#What does Moss have on their desk?

[moss-is-very-normal]

Acorns!! From 2 different Oaks.

[evillysilly]

5 | check out.

content warning: nsfw (lewd), blowjob, dubcon, hair pulling, sub francis, dom doorman reader

a/n: i feel like the last drabble i made was ass so why not make another one hehe. holy shit word count is around 1.3k

(⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝) , (,,¬﹏¬,,) , ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

"mmm.. is this.. really necessary?" your lovely and attractive neighbor, Francis, asks you, sitting on the desk right in front of you. your warm hands sending electric shocks through his body, exploring his body.

"juuust checkin' for something, Mister Mosses, no need to worry." you reassure him, fingers stroking his navel softly and deliberately. "mmm.. I see..." he murmurs, he couldn't help but if everyone in the apartment building got this treatment, he tried to focus on his breathing, telling himself that you're just doing your job.

he could feel his hands on the edge of the desk twitching, wanting to grab yours and pull you closer, but he keeps them still, not wanting to get ahead of himself at all... while you trace delicate circles on his sensitive skin, his breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping his lips. his eyes closed, his mind racing with such thoughts. he does not know why he's reacting this way, but he couldn't deny the burst of pleasure flooding through him.

"mmm.. a-apologies... I..-" he stammers, his voice barely audible. he feels vulnerable, exposed, but there's an undeniable thrill coursing through his veins. Francis clenches his grip on the desk, trying to calm himself down as you shush him.

"hey, it's fine. it's normal to feel like this when getting checked." you reassure him, acting like you have done this to the other residents— spoiler alert— you have not. literally not at all.

Francis swallows hard, trying to keep his composure as you continue tracing your fingers on his navel, wanting more noises to come out of him. you were making him feel things he hasn't felt in probably years. he could feel his head spinning, he quietly sighs as you continue to trace your fingers across his skin, his heart pounding. He can't help but lean into your touch, his breath hitching again.

"mm... alright..." Francis mutters quietly, his voice shaking. he doesn't know why, but he wants this to continue, even though it feels wrong. he's never felt this excited about being checked, but there's something about you that makes him want more.

you relax your eyes, loving Francis' reactions, you never thought you'd be doing this to the resident you were always drawn to because of how mysterious and how pathetic he looks, you couldn't help but be drawn to him just because of that! but here we are now!

"well, what do we have here?"

your fingers trailed down to Francis' crotch, the unknown bulge showing visibly and it was tightening the milkman's pants. Francis softly gasps at the touch, his breath hitches, his whole body tensing up. he's not sure if he should be embarrassed or if he should be enjoying this. his mind is spinning, unable to process the sensations coursing through him.

"wuh- what are you doing..?"

"look, it's growin'."

Francis blushes deeply, realizing what was happening. his heart pounds in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. he can't believe he was getting aroused just because of you touching him, but there's no denying the evidence in front of him. his eyes dart to the side, avoiding your gaze as embarrassment washes over him.

"mmm.. I- I don't.. didn't know... I'm-"

"now, don't apologize, Mosses, I'm here to check you out, remember?" your lips curve up into a smile, hands going up to Francis' waistband, slowly pulling them down along with his boxers. Francis could feel his knees going weak, his heart pounding. He can't believe this is happening but.. he doesn't want you to stop. at all.

as Francis lifts himself up slightly for you to slowly pull down his lower clothes, he bites his lip, his eyes locked on you. he can feel the heat creeping up his face, his breathing coming in short gasps. "mmm..."

his body trembles, his cock standing, begging for attention as you look at it in awe, it was twitching already, you look from the shaft to Francis, smile widening. "well, didn't expect you to be wet already."

you look behind Francis just to check if someone's there, but luckily for you, there's nobody there, before someone could catch you two, you shut the blinds by pushing one of the buttons on the desk, looking back to Francis and his dick that's been needy for attention.

you finally lean down, blowing the bright red tip a kiss as you feel Francis jolt, his heart hammering in his chest. he can't believe what's happening, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. he swallows hard, his breathing was so uneven. he feels like he's in a dream, a beautiful, erotic dream.

"mmn.. you.. you don't have to..." he whispers, he's never felt so turned on, so desired, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating. he doesn't know what to expect, but he can't help but feel a sense of excitement.

you look at him with a smile, sticking your tongue out. "but I want to." you proceed to lick the tip that's been leaking with pre-cum, hearing Francis let out a soft moan, his hips slightly jerking, wanting more. "ahh.. please.. mm.. more..." he doesn't know what's coming over him, but he can't help but plead for more. he feels like he's on a precipice, and he's not sure if he wants to jump.

you hum in response, taking Francis' hand and placing it on your hair, gesturing that if he needs to stabilize himself, he can just grip your hair.

after that, you begin to put all inches of Francis' shaft in your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat.. that would definitely leave some kind of mark there. you slightly gag on it, covering his dick with your saliva.

Francis grips your hair tightly, relishing the feeling of your mouth slobbering on his cock, your mouth enveloping his aching erection, your tongue swirling around it. he feels like he's in a fantasy, something he never thought he'd experience.

"mm.. oh..." he breathes out shakily. he feels alive, like he's experiencing something he's missed all his life. you're taking him deeper, and he can't help but let out another soft moan, his hips bucking as you take more of him.

you close your eyes and hum around his cock, sending vibrations as you start bobbing your head, hearing more of those lovely noises from the resident you're sucking off on. his body was trembling. your mouth moving up and down his member, tongue lapping the pre-cum spilling out of his slit up, your warm breath brushing against his skin. your hands grip his hips, holding him in place.

"mm.. yes.. m-more..." he whines, trying his buck his hips but couldn't due to your hands gripping his hips firmly. your mouth moves in perfect rhythm, receiving more moans from the resident, those noises got you addicted, ever since you've heard it earlier, you were having a raging hard on.

you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head, fastening your pace just a little bit, feeling Francis' grip on your hair tightening, making you moan around him. he feels like he's on the edge, and he doesn't want to come down.

"mmmngh.. o-oh God..." he breathes out, his voice scarcely heard. he can't help but let out more soft moans, his back arching slightly. this feeling is unlike anything he's ever experienced, and it was thrilling.

his orgasm is building, and he can feel it coming, his body tense, his breath coming in short gasps. he doesn't know what to expect, but he can't help but want more, more, more.

and then, it happens. a wave of pleasure washes over him, and he lets out a soft cry, his body arching slightly, his hands gripping your hair tightly. you're there, catching every drop of his release greedily as his body trembles.

as you swallow every drop of him, you pull away, licking your lips. "guess we're done here, hm? you're free to leave, Mosses."

"a-ah, yes." Francis slides himself off the desk, pulling his boxers and pants back up and hastily buckling his belt as he steps out of the security booth. "..thank you." he mutters, before leaving.

let's just say you two were definitely gonna meet up more often after this.

[pinguwrites]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔' 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆 ⸻ Chapter One

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𝒑𝙖𝒊𝙧𝒊𝙣𝒈 | francis mosses x reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 1.5k

Warnings: none

A/N: I promise it'll get more exciting later lol

The elevator dinged, and your heart raced. It was dark out, and so the lobby was dimmed — that blue hue that came right before the sun’s rising. After peeking a small look to the side, you quickly went back to the newspaper you were reading, as if you hadn’t noticed the sound at all. Though you didn’t need to hear or see to know who it was. No one else in Sama Place got up this early, except perhaps for you. It was you and Francis Mosses, every day alone at five in the morning. Perfect, wasn’t it?

“Mornin’,” he said, tipping his hat slightly. It was white, with the words “MILKMAN” etched onto the front. If anything, that added detail made him look even more handsome — uniformed, well-put-together, with just a hint of authority. Everything you liked. 

“Good morning, Francis,” you greeted, resting your elbows on the desk in front of you. Placing the newspaper aside, you focused your attention on him, but when he approached you, he took it between his fingers and flipped to the page you were at. 

“Crossword? It’s a bit early for that,” he mused, eyeing all the columns and rows you filled in. It was a hard one, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Besides, what else were you supposed to do, stare at the wall waiting to say ‘hi’ to the next person who came by?

“I like puzzles, they get me thinking . . . you know, you should do something like this, too.” Francis furrowed his eyebrows, just slightly. “Not puzzles, necessarily. But a hobby.”

It just occurred to you at this very moment that he probably did have a hobby, but as someone who was just a doorwoman, you weren't privy to that information.

“I’m sure you do,” you added with a chuckle. “It’s only that I never see you doing anything but work. You’re so tired all the time. How much effort does being a milkman really require?”

He bit his lower lip. “More than you think. I used to get up at one.”

The idea that whatever company he was working for forced him to do this made you upset. Francis deserved nothing but freedom and long vacations and waking up to brunch, not whatever coffee he drank in the morning to get himself going. 

“One?” you repeated, absolutely stunned. “Well, I’m glad you managed to change your shift. Most bosses I know aren’t flexible with that sort of stuff.”

“I was actually doing fine with my original hours. I just changed them because . . .”

“Because what?”

He thought for a moment, his cheeks dusted pink. “Wanted to enjoy the world a little. Can’t very well do that if you have to sleep at seven in the afternoon.” He paused. “I have to go, I’ll see you later tonight, ma’am.”

“Alright. Have a nice day, sir.”

You watched as he left, a longing gaze. In your mind, you imagined spending time with him, whether it be to see a movie or just walk around the city. You found that highly unlikely, though. Mostly because you could never bring yourself to ask him, and never thought he would ever ask you. 

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“Really?” you said, a little disappointed. “I’d hate to see you go.”

Dr. William Afton shrugged, a grin across his lips. “I mean, it’s quite the modern idea, don’t you think? I think there ought to be more family restaurants out there. And with my engineering background, I think I’m just the right man to create something fun for children.”

“Your idea sounds like a science fiction novel,” you admitted, “but I like it. What does Mia think?”

“Oh, I had to convince her a little, but in the end, she’ll do as I say. Besides, we’re not moving very far. Just closer to the suburbs.”

You nodded. “I’ll miss you. Make sure to stop by again when you can.”

He agreed and went on his way to finish moving the rest of his belongings to his car. It was silly to want him to stay, but that was how it felt here. Everyone knew everyone, it was like a family. You’d made more friends here than you ever did before. Change wasn’t something you enjoyed.

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The day had passed by quickly. You took your lunch break and then went straight back to work. You made a few calls to make sure things were in order. If anything was wrong with the plumbing or if the wallpaper had chipped — things like that — it was your responsibility to fix it. Taking calls for potential renters, being in general a polite and pleasant person, it all came with your job. 

It was unusual for a woman to hold this kind of position. Women barely worked at all. Most were housewives or teachers or secretaries. The fact that you even got this job at all was a miracle. And the fact that the people in this building were so pleasant was a blessing.

After your father died you thought everything was over. He left you a house, a small, one-story building with a nice lawn and a small backyard. It was closed off from the rest of the street, the way he liked it. Away from others, with his own peace. You supposed that trait passed down to you. Other than a simple conversation, you preferred to be by yourself rather than out with a large group of friends, partying at risqué clubs. Besides, even if you liked that kind of stuff, your father would never have approved. 

You were dependent on him, right till the very end. Though you graduated from college, you didn’t know how to get a loan from a bank, drive a car, or even do your taxes. The easiest thing to do was to find a husband, but it was just so difficult. When you saw that sign outside of Sama saying ‘HIRING NOW’ you knew that was where you had to go. A new start. New opportunity. For the first time, you could make your own money, support yourself, and live the life you want.

You sighed, thinking about everything as you leaned back in your chair. The weather was hot today, so you set the fan beside your desk on. It was blowing through your hair, the coolness brushing against your skin with relief. It made your skirt rumple at the ends, but whenever it did that you just straightened it out, pulling it over your knees once more. 

“Hey,” a voice said behind you. 

Startled, you sat up straight, only to realize it was just Anastacha, the girl from the second floor. She lived with her mom, who was a cook at a restaurant, but apparently trying to make it as a chef. She had pigtails in her hair like always and was wearing a simple plaid dress. 

“You scared me,” you said, tone both playful and scolding. “Don’t do that again.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, but she didn’t seem very sorry. “I need help with my homework. Mom says you had a good education, and that if I ever needed help I could just come to you.”

You smiled warmly. “Sure. Pull up that chair over there, and I’ll see what I can do.”

You looked through the folder. It was just basic algebra, nothing too difficult. You remembered doing this in middle school. For the next ten minutes, you both read through each problem and solved it together. She had a lot of questions — annoying ones — but it was fine. She was just a kid, and you were happy to help.

Just as you were explaining the last part to her, the front door opened. 

It was Francis. 

Distracted, you glanced up and down his body. Was it odd that you found him the most beautiful man ever? His long, Roman nose, and his smooth, pale skin. The way the veins in his hands flexed every time he moved them, the light blue dress shirt that hugged his slim, muscled arms, and that dark, tousled hair, widow’s peak dipped in the middle of his forehead.

He passed by you with a short nod. It almost hurt that he didn’t bother to stay longer, but you could see the bags under his eyes and his sluggish movements. He was tired. And to be fair, so were you.

When the elevator door closed, Anastacha exclaimed, “Oh, he likes you!”

“Shh!” You didn’t need people hearing that. “He does not. Do you want to finish this or not?”

“He does,” she insisted with a giggle. “You saw the way he looked at you?”

“You can’t determine things based on a single look.”

“Yes, I can. Mr. Mosses is nice, but he kind of just ignores everyone. He doesn’t do that with you.”

The thought that Francis may like you was an intoxicating one. He was just a man, one that you never exchanged many words with, yet he managed to make you feel all sorts of ways. Was it possible that Anastacha was right? That he really did like you?

“I bet you like him, too.”

You glared at her. You did not need Anastacha spreading rumors about how you were in love with the milkman, however true that may be.

“No, I don’t. Focus.” You pointed the pencil back at her homework. “Now, in order to find x, you have to subtract . . . . . .”

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[buckyalpine]

Practice

18+ 

Dark-ish Mob bucky barnes x virgin maid reader 

Warnings: Dub con, manipulation but make it sexy, possessiveness, jealously, SMUT, innocence kink, virginity taking, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, Dom Bucky and the tiniest appearance of sub Bucky. a smidgen of fluff? 

What have I done. Reader is very innocent, Bucky is a menace. A MENACE. (he really does like you though) This is so filthy, I’m sorry. So much pent up nastiness. Just filth right through. A lil fucked up. Just a lil. or a lot depending on your limits, the ending is meant to be happy okay? 

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Bucky’s eyes were locked on you, watching you quietly dust a few shelves, the hem of your skirt riding up as you reached for a vase that rested on top of it. He had to adjust himself as you bent over to put away some books on the bottom of the shelf. Your sweet innocent cotton panties were on full display; the tiny maid dress did nothing to cover any of your modesty. 

Fuck, he loved that uniform. 

He cocked his head, as you nervously lingered around his office for a second longer instead of leaving immediately as you usually did. You carefully approached his desk, clinging onto your duster for dear life while Bucky sat back in his chair, simply nodding for you speak. 

“I-May I have the night off, sir?” You kept your eyes trained on your feet, not daring look up at him while he smirked to himself, enjoying how you bit your lip, fingers gripping the duster, anxiously waiting for his answer. 

Always so polite. 

“Hm, what for?” 

What did his pretty maid have to do, that was so important. 

“I-I have a date” You squeaked out, swallowing thickly as your mob moss wordlessly stared at you. 

Oh. 

“I see” His jaw clenched slightly, “with who” You blinked, picking up on the coldness of Bucky’s voice, shifting on your feet, now wishing you hadn’t said anything. 

“Um-John, sir” 

“Walker?” You nodded, while Bucky continued to glare at you, softening his gaze again. “Innocent thing like you...” He cocked an eyebrow, eyes raking up and down your body, “You think you’ll please him?” 

“P-please him?” You whispered, while Bucky smirked, making you more flustered. "I don’t understand, Mr. Barnes”

“I’m sure he’ll be expecting a lot kotenok, especially at the end of your night” 

“What will he expect?” Your voice was hardly a whisper, swallowing thickly at the way your stomach clenched over the pet name he had for you. You were genuinely confused over what he was referring to. 

“I’m sure he’ll want those pretty lips all over him princess” 

“Like kissing?” You asked innocently while Bucky let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head. 

“No doll, he’ll want more than that” 

“I’ve never done anything before” You look at him with doe eyes, meeting Bucky’s lust hungry ones, his length straining against the fabric of his pants. 

“Anything?” his cock grew harder, unable to contain the way he was throbbing, “You’re a virgin?” His cock started to leak the second you nodded. 

His innocent little doll, as sweet as she looked. 

No one had ever touched you before. 

No one else ever would. 

Your heart started to beat faster, feeling stickiness dampen your panties. Why did that always happen when you were near him. You glanced at the clock, realizing it’d be time for you to get ready soon. 

“May I go sir?” 

“You should practice then, hm?” He ignored your question, eyes boring into you, watching the way you squeezed your thighs together. “You wouldn't want to disappoint him”

You shook your head, you would never want to disappoint your date, you were surprised he even took an interest in you. Still, you weren’t sure...Bucky noted your hesitation, beckoning you to come closer, his legs spread while you stood in front of his chair.

“I-but John...” you couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy, wondering if it would be right to do anything with Bucky when someone else had asked you out.

“It’s okay princess, I can help you” His voice was soft, pulling your hand to stand between his legs “You’re not doing anything wrong, I just want you to feel comfortable when you go out with him” 

You nodded, feeling a little better while Bucky adjusted himself, his hand brushing over his boner. 

“You can practice on me, okay?” You felt the ache between your legs grow stronger, seeing his erection on full display, his cock nearly bursting out of his pants. “I’ll tell you what to do honey, don’t worry” 

Bucky undid the button of his pants, unzipping them, and tugging them down slightly, pulling his cock out of his briefs, stroking himself.

“Come here baby, get on your knees for me” 

You hesitantly kneeled in front of him, his thick dripping cock, inches away from your face, pearls of precum endlessly beading from the head of his swollen length. 

“You’ve never touched a cock, have you” He smirked when you shook your head, taking your hand in his and wrapping it around him. “I’ll show you how to stroke it” His fist wrapped around yours, his calloused rough hands were a stark difference compared to your smaller soft ones. “You feel how hard I am for you sweets? m’sure his cock will be nice and hard for you too” There was a slight taunt in his voice, never, he’d never let these perfect hands touch another man. 

He groaned at the feeling of how your skin felt, jerking his cock, guiding you to go up and down his length, from the base to the top, avoiding the tip on purpose. 

“It’s so sensitive here baby” He guided your hand to wrap around the tip of his cock, taking your thumb and brushing it over his slit. He hissed, feeling your soft fingers, moving moving you to massage the tip of his cock “Wrap your hand around and twist it when you touch me there, it feels so good” He let go of your hand, watching you do exactly what he showed you. 

“Good girl, doing such a good job princess” You preened at his praise, focused on quick long strokes from the base, squeezing gently around the head. “You learn fast, huh baby?” 

“Thank you sir” You whispered, your breath hitching when he ran his fingers through your hair. 

“You want to practice how to suck a cock kotenok?” You blinked, leaning closer between his legs while he tugged his pants down further to spread his thighs apart more. Your stomach flipped at his soft scent, his length slick with his arousal. He held his cock to your lips, gently bringing you closer. “Don’t be scared doll, it’s just me. You’re practicing remember?” 

You nodded, remembering Bucky wasn’t going to judge you though you couldn't help but feel nervous. 

“Taste me first sweet heart” Bucky bit his lip, hearing the softest moan slip past your lips when you swiped your tongue across the tip, licking off his precum. “See how wet you make my cock doll, that’s what happens when you’re doing such a good job, its gets so leaky” 

“Give me your hand sweets” He tugged your hand to push them between his legs, his heavy sack sitting in your palm “You feel how heavy they are baby, so full of cum. Rub them doll, just like that baby, play with them in those pretty hands” You were careful, your hands softly touching him, not wanting to hurt him accidently. Bucky nearly came on the spot, the vein on the side of his cock pulsing. 

“Ready princess?” He brought his length to your mouth, loving the way you hesitantly parted your lips slightly, letting him push just the tip. “Use that soft tongue baby, suckle on it, like you’re drinking from me, nurse on my cock baby, such a good girl, perfect warm wet mouth”

Bucky couldn’t help but lean back in his chair, admiring the way your mouth felt, your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking softly while your tongue swiped around the head.  

“Swirl your tongue around, that’s it, give me your other hand” He helped you jerk his cock while you continued to suck him, your other hand still toying with his balls, loving how warm and soft his skin felt. 

“Tug them baby, harder, tug my balls” Bucky groaned, feeling you squeeze them, “Wrap your hand tighter around my dick, c’mon princess, jerk me nice and hard while you suck” 

“Am I doing okay?” Your lips were swollen, glistening with his arousal, pulling off his cock with a pop, hoping you were making him feel good and not wasting his time. 

“You’re doing perfect princess, you ready to try something else now?” 

“Yes, sir” 

“Take a nice deep breath through your nose, you’re gonna take my whole cock in your mouth” You did as you were told as he guided your head to take his full length, making you gag as soon as his tip nudged down your throat. “There we go, here, hold onto me baby, that’ll make it easier” 

Your hands moved to grasp his thighs, your nails digging into his skin, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes. He groaned at the sting of your nails, the prickles of pain getting him off more. He pushed his cock in deeper, moaning when your nails dug into his skin, nearly breaking it.  

“Look at what a good job you’re going baby, got my cock so hard for you-fuck-” His teeth were gritted, rocking his hips off the chair, fucking your face. He grasped the back of your head, moving it up and down, his balls tightening, cum ready to blow from his cock.  “That’s it, that’s it, doing so good kotenok, don’t stop” 

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, there we go pretty girl” He couldn't hold off any longer, all his muscles tensed, his orgasm aching at the base of his cock. 

“FUCK” His movements stilled, spilling into your mouth with his warm cum, your tongue and throat coated with his seed. You didn’t think twice, swallowing every drop, pulling off his cock, letting his soaked softening length slap against his skin. He hissed, tucking his cock back in, buttoning his pants while you licked his salty heady taste off your lips. 

“Did you swallow princess” His thumb brushed your cheek, wondering why you didn’t hurry off to spit, the content dazed look on your face making his already sensitive dick twitch again. You nodded shyly, while Bucky groaned, grabbing you and smashing his lips onto yours, tasting himself on you. You whimpered against his lips, nervous with how your arousal had dripped onto your thighs, nothing made the ache go away. 

“What is it printsessa?” He smirked, his nose trailing up the column of your neck. You let out a shuddered breath, feeling his lips brush your skin. 

“I-I feel-” Your words were breathless, too shy to tell him your panties were soaked, the throbbing and aching between your legs was getting worse.

“Do you need something doll?” He cooed, pulling you up to your feet, and grasping your hips to straddle his thigh. You whimpered, feeling his thigh flex under you, the material of your panties rubbing your clit. You could feel your pussy throb, it was too much and not enough at the same time, you knew you needed something, more. 

“I need...” Your voice trailed off, your body stiff, holding yourself back form rubbing yourself on him to relieve the throbbing. 

“What do you need baby, did sucking my cock get your pussy all tingly and needy” His eyes were blown with lust, cupping your cheek, his thumb tugging down your lower lip. “It’s normal princess, you want me to make that feeling go away?” He whispered, smirking against your skin when you whined, your fingers digging into his shirt. 

“You don’t want to go on your date like this, huh doll, you want me to help you?” You nodded, burying your face in his neck, moaning when he firmly held your hips, guiding you to grind and rub yourself on his thigh. “That’s it, we’ll make that achy feeling go away baby” He moved you to press on him harder, ignoring the way his cock was hard again, feeling your slick dampen his pants. 

“How does that feel doll” 

“Feels-it feels good” You whimpered, panting against his skin, your body felt like it was on fire, you had never felt this much pleasure in your life and he wasn’t even touching you. You could feel yourself climb higher and higher, all the pent up pleasure looking for a way to release

“I-I’m-I-Sir, it feels good, it-I need more-” You cried out, while Bucky growled, rocking you back and forth faster; he could feel your body tense, the scent of your sweet arousal growing stronger. 

“You gonna cum baby? Is that little clit throbbing, you’re soaking me princess, let go, cum for me, be a good girl and cum” His words threw you off the edge, your nails digging into his shoulders, grinding on him, squeezing your thighs around his, moaning into his neck. Pleasure and warmth washed over you in waves, your body convulsing while Bucky held you close. 

“Feel better sweets?” He rubbed your back while you clung onto him, feeling limp, your mind was hazy, not wanting to leave his arms-

Wait-

No.

John. 

Your date. 

“Better” Your voice was small, standing on shaky legs as he helped you off his lap. You gasped when he held you in place, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. 

“Let’s see how you taste baby, let me show you how he should clean you up after”  He tugged your panties off, running a finger through your folds, gathering your slick and licking it clean, his eyes rolling back at the taste of your arousal.  As much as he wanted to bury his face in your needy cunt, that would have to wait until he had you spread on his bed. “Don’t let him waste a drop baby, it’s not nice to leave such a pretty doll soaked and messy after making her cum” He dipped his fingers back, gathering whatever you had to offer, greedily tasting you as if you were the sweetest taste in the world. 

“You taste perfect babydoll, go get ready so you’re not late” You were so flustered you didn’t notice him tuck your panties away in his pocket. “You remember everything I showed you, hm? How to use that pretty tongue, how to get a cock, nice hard and wet” He cooed, still not letting you go. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, some part of your body screaming to stay and practice more, you wanted to be a good girl and learn everything-

no. 

“We can practice more later baby, don’t worry” Bucky let go of your hand while you quickly ran off to your room to get ready “Enjoy yourself doll” Bucky smirked, digging into his pocket, puling his phone out. 

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“What happened sweets” Bucky hid the smile on his face with concern seeing you in your perfect dress, still in your room, far past your date time. 

“He cancelled” You sat quietly at the edge of your bed, looking at your phone, the last message from him stating he wasn’t interesting in seeing you. It stung. He was the one that chased after you and you had bothered to spend time getting ready for him just to drop everything at the last minute. 

“I’m sorry princess, get some rest, you can have the morning off” He softly closed your door, smiling to himself,  sending Steve a quick thank you before going to his room. 

No one else would ever have you. 

Every since you had practiced with Bucky once, he had insisted you keep practicing so you wouldn't forget anything, always reminding you all this was just between you two and giving you new ways to toy with his cock using your mouth. Of course you didn’t mind, desperate to learn from him, let him teach you. You had gone back to him nearly every single night, craving his bittersweet taste on your tongue and humping and rubbing yourself to satisfaction right after. 

“I think we should try something else today” You gasped, as Bucky lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist; you’d just came all over his thigh, it was part of your nightly routine at this point. “Let me show you more princess” He stood up from his office chair with you wrapped around him, taking you to his room. He set you down on his bed, the large mattress firm with warm soft sheets. 

“Has anyone seen you naked before?” He knew the answer. And yet he loved being reminded that only his eyes got to see your nude body, “Don’t be shy baby, I won’t tell anyone I saw you like this. Take your clothes off” He whispered, nearly drooling as you took your uniform off with shaky hands, letting the dress pool around your ankles. “Here, let me help you” 

Your heart raced as he laid you down on his pillows, his hand snaking behind you back to unclasp your bra, throwing it somewhere across his room. He tugged your panties down, a string of your arousal still clinging to them. He willed himself not to bury his face into your soaked panties, and rub them all over his cock when he already had you spread out for him. 

“You have such a pretty pussy baby” He murmured, his eyes locked on your soaked swollen clit, already sensitive from your orgasm minutes ago. “So gorgeous” 

“It-it is?” You whispered, your face heating up, squeaking when he nipped your inner thigh, soothing the area again with his tongue. 

“It’s perfect princess” You could feel his warm breath against your folds, your thighs trembling to squeeze shut feeling exposed but he held your legs apart. He could see your needy entrance clenching, your clit throbbing but you were to shy to say anything, not even sure what to ask for. “You’re dripping, tell me what you want” 

You shook your head, biting your lip while he continued to tease your inner thighs, hoping he’d know what to do. 

“You want me to touch you here?” He kissed your folds, making you whimper but it wasn’t enough. “Maybe here?” He moved up further, dragging his tongue through your slick making you moan loudly, god he was so close, just a little- 

“Is it this baby” He flicked his tongue on your clit making you cry out, gripping onto his sheets. “Your sensitive little bud needs attention?” You nodded, your jaw slack when he started to lick and suck, gazing up at you from between your legs. 

“It’s-it’s so sensitive I-” You withered on the bed, it felt good, almost too good, his tongue and lips working magic, toying with your cunt. 

“I know baby, gotta get you used to the feeling, huh? I’ll take care of you sweets, make it easier for you, you’ll let me kiss this pretty clit everyday? Make it all better?” He let out a dark chuckle when you nodded, latching back onto your clit. He ate you out until you came all over his face, wasting no time to strip all his clothes off right after. 

“Gonna stretch you baby, you’ve never had a cock inside you before, let me show you how it feels?”

“Will it hurt sir?” You whispered, nervous while he stroked himself above you, you’d taken him in your mouth just fine but getting him inside you....

“Call me daddy” 

“Will-will it hurt daddy?”

“Daddy’s gonna go slow, okay?”

You nodded, spreading your legs open further for him, gasping when you felt his cockhead rub through your folds. 

“You like when I rub my cock on you?” 

“Feels good daddy” Your shaky hands came to grip onto his arms, nervous when he started to press the tip against your entrance.

“Breathe, breathe for daddy, gonna make you feel good sweet girl” He whispered, as he started to push his cock inside you, cooing and kissing you softly while you cried out, digging your nails into his skin from the stretch and sting. 

“Daddy, its too much!” 

“Shhhh, it’s because its your first time, open up for me kotenok” 

You whimpered under him, wrapping your legs and arms around his body, trying to find a way to ground yourself.  

“Gonna go slow baby, I know, your pussy is so tight, you need a fat cock to stretch you baby, trust me okay?”  As soon as he was fully sheathed inside you, he was more feral then ever. He kissed your temple as he started to rock his hips, struggling to keep his pace slow and gentle. 

No one else could have you. 

He was going to make you his one way or another. 

His cock nearly burst each time you cried out for him, the more you moaned the more he wanted you to be his. He didn’t want you to ever think about going out on a date with another man, not when you already had him. 

“You look so pretty wrapped around my cock malyshka“ 

There was one way he could keep you. His balls tightened against his body at the thought’, it was perfect. 

“M’gonna make you a mommy, m’gonna be your daddy, gonna get you nice and pregnant, keep you all just for me baby” 

“Daddy!” Your eyes shot open, your pussy clenching at his words, you sounded like a porn star when he started to pound into you faster. 

“I am your fuckin’ daddy. You’re all mine, m’the only man who’ll ever fucking touch you, touch this sweet pussy, taste it, fuck it, make love to it, you’re mine princess. You’re. Fucking. Mine” He pulled his cock out, flipping you over and shoving your face into the mattress. He slammed his cock back in, grunting, jack hammering his cock into you, loving the way you made a white creamy mess on his dick. 

Sweet baby was probably ovulating. Perfect. 

You cried out in pleasure, gripping onto his sheets as he railed you from behind, his hips snapping against your skin, fingers digging into your hips. Your mind was still reeling from his words, your mind racing. Some part of your body was screaming for him to fill you up but-

“Ready baby? Ready for daddy’s babies?” He growled, continuing to thrust into you as you collapsed onto the bed, feeling him even deeper at this angle. He brought his knees up slightly to position himself better, rutting and fucking you, keeping his cock deep inside you. 

“I-I can’t get pregnant now daddy” You whimpered, while he pulled out to let you lie down again, shoving his cock right back in. 

“Why not princess”  He continued to thrust into you, gently cupping your cheek, the blue in his eyes nearly non existent.

“I-m’not ready yet, can’t daddy” You shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks, fuck you wanted this so bad but you still didn’t even have your own place, worried about money you had saved up-Bucky could see your mind racing over mundane issues. 

“Do you trust daddy angel?” You nodded sniffling, still moaning softly as he started to rock his hips faster again “I’ll take care of you malyshka, you don’t have to worry about anything” You felt conflicted but it didn’t matter, not when he was buried so deep in your warmth, his soft lips kissing you all over between sweet words. 

“You’re gonna live with me all the time, okay? M’gonna get you pregnant baby, you’re gonna be all mine. Wanna get you pregnant so badly princess, please? Just let me put a baby in you, I’ll take care of you so well, please pretty girl. Tell me you’re ready baby, tell me you want me babies”

“I-I want your babies daddy!” You moaned out, your body moved on its own, wrapping around him, your cunt clenching and fluttering, screaming for his cum. “Wan’ you to get me pregnant!”   

“FUCK Keep saying it baby, say you want my babies”

“I want daddy’s babies” 

“AGAIN” He snarled against your neck, your sweet begging making his cock swell and throb. He started to fuck you as hard as he could, chasing his high, desperate to knock you up. He’d fuck you as many times as he had to until it took. 

“FUCK Daddy PLEASE” 

“Gonna put my babies in you, can’t wait to see you pregnant baby, you’re gonna look so beautiful, so fucking full of me, you’re mine-fucking hell- you’re mine” 

“All yours!” You cried out, cumming and gushing all over his cock, your head thrown back on his pillows. Bucky roared against your neck, his hips stilling, pouring loads of his seed into your soaked cunt. It didn’t matter how many rounds it took. He was going to keep going until he saw your belly swell. 

A few months later 

“Y/n” You could hear him call you from the bedroom, huffing as you clambered off the couch, making your way upstairs. You were in nothing but one of his shirts, some of the buttons at the bottom undone to make room for your tummy. Bucky groaned as soon as you stepped into the room, he’d seen you like that plenty of times and yet still....

If it weren’t for possible prying eyes and other house keepers, he would have forbade you from wearing clothes at all. You waddled into his room, your growing belly protruding from under his shirt your pouty face just made him more feral than ever, every single primal urge desperate to take over. 

“Daddy’s hungry” He beckoned you to, setting his book down, biting his lip, pulling you to straddle his lap. He threw your top over your head leaving you bare except for your panties. 

“You’re gonna feed our baby so well” Bucky groaned, looking at your swelling breasts, your nipples pebbled and aching. 

“It’s sore” you whined when he traced over them, your body sensitive to the slightest touches. “Hurts, feels too heavy” 

“Maybe you should let me help you mama, practice now for when our little one comes. Get used to the feeling” He dipped his head down, taking a nipple into his mouth, suckling, groaning when he felt your sweet warmth start to flow. 

“You taste so good, sweetest milk ever baby” He greedily drank more from you, moaning and slurping every drop as if he had been starved. “Feeding daddy do good” He moaned, his hands rubbing over your swollen belly, you were so perfectly full of him, he wasn’t going to waste a second to get you pregnant again as soon as your little one was born. 

“You can’t drink this much after our baby is born James” 

James. Every since you had started calling him by his first name, Bucky didn’t know what to do with himself, it made his cock jump. 

“You gonna feed daddy too angel” He latched onto your other breast, continuing to suckle. “Because I get so hungry for you baby, n’you take care of me so well” 

You couldn't help but moan at his words, you loved how filthy and debauched he got for you. 

“You gonna let me drink from you whenever I want baby? Even when your sleeping? No more sleep shirts mama, wanna be able to drink your milk whenever I want” You were so lost in his filthy world, you didn’t notice he’d pulled his cock out, stroking himself while latched onto you. “Don’t care if your sleeping, wanna drink mommy’s warm milk whenever I want” 

Your pussy clenched around nothing, there was something about how desperate he was that that made you feel just as needy. 

“You want my milk baby?” You cooed, your eyes growing wide when you noticed he had his cock out, pink and leaking. 

“Want it bad baby” He pulled your panties to the side, bringing you down to warm his cock, while he continued to lap at you, there was no way he was going to ever leave you alone, he had to keep you pregnant forever. “Feed me like I’m your baby” 

Your hand’s naturally went to cradle his head to your breast, stroking his hair while he held you close, your firm tummy pressed against him, keeping his cock wet and warm. You cooed, stroking his cheeks, kissing his forehead, you’d do anything he asked, you loved being good for him. He hummed with approval, he loved when you practiced new things with him, his pretty sweet pregnant doll. 

“You learn so fast mama” 

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Oh, damn, we're too late, this great home is already sold. It's a 5 story mid-century mod, 3bds, 3ba, in Gaylord, MI and it was bought for $115K + $480yr. HOA.

Cool stone fireplace with the MCM conversation pit.

It has that textured ceiling that was popular then. They have the living room set up as a game room.

There's a dining room for both every day and formal dining. I think it could fit a larger table lengthwise.

White kitchen. Not sure if the appliances are original, but they're vintage-y. It's funny, the rooms are small for a 5 story house.

Interesting wood stove in the family room. This particular home was completely done in wood paneling on the main floor.

I like this room. Built-in desk, and a ladder to a loft. The carpet is worn, but it's cool.

Looking down from the loft, but they don't show you what's up there.

Original bath. Loving the brown sink.

Bath & tub are separate.

What is it with these ladders to lofts? There's one in the primary bedroom, too. This room also has sliders to the outside and it's a very bright, cheerful room.

Not sure what this room is, but it also has sliders to outside and a cool plaid carpet.

Oh, a sauna.

The 3rd bd. has a brown plaid carpet and coordinating paneling.

Looks like moss or green mold on the room. It could use outside paint or a power wash.

It has decks and a porch.

Oh, this is the room with the blue plaid carpet. I thought that the doors looked like they opened to nothing. What happened to the decks?

Nice 2 car garage.

The home is on .56 acre in a woodsy forest, it does need work, but it's so cool.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/6511-Chipmunk-Ln-Gaylord-MI-49735/113579195_zpid?

[mhahaikyuus]

Can you write a college au oneshot where y/n took music production as her major and jean kirstein taking fashion designing 😗?

college jean

tags: established relationship, jean x reader, college au, fluff, very teasing couple, jean is whipped, mentions of drugs

word count: 1.8k

a/n: thanks anon for the request sorry this took so long I kept rewriting it. hope you guys enjoy

You knew you should’ve listen to yourself. Ignored your boyfriend and his many cries but god he was…incessant. 

“Jean I can’t come over, I literally haven’t started my midterm yet and I have no idea what to do.” You complained over the phone looking at your empty lined notebook. 

Why did you take song composition….

“And I literally, He mocked, “miss my girlfriend.” Over the phone. 

“Jean.” You warned in a tone telling him to cut it out. 

He groaned, you frowned at the phone. He usually wasn’t this whiny away from you. 

“Look I have my project to work on and I need you.” He admitted and you rolled your eyes. 

There it was. 

“Help with what?” You asked and your boyfriend ignored your question. 

“I’m coming over to yours, see you in ten sweetheart.” He said hanging up the phone before you could protest. 

He can come over if he wants but you were actually doing work so if he didn’t like that he would be leaving shortly. 

About 10 minutes later your boyfriend came in with arms full of supplies for own project and a smile on his face. 

Leaning down and almost knocking you in the face with a roll of colorful fabric held in his arms when he came down to kiss you. 

You leaned back a hair to avoid the item and let out a small laugh. 

“Hi.” You said bringing his head closer pulling him in by his neck tugging on his pretty brown hair growing a little longer in the back.

“Hi.” He said softly pressing another kiss into your mouth. 

He turned his head to your notebook. 

“How’s it going?” 

“Could be better…” You said with a small frown

He raised an eyebrow at your words. 

You admitted, “It could be already halfway done too.” 

“You’ll get it done.” He said pulling back and dropping all his stuff on your dorm floor. 

“What project were you talking about earlier.” You said flipping through your drafts of sheet music. 

He flopped on your bed with an audible groan.

“I have to make a dress.” He said to the ceiling making you pause for a moment. 

“ I didn’t know you were into that baby I would’ve never judged you.” You said and a pillow sailing to the back on your head in response making you snicker as the pillow fell onto the floor. 

“You’re so funny.” He grumbled and you smiled to yourself your back facing him. 

“I’m just saying you have legs to kill for-

“Y/n!” He whined as you laughed again

Jean climbed off the bed and came up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I need you to be my model-

“Absolutely not.” You interrupted in disbelief. 

“No not like in a show, I need you to stand up so I can pin the fabric.” Jean said with a roll of his eyes at your dramatics. 

“Ah, yes I definitely want my boyfriend knowing my measurements.” You said with a sweet smile on your face he knew was dripping with sarcasm. 

Jean yanked your chair back from the desk, scooped you up throwing you on the bed. Jumping himself right on top of you making you groan in pain at his heavy weight suffocating your legs. 

“You’re stupid.” He said with furrowed eyebrows. 

“So you try to knock the wind out of me and crush me with your fat body.’ You complain smacking his shoulder. 

“You think I care about your numbers.” He deadpanned. The words he knew you didn’t need to hear in every conversation. He loved you, and nothing would change that. 

“Kate moss does.” You said shyly with a smile poking his cheek trying to lessen the intense look in his eyes. 

“Do I look like a British blonde alien.” Jean asked

“You did want to…ski the slopes.” You said with an evil smile. 

Jean’s face holding distain at your joke. Referencing when you two were freshmen and he “was thinking about joining a frat.” 

You bullied him out of the decision but still love to embarrass him. 

“Shut up.” He mumbled digging his head into your chest. Both of you laying in your bed just enjoying each others warmth. Until you gasped at the realization of what he was doing. Smacking him up the head making him groan, “Why are you hitting me now!” Dramatically rubbing his head as you shoved his face away. 

“You’re distracting me! I have work to do.” 

“Uhhhhh,” He moaned flipping over onto his back staring at the ceiling as you moved back to your desk.

“Jean, do your work.” You yelled at him from your desk. 

“I need you to do it! But you’re being annoying.” He replied. 

“And the sky is blue. I am always annoying you” You said with a roll of your eyes. 

Damn it was that note going to be a F# or G# you thought trying to find your place before Jean came.

You could hear Jean rustling behind you finally starting his project. About 20 minutes later you felt his chin resting on your shoulder again. 

“Yes Jean.” 

“That’s not my name.” 

“Yes Jean Kirschstein.” He pinched your side in retaliation. 

“Yes baby.” You finally corrected yourself. Jean pressed a kiss into your cheek in thanks. 

“I need you now.” He said 

“Jean we are not fucking right now-“ You interrupted thinking he was going for round 2 of trying to get you back in bed with his charms.

“No, as my model.” He interrupted placing his long arm to trail down your arm and into your hand pulling you up out of your chair. Much gentler than the last time.

He had his charming smile on, “We could do that too.” He said with a smug look but you brushed past him to his project. 

Your small dorm was covered in rolls or fabric and sewing materials. 

“What do you need.” You asked looking at the outline he had drawn up. 

He used his foot to hook around a stool and dragged it in front of you. 

“Stand, please.” He said hand out to the tiny step stool. 

“You’re so stupid.” You said with a laugh but taking it anyway to stand. 

“Oh wow I’m almost as tall as you.” You joked. Even with a step stool you were nowhere near his height. 

Jean picked you up by the waist to his height and back down onto the stool with a bounce making you gasp.

“Hm almost.” He said with a kiss on the forehead before turning back around to the fabric he had outlined. 

“Please don’t stick me.” You told him as he began to start pinning. 

He nodded and you could see his sandy brown hair shake in agreement. 

“Scouts honor. If I stick you, you can tweeze my eyebrows.” He said and you were supposed to stay still but he always made you laugh.

The last time you had tried to tweeze his eyebrows you got maybe 5 hairs in before he was reeling back in horror and pain wailing like a child. 

“My face! I know I annoy you but I didn’t know you hated me!” He almost yowled like a cat as you iced the barely irritated skin with an ice pack and stroked his hair in your lap as he snuggled into your (his own words) "angelic thighs". 

As scary and big Jean was all he did was bother you, make you baby him, and love you. 

“How long is this going to take?” You asked with raised eyebrows looking at your almost finished project sitting on your desk illuminated by your small desk lamp your boyfriend had bought you. 

He looked up from his knee with pins sitting in between his lips with a concentrated look softening at eye contact. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked pausing his movements to make sure you were okay. 

“I need to finish my project and it’s almost done.” You said pointing at your desk. Jean’s head swiveled to the desk. 

“What do you need?” He asked looking back up at you, you were getting impatient, shuffling a little more than usual and covering up tiny sighs.  

“My notebook, pencil, and my phone. But I can’t do anything right now I need something to write on and my headphones, I don't want to bother you.” You said with a pout. 

Jean grabbed your stuff and placed your notebook and pencil in your hands with an extra book to write on. 

“If you need something to write on just tell me.” He said and opened your phone to the audio recording app so you could hear it playing as he pinned. Your music would never bother him. He loved how passionate and talented you were with music. There was no need for headphones.

After a couple of minutes of audio, listening to your new piece, and making mental notes of what you needed to change you tapped Jean with your toe. “I need to write.” Thinking he would let you down and pause pinning. 

Nope. 

Jean stood up to his two feet and turned. You blankly stared at the back of his head. 

“What are you doing?” You asked 

“Write on my back, just tell me when you need to and I'll stand.” He said leaning forward a bit. Shook your head in disbelief but did it anyway scribbling your note changes on his spine for about a minute or so before you tapped his shoulder. “Done.” 

He nodded kissing you and went back to his knees to finish the fabric of the dress to your silhouette. This went on until you were satisfied with the changes in your composition.

After about an hour you were freed of his pinning and him being your makeshift desk at the same time, so you could both finish your projects. 

Jean knew you only got a little more annoyed with him when you were being interrupted and he had thankfully come up with a solution for him to spend time with you and not have you ring his neck tonight.

“Alright I’m done.” He said studying his work. 

“Spin please.” Jean said with a sly grin but you complied anyway. 

Your arms out you turned in a 360. “How does it look.” You asked looking down on to the flowy dress. You rarely wear anything like this. 

“Perfect, Well you’re perfect. The dress is just an add on.” He said with another small kiss to your lips and helped you step down as you tried to hide a smile from how cheesy he could be. 

“Arms up.” He instructed and you lifted your arms like you were on a ride. 

Jean carefully bunched up the bottom and pulled the dress from your body to not ruin the hour of work he had just completed. 

You stretched your stiff back and plopped back onto the bed ready to do nothing for the rest of the day. Jean climbed into your twin xl bed maneuver you so you both would fit the cramped bed. Your back pressed into his chest and his arms encircling your own. “Do you want a nap? You seemed stressed earlier.” He asked with a kiss to your temple. You nodded, whenever he pulled you in this position it was like  sleep medication that had hit your system. You yawned with fluttering eyes your head just under his neck taking a much needed break with Jean. 

[ssukidesu]

what she doesn’t want

Fandom: Inuyasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale

Pairing: Inukag

Rating: T

Inukag Week 2024 ( @inukag-week ) - Day 1: Yearning

Summary: Kagome really did wish he would be nicer to her sometimes. Inuyasha's not so sure about that.

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The stars seemed brighter tonight. For one, they had no competition for light other than the meager campfire that had been reduced to ashes by neglect, and that certainly made their twinkling stronger. But Kagome also figured it was because she hadn’t slept at all, favoring instead to lay on her back in her sleeping bag and just stare at the sky.

It was just like staring into her dark bedroom at home; when the lights first turned off, it seemed black as pitch—but it was only a matter of time before her eyes would adjust, and she’d be able to see the outline of her dresser, her desk, her door, her bedside table.

It was like the Bloody Mary trick. Only this time, instead of the surprise being a ghost in a mirror, it was a sky so vibrant that she couldn’t look away.

Well, there was another reason why she couldn’t sleep.

Inuyasha was leaning his back against a tree trunk at the edge of their camping circle. He, too, had his eyes open—his dark, gray-brown eyes. He wasn’t staring at the sky, though; instead he kept his eyes glued to his hand, which was extended out in front of him as his arm draped over his propped knee. He opened and closed his fist, as if it was a strange sensation. She figured it might have been without the claws—he didn’t have to worry about scratching himself.

She stopped urging him to go to sleep on these nights months ago. It was no use; he always scowled and rolled his eyes, scoffing that she didn’t understand. I might if you’d just tell me, she’d thought, but she let it go.

And now, instead of pestering him until she exhausted herself, which always ended in her angrily falling asleep, she would quietly prepare for a sleepless night herself. If he wouldn’t open up to her, she could at least be there for him if he needed it.

He never did. She wasn’t even sure he knew she was awake; she’d never say anything or even look his way, and he always seemed so focused on his own person, as if waiting for it to dissolve and float away with a wind that was a little too strong.

She had no idea what time it was now—it could have been four in the morning, or four minutes past ten o’clock. She was mulling over what their journey would look like the following day when the sound of his shuffling clothes pulled her attention toward him. She didn’t feign sleep; she turned her head with open eyes toward his distant form, which was standing now. He brushed off his pants and trudged past the treeline.

The river was down that way, Kagome knew, and he perhaps was relieving himself. But seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into a half hour—and she began to worry.

She didn’t need to be reminded of his vulnerability in this state.

But neither does he, she thought, scolding herself for thinking to check on him. He’d take it as an insult.

But then another five minutes passed, and she kicked off the cover of her sleeping bag, which was left unzipped for the warm summer night, and stood.

She was wearing sleep shorts and an old tee, the latter of which was one of her father’s. After he died, her mother held on to his more versatile clothes, knowing that she and her children could treasure them as parts of their own wardrobe.

The ground was loamy and cool. It hadn’t rained in a few days, but the river nearby kept the ground soft and moist. There was moss everywhere that grass didn’t grow. She rubbed her eyes.

She supposed she could sneak after him and just check that he was alright; she had no intention of disturbing him unnecessarily, and in his current state it wasn’t infeasible that she could follow him unperceived. She followed where she remembered he had gone.

It was only about fifty yards to the riverbank. He was there, sitting with his feet in the water. The soft trickling of the stream was loud enough to cover her movements, and she considered leaving right away once she saw he was unharmed—but something held her there.

He seemed so lonesome—more than she’d ever seen him. She couldn’t even see his face, as his back was to her, but the melancholy was all but suffusing from his body, and she figured it wouldn’t be a bad thing to at least offer him company.

“Inuyasha?” she began, voice hoarse from lack of use. She cleared her throat.

He didn’t turn his head all the way, but he showed her his profile. A simple acknowledgement. He turned back toward the water.

“Are you alright?” she tried, approaching him now that she knew she wouldn’t surprise him.

“Am I alright? ‘Course," he said harshly. Sarcastically.

“Stop that. I was just checking on you,” she defended, sitting herself beside him a healthy distance away. She didn’t want to crowd him.

“Just waiting,” was his explanation.

She hummed. “Do you know how much longer till dawn?”

“Not long. Maybe an hour.”

“That’s good,” she said, flicking her gaze toward him without fully turning her head.

“You should go back,” he said gruffly, attention still on the water.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t going to fall back asleep anyway.”

“I’d rather be alone,” he said, and she felt his glare hit the side of her face. She turned and met his human eyes. She raked her sights over his hair, his ears. She so seldom got to see him like this so close.

“No, you wouldn’t,” she sighed.

“The hell do you know?” he snapped, and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine, then. Maybe I don’t want to be alone.”

He didn’t immediately brush it off, but she could tell it annoyed him. “Whatever,” he concluded.

And then they sat there in silence, staring between the twinkling sky and the reflecting water, waiting for dawn to come.

It inched closer, perhaps only a moment away now.

He grew antsy. She knew he wanted to run away, to transform back in solitude. But he didn’t—and she was flattered in spite of herself.

But she wouldn’t force him. “Is it alright? If I see.”

“I don’t care,” he lied.

“Right. I’ll stay, then,” she said, smiling softly at him through the dark.

He gulped uncomfortably. The horizon brightened, brightened, brightened, and the first ray of sun finally crested.

Her eyes widened. His closed. She watched as a glow overtook him, as dark hair faded into moon white, as ears sharpened and migrated, as fingers honed at the ends. His mouth was closed, but she saw his jaw lengthen and sharpen ever so subtly—and she was surprised to learn for the very first time that in order to make room for his large canines, the bone structure itself had to make room. Maybe that was why he always looked so much younger as a human.

His eyes remained shut, and she yearned to see the gold hidden beneath his clenched lids. But she would be patient; he had been so generous with her for not running her off, and she didn’t want to be greedy.

When he did open them, his brows remained furrowed. Their gazes locked—his agitated and hers enraptured. She saw his nostrils flare strongly, and his breaths were shallow, shallow, and then very, very deep.

“Is it strange?” she asked against her will.

He seemed to struggle with words. “It kinda feels like being drunk out of nowhere.”

“The scents?” she asked. He nodded, still light-headed, and she continued, “It must be weird, being suddenly affected by every little thing.”

“It’s not everything,” he corrected. “Just… uh—” he paused, and his eyes flicked to hers for a brief moment before roaming down her body. “…certain scents.”

“Oh.”

Blood rushed to her face so fast that she was surprised she didn’t black out. Her eyes fell to her lap. Is it that bad ? she fretted to herself. Maybe I can slip away to bathe later…

“Hey!” he growled before tweaking her ear. She looked up again and saw that he, too, was blushing. “What the hell is in your head now? It’s not a bad thing.”

“…Really?” she asked, secretly glad he was returning so soon to his expressive self.

His shoulders raised to his neck, and he folded his arms over his puffing chest. He closed his eyes to her, brow twitching, and muttered, “Don’t be stupid. Of course it isn’t. I told you before, didn’t I?”

Recovered now that she knew her scent wasn’t atrocious to him, she sucked in a calming breath. “Told me what?”

Eyes opening again, his stern face faltered into one far less confident. He looked like he wanted to whine; his brows upturned toward the middle, and his lips tightened into a small pout—if he was even capable of pouting with that grim mouth of his. He directed his gaze somewhere to his left, as if a tree in the distance had shouted an insult at him she couldn’t hear. The sun was halfway above the horizon now, and the forest was illuminated in a bright, hazy fog. The grass around them collected dew.

“That it’s nice,” he said simply.

Kagome didn’t respond, preferring instead to stare at his profile in something between shock, embarrassment, and something else she couldn’t begin to name.

At her silence, he grew even more incensed. He flicked his gaze back to her from the side, found her expression unhelpful in his discovery of her feelings, and turned back fully to scowl outright at her. “Don’t tell me you forgot, ” he growled. “All this time I’ve been pissed as hell at my stupid human mouth for saying it back then, and you’re telling me you don’t even remember?"

Jostling herself in her seat, she turned squarely to him and leaned forward to meet his gaze closely. “You mean that time I first saw you as a human? When you asked to lay in my lap?”

At her second sentence, he visibly bristled. But of course, as he was apt to do, he smothered it with more feigned anger. Gritting his teeth, he hissed, “So you do remember, then? Then what’s with the surprise? I told you back then that I liked your scent.”

Kagome felt a thrill run through her at his words, no mater how gracelessly he expressed them. Is that why he never wants to transform back near me?

She wouldn’t ask him that, for both their sakes. Instead, she mumbled softly, “I wasn’t sure you meant what you said then. You were falling asleep, after all…”

“Keh,” he grunted. “I wish I didn’t mean it.”

This puzzled her. But it wasn’t a novel sensation; she had felt puzzled over similar circumstances hundreds of times before. Tilting her head, Kagome leaned closer, her shifting center of gravity requiring her hands to brace themselves on the ground in front of her. “Why is it so embarrassing for you to say things like that?” she mused. The riskiness of the question was not lost on her, but she had been filled with a boldness she couldn’t overcome.

Inuyasha seemed slightly overwhelmed by her increasing proximity, and he tilted himself backward until his own hands had to brace his weight behind him. He looked down at her with an expression of outright horror. “…Huh?”

“You’re always so slow to give me compliments,” she elaborated, self-consciousness completely gone from her now. “When you do give them, it’s like you’re fighting back the whole time. It’s okay, you know—to be kind to me. You shouldn’t feel shame for it. I won’t ever throw it back in your face, or roll my eyes, or laugh at you.” She paused, considering her next words, which came with a faltering voice: “Don’t you trust me?”

She could tell every muscle in his body was urging him to jump and run away from her, and she fully expected him to—but he didn’t move. After a wretchedly mute moment, Inuyasha swallowed thickly. “It’s… it’s not like that,” he managed finally.

Kagome was merciless in the swiftness and nonchalance of her response. “What is it, then?”

In Inuyasha’s head, he was screaming. He hated when she got like this, so sincerely searching his eyes with her own.

A shaken exhale. A vicious look with quirked brow. A damning bead of anxious sweat. “I…”

He was going to say that he didn’t know, that she should stop it, that they should return to awaken the others. But that look on her face held him there—so oppressively vulnerable to whatever he would say next—and he knew that if he were to jilt her now, she might never show him such a face again.

And he hated that possibility the most.

So he decided to keep things simple—and say what he actually thought. “I can handle you yelling at me way better than you… well, smiling at me. I think if I was nice to you too often, I’d start being… really nice.” He pushed himself off his hands and returned to a normal posture, despite how it brought their faces perhaps only a foot apart. "Too nice,” he continued with a hard stare. “And I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

“…Oh,” she said, for the second time that morning.

“Yeah,” he responded flatly, angry at her for making him spell it out.

At that point, he figured he could stand and flee without making her feel too abandoned. So he did, muttering something about fishing for breakfast. Kagome watched slack-jawed as he walked away along the river without so much as a backward glance.

She wanted to be mad at him for some reason, but her heart wouldn’t slow down enough for her to follow a single thought to its conclusion. The only one that came close to completion went something along the lines of: Why would that be a problem? She managed to say something similar aloud before rising to return to camp and change into her day clothes, but he was already out of sight.

But not out of earshot. Is she stupid? he thought as he all but stomped away. Always biting off more than she can chew…

An hour later, after he succeeded in catching their whole group some fish and returning to the campsite, Inuyasha saw immediately that she was upset with him.

So he decided to make a point: after dropping his basket of fish roughly against the ground, he planted himself snuggly next to her—shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. Before she could react, he immediately grabbed two skewers and stabbed a dead trout on each. He handed one to her with a raised brow. She accepted it slowly.

Kagome was garishly red in the cheeks. What had him so smug all of the sudden?! Or was he angry? She couldn’t tell for the life of her. His chin jutted out as he peered down at her from the side, his weight braced casually on his arm. After a minute of her silently staring back at him, he cleared his throat and gripped the handle of her skewer, and her hand along with it, to guide the fish over the flame.

She was almost too confused to be furious—almost. What’s with him now? she thought hotly. First he says he doesn’t want to be too nice to me, and now he’s getting cozy and helping me cook food?

Sango, Miroku, and Shippo—all sitting in the same circle—also seemed to notice Inuyasha’s off behavior (and Kagome’s subsequent unease). They said nothing, but she felt their eyes upon her as he offered her another smoked trout. She refused.

Once they had all finished, Kagome craved air. She stood and mentioned getting some more water to boil. Unhooking the pot from over the flames, she gripped the handles and carried it over to the river down below, careful of its hot sides.

She grazed the bottom of the pot atop the moving water to chill it before placing it on the grass. Instead of filling it right away, she returned to a full stand and stretched her arms over her head.

“Need some help?” came the voice of the current bane of her existence.

She whipped her head backwards and returned her arms to her side. “It’s fine. I got it,” she said flatly.

He had his arms folded over his chest, and his eyes were narrowed in amusement toward her. “You sure?”

She huffed. “Yes, Inuyasha. I’m sure.”

Instead of leaving, he took a step closer. Then another. Then another. She would have moved backwards in tandem, but the river was close behind, and the ground was turning to mush beneath her shoes. “What’s your deal?” she said, officially panicking. “Are you trying to prove something?”

He was right at her now, leering down at her in an expression that seemed wedged between agitation and humor. A scary combination on him. “You have something on your face,” he said instead of answering her question.

He brought his left hand to toy with his right sleeve. He curled it taut over his right thumb and brought it to his mouth, soaking it. “Looks like grease,” he observed. “Lemme get that.”

He brought the wetted fabric to the side of her mouth, his other fingers brushing below her chin. He lightly scrubbed it—the sensation of tiny crumbs and slick fat spreading beneath—and angled his head while doing so to observe her expression.

It was mortified. He had barely finished cleaning her face when she shoved his hand away from her and staggered backward fully onto the muddy riverbank. Before she could fall backwards into the stream, he gripped her flailing arms and pulled her away from the edge, her own grip reaching onto him out of primal fear of falling. A shriek left her lips, and her eyes were shut tight until he merged her balance with his own, unshaken.

When she opened her eyes again, he was outright smirking at her now, just a few inches from her face. Her shoes were covered in mud now, but she could not spare the attention to care.

“Why are you so… all of the sudden...?” she tried, voice faltering.

His was firm and reproaching. “So what? Nice?”

“…”

He squeezed her arms, then let her go. “See? You don’t want this.”

With his relinquished hold, she pulled her shoes from the sticky mud and settled them a foot away in the grass. “W-What?”

“Me. Being nice all the time. You don’t like it, either.”

“But—“

“Oh, shut up,” he scolded cynically. “Don’t try to deny it. It’s obvious.” He was looking viciously bitter, and she was frozen under the expression. “Don’t go wishing for something you don’t actually want,” he concluded harshly.

After turning his back on her, he walked back through the trees to the others.

She would have stopped him—would have reached out and grabbed his sleeve, would have told him to stay for a minute longer so she could catch her breath—but he was too quick. Her heart still pounded at the memory of his thumb beside her mouth, his clawed fingers on the skin near her neck, and she thought to herself that she was the biggest idiot in the entire world.

Because she did want it—his kindness. His gentle touch. His closeness. But she was in such a habit of shoving him away that she defaulted to it when she least meant to. Maybe the same went for him—that his habit of being mean was just easier than whatever would pop up in its absence. Status quo was familiar.

But she didn’t want status quo—she wanted what was hiding beneath it, the thing that made him feel momentarily comfortable with his face only inches from hers.

She more than wanted it.

She yearned for it.

[nyctophiliq]

Dom! Battle Sage x Sub Fem! Reader, but the reader has a mommy kink and praise kink.

;)

✮ — CAUGHT UP WITH MOMMY ; ling ‘sage’ ying wei

MINORS DNI . . . afab reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, mommy kink, praise kink, praising, cunnilingus, clothed sex, pantie gripping/pulling, dacryphilia, sage is a bit rough and mean, maybe a little more than a bit, (not proof read)

wc ; 1,1 k

MOSS' NOTES . . . THIS TOOK TOO LONG FUCK, this is not a masterpiece but it is filthy- anyway hope you enjoy bliss :)

sage was only trying to get two of her infirmary staff to stop arguing with each other and go on their separate way but she was on the edge of blowing up, this is not something she can take after just coming back from an especially difficult mission.

then you stepped between the three of them.

you commented that they were fooling around in the middle of a lot of work, instructing the three of them to get back to work or else viper or brimstone was going to hear about this. sage just huffed as you held your pathetic speech, trying to dominate the room with your temporary power. you dismissed the two staff members, and they listened without a word of complaint, leaving to restock the vulture. the healer crossed her arms as she asked you to step inside the back office to settle this matter.

“who told you to show off your personality like that? be arrogant?”

her knee was between your legs, pressing on your clothed core, hand squeezing your face and forcing you to look up at her. you shook your head as your fingernails dug into the weak material of the desk, escaping from her grip and your head falling on her shoulder while letting a luxurious moan out. sage reached inside your already unbuttoned pants, playing with your panties before gripping and then pulling on them cruelly.

“’m sorry, ‘m sorry!” you sobbed, thick tears clinging to your lashes as you gazed up. sage grinned at the droplets, wiping them away all while letting go of the lacy underwear and pushing you onto the desk. you were soaking wet; two fingers could have easily slipped inside you, but she had other plans.

sage grinned, her free hand reaching for one of the chairs in front of the table to pull closer muttering, “you know mommy can’t be angry at her sweet girl, right? she just needs to take a fill of what’s hers, taste that delicious pussy of yours, baby.” she talked while the sound of the chair moving rang in the room, pulling it closer for her to sit and to level herself with your core, the very thing she has been bottling her hunger up for.

the tips of her fingers glided along your skin, torturously slowly pulling down your somewhat tight-fitting pants and leaving a hot trail behind, letting them pool on the pristine white tiles. 

“m-mommy, please, please, ‘m sorry!” you whine as she doesn’t waste time caressing your thighs like she does all the time, or how she doesn’t bite your inner thighs before diving into the mess between your thighs after moving your pretty pantie to the side. she doesn’t take time to be too nice, the way her arms loop around your legs to keep them open is cruel, then her nails dug into your skin and she lets out a vicious chuckle just as you let out a low whine.

a smirk pulls on sage’s lips as she takes in the glistening sight of your pussy, all for her to devour. “that’s a good girl, begging for mommy like this,” she trails off before she presses down on your clit, the tip of her tongue running down between your slick lips, your wall swelling with the need for wanting her to be inside you, it’s torture what she is putting you through.

slowly, sage slid her tongue along your folds, taking with her a good part of the cum that flowed abundantly through your slit. using two fingers she parted your lips, leaving your clit and entrance even more exposed to her. the healer focused on your bundle of nerves, licking and sucking greedily, sometimes running her tongue along your eager entrance which twitched with each slithering movement. sage loosened her arms around your thighs before completely letting go, her hands now filling with the full flesh of your ass, squeezing fervently.

your answering cry was music to the healer’s ears, your hips wounding higher as she got to work. “mommy, please i- fuck…” you stutter, your mouth hanging open the slightest as she increased the intensity with which she sucked you, closing her lips around your clit, licking the tips as she sucked your swollen nub.

ling is in awe as she looks up at you through her lashes- you’re stunning, flushed, and practically stupid with lust. her eyes are still locked on yours as her tongue firmly laps up the sweet and salty slick, darting into your wetness and drawing up to your clit. you catch the whine in your throat, panting and wriggling on the edge of the table. your hand drops from your side to her shoulder, gripping weakly to shake her but as she swirled her tongue against your entrance your mind could not control your muscles.

your thigh began to quiver, squeezing around sage’s as more incoherent pleases, and whimpers escaped your usually composed lips. it didn’t take much for her to realize your peak was just around the corner. a stronger suck and her now untangled hand groping at your clothed breast were all it took for you to let out a high gasp, soundless moan leaving you as you let all your sweetness out on sage’s tongue.

“you taste amazing, my sweet girl tastes as sweet as i know she does.” she praises you after she pulls away from your now dripping core, her chin covered in your juices as she lets go of your breasts and one of her her hands slip down to your pussy. “being so obedient, not fighting back, apologizing…” she whispers lowly as the tips of her finger push into your leaking entrance and takes a sample of your cum.

“a good, a very good girl does that, and you are my good girl. you did so good for me, mhm, i can’t be prouder- here,” she mumbles into your ears after pushing herself up from the chair, you hum as she pulls her fingers out of you, nuzzling your head into her neck. she nudges her coated digits to your lips, assuming that you would turn her down, she had never asked you to do this before, but she is dumbfounded when you open your mouth just wide enough for her to slip her fingers in.

“you never fail to amaze me, my sweet princess.” she sighs as she watches her fingers disappear in between your lips, your tongue uncoordinated as it tries to clean her. oh what a guilty pleasure is this, to see you so dumb for mommy you can’t even control your own body.

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[hime-bee]

how would the boys' room look like in a modern setting?

Hey there, Lacie owo Well, tbf, the only ML of mine that isn't in a modern setting is Njero. Flores is like, half and half because he spends some time in the human world as well. I'll do my best to describe their rooms, though! (Long post incoming lmao)

Lucas: Pretty minimalistic, about what you'd expect from a 40-year-old man that lives alone. His walls are lined with bookshelves and floating shelves, all containing a myriad of history, mathematics, novels, language and recipe books. The only pieces of furniture he has in his room are as follows: a king-sized bed (sheets are cream and black), a wardrobe, an ottoman, a desk (also covered in books and papers, though he does have a study too), and a large plant in the corner. If his partner were to move in, he would try to hang up more pictures and buy more decorative items!

Njero: If he were in a modern setting, I think his room would look similar to Lucas', except there would be more paintings and maps on the walls. I'd like to think he would also have a sky light in his room. His bed is probably queen-sized with dark blue and grey sheets. I imagine him having lots and lots of throw pillows lol. He would also have a cat bed and a bird perch in his room for his familiars. His bedroom floors are definitely hardwood with a large black rug in the middle of the floor.

Leumin: Since I plan to make a sequel to his game, y'all will eventually get to see what Leu's room looks like! I'll still try to explain it though- his bed is a king-sized with white and lavender-colored sheets. He sleeps with two or more pillows, and possibly a plushie or two. His walls are covered in anime or game posters for sure. He also has a shelf dedicated to figurines and statues he owns. Has a nightstand with a cute lamp and also a star projector on it. There's also a few potted plants and terrariums lining the small desk he has in the corner. More often than not, you'll find a stack of fresh clothes in the chair at his desk that he hasn't folded/hung up yet-

Flores: His room in the fairy world is kind of similar to the one he has in the human world, so I'll just explain his human world home! Flo's room is more like Leu's room, but times ten with the plants. He also has a little fish tank in the corner! His bed is definitely a king-size canopy bed and his sheets are dark green or white, he changes them often. He keeps a mini bookshelf full of children's books right beside his dresser, and he'll usually give them out to the kids at the clinic. His walls are also covered, but in paintings he's bought, and decorative vines/moss. Has a little white vanity with a cute mirror and pretty pink lights surrounding it too!

Mikka: Similar to Njero's, but a lot more messy. He's got papers, books, journals, and test tubes overflowing on his desk with a big box of papers and textbooks right beside it. He's also got a lot of bookshelves with a lot of books missing from them that he misplaces often- his bed is a queen-sized and the sheets he puts on it varies (usually ocean-themed though). He also has a large fish tank and some terrariums in the corner of his room, but the fish tank is almost always empty. The only thing he keeps tidy in his room is his dresser/wardrobe. His clothes are always ironed and hung up, shoes polished and lined up perfectly in his walk-in closet. Also has a floor-length mirror somewhere in there.

[somberjoon]

SYZYGY [2]

✩ pairing: alpha namjoon x chubby fem!omega reader

✩ genre: wonderous , soulmates , strangers to "friends" to lovers , fluff , romance🔞 , life lessons , slice-of-life , brief angsty situations , happy ending

✩ word count: 4.9k

✩ chapter warnings: cussing , cover art does not depict fmc features, mention and feeling of throwing up but no throw up !

✩ summary: Namjoon would say that he truly lives the normal life. As an alpha, he works the job he wants, he goes out when he has time, and he has never received a single late-fee on payments. He's living the mundane life- until an unknown omega literally drops into his life. Where did she come from? Why him?

✩ cover: me

ch.1, ch.2 ...

Namjoon

“This fish must have a really good hiding spot, I haven’t been able to find it since yesterday.” Y/N kneels in front of his nightstand where a small decorative bowl of water and plants sit in a bed of rocks. 

Namjoon has been trying to work all morning. (Trying to answer all of Y/N’s questions while he also listens to the track over and over again while trying to make edits on it while Y/N is lingering around his desk like a lost puppy.)

“There’s no fish, it’s just a moss ball.” 

“A ball of moss? I guess that’s a pet, just like a potted plant would be. Why did you decide to get one?”

“They’re cute.” Namjoon gives a genuine answer and a shrug. 

“Very cute.” She agrees with a whisper almost too quiet for him to hear with one un-covered ear. 

The room quiets down for a moment of familiar peace, only for Y/N to flop back onto Namjoon’s bed with a heavy sigh. This change in his routine isn’t annoying or unwanted, but the sudden change is proving to be harder to get used to than he thought it’d be. He really can’t risk taking a last-minute day off of this project, and even then he always has projects. He can’t be mad people like his work, so- 

“Do you want me to see if one of my friends would take you out to do something today?” He turns to ask, meeting an excited looking Y/N whose head pops up immediately at the prospect. Her scent sweetens beautifully- he’ll definitely have to make her happy or excited more often. 

Jimin is easy to convince, especially when Namjoon tells him he’ll pay him for a day’s worth of work. He doesn’t even have to pay the kid to skip work for a day, but he thought it’d only be right- especially since Y/N can take his card, allowing them both to just have a budget for the day. 

The only catch- he didn’t tell Jimin what he’d be doing. 

“Wait, she’s that omega from last night!” Jimin is more excited than anything at first, probably hoping Namjoon has been lying about how lonely he’s been. 

“Her name is Y/N-” She gives an excited wave to Jimin, “and you are going to take her out and do something with her today.” 

“Something?” 

“Anything she desires or you see fit, because I can’t put off work and she doesn’t want to be inside right now.” Namjoon tries to explain as simply as possible. 

“Wait..” Jimin can’t help but let out an awkward laugh, obviously not fully understanding the situation. “I’m sorry, could I get a proper introduction from her instead of you talking about her like she’s a dog.” Jimin’s quip sounds light-hearted but it smacks Namjoon in the face. 

“I’m Y/N, I’m Namjoon’s gifted omega from The Goddess.” She gives him another small wave. “I’m excited to meet one of Namjoon’s friends. What was your name again?” 

Jimin gives an annoyed look to Namjoon. He knows that look all too well. Namjoon is avoidant and focused only on his life, especially during work hours. He doesn’t like to multitask, and will always focus on his work over anything else. 

“You have an omega gifted from The Goddess, a literal gift for you, and-” 

Namjoon must be looking at him in a certain way to get Jimin to stop talking. He knows how awful he looks, and he definitely isn’t proud of it, but he really couldn’t put off work for anything. He barely got time to visit his parents when his grandmother passed away- this definitely wouldn’t be reason enough. He’s helpless and hopeless in the same moment, a shell of what an alpha should be. The least he could give her is an experience with an alpha that is pleasant and soft until he has time to focus on her. 

“I’m Jimin, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.” Jimin coolly shifts his attention to Y/N with his memorable smile. “Are you hungry? Should we get some food first?” 

“Yes! Whatever’s your favorite is fine.” She meets him at the door, turning only to give Namjoon a soft smile that he doesn’t deserve. “I’m going with Jimin, I’m letting you know per our rules.” She can’t contain her excitement while looking at him, her heavenly sweet scent pooling out to make his heart ache and clench uncomfortably at the realization that she’ll be gone without him- happy and experiencing new things. He steps forward  to meet her as she finishes putting on her new shoes. 

“Here, use my card for whatever you do today.” He slips the card to Jimin to keep in his wallet, then looks back down to her. “Be careful please.” He looks at her with intent then to Jimin with a trusting nod. 

“I will. I’ll make sure to stay with Jimin.” She knows what to say to comfort him despite just having met. What should he do? How should he meet her halfway right now?

He instinctively reaches out for her hand, she lets him have it with no question. With her hand he wraps her around his own wrist, directing himself towards her neck. She understands his gesture immediately, bringing him up to rub his scent into the soft skin of her neck- her jaw, her cheek. 

“Thank you, Namjoon.” She whispers up at him, awe glittering in her eyes. All he can do to keep himself calm is not open his damn mouth, giving her a small smile and nod. It felt right, that’s all that matters. It’s not a big deal that he just scented an omega for the first time. 

-

With everything moving very fast in his book, Namjoon has finally decided to do some long awaited research. 

It’s quite easy to find blog posts and ‘asks’ on sites that are trying to reach out to others that share the same experience of ‘being gifted’. He reads through all of them, trying to understand why it all feels like it’s absolutely meant to be, instead of feeling forced and strange in unpleasant ways. 

‘I was gifted an alpha, one that I think is far too perfect for me- what do I do?’ 

Many hit far too close to home, and he takes even more time rereading those and their replies. 

‘I was gifted an omega and know of no one else, personally, that has had the same experience. I understand we connect just as I would with any omega that was to be my mate, but why is it so overwhelming and intense emotionally. It feels like I’ve known them forever.’

He scrolls through the replies, stopping to take all the information he can find into consideration. He starts with the top commenter, a reply that has over 5k thumbs up. 

‘Sadly, The Goddess and her ways are not scientifically researched and we cannot run tests on anything associated with Her. But, please know you’re not alone when you describe your experience. I have taught gender studies for the past 15 years and have gotten a question similar to this a few times- as well as read many writings containing interviews of mates containing a gift, doctors who have come into contact with those in the mated pairs, and even random users on social media such as you. I will always tell them the same thing. Do what feels right. Our second genders will always want to protect and claim when we find the one for us, that is no difference in this case. And even more special in these instances, you are to be a perfect match, making your scents and chemistry far more heavy and attracted to one another. I always recommend lots of communication and time to be put into these pairs, as your gift is learning so, so much and you now have a sort of responsibility to them. Our second genders make caring and dedication an easier adjustment, but these could go against your once beliefs, so I would say just make sure to take things at a pace that, again, feels right. Forcing space or uncomfortable time in between what is supposed to be a literal gift from The Goddess hurts you and your mate. Please read further if you are still confused, I’ll add some recommendations down below when I’ve compiled a list!’

Before he scrolls through the list of reading recommendations, he checks the replies to that specific comment. If there is someone talking about different instances, he can find some that want to talk about their experience under that post. He’s lucky, and finds a variety. Some say they waited until their partner’s rute or heat, while those gifted with a beta waited until their own mating cycles. That would give him time, he thinks. Others said the pull towards their partner was far too strong, making them immediately obsessed with each other in ways that they’ve never experienced before. 

As he scrolls and scrolls his phone ringing stuns him out of his focus. Seokjin is calling, which means-

“Yeah, hyung.” 

“Why did I just learn from Jimin that you have a gifted omega? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me.”

“It’s been…stressful trying to adjust.” A moment of silence has Namjoon checking the phone screen to see if his hyung hung up on him. Yep, he’s still on the line. And yes, he will be getting an earful. 

“You have your fated mate and you’re stressed? You- What are you doing having your omega spend time with another alpha while you’re at home working?”

“She wants to explore and try new things and I’m always holed up in here, hyung.” Namjoon says with more irritation than he wants to admit is adding up. “I can’t risk losing my job.”

“You are the company’s top producer, they could cut you some slack and give you time off while you deal with life-changing events.”

“No, no they won’t. I’m stuck in a contract that makes it impossible to have a sudden time-off. Everything I plan is at least 5 months in advance.”

“I’m going to tell you something right now that will pertain to multiple things in your life, maybe even all of them. Okay?” 

“Okay.” Namjoon sighs into the phone, staring at his computer where five emails just sent today are waiting for his response. 

“You’re talented and successful in ways that many could only dream of, but if it’s not working at this company, you need to try something else. If you need time to adjust to something and your work is heavily against you progressing in life, then you need to try something else. If you’re not happy, try something else. You understand?” 

It takes him by surprise every time Seokjin gets all fatherly on him. He’s never offered the same to Seokjin, but he also knows that his hyung would never want advice from a sour, work-obsessed, plan-crazy kid that doesn’t know how to have serious romantic relationships or even healthy relationships with anything in life. 

“I understand.” 

“Whatever you need help with, just let me know. Send over your contract and I’ll read it  over by this weekend. And Namjoon?”

“Yeah?” 

“Do you like her?” 

The question catches him off guard. Of course he does, she’s perfect. 

“Yes.”

“Act like it. Talk to her about more than just mundane life things, ask her questions, learn everything you can about her and please, dear Goddess, allow her to know you.”

“Yes, hyung.”

-

Jimin

“What is this place?” Y/N’s hands and nose are plastered to the passenger side window, looking out at the large rides and glittering lights that can be seen even in the afternoon. 

“My favorite place, an amusement park.” 

“What a fitting name, I’m very amused.” 

Jimin can’t help but be absolutely floored by the comment. She’s too precious, far more precious than him- and that says a lot. He parks in the large, annoying lot of the park and looks over to her to gauge if this is something she actually wants to do. 

“Good, because we’ll eat here and then ride some rides, sound good?” 

“Yes, please.” She immediately unbuckles and pops her door open to begin the long walk to the gates. 

After paying for two day passes and starting another journey to Jimin’s favorite food stall, he watches as Y/N takes in everything as if she’s going to be reciting every last ballon color spotted to Namjoon once we’re done. 

“So, this is your favorite place?” She suddenly looks to him to ask. 

“Uh, yeah, I came here a lot growing up and I still like getting my favorite snack and riding a couple rides like once a month.” He answers honestly. 

“How fun!” She again turns to continue eyeing whatever as they walk. Jimin is far too curious to keep quiet about their living arrangements, and how exactly Namjoon is coping with everything. He goes to ask, when Y/N gasps and meets a kid about seven feet in front of them and points at the ice cream cone in his hand. The swirls of the cone are a pastel blue that perfectly compliment the obvious vanilla white of the rest of the ice cream. The top of the cone is already lapped at, but it really does look good. 

“Where did you get that?” She asks, looking between the boy and their parent that holds their hand.

“‘Patty’s’, it’s just around the corner, big blue sign.” Their parent answers with a smile before continuing on with her small child also smiling up at Y/N.

“I really want to try that.” She turns to Jimin, more so asking than suggesting. How could anyone say no to her?

“You’re in luck, that’s where we were heading anyways.” Jimin sing-songs, leading the way to the small establishment. “Let’s eat first though, so we don’t get sick.” 

Jimin orders for them, Y/N content on sitting at their table to save the spot and look out the large windows at all the passersby. He doesn’t wait long, happily tapping away at his crossed arms as he leans against one of the walls. He brings the tray filled with goodies to the table, Y/N beaming up at him and then to the tray he's holding. 

"Wow, they all look so good. What is everything?"

"I think you'll find that Joon-hyung and I have similar taste- greasy, fattening, yummy foods. This is a corn dog, the least exciting. It's like a little kid's favorite food, easily palatable. These are spicy, sweet dipped chicken strips. Literally the perfect food- seasoned fries on the side. And the best for last, strawberry shortcake funnel cakes."

She eyes the food hungrily, trying to decide what to taste first. The look on her face is pure expecting excitement- he doesn’t understand how his hyung could pass up the chance to see her try new things again and again and again. She has a fresh new outlook on everything, and is excited to do everything. Even he can understand why she was gifted to him- but, would it even matter if he's too scared to allow himself to see the way she does? 

"Go ahead, try in the order I suggested. We'll half-sies everything so we don't get too full."

It's extremely easy for them both to finish. Y/N eats well and makes everything look like it tastes better than it does. He's happy to have someone that enjoys his favorites as well. After promising her an ice cream after their fun, they head off to their next destination. 

"Okay, now we walk to digest a bit and then, we ride."

"Eee! How exciting! What are they like?" She asks, looking up at the tall roller coaster nearest to them.

"Thrilling, scary, exciting. There are smaller ones and then, of course, the big ones. We'll start small just in case you don't like the adrenaline."

"Okay!"

-

Namjoon

It's already seven in the evening and Namjoon is actually done with his work early. He can't help but immediately hate his empty apartment, deciding to keep himself busy by preparing a late dinner. A large pan of pasta later, Namjoon gets tired of waiting and instead just calls Jimin. Luckily, his friend picks up immediately.

“Where are you guys at?” Namjoon asks, trying to hide his concern. 

“She won’t get off the damn swings hyung. We left the amusement park and, because I forgot to get her the ice cream I promised, we stopped at a small ice cream shop just for her to find a children’s park. I’ve been watching her swing for the past 15 minutes.” 

“Just tell her it’s late.”

“Again, she’s not a dog or a child, she just wants to have fun, I can’t say no to her.” Jimin explains.

‘I feel sick.’ Namjoon suddenly hears being yelled in the distance. 

“Shit, I think she’s gonna be sick, I gotta go.”

“No, don’t hang up-” The line clicks to show it’s disconnected. ‘Fuck’ he mumbles to himself before grabbing his keys and an extra jacket before leaving as quickly as possible. 

He doesn’t know where they are, but he can guess. Leaving the amusement park, there are about 15 dessert shops in the vicinity, and only one ice cream shop is close enough to a playground to be the right one. He finds Jimin’s car parked in front of the shop he guessed correctly, quickly unbuckling and bringing along his jacket to head to the park. 

“You’re going to be fine, just bend forward, put your head as close to your knees as you can. Oh- I smell hyung.” He hears them before he spots them, but quickly makes his way towards the voice to find Y/N sitting on the swing, now stationary and leaning forwards as far as possible. He quickly closes their distance, just about ignoring Jimin to kneel in front of Y/N. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asks as softly as possible, his instincts kicking in to assess her in ways that don’t even make sense in this situation. He’s holding onto her ankles and squeezing up her calves as if she hurt her legs, inspecting. Then he feels her arms, immediately putting the jacket around her as she is cold to the touch. 

“Mm-okay.” She mumbles to him, “I jus’ need a second.”

“Okay.” He stands, a glare pointed at Jimin without thinking twice about who he needs to point his anger and adrenaline towards. Jimin immediately puts his hands up. 

“Do not get scary alpha on me after I did what you told me to do. I made sure she didn’t get sick earlier, this time around she was just too fast for me to keep up with her.” He defends himself, causing Namjoon to calm down just the slightest. He gets a grip on himself, knowing he shouldn’t be mad at Jimin. He helped him and unknowingly showed him that he shouldn’t have let Y/N do this without him. He let her have fun and allowed her to try new things. He’s extremely thankful- he just needs to get a tighter grip onto his alpha. 

“I’m sorry. And thank you for spending time with her while I was busy. I will- I’m trying to change my work situation, so-”

“Well that’s good- just, just open up to her about things, yeah? And let some of this alpha out once in a while to fucking cool it a little.”

“Yeah, okay.” He will admit, he didn’t even think about how he’d act the second he got there. But he didn’t think he’d immediately point fingers and push some kind of blame onto the person he asked for help. “You can head home. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.” 

Namjoon sticks out his hand to wait for Jimin to plop his credit card into his hand. Jimin does so with a sad smirk, obviously thinking his hyung would forget something so crucial in the moment. 

“It’s okay. She’s sweet and she sees things differently, it was nice to feel excited about things again.” Jimin gives him a smile and a pronounced clap on his shoulder as he walks past Namjoon and in the direction of his car. “Can you get home safe?” He points a finger to Y/N. 

“Yeah don’t worry. Text me when you get home.”

“Same to you.”

Namjoon waits for Jimin to get to his car before turning back to Y/N, finding her in the exact same position. He again kneels in front of her, assessing her scrunched up face. He relies only on his instincts, letting his alpha take over more than he’s ever allowed. 

“Come here, I’ll carry you.” 

“What if I throw up on you?” Namjoon rolls his eyes with a smile, his alpha yearning to touch and soothe after their time apart. 

“I don’t care about throw up, I care about getting you home to be warm and safe. Plus, I have medicine at home to help your stomach.”

“Goddess it hurts.” Namjoon can’t help but be endeared by her in this state, soft and needy. 

“Come on.” He urges again, standing up to offer both of his hands to her. She looks up and immediately holds onto him, standing and putting the jacket on with a shivering sound. 

“Now, hold on tight.” It’s the only warning he gives before bending down and hoisting her up by the thighs. She gives a small noise but immediately seems to understand and wraps her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Her face digs into his neck without a second thought, causing Namjoon to stutter his steps. He corrects himself and heads for the car, happy to have her around him and snuggling into his warm skin. 

He misses the warmth immediately upon setting her into the passenger seat, and buckling her in so she doesn’t have to move a muscle. The ride is silent, allowing Y/N to rest and warm up with the heater on. Again, he hurries to her side of the car upon their arrival to the apartment. He picks her up again, this time she’s prepared and snuggling into him with comfortability- his neck immediately opens for her as if she’s always been there to carve a space for herself. On their way up to the apartment, his alpha is calmed down enough to talk more comfortably. 

“Did you have fun today?” He asks into her shoulder. 

“Mmhmm.” Her hum is felt in his skin, shooting down his spine to slather goosebumps onto his skin. 

“That’s good.” He breathes out. 

It’s silent again until he’s unlocking the apartment door with one hand holding onto her. She’s clinging onto him just as much as he is to her, so it’s easy enough. He shuts and locks the door, only letting Y/N down once they’re back in his bedroom. He sets her onto the bed. 

“Wait, I have outside clothes on.” She worries.

“Don’t worry, let me grab some medicine, stay there.” 

Though he promises to only return with medicine, he stops in the bathroom, starting up a warm bath and setting a towel out onto the counter before proceeding back to his room. 

“Here, you can just chew it, and then you can have a warm bath to help with the ache and to warm you up, yeah?”

“That sounds so good, Namjoon, thank you.” She takes the pink tablet from his hand, immediately popping it in and chewing it before heading for the bathroom. He clings onto the way she says his name, wishing briefly that he didn’t keep things casual for now- Goddess he wants to hear her call him her alpha once again.

“Call me if you need anything.” He says instead, turning to the bed to strip off the blanket he sat her on, making sure it was his own blanket when setting her down. He finds another blanket in his closet, replacing it and grabbing Y/N’s top blanket to throw in the dryer. He then stops at the kitchen, putting water into his electric water heater. He grabs one coffee mug, setting a tea bag into the cup and turning to his cooked dinner to put it away into tupperware for the next day. 

Once the tea is done, he brings the hot mug into his room to sit on her side of the bed. He sets out that same pair of sleep shirts he cleaned for her earlier that day and grabs another random shirt for her to slip on. He changes his own clothes, paying attention to the sound of a draining tub. Perfect timing. He turns to meet Y/N, her perfectly sweet scent, and her very bare arms and legs. He didn’t exactly think about that. 

“I’m sorry, go ahead and get changed, I’ll be in the living room.” He says without a second thought, heading out and plopping down onto the couch with a sigh. He’ll plan that better next time to make sure she’s as comfortable as possible. It doesn’t take long before she’s calling him in and he hurries to grab the blanket he warmed for her. 

“Here, so you can be even warmer.”  Y/N holds onto the blanket like he’s gifted her  something far more magnificent. Nothing he does will ever deserve this response, but he soaks it up anyways. 

“Thank you.”

“And there’s warm tea on your nightstand. Do you want anything else? Do you want something light to eat?”

“No. No this is perfect. I’m already feeling better thanks to you. But-” She looks down at the blanket she’s holding, seeming to figure out how to ask something. Namjoon waits, wanting her to take her time with whatever she needs. 

“Could I hug you? Is that something you wouldn’t be ready for?” Namjoon finds the question precious in timing. He had just suggested she cling to him earlier, allowing her to find comfort in him. He also appreciates her taking his feelings into consideration anyways. He can’t say he’s been obvious in his wants anyways- it’s been a constant push and pull in this short time, wanting to give in and not just to make sure he’s pure in all his feelings. 

Without answering verbally, Namjoon allows his alpha to take what he wants now that he has the consent from Y/N. He pulls her in with both of his arms, warm blanket squished between them and adding to the warmth that blooms in his chest. 

“I missed you.” She mumbles a sigh into his chest. 

“I missed you too.” He responds honestly. His sappy feelings and the come down from letting his alpha have more of a role in their relationship has him wanting to be more honest than ever. He can also thank Seokjin for that.

“Can I suggest another rule?” Namjoon asks, the two still clinging to each other. 

“Mmhmn.”

“Please let me know when you want something from me. I’m not used to being intimate in- anyway really. This is new to me, but I want to work to be better for you and to learn as much as I can. So, just let me know if there’s something I can do for you.”

Y/N pulls back to stare up at Namjoon with her arms still securely on his waist. Her soft features and emotional eyes search him for something he can’t figure out. 

“I appreciate everything you give me. I know that giving yourself to someone is hard in any case. You’re still a good alpha no matter what. I feel safe with you, and I want to learn everything about you. I just want us both to be comfortable- so please let me know if you need something from me as well. It’s 100/100, not 50/50.” 

Namjoon can’t help but bring his hand up to cup Y/N’s cheek, her eyes still glittering up at him. A soft smile pulls at her lips that draws Namjoon’s attention immediately. If he was far more reckless, or far more comfortable taking without devotion, Namjoon would kiss her there and then. But, he’d never think about giving her less than she deserves. Only by accident will he, and only before this moment will he. 

“You’re so pretty…and you’re far too good for me.” he whispers as his thumb caresses the skin of her cheek in gentle circles. She goes to open her mouth, probably to counter his statement. He speaks first. “I’ll learn to be good for you. I promise.” The statement has Y/N inhaling a shaky breath and keeps her silent for far longer than Namjoon realizes.  If he could, he'd sit and take in her lovely scent all night and all day, relishing in the feeling of happy omega and the fact that he's the one that did that. But, he knows it's already late and he has kept her from sleep for too long.

“Let’s get you to bed.” 

Despite the day and their confessions, their night is the same as the one before. Namjoon can’t let one day with fresh promises be this turning point that just allows him to be rewarded the gift that is Y/N in full. He must earn her in ways that he still needs to prove to her and himself. They will get there. They will get to a point where both Namjoon and Y/N take and give with practiced passion and love. Because that’s what she deserves.

[moss-is-very-normal]

Bullet shell + tiny bolt that fits inside the shell.

Bullet shell is from a shooting range, don't know if it's from one of my shots tho, since there were other people there.

Bolt I found like 20m away from home on the ground.

[holdinbacksecrets]

i second hannie soccer player bf au lol! <3

nearly there… here’s college jeonghan part 2. part 3 will finally feature ~soccer and get us one step closer to boyfriend >.< part 1

tw: mentions of blood

jeonghan saved you the seat beside him. it’s not something he’s ever done before; you’re usually early enough to slide into it without a second thought, but today is off. it’s easy for him to tell as you trudge into the lecture hall.

you rub your temple as soon as you’re seated, not realizing he removed his bag from the plastic just before you fell into it.

“rough morning?”

“you could say so.”

“does it have anything to do with our midterm paper?”

“is it kicking your ass too?”

“actually, i wrote it two weeks ago. our soccer schedule is complete marbles over the next couple weeks. it was easier to knock it out early.”

“complete marbles?”

“yeah, like bonkers or crazy. i don’t know, my sister says it, rubbed off on me.”

you smile, feeling fondness bloom. he hasn’t seen your smile since last friday when he noticed you in the stands at his game.

your intrigued hum is the only response he receives as the professor’s greeting quiets the room.

moments before class begins, jeonghan taps the edge of your desk, earning your attention swiftly. “let me know if you need a second pair of eyes.”

your laptop comes to life. its light coats your face and captures specks of amber in your eyes. “i thought you’re about to be busier than marbles?”

jeonghan bites his lip, and you realize how terribly you fumbled his words.

“writing a ten page paper and reading yours once it’s finished are two different things. i’ll text you my email.”

“thank you, jeonghan.”

your sleep deprivation serves as a darker cloud than the ones rolling past the window, pouring rain across your campus, darkening the pavement, and challenging the fountain on the north end as water threatens to spill over and flood a flowerbed.

jeonghan wants to say something else, tell you not to bother because he’ll send you a copy of his own notes, but that would be too much for one day— for one class.

he’s still figuring out what exactly is going on here because he knows about your roommate’s crush on seokmin, but is there another reason why you join her at every home game? is it more than friendly support?

he was hoping to see even the slightest glimpse of excitement from you this morning, whether it matched the handful of royal blue bows worn throughout the hall or be a shirt with your school’s name stitched into its cotton. his number on a jersey you can purchase at the bookstore was the best case scenario, but that would be marbles.

your next class is close to jeonghan’s. now that he’s switched to liberal arts, the two of you are seeing far more of each other.

“have you decided on a major yet?”

“not quite. i was thinking about anthropology, but my roommates gave me shit for that, asked what the hell i would do after graduation.”

“really? i didn’t take you as someone who bends so easily.”

“why’s that?”

your fingers wrap around the straps of your backpack, catching a loose thread on a hanging nail you hadn’t noticed in your morning rush.

“you seem so sure of yourself, so autonomous. our university has two hundred majors in the school of liberal arts, so i can’t say anthropology is without a doubt the right choice for you, but you like it. you like your red hair too right?”

“sure.”

“would you dye it back because your roommate said it looked like someone dipped you in gochujang?”

jeonghan’s lips spread into a smile, and you wonder if there’s a rainbow hanging above his head, if the clouds are parting.

“no, i wouldn’t.”

sunbeam.

“exactly.”

you reach the steps of Snow Hall, and jeonghan nods toward the stone building. “this is me.”

“and that’s me,” you reply smoothly, motioning to the hall covered in vines and moss.

“i’ll see you tonight? unless you plan on locking yourself up in your bedroom to write a midterm.”

“are you crazy? those soccer stands are far too tempting.”

“the soccer stands, huh?”

you smile before feeling a sudden pain from your finger, drawing your attention away from jeonghan. specks of blood appear where your nail had been snagged, and you take a step back.

“mhmm, i have a thing for cold metal. i’ll see you tonight.”

you’re moving away too quickly to catch his goodbye. it’s silenced by the resonant conversations of students walking by.

your finger is covered in blood by the time you make it to your seat. without a bandaid in sight, you have no other choice but to suck it away.

surely jeonghan had a bandaid in his backpack. he probably has an entire first aid kit beneath his books, right beside a few spoons, and extra blue bows in case a certain someone in his environmental ethics class ever needs one.

like a precognition, your phone vibrates: the administration office on the second floor has bandaids and lollipops. i’d stay away from the lollipops, though. pretty sure they expired in 1995.

[hahaifolded]

The Siren, the Cook, and the Sister (11)

Sanij x PirateHunter!FemReader (Masterlist) Chapter 11: A Sister and a House (Previous) (Next) Summary: You're reunited with your sister. Sanji sees where you live. Warnings: Depictions of Illness, Poor living conditions

"Okay, so here's the plan, Robin, Chopper, (Y/N), and I are going to the hospital while the rest of you take the Sunny to the other side of the island," recounted Nami. Due to the nearby marine base, the Strawhats were forced to stop before reaching the island's main docks.

"And why the other side of the island?" asked Zoro through a yawn.

"Well if you weren't too busy sleeping your life away, you would have heard our beautiful (Y/N)'s plan," scolded the cook. He rolled his eyes and continued, "her home is on the other side of island, away from any Marine eyes, so we're going to hide out there while she does want she needs to do... moss head." Sanji whispered that last part.

"Thank you, Sanji," you quickly added, immediately standing in between the two. You didn't want anything to delay today's disembarkment. After months out in the sea, you were going to see your sister again and give her a new lease on life one way or another.

"Okay then, so we'll see you guys later. Please, don't do anything stupid while we're gone," pleaded Nami. She turned to you three, leaving the boys to fend themselves. Robin activated her devil fruit, and created a bridge of arms for you all to walk on. Grabbing your chest, you made your way across the arms.

The second you reached the mainland, you started to run to the hospital. Your three companions right behind you. If you weren't so excited, you would have walked but you have waited far too long for this. And thankfully, Robin, Nami and Chopper seemed to understand as they just laughed and ran alongside you.

In no time, you three reached the marine hospital. The Strawhats hid in a bush while you made your way inside and talked to the front desk. After making the full payment, they allowed you in, sending you up to the 5th floor of the building.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in," announced a feeble voice. You rushed in, throwing your mask off. The little girl that took up less than half of the bed immediately shot up, squealing your name in joy. You ran to the bed and pulled her in a full body hug.

"You're back," she said while in your arms. Of course, I'm back. I'll always come back for you, you thought as you affectionally rubbed her head with yours. After holding each other for a bit, you let go and grabbed your mask.

Once it was secured on your face, you made your way to the window. "And guess what I found along the way?" you announced. You popped the window open and waved your hand out of it. Before your sister had a chance to ask what, a giant hand holding three people appeared in front of the window.

Robin, Nami, and Chopper crawled through the opening. You quickly scanned to see if anyone saw, shutting it once the coast was clear. You turned back to see your sister's jaw touching the bed. Got her!

"Ta-da!" you cheered, waving your arms around the three Strawhats. They smiled and waved at your sister who just sat in shock. Your three companions took the room in, taking note of the wood nightstand which was littered with various small bottles, the IV bag that was connected in your sister's arm, and the various posters and newspaper clippings that adorned the room's walls.

Thankfully, Robin took the initiative and walked towards the little girl. "Long time no see, little one," she gently said, taking a seat on the side of her bed. Your sister immediately hugged her and asked you if it was really the woman who saved you all those years ago.

"In the flesh," you smiled, "I ran into Robin and her crew at my last stop and they were nice enough to give me a ride back." Nami glanced at you, grateful for your condensed story of what had transpired.

"Really nice to meet you! Your sister has told us so much about you. I'm Nami," said the navigator. She sat at the edge of the bed. Your sister, still holding Robin, looked at Nami and waved.

"And I'm Chopper!" added the young doctor who stood near the IV bag, inspecting it.

Out of joy, your sister let go of Robin and squealed, "Oh my god! You're so much cuter in person!"

"No, I'm not, you dumb girl," complained Chopper who did a little dance. Your sister laughed at the reindeer's antics. You felt tears at the corner of your eyes. It's been awhile since you've seen your sister smile so brightly.

Your sister moved her head back and forth, almost in search of something. "Where's the rest of them?" she asked.

You laughed. "Wow, is three not enough?" You sat next to Nami as your sister pouted. "They're back home, but don't worry. You'll get to seem them... once you're cleared after your surgery." Her eyes grew in size. "Yep, after tomorrow, you'll be cured," you assured her.

Before anyone could celebrate, your sister began to aggressively cough. The Strawhats pulled back as you rushed to your sister's side. You grabbed a glass of water on her nightstand and lifted it against her lips. After pushing her to take small lips, your sister's coughing eventually settled down. You ushered her to lay down as she slowly caught her breath.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay. Save your energy. After tomorrow, you can cheer, talk, play all you want. Just wait," you cooed. Your sister argued back as she wanted to still talk with Robin, Nami, and Chopper.

"And you will. Just sit back and let us tell you about our trip with your sister here," reasoned Robin who returned to her side. Nami and Chopper joined Robin on your sister's bed. That seemed to calm your sister as she settled in her bed, waiting for the the story to start. You looked at the sight before and felt extreme gratitude for everything in your life right now.

-- -- --

"Are we there yet?" whined Luffy. After docking the boat, the rest of the Strawhats slowly made their through the forest where your house sat.

"Almost... I think I see it straight ahead actually," announced Franky. With that, Luffy ran forward, excited to see the home of a real life robot.

"Oi, Luffy!" scolded Sanji. The rest of the Strawhats just shook their head in either amusement or disappointment at their captain's antics.

However, Sanji couldn't completely judge his captain as he too was excited to see your home. He imagined to see a cottage that exuded love and warmth, a home that he always wished for growing up. With the way you care for your sister, he assumed that your home would also emulate that same level of attention. As they got closer to your home, Sanji felt his heart beat faster in his chest. Just a few more steps and we'll be at lovely (Y/N)'s ho--.

"Is that it?" asked Zoro. Sanji looked up and saw a sad sight. Instead, of a glorious home, a barren, husk of a house stood in the middle of the clearing. The house slightly sagged to its side, windows shattered with plants slowly making their way through them. Luffy poked out of from the back, confusion written all over his face.

"It has to be. It's exactly where she said it would be," informed Jimbei, uncertainty laced in his voice. That being all the confirmation he needed, Luffy kicked the front door open.

"ROBOT HOUSE!" he squealed as he ran in. Sanji ran right behind him, but froze when he stepped inside. Inside the house sat a small bed in one corner, a rusty stove in the other, and absolutely nothing else. It seemed like there used to be more furniture at one point but all that was left of it was marks on the floor.

"It's bare bones in here... just like me, yo-ho-ho-ho." Brook, Jimbei, Franky, and Zoro followed the two inside and also stilled by the sight before them.

Jimbei spoke up, "I didn't expect to see the girl's home look so--"

"-Sad," finished Zoro. Everyone stood in silence, unsure on what to say or think really. Sanji felt so confused. Is this really where you live with your sister?

Suddenly the sound of a machine whirring broke everyone out of their trance. Sanji turned around to see Franky's hand replaced with a drill. "Well, don't just stand there. Let's do something about this," announced Franky. He immediately began to shout orders for some to get wood, others to tear down the walls, and the rest to buy supplies from the town.

Sanji immediately got to work. He was ready to give you and your sister the home that you both deserved.

Word Count: 1481

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Author's Notes: Hey y'all, sorry that this is a late chapter! Took me a bit longer to write out this chapter, but we did it!

Honest question, was the sister reunion long? I feel like it was a little long but I feel like it goes back to me not being such a big fan of OC. Like I think it was necessary here to see the reader (you) interact with this sister that you've been on about for awhile. But like was it interesting to read? Let me know!

Also should I name the sister? I can not name her but if it's easier for y'all or even you just want a name for the sister character, let me know! We're about to reach another plot point here so before it happens, would love to know know if she needs a name or not!

[blorbologist]

gwendolyn, trick or treat >:3

Treat! Gwennie deserves it after her scare last episode <3 Ended up being more all the de Rolo kids - Vesper, but! :D

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Lady de Rolo does not look up from her ledgers as a faint giggle reaches her ears. Her attention thus captured, she notes the faint rasp of carpet as little shoes dart over them, and the rustle of a light dress.

Vex taps off the excess ink and smiles to herself. Oh, Gwen is getting good.

Just because she still enjoys a good hunt she gives her daughter a head start, waits until even her sharp hearing can’t find any sign of life but Trinket’s snores by her feet. Careful not to wake him, she slips from her desk and pads out of her office, door left ajar. Usually the children take it as an invitation to seek her out if they want her - one always does, and it never fails to make her feel richer than she is - but it also helps her keep tabs on their antics. 

Tracking indoors used to be Vax’s thing, not her own. But Whitestone castle is as familiar as any forest; the pale stone cliffside, the wooden doorway a tree, the rugs moss and lichen. Just as populated with bears as any she’s foraged in, courtesy of Trinket and his cubs. Vex smiles, inhales cold air and end-of-season flowers and old varnish. Just as much her home, if not moreso.

It’s easy enough to follow the hall, gets more interesting once it merges into another and passes by a few rooms. Vex has to slow her pace and - there! a trace in the carpet. Up the stairs to the right, then. White catches her eye - a handprint just the size for her youngest. 

From there, she knows exactly where Gwendolyn was off to.

Under her breath, Vex mouths a prayer to Pelor that Cassandra taught them all about the secret passages. If she wasn’t familiar with the hideholes in the wall, even she might be at a loss for where her daughter ended up.

But as it is, it’s trivial to pause, listen to the stifled snickers and mutters of her children, and push in the engraving that unlatches the hidden door.

Eyes, so many eyes, gleam back at her for a brief second, her little nest of raccoons. Most of them shut the moment the light hits them - all but Gwendolyn, grinning up at her, with a neat row of doughnuts ringing her tail.

Oh, that’s a new one.

“Children,” Vex scolds. She’s gotten very good on biting on her smile. “What have I told you about stealing from the kitchen?”

Dan gulps. Powdered sugar falls from his mouth, which he hastens to dab away with a sleeve. “We didn’t steal, Mum. That’s why we sent Gwen.”

The littlest de Rolo frowns, turning on her older sister, nestled in the back. “But you said it’s because I’m the littlest and have to listen to -”

“You’re just so charming,” Lenoa interrupts, taking a sweet impaled on her sister’s horns. She chews - with her mouth closed, at least - and meets Vex’s unimpressed look with a shrug. “What? She is. You know mister Darrence can’t say no to her! She’s spoiled!”

“Am not!”

Time to cut that short: “Those,” says Vex’ahlia, “were for the dinner tonight. You’ll all ruin your appetite, and we’ll have nothing to enjoy after supper.”

Wolfe clears his throat. “Sorry, Mother. Um…” He extends sticky fingers, holding up a yet untouched doughnut. “Want one?” 

Well. She has been working all day. And, on second glance, it looks very cozy in there: they’ve pilfered blankets and pillows, a teddy for good measure. It would be a shame to have tracked down her quarry only to leave empty handed.

“Scoot over,” Vex says.

(The children wail complaints that there’s no room. Well! Not with that attitude there isn’t.)

🎃Trick or Treat! Send me an ask and you'll get a trick (angst) or treat (fluff) ficlet in return! 🎃

[the-snake-and-the-steel]

"Achilles??"

Odette knocks on his door, trying to not slam their fists against it like most people normally need to in order to grab his attention from in there.

Achilles doesn't open the door. They knock again, a bit louder. This time, the familiar click and creak sound out from the inside as the door opens and light penetrates the shadows inside.

The two stand nearly face to face as he looks up at them and slowly blinks, expression void as ever. Odette crosses their arms.

"Yume's garden is missing. She is distraught and currently looking everywhere for it.... And you, as you were the last to accompany her. Hexe destroyed the garden, yes?"

He nods.

"Do you know where it is?"

Achilles hesitates before opening up the door more and stepping aside.

Odette steps into the room; this is probably their third least favorite room, given the tower it's in and how closely it resembles the dungeon. His bed looks like it's been made but slept on top of for years. There's dust covering the few pieces of furniture, and the chandelier above is shattered.

The only true source of is the candle on the desk, which flickers gently and reveals flashes of green and pink to Odette. Their eyes widen in surprise.

"After Hexe destroyed it, I figured perhaps I still could fix it for Yume. I used to do that a lot, in the real world," he mutters, walking over to his chair and sitting down. Odette reluctantly follows, the uneven, rocky ground serving awfully for their balance.

Achilles uses a spoon to shovel some dirt up, before placing one of the mini trees back into place and packing the dirt back around it. He covers the patch with a little moss, making sure it fades well into the rest of the ground.... Odette can see sections of the wall where he scraped the moss from.

The two sit in silence as Achilles continues to work... Odette hasn't seen him engage in anything like this since before Hexe, and even then they're sure that back then he would have laughed it off as 'childish' or 'unimportant.'

"Are you just going to watch or are you going to yell at me for what I said to Yume?"

"That was my initial idea, yes. But yelling has never really had an effect on you. By now I am plenty sure you know what you did was wrong and are ashamed."

Achilles nods, a bitter undertone washing through his blank face as Odette sits on the bed..... they note that compared to their own, it feels like wood.

"Truly, I just.... I simply do not understand, and I doubt anyone in this kingdom could. Just because she has the understanding of an adult does not mean you can vent to her as one, she is still a child."

Another silent nod.

"You have been unwilling to tell most about this, in fact as far as I know she and maybe 'her' are the only ones who know. Hexe found out by incident, if I remember correctly. Yet you turn around and tell the one member of the kingdom who you absolutely should NOT be telling any of that stuff! What were you thinking, unloading such weight on a child?"

"........"

"Well???"

"I didn't realize what I did until she left. I got lost in my mind, in the words. It's not an excuse, I understand that, but once I started, I...... I couldn't stop myself."

Odette looks out at the blocked out window, covered by bricks that don't match the rest of the interior.

"I think she heard it as well."

"..... heard what?"

"The sounds."

"What sounds?"

"The sounds of the crash."

As soon as the word 'crash' leaves his mouth, Odette's ears prick to something distant and hollow..... screaming. No.... squealing?

"What was that?" They look around frantically, confused.

"That was one of the sounds," Achilles replies, staring at the almost finished garden in front of him. He sets down his tools and faces Odette.

Odette feels a shiver run down their spine. They hadn't heard a sound like that since they were young...... what was it again, what was it.....

Suddenly they realize.

Tires.

"..... Achilles. Tell me what happened. Tell me now."

"You'll hear all the sounds as well. You won't look at me the same way. It's not pretty."

"I often attempt to refrain from talking about this, but I have experienced many harsh trials in my life, Achilles, that I would say have brought me resilience to hearing of most things. I do not take pride in that, per say, but I know if no one else can listen know, I certainly can. Perhaps it would help you-"

He gives them a skeptical, annoyed glance.

".... alright, maybe it would not help... but it would ensure you are not carrying such a burden fully alone. Someone would understand a bit more."

He's quiet for a long, long time. Odette holds their breath, both hoping and dreading to know this information. Maybe it's much worse than they thought.

"... I don't know where to start."

Their heart skips as they simultaneously sigh a breath of relief. This is actually going to happen.

Achilles speaks up again before Odette can. "You had a family, correct?"

".... I did, yes."

He closes his eyes. "I was getting ready to start one with my wife."

".... you had a wife?"

Achilles nods and looks up at the ceiling, leaning back in his chair. "... Galene. We met at college, and she was my tutor at first. I always was working through life, quickly, feeling like I had to do something.... but not with Galene. The silent moments in each others' company were worth more than the world, more than the galaxy, more than every star in the night sky. Her company settled the waves of thoughts crashing into my mind into calm, elegant seas that were still hardly comparable to her grace and tranquil nature."

He smiles, such a lovesick yet heartbroken grin filling his face. "The day we got married, I sobbed at the altar, watching her walk down the aisle with that shy, loving grin that I always wanted to be the cause of. I wanted to give everything to her, and I worshipped the very ground she walked on and the air she breathed. No amount of words in any language could describe her and the peace she brought to my life."

Odette looks up at the shattered chandelier as Achilles describes Galene..... he talks with more pure love and emotion than he had ever once expressed. She can almost feel that calm presence he spoke so highly of, easing the room around them.

His smile grows more.

"And then...... we found out we were expecting."

Odette's eyes light up, forgetting the heaviness of the situation for a moment. "You were going to have a child?!"

Achilles chuckles, thinking back on the memory fondly.

"I was about your age, 32. Seeing the test and Galene's smile was the second greatest day of my life.... doctors said it would be a miracle if she would be able to have a child. Our praises to the heavens and gods above that day were endless. We were going to be parents. I was going to be a father."

Odette feels their smile grow.... he was married. And a to-be father.

....

Was.

His smile starts to fade. Odette hears something in their ears again.... the low, nostalgic hum of a car.... followed by some faded voices.

"We learned we were going to have a girl... me, Galene, and her sister Maharene, all in the ultrasound room. Maharene was more like me. She was loud and confident and oh so protective of her sister.... a fighter. Never afraid to speak her mind... we fought sometimes, but she ended up being my best friend."

They nod slightly as one of the voices grow clear.

"@;#>@^×, keep your eyes on the road!"

"We were driving home from the clinic where we learned our baby's gender... and I was talking with my friends. They wanted to meet up for drinks and games at our favorite bar that night."

"Were you... calling them?"

"No.... texting."

Odette felt their blood run cold. They had forgotten what texting was until that point.... and also the horrors of what happened when people texted and drove.

They suddenly realize what must have happened. Suddenly, knowing this doesn't feel like such a good idea anymore.

A flash of green passes by in Odette's vision, as Achilles closes his eyes. He barely seems to realize they're there anymore, just talking to no one in particular.

"Texting while driving was the one habit Galene couldn't get me to fix, I thought I was a natural. Maharene nearly slapped the phone out of my hand that day. Galene stopped her but kept telling me to get off the phone. I didn't. I kept trying to make plans with my friends."

Odette blinks slowly, and the vision of a car interior down a road fills their mind. The voices are louder and clearer.

"@;#>@^×, get off the damn phone, you almost hit that lady!!!"

"Please, you can message them when you get home, just- please- get off the phone!"

"And I didn't."

The pleading gets louder, as well as the sounds of the car.... Odette feels their breath escape them and mind grow dizzy. They feel like they can't open their eyes, and every direction looks wrong and distorted. Somewhere in the distance, they hear Hexe's taunting laughter.

"I didn't see the intersection. And I didn't notice the red light as I typed out my message."

"HONEY- PLEASE!!!"

"@;#>@^× PAY FUCKING ATTENTION!!!"

Odette sees the shape of a large pickup truck appear from the right side of the vision.... it appears so fast they hardly have time to react.

"@;#>@^×!!!!"

*CRASH*

......

.....

....

...

..

.

Odette gasps as the vision vanishes, not realizing they were blocking their right side. It ended right as the truck made contact.... right as the crash rang out. It looked so real. It sounded so real. It felt so real.

Hexe cackles loudly from afar, a bitter sound added to the ringing in their ears. They look over to see Achilles staring straight ahead at the wall, tears rolling down his horrified face.

"The next thing I see is Galene with half her head missing, and her stomach burst open.... something with one of the truck parts stabbed right through her. Her lap was a mess of guts and what I assumed was Halia..... for once, I didn't recognize her."

His voice is low and dry, as if forcing his vocal cords to work.

"I killed everyone in that crash. The driver.... Maharene... Galene and our daughter. Everyone. I was the only one who lived. And I spent half our savings trying to save any one of them.... but they were all dead on impact."

"It led to prison for 8 years. During that time, everyone in our hometown learned of what happened. I lost everything. Everyone left me. My family. My friends. My job. The rest of our savings. Everything and everyone."

Achilles looks down, voice catching on a sob as he stares at his hands.

"They told me to stop. They told me to put it away. It was only a 20-minute drive, I could have waited. But I didn't. I didn't listen."

Odette feels sick to their stomach. They don't have a good response.... how does one even go about responding to such a thing?

"I think she left me in the afterlife.... I don't feel Galene around me anymore. The silence is just.... silence. No comfort. No love. Just a deafening reminder of what I did. Only reason I didn't kill myself and join her was because it all felt too.... easy. I didn't deserve to see my family again like that. I couldn't."

Odette swallows back a cry and whispers, barely audible.

"... how did you... end up here then? You didn't remember anything when you got here, right?"

Achilles somewhat realizes Odette is still listening. He's a bit surprised they're still there.

"No. I heard that one of my coworkers, who died a while back, his son had taken this job and gone missing... heard sketchy things about that company, figured it was time to die and I'd let them choose how to do it. Not like anyone would care if I disappeared. So I went in, faked some things, got the job."

"The day they put the headset on, I was on some pills that fuck with memory for a bit. Guess it fucked with the headset too.... 'cause I was back to how I was. And I couldn't remember a damn thing."

Odette nods. They remember how Achilles used to be..... bold, brave, loud, confident, cocky... some would even say a bit insufferable. He still played his role of "hero" perfectly, helping people however they needed and not resting until the job was complete. He and Icia shared that sentiment with each other.

"How did you remember...? Was it because of Hexe?"

"No. Dunite."

Odette's quiet for a moment.

".... Dunite?"

"I was curious to know. Everyone was talking about their old lives and... I couldn't remember any of mine. So I asked if she could do something about it.... she could. And she did. Remembering everything all at once was probably worse than any punishment Hexe could dish out."

"I've tried every way under the sun to undo that spell. You've seen the extremes I've resorted to." He stares at his wrists, faded scars along the length of his forearms. "Though, now that you know, can you really blame me...? You'd want to die too if you were forever subjected to remembering the worst mistake of your life, over and over, every minute of every day. You stop fearing seeing your victims in heaven and just want to go to your punishment in hell."

Achilles stares ahead, tears falling onto the greenery of the garden. All the emotion is completely overwhelming him, talking about such an event in depth after so long of keeping silent.

"Every day... every hour... every minute.... every second. I just remember it all and ask myself why. Why didn't I listen...? Why did I think it'd be fine...?"

"Why did I do it....?"

Odette says nothing.

Achilles adds the finishing touches to the restored garden. "Look... I'm not sorry for hiding this, but I am sorry for letting it spiral into this. Yume didn't deserve to hear all of that..... neither did you, although you were persistent. I wish you weren't, It doesn't benefit anyone in any way..... though, I suppose someone understanding a little more makes this kingdom feel a little more like something of a home again. A little less foreign and cold.... even if that's really all this place is now.

"......."

He picks up the garden and turns in Odette's direction without looking up at them. "You should probably bring this back to Yume now...... she didn't deserve to hear all of that. She's a child. Doesn't matter her maturity.... I shouldn't have told her any of that, and I'm hoping this can serve as something of an apology to her. She'll probably know that it was me. She always knows."

He finally looks up at Odette. They're staring at him with the widest, most heartbroken eyes he's ever seen on another person, face stained with blackish tears that soak into their shaking hands folded in their lap. They shake as they swallow a little, trying to hide the sheer devastation on their face. It's a sight that catches Achilles very, very off guard.

"..... Ode...?"

They glance away and wipe their tears with a hand, taking a few shaky breaths and nodding.

"... I'm alright."

"... No, you're not. Don't hide it. No one is okay just... hearing all that. Especially when they see and hear exactly what I'm talking about."

They look back up at him, fresh tears taking their place down their face. Achilles gives them a grief-filled smile. A smile of no happiness, no joy.... simply hollow, dead, unending pain and grief.

"..... I'm so sorry, Achilles. I'm so sorry for you and your wife and y-your daughter and...." They try to continue before their voice catches on a sob, and Achilles holds up a hand.

He shakes his head. "Be sorry for them.... not for me. It's my burden. This is...." He lowers his head, tears lightly plinking against the stone ground. "This is my fault, and my consequence. It doesn't make up for what I did... but if I can't get them back, what's the point of trying to make it better....? It won't get better. I've accepted that. You should, too... being sad over me won't make a difference. Just gives you one more thing to worry about."

He offers them a hand, and after a few seconds, they take it and stand uneasily. Achilles carefully places the fixed garden in their arms.

"Bring this to Yume.... she'll appreciate it."

"... what about you?"

"I'll do what I always do. Like I said, talking about this doesn't make it better for me. Just makes the memories a bit louder," he replies.

They nod and look down at the garden.... it looks good as new. Even the fish are alright and happy.

".... are you going to be alright?"

".... in due time, yes. Will you...?"

"I suppose as okay as I can be." He still has tears slowly rolling down his face. "Go see Yume now.... she's probably looking for you. And one more thing.... please don't tell anyone. This is one bit of gossip I don't want getting to Mirobelle and the twins."

They nod slightly; not that they would even think of letting such a private, horrifying secret reach anyone else's ears. After a few seconds, Odette sets the garden on the bed and approaches Achilles, pulling him into a hug.

He noticeable freezes in their arms as a choked sob escapes their lips.... the hug only lasts a few seconds before they pull back and attempt to smile at him.... it's more like a grimace.

".... farewell for now, Achilles. T-thank you for this talk... I... I hope to see you again soon."

They pick up the garden once more and walk out of the room, desperately trying to stop their tears as the light from the hallway almost blinds them.

Achilles just stares at the open door for a few seconds before looking down at the ground.

A small chuckle escapes his mouth.

It turns into heavy laughter.

And then melts into agonizing, mournful sobs as he falls to his knees, the blunt force of memories whaling on his mind.

(I'm sorry... I'm sorry..... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry....)

Achilles continues to wail out for his lost family, alone in his room, wishing for nothing more than to undo what was done or pay the cost for it with his life.

A price he will never be able to pay.

Meanwhile, the sound of heavy footsteps walking away from the hall rings out from an unknown location.

[fathersothoth]

Welcome to Church of Lost Souls

((Everything in this blog is all fiction and it does not reflect the author's view on religion. This askblog might contain some horror and dark content)

A pale priest sits down on his seat and begins to sort out his papers in proper order, "A blessed day, mortal brothers and sisters. You may call me Father Sothoth or Father Yog Sothoth. I'm here to answer any questions about our Lord Jesus and listen to any confessions you might have. All of them would be transferred into this wooden box right here."

He pats the wooden box right next to his desk. " Before you put something in this ask, we have to establish some ground rules, all written by a mortal only to be known as Q. Once again, thank you for coming to this humble abode."

Lore Tidbits (could change in time)

He is the ancestor of Francis Mosses, believe it or not. He was a mortal in the medieval times and had a child. That child had children etc. until we got to Francis Mosses. Also applies to Anastacha as well.

Quachil Uttaus is his daughter from Ishtar Ereskigal from an unholy ritual.

He is no longer associated with Ishtar Ereskigal but he does look kinda fondly at their times.

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This askblog has a lot of religious and horror themes. If you are not comfortable with it, it's best you go elsewhere.

I can do some NSFW stuff. However, I'm not going too explicit with it as I'm still not comfortable RP'ing with it yet. It would fade to black if that were to happen. All NSFW stuff would be tagged as #forgive thy sins. Respect this rule please!

Any ask that is hateful towards any race, gender, sexual orientation etc. goes out the bin. The Church of Lost Souls accepts anyone no matter what race, creed or orientation you are.

Any controversial asks would not be answered.

Remember that I might take longer to answer as I do have life.

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