to play cds, if you didn't know.

Maybe it was a little bad you playing slightly loud music while hoovering, dancing as you went, it was a shitty Hoover so it was taking a while. Your cardigan and heels discarded, your forehead laced with sweat, what could you say who does like Queen. Thus I want to break freebegan to play.

"I want to break free I want to break free I want to break free from your lies," The fact this song was a parody of coronation street. As soon as the beat began , you had also began aggressively Hooving, the long dramatic strides, even the the lip twitches as you lip-synced.

"You're so self satisfied I don't need you I've got to break free God knows, God knows I want to break free," You had stopped to flip the fringe of your hair , before resting your hands on your hips , the self confident head shake, another hair flip out of your face.

"I've fallen in love I've fallen in love for the first time And this time I know it's for real I've fallen in love, yeah God knows, God knows I've fallen in love It's strange but it's true, yeah,"

Obviously you couldn't take your shirt off , like Freddie, but yeah your skirt rising up , blouse too buttons undone was enough. Your hands hands spread out like a star for moments, you didn't know that Spike had heard the music and began to locate the source.

"I can't get over the way you love me like you do But I have to be sure When I walk out that door. Oh, how I want to be free, baby Oh, how I want to be free Oh, how I want to break free"

Looking up to the ceiling, arms lift out to the sides , legs apart. Dramatic spin, clenching of fists to your chest. Spike walking up to the do slowly opening it , seeing you shaking your head 'I want to break free' Now some elves but you can't do that your not Legolas. Or cows you are not sure.

Now not sure how you didn't see Spike .  This was embarrassing, spike wasn't copying really, not much anyways. It wasn't long after that dont stop me now started. Wow this is embarrassing. You had just abandon the Hoover at this point.

"I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah And floating around in ecstasy"

Bringing you hands in front  of you up near your neck , wiggling your fingers, spike did the same.

" So don't " You looked forward, "stop," Looked towards the window , as did spike . "me" Back forward. "now" "don't stop me 'Cause I'm having a good time, having a good time I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity." Jumping up , scratching like a Tiger standing side on,  moving your arms around you 200 degrees , you were doing a duet , without knowing it.

" I'm a racing car, passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go, go, go" Honestly you don't know how to describe these moves in honesty go watch Paul Rudd do it.

"There's no stopping me I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah." Your arms almost touching spikes as you lift them up as you circle your arse in a small circle, before pointing up.

"Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit"  

Okay you had climb onto the desk , spot Spike oh my god , you couldn't of represented the fear , well until he had threw his jacket on the sofa ripped his shirt off, winking at you, shaking his shoulders.

"I'm traveling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man out of you "

"Don't" you had wiggled yours back, before pointing at the platinum vampire,gesturing him to come to you .

"stop me now, I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball Don't stop me now"  As he reached you , you held out your hands for him , helping him up onto the table.

"If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call" Each of you looking at each other, as you danced ,sorta looking like Rick I'm never going to give you up, a lot of twisting , and hand movements.

"Don't" "stop" " me now ('cause I'm having a good time) Don't stop me now (yes, I'm havin' a good time)" Spike had grabbed your hands twirling you, ending up with you in front of him facing away. Throwing out thumbs up to the side of you as you got closer to the desk top.

"I don't want to stop at all" Before rising your arms up , Spike pulling you up, honestly if you knew him deeply you wouldn't believe that he would do this, he's a vampire.

"Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars On a collision course I am a satellite, I'm out of control I am a sex machine, ready to reload. Like an atom bomb about to Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh explode." Throwing your head back then forwards quickly , with your leg up, clicking your finger.

"I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit" Neither of you had noticed the music had gained more attention then you may of realised , Angel ,Wesley, Gunn, Fred and Lorne were hiding behind the sofa.

"Don't stop me, don't stop me Don't stop me, hey, hey, hey"

Spike jumped off of the table turning back to you , five feet away, holding his arms out to catch you.

"Don't stop me, don't stop me Ooh ooh ooh, I like it"

With that you had jumped, (Spike watched dirty dancing? Probably Harmony's fault.) Effortlessly he had caught you you lifting you up, for a few seconds.

"Don't stop me, don't stop me Have a good time, good time"

Lowering you down slowly , your arms around his neck, panting slightly, uh he wasn't sweaty , he's dead but you were covered in sweaty.

Soon enough the song came to an end , you were still in the vampires embrace , his arms around your shoulders securing you.

It hasn't even been an minutes ,clapping begins, someone turns of the Hoover and the music. You both turn around slowly pulling out of the embrace to see , the brooding Angel laughing with everyone.

"Bloody hell, perverts much." Annoyance interweaved in Spikes voice, you could share that embarrassment.

Looking at your feet realising how inappropriate you look , your blouse now see through due to the sweat , the cotton clinging to your body, wrapping your arms around yourself, to cover."uh , Angel , I was only cleaning and that because, um I completed my work, uhh there was still blo-""it's fine, as long as you are feeling better, " you had nodded at him before going back to looking at your feet.

Moments go by with silence from you and Spike as the others are talking away , no doubt about you two. You are soon pulled out of your trance when a heavy weight is placed on your shoulders , looking up to see Spike placing his long leather jacket on you , sending you a small smirk before walking out of your office , still shirtless.

"I haven't seen him like that in a long time, he is fond of you." With that Angel left too. " Aw, I'm glad you are settling in y/n/n , I just never thought you would do so ,by dancing to Queen with a vampire." Wesley had patted your back , leaving with Fred who just smiled , followed by Gunn and Lorne.

Thus you grabbed your stuff , to go home , you had danced to the end of the day. Walking out of the office , hoping Harmony didn't see you and kill you for Spike giving you his jacket.

She had already gone thank god , no death today, the next day , you had brought Spikes jacket with you. In search of him in the morning, you had hidden it in your bag , heading to Harmony's desk.  

"Uh, have you seen Spike today?" Please don't kill me. She had looked up at you with a polite smile. "He's literally just left Angel's office, something about going to taking a car or something? Why?"

"Oh, I just need to pass a message from Wesley to him, thank you." You had lied , but you hoped that Wesley would go with it, if she asked him.  Rushing down to Angel's private car park, in hopes of catching Spike, which you did but he almost hit you with the car.

Your hands placed on the hood, breathing roughly before moving to the drivers side , as he rolled down the window, smirking yet again. The car had had black out windows so you guess that's why he was going out in the day?

"Awe, all out of breathe for me , love?" You had ignored his comment , pulling out his heavy jacket from your bag, passing it to him.  "Cheers,love." You had nodded, turning away to head back up.  That was it until about 2:45 , again all your work was done, just sitting there doing nothing, but twiddling your thumbs.

So you decided , maybe you should go get some air outside, or go home you weren't sure. Swinging the office door open to see , Spike.

"Ah, oh Hi."

"Going somewhere, love?" Well that sounded like a threat , but he was not smirking like I'm going to chop your fucking head off.

"I don't know really , I think I'm going home."

"I'll drive you."

"Really?" He didn't seem to be the type to drop you off home to to your mother , not that she was there, but still, he had nodded , and that was it you walked with him. Until  Harmony stopped you both, she had frowned slightly before smiling again.

"So you got the message from Wesley then, spike?" You looked at Spike who didn't notice you looking , just stood looking at the blonde girl in confusion,until you pretend to resist your bag accidentally knocking him with bag.

"Yeah,"  

"What was it?"

"Mind your own business, wanker." With that he had walked around her with you ,guiding you with his arm around your shoulder.

Once you were both were sat in the car , you had given Spike your address , immediately he had started driving.  "So what was that about?"

"Well, uh, Wesley informed me about everyone ,  said you had something with Harmony, and she's a vampire. So I asked where you were this morning to give back your jacket but didn't want to say that, just in case she tried to eat me." Spike had let out a laugh, "I can see your concern, love , she's a bloody nightmare." You had let out a small laugh of understanding.

"Hey, do you still eat food?."

"Yeah, not a lot , but sometimes I do, why do you ask?"

" y-you've been very nice to me , since I'd been here, and you are driving me home.. uh so I was wondering if you would like to come in and have something. I don't have blood , uh other than my own and uh I lost a lot of that last week. You don't have to , um, I jus-" "I will, love,"

"Oh brilliant, uh I make some nice cookies."

"Great, love. Can't wait."