#You know. I really don't know why I chose this path but hey. This is canon to this timeline now

[candy69gurl]

Y/N is a sorcerer and Gojo's student Geto and Gojo are discussing something important while Y/N interrupts them.

Bad luck Y/N .. Well is it really 𝒃𝒂𝒅?

Warnings:

Threesome

Sensei kink

Manipulation

Explicit smut

Minor rape

Double penetration

BOKU NO STUDENT

Your heart skips a bit when you think of interacting with your sensei. Sweat trickles down your forehead.You place a hand on your thumping heart.

You are always nervous when it comes to talking to him.

It's only been a few months since you met him but you find him quite attractive. He asked you to join jujutsu because you can see curses which you willingly did.

Like who has the audacity to say no to him..

Whenever he tries to talk and his lips part, whenever he stares at you through his blindfold and laughs childishly, whenever he compliments you ... It just turns you on so badly but you know Gojo will never see you in that sense so you try to ignore your feelings for him...

But deep down you know you want him ...

Let's do this Y/N.

You knock at the door.

"Sensei", you say slowly, "It's me Y/N".

The door opens and Gojo's face lights up. "HEY Y/N!", he says gesturing me to enter.

"No it's fine I-I just wanted to give this to you".

You hand him the bag containing Gojo's fav Kikufuku.

An unwanted blush appears on your face.

"Why did u bring this?", he asks you with a confused look.

"You don't like it ?", you ask back looking concerned.

"NOOOOOO I LOVE IT BUT I WAS JUST WONDERING WHY WOULD YOU BRING IT FOR ME...TODAY'S A SPECIAL DAY huh?" ,

"No it's just I was passing by the store and I thought about bringing some for you."

"So thoughtful of you Y/N", Gojo says as he looks through the bag you gave him "Smells wonderful!"

Your face heats up when you hear your name escaping your sensei's damn lips.

SHIT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOWWWW...

"I think I should get going", you flash a smile.

Just as you turn back to return, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"No wait you would love to meet someone ", he says with cheeky grin on his face.

"Uhm who?", you ask peeking inside his home.

"Come in", he pushes the door further for you to enter.

You enter your sensei's home and then into the room where your eyes meet an unfamiliar pair of black eyes.

He is sitting on the middle couch. He is a tall, slim man with long black hair partially tied up behind his head while the rest drapes down his back. He has small black eyes and he is wearing a fairly large circular earring.

He smirks and looks down.

Gojo taps your shoulder and places the bag you gave him on the small table and you are brought back to reality. You look at him confused and speechless.

"I can't kill them----they are humans... I can't do this", you say .

Your hands start shaking as you clutch the knife more tightly.

"No, they are not...You know Y/N... Sometimes you need to choose what's right even if that leads to the loss of your loved ones", Gojo says looking at the sky.

"Huhhhh...I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU", you say as the curse approaches you.

"Look at me Y/N", Gojo says as you turn to look at him.

He unties his blindfold and you stare into his mesmerizing blue eyes. "Kill it", he says with a stern look pointing at the curse.

It is for the first time you are seeing his beautiful blue crystalline eyes...

You take a deep breath and insert all your curse energy into the knife and flung it at the curse.

Within a seconds it dies after getting hit by your knife.

You turn to Gojo who is clapping at your success.

"Congratulations Y/N, you did it", he says approaching you.

He puts his hand inside his pocket and gives something to you. It's a picture of him and a guy with black hair.

"Who's this sensei?", you ask looking at the picture.

"It's Geto my ex-best friend...We had to go our separate ways.."

"Why?"

"He is a bad person. He chose a path different from mine", he says walking past me smiling, "Come now we should go".

"WAAAAAAAAAAIT UPPPPPPP DONT LEAVE ME ALONE HERE", you say trying to catch up with him

"I kn-ow what you are thinking...But don't get me wrong", Gojo says

"But you said he is a bad person", you say that aloud which wins you a scuff from Geto.

"It's not nice to talk bad about people when you don't know about them", Geto says.

HIS VOICE IS SO SOOTHING.

"Yes Y/N, bad girl," Gojo says pouting like a baby.

You look at him with rage "stop humiliating me you lied to me", you whisper to him.

Gojo sighs and sits on the couch beside Geto. "Come sit Y/N", he says and you sit on the couch on the other side of Geto...

Geto's sharp eyes fall on you as if he is observing something.

Your attention falls on Gojo opening the bag...He takes a Kikufuki out and starts eating it, "So good. Oh btw Y/N meet Geto Suguru..and he is not a good man".

Bruh

"Gojo shut up you are worse than I am", Geto says snapping at Gojo.

You smile at their childishness.

"Just kidding haha and this is Y/N my favorite and lovely student. ", Gojo says.

WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT OMGGG EBAHARHJSHHS HE COMPLIMENTED MEEEEEEEE

You blush hard biting your lower lip and smile as you look down hiding your face from them.

"So respectful and obedient", he says in a lower tone.

Your pupil dilates. You can feel him smirking even if you are not looking at him.

"Y/N, tell me something", Geto suddenly speaks to you.

You raise your head and face him...

"Yes, sir"

Gojo almost chokes on his food.

"No call me Geto... Not 'sir'", he says with a grin as he asks for a kikufuku from Gojo ..Gojo gives him one and Geto passes it to you...

"Okay, Geto thank you".

He winks at you and asks for other kikufuku from Gojo without moving his eyeballs which are fixed on you.

"OKAY SO WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO ASK HER?", Gojo says after finishing all the kikufuku . His playful tone offsetting the unbearably tense atmosphere between you and Geto...

"So tell me Y/N...",Geto interjected before Satoru could say anything more, staring you down with a gaze that made your skin crawl.

You hum in reply.

"YOU RESPECT THIS MORON?", Geto suddenly bursts out laughing.

"huh-?", You give him a ;-; look

"He does not even deserve to be called sensei", Geto says wiping his tears as he laughs hard.

"SHUT UP GETOO...She is a good girl... WAIT YOU ARE JEALOUS", Gojo says casually.

Under most circumstances, you could keep your cool. But, right now, it is like your body isnt cooperating. Your feel too unsteady, your cheeks hot, your stomach knots up.

"She does not know stuff about you... Does she?", Geto threatens...

Stuffs about Gojo?

"Soooo... Y/N", Gojo says ,"We were planning something before you arrived"...

Geto looks at Gojo and Gojo rises from his sit...

"So Y/N as u r my most trusted student, I should tell you this..", Gojo says with a serious face.

"Tell me what?"

"Geto shall I say her?", Gojo winks at Geto.

WTF WHY THE WINK

"You sure she is trustworthy?", Geto replies...

"Yup trustworthy and cute", Gojo replies and winks at you...

WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DID HE JUST SAY?

You could not believe yourself. You are unable to say anything.

Geto says, "So ... We shall be going on a secret mission... Actually we want to ruin you"

"yuga- I meant a curse .. CURSE", Geto says rectifying himself

"Shut up Geto lemme tell her.. Can't even speak in the right way...Tsh", Gojo says annoyed..."So Y/N .. Yea he can't speak well don't mind him...He is an idiot .. Let me tell you...We shall be conducting a secret mission and we need a strong girl... I think you are perfect for the task."

"REALLY MEEE??????????????", You yell in excitement.

Miwa will be so jealous of me...I know she likes sensei too but I m going to spend more time with him and remain his favorite yeyyyy...

"Yup you", he says coming closer to you.

"You sure about that Gojo? I don't think she can... The work requires lot of courage", Geto says tilting his head to his side and observing your body...

"Y/N, You can do it right?", Gojo says as he stands next to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

You look up at Gojo. He has already removed his blindfold. His hypnotising blue eyes forcing you to answer in affirmative.

"I-think I-

You can do it Y/N

I can do it sensei", you say as you lift your chin to face Gojo who is now looking at you with a cheesy smile.

"She says she can," Gojo says looking at Geto.

"I need proof", Geto says in reply.

"You will prove it to Geto right?", Gojo says bending towards you "Y/N", you could feel his hot breath touching your neck.

Nerve pulsating at the back of your throat still you manage to speak, "What do I have to do sensei to prove myself?"

"Well follow me", he says leading you to his bedroom?

Geto follows us.

Reaching there, you look at Gojo confused...

Gojo sits on his bed and asks you to sit beside him.

You do as he says and Geto sits beside you...

Too close

"So now?", you ask pouting your lips.

"Gojo I think it's time", Geto speaks suddenly.

TW⚠

"Time for what?" you ask concerned facing Geto.

"Nothing. Look at me Y/N", Gojo says looking at you and taking your hand in his...You immediately take your hand away... Even if u like his touch, you are scared...

"Are you afraid?" Gojo asks

Im not, you say, the words coming out slightly too fast to sound completely genuine.

We have no intention of hurting you, Geto says as he brushes some strands of your hair aside which were falling on your face.

Im not scared, you bite out, the falsehood ringing hollow even to you

Theres no reason to be ashamed or afraid, Suguru says you.

His soft, light tone of voice assures you that there is no danger.

Geto smiles, warm and sweet and unnerving.

Satoru throws an arm around you, making you gasp and jump

Sensei has cold hands.

His intense stare is making you wet down there...

"Gojo I should go-", you stand up on shaky legs, having every intention of getting out of here, of running away as fast as you could.

You just want to get away from them today.

"Wait , Satoru says, as he grabs you by your wrist making you sit on the bed as before.

"You just called me Gojo instead of sensei..."

SHIT DID I JUST SAY GOJO INSTEAD OF SENSEI FUCK FUCK FUCK

"Don't worry you can call me that", Gojo says taking your hand in his, "You can call me anything you want".

IS THIS A DREEEEEEEEEEEEAM?

"Gojo~", Geto says in a baby voice...

"So yes as I was saying we need a strong girl and you are perfect for the task and we need teamwork and-?"

"Okay", you say "and?"

You feel Geto shift towards you but you are more interested in what Gojo is going to say...

"Mmhmm you need to prove you can cooperate with us", he says biting his lower lips.

"And how shall I prove that to you", You say.

"Just listen to what we say", Gojo says, "So promise us you will be a good girl and listen to what we say"

"Yess..", you say reluctantly.

"yes but first look at me " Geto grabs your other hand.

You face him and Gojo grabs your waist , pulls you towards him tugging you down onto his lap. When you yelp and struggle, his arms only tightens, keeping you pinned against him.

"Wait why do-", you try to say something but Geto puts his finger on your lips.

"Shh", he says.

"You need to cooperate? Remember your promise dear?", Gojo says near your ear. His hot breath touches your bare skin.

All you can smell is his cologne, all you can feel is the solid strength of his body.

HOLY SHIT I CAN'T BREATHE WTF

"Look at me Y/N show me what you can do", Gojo says lifting your chin...

"I can't understand yall", u gently push Gojo's hand away from your skin but he remains unaffected.

"Y/N, show Geto how obedient and trustworthy you are", Gojo says putting his head on your shoulder

Geto starts caressing your arms in a way of comforting you.

"Like how?"

"You need to give a test", Geto says as he stands up and leaves the room leaving you and Gojo alone in the room.

You look at Gojo who is smirking while watching Geto leave.

You try to stand up but Gojo pulls you back.

"No Y/N", he says with a stern voice," You can't leave now".

"but-",

as you were going to say something you see Geto is back with a blindfold and ice??

Why is that needed?

"You see that Y/N..That's how we are gonna test you".

You still don't understand their objectives so you just keep quiet.

"Open your mouth Y/N", Geto says as he picks up the ice on his right hand and waits for you to open your mouth.

You look at Gojo...

"You have to obey us Y/N...If you want to be a part of the mission", Gojo says...

You nod and reluctantly open your mouth...

Gojo wraps his hands around your waist and you keep your hands on them...

His touch is making me crazy STOP STOP PLSSSSS

As much as you want it to stop, you want don't want to ruin this golden opportunity being offered to you.

Geto puts a cube of ice inside your mouth and then another.

"Don't swallow them neither you can eat them, understood?."

You simply nod and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel Geto putting the blindfold on you...

"Mmhngm" you try protesting but you have the ice swirling around your tongue.

"You have to SHOW us how good you are, okay princess? Answer our questions... That's your test", Gojo says as he starts nibbling your ear.

Is my mind going blank?

You try to melt the ice cubes using the heat of your saliva as fast as you can...

You feel a hand on your thigh but you can't make out whose hand that is...

You whimper as the hand reaches your sex. You try to push them away but someone's hands stopped yours...

The ice cubes are so hard to melt...

It is a cold day so it is taking a long... Your mouth is aching...Even in this situation, you are getting turned on...

You feel someone pushing the fabric of your skirt up and spreading your legs a little more with a strength you cant possibly fight... His long fingers hook beneath the hem of your panties.

You bang your head on Gojo's chest trying to tell him that don't want this...

"I don't want this please"

I don't want this still I'm getting wet...

"Sweetheart you agreed to us right?"

You nod cursing yourself for agreeing with them...

You let your panties slip down.

Without the barrier, hands readjust your thighs wider, using his thumbs to separate your labia and expose you to his eyes entirely.

The loss of control, allowing them that level of dominion over your body is distressing. Your heart hammer against your ribs.

A hand starts massaging your clit in circles.

Is that Geto?

"Mnsshg mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", You loudly hum.

The atmosphere is so quiet...The only sound you can hear is your pounding heart...

A sudden movement makes you flinch... Your top is pulled off and someone grabs your breasts softly and Gojo cooes near your ears.

Slowly they takes of your bra too.

The ice cubes were about to melt. You wanted to break them using your teeth but then you remember you need to maintain your obedience at all costs.

"She is so wet", Geto says.

Gojo groans...

You feel his fingertips grazing your nipple area...Gojo's cold hands are making your nipples painfully erect...

Just as the ice cubes are about to melt, your legs were pulled apart and probably Geto's breath starts hitting your wet area.

Geto lightly blows against your hole and you can feel you are clenching hard around nothing.

Gojo moans making you realize you are pressed up against his erection.

Please no, please.

You arch back as his fingertips graze your clit and he puts a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh.

He starts licking your thighs, then slowly he reaches your clit and starts moving his tongue on your clit around your sensitive bud.

Yes, the ice cubes melted...

You swallowed the cold drops of the remaining water and open your throat to finally say something...

"Please don't do this. AAh"

"We will do this Y/N... It's a part of our deal remember?"

"No there was no deal like th-"

Geto starts licking you harder and a small moan escapes your lips. You try to push Geto's head away but Gojo takes your hand and puts your index finger in his mouth.

"No sensei please", you struggle between the two big men...You shut your eyes.

Fuck this is so embarrassing...Why did I end up like this??!

Your abdomen starts shaking as you feel yourself near your edge... You unconsciously move your hips to create more friction but Geto holds your thighs and keeps you in position.

Meanwhile, Gojo plays with your right nipple and sucks on your fingers...

Your toes curl and you feel you are about to cum.

Suddenly Geto stops and you feel empty clenching around nothing.

You sigh in relief thinking it's over...

"You think we are done yet? It's just the beginning", Geto says with a smirk on his face.

Gojo chuckles and brings his face closer to yours... You feel as if your breath is cuddling with his...

He kisses you and you moan in Gojo's mouth.

Gojo's mouth is hot and yours is cold because of the ice cubes. His tongue moves in a rhythm and at a fast pace so fast that you are unable to keep up it.

He puts his hand on your head and pulls you closer...

He slows down his pace.

Geto on the other hand is busy finding your sweet spot. Geto sinks two long fingers into you, uncaring that two was a bit much to start with when his hands were so much larger than yours, uncaring of the filthy squelch as he drives them deep.

"So tight. Squeezing my fingers so good", Geto says in a husky voice.

All you can manage are soft puffing sort of moans, lower sounds of distress when he is being too rough. Suguru clearly isnt worried about being considerate, not worried that you are virgin , not even about the aching stretch or the cruelty of how deep he is going.

You try to struggle due to the pain.

Just relax a little, hm? Ill make it better, Suguru tells you, his long fingers curling against your g-spot.

Gojo's grip tightens and you feel something hard twitch near your ass.

Geto inserts another finger and you mistakenly bite Gojo's tongue.

Gojo breaks the kiss and you receive a hard slap on your face...

"Bad girl Y/N", Gojo says.

Tears sting at the corner of your eyes...

Gojo starts leaving hickies along your neck, sucking and licking and nipping at the skin.

Gojo pulls you closer and you rest your head on Gojo's chest with your ass up... Only your knees are supporting you... Your hands are being held tightly on your back...

I don't want this but why does my body want it...

You don't want it but your body is honest... You are squeezing Geto's digits and your body craves for more...

Geto keeps on fucking you harshly with his three fingers...

You scream against Gojo's bare chest...

"Geto she is a virgin be gentle with her", Gojo says in a serious voice...

HOW DOES HE KNOWW

"Look who's saying", Geto says mocking him.

Geto reduces his pace...

You can't any longer stop yourself from cumming as you spread all your juices on Geto's fingers.

"WHO TOLD YOU TO CUM BITCH", Geto says smacking you.

"GETO", Gojo warns, "be nice to her".

"I m sorry", you say... Tears no longer listen to you as they start pouring in...

Gojo starts choking you gently and puts his mouth on your neck...

You tilt your head towards him as you feel a tingling sensation.

"Gojo I think she is ready for it", Geto says moving away from you.

"Ready for what?", you ask.

"Ready for the real exam baby", Gojo whispers near your neck.

You freeze.

What more they will do to me? Isn't this enough?

"I-i m tired Gojo sen-sei", you say in a low voice.

"Tired already? I told you Gojo, she is not cut out for the work", Geto says.

"Are you gonna prove my words all lie Y/N?", Gojo says as his grip tightens right your neck.

You shake your head to deny it.

"Aren't you my good girl who listens to me always? I always care for you right?", Gojo says.

This man knows how to play with my fucking emotions...

You nod and at last give in your body to them...

"That's my good baby," he says.

Gojo puts you aside and rises from the bed. You don't feel Geto's presence anymore.

Phew

You feel somebody grab your ass...

Prolly Gojo

The bed squeaks under pressure and a warm hand pulls you gently by your arm and makes you sit up.

Who's this now?

He strokes your back trying to relax you.

You try to inspect the place you are sitting on.

You grab something hard under your ass

"Aah"

You hear Gojo's moan.

Fuck embarrassing....

Gojo lifts you by your hips and your hands lay on Gojo's chest to balance yourself...

You hear them say something in a low voice but your brain is unable to focus on what's going on.

You feel someone teasing your entrance with something.

It's Gojo.

Gojo spreads your legs further and pushes you down further trying to insert the hard thing inside your vagina...

"First question...You are liking it right?", Gojo asks.

"NOO", you reply immediately.

You feel the thing entering you more. It's hard and thick.

You hiss in pain.

"Relax we are not gonna kill you... We are testing and preparing you, right Geto?", Gojo's voice echoes.

"Hmmm do it Gojo", Geto speaks.

"Do wha-"

You feel the thing entering you more.

Your legs twitch in pain.

"You are so wet yet you say you are not liking it huh", Gojo says mocking you.

A hand grabs your hair and pulls you in front...Your nose hits someone's hard abs.

Prolly Geto.

He holds your chin and pries your mouth open with force. He pushes your head down putting something inside your mouth.

"Suck it nice hah", Gojo orders.

"Second question...Whose dick are you sucking huh?", Geto says.

Dickkk??

You try to open your blindfold but a sudden thrust makes you scream making it easier for Geto to fill up your whole mouth with his dick...

Drools and tears fall from your face.

He pulls the dick out.

"Who's dick do you think you are choking on?", Geto asks.

"Mmnsf", you try to reply gagging.

What? Baby", Geto says.

Geto pulls out his dick from your mouth...

"Ssensei", you say trying to catch your breath...

A hard slap falls on your ass and one more on your cheeks.

"Wrong answer", Geto says as he caresses the place he slapped you...

Your lips twitch and you mutter sorry under your breath.

The hard thing inside you twitch...

"You should be thanking me, Y/N... You are no longer a virgin", Gojo says...

Gojo took my freaking virginity??????????? WHY DID HE DO IT?

"Please open my blindfold, please" you beg.

"Fine be a good girl will you?", Geto says patting your head.

"Mhnm please"

Your blindfold is slowly removed.

You adjust your eyes. You see Gojo's dick is inside you and Geto's dick is hard, his cock curving upward and the tip flushed red, glistening with a pearly bead of precum, waiting for you to open your mouth again.

Fuck no...

Your mouth wides open on seeing how big Geto's dick is.

Geto frees his tied hair and speaks," You like it huh? Opening your mouth to suck it further, huh?

You look down at Gojo. His face is red and he is looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

"I know you are liking this baby", Gojo says.

He pushes you up and again puts you down on his dick.

You moan louder.

Geto grabs a handful of your hair and forces his dick in ur mouth impatiently

Gojo keeps on thrusting inside you at a slow pace. Geto on the other hand fucks your mouth harshly.

You whimper in pain...You look painfully at Geto as he fucks your mouth roughly...

"GETO", Gojo looks at him with a serious face.

Geto's pace decreases.

Gojo grunts at your tightness. You are going to cum again. Your hands tighten on Gojo's chest. Geto closes his eyes while cursing under his breath.

"Not so fast baby", Gojo says as his dick leaves your pussy.

Geto keeps on fucking your throat.

It is becoming unbearable for you to breathe moreover your mouth is aching.

Geto pulls his dick out of your mouth.

Gojo starts massaging your butthole with his cold fingers and his mouth is on your tits... Gojo takes his dick out of you...

"Sensei please", you beg to look at Gojo with tearful eyes...

"Please what?", he says.

"Please do it", you say in a low voice.

"Do what?", Gojo replies.

"Make me cum", you say almost inaudibly.

"Loud and beg for it", Gojo says.

"PLEASE SENSEI MAKE ME CUM I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE", you say... Eyes squeezed close letting the tears fall from your cheeks.

"You wanna make a mess, hmm. Go on, cum. Give us a show.

"You are impressive Y/N..I like it when you beg...hmm", Geto says lifting your chin and thrusting his tongue inside your mouth. He wipes the tears off your face using his left hand and he plays with his dick with another hand...

Gojo puts his dick in you again , his one lubed finger enters your ass then another...

You moan against Geto's lips.

Geto smiles against your lips.

"You can't wait to get another hole to be filled up yea?", Geto says in a husky voice.

Gojo puts the third finger inside your ass...

You don't reply as you close your eyes and feel Gojo's dick in you pleasuring your deepest spots.

"I will take it as a yes", Geto says as he goes up to your ass.

"No wait I don't know whether I can take both of yall's together", you say protesting.

"You can dear I know you can. You are such a good girl always listening to her sensei's words. I love you Y/N. Such a good girl taking my cock so well", Gojo says.

DID HE JUST SAY HE LOVES ME...

You smash your lips with Gojo's unable to control your happiness.

Geto caresses your ass .

"Sen-sei", you say breaking your kiss.

"Yes baby", Gojo says in reply closing his eyes in pleasure while he thrusts inside you.

"I love you too", you say.

"What about me Y/N? Don't forget about me...I love you too", Geto says while teasing your butthole.

"I love you too Geto", you say unconsciously.

WHY I AM SAYING THESE...

Geto inserts his tip in your ass and Gojo pulls you for a kiss.

You moan inside Gojo's mouth while Geto's dick enters your ass.

You are now in between Geto and Gojo squeezing you with their chests.

Geto puts his hands on either side near Gojo's head.

You put your hand on Gojo's chest and Gojo holds your tits.

You are now at your limit...

You scream as you cum on Gojo's dick.

"I am gonna cum too...Inside you Y/N...Can I?,", Gojo says.

"YES PLEASE INSIDE ME, MMMM", you yell as Gojo bites your nipple and plays with the other one...

"You want my babies so bad huh?", Gojo taunts.

You nod unable to think straight as they rob your ability to think.

"So tight squeezing my dick so good. I can't hold any longer", Geto says.

After a few thrusts they both cum inside you.

Your brain is unable to process anymore as they lay you down in bed...

They both pull their dicks out...Cum oozing out from both of your holes.

"Such a poor girl", Geto says.

"Let her rest..Look at him... So cute and happy", Gojo says cooing at you.

"Stupid, don't forget to buy her birth control pills", Geto says, cleaning himself...

"Why the fuck? Are you jealous of the fact that she is gonna carry my baby? Besides she wants my kids too", Gojo says defending himself...

"Shut yo ass up .. Just do what I say"

"Fine phew".

"Nice show huh", you hear another familiar voice and you open your eyes at once...You turn your head with all your strength left in your body in the direction of that known voice...

Nanami.

I never noticed him in the room.

You blackout soon with a smile of satisfaction on your face...

[luveline]

Shy reader and Steve and reader is needy and wants affection but she doesn’t want to tell Steve. Idk if that makes sense but it would be full of tooth rotting fluff. I love you and you work bby💗

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"What's that look mean?" he asks eventually. 

You lift your head out of your hand and shake it. "What look?" 

Steve pushes himself across the couch and raises his hand to your face. You aren't expecting it and you grow still despite how careful he is with you, his palm hot to your jaw and his index finger drawing a line, tugging up your lips. 

"Smile," he mutters lightly. You do as he asks. His fingertip moves from the corner of your mouth to the well under your eye. "Hey, thanks. That's a really nice one." 

He's not messing with you so much as being his usual frenetic self when you're alone. It's like all the frustration he carries with him dissolves – it dissolves you, the idea that he feels good enough when you're around to let himself really, truly relax. 

"You looked mad," he says. 

You blink. "I wasn't," you defend yourself quickly. 

"No, I know you weren't. Don't know what was actually wrong, though. Care to enlighten me?" 

Your eyes shutter closed as his finger graces the skin closest to your eye, your lashes ruffled by his movement. "Nothing." 

And it is now. He's touching you. That's what you'd wanted. 

It ends too quickly. His finger stops it's stroking path and his hand falls from your face. "Okay, good." 

He stays by your side but you're not touching, not enough, the heat of his thigh to yours and nothing else almost mocking you. He slides his arm across the back of the couch. 

It makes you sad in a strange way, worrying if there's a reason he chose to lean on the couch instead of you. It can't have been ten seconds of this when Steve is sighing dejectedly.

"There it is again! What's eating you, pretty girl? You can tell me." 

You want to tell him. The words feel weird to say, is the problem. It's not that you think he'd say no to giving you some affection or that you expect him to know what you want, just that you worry you'll embarrass yourself by asking. You open your mouth and get stuck. 

"Tell me," he whispers pleadingly, smiling. "Tell me, or I'm gonna annoy it out of you." 

"Nothing is eating me," you say. 

"Liar." 

Steve drops his arm around your shoulders and tugs you close, his face suddenly nearing yours. "Tell me," he says, dipping down to your neck, "what's wrong." He kisses your throat and climbs right back up. "Please?" 

His hair is out of place. You know you're more than allowed to make first moves and touch him the way he touches you and still the action of bringing your hand to his face is nerve-wracking, maybe because he's so close and staring at you with this intense, mischievous look. You tuck his hair behind his ear. 

"It's nothing worth worrying about," you say. 

He brings both hands to the slopes of your shoulders. With one hand he strokes a line up your neck, finger knocking together gently under your jaw. "Who says I'm gonna worry? And I'll decide what it's worth," he says, pouting. 

"It's- it… doesn't matter," and again, it doesn't because you're getting what you wanted: his attention, his hands on your skin. 

He wraps his arms around your neck until they're crossed and dives in, lip pressed to your neck as he starts to murmur, "Tell me. Tell me tell me tell me tell me," so fast it tickles. 

You laugh at the feeling. He's half on top of you now, smushing his face into your neck and his chest to your chest. 

"I'm gonna blow raspberries on your neck if you don't tell me," he says seriously. 

"I just wanted this," you admit quietly. 

He's silent for a second. "What, you wanted a hug?" he asks, sounding underwhelmed. 

"Anything. Just," you close your eyes and tighten your arms where they wrap around his waist, "to be next to you." 

"Why would you say that?" he asks, sounding so genuinely heartbroken that an apology comes instinctively. 

"I'm so-" 

"How do I top that? That's so romantic, I'm a little nauseous." He rubs the tip of his nose against the side of your face and you open your eyes hesitantly, find him looking at you with a steadying affection. 

"Baby," he says. "Baby." 

Your eyebrows pinch up at the starts. "What?" 

"You know you can always ask if you want something," he says. He kisses you before you can answer, a firm, stern kiss, like he's trying to remind you. 

You move back under his touch, lips parting ever so slightly. He responds happily, pushing kiss after kiss into your mouth until your lips tingle. 

His hand has spread protectively over your shoulder and holds you tight. 

He pulls away from the kiss and drops his nose into your cheek. "You can ask me for anything you want. You don't even need to ask. You should just take it." 

You think about it, chest rising and falling against his. They share a similar rhythm. Rise, fall, rise. He's almost as breathless as you. 

You turn your face under his slowly. Incrementally, long seconds of his skin sliding over yours until your nose touches his. You're tentative as you tap the tip of yours under his. He lifts his head. 

"Go on," he says encouragingly, warming your lips.

You covet the slice of naked skin where his shirt has ridden up and trail your fingertips against it lightly. 

He makes a small sound, taking your face into both hands as you hug him, both of you trying to pull the other impossibly closer. 

When you finally kiss him, you catch his quiver in your mouth.

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A Sense Of Lightness || Neteyam x fem!Omaticaya reader

Summary: After being accepted as a new Na’vi couple, you decide to mate with Neteyam before Eywa; the ache to be his lifetime partner has been burning inside of you for quite some time

Warnings: smut 🔥(first time)

Word count: 2970

Author: Rouge

A/N: Prior to reading, it’s important to know that: the reader is female Omaticaya ✤ characters are aged up (Neteyam is 20, reader is 19) ✤ a few things are in Na'vi language ✤ you'll find a glossary underneath the fic

The transition from childhood to adulthood is marked by customs and rituals in many cultures. A child who participates in a rite of passage has passed from childhood to adulthood. In this regard, the Na'vi were no exception. It has been said that every blessing and independence comes with a price. The blessings and independence of adulthood require emotional self-containment when faced with stress. The mature adult is able to contain and release stress in a safe and healthy way that protects vulnerable others. 

Neteyam, though, continued to feel unprepared - instead he felt like letting everyone down continually on a regular basis, even though his parents seemed to favor him over his siblings. 

The only person who really understood him seemed to be you. The two of you grew up side by side, becoming increasingly close over time. It was because of your persistence in walking to the Utral Aymokriyä that Neteyam realized you were considering something important.

During your conversation, you noticed that he seemed to be zoning out. It's possible that you've scared him; you weren't planning on doing this. As you sighed and gently tapped him on the shoulder, you tried to get his attention back. "Hey, did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes, I heard. You chose your profession. I'm glad you chose art. You have a lovely voice, and when you sing for us, everyone is mesmerized," Neteyam replied as he walked with you through the woodland.

A smug smile spread across your face as you teasingly whispered, "Even you, I hope."

The forest was the protective mother, a holy sanctuary away from curious glances of other tribe members.

Trying to grasp the idea he thought was floating through your mind occasionally, he asked, "So, why are we getting there?"

As you looked away, you took a moment to collect your thoughts before looking back at him. "You know..." You started softly, "Nga yawne lu oer, and I don't ever want to be apart. I want to be yours and yours only."

Holding your hand while walking, he squeezed your palm slightly and halted after he heard your confession. "Y/N... Are you sure about that?"

Your gentle nod was accompanied by a low whisper of ‘yes’ as you looked into his eyes.

Neteyam dreamed of sharing this moment with you because you were his beloved one, but he was scared about taking such a step at the same time -he was inexperienced and unconfident on this particular field. Neteyam had overheard older boys talking about these matters, and he was concerned - all he wanted to do in the end was provide you with the best experience possible. His hand squeezed your palm harder and he smiled softly, telling you, "You know how much I love you. I promised you once that no matter what, we'll be together, forever. If you truly choose to spend your lifetime by my side, my deepest gratitude goes out to Eywa for setting you on my path and blessing me with the gentleness of your heart and soul.”

A little gasp escaped you as you stared at him with your best doe-eyes. "Oh, Neteyam! It surprises me that you can be so open about your feelings, since you've always seemed somewhat secretive…”

"You know, yawntutsyìp, normally I show things that need to be shown, but those which are more private sit here," he touched his temple. "And here," Neteyam moved his palm and touched his heart. “I can only be myself by your side, only by your side can I reveal who I really am, and only by your side I don't have to hide my true feelings, and I will never cease to be grateful for that freedom you constantly provide me with.”

The bonds of love were stretched by all the things he said, and as your eyes fixed on his, you only let a single tear flow down your cheek. This moment brought you to realize that you loved Neteyam not only for his outer shell, but also for who he was - a friend, a partner in crime, a shoulder to lean on, and hopefully your mate, soon.

It wasn't long before you reached the Tree of Voices - an important spiritual site of the Omaticaya clan. Through neural queue contact with the tree, you could hear the voices of your ancestors, so it was named after its extraordinary feature.

As Neteyam sat on the grass, its bioluminescence, glowing in purple and bluish hues, responded immediately to his touch.

You soon did the same, at first just nuzzling your face against his chest while remaining silent, listening to his heartbeat, losing yourself in the sweetness of the moment. Soon, you spoke. “Although I am not an expert on these matters, I am aware of the pain it can cause. I am not trying to impugn your honor, Neteyam, nor am I trying to presume you are a monster, but until I know more, I cannot suppose myself secure."

"It is frightening, as is everything we don't know," Neteyam remarked as he traced the grass tufts with his thumb, his fingers were never quite touching the flesh of your leg, which was intertwined with his as you sat next to him. "It's going to be quite different from anything we've ever done before. I have been worried about it for a long time. I am concerned about hurting you."

It was becoming chilly as the eclipse approached, so you rolled a little in his arms and crossed your own over your chest. "I trust you so much, Neteyam. I'm afraid of pain, yes, but I know there's more."

Shivering, you felt the cold air on your skin. "Pxìm, when we kiss, our bodies move without us thinking about it. It feels terrifyingly pleasant, but I'm terrified," you said with a shiver. I'm afraid of losing control of my body, that tiny niche of control that I've carved out for myself despite everything." For several moments, he was silent, long enough for you to consider whether you should have spoken that way. 

Neteyam suggested, "Let's explore each other tonight. Each moment we agree to, and each moment we can ask to quash it all." In this way, we won't cross the boundaries we don't want to cross."

There was an intoxicating sensation in your heart - his idea of sharing joy, of discovering, enticed you. If this intercourse was indeed a means to growing closer to each other, you desired it. You gripped his hand tightly and said, "All right, I accept this idea. I wish to explore with you. However, both of us must be in control here and I urge you to ask me before performing any experimentation."

A lusty sparkle ignited in Neteyam's eyes as he moved so close you could feel his breath on your cheek as he spoke just one word - ‘undress’.

In a slightly shy manner, you kneeled next to him, eyeing him attentively. First, you took off the brown fabric covering your breasts and crossed your arms instinctively to cover your flesh. Neteyam gently shook his head ‘no’, and you, regaining your composure, slowly let your hands move down your chest, exposing your privates to his hungry eyes.

When his strong arms wrapped around your almost naked body, you gasped. His hands conformably encircled you, pinning your body to the ground. Neteyam traced circles from your shaking shoulder to your skinny waist, sending goosebumps erupting all over your skin. You could feel his breath pooling on your neck, his fingers abruptly stopping at your hip. As his hands continued down your thigh, a low mewl escaped your lips. The firm grip on your hip, the trace of your knee, the hard thumbs pressed into your flesh - each left you shaking. This reminded you of the passionate kisses you had when you lost yourselves in the divine passion of each other. Your head lifted as you caught Neteyam's lips against yours. You felt blood rushing through your body as skin touched skin. Although the kiss was blissful, there was something searching about the way his tongue brushed against yours. 

Getting confident, Neteyam tugged gently on the strings that kept the cloth covering your lower parts, looking you directly in the eyes.

A silent 'yes' accompanied your nod. As you watched him caress your body inch by inch as he kissed down your chest, the sparkles in your eyes grew brighter. As much as the idea of having Neteyam's hand where you were so vulnerable concerned you, once you started fantasizing about it, you couldn't stop - it wouldn't be anything you hadn't done before though, especially while imagining things the oldest of the Sully brothers would have done to you… You were surprised when he first touched your exposed collarbone rather than between your legs. The kisses retraced the trails left by his hands as they moved from your shoulders and down your sides. The moment his lips touched your legs, you felt a wildfire in your core that demanded to be quenched. As his weight settled over you, his lips layered yours, and then heavy hands slipped beneath the piece of fabric, nestling into the warmth waiting there, then sliding into the awaiting wetness briefly. He gently untied the strings of the cloth, taking it off of you and placing it beside you. Then, his lips locked on your aching mound. Your mouth dropped open - the feeling overwhelmed you, and you seemed as if his hands were carrying you upwards, towards some uncharted destination. “Oh, Neteyam,” you sighed slightly, rolling your head backwards a little, nesting it on a soft grass tuft. “It feels so divine…” The sensation of his softness on your slick folds made you shiver - the feeling was strange, and shameful, because you found yourself wanting more. The repeated pressure at your opening soon transformed from an alien feeling into an inviting one. You groaned into the grass, then moaned loudly, as your pussy lips spread apart, his attention deepening as his index finger gently touched your clitoris.

As Neteyam raised his head, he disengaged his lips from your vulnerable spot, gently running the tip of his tongue along them. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

“Yes,” you whispered, barely moving your lips while looking him in the eyes.

With no unnecessary words, he continued eating you out, exploring your private parts with both his tongue and fingers. In just a moment, he slipped a digit gently into your pussy. His tongue flattened, pressing to your clitoris as his finger moved slowly in and out of you.

Moaning was the only logical reaction, and so you did, becoming a little, moaning mess, begging Neteyam for more.

Neteyam discovered with amusement that your pussy soon became incredibly tight, and your inner, soft walls began clenching rhythmically around Neteyam's finger, milking it with your warm wetness. When the overwhelming pleasure became unbearable, you instinctively slipped your fingers into his hair, gently tugging on his braid as a loud whimper rolled over your parted lips. You rolled to the side, panting - you didn't react as Neteyam came to lie beside you, the limbs tossed in a tumble of warm skin; it was a scene you couldn't have ever imagined.

Taking your time to enjoy so craved closeness, the two of you snuggled together, caressing each other solemnly.

"I guess it's my turn to pay the favor back," you whispered teasingly as you kissed Neteyam's lips passionately while his cloth was being taken off.

Neteyam did not flinch when you rolled to him, just blushed a little - he did not complain when you began your investigation - a truly scientific look at a part of man you had never encountered before. Neteyam's penis was long and curved, too turgid to bend, and his scrotum was soft to hold in your hands; his testicles shifted slowly as your fingers gently caressed them.

Straddling his legs, you felt the muscled calves support your ass. "Have your penis experienced pleasure while your mouth was inside me?" You asked curiously.

He grinned at you and replied, "Your pushes against my head were so vigorous that my shaft thrusted the grass, growing larger, so the answer is yes.”

Seeing Neteyam lying still beneath you, you ran the tip of your tongue across your lips and smiled widely, showing off your teeth. It dawned on you that you no longer felt ashamed of your nakedness.

Daintily, your neat fingers brushed up against his shaft.

A deep sigh was emitted from Neteyam, his eyes becoming large as he jerked a little.

"I see you appreciate such contact," you teased, feeling your embers rekindle. When you encircled his shaft in your smooth palm, he began swearing out loud. 

Feeling him twitch and squirm beneath you, totally subordinate to your whimsy was intoxicating.

A cat's grin spread across your face as Neteyam groaned in response to your touch.

Several minutes passed before he spoke, "Feels so good... But quite sensitive. I need some moisture."

"I think we should do something about that." As you licked your lower lip and nestled yourself between his legs, you lowered your head; initially, accommodating his shaft in your mouth seemed difficult, but once you relaxed your throat and muscles in general, it became easier.

A fistful of your hair was seized by Neteyam, who cursed out loud, "Fuck."

As you slowly bobbled your head, you kept in mind that you had to also work your tongue - girls had said that this way men were losing their senses completely.

While massaging your scalp with his long fingers, he managed to whimper quietly, "The pleasure is unbearable."

After quickening your attempts to please your beloved boyfriend, he began leaking precum; the salty taste was left on your tongue, but you loved it.

His cock fell out of your mouth with a loud pop, and you moved a little to kiss his lips while stroking his shaft and circling his leaking tip with your thumb. “Did you like fìkem?”

A hand was placed on your cheek by Neteyam as he nodded eagerly. "I loved every moment you gave to me, oeyä yawntu."

A mischievous grin danced across your lips as you decided to try something much more intimidating. His cock was grabbed and jerked several times before being rubbed against your pussy. From bottom to top, Neteyam's cock brushed against the wetness under your labia. You couldn't resist shifting further up his legs, which caused Neteyam's cock to pass your second lips. The experience was strange, it was too much, but it was all you craved for so long.

Suddenly, your grinding turned from exploratory to utterly necessary - your strokes collided your sexes and white-hot explosions in the back of your skull made you moan loudly. 

When Neteyam's cock collided with your needing wetness, he instinctively grabbed your tail, caressing its tip, cursing both in Na’vi and English.

"Do you want..." You whispered, slowly grinding against his penis, looking him in the eye. It was hard for you to fully express your desires. "My confidence has never been stronger than now, Neteyam. I need you to be mine fully.”

Neteyam nodded, still playing with your tail, which was wriggling vigorously from the emotions you were experiencing. "I've been dreaming about it, Y/N."

Taking hold of your braid, you swung it over your shoulder, waiting for his reaction.

In a few seconds, Neteyam took his braid into his palm, and soon your neural queues were connected.

The unbearable pleasure now became more intense and welcoming as the warm feeling filled you from within; you felt as if you were drowning in it; your pupils widened rapidly. “Dear Eywa! Neteyam!” 

Upon connecting your queues, Neteyam grabbed his shaft and stroked it briefly before slowly pushing himself into your wet core, causing you to roll your head back in a rapture.

Neteyam's hips were bucking up, and his cock was spreading your insides painfully; his hands were placed on your hips, guiding you back and forth, encouraging you to move faster.

Initially bucking your hips slowly, you allowed yourself time to fully accommodate his member; the curve of his penis filled your pussy to the brim, leaving you panting as your hands stroked his bare chest. "Oeyä Neteyam."

His cock was coated with your slick wetness, which made it more sensitive. In a husky voice, Neteyam warned, "I won't last much longer, baby.”

Nothing could stop you from riding your orgasm against his cock as the pleasure shot through your body. “Neteyam!”

The tightening of his grip on your hips was accompanied by sloppily moving hips as he chased his peak. As soon as your name rolled off his lips, he delved his cock deeply into your pussy, cumming within you, milking your inner walls with his seeds.

As you continued to buck your hips several times, you moved your hand down your body to caress the place you were still connected. “I love you, Neteyam. Once and for all.”

As you got off him, Neteyam whistled, nestling you in his arms immediately. "Irayo for taking me to Eywa."

You kissed his nose lovingly and claimed, "I think we didn't do that badly for our first time."

Having agreed with you, Neteyam chuckled softly, "Yeah, we did a really good job. We're an excellent team, aren't we?" While his fingertips brushed against your sweaty skin, his strong arms held you close to his chest.

Instead of replying, you placed your head on his chest and closed your eyes, listening to his mighty heartbeat. There was a sense of lightness - you attributed some of that to your first orgasms, but you knew your joy reached deeper than that.

Glossary:

oeyä yawntu - my beloved

oeyä - my

Utral Aymokriyä - Tree of Voices

yawntutsyìp - darling

nga yawne lu oer - I love you

irayo - thank you

pxìm - often

fìkem - this (action)

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Hi! I hope you’re doing alright! :) I wanted to request the prompt, “Gentle wipe of your spilled tears after heavy arguments, a simple gesture that shows you how sorry they are for making you shed sad tears instead of happy ones.” with bleach men? Or something close to it! I really just want some heart breaking angst and a happy ending. Thank you in advance, I love your blog!!

ahhh yesss! I love this prompt! <3 <3 I can include the quinces and arrancars in my next post, if you would like!

Ichigo Kurosaki: You rush inside Ichigo's room and slam the door open. Ichigo turns around and you throw your arms around the man.

"What's wrong?" Ichigo asks, running his fingers through your hair as you squeeze him tightly.

"I thought you were hurt," you breath out, pulling away from his embrace. Ichigo's eyebrows furrows and he shakes his head.

"I can take care of myself, you know? I am a substitute soul reaper," Ichigo reassures you with a confident tone.

"I know," you chew on your quivering bottom lip. Your eyes rake over his bruised face, dry blood on his lips. His body shaking slightly and the pain written all over his face.

His breath shudders seeing the hot tears spill down your face. Ichigo stifles a tiny gasp and his heart breaks into a million pieces.

"Y/N," he calls out gently, taking a stride towards you and reaching out. His hand cups the back of your head and he lets out a heavy sigh.

Ichigo brushes his thumb over your face, picking up your tears.

"I just wish I was there to help you. Maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt if I was there," you sob out, your chest crushing. Ichigo smiles warmly at you and his eyes soften.

"You were there," he speaks carefully, grabbing your hand and putting it on his chest. His heart thumps against your hand and you smile weakly.

Uryu Ishida: Your breath shudders as you walk up to Uryu, standing alone in the soul society, watching as the war between the soul reapers and quincies break out.

His white cape flows in the wind and you gulp.

"Uryu, what are you doing?" you call out, furrowing your eyebrows. When Ichigo had told you that your boyfriend was on the other side of the war, you couldn't believe it.

"What are you doing here?" Uryu asks, his eyes widening at the sight of you as he faces you.

"No, you don't get to question me, not right now! What the hell are you doing?" you raise your voice, speaking through gritted teeth.

Uryu stands there, staring at you in shock. He never expected you to come into the soul society or even find out about this.

"I'm a Quincy. This is my blood," Uryu replies dryly and you scoff quietly.

"You're betraying everyone you know! Are you sure this is the path you want to go down?" you ask, stepping forward.

Uryu reaches out with his hand and he touches your soft skin. His hand cups your cheek and tilts up your face, eyes meeting his.

"Hey..." Uryu calls out and you meet his eyes. The tears race down your face and a frown rests on your face.

"You're breaking my heart," you comment, your voice breaking. Uryu lowers his head with shame and lets out a heavy sigh.

"I know and I'm so sorry, y/n. You'll see why I chose this, soon. I promise, but you need to go back home," Uryu sighs out, wiping away your tears.

"Just...don't break your promise," you demand, stepping back from his embrace.

Renji Abarai: "What the hell was that?!" Renji's voice booms out as he marches over towards you. You wipe the sweat off your forehead and squeeze your sword in your hand.

"What? Me saving your ass?" you scoff quietly, glancing down at the dead hollow on the ground. Renji rolls his eyes with annoyance and scowls.

"I didn't need you to save me!" Renji raises his voice and your taken back by his tone. You take a step back and let out a tiny breath, pondering.

You didn't understand why Renji was being so cold and mean. You just wanted to help your significant other.

"I don't get it, Renji. I was just helping you," you shake your head in denial. Renji's eyes darken and he stomps over to you, towering over you.

"Yeah? Well, I don't need you.”

His words strike you like a knife to the heart and your eyes widen.

"I'm so confused. Don't you appreciate my help? I was just trying to help you!" you raise your voice, your mind rattled with pure confusion.

"You don't get it, y/n! I was trying to prove myself to Captain Kuchiki. I was sent on a mission and I wanted to prove myself. You ruin everything!" Renji shouts out with pure rage.

Your mouth gapes open and your body freezes with shock. You snap your jaw shut and nod your head, tears filling your eyes.

"Okay. I get it," you retort harshly, clenching your jaw.

You went home after that, spent a few hours crying in your shared bed. You were filled with rage, but mostly sadness. How could Renji say something like that?

Your eardrums fill with the sound of the front doors swinging open and your heart skips a beat. Renji's footsteps come closer and closer to your bedroom.

You don't even bother to lift up your head when he enters the room. Renji frowns widely at the sight of you and he lets out a heavy sigh.

He knows what he did was wrong, very wrong. Renji sinks down into the bed and places his hand over your back.

"Baby, I'm sorry," Renji coos out with a soft, comforting voice.

"No, you're not," your voice comes out as muffled.

"I am," he replies.

"I get it, Renji. I get that you were sent on a mission and you wanted to prove yourself to your captain. You didn't have to yell at me," you huff out, lifting up your head.

Renji's eyes widen at your swollen, red face. You glare at him and Renji frowns widely.

"I didn't mean to yell at you. I was mad and I took my anger out on you. I shouldn't have,"

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," you sniffle out and Renji cracks a grin.

"What? Why are you smiling?" you ask, chewing on your bottom lip. Renji places a hand on your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away a tear.

"I'm sorry, but you're so pretty," Renji beams and your eyes widen. You were certain you weren't pretty in this moment. Tears running down your swollen face.

"Whatever," you sigh out, pouting.

"I'm sorry, my pretty girl," Renji speaks softly and you roll your eyes, but you can't help, but crack a tiny smile.

Shinji Hirako: Heated arguments were you and Shinji's thing for sure, but this was too much.

You decided to hide yourself in the bathroom, which was probably not the best place to hide from your boyfriend.

"Y/N, let me in," Shinji sighs in defeat from the outside, leaning his head against the door. You're curled up into a ball, arms wrapped around your knees that are tucked into your chest.

"No," you state firmly, your quivering voice giving yourself away.

"Damn it. Let me in!" Shinji raises his voice, running his hands over his face in frustration.

"Why should I?" you ask, clenching your fists.

"Because...I hate that I hurt you. I hate that I'm stupid and decided to hurt the person that I love the most. I hate that you're in here all alone, crying and I can't comfort you. I know that I don't deserve to, but please, y/n, let me in," Shinji explains with a raspy voice.

His words send a chill down your spine and you gulp. You sit in silence for a moment, before deciding to stand up and unlock the door.

Shinji swings open the door and his heart stops beating for a moment. Your red puffy face along with your tear stained cheeks is enough for even Shinji's heart to break.

He throws his arms around you and holds you tightly.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he whispers repeatedly, peppering kisses all along your face.

It felt so good to be in his arms, in his comfort.

"Shinji, I know," you mumble out in his chest. Shinji's body fills with relief. You didn't need to forgive him, he just needed you to know how sorry he is.

Jushiro Ukitake: I find it very hard to believe that this man made you cry. Anyways...

Emotions were running high as you and Jushiro argued back and forth. Both of your roaring voices fill the room and you end up with tears streaming down your face.

Jushiro wastes no time in rushing up to you as he feels horrible for making you cry. You bite down on your quivering lip and Jushiro gingerly places his hand on your cheek.

"I'm sorry," you hiccup out between sobs and Jushiro's eyes widen.

"Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault," Jushiro furrows his eyebrows with confusion and you shake your head.

"But it is, I started the argument. Now, I'm the one crying just because of what you said," you stutter out, your body slightly trembling.

Jushiro shakes his head. He cam't believe what he's hearing right now.

"No, don't you dare be sorry. What I said was not okay and I'm sorry that I said that," Jushiro speaks gently and you sniffle, wiping your wet face.

"I feel like such a baby," you sigh out, lowering your head in defeat.

"I never want to make you cry, y/n. Please, forgive me, sweetheart," Jushiro begs you, tears in his eyes. He leans his head down and presses his warm lips to your forehead.

You clutch onto his forearms and relish in the moment.

"I will always forgive you, Jushiro," you whisper, smiling up at him.

Shunsui Kyoraku: Your body trembles as your sob tears through your body, unable to muffle your sounds of sadness. You clench your fists and Shunsui's stomach twists into uneasy knots at the sound of your crying.

He glances at you over his shoulder and his mouth gapes open. You glare at him with tears burning your eyes and he leaps towards you.

Shunsui grabs onto your shoulders and your body jolts.

"No. Get away from me," you demand, pressing your hands into his chest and shoving him back. Shunsui's eyes widen and he lowers his head with shame.

He had hurt you and he dreaded it.

You turn around, burying your face in the palm of your hands. Your face burns and Shunsui clears his throat, collecting himself and his emotions.

"Shunsui," you call out as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry," he whispers with a hoarse voice, dipping his head down into the curve of your neck.

"I'm sure you are," you retort harshly, feeling your walls start to break down. You lower your gaze to the ground and Shunsui lets out a heavy sigh.

"Y/N, let me comfort you. Let me take away the pain and hurt that I caused you. Please," Shunsui pleads with you in a ginger, soft voice.

You slowly turn around, facing him and you chew on your lip, pondering. You meet Shunsui's soft, loving gaze and you frown widely.

You step forward and throw your arms around his torso, burying yourself into his chest. Shunsui rests his chin on top of your head and grips you tightly.

Kenpachi Zaraki: You were silent. Deadly. Deadly silent. So, deadly silent as a tear runs down your cheek.

He easily catches your wrist and pulls you closer to him. Kenpachi towers over you and you gulp. Kenny wears a blank expression on his face, but his eyes are soften, so is his touch.

"Were my words too harsh, y/n?" Kenpachi asks with a deep, rough voice. Your lips tremble as you slowly glance up at him, trying to hold yourself together.

"Um, I guess. I don't like when we yell at each other like that, especially when we we're arguing over something so...so stupid," you explain yourself, your voice trembling.

Kenpachi steps closer to you as the tears stream down your cheeks. He leans down towards you and slowly raises his hand. You close your eyes at his soft touch, wiping away your tears.

"I am sorry for raising my voice," Kenpachi speaks truthfully and you nod your head.

"I'm also sorry, Kenny," you sigh out with shame, grabbing onto his large hand and squeezing it. You both share a kind smile, knowing that you will always forgive each other.

Byakuya Kuchiki: Although, he hides his emotions well, he could not help the frown tugging on his face. A single tear drags down your face and drips off of your chin onto the ground.

Byakuya's eyes watch as the tear falls onto the ground and his eyes widen. His heart pulse beats in his ears, blocking out all other sound.

His words were too harsh, cruel, and unruly for him.

Byakuya's muscles tense, but he dare not make a move towards you.

"I take it back. I take all this words that I said back," he speaks up and you slowly lift up your head, meeting his steady, unwavering gaze.

"You can't take them, Byakuya. That's not how this works," you mumble out and his mouth slightly gapes open. His mouth runs dry and he nods his head.

"I know. If I could, I would turn those words into blossom for you, my love. I don't know what I would do without you. My words were hurtful, even I, myself, was taken aback by them. I cannot express how sorry I am," Byakuya speaks gingerly, crouching down onto his knees.

You furrow your eyebrows as Byakuya tenderly grabs onto your hands, pressing them against his forehead. Your stomach twists into uneasy knots as you realize what he's doing.

Byakuya has never really bowed down to anyone in his life, but here he is. Right in front of you, on his knees for you.

"Please, forgive me," he begs you, a trembling voice. His thumbs brush over your hands and you let out a deep sigh. You bring yourself down to your knees and Byakuya slowly lifts his head up.

"You need not bow down to me, Byakuya. We are on the same level as equals, right? That's what you said to me when we first met," you explain, cupping his cheek.

"Yes, I remember," he bobs his head.

"Good. Then, I forgive you as long as can forgive me," you speak gingerly and his eyes widen.

"Of course," he speaks eagerly as you pull his face closer to yours. You smile warmly and press a soft kiss to his lips.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi: The shower starts running in your bedroom and you furrow your eyebrows. You leap up from your bed and rush into the bathroom.

The steam fills the room and you lean against the wall. You grab the shower curtain and slowly peel it back. Mayuri stands in the hot water, letting it drip down his body and soak his hair.

"I didn't know you were home," you comment, a slight smile on your face.

"I'm tired," Mayuri shrugs his shoulders, running his fingers through his electric blue hair.

"I'm tired of the nights when you aren't beside in bed. I miss you," you sigh out, a frown tugging on his face.

"You know how it is. The experiments take a very long time and it has to be precise," he rambles on and you nod your head.

"Yes, I'm aware," you reply dryly.

"I can't spend every waking moment with you! You can't be attached to my hip," Mayuri raises his voice and your jaw drops open.

"I get it," you sigh out.

"Do you really? Because it seems like you don't. You're my girlfriend, not my goddamn dog!" Mayuri shouts out and your lips tremble.

"I feel like an object to you, Mayuri. Like one of your experiments," you sigh out and Mayuri rips open the shower curtain. He glares at you with anger and his fingers wrap around your jaw, tightly.

The tears escape from your eyes and Mayuri shakes his head, inhaling sharply with anger.

"You're wrong. My experiments are nothing like you. They are not fragile, delicate, and full of love. I do not love my experiments the way I love you, y/n. Do you understand me?" he speaks harshly and you nod your head.

"Y-yeah," your voice stutters our, your expression dropping. Mayuri's eyes soften and he pulls you closer.

"Hey, come here," Mayuri beckons with a soft, raspy voice. He wraps his arms around you and your head rests on his shoulder.

"I've missed you, too. More than you know," Mayuri comforts you, rubbing circles on your back.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya: "What?" you mumble out, furrowing your eyebrows at your boyfriend.

"You heard me," Toshiro snaps at you and your breath shudders. Your stomach twists into uneasy knots as Toshiro starts to turn his back on you.

"You cannot be serious. You can't actually agree with that," you shake your head in disbelief.

"I do!" he turns back, facing you. His nostrils flare with anger and smoke practically hisses out his ears.

"This is someone's life we are talking about. It's a serious matter," you speak harshly, clenching your fists.

"I know that and I stand by my decision," Toshiro scoffs out, shaking his head. You chew on your bottom lip, tears welling up in your eyes.

"God, you are ice cold!" you raise your voice, echoing in the room. He scoffs quietly and rolls his eyes with annoyance.

"Whatever," he replies dryly. You clench your fists, your bottom lip start to bleed from how hard you're biting it. The hot tears sting your cheeks and Toshiro's gasps quietly.

"Stop. Stop it right now," Toshiro demands, marching up to you and grabbing onto your face.

"Stop, Toshiro!" you cry out, pressing your hands to his chest and pushing him away. He stumbles back slightly and he inhales sharply.

"I can't handle it when you cry, y/n. So, please, stop," he begs you with despair straining his voice. You glance over at him through your eyelashes and sniffle, wiping away at your wet face.

He steps forward and grabs onto your hand, interlacing your fingers. He pulls you closer to him and his free hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing over it.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbles out, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Kensei Muguruma: "So, you think I'm weak?" you scoff out, shaking your head with disbelief. Kensei glares over at you from his stance a few feet away from the bed that you're sitting on.

"I just can't believe that you got put away with such a move from your opponent. You weren't strong enough, y/n," Kensei comments with a careless tone.

"Are you serious? Is that actually how you feel about me?" you ask, your mouth gaping open.

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of your boyfriend's mouth. They were hurtful and harsh.

"You know exactly how I feel," he retorts harshly and you chew on your bottom lip.

"You're right, I do now," you gulp, standing up from the bed. You rush over to the door and grab onto the handle.

"Where are you going?" Kensei sighs out, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't know, just away from you. You obviously don't want to associate yourself with your weak girlfriend, right?" your voice wobbles as you glance over your shoulder at him, tears filled up to the brim of your eyes.

Kensei's expression slightly softens and he clears his throat. "That's not what I meant," he speaks with a careful tone and you roll your eyes with annoyance.

"No, it is and that's fine. I want you to be honest with me and you were. I'm not good enough for you, Kensei. You've made that clear," you demand and Kensei's eyes soften.

"What?" he scoffs out, shifting his weight. You blink and the tears start to roll down your cheeks. You sniffle and quickly wipe them away, but the tears keep coming.

Kensei rushes up to your side and grabs onto your shoulders, steadying you in front of him.

"No, y/n, that's not what I meant. I'm scared. I'm scared of losing you. I don't think you're weak, y/n. I think you are a very strong soul reaper, but I cannot lose you," Kensei explains with a soft voice and your eyes widen.

"Why didn't you just say that?" you sniffle out, your body rattling.

"You know me. I'm not good with expressing my feelings and emotions. I don't like to be vulnerable, but I try to be because of you."

You step forward and cup Kensei's cheeks. The hues of cheeks turn a bright pink and he gulps.

"I understand it now, Kensei. All you had to do was explain," you comment, smiling warmly.

"You make me a better person, y/n. Thank you," Kensei whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into the crook of your head.

Rojuro Otoribashi: Rojuro is always very careful with his words, but not this time. His words were mean and harsh. His eyes lock onto the tears dripping down your face and his eyes widen.

A frown tugs on his face and he walks over to you. His large hands cup your face and you sniffle, your body jolting.

"Y/N, are you okay? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," Rojuro shakes his head, thumb brushing your skin gently. You glance up at him, vision blurred because of the tears.

His thumb starts to brush away your wet tears and his eyes become soft. His blonde hair falls down into his face and your lips tremble.

"No, it's okay. I shouldn't be such a baby," you shake your head, trying to tug away from him, but his grip is too strong.

"Hey, no, it's okay. You're not a baby. I am so sorry for my choice of words and not being gentle with you. I promise to be more gentle with you," he speaks gingerly, fingers carefully pressing into your cheeks.

You gulp and nod your head as he leans his forehead against yours, smiling warmly.

Kisuke Urahara: After a big argument, Kisuke left the shop to be by himself for awhile. He enters the shop again and his eardrums fill with quiet sobbing.

His eyes widen and his breath hitches in his throat. He makes his way to the back of the shop where your room is. You're sitting on the ground, back pressed up against the wall and knees brought up to your chest.

He rushes over to your side and kneels down, arms wrapping around you and bringing you to his chest.

"Where did you go?" you mumble out between hiccups and sobs. A frown tugs on Kisuke's face and he clenches his jaw.

He's mad at himself. He shouldn't have left you after the argument, it was a horrible idea.

"I shouldn't have left the store. I just needed space, but I wasn't thinking about what you needed. I won't ever leave again, I promise," he reassures you, fingers brushing through your hair.

Izuru Kira: Your fists are clenched as your throat tightens up, tears welling up to the brims of your eyelids. Izuru lets out a heavy sigh, running his hands over his face with frustration.

He lifts his head up and his eyes lock onto you from across the room. You chew on your bottom lip, blood starting to spill out as you try not to cry.

"Whoa, hey, hey," he calls out, fear flooding his body as he rushes over to you. He grabs onto your shoulders and carefully pulls you closer to him.

He pulls you into your chest and you wrap your arms around his lower torso, tears staining his soul reaper uniform. His hand runs over your hair, brushing it down.

"There's no need to cry, y/n. I like you better when you're smiling and laughing," he comments and you let out a tiny chuckle.

"Me too," you mumble out, squeezing him.

Ikkaku Madarame: A gut wrenching sob leave your lips and Ikkaku gasps quietly. He leaps over to you and his arms wrap around your waist.

The two of you stumble around, falling back onto the bed.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry," his voice is filled with panic and worry. You gaze into his soft eyes and you let out a loud giggle, filling the room.

Ikkaku furrows his eyebrows and he stares at you in confusion. You bring up your hands and cup his cheeks, throwing your legs over his.

"I'm sorry for laughing. I just didn't expect to fall on the bed," you shrug your shoulders as his hands gently wipe away your wet tears.

"I love the sound of your laughter," he nuzzles his head into your chest, arms securely wrapping around your waist and squeezing you tightly.

The both of you forgot what you were even arguing about as you laugh and chat about the accidental fall.

Shuhei Hisagi: His blood runs cold as the tears drip down off your jawline and onto the ground.

"Y/N?" Shuhei calls out and your bottom lips quivers. You slowly shift your eyes up and meet his. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you gulp.

"I'm sorry," you mumble out, turning around and burying your face into the palms of your hands. He slowly walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

He rests his chin on your shoulder and presses a kiss to your earlobe.

"Don't ever be sorry. I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have said those things, I'm sorry," he speaks tenderly as you lean back into his body.

You glance down at his hands, resting on your stomach and you place yours on his, letting out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry, too. It was stupid to argue over something like that," you shake your head and Shuhei nods his head.

"I hate arguing with you," he admits and a smile tugs on your face. You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your lips to his.

"Then let's stop arguing," you smile, kissing him softly.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Could you write Male reader x male yautja maybe even Vic'tao and Uihoy where they had really limited human contact and even less knowledge about dating. I love the concept of Yautja trying to court someone but ultimately just freaking the human out more and then changing their ways. This exactly, pls. Where they try to court the reader, maybe even kidnap him to show him that they are very strong etc. bring him skulls and at first they don't understand why he keeps rejecting them and fighting back until one day when they finally give him some device to understand each other and he just tells them what absolute monsters they are etc. And then obviously some fluff where they slowly win back the reader's trust and eventually the reader falls in love

You can obviously chose which yautja actually shows up I just like the two but you can definitely choose someone else, i would just like a male yautja

Lost in Translation

Pairings: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x Male!Reader x Uihoy (Male Yautja)

Word Count: 4462

Summary: On their first trip to earth, Vic'tao and Uihoy were excited! New creatures to hunt, a new planet to explore. Vic'tao spots you. There's something about you that interests him. He can't shake it. So, he does what any sensible Yautja does: courts you. Hey! Why are you screaming?

Author Note: I love this classic idea. Because in all reality, if any Yautja came up to the average person and offered a skull, you would sprint away screaming. I also love the fact I'm getting so many male reader asks! I didn't know their was so many of you out there.

Masterlist

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For centuries, Yautjas and oomans have interacted in more way than one. Yet, it all boils down to prey and predator. Vic’tao and Uihoy come strictly for the hunt. Oomans are prey. There’s nothing much else to them.

Not until they saw you.

In a dense city, filled to the brim with oomans that meander to one place to the next, there was you. Vic’tao didn’t understand what is was about you that caught his attention. In all honesty, you looked just any of the other prey that traveled in your city. But, he stopped stalking to sit upon the roof of a build across the street to watch you.

Uihoy paused as well when he noticed his mate no longer was trailing behind him. The older male huffed and shook his head. Youngsters and their short attention span. He headed back towards the mustard yellow and blue male and crouched besides him. The two of them invisible to the naked eye.

They watched as you did your oomanly duties of trading credit for a colorful drink. Uihoy nudged at Vic’tao with his shoulder. “What is it? I don’t think that ooman is much of a worthy kill,” Uihoy questioned and settled down on his haunches. The random ooman strolled out of the building and got into their vehicle.

Before you could escape from Vic’tao easily, the younger of the two threw a tiny puck. The device attached itself to the outside paneling of your vehicle. Then, you were off.

On Vic’tao’s forearm gauntlet, he checked to make sure it was tracking you. A small yellow dot followed the exact pathing on the holoscreen pulled up. He chittered to himself then turned to Uihoy. “We may go now,” he brushed off and jerked his large head in the direction they were originally heading.

The other male quirked a brow from underneath his biomask at his mate’s strange interest in that specific ooman. Uihoy didn’t get an answer. So, he started off the same path they were taking through the city.

Their hunt was about to get more interesting.

On a hot summer morning, a book in hand, you laxed on your balcony. The weekend weather is wonderful to sit outside and enjoy it. A small fan sat off of a round coffee table, blowing air up towards your face. You turned to the next page only to tense up at the feeling of being watched. All of your focus on the book was lost. You placed the book off onto the coffee table and sat up. The feeling followed like a stormy cloud. A shutter ran down the length of your spine. You finally turn on your heel and head back inside to break free.

Once the curtains were shut, the tension that filled your body fell off of you in one huge wave. Strange. You shrugged it off and headed into the kitchen for some water. Hopefully, the water could clear your head about that strange occurrence.

The refreshing water rushed down your throat and helped down your heating body. The outdoors nearly a sweltering heat during the summertime. Your gaze glanced back over to the closed curtains and tilted your head. Whoever was watching you? Your apartment’s balcony faces a tree line. So, it couldn’t be others from another apartment.

A frown broke across your features. You refilled the empty cup of water and head back towards closed curtains. With a deep breath to calm down your rising heartbeat, you pulled them back.

Nothing raised the hairs on the back of your neck.

You shrugged then reentered the tiny balcony. The eyes didn’t return. As you go to sit down back on your comfortable chair, you paused. An animal’s skull sat upon the railing.

Instead of freaking out, you were completely confused. That wasn’t there a moment ago. The glass was set down by your book. Carefully, you stepped up the random skull and peered at it closely.

It was a predator by the looks of the teeth. A canine as well. If you had to guess, it was a wolf’s skull. Amazed by the fact there was a wolf’s skull in front of you yet completely puzzled on how it got here in the span of five minutes tops. You’re on the second story. It’s not like it could fall from the sky or someone just randomly set it there.

This was purposefully.

As much as you wanted to walk away from it, you didn’t want it to fall and break. Or someone else to have it. You glanced around the tree line to possibly search for the owner or a reason to why it was here. You came up empty handed. A sigh left your lips when nothing was in sight. You carefully picked it up and brought it inside with you.

A look around the interior brought upon a place to set it on. One of the shelves in the living room. All you had to do was shift a couple of books and other décor out of the way. Once it sat upon the shelf, you stood back and admired the skull in its new home.

What was someone else’s garbage is your new treasure.

While standing there, you felt the watchful gaze of someone again. Your head snapped back over to the open balcony door only to find nothing there, eyes narrowing. You marched over to the sliding glass door then stopped.

Something was… off.

A shiver ran down your spine the longer you stood there. It took a moment for your senses to finally feel the presence of someone in front of you. Your entire body tensed up before you ripped the glass door closed. So hard, you were surprised it didn’t shatter before you. The lock was thrown. You stumbled away from the closed door, eyes wide as you stared in terror.

There was something you couldn’t see. You felt it. A heat rolling off that invisible thing. What was that?! You trembled in the middle of your living room like scared prey. What you couldn’t see terrified you. Eyes blown wide.

Whatever there moved. The thing moved. You watched as the air rippled, distorted before your eyes as it unrooted from its spot. The figure stepped up to the railing then leaped over it. Then, it was gone. You rushed forward and swiftly shut your curtains before it could return to watch you again.

To calm your racing heart, you leaned against the curtains and placed a hand on your chest. Your heart on the verge of beating out. The feeling it gave you… You felt like prey amidst a hunter.

Once you calmed down enough, you pulled away from the glass door about to head to your bedroom when you remembered something. “Fuck,” you cursed. Your book was still laying on the coffee table! And, you were in a good spot as well.

A stupid, stupid idea came to mind. You peered around the curtains and saw the coast was still clear. When your gaze snapped to the coffee table… the book was gone! Your jaw dropped. Anger flared inside of you.

“You motherfucker! Stealing my book. I was in a good spot,” you screamed, hopefully whatever that thing was could hear you. Not only did it scare you but it stole your book. Oh, you were furious now. No one steels your books.

From the outside, the Yautja could still hear your shouts after the terror Vic’tao caused you. Neither of them expected less. Uihoy was entertaining Vic’tao’s fascination. What would have a Yautja interested like this. Even Uihoy himself was curious.

“Looks like the ooman took it well,” Uihoy teased his mate and patted the mustard yellow Yautja on the shoulder. The two of them still had their cloaks activated. They didn’t want their presence known to anyone besides their intended target. Vic’tao huffed and shook off Uihoy’s grip with a unseen glare thrown his way.

“Oh shush. I knew this was to happen. Oomans are prey.” Then, he lifted up the book he snatched from their target. “Look at what I got. We can learn more about the ooman.”

A deadpanned fell upon the older Yautja behind his biomask. “You stole a book.”

Vic’tao gave a scoff and purposefully shook his tresses to make them rattle. “This ooman. I want to learn more about him. Like some of things they teach you on the mothership. Oh, wait, you weren’t born on a mothership,” Vic’tao teased. All jester between the two male Yautjas

Their beginning may have started off rocky with disgust of the other, here they are.

Then, the yellow male wapped Uihoy with the book. “Learn about your target, yes? They should’ve at least taught you that.” Despite a hateful start to their relationship, they now can joke about their cultural differences. “You never know. Maybe this book has information about our target.”

Uihoy groaned and lulled his head backwards. “Dumbass, you can’t even read any of the ooman languages,” he grunted then tilted his head back to look at him.

Vic’tao raised a finger to tell the purple Yautja off, sucking in a breath before falling flat. He glanced down at the paper book in his hand and slumped on his shoulders. “I hate it when you’re right,” he mumbled, ready to throw the book when an idea struck him. “Wait! We can translate it back on the ship.” Their ship, more like Uihoy’s, had the capabilities to translate any known language into Yautja.

Another deadpanned look was thrown at Vic’tao who couldn’t see it. “Or, you can use your gauntlet,” he offered instead and tapped at the mentioned device. “This wonderful technology that be entirely versatile or did they only teach you basic hunting skills at the moment.” Vic’tao scoffed then stood up on the branch they each shared. Uihoy followed suit.

In one moment, Uihoy was free. The very next, Vic’tao pinned his into the trunk of the tree. A tight grasp wrapped around the purple Yautja’s throat and trapped him to the tree. Though, the Yautja was short, he wasn’t one to be messed with.

“I’ve got you stuck here, don’t I?” he rumbled into his ear, eyes gleaming behind his biomask.

The ground left Vic’tao’s feet. His back met the rough texture of bark, biting into his scales. Above him, Uihoy had him pinned instead. “Checkmate.”

A few days have passed since that incident occurred. Your book was long gone at this point. Another had been ordered and should be arriving in the next day or two. Despite your apprehension to leave home to go to work, you’ve pushed through and left the very next day for a stupid paycheck.

Nothing happened. No eyes. No feelings of being watched. Nor the next day. It too was free from that torment. Even on the fourth day, today, nothing has happened.

That caused you to question if it happened at all. If it wasn’t for the skull and missing book, you would’ve believed it was a fluke. A nightmare that you don’t remember waking from. Only it happening and now haunting you. The book, you could brush off as miss placing it someone stealing it from work. Besides that, the skull was your hard evidence.

Never had have you ever seen a wolf, let alone its own skull. The whole thing mystified you. All you could do in the end of scratch your head about it. How in the world does this happen to you?

Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of people in your town and this thing targets you.

Now wasn’t the time to maul over your misfortune of the situation. With a sigh, you stepped out into the hallway. Your foot knocked into something on the ground. A brow quirked up as you glanced down only to find a box on the doormat. Confused, you picked it up off the ground.

It wasn’t a package. It looked like someone just randomly dropped off a box. The box itself wasn’t big. At most a foot wide and long barely even three inches tall. You checked the time on your phone really quickly before spinning on your heel and going back into your apartment. The closed behind you. You walked over to the dining table and set it down.

A short list of people who could’ve dropped it off listed off inside of your head. Yet, you felt like any of them would’ve notified you of the package. With your lips pressed tightly in a line, you carefully pulled the top of the box off.

The lid fell from your grasp before falling to the ground with a light tap.

Bones filled the small box. Horror flashed over your features. What the fuck?! You stumbled back and knocked into the kitchen counter behind you. Bones. But from what? Animal or-or human? A full body tremble raked your body.

The first thought to enter your frenzy brain was to call the police. Then rational thinking rose to the surface. They would think it was you or they may think you as crazy if these aren’t human. What were you suppose to do now? You’ve got work in less than thirty minutes and some crazy person dr-was it that thing you saw a couple of days ago?

A cold sweat rolled down your back. You had hoped it was only a one-time issue… not a recurring stalker. Wait. Do you have a stalker? Is this considered stalking?

You took a deep breath then quickly threw the box into the garbage. The bones rattled as they fell into their new and forever home. You shuttered at the sound, praying they weren’t human and damning yourself to throwing away evidence. Evidence that could paint you as the killer if they were. You ran your fingers through your hair before marching out of the door for work. Not another second to be wasted.

From his corner inside the ooman’s dwelling, Vic’tao bristled when they threw away the gift he graciously offered. He hunted down dangerous beasts for those bones and presented them to you. Then, you cast them aside.

Strange enough, you accepted the skull but refused the rib bones and femur packaged away in that box. It stumped the yellow Yautja as he meandered over to where you carelessly discarded the bones. The skull was set upon a shelve in the main room of your small dwelling. He moved over to it and peered at it. What made it different to be accepted rather than the other bones he offered to you?

He tasted your fear in the air and shrugged it off. Not that he was expecting less from a weaker creature such as yourself. Yet, there was something about you that caught his attention. Vic’tao had to try and win your hand and favor.

When you returned home, you set your keys and bag down on the kitchen counter. A peak into the garbage revealed the box was still there. Another tremble racked your body.

All day, you had hoped it was just a strange daydream or some hallucination. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

When you’re about to enter your bedroom, something out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. You screeched to a halt, head whipping to find the balcony curtains opened. Just wide enough to reveal another white, shiny skull sitting on the small coffee table. Long, sharp canines veered from its mouth. Empty, eyeless sockets staring at you.

Your feet froze to the spot, refusing to move. All you could do was stare in terror at the sight.

This was purposeful. Someone was doing this on purpose. Tormenting you.

After you gained function of your limbs, you raced into your bedroom and slammed it shut behind you. The door rattling on the hinges from the force you exerted. Your back is pressed to it to ensure it stays in that same position. Your chest heaved with lungful breaths.

Vic’tao tilted his head at your reaction and huffed. Oomans are completely bewildering. Last time, you liked and accepted the last skull. So, he pulled another from his collection and even set it out in perfect sight for you. Then, you go ahead and act terrified of it.

The younger Yautja grunted and marched outside to retrieve it. This time, he held it in his hands and stood in front of the door you closed. His cloak revealing himself to the empty room. Like a patient hunter, he waited for the time to strike.

Inside of your bedroom, you heard a noise come from your living room and tensed up. What was that? You gnawed on your bottom lip then slowly pulled open the door. With it being dark, it was hard to peer through the darkness. Yet, from what you could tell, nothing had changed. You released a sigh of relief and took a step out of your room.

Only to freeze when you heard clicking. Not mechanical. As if something or someone was making the sound. Then, your eyes adjusted even to spot a figure towering in front of you.

A scream ripped at your lips. Immediately, you threw your fist at what looked to its head only to be met with metal. Your hand throbbed immensely afterwards. You screamed again then spun on your heel and began to run away. Only to smack yourself into the doorframe. All you could see was darkness fill your vision… then nothing.

In a span of less than minute, you had somehow knocked yourself out cold after trying to attack him. He chittered to himself under his mask with an amused smirk. The yellow Yautja peered down at your lifeless body then glanced over to Uihoy. “Well, that went well,” he snarked before reaching down and scooping you up. It seems like you weren’t getting the message. So, Vic’tao would have to force you to understand.

Uihoy came over and grasped your limp chin then picked up your head. His other hand ran his thumb across your cheek bone. “They’re not bad looking,” he muttered mostly to himself then let you fall limb against Vic’tao again. He looked up at Vic’tao. “What’s your plan with him?”

“Since he doesn’t get the hint, I’m going to straight up tell him. If he accepts, he accepts. If he doesn’t, we’ll let him ago,” Vic’tao answered before securing the skull to his belt. Once that was settled, the younger male left through the sliding glass door and climbing to the room of these small, compact dwellings. Uihoy’s ship was at least three times the space inside than just your dwelling alone. If you were to accept their advantages, you would get a huge upgrade. Plus, two Yautjas to protect you from any harm.

A snort came from Uihoy as he shook his head. His short, greying tresses swayed with the movement. “This is a ooman you’re talking about. They aren’t the most knowledgeable nor wise,” Uihoy chuckled and followed Vic’tao through the back door. Said door was slid shut after him.

The two of them got on top of the apartments and entered their ship that was hovering just a few feet above the roof. No one was none the wiser to this.

Vic’tao took you to the common area and let you rest on the longest couch there. Uihoy took to the helm of their ship and flew it higher into the sky. Neither of them could risk any ooman seeing them or else… death to that ooman. You are a special case as they try to woo your hand.

A pounding in your head had you grasping it, blocking out the light shining down on you. A groan voiced from your throat as you strained to sit up and held your head in two hands.

Man, you must have start a wild night of drinking to have a headache like this. No wonder why you woke up with a raging migraine.

When you finally fight off the first wave of pain to hit you, you opened your eyes and glanced around. Confusion filled your head. What in the world? This isn’t place you’ve ever been to. Fuck, you must still be asleep… yet that pain felt so real.

A mechanical whooshing caught your attention. You whipped your head around. A grave mistake but pushed through the pain that flared up.

An imposing figure stood in the doorframe. Its height easily dwarfed yours. Your jaw dropped, ready to start screamed when a massive head covered your mouth. That only caused you to freak out more.

Harsh clicking entered the air. You stared wide up at the figure leaning over you from behind, spiting out growls at the other one. The lone form before you rolled its bright orange eyes and let’s its crossed arms fall. Then, it began to stalk closer towards you. You shouted from behind the hand and scrambled backwards, only to knock into the figure.

The purple one advancing one you stopped when the yellow one spat something at it. Then, yellow tilted its head down at you.

Four sharp fangs were all you could notice on its alien face. This wasn’t something on earth. You got kidnapped by aliens! The top two raised in some sort of grin. It clicked something at you but its alien tongue went straight over its head. The purple one made a snide comment to its friend who snarl, hand tensing around your mouth.

For a moment, you fear it would accidently snap your neck. Until its hand fully fell away. Yet, it stayed behind you. Now, you were trapped between the two of them, unable to move.

The creature behind you raised a finger, as if telling to wait a moment then moved over to a wall. Its fingers pressed against a hidden button. A hiss entered the air.

Before your very eyes, the wall started to retract panels. In sort of a strange transformation, the panels revealed a hidden compartment you were shocked to see. Before you grew nervous and disgusted. Skulls and bones lined the space in the wall… like a trophy wall. Were they showing the place they would soon put your skull? Are they going to kill you?!

You gasped and launched off of the couch. The purple one reacted quicker than you could even blink. It was upon you in a moment and shoved you back down on the oversized couch. You choked on air and stared up at the imposing figure. All it did was return the gaze in a lazy fashion. Like it was bored.

“What do you want?” you finally find your voice and asked them an important question. The purple creature tilted its head then pressed a button on its strange gauntlet. It held out the device towards you again and made a motion to go again. “What do you want?”

The only thing you could think of was a translator or something of the sort. You waited impatiently for the device to do its thing and repeat what you had said.

Yellow made its way over to the two of you leaned over the couch, entering your personal space a little too much. Instead of purple answer, the other one took the time to speak towards the gauntlet.

“We are trying to court you,” an automated voice repeated to you in English. Your brain blanked at the response, jaw dropping in shock.

“Court?! Like-like dating? What the fuck?” you practically screeched at the top of your lungs and sat up higher on the couch only to accidently knock into yellow. “You guys are monsters!”

Another pause as your words are translated to them. At first, you froze at the realization of your insulting words. They could possible still kill you if they felt like it. Specially, talking like that to them. You sat there, fretting if you just signed your death notice.

Instead, the beasts tilted their heads. “Not monsters. Yautja. We are Yautja. Yes, we like to court you. We are proud hunters who if you accept us, will protect and provide for you.” Yautja? Strange name for a species. That thought was kept to yourself before you damned yourself further.

Protect and provide. That actually for you thinking for the moment. Your eyes scanned the open area around you. Wherever they’ve taken you is spacious just in this spot alone. At least twice the size of your living room alone. They called themselves hunter which is evident by the many skulls adorning the nearby wall. There was even a skull that was about the size of you.

If they could take down something of that size… you swallowed down the lump in your throat. “Can I have time to think about this? Learn about you guys? Humans don’t just walk into relationships without learning about the other people first,” you questioned, nervously fretting with the hem of your shirt.

Yellow’s eyes brightened. The figure began to purr by the sounds of it and chuffed at its partner in crime.

Purple gave a thinking face. “I did not realize human customs were different than ours. We hadn’t thought of that." This came from yellow this time. It moved from around the couch then got down on its hunched and offered the skull you saw before.

Instead of being canine this time, you realized this must be feline or something close to it. You timidly reached out and accepted it from yellow. You were thankful it didn’t outright kill you at first and took that as a good sign. “Thank you.” Yellow lifted those upper two mandibles again at you. “Um, do-do you guys have names?”

This time, purple let his arm fall to not catch his next words. “Uihoy.” He pointed towards himself. Your eyes bulged out of your head. What in the world? Not a name from this world.

“Vic’tao.” Yellow joined in and motioned towards himself. How do they expect you to form those kind of names?

Embarrassed, you scratched the back of your neck. “Can you try that again?” you asked, hoping not the offend them any way possible.

For the next few moments, they helped your learned how to pronounce their alien names. In that moment, you learned quickly they meant no harm to you. They weren’t going to hurt you.

You waved goodbye after they dropped you off on the balcony of your apartment. Feeling a little giddy, you walked back inside and head towards your bedroom with a new skull. Despite all the fear you endured from them, they weren’t bad to hang around with. Maybe, once you grew to know them, you would allow for this to continued.

[storydays]

Welcome to Heaven P2

(3rd POV)

*In Heaven Meeting Room*

"Heavenly people, what more do you need to see?" Adam asked, as the court room watch Angel and Cherri take shots. "The porn star chose a night of debauchery. That's not a soul worthy of being in Heaven!" He exclaimed.

"Um, objection! Are you really telling me you've never had a drink with friends at the end of a hard day?" Charlie asked. 

"Uh, we don't have hard days. It's fuckin' Heaven, bitch. You seriously going to sit there and pretend like this behavior is okay? What do you think?" The yellow angel asked Vaggie as Charlie and (Y/N) growled lowly.

"I--I--I have to go to the bathroom." Vaggie stuttered before rushing off. "What, Vaggie, can't you hold it?" Charlie hissed after her.

"Angel will make good decisions! We have to keep watching! Please." (Y/N) pleaded. Sera sighed heavily before turning to Emily. "Yeah, I don't know." "Yeah, let's give him a chance." The younger Seraphim replied. 

"Very well; the court will allow it." "Fuck, yes!" Charlie cheered, fist pumping herself. (Y/N) noticed the looks she was receiving and elbowed Charlie who quickly corrected herself. "I mean, heh, thank you."

*In Consent Club*

Angel tossed his head back as  Cherri approached with more in her hands. "Round 12, mother fuckers! Heels are comin' off!" "Haha! Yeah, keep 'em comin'!" laughed the spider, reaching for another. "Come on, right here, right to Daddy." He giggled. "Oh, it is wonderful to have friends!" Sir Pentious cackled, tossing his head back, enjoying the sting of the alcohol. 

"Everything's spinny, hehe." Niffty giggled, reaching for a little more. "Ha ha! I think you're done, tiny." Angel took the shot from her, giving it to Husk who downed two shots at the same time. "No! Gimmie gimmie gimmie!" Niffty whined, reaching for the glass. 

"Oh, come on, bitch, she can handle a little more!" Cherri scowled. "She's like ten pounds soaking wet, and--" Angel defended before noticing the cyclops maid was gone. 

"Oh, shit. Where'd she go?"

Niffty ignored the angry yells as she cleaned up group of men's table. "Dirty, dirty, make it clean." Niffty said manically. 

"Dammit, Niffty. Sorry fellas, here, next one's on me." Angel threw a wad of cash at the men, rolling his eyes at how they fought over it.

"Niffty? Shit!" Angel cursed, seeing the redhead raiding the cleaning closet. "Chlorine....Bleach...." 

Angel went to stop her, when Cherri stopped him in his path, with her hands on her hip. "Angie, the fuck are you doing? You're supposed to be relaxing, not playing nanny." 

"Look, she ain't used to this scene. I-I just don't want her to end up in the gutter like I used to." Angel protested. 

"Pfft, whatever, nerd. Just catch up when you're done." The pink haired Cyclops walked away and Angel snatched Niffty up. "Stop! You can't take that! God Niff, why are you bein' such a mess?!" He snapped. 

"I-I'm the mess?" Niffty started bawling loudly. "Oh, oh shit! Hey, hey, hey...calm down, ya ain't a mess. It's fine, ssshhhh, hey, you wanna play with the kitty?" Angel panicked, before using his second pair of hands to rub soothing circles on Niffty's back and in her hair. 

"Yeah." whined Niffty. 

"The fuck is this?" Husk demanded as Niffty climbed all over him, and started pulling at his ears and eyebrows. "She's wasted." Angel deadpanned before smiling. "Just go with it." 

"Re-really?! Ugh, get the--" He sighed, accepting his fate as Niffty started pulling on his wings. 

"Ahh, hey, wow!" Pentious, who was clearly drunk, slid over to where Cherri was sitting boredly. "Hey, so, I see the club has a sex room. So I was thinking, maybe you'd want to uhm, do a sex with me?" He asked awkwardly. 

Cherri snorted, suddenly interested. "I'm sorry, why would we have sex?" "Uh, uh, um.. because I'm having sex with everyone here!" He exclaimed loudly, yelping when a group of demons dragged him into a room. "Get in here."

Cherri shook her head, before perking up seeing Angel approach with Husk and Niffty behind him. "You know, we can do this fucking shit every fucking night! You don't have to spend all of your off hours, 'working on yourself,' you little bitch."She grinned, ignoring Angel's raised eyebrow. 

"The hotel isn't a problem in his life, it's--" Husk defended before trailing off. "Valentino." Angel muttered darkly, looking off to the side. 

"Exactly. So why don't you---"

"No. Valentino." Angel's voice wobbled as he pointed at the moth sitting with two other demoness's. "Yeah, I'm here all the time, they know me. You're gorgeous...do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? Ooh, I could make you a star..." Valentino continued to talk as Angel started shaking in fear. 

"L-Let's get the fuck outta here, ok? Come on.---" He started to walk out when he realized something. Sparing a glance at Val over his shoulder, he quickly took notice of who was missing. "Where's Niffty?" "...Porn star. Okay, yup, bring me another drink or I'll fucking kill you." Val's voice carried over the party noise as Niffty ran over to him, giggling, "Bad boy. Hehehehe."

Angel, despite his fear, ran after her, muttering under his breath as he pushed through the crowd. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Get out of my way."

He quickly caught Niffty, just as she was approaching Valentino. "Holy shit, Angel Dust? What are you doing here, baby?" cooed the moth. "I'm surprised to see you not riding the prince's dick." he mocked, making a dick gesture. 

"Funny." Angel rolled his eyes. "Who's this chiquita? You bringing me fresh meat?" Val asked, leaning closer to eye Niffty. 

Niffty tried to bite him. 

"Oi!" exclaimed Valentino, leaning back in his seat, allowing the two demoness's to lean back against him.

"I just want a taste." Niffty growled with a grin. "Ehh, weird, but there's a kink for that I'm sure." shrugged the pimp. 

"Fuck off, Val." Hissed Angel, standing up, holding Niffty close. "Excuse me?" Val narrowed his eyes. 

"I said, fuck off. I put up with your bullshit for the longest time, and I will never let you get your claws into my friends." 

"You forget who you're talking to, slut?" "No, I know exactly who I'm talking to: An insecure piece of shit, who makes himself feel better beating up and taking advantage of vulnerable people and who is incapable of feeling anything other than greed, you , twisted, heartless son of a bitch." Val growled lowly, making a smoke chain appear, and he went to raise a hand to hit the spider, when suddenly a (f/c) chain pulled him to his knees, to be face to face with a shadow version of the prince. 

" Did you forget our deal, Valentino?" cooed the Shadow Prince, tail lazily swinging behind him. The pimp gulped nervously.

"Ugh, n-no, never." stuttered the moth, as the shadow version of (Y/N) narrowed his red eyes before pulling the moth close to him, effectively gagging him. Angel, Niffty, and Husk watched with wide eyes.

"Hm. So you weren't about to put your hands on Angel? You're saying I'm lying?" 

"No, Príncipe. Angel and I were just having a---" He choked when the shadow pulled harshly, before turning to the crowd. "Who here had seen Valentino raise his hand to Angel?" He called, raising an eyebrow at the many hands that had went up. 

The moth was shaking from where he was kneeling as he realized his mistake.

" Niffty, dear."  The shadow nodded his head, and Niffty snatched some fluff off of Val's neck. "Ow! What the fuck?!" He exclaimed. "For my collection, hehe." 

"I think, Valentino, I let you off too easy last time. Until I return from my meeting, you are going back to the...playroom. And if you think last time was horrifying.." The shadow laughed darkly, watching as the horror spread across Valentino's face. "Just wait, motherfucker. Just wait." And with the both Valentino and the shadow disappeared, with the shadow prince's laughter echoing through the club.

"Fuck, that was kind of hot." Angel sighed, thinking of his fiance. "Good job, kid." Husk smiled, patting Angel on the back as they finally walked back to Cherri. "Uh, Niffty, what's the fluff for?" Husk asked. "For my collection, hehehe." She chuckled.

"Did you just call these cunts your friends? Thought that was my job." She chuckled, looking proud of Angel. "There's room for everyone, and ya know, you could come crash with us too." Angel smiled. 

"Okay, look Angie, I'm glad this hotel shit is workin' for ya. But you know me, bitch. I'm doin' just fine. In fact, I'm gonna fuck the next guy I see, okay?" Cherri chuckled, starting to walk away before turning back to him with a soft smile, "But, if you need me, you know where to find me, yeah?"

She walked away, just as Pentious approached, panting heavily. "Is Cherri still here?" 

Angel and Husk both pointed at Cherri as she walked hand in hand with a random demon into a sex room. "Dammit!" He exclaimed. 

*Back in the Heaven courtroom*

"See! He did everything on your checklist! He was selfless, he stopped Niffty from stealing, and he stuck it to that moth man!" Charlie exclaimed proudly. 

"Uhh, well, uh...then, then why isn't he here then? Hm?" Ace demanded. "Yeah, why isn't he here?" Emily asked Sera who looked away. 

The court room started muttering uneasily. "Wait, none of you know what gets someone into Heaven?" (Y/N) spoke up, glaring as Sera spoke up. 

"This questioning stops now. We know when a soul arrives, we know when they pass divine judgement. It is our job to ensure these souls are safe." Sera said firmly, as Emily looked at Adam;s list, confusion on her face. 

Charlie stared in horror as Vaggie was revealed to be an exorcist angel, while (Y/N) watched the teal angel known as Ash carefully. He'd heard that singing voice from somewhere, but where...?

"I'm sorry, but this court finds that there is no evidence souls in Hell can be redeemed." Sera spoke firmly.

"Oh, fuck yes! I win. Suck it bitches!" 

Vaggie and Charlie backed up, as (Y/N) stood in front of them, sword in his hand, ready to defend, as the angels approached.

"You better save the date, cunts." Adam smirked as Lute and Ash appeared over him, giving him an even more sinister look. Ash took his mask and hood off to reveal.....

"Archer?" 

(Y/N)'s voice cracked, seeing his ex alive and grinning evilly at him. "Uh, the name is Ash. And we're coming to your hotel, first!" 

With a snap of his fingers, Adam opened a portal that started to suck the three into it. "What? No,no, you can't--" "Oh, you mother--" Vaggie and Charlie both protested as they were sucked in. (Y/N) remained silent as he held eye contact with Arc--Ash who grinned darkly and flicked him off, before the portal closed in the prince's face. "Charlie! Don't give up on this! I'll figure something out, I promise!" Emily called.

"That was uncalled for, Adam." Sera scolded. 

"Yeah, but did you see the looks on their fucking faces? It was... Ahem. Sorry." He cleared his throat before flying over to Lute and Ash, who had a quizzical look on his face. "Hey, what gives, asshat?" He asked the teal angel. 

"The prince. He called me Archer...and I never notice 'til now, but he looks awfully familiar." Ash hummed, missing the looks the other two exorcists shared. 

"Ah, don't worry your pretty little head about it, babe. Probably some demon shit." Adam shrugged, flying off, Lute following. "Yeah, you're probably right." shrugged the fox angel before flying off as well. 

"Extermination, of human souls. Demon or not, there is no reason to be doing this." Emily snapped. 

"They were uprising, Emily." Sera said, eyes glowing slightly in tune with her feelings, "It is my position as the Head Seraphim to protect our people at all costs, and it's your position to keep them happy and joyful. "

"How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people?" Whimpered Emily.

"Heaven needs us, Emily. Everyone looks to us and we can't doubt ourselves or worry about the fates of demons when we have our own souls to protect. Please, if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer: fallen. I couldn't bear to see you suffer that fate. So please, let me worry about this, okay?" She pressed a kiss to Emily's head, "I'm sorry." 

*Back in Hell*

(Y/N), Vaggie and Charlie collapsed on the hotel's floor, startling the rest of the hotel members from where they were lounging on the couches waiting for their return. 

"Sooo, how'd it go?" Angel asked, going over to hug (Y/N) when he noticed the haunted look in his eyes. "Sweetcheeks?" He asked, kneeling in front of his lover, grunting softly when (Y/N) hugged him tightly, hyperventilating and sobbing. Angel's arms wrapped around him and he stood up, holding him close. 

Without sparing a look to anyone, Angel quickly ran to their shared room and slammed the door, leaning against it, as he rocked (Y/N) back and forth, waiting for him to stop crying. 

Eventually, the harsh sobs quited down to an occasional sniffle, but he continued to cling to Angel.

"Bambino, let's take a quick shower, get in our pjs, and then we can cuddle in bed. We don't have to talk--" 

"No." replied the prince, voice heavy with emotion. 

"Okay, what do you need from me?" 

"Fuck me." 

Angel's eyes widen as he looked down at (Y/N) who refused to look at him. "What?" 

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, I don't want to remember anyone's love but yours. Please. We can shower and stuff after, but please...help me forget." He pleaded, wrapping his tail around the spider's waist. 

"Bambino, I won't fuck you." 

The prince started to protest when Angel ran a hand through his hair, "But I will make love to you. I love you too much to hurt you."  "I love you too. I love you so much." (Y/N) whimpered before being pulled into loving arms.

[astroyongie]

What are you choosing ?

Note: hey everyone! This is  little something that I have constructed in a way for you to see if you really know yourself but also as a way to heal and understand your inner desires and needs. This is a part of what we call shadow working, hopefully it will help. you are free to do this quietly, or if you want to share with me, feel free to do so <3

How it works?: please choose one option between the two and try to argument within yourself why you chose that 

This or that ?

Question 1

an apology from your father 

a hug from your mother

Question 2

being loved

being able to love

Question 3

your father choosing family over work

holding your childhood pet one last time 

Question 4

a good night kiss

your hair getting brushed and braided

Question 5

the ability to forgive yourself 

finally being heard and understood in your family 

Question 6

“i am proud of you” from your mother

“i love you” from your father

Question 7

reading you favorite childhood book for the first time

a letter from that one friend you one day never heard from again

Question 8

crying in your mother’s arms 

yelling at her all the things you were too afraid to speak out loud

Question 9

not feeling constantly lonely

 not feeling constantly misunderstood

now please choose one number between 1-6. pick the one that you are currently feeling most attracted to. and read your message: 

1- Yeshe Tsogyal: you will be able to overcome all of the obstacles you are currently facing. allow your spiritual guides to guide you through this and trust the process, the path that you are in. surround yourself with the people you know bring you only light into your life, allow yourself to trust them more and to trust yourself as well. by working on your spiritual side you will be able to overcome your shadow self.

2- Yogoni: Of course there’s a lot of changes happening in your life at the moment, but keep in mind that sometimes a door will close in order for another to be opened. trust your path and tell yourself if thighs aren't meant to be because life is trying to limit the pains in your life. stay faithful to yourself and your healing oath, as long as you stay authentic to yourself, you will be able to overcome things 

3- Terra Mater: your mental and spiritual path does not unfold like most people, it is taking a different way but you need to trust the process, as your spiritual guides love you unconditionally and they will help you find peace of mind. follow the new ideas and accept the changement that is happening in your life. your manifestation is strong, use it wisely. you know that goal you have? grasp it. Even if people say that it's stupid and impossible for you to have it, don't let it go and fight for your desires.

4- Beatitude: don't be afraid to show the true you. The only way to heal your inner conflicts and the pain is by accepting and loving who you are. even when things seem so hard to reach, keep walking down the rightful path and trust life. all the difficulties are going to bring you to wisdom and the right path.  

5- Biche: You are only a child that has been hurt. I am so sorry that you had to go through this hard thing. but your energy is able to overcome all of this negativity. you don't need to become something that you are not, your spiritual light is already warm and soft. keep yourself true to your inner core and things will become easier 

6- Volva: your spiritual power can heal your dark self way better than what you think. It's time for you to travel through the spiritual world and engage yourself more. don't try to control what is happening and allow it to unfold before you. instead work on something tangible, on something that will help you healing from all the pain you have suffered

[yellowbunnydreams]

Dance With Me? [Part 1] (Once Upon a December) ~William Afton/Steve Raglan x F! Reader~

~Oh yes, this one is seperated into parts as I have many, many plans. Sorry it is a weird length, I've been typing it up on my phone when I can.~

@ruh--roh-raggy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

CW: Slight angst, stalking, mentions of violence and blood, attempted sexual assault

Your journeys home had held a little more reverence since you had met William. Or at least, somewhat more offically met him.

It had become a sort of game between you, glancing at darkened glass to try and catch a glimpse of him. Occasionally spotting a hand that waved at you, or perhaps a heart drawn in the frost with 'W' signed next to it. You'd left a pair of headphones attached to an old CD player on a park bench when you knew he was following you, and the next day he had left it there for you with another song added to the list.

It was your favourite thing to listen to once there were a few more songs on there.

"Hey William." You spoke softly, quietly to the wind and the dark as you knew he would be listening to you. There had barely been any snow since the night he held you, so you knew he would be walking perhaps more naturally.

"Hey, bunny." He greeted, the warmth in his voice making you shiver. Sometimes William chose not to reply as he listened to you talk about your work day, but he knew that you'd been rushed around the office and were stressed out, figuring that you wanted to rant to him about the latest client, or how one of your colleagues stole the last coffee packet.

"Can I..I hold your hand again?" You ask, keeping your eyes forwards and down on the path in front of you. Arm reaching back uncomfortably, fingers slightly splayed as if to invite his to lace between yours.

William felt himself caught by surprise, as he had so many times since you brought up the courage to speak to him that first night. He spent many hours scouring for songs to put onto your CD whilst he should have been working. The feeling of your soft lips against his oh-so-briefly and gently played over and over again as he laid in his bed, the sheets messed up and tangled around his thick, long legs as he tossed and turned, wishing you could have your back against his chest just like that night.

Only this time he would be able to keep you warm.

Pushing forwards, he laced his rough fingers inbetween yours. Heart thumping in his chest as he smiled, feeling the coldness of your fingers pressing into his skin as he laced them together.

Walking slightly behind you still, your head turned automatically to look at him, but he used his free hand to grab the back of your head and keep it forwards. Leaving him slightly uncomfortably twisted around, but chuckling as he leaned forwards to breathe over your ear.

"Naughty, santa won't bring you any gifts if you keep that up." He teased, making you giggle as he held the back of your head. To anybody else it might look he was forcing you, but only you could feel the way his fingers moved into your hair lightly, hear the wavering breath as he spoke to you. The way he cupped the base of your skull so gently and made sure each fingertip had even pressure behind them as to not hurt you.

"Well I have precisely one thing on my list this year." You laughed, feeling a tender kiss on the side of your head as he squeezed your hand softly.

"Oh? Why don't you tell me?"

"No no, this isn't how this is going to work. You're my stalker afterall, you should know what it is by now." You chastised lightly, blushing as he kissed your head and hearing the taller man sigh slightly as he let go of your head and your hand, stepping back into place behind you.

"I almost wish I could go back to just being your shadow. You're far more demanding and annoying in person, you've ruined my stalker's fantasy." William laughed, almost hearing you roll your eyes as a snort escaped.

"Oh really? I can ignore you if you prefer." Shrieking with laughter as he wrapped his arms around you and spun, your eyes automatically shutting to stop yourself getting sick from the motion before he placed you down again. Kissing the top of your head.

"Hmm, whatever shall I do with you, bunny? I guess I'll have to find out what you want a different way." With a final squeeze, he stepped back, disapearing into the dark whilst keeping an eye on you, forming a plan in his head whilst unknowingly setting one in motion in yours.

~~

"You're wearing that coat again." Your colleague commented, raising a thin, manicured eyebrow as she nodded towards the oversized coat that had been given to you by William. It seemed to make him happy when you wore it, so you made all the more effort to do so.

"What? It's comfy and warm. Plus, I just took it out of the dryer this morning so it was extra toasty!" It wasn't a lie, you had taken it out of the dryer that morning as you had washed it again the night before, realising that there had been blood stains hidden by the thickness of it on your smaller frame.

"Is it your mystery man's? You'll have to introduce him to the office sometime! We don't even know his name!" She wriggled her eyebrows at you and you couldn't help the eyeroll that followed shortly after. Turning back to your coffee and finishing folding the last little envelope on your desk.

Your plan was being set in motion.

When William had given you his coat, your hands had found their way into the pockets naturally and had curled around a little piece of paper. Opening it in the safety of your home had made you gasp and raise an eyebrow slightly.

The paper was a receipt from your office supply, one that you recognised as being taped to the front of the boxes that came in with new shipments of folders and papers. You'd all been trained to keep the last shipment paper to reference the order numbers for the next shipment, but it had inadvertantly been a blessing for you and brought you one step closer to William.

It all formed part of your plan.

Picking up each envelope and carefully carrying them, you held them lightly, smiling as you began to hand out Christmas cards to your colleagues through the office. It was generally quite nice to see their faces light up, happy to get a card that when they opened them had a nice, warm message of cheer. Stopping by to chat with each person briefly and giving them verbal well wishes also.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you too!"

"Happy Holidays!"

"I know you don't celebrate Christmas, but please accept this card and seasons well wishes!"

Steve Raglan was the last card on your pile, voice slightly hoarse from keeping up the peppy, happy tones through all the well wishes and joyous conversations that you wished you could rather avoid and curl up with a good book at home. But it needed to be done, and it helped you keep your plan in motion.

Knocking lightly on his door, you heard the gravelly voice speak softly before you heard the sound of his chair scraping back and heavy footsteps, the door opening to reveal a slightly dishevelled Steve. The glasses that normally remained so high on his face at the end of his nose, neatly combed hair a mess as if he'd been running his fingers through it. The top button of his yellow plaid shirt undone and exposing a touch of dark hair on his chest. He looked handsome, and you felt a little pang of guilt that you were admiring him when you had already started to give your heart to William.

"Are you alright, Steve? You look...tired." you settled on tired, not thinking that 'fucked' was an appropriate way to describe him in the office. He raised a thick eyebrow before taking in his own state, as if noticing it for the first time.

"Oh, yeah I um...I stayed last night to get some client bits sorted. I think I slept in my office chair." His large hand reached up and rubbed at his eyes, disturbing his glasses and letting his silvery eyes close for a moment. You frowned as he really did look tired, reaching out and gently brushing your fingers against his upper arm with a reassuring, but concerned, smile.

"Well, if you need somebody to walk you home, please just say and I'll walk with you. You do need sleep afterall. It's Christmas and you should be at home as it is." Shaking your head slightly, Steve chuckled and made you look up. A soft lopsided smile gracing his face as he ran his fingers through his hair, your eyes flickering to his fingers for a moment and seemingly lost in thought as he replied.

"Says you, little miss. You're younger than me, and I've heard the gossip about your mysterious boyfriend, you should be with him. Not a bunch of old fuddy-duddies like me." Chuckling again as your cheeks flooded with heat. Sure he could see your blush on your face as your eyes snapped to his momentarily before shyly looking away. "Is that his coat?"

"Yeah, he um...he let me borrow it. And you're not old, sir! You're as spry as the rest of us, infact, probably more so, you have more energy than anybody I know." Giggling and watching his smile widen slightly as he looked down at you. Eyes crinkling up slightly before he reached behind the door and grabbed his coat, a long, heavy black trenchcoat with a purple lining that caught you a little off guard.

"Well, in celebration of the season, and me being not-old, and you having good things happening. How about I drive you home before I drive myself back? I worry about you, walking home all alone at night."

It seemed like Steve was not taking 'no' for an answer, so you nodded and placed your hands deep into your pockets as he locked up and headed out. The card in your hand partly forgotten as he walked through the offices and out into the cold, snow barely starting to fall again and leaving a pang of concern in your chest. Would William be okay if you didn't walk home?

Steve on the other hand, was delighted for the opportunity, hiding the wide smile from his face, he cleared his throat to compose himself as he unlocked the lovingly kept muscle car, the sleek black paint well polished and cared for as he opened the door for you like a gentleman.

Slipping inside and onto the cream leather, you took the chance to look around his car before Steve slid in. Smiling at you warmly before looking at the steering wheel, brow furrowed and then laughing.

"I had no idea where I was planning on going, but I think I may need directions to your house." He laughed, making you smile as you saw the crinkle around his eyes and the way they lit up closely for the first time. His salt and pepper hair catching the light and making you think how you wouldn't mind if William had such handsome features.

"No worries! Maybe you were just on auto-pilot?" You suggested, earning a shake from the man and watching him roll his eyes at himself before you gave the first direction, pulling out of the parking lot slowly due to the potential ice and newly laying snow.

The slow speed certainly helped your plan, allowing you to shuffle and settle into your seat before you turned to observe the older man.

"So, what do you want for Christmas, Steve?" You asked, making the man hum for a moment as he briefly turned his head towards you, brow knotted in concentration and licking his lip before one hand found its way into his hair and settled there for a moment.

"Honestly? I barely know anymore. Maybe like...A nice warm scarf. Almost Muppets Christmas Carol style." He smiled as you giggled at his response, shaking your head slightly, opening your mouth to speak, but being beaten to the punch by Steve as he glanced at you with a sly grin. "And what about you?"

"God now you're asking! You know, there has been one thing on my Christmas list since I was a kid," you didn't know why you felt so comfortable opening up to Steve, though you had your suspicions. Cheeks heating up as you looked down at your shoes. "I always wanted one of those silly Spring-Bonnie plushes. I loved 'Freddy and Friends', the old show, growing up and I remember the ad for the Spring-Bonnie plush most of all."

Steve was silent as you continued the slow drive to your house, lost in thought and focusing on the road ahead before he finally pulled in front of it. The windows dark and blank, making him frown as he wondered if you hadn't put up your decorations yet.

"Oh, and for somebody to do my damn decorations, I suppose. The lights always get tangled." Laughing softly and earning a smile from the older man before he reassuringly reached out and patted your hand assuringly.

"Well, if you're a good girl, you'll have to see what Santa brings." He teased, making your cheeks heat up more and avert your eyes from his silver ones. The words sent a pleasant shiver up your spine, the feeling of his rough fingertips against the back of your hand all too familiar and dissimilar at the same time.

"Thanks for the ride home." Stepping out of the car and pausing as you reached into your pocket, pulling out the neat card and presenting it to him, watching his hesitation before a soft, lopsided smile grew on his face and he almost cradled the small object in his large palm. "Don't open it until Christmas okay!"

"I promise little lady, now get inside before you freeze!" Laughing and playfully shooing you as he watched you hurry to your door. Trying to keep his composure as your soft perfume lingered in his car, so close to him once again. Once you were safely inside, a wide grin split his face as he drove off, practically buzzing with excitement that he knew the perfect gift to get his precious little thing.

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Chapter 7.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

I sat at the counter with my notebook and pen, scribbling down ideas for new recipes or drinks. My mind frequently wandered to johnnie, and it worried me. I couldn't get what Jake asked me out of my brain. did I like johnnie? I couldn't tell if what I was feeling was just having a really good friend or something more. I cringed at myself. I doodled on the side of my page, drawing hearts and stars until someone walked in.

"Hello, miss." the man said with a heavy southern accent. I suppressed a laugh, thinking about Jake.

"Hi, what can i get for you?"

"Let me get the peanut butter mocha, please. That'll be all." he sighed. I nodded in response. "You got a boyfriend?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. I'm sure he didn't mean it the way it sounded. I immediately thought about johnnie. "No, sir."

"Well, don't worry. once you find someone, you'll know." he had a crooked tooth grin.

"Oh, thank you." I smiled. it confused me where this came from. "Why do you say?"

"You learn to read how people feel when you have a bipolar wife." he snorted.

"Well, you were spot on."

a woman walked in behind him on her phone. she looked up and smiled at me. she was beautiful, even if she had a messy bun and no makeup. she seemed sweet.

"Listen, you seem like a nice girl. you've got looks on your side, too. I say go for it. I know I don't know your situation, but when you look back, you'll regret it."

I was getting a little more concerned each second. this was almost creepy. how could he be so right? I passed his coffee over the counter. "Thank you." I said genuinely.

he nodded, not saying a word as he walked out of the cafe.

"What was that about?" the girl asked, walking up to the counter.

"Apparently, he could sense how I was feeling. I've been overthinking about this guy I met, and he was spot on." I shrugged.

"so, when's he going to tell my fortune?" she joked, pulling out her wallet. "tell me about this guy."

"well, I met him a few days ago. I think he's really cute and we've had our... moments, I guess. i think I might be gaslighting myself into thinking I don't like him like that. I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a genuine crush." I rambled. "I genuinely do not know why I'm opening up to strangers."

"I mean, who knows if we'll ever cross paths again."

"still, I feel stupid." I shake my head. "anyway, what can I get for you?"

"can I just get an iced caramel coffee?" she asked with a sweet smile on her face.

I hum, turning around to make it. What a weird night, I'll probably end up rephrasing to tell johnnie later. we talked little after she asked.

"I hope you have a good night." I smiled softly as I handed her coffee over the counter.

"you too." she smiled back before walking out.

I sat back down and continued to try and write, but my mind frequently wandered back to johnnie. was he even coming tonight?

about an hour and a half later, the door bell rang. "Hey, y/n." Johnnie's tired voice called. I looked up, he carried his computer under one arm.

"johnnie, how bad is your sleep schedule?" I teased, "this is the 3rd night in a row you've come to see me. you must love my face to come here at like 2 am every night."

"what can I say? I get really bad nightmares and your face does in fact make me feel better."

my gaze softened as I smiled.

"do you mind if I hang out in here and edit a video?"

"I'd love that." my heart fluttered at Johnnie's presence.

I turned around to clean the counters as he chose the table closest to where I was. he lazily opened his computer and pulled up the needed footage.

I hummed quietly to what was playing in my headphone as I finished wiping everything down. I fixed myself a coffee and went to sit across from him.

"I had the weirdest fucking encounter today." I mentioned.

he looked up. "what happened?"

"This guy came in and told me that I seemed stressed over a guy and that I'll know if he's the right person and I shouldn't fight my feelings off." I blurted, not bothering to rephrase it.

he made eye contact with me again, curiosity glistening in his eyes. "so, like, a connection you can't explain? thats really poetic."

"yeah, it's scary cause he's right." I mumbled.

"well, if you think you've found that person, then go for it. life's too short to not." he looks back down at his laptop.

"what if I'm not sure if he likes me back?"

a twinge of hurt flashed in his eyes. he seemed to be scrounging for ways to respond. "well, what if he's just as unsure as you?" he asked knowingly.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "so should I really think on it?"

"you might be wasting time, but you never know. maybe waiting is a good decision." he avoided eye contact with me.

"are you good?"

"yeah." he trailed off, rubbing his arm.

silence filled the room for a good minute, I zoned out, staring into my coffee once more.

"have you ever felt that way?"

"felt like what?"

"when you like someone but you're terrified it'll ruin something good?" I pondered.

he looked up, his gaze softening. "yeah, the fear of losing someone so special even though nothing has happened yet?"

"yeah, exactly."

"well, I guess we have to take risks. step out of our comfort zone, you know?" he paused. "at least we could say we tried, right?"

"right." I whispered, awkward tension filled the room.

he cleared his throat. "when you know, you know."

[beautifulpersonpeach]

He put crack in this song.

Does anyone else sit with the fact that, besides the choir, every voice heard on Set Me Free Pt 2 belongs to Jimin?

(Jimin, the man you are...)

You know, I used to wonder why Yoongi chose Tony Montana as the song to have Jimin rap on. This was way back, when I didn't really pay attention to Jimin, and I felt Jimin should be the last person to feature on a track like that. Tony Montana is one of the most disgusting songs in Yoongi's discography. It's so nasty. I'm talking gutter trap, filthy distortion... not even Yankie (the original featuring artist) could do that beat justice, and that's the song Yoongi gave Jimin.

Yoongi knew...

(He's an animal)

Yoongi knew that Jimin would work magic on a track like Tony Montana, and be fully in his element. Jimin is very similar to Yoongi in that way, and this is even more clear after SMF Pt 2. Yoonmin both use autotune to represent the voices in their heads, to colour whole personalities, to exhibit their alter-egos, both benevolent and malicious. Yoongi's mastery of that tool has only enhanced his credibility as an MC, and if there's any member who can one day match Yoongi's proficiency in using that stylistic tool, it's Jimin. Because already, with his first ever song as a solo artist, Jimin has painted such an arresting picture using that tool.

When SMF Pt 2 first dropped, I thought there were only two voices in the song: the autotuned voice saying Jimin's inner thoughts, and the normal voice singing the topline of the song. Now, I hear four distinct voices:

The voice representing reckless ambition - “I never stop, I never stop / Ah yeah, ah yeah”

The voice representing impatience and anger - "Hey fool, just get out of my way / Shut up, fuck off / I’m on my way"

The voice representing the exponent - "Enemy / Better be"

The voice representing clarity, acceptance, and triumph - "날 비웃어도 멈추지 않아"

Even with the autotune, Jimin uses it in three very different ways to express three different voices in his head - all of which are wholly Jimin, but he closes off the whole affair in his own voice, the one that's least processed on the song, the voice that represents his triumph and determination to forge his own path.

(Called it)

It's been weeks and I'm still obsessed with Jimin's delivery of those voices. His voice is addicting. No member in BTS can sing "Fuck all your opps" the way Jimin does.

Speaking of opps...

I've seen your asks about our old friend, William, and I haven't responded because a big part of me doesn't care. I don't want to be dismissive of the people who are angry that William excluded ~100k units in sales for Jimin (and Jimin only, going by the placements of other k-artists on the chart) in the second week of tracking. I agree with you that it's annoying because as it always is with BTS, the rules have been selectively applied, Jimin's work and achievement has been made to look less legitimate, and this is happening while the same organization highlights and celebrates other k-artists who haven't just fallen off the chart, but also performed poorly in critics reviews, so a.k.a. mediaplay.

I feel the frustration too but at the same time, when has the playing field ever been equal for BTS? It feels like a rite of passage for new fans to experience at least one 'what the fuck just happened?' moment when it comes to how blatant the subversion is for BTS.

But I don't care to harp on about it because (1) It's unproductive, (2) I'm neck-deep in FACE, (3) I just kinda believe Jimin.

He's not stopping. He plans to continue making music even if it hurts and even if people mock him. And I plan to keep listening to him for as long as he feels he has something to say. Jimin has already made his mark, and like everything else he does, he's done it in record time in spite of all the handicaps. He knows his fans love his work, he knows he's gotten critical acclaim for his efforts, and he knows the industry has never been a friend - he's not new to William's antics. Jimin is fine.

(...more than fine. Just look at that man. God. He was born to own the stage)

The fandom is another matter lol. ARMYs will need to figure out how to adapt, the way the fandom has always found ways to adapt, but I don't know if this will happen before the implosion or afterwards.

Either way it's only a matter of time before Jimin comes back with another project that ends k-pop and wins hearts, saves souls, and makes babies. The world can decide whether or not to make room for him to settle at the top and it wouldn't matter, because Jimin means it when he says he makes his own way. And I intend to support him as an artist his entire career. It's me and him. The rest of you can choose to join in or not.

(A performer)

Everything about Set Me Free Pt 2 feels extreme. Every single thing about it. The brass. The haunting, wailing, choral chants. The autotune... There are so many choices Jimin could have made on that song: he could've tempered the aggression with an intermission of his feather-light vocals the way he does on Face Off, he could have emphasized his points by having the instrumentals bottom out the way it does on Alone, he could have gone about SMF Pt 2 in a million other ways, but he chose the most audacious sound to declare that from here on out, he's playing by his own rules, making art on his own terms, and everyone else is just going to have to get used to the idea.

(*The performer)

*

For the Anon surprised that Jimin knows about Rilke, but went on to diss Joon in the same ask... what did you think Jimin was doing with Namjoon all those times they'd hang out and talk about life? Namjoon is the bonafide Rilke fanboy in BTS, has been sharing Rilke's works and poems with fans and the members for at least six years now, but it's suddenly surprising Jimin looked up poems to fit the theme of his song and went with Rilke? Y'all need to start paying attention to how your biases interact with every other member in BTS, not just the members you like.

[faithfully-yours]

The Moon Will Sing

Fandom : Just Roll With It Riptide

Ship : none

Summary : Gillion was only ever a mirror, something to reflect some elses greatness

Warnings : Implied abuse, basically Gill's childhood, episode 109 spoilers

Notes : The Crane Wives has me in a god damn choke hold

Age 9

"Tell me once again, please."

My small begging voice seemed to claw through the elder's wall, not far enough through though.

"The prophecy chose you, that is why you're here."

"But I could have been anyone, *anyone* else, and I could've gotten out."

"There is nothing to get out of, it's a privilege."

"But, before you made the choice for me-"

The elder crouches down to get on eye level with Me.

"Look, this is your destiny, Gillion. Accept it."

He took my hand and started pulling me foward. My feet knew the path to where we were headed. The training grounds.

Again. Of course.

I remember when I was first brought here. We had walked in the dark.

I have no idea why, but in the dark they brought me to the grounds, and then it started.

I never gave a single thought to where it might lead, the first time.

That was before they told me.

Before.

Age 14

"All those empty rooms, it has to get lonely."

Edyn says, with a smile.

They're letting her visit now, which is nice.

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else, but no.

We had to stay in my room, Edyn said it was safer.

So I made a bed with apathy and there we sat, talking.

"My heart knew the weight of loneliness before I was stuck here Edyn." I say, leaning against her.

She shakes her head. "Ten years worth of dust and neglect. You can't just get rid of those memories Gill."

"I never said I could." She seems to put words in my mouth a lot. I love her though. If I couldn't see my sister, I don't know if I could survive this place.

Neither of us see eachother much anymore, and on the rare occasions we do we both seem tired.

But we made our peace with weariness and let it be.

Age 18

Another speech. After every mistake I get one. A speech.

this time though, I interrupt the particular elder.

"But, you said the moon will sing a song for me and-"

"Grow up. The moon rewards those who work."

His harsh hand grips my wrist as he yanks me along. "Us elders worked so hard for you, to make you a worthy chosen one. But you don't show us love, nor respect."

He opens a door and throws me harshly into a dark room.

I let out a groan as I hit the wall. "I loved you like the sun, and you do truly burn everything you touch. Bore the shadows you made."

He lets out a scoff. "Be thankful."

"I can't do anything. With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me."

He turns on his heel and shuts the door, and locking it from the outside.

Trapping me in shadow.

"I shine only with the light you gave me."

I mutter, making myself comfortable. I won't get out within the next three days. I don't usually anyway.

Age 21

"Name your courage now!"

Feel the sharp tip of metal at my neck.

"You almost killed a navy officer."

The elder lets out a harsh laugh. "We have war. We could have had anything, anything else, but instead we have war."

I shrug. "I don't-"

"You don't what? We should have you killed Gillion."

"But instead you hoarded all that's left of me. My sister, my freedom."

My voice sounds small and rough. I really don't like it. I don't like most things about my things now though.

Hey won't do it. Kill me that is, they won't kill me. Right.

What am I kidding.

"look at you. Swallowin' your doubt. Don't worry, we won't kill you. It's almost like you want us to banish you."

Like swords in the pit of my belly, the words claw at my insides. Bringing out the fact that, maybe the words are true.

"I wanna feel the fire that you kept from me. You don't own me."

He lowers the sword. "Leave. Get out of the undersea now. We do not want you."

"What?"

I stand up so quickly that my chair gets hit across the room.

"Leave."

I can't tell if he's serious. They've done this before. Almost in a taunting way. But he's serious this time,

I feel someone grabbing my arms and pulling me back.

I shake the guards off, turn around, and run.

I run. I swim out of the castle.

Age 22

Chip was my friend. I think.

He is my friend. I don't know why I say was, he's not dead.

He's undead.

That's still settling in. He leans on my shoulder, tracing his cold fingers up and down my bicep.

"I don't know how to feel you know."

He says.

"What do you mean?"

"Gill, you've killed undead, I've killed undead. It feels-"

"We've killed living too. I have anyway."

He sighs, looking up at the night sky. We sit on the deck of our ship, because Jay wanted to sleep and it's my night on watch. Also quite frankly Chip doesn't really need sleep anymore.

"What happened to you? In the under sea." He asks in a whisper.

I usually manage to avoid the subject.

"I don't see why that matters."

He lets out a scoff. "I do, I hear you in your sleep you know. You toss and turn, you talk."

"I do?"

"Yes. Sometimes it's about the moon, which makes sense after the fae wilds I guess."

I wrap my arm around his waist as he lets out a sigh. "Are the words, coherent at all?"

I've heard off people from the oversea sleep talking, but it's usually just random mumbles.

Chip nods. "Yeah, usually it's 'The moon will sing a song for me,' and stuff."

I let out a small shuddering breath. "Oh."

"Is that, weird?"

I shake my head. "It's just, something the elders used to tell me. When I was being groomed for being the chosen one. It was a saying, something to say that the moon would make prayers sent to her help you instead."

"What about the whole, I loved you like the sun stuff? It's only sometimes that I've heard that but."

"It was-" I shake my head. "When I was kid, there was this one time, it doesn't matter. Must have just been a flashback or something."

He nods with a small hum of acknowledgement.

"What happened?"

"An elder got mad at me, I was thrown in a dungeon. Said something along the lines of," I shake my head again, "I don't even remember. Um, Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own-"

"I shine only with the light you gave me." Jays voice comes from the stairs as she comes to the top deck. "You really do need to work on your sleep talking, you do realize we all sleep in the same room."

"I can't control it." I say, pushing my self up so I'm sitting straight, unintentionally pushing Chip off of my shoulder in the process.

She shrugs, leaning on the railing of the ship.

"What does that mean?" She asks, looking at us. "I shine only with the light you gave me?"

Chip answers before I can. "It's the sun and moon thing, the moon only shines because the sun reflects light off of it. It's like saying you only mean anything while the other is there with you."

Huh, he described that perfectly.

Jay let's out a small scoff, "When did you become so wise Chip?"

"When my heart got pulled out." He answers in a humorless voice. Jay's face goes pale and Chip bursts out laughing. "You're good, I'm joking."

You know I've never felt like that here.

I've never felt like a weapon or other.

Here I'm just me.

Welp episode 114 is gonna hit him like a brick.

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟵 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘂𝗺

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ��⫘ : flashback

My second night at Obsidian was by no means peaceful.

Lord Gilbert invites me to eat the cookies with him on the bed in an ill-mannered way.

But I can't taste it.

When I cast my eyes down, cold fingers grabbed my chin as if to say no—

Gilbert: "Hey, I want you to tell me one thing too..."

Gilbert: "You haven't made eye contact with me once today. Why?"

The blood-colored eyes, which do not reflect any emotion, loom in front of me.

A faint exhale mingled with the breath, and my breathing became shallow.

Emma: "… I feel like it."

Gilbert: "You're still reeling from yesterday, aren't you?"

Emma: "If you know what I mean, don't ask."

Gilbert: "I'm asking you because I don't know. ...How can we make up?"

Emma: "It's not like we're fighting."

Gilbert: "You're mad at me, aren't you? For saying, "You'll be glad if I die."

(Even though you know.)

I gently brush off Lord Gilbert's hand, keep my distance from him, and nod.

Gilbert: "You are such a saint that you would respect even the life of a villain. Aren't you kind?"

I understand, but it doesn't add up. I think that's how Lord Gilbert is feeling right now.

(Even if he is the worst of the worst, Lord Gilbert is—)

Emma: "… The owner once told me that Lord Gilbert used to be a boy with a beautiful heart."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, what is that?"

Emma: "And he even told me that I am like Lord Gilbert."

Gilbert: "… Huh?"

I felt the atmosphere around Lord Gilbert sway slightly.

Emma: "I am often told by Rio and others that "I take care of others and neglect myself..."

Emma: "Lord Gilbert, you also did this in the beginning, didn't you?"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Gilbert: "There are different criteria for evaluating a beautiful heart…"

Gilbert: "Let's define beauty in your case as "having more love for others than for yourself."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

(I wasn't aware of that, but if everyone says so, I have to admit it.)

I am not neglecting myself by any means.

I'm just happy when people around me laugh... That's all.

Emma: "If Lord Gilbert's root is the same as mine, then you chose the path of becoming evil yourself for the sake of others."

Emma: "There had to be a price to pay to correct the deceit and corruption."

Emma: "I think that's what this is all about."

Gilbert: "No way, is that what you think of me?"

Lord Gilbert tries to laugh it off, but his eyes are not smiling.

It didn't seem to be a misguided consideration.

Gilbert: "And even if that were true, then what is beyond that?"

Gilbert: "Are you going to say, "You are actually a good person. So you shouldn't die?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, don't do that, okay? That's disgusting."

Emma: "I won't say it. Whatever the reason, Lord Gilbert chose the path of evil."

Emma: "It's ridiculous to think you're a good person, and I've never thought so."

Gilbert: "Then you don't mind if I die, do you?"

Emma: "You're taking this too far!"

Gilbert: "Yeah? I think death is the norm for villains."

Emma: "I think it's cowardly. When you die, it only makes you feel better."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Ahaha! Yes, that's right. I see, you're the type of person who wants to make life a living hell, aren't you?"

Gilbert: "So when I think about you being angry... well..."

Emma: "Don't get me wrong! I don't care if it is a living hell or not."

Emma: "It's just... just..."

Emma: "… It's just too unrewarding."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

(This person... Why is he trying to fulfill his ideals even at the cost of his own life?)

If it were me—I wouldn't be able to fulfill such a great ideal for a stranger.

Not unless you have someone really close to you—someone that you absolutely want to protect from deceit and corruption.

(Me and Lord Gilbert are different. But if we're similar, then maybe...)

Emma: "My definition of a friend is "someone who is fun to be with, makes you laugh, and makes you want to wish them happiness."

Emma: "And Lord Gilbert is my friend."

Emma: "… If you're my friend, don't try to leave me."

(I really don't think it should be rewarded.)

(Including the Blood-Stained Rose Day, Lord Gilbert does things that are unforgivable.)

I can't honestly wish for happiness, either.

I even feel like there is blood in my words.

(So, only in this room.)

(Only when it's just the two of us…)

Emma: "I... did not dislike Lord Gilbert's malicious kindness."

Emma: "Why would I want to kill such a person?"

(If I could kill, I wouldn't be in such pain all the time.)

(That's why... I got so angry.)

Gilbert: "… That's so sweet it's repulsive."

(. . . . . .)

The words of rejection were wrapped in a countless number of thorns that I didn't expect to be aimed at a friend.

Gilbert: "If my single word can set Rhodolite on fire, and killing me won't do that—"

Gilbert: "Are you still going to say, "I don't want you to die," when you have to make a choice like that?"

Gilbert: "Me or Rhodolite. If such a balance is held out in front of you, you won't hesitate."

Emma: "No, I am lost. I'm lost and confused, and I will find another way."

Gilbert: "What if a lot of people die in the meantime?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "That's what I am to you."

Gilbert: "You can't be with me unless you're ready to kill me."

Gilbert: "Unless you want to be a traitor in the truest sense of the word…?"

(It was Lord Gilbert who first offered me a "friend," so why is he pushing me away like that?)

(… It's as if you want me to wish you dead.)

I knew from the beginning that Lord Gilbert's definition of "friend" was different from mine.

But when the perceptions don't mesh this well, I am beyond angry and in despair.

(If Lord Gilbert thinks that way, he shouldn't have been so kind to me in the first place.)

(What he says and what he does are in contradiction.)

(I wonder if he wants to make me suffer. ...that's a possibility.)

Gilbert: "Hehe... just the right opportunity. I have something I was going to give you when we get back to the castle."

(In this way…?) **

Lord Gilbert stands up and takes a small case out of the drawer of his office desk.

The lid of the case, which was obviously made of high-quality material, was opened, and as I approached it and looked inside, I saw that it was something of a shape I had never seen before, something I had no idea what it would be used for.

(… I don't know what it is, but I know it's not good.)

It's a polished piece of silver.

When I look closely, I can see that the metal is decorated with delicate roses.

The metal had a rotating golden round thing on it and a bright red rose charm on the black part that appeared to be the handle.

Gilbert: "Yes, Little Bunny."

Lord Gilbert makes me hold it with a smile.

It felt so comfortable in my hand as if it had been made for me.

Gilbert: "That face... you've never seen it in Rhodolite, have you?"

Emma: "Is this common in Obsidian?"

Gilbert: "No. This is a prototype that I made, so it's not on the market."

Gilbert: "But it's easy to use."

Lord Gilbert grips the cylindrical silver part and presses it against his own chest.

I instinctively had a bad feeling that made me break out in a cold sweat.

Gilbert: "First, this is a safety device, so remove it, then turn this. And if you finally pull the trigger—"

Gilbert: "Even Little Bunny could kill people easily."

Emma: "Ah..."

It slips from my hand, and Lord Gilbert grabs it before it hits the ground.

Gilbert: "Don't drop it because it might explode if it oscillates."

Gilbert: "Well, there is no live ammo in it right now. Don't forget to load it properly when you use it for real."

Emma: "Lord Gilbert, this is..."

Gilbert: "It's a gun."

(Oh, my god!)

(No, wait, is this a gun in the first place?)

The guns... I believe they were a new type of weapon that has been seen on the battlefield in recent years.

But the guns I learned about from books would not be so small or easy to handle.

(It's totally different from the guns I know.)

(Even though Obsidian is an advanced country in military technology, this is...)

My fingertips tremble at the thought of holding a tool that could easily take someone's life.

Lord Gilbert noticed this, put the rose gun on the desk, and gently wrapped his hand around mine.

Gilbert: "You know as well that my gift is to accept or be accepted."

Emma: "I don't have any use for this stuff!"

Gilbert: "Right now? You might think this is a murder weapon."

Gilbert: "But in other words, it could also be a "weapon needed to protect what is important" to you."

Gilbert: "But I'm sure you'll have limited opportunities to use it. As long as I'm here, your life isn't in danger."

Gilbert: "But you see, I am your greatest enemy and world disaster, protecting you."

Gilbert: "There will always come a time of choice. There's no harm in having it."

(How can you say that?)

(... Do you really want me to kill you?)

Emma: "I will not accept this time. I will never, ever accept this!"

I tried to shake his hand off vigorously, but Lord Gilberto tightened his grip and…

Gilbert: "You're not very understanding."

He pulled out a nearby chair and forced me to sit down.

Then he kneels down in front of me and pulls up my skirt.

Emma: "What are you doing!?"

Gilbert: "If you resist, I'll tie you up, okay?"

Emma: "Unreasonable..."

Gilbert: "You're a hostage, so you have to understand."

Cold fingertips touch my thighs, and my body trembles involuntarily.

(What are you really doing...?)

I seriously thought about kicking him off, but he didn't seem to want to touch me, instead, Lord Gilbert picked up something like a leather belt that was on the desk and began to wrap it around my leg.

Gilbert: "Yep, it fits."

Smiling with satisfaction, he attaches the gun to the belt.

Apparently, it was an accessory for carrying a gun.

Gilbert: "Carry this weapon with you at all times."

(… You're not listening to me at all.)

When I appealed to him with my gaze as if I couldn't understand his words,

Lord Gilbert notices this, softens his eyes, and for some reason bites my thigh.

Emma: "Hey, why would you do that!?"

Gilbert: "Oh, am I mistaken? You had a cocky look in your eye, I thought you wanted me to bite you."

Emma: "You know that's not true, right?"

Gilbert: "Hehe…"

With a confident smile, Lord Gilbert clenched his teeth, far from feeling sorry.

The mark on my thigh was painful... yet there was a glamor that I couldn't look at directly.

Gilbert: "But if you don't, you'll die, okay? That's what this place is about."

Emma: "… Don't you hate authority?"

Gilbert: "That's that, and this is that."

Gilbert: "This is Obsidian. Even if you don't like it, you have to accept my gift..."

Gilbert: "Even with this, you must not resist."

A cold hand lifts my leg and then bites me on the calf.

It felt different than trying to instill fear in my body... and force me to obey.

(I'm not scared... just embarrassed.)

His tongue crawls over the bite marks, and my legs tremble.

I was about to say stop — but I gasped.

(… What's with that face?)

His red eye, which rarely reflects emotion, seems to have a somewhat melancholy look.

The sad face that makes my heart clench, whether Lord Gilbert is aware of it or not...

(Does it only look that way because I'm looking down?)

(No... but...)

When I stopped resisting in confusion, Lord Gilbert raised his head, and our eyes met.

Gilbert: "Oh, your face... You're in so much pain and suffering."

(What do I look like?)

Gilbert: "Wouldn't it be easier if we just hated each other?"

Emma: "… I agree. I wish I could manipulate my emotions to my liking."

Gilbert: "If you could do that, though, you wouldn't be human."

Laughing softly, Lord Gilbert bites me again.

Sooner or later, my legs were going to be covered in bite marks.

(He's doing terrible things to me... but I can't refuse him.)

(I wonder… if I've been trampled.)

Gilbert: "…… I'm sorry."

(Eh...)

The faint sound of a voice makes me gasp.

But Lord Gilbert only smiles refreshingly, and his red eye flickers.

The heart of the trampling beast was never revealed.

[beomgyw]

A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND

you chose not to ask about it

remember that some of the paths are similar, but every decision is important for the outcome

if you're new here, go back to the beginning !!

the air in the cafeteria swirls with the aroma of brewing coffee and the buzz of conversation as you spot soobin making his way towards your table. "long time no see!" you greet him with a grin as he slide into the seat opposite you.

you might be judging a book by its cover, but with his bunny-like face and gentle demeanour put you to ease. trusting him is a gut feeling, but also, someone who is friends with kai must be decent, right? at least more than yourself, you remind yourself; you shouldn't have been eavesdropping in the first place.

"sorry i ditched you earlier i´ve got this annoying friend. you'll meet him, eventually." he mentions, and you decide to not give it much importance. he then throws a glance your water bottle order with playful disdain. "plain water? no flavor, no fun…"

"what? i was thirsty!" you chuckle. "what were you thinking about having, anyway?"

"right so," he leans back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "are you a gin girl or a vodka girl?"

you raise an eyebrow. "i'm more of a 'give me the strongest and cheapest thing you've got' kind of girl."

"ah, so a college student." he laughs. "i can work with that."

before you can even pull your wallet out, he's already on his way to the counter. next thing you knew, he's back with two mysterious glasses in hand, each with a murky color that hint at a blend of different liquors. "what's in these?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"it´s the college student special. and trust me, you don't wanna know," he replies with a smirk. you both take a sip immediately your faces contort into grimaces. "it's good, right?" he asks through a goosebump.

"delicious." you deadpan, your voice dripping with mock enthusiasm as the two of you dissolve into laugher. he's fun to be around, soobin. "hey, speaking of college," you begin to say. "i saw you studying earlier. flunking many courses, huh?"

"i'm a brilliant student, mind you." he says, acting offended, hand to his chest. "passed every subject with flying colors. it's embarrassing to say but it was just for fun. and a crippling need for academic validation. but mostly fun. you can call me a nerd, whatever."

"ah, a nerd... so that explains why you're friends with huening kai."

"huening's a weeabish nintendo fanboy, not my breed of nerd." he said. "also, you're huening kai´s cousin so that makes you a nerd, genetically."

"bold assumption."

"but am i wrong?" he asks. and, as you stay silent, having no way to debate him, he grins and says, "exactly."

"anyway... what's your major?" you ask.

"history."

"of course. any specific field within that?"

"classical history. you know, greece and rome."

"of course."

"shut up." he says, taking another sip of the college student special he soon regrets. "what about you, what's your major?"

your expression darkens slightly, catching his attention. "i... um, literature." you mumble.

"your face just went all gloomy. not really really liking it, are you?"

"yeah, it's... it feels so hollow, you know? i've dreamt of being a writer since forever, and i love books. but sitting in class, drowning in grammar and syntax... it's like they've missed the whole point. i dunno, it's hard to put into words. i don't even understand it myself. that's why i'm heading back to geoje for the summer. need some time to figure things out."

"sure! sometimes you gotta step back to see the bigger picture, figure out what truly matters to you." he smiles. "my friend, the one who just called me, he's been going through something similar. he's a music major, you know? i've been trying to give him some advice, but i'm pretty happy with my major, so it's tough to advise him from my standpoint. feels a bit shallow. he's... well, he..." there's a pause as he hesitates. "i think you two would hit it off."

"i'm sure, yeah!" you force a smile to hide your awkwardness. the friend he was talking to on the phone, the friend who had been your bully but now apparently wanted to apologise. but of course, that was just your assumption.

the remainder of the trip was spent in lively conversation with soobin, exchanging summer plans and trading stories about your favorite spots in geoje. to your delight, you stumbled upon a mutual fascination with the iliad, diving headfirst into a debate over homer's authorship. it was endearing to see soobin's passion for the subject, you found traces of huening kai in him. it brought back memories of the heated arguments kai and you used to have as kids, fiercely debating which pokémon was the most powerful.

outside the train window, the sky shifts to deeper shades of purple as you approach your destination. you tell soobin that huening kai would be picking you up and offer him a ride too, but he politely declines, mentioning that he lives near the station.

and so, you finally arrive to geoje. you say goodbye to soobin, and just as you step outside the train, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. you check it to find a text notification from huening kai. "i'm here! bring the awkward on. 💪🏻"

go find huening kai.

[akkkkollle]

They made Scara’s redesign real fineee wanna breed him very bad.

✧Pairing: Scaramouche × M!Reader.

✧Words: 2200+.

✧CW/TW: The reader is an Electro Archon, breeding kink, humiliation, praise(?), Scaramouche is in love with the reader (and the reader is in love with him too), hickeys/bites, breast games, pleas, aftercare, the reader is bigger and higher than Scaramouche, mention of riding.

❗❗❗❗❗SPOILERS ALERT. ❗❗❗❗❗

  You sigh while you meditate, you feel like people are constantly thinking about some battle that the traveler has gone through again. You sigh as you descend to the ground of your kingdom and come back to the physical world. You walk, the sound of your heels echoes through the almost empty room. You look out from behind the door, squinting slightly from the sunlight.

  - Hello, M/n. - a slightly sarcastic voice is heard to your right. - It's strange to see you on the street.

  - People's thoughts make it difficult to concentrate, Miko. What is everyone talking about? - you ask, finally coming out from behind the door and hovering over the fox.

  - The traveler has reached the Sumeru and defeated some new emerging deity of wisdom. So Buer is saved, thanks to him/her. - she says, handing you a dango and some light novel, as always.

  - A new deity... It's too weird somehow. - you say, but the fox just shrugs and walks past you into the temple.

  - There is an interesting rumor, do you want to hear it? - you nod, coming in for her and chewing your precious dango. - Someone says that the heart of the electro archon was seen there.

  Your heart seems to skip a beat when you hear it. You teleport the book to your kingdom and finish the sweetness, looking at kitsune, who only smiles her usual smile.

  - Scaramouche? - you ask, and she just nods. - If it's him, then it's expected. He's not a perfect doll, it was stupid to think that he would win.

  You walk past her, straightening your hair. Your thoughts are still pondering his blueprint, his structure, his everything. And you become more and more convinced that everything happened as it should.

  - Why are you so hard on him? He's just a failed experiment. It's not his fault. - kitsune says in a too sugary tone.

  -You don't feel sorry for him, and neither do I. He chose this path himself, my task was only to create a replacement for himself. - you turn your head and look at her. - He, as you know, was not too strong for this job.

  She just shakes her head, chuckling a little.

  - He's in the Inazuma. - you freeze.

  -What?

  - He's in the Inazuma, M/n. Don't ask me what he's doing here. I don't know. But he's here. - she answers, putting her hands behind her back. - I gave you what I wanted. See you soon, my dear friend.

  She turns around, the sound of her shoes also echoing through the building until she disappears through the door. There is only one question in your head, "Why?".

Your eyes get a shade darker when you hear his thoughts, as if in confirmation that he is really here. But he's too close. You just grin, going back into your dimension, and humbly waiting for him.

  And then the night comes. Everyone goes home, waiting for dinner, sleep or to continue their work. The door to the temple quietly opens, making it clear that he is here.

  - Hey, (God's Name), come out! - he shouts, standing next to the stairs. You immediately appear in front of him in a meditating pose and with your eyes closed.

  - I've been waiting for you, you know? - you stand on the ground, and he swallows slightly.

  - I know. Felt like you were reading my mind. - he replies sarcastically, as always. You just laugh, running your gaze over his body and notice the eye of the god of Sumeru.

  -Are you going to stare at me for a long time? Or are you so offended that I didn't get your God's eye? - you just shake your head in denial of his words.

  You gently take his chin, bending over his small body, which makes him twitch a little. Your lips gently rest on his forehead, lingering there for a few seconds, and then pulling away. He blinks incessantly, trying to figure out what you've done, his cheeks turn slightly red when he swallows, causing his neck to twitch slightly.

  - I don't hold grudges against anyone. Although I am disappointed in you, to become a new deity... You're so stupid, you know? - you push him gently.

He lands on the floor, propping himself up on his elbows, looking at your tall figure. His body is trembling slightly, but clearly not from fear. He licks his lips, looking away.

  -I could be what you wouldn't let me be.

  You tried not to laugh, but it was impossible. A quiet, muffled laugh immediately rings out in the room, causing his cheeks to blush more and more.

  -Oh, Gods. I didn't let you? You're too weak, Scaramouche. - he tries to object something about his name, but you press on his chest. - I don't care what your name is now, for me you will always be only Scaramouche. You just don't deserve to be a God. I could push harder and you'd immediately snap in half, even though I wouldn't even try.

  His lips pout and twitch slightly. His eyes close slightly and he bites his lip.

  -What? Is a weak boy ready to burst into tears just from the truth? What a pity. - you move your foot away, brushing his groin, making him moan slightly. - You... Oh. So you cry because you like it.

  His body twitches when you press on his growing bulge, rubbing it. He moans softly and throws back his head, tears still trickle down his face. You throw his hat off his head, throwing it somewhere.

  You bend over his body, kissing his bitten lips. He immediately spreads his lips, clutching his tongue into yours, his hands wrap around your shoulders as you both kiss. Your tongues are fighting for dominance, which both of you do not want to give up, and he still gives up, realizing that the archon is too tough for him.

  You pull away, kissing his sharp chin, descending on his milky neck. Your lips cover his neck with hickeys while your hands fumble with his unwanted clothes. He groans when you take off the last attribute of his clothes, leaving him completely naked.

  You sink lower, to his chest, to be precise. You suck it, leaving the same crimson-red hickeys as on his chest. Your tongue licks his nipple, sucking it, making his cock twitch in anticipation, just like himself. 

- Damn, hurry up... - you lightly hit him on the thigh, as a sign that he will stop complaining. - Please..

It was quiet, but that's enough for you. You're still sucking on his chest while your hand goes down to his ass. You circle his rim, and then stick one finger inside, making him moan in relief, feeling your weak swaying.

  He twitches when he feels your fingers against his prostate. You grin, adding another finger, and biting his nipple.

  - Damn, (God's Name), please...! Fuck me! - his thighs shake as he shudders in orgasm, soiling his and your body with his sperm.

  - What a dirty boy... Let's play a game? - he looks weakly at you when you press his upper back and head to the floor. - Since you are not made for battle, so maybe you are made for something else?

  His weak eyelids open when he feels your hard cock against his hole, when you slowly rub against its edge.

  - What's the prize? - suddenly he asks.

  - We don't even have rules, and you want a prize? - he kicks you a little, which makes you laugh. - If I win, then I can fuck you until I get tired. Well, if you are...

  - Then... I will do it. - your eyebrow is raised in incomprehension. - I'll ride your useless cock until I blow you dry.

  You laugh, but you nod. Poor boy, he doesn't even understand who he's going to play with.

  You enter him with one thrust, causing his legs to rise while his head falls back with a loud moan of your name. His back arches over the floor, showing all the marks you left on him.

  You immediately start pushing, without giving him time to get used to it. His arms wrap around your shoulders, taking your clothes in an armful. You lightly shock him with your elecro power, he whines, but releases his grip, only wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

  -You're ready to come, aren't you? My ass is too good for you. You can't stand it. - he whispers between moans.

  - It's funny to hear this from a person who is shrinking around me more and more. - he whines in refutation of your words.

  Your gaze falls on his penis, which moves in time with your rough, deep and fast thrusts. Precum drips from his head, which spreads all over his body.

  - Damn, I'm coming now... - he whispers, pulling you closer to him, and laying his head on your shoulder.

  - Come on, doll, come on. - he comes with a loud moan as his body convulses.

He leans back, looking at your face through the tears that have accumulated in his eyes. All you have on your face is a winning grin that lets him know that he has lost.

  - Poor thing. Just don't cry, okay? - you run your hand over his cheek, wiping away his tears. - Regard it as a divine gift.

  He nods and you immediately continue your thrusts, letting him know that this will not end very soon.

  Some time later.

  You exhale finally coming out of his ass filled to the brim with your cum. You cover him with your cape, leaving him to rest and take a nap. And now you're just putting your dick back in your pants, as you feel that you are being pulled by the hand. 

-M/n, stay... - he whispers weakly, no longer able to say something sarcastic.

  You just laugh, but you get under your cape. Of course, lying on the floor is not very comfortable, but you are not complaining.

  -And I ... Was I really created for this? - he says, yawning on your chest.

  - This is nonsense, Skara. You're a guy, you were made for battle. If I needed someone to fertilize, I would make a girl. - he nods, tracing patterns on your clothes.

-How many times did you cum in me at all? 15 times?

  -18, to be precise, and what? - he shakes his head negatively, kissing you on the cheek.

-Nothing... Simply... - he whispers, already almost asleep. - I wanted to see my beloved Archon. And please him, as once before.

[fractualized]

Hey Fractualized, how are you?

About the Telltale Joker, how did he get the pale skin and green hair? Since he has a different origin from the comics version.

Do you think that somehow John was one of the victims of Thomas Wayne's illegal experiments or is the origin of John's condition linked to some other villain? (My guess is Hugo Strange) and Telltale didn't have time to explore it.

Sorry for any grammatical errors, English is my second language.

Hey! Bummed the weekend is coming to a close, but there'll be another one soon enough. And no need to apologize!

While I know Telltale's writing happened in a time crunch, I don't think that's why they didn't explore an origin for John. I think they simply chose not to, which is an instinct I applaud.

Across all Jokers, I am a big fan of keeping his past unknown, both for the fun of the possibilities and so that he remains a mystery that Bruce can never solve, yet another reason Joker vexes Batman. In Telltale, where John has his strange coloring before Bruce even meets him, I extend the mystery to the cause. I like the angst of Bruce convincing himself that if he can uncover what happened, it will help John in some way, but he never manages it. Also, Bruce's fixation on solving the mystery bothers John because John's focused on who he's making himself into now, and does Bruce not like that?? Strife!

Though I am attached to the idea that whatever happened to John happened at Ace Chemicals, and even though he doesn't remember it, that's why he's drawn there in both the vigilante and villain paths.

I've seen people propose John was one of Thomas's victims, but I don't think that fits. For one thing, Thomas's crime wasn't really experimenting on people. He was getting people illegally committed to Arkham if they got in his way. Whatever drugs he injected into them, the point was to alter their behavior so they seemed crazy, which legitimized trapping them in the asylum. He may have experimented in terms of changing what drugs he used to see if a new formulation would work better, but those observations weren't the point. The point was to expand his control over Gotham business and politics.

Also, I think the timing is way off. Bruce and John seem about the same age to me, which indicates that John was also a child when Thomas and Martha were murdered. Sure, there's a chance that little John witnessed something that would be bad for Thomas if he testified or went to the newspapers, but I still think he would've been too young to be committed to Arkham (and again I don't think it explains his skin and hair color). Also, while John has amnesia, he knows so much information about Lady Arkham's origins and such in Season 1 that I think he would've figured out if he was connected to Thomas Wayne— and we'd definitely know if that was the case because that would mean John is connected to Bruce, and John would've been over the freaking moon.

If you wanted to tie John's origin to another villain, Hugo Strange would definitely be a better fit than Thomas since he's done some wacky experimentation. Perhaps he was testing chemicals in his youth, and his trials acidified poor John, traumatizing him so badly that it nuked his memory. And then Strange pulled some strings and stowed his failed lab rat away in Arkham (since the place is definitely still corrupt after Thomas dies). But as I said, if I were to write it, this would just be a possibility. It would be a story Bruce put together that make so much sense in theory, but enough pieces are missing or don't fit that he can never be sure. And John's like, "You want me to try to bring back possible memories of being endlessly tortured by a mad scientist?? You okay there, buddy?"

[explodok1lls]

-llion Impressions? You're hired! | BKDK | Office AU | Part 1

Izuku Midoriya, has been working his ass off in the last 5 years, pushed himself to become a master of digital marketing so he could be one day employed in BKG Co. one of Japan's biggest luxury fashion companies and if he's lucky enough, he'll specifically get into DYNAMIGHT a BKG Co.'s subsidiary that offers affordable sports and active apparels.

Why did he want to SPECIFICALLY get in there? Well, it's a reason his friends still berates him over—Katsuki Bakugou the heir to this multi million conglomerate, the Big Boss of DYNAMIGHT, the reason why Izuku chose marketing as his course, chose this career path. But give him a pat on the back, it became his passion, he fell in love with it.

And hey, he's not a stalker FAR from it. He just wants to experience working closely with Katsuki Bakugou, because that man is a business genius (both of them are of the same age, so unfair) that's it. NOTHING ELSE. Maybe a crush? Duh.

-

Contrary to popular belief, Katsuki Bakugou might as well be Lucifer's reincarnation. If you put his personality on a pie chart, his illustration would be 50% angry, 40% pissed off, and 10% annoyed and THAT'S it! Percentages of these 3 would vary depending on what idiotic ideas would be presented to him.

With that personality (despite of his 10/10 face card), he's really fortunate enough that his company's CORE employees are his college friends because if not resignation letters would be submitted left and right and he would be doomed as fuck. DYNAMIGHT is his crowning glory he fought his Mom over it. He wanted his own company that is in line with his own ideas, passion, and hobbies. He's not gonna deny, he is one of those conglomerate bastards whose trust funds are handed over to them by their parents and just do whatever they want with it. But to his defense he was hands on with DYNAMIGHT (treats it like his child), he makes sure that every business decision would go through him. It wasn't his parents' money why his company generated 9 figure sales in just 2 years. It was the genius of the people who worked WITH him, people who can tolerate his brash personality, and yes, him.

He wants to keep their streak and make their sales higher but right now he's dealing with his Mom who's trying to snatch one of the members of his marketing team who is by the way! Great at his fucking job! Pinching his nose, he's still calling Mina, one his college best friends and is the Marketing Department's head.

His patience is wearing thin, he knows she's doing it on purpose because "Kat! The huddle sound of Slack is a bop!" and it's really pissing him off. He took a harsh breath through his nose when Mina finally answered. "The fuck took you so long to answer?" he harshly asked.

But Mina oh well, she's used to him after many years of friendship and hardship when they were starting DYNAMIGHT.

She chuckled, "Hello there, hot shot! You know how much I love the sound of Slack when you call for huddles, makes me wanna dance!" See? Now this is really getting into his nerves.

"The hell? This is an important matter! Why aren't you treating this seriously? Mom is trying to get Shinsou to her team. Shinsou, Mina!" He particularly put an emphasis on Shinsou's name. He is a great collaborator and devised many successful social media campaigns he can't afford to lose him for God's sake!

He heard Mina whistled before answering, "Don't worry she only needs him for three months, she'll bring him back. In the meantime since I also need an additional head count we need to hire his backup."

Katsuki's brows furrowed, tapping his MacBook's space bar repeatedly, harder than he has to, "Additional head count? This is the first time I'm hearing this Mina."

She sighed at the other end, "Well, your Mom just appeared outta nowhere asking for Shinsou. But honestly, I've been thinking about adding one person since quarter 1 of this year, we are swamped, Kat. An additional head count is a very big help."

Katsuki clicked his tounge, "Tch, fine. Find someone as good as Shinsou, or better." Katsuki can imagine Mina rolling her eyes, "Fine boss." she responded, and ends the huddle.

-

As someone who is almost online 24/7 Izuku is very religious in checking both his personal and work emails. So, when he opened his personal email, there's an unread email sitting in the label "DYNAMIGHT". He created this filter so every alerts when he subcribed to DYNAMIGHT Careers will automatically go there.

His heart was pounding when he opened it and the subject says:

DYNAMIGHT Careers | Hiring: Social Media Manager

Izuku always one step, no, two steps ahead made sure his resume is always up-to-date. Without any second thought he clicked the email and submitted his resume through the link.

Clasping his hands, "This is it! Oh god! This is my chance. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. Read my resume consider me as a candidate. PLEASE. THIS IS MY DREAM COMPANY TO WORK FOR!"

He was waiting for this moment, he's ready. He has the experience. He can back it up. He can present the campaigns he made over the course of his career, he'll do his best. Manifesting that they will hire him so he can finally meet him.

-

It only took 12 hours for DYNAMIGHT's hiring team to send him an invitation for an interview. Izuku is beaming with joy he could almost cry. Hey, he was the one who made the very trending social media campaign for a cola with none other than Yagi Toshinori a.k.a legendary actor who played the iconic role of All Might. That was one of the biggest milestones he managed to fulfill, he still couldn't believe he was able to work with his idol and now... he has to chance to get into the company he always wanted to work for.

The reviews are great from what he had gather over the years from Indeed and Glassdoor. They offer a very competitive salary package, paid PTO, great employee benefits, they value work life balance. But in every reviews he read the only negative feedback he always see is "the salary and benefits make up for the sour demeanor of our boss." Izuku is wondering who was that boss because he's seeing a pattern here. But whatever, he can always let the yelling go in his right ear then out of his left, as long the pay is right! Money. Money. Money.

After reading the invitation, he sends a quick reply confirming that he's okay to go on the provided schedule of interview he'll just file a PTO on his current work. Oh speaking of... he is hoping Hatsume and Kendo will understand that he needs to resign if he landed this job.

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