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birds of a feather: chapter two [hawks x reader]

chapter summary: keigo invites you over for the first time and lets you check out his wing-keeping kit. in the process, you learn a few things about his world.

chapter tags: childhood friends; neighbors trope; alternating povs; taking care of keigo's wings as a love language.

cw: prejudice; socioeconomic differences?

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“'Do not enter' is written on the door way, Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay, — Alex G, Treehouse

The first time Keigo invited you over, you were ecstatic.

The invite in itself was long overdue: the two of you had been friends for a year and neighbors for nearly two, so the fact that you’d never once stepped foot in his house during that period seemed like an intentional oversight. You didn’t mind always hanging out at yours’ (rather, you quite liked having Keigo inside your house), but you were insatiably curious about how your hybrid friend lived. You wanted to know what color his bedsheets were, what kind of cereal lined his pantry—everything there was to know about a person, really.

However, your parents always told you that inviting yourself over was very rude, so you never pushed. You figured there was a reason for his hesitance and eventually stopped asking “ Your place or mine? ” on the walk home from school, letting your house become the default hang-out spot. That’s why, when, on a gray, inconspicuous Tuesday, Keigo asked if you’d like to come over, you were completely caught off guard.

“Wha—?” you sputtered, suddenly having lost the ability to form sentences, “Me, over? House?”

Keigo looked pleased at the state you’d been reduced to. “Yes, you-over-house,” he mocked, “We can even us-play-video games.”

“Shut up,” you reddened. “I’m just surprised since we usually go to mine. B-but I don’t mind going to yours at all! Let’s hurry.”

You shifted your backpack higher up on your shoulders and began speed-walking down the street, leaving Keigo behind you. You didn’t want to give him the time to change his mind. The blonde snorted, but quickened his pace to match yours.

Soon, the two of you made it to your street. You took a brief moment to dash inside your own house and yell that you were going to Keigo’s—eliciting surprised Okays from your parents—before dashing back across the street to Keigo’s side. Laughing at your eagerness, he unlatched the front door and entered, leaving you to follow.

Your first impression of the Takami household was that it was similar to yours: staircase left of the foyer, living room connected to the kitchen. The similarities were to be expected, given that your houses were most likely built by the same construction company—but that was where they ended. Unlike your house, which your mother kept fastidiously white and empty, Keigo’s was full of life. The walls were painted a pretty sage green, and lined with pictures of Keigo, his mother, and an older couple you assumed were his grandparents. The windowsills were also filled with all sorts of plants and herbs, adding a welcome splash of color to the room. It was a stark contrast to the sad, blank interior of your own abode—Keigo’s house had character .

“I know it’s not as nice as yours,” Keigo apologized as he watched you take in your surroundings. “My mom insists on keeping all these dumb plants and—”

“Keigo, I love your house!” you exclaimed, cutting him off. “It’s so much prettier compared to mine. I wish Mom would let us paint our walls or keep plants, but apparently Architectural Digest says that’s not Beige Chic , or whatever.”

Keigo smiled. He knew he shouldn’t have doubted your reaction. “Okay, well once you’re done admiring my pretty house, come upstairs so I can beat you at Mario Kart.”

Your eyes flashed excitedly, immediately leaving the picture you were inspecting to follow after Keigo. “Sure you will. Hey, remind me again who’s the reigning champion?”

The blonde gave you an irritated look, but before he could retort, you were pushing past him up the stairs and into his bedroom. This was what you’d been most curious about on your walk back, and you couldn’t wait any longer to see it. Ignoring Keigo’s words of protest, you opened the door.

“Wow,” you blinked at the sight. “It’s very…angry.”

You didn’t know what you’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been… this . Keigo’s bedroom was practically devoid of anything except for Endeavor , his favorite superhero. The walls were plastered with posters of the flame hero, and a row of his figurines lined Keigo’s desk. Atop his twin-sized bed sat a small Endeavor stuffie, which smoldered at you menacingly from across the room.

You spun around to face your friend. “Keigo, I didn’t you were a fanboy!”

In the doorway of his room, Keigo flushed a red that rivaled his plumage.

“It’s not—I’m not a fanboy ,” he sputtered, “I just happen to like the show! And they always have a lot of his merch at the thrift and—you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just sit down.”

Laughing, you took a seat on the carpet and faced his XBox. “Whatever you say, fanboy .”

Keigo valiantly ignored your comment and began rifling through a box of controllers. You took this time to take in the rest of his room, which, aside from the Endeavor paraphernalia, was completely unassuming. There wasn’t much furniture other than a bed and desk, and what little else Keigo did possess was painted in dull shades of grey. The only splash of color was the green sweater he’d been wearing yesterday, now stuffed haphazardly into his drawers. Your eyes lazily followed the outline of the cabinet, until they reached the small box resting atop it.

“What’s that?” you pointed to the box curiously.

Keigo looked up from where he’d been setting up the XBox—an ancient thing he and his mom had scored at Goodwill—and spotted what you were pointing at. “Oh, that’s my wing-keeping kit.”

“Wing-keeping?”

“Yeah,” he shifted his wings, letting them catch rays from the window. The red plumes gleamed like rubies. “You didn’t think they were naturally like this, did you? This kind of exquisiteness requires serious upkeep, YN”

“Oh,” you said dumbly. The sight of Keigo’s feathers fluttering was nothing short of mesmerizing, and, for some reason, you liked that he was showing off to you. “Can I see the tools?”

The words left your mouth before you could think about them. You watched as Keigo’s wings immediately came to a still, and you internally groaned. Here we go.

Over the course of your year-long friendship with Keigo, you’d come to learn a lot about the blonde. You knew that he liked superhero shows (specifically Endeavor: Legend of the Flame) and that his favorite subject was History. He could run a 7-minute mile—the fastest out of all the fourth-grade boys—and was a fiend for fried chicken. You knew that, despite being relatively popular, he didn’t really like the other kids at school, and you were probably the closest thing to a best friend that he had. And most importantly, you knew to never, ever talk about hybrids around him.

At first, you figured he was just annoyed by your questions. As the only hybrid in your class, Keigo was constantly being probed by your classmates about his wings or eye markings. He’d never ignore them, of course, always answering their queries good-naturedly—but the tight-lipped smile he wore during those interactions betrayed his agitation. As your friendship progressed and you interacted more frequently with the blonde, though, you realized it wasn’t just questions about himself that irritated Keigo—it was whenever humans talked about hybrids at all. The week your class covered Japan’s history of hybrid discrimination, Keigo had resolutely faced the window and didn’t take a single note; and whenever Endeavor fought a hybrid villain on screen, Keigo huffed and asked to skip the episode. Little incidents like those deterred you from asking any questions related to his bird appendages, and even more from inquiring about the reason behind his anger.

Thus, you’d gone an entire year avoiding discussing anything hybrid-related with him. You figured that, as with him not inviting you in, he’d eventually get over it—you were sitting in his room right now, weren’t you? Plus, he couldn’t hate humans altogether if he was friends with you. There must be a logical reason behind his behavior, you reasoned.

Except, you’d blown any chance of that happening, now that you opened your big fat mouth and asked about his wings. And the first time he invited me over, too, you bemoaned internally. You’d at least wanted to see the kitchen before you got kicked out!

“Um, sorry,” you backtracked, “I don’t know why I asked that. It’s personal, I know—sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Keigo replied, equally hesitant. He took a deep breath as if preparing himself for a daunting task. “Um, if you really want to see, I can show you. The tools, I mean.”

Your jaw nearly fell to the ground. “Really? I can see?”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” he said, sounding as though it were absolutely a big deal. He walked over to his cabinet and swiped the kit off the top. You watched, disbelieving, as he made his way back to you and deposited it unceremoniously in your lap.

The first thing you registered about the kit was that it was heavy—heavier than it looked. It was constructed of smooth wood paneling and about the size of a book, with no indication of what resided within it save for a small feather engraved on the top, and perhaps the faint smell of essential oils emitting from it Your fingers fluttered over the ridges of the box, and, with one final seeking glance at Keigo, you lifted the lid off the top.

As the smell suggested, the inside of the kit was lined with various vials of oil, each labeled something different. Laying next to the oils, their sharp edges cushioned by the velvet interior, was a collection of tools: shears of various sizes as well as several brushes and clippers. They glinted menacingly in the afternoon light, causing you to reign in a shudder; you couldn’t imagine using tools like that on your own body.

Keigo watched your expression carefully. “I have to trim and condition my feathers about every two weeks,” he explained, “Or else they’ll get tangled and torn.”

“I didn’t realize they required so much attention,” you tore your gaze away from the box and faced him. And, for the second time that day, your mouth moved before your brain. “Can you show me? How you do it?”

“…Sure,” he said after a momentary pause, looking faintly bemused. “It’s been a while since I last trimmed them, anyway.”

He began picking out various tools and oils from the box. You leaned forward, eager to see which ones he chose. When it came to Keigo, it was like you could never know enough.

He lined the three oils he’d grabbed—labeled “primaries”, “secondaries”, and “contour”, respectively—on the floor. “The different oils are for different parts of my wings,” he said, extending out his left wing as he spoke. “My primary feathers are these long feathers out here, and the inner ones are called secondaries. And these are my contour feathers, which make me more aerodynamic—they help me fly better, basically,” he amended, noticing your blank stare. “But before I do that, I have to trim them.”

As he finished his explanation, he removed a large tablecloth from the bottom of the kit and unfolded it on the floor. He picked up one of the shears he’d taken out earlier and began trimming off the edges of his wings. Red tufts fluttered to the floor, like autumn leaves shaken out of a tree. You stared, enthralled, before his earlier words registered in your mind.

“Wait, fly? I thought you weren’t…allowed to,” you trailed off, realizing you were approaching dangerous territory. Hybrid Limitations were one of the most contentious topics in Japan, and you figured that Keigo, as an avian hybrid, would have his share of thoughts on it.

Instead of becoming upset, though, he merely shook his head. “I’m not,” he confirmed. His words were punctuated by the steady snip of shears coming down around another feather. “This kit was passed down to me from my grandfather, and during his time there weren’t restrictions on winged hybrids. So it still contains flight-care stuff.”

“Oh,” you said, “Do you wish you could fly?”

Keigo peered at you through the folds of his wing. Randomly, you were struck by the memory of the first time he came to your house; cold and wet, focused on drying off his wings while you chattered annoyingly at him.

“Maybe,” he set down the shears and picked up one of the vials of oil. Surprised, you realized he was already done with trimming. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get to, though.”

Keigo gave his wings a firm ruffle, shaking off any lingering feather trimmings. Then, he poured a small bit of oil into his palms and began carding them gently through his longest feathers—the primaries, you recalled. You watched in silence as he worked down his wing, coating each plume in a thin layer of oil. Usually when Keigo was focused on something, he had a look of intense concentration on his face: brows pinched, eyes narrowed. Yet, now, his expression was relaxed and peaceful—this must be calming for him.

As he got closer to his inner feathers, though, he had to strain his neck to oil them properly, and his tranquil expression dissolved into a more concentrated one. “My mom usually helps me with the back,” he explained, sounding slightly frustrated, “It’s harder for me to see back there and—”

“I can help you,” you said. Keigo’s hands stilled in his wings, and you wondered a bit too late if your offer had been inappropriate. But you’d already breached all sorts of boundaries today, so what was one more?

Keigo cleared his throat. “Um, sure. Come, uh—come closer.”

“Okay,” you shuffled over to behind him. “Um, what do I…”

“Grab the oil labeled ‘secondaries’.”

“Okay.”

“Pour a little into your hands—yeah, that’s good. And let it heat up a bit in your palms.”

“Okay.”

“Now, you see the feathers at the bottom of my wings? The shorter ones.”

“Yeah.”

“Work the oil into them, from the root to the ends.”

“Okay,” you gulped. Your hands, covered in a sharp-smelling oil, shook as you reached toward the feathers. I have to do this right , you thought determinedly—you couldn’t bear it if you accidentally hurt Keigo.

Slowly, you grabbed the outermost feather and began working the oil into it. If your own hands hadn’t been shaking so badly, you might’ve noticed the way Keigo’s wings shuddered, too.

After you got through the first few feathers without doing any damage—and leaving Keigo content, seemingly—you became more confident in your abilities. Your movements were more fluid, and your shoulders untensed—you could see why your friend found this relaxing.

Once you finished the secondaries, you moved on to the last section: his contour feathers. You picked up the appropriately labeled oil and found that it was much fuller than the other two. Recalling what he said about not being able to fly, you sadly realized that those feathers probably didn’t get as much use as his other ones, therefore needing less maintenance. With newfound vigor, you uncapped the vial and poured a generous amount into your palms.

“I hope,” you began, “That you get a lot of use out of this oil one day.”

“I hope not,” Keigo replied, “That’s the most expensive one.”

(He knew what you meant, though.)

It was rare for Takami Toomie to see her house during the day.

Well, it was nearing evening, technically, but sunlight was sunlight. Between her job at the restaurant, the hospital, and…the other one, she’d practically become a vampire—she couldn’t remember the last time she came home before midnight. But today all the stars had aligned perfectly: her coworker had agreed to cover her shift, the hospital hadn’t called her in, and—best of all—the fried chicken ordered from their restaurant never got picked up, leaving it up for grabs.

Toomie recalled staring at the steaming bucket of chicken for the entire pick-up hour, and then snatching it up as soon as time was up. She’d flushed when her coworkers saw her shove the food into her bag, but their judgment would be nothing compared to the joy of seeing Keigo smile—something that happened too infrequently for Toomie’s liking. Though, it's not exactly like I encourage him to be more carefree...

Shaking off her guilt, Tookie pushed through the front door of her home. She smiled at the sight of rays filtering in through the window and meandered over to the kitchen, where she set down the bucket. A glance at the clock told her that Keigo was already back at school, and her smile widened. They could eat together!

She grabbed her phone from her bag and began searching for the LNs contact. She assumed Keigo was with them, considering he slept over practically every day now. It was a development she tried not to be too bothered by, as she knew it was lonely for him here. Still, she couldn’t help but be wary of the situation. YN seemed like a sweet kid, on the few occasions she’d met them, but one could never be sure…

She sighed as finally found the contact. Keigo would be a little upset at being called back early, she figured, but his disappointment would definitely disappear as soon as he saw the chicken. Plus, the two of them hadn’t had dinner together in forever. Reaffirmed in her decision, Toomie made to hit Call on the contact—but just as her finger was about to tap the screen, she heard the faintest sounds of conversation emanating from upstairs.

Toomie paused. It sounded like two kids...did Keigo have a friend over? Curiously, she made her way to the stairwell and strained to listen, wings shifting nervously behind her. Keigo never told her that he was bringing someone over, and he wasn’t the type to sneak around behind her back, either. Immediately, terrible thoughts filled her head. What if someone had followed Keigo home and they were hurting him upstairs? Or what if someone had broken in and were robbing them? Panicked, she dropped her phone and sprinted up the stairs, wings flapping madly behind her. They ached from disuse, but she didn’t even register the pain. Her only thoughts were Keigo, Keigo, Keigo.

She threw open his bedroom door, and the sight that greeted her was more horrible than any robbery or bullying. Keigo was sitting on the floor, wings spread out to their maximum length, while you kneeled behind him, gently carding oil through his inner-most feathers. Next to you was Keigo’s wing-keeping kit—a gift from his grandfather, her father —with various tools and vials spilling out of it. Everything was out in the open for you to see.

At the sound of the door hitting the wall, Keigo turned around. “Mom?” his eyes widened. “When did you get back?”

“Just now,” she replied, her eyes flitting between the two of you. “You didn’t tell me you were having guests over, Keigo.”

Hearing this, you sheepishly stood and bowed to her. Your hands, still covered in oil, hung awkwardly in the hair.

“I’m sorry for coming over uninvited, Takami-san,” you apologized, “I should’ve had my parents call you.”

At the sight of your nervousness, Toomie’s agitation subsided. “It’s alright, YN-chan,” she said, attempting a kind tone. But her day had been long and she’d worked the night shift beforehand and—she just wanted to have dinner with her son. “I’m just surprised, is all. Plus, it’s Keigo who should’ve said something.”

She turned her attention back to her son. “You need to tell me when you have hu—people over, Kei.”

She barely managed to cover her slip-up. Keigo raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her.

“Well, I didn’t know you were even going to see them, since you don’t usually get back until later. Why are you back this early anyway?”

Toomie groaned internally. Wasn’t he a little young for the rebellious stage? “I got off work early,” she said tightly, “And I thought we could have dinner toge—”

“Is that chicken?” Keigo cut her off, finally registering the mouth-watering smell wafting from the kitchen. His wings, freshly clipped and conditioned, raised excitedly. Toomie couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

“Oh, well then I should probably go,” you said awkwardly, wiping your oil-covered hands off on your school uniform. Toomie wished she could’ve told you to not do that, as wing-keeping oils were notoriously difficult to get out of clothes—your skirt would permanently have greasy handprints on them now. But before she could say something, you were nimbly sliding past her in the doorway and into the hall.

“Please enjoy your dinner!” you smiled at the two of them.

Keigo jumped up from his spot on the floor and ran after you. “Wait, YN,” he said, “Don’t go yet.”

He glanced briefly at his mother, asking her an unspoken question. But the woman was looking at you, still wringing your hands awkwardly in the hallway.

Toomie exhaled softly through her nose. After all those free dinners they gave Keigo, she thought miserably, Practically every day of the year…how could I even come close to repaying them?

“Yes, YN-chan, we would love for you stay for dinner,” she lied, “Do you like fried chicken?”

Your eyes practically sparkled as you thanked her excitedly, assuring her that, yes, you loved fried chicken. As the three of you made your way down the stairs, Keigo pulling you by the wrist, Toomie couldn’t help but mourn her lost dinner. The bucket was a share-size, yet with how much Keigo ate, he could probably put away the entire thing—it had been a stretch for the two of them to share, much less three people. Looks like you and Keigo would be enjoying an adult-free dinner, tonight. Toomie sighed, resigning herself to a trip to the konbini. She’d refrained from snacking on kitchen scraps and sent-back meals as she usually did during her shift, not wanting to spoil her appetite, and this was what she got. Honestly, with her evening plans now canceled, she might just head back to work—clearly, she could use the extra money.

Toomie watched as Keigo tugged you into the kitchen and began pulling plates and silverware out of the drawers. She wondered how she could gracefully bow out of the dinner—kids didn’t really think too hard about those sorts of interactions, but she also didn’t want you to report back to your parents that Toomie didn’t bother spending any time with you. She was already going to be the mom who brought back a bucket of fried chicken as dinner, for God’s sake.

Still ruminating over her dilemma, Toomie didn’t notice you seemingly lost in your own thoughts. Even as Keigo set the dinner table—for three people, the little idealist—you remained standing, simply staring at the bucket.

“Actually, Keigo-kun, Takami-san,” you started, spinning around to face them, “I have a good idea! My parents are having yakisoba tonight, along with some other vegetables. Fried chicken goes great with yakisoba, doesn’t it? We should take it over to my house and eat together! My mom’s always asking you to come over anyways, Takami-san.”

You finished with a bright grin on your face. Toomie only blinked in response.

(Perhaps you deserved a little more credit than she gave you.)

“That’s really nice of you to offer, dear. I think we’ll take you up on that.” Toomie managed. From across the kitchen, Keigo gaped at her—she knew he’d expected her to decline. “You’re too kind, YN-chan.”

You, too, seemed shocked that Toomie actually accepted—a deserved reaction, considering the amount of times she’d turned down your family’s invitations in the past. But you recovered quickly, your blinding grin overtaking your face once more.

“It’s my pleasure,” you said brightly. You picked up the bucket of chicken and started out the door, suddenly heading the whole operation. “I hope we can eat before the sun sets!”

Keigo hurriedly shoved the plates back into the drawers and dashed after you, calling for you to wait for him. Toomie smiled at the sight, before sighing again and walking over to the fridge. She began rifling through its contents—some leftovers from work, a pack of expired beer—in hopes of dredging up a side dish. Impromptu as this dinner was, she couldn’t be so pathetic as to only show up with cold fried chicken.

Yet, even as Toomie peered into her frighteningly empty fridge, she couldn’t help but feel content with the outcome of her evening. Absolutely nothing about it had gone to plan—but Keigo was smiling, wasn’t he?

Maybe YN would be good for them, Toomie admitted.

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author's note: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I'm sorry it took so long to come out. This chapter explores more of Keigo's life since the first chapter was very reader-focused, but Toomie's also able to give us an outsider's perspective on YN. I think due to having very present and communicative parents she's become emotionally intelligent at a young age (which I see in a lot of the kids at the private school I work at lol); however, a lot of the practical application still depends on socializing with kids her age and besides Keigo she doesn't have a lot of practice with that…but we'll see more in the coming chapters 🫣🫣

Thanks for reading and I can't wait to see you guys in the next chapter!

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akazzzaa · 11 months

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Ohhhh how about this? akaza, muzan, kokushibo and douma with a reader who's parents disapproves of them dating a demon so they forcefully make reader marry someone else. but knowing these demons i bet they might rescue their lover during the ceremony, eh? adds drama and flair!

Thank you for the ask! I really enjoyed writing this!

Summary- Readers parents don't approve their child dating a demon so arranges them to marry a normal human. Demons Interrupt the wedding.

Genre- Fluff// Angst

Warnings- Forced marriage/ Death/ Blood/Gore

Muzan

Muzan Kibutsuji, the most powerful demon of them all, had fallen in love with a human who had inadvertently caught his attention. She was beautiful, kind, and possessed a heart that Muzan had never seen in any other human. They had been secretly dating, their love growing stronger with each passing day, but there was one problem: your parents disapproved of your relationship.

So they found a husband for you. One that any other woman would be glad to have.

As your wedding day approached, you where filled with dread and despair. Your love for Muzan was undeniable, and the thought of marrying another man was unbearable. You knew that you had to find a way to escape this terrible fate and reunite with Muzan.

On the day of the wedding, as the ceremony began, Muzan couldn't bear to stay away any longer. He had been watching from the shadows, hidden in plain sight, and when he saw the you walk down the aisle with tears in your eyes, he knew he had to act

Muzan burst into the wedding venue, shattering the doors and sending the guests scattering in all directions. Blood and limbs everywhere. Your parents where shocked, but there was a fierce determination in Muzan's eyes as he made his way to the altar. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the crowd of corpses. "Let her go!" your father shouted, trying to stop Muzan, but the demon's power was overwhelming.

Muzan held you close, his crimson eyes locked onto his. "I won't let anyone take her away from me," he declared.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a burst of power that sent your parents and the chosen suitor flying backward and killing them on impact. The wedding venue crumbled around you both. Both of you escaped through the chaos, leaving a trail of destruction behind.

Once you were safe, Muzan embraced you, vowing never to let anyone come between you again and forced his hand through your chest and grabbed your heart. Before you could die, he turned you into a demon.

Kokushibo

One fateful night, your parents gathered the family to reveal their decision. They had chosen a wealthy and influential human suitor for their child, intending to marry them off against their will. You where heartbroken and conflicted, had no choice but to comply with their wishes, for fear of causing them pain.

As the wedding day approached, your heart grew heavier. You knew that marrying someone else would mean giving up on love and living a life of lies.

Unknown to you, Kokushibo had been informed of the impending marriage. Determined to rescue the one he loves, Kokushibo devised a plan to save you from this forced union.

On the day of the wedding, just as the ceremony was about to begin, Kokushibo arrived to the venue. The demon's presence filled the air with an eerie tension, and the guests, horrified, began to flee in panic.

Kokushibo's cold voice cut through the chaos, "I will not allow this unholy union to take place. You, my beloved, are not meant for this human." With incredible speed and precision, he swiftly cut your fiancé in half.

With a mixture of shock and relief, you looked into Kokushibo's eyes. "Kokushibo... you came for me?"

With a soft smile, the demon reached out his hand. "I will not let anyone tear us apart. Come with me, and we will be together, no matter the odds."

Filled with emotion, you took Kokushibo's hand, and left the scene of the disrupted wedding together. Both of you had defied your family's wishes and society's norms, choosing love over tradition.

As you both disappeared into the night, your love remained as strong as ever, and kokushibo knew you would face many challenges, but you would face them together.

Douma

Douma had found an unexpected connection. His heart, once consumed by darkness, was now inexplicably drawn to you.

You had a fierce determination and a compassionate heart that could pierce through even the darkest of shadows. Your love was pure and passionate, yet tragically forbidden. Your parents couldn't bear the thought of their daughter being with someone they considered an enemy of humanity.

So your parents decided to take drastic measures. They arranged for you to be married to a young man from the village, someone they believed would provide safety and security. The news of this arranged marriage was a devastating blow to both you and Douma.

Douma's multicoloured eyes gleamed with a mix of sadness and despair. "Y/N, I won't let this happen. We'll find a way to be together, I promise."

As the days went by, you and Douma hatched a plan to escape the arranged marriage. The night before the wedding, you decided to flee, seeking refuge in a remote, hidden location where you could both live together in secrecy. But you would abandon your old life, family, and name to escape the constraints of human society.

On the fateful night, you where supposed to be dressed in you bridal attire that your parents prepared for the wedding, you escaped from your room, with Douma waiting in the shadows. You both slipped away into the night.

Akaza

In a small village a secret love story was flourishing. Akaza, a feared demon that have killed many warriors, had fallen deeply in love with you, a kind-hearted human. Your love transcended the boundaries that separated worlds, but it was a love that was hidden, cherished only in the secrecy of night.

As the months passed, your love grew stronger, and you both began making plans to be together openly. Akaza had already proven his unwavering devotion to you, and together you both believed they could overcome the prejudice and fear that kept you apart.

However, your parents remained stubborn in their opposition to the relationship. Fearing for their child's safety and the consequences of such a forbidden love, they hatched a sinister plan. One evening, while you where away, they made a deal with a wealthy family from a neighbouring village to arrange a marriage between you and their son. It was a grim decision made out of love, or so they told themselves.

Your heart shattered as you tried to protest, explaining that your heart belonged to Akaza. But your parents would not hear of it, and they were blind to the love that had blossomed between the two of you.

The arranged marriage took place, and your life would be forever changed. In your heart, you continued to yearn for Akaza, who was unaware of the tragic twist of fate that had befallen his beloved. you where forced into a loveless marriage, trapped between the love you cherished and the obligations you could not escape.

On that night, you where in your room, your husband trying to court you. Meanwhile, Akaza had returned from his mission early, sensing that something was amiss. He used his supernatural abilities to track you, and what he saw through the shadows confirmed his worst fears. He saw the ceremony outside, and you in a bedroom with a man, looking utterly devastated.

In a swift and silent motion, Akaza infiltrated the house, hidden from human sight. In the midst of the commotion, Akaza reached out to you, pulling you close to his side. He spoke with a voice that demanded respect and conveyed his unwavering love. "You will not take what is mine," he declared, his eyes burning with intensity. He covers your eyes from the view as he kills the man.

#demon slayer #kny #kny x reader #akaza x reader #douma x reader #demon slayer x reader #kokushibo x reader #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji

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brianlesshetaliawritings · 2 months

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hey, since your request are open, can you write a Yandere Russia x reader? A scenario where the reader is a foreigner and he goes in reader's country to meet some important businessmen, just to fall for reader who was just standing in front of a store like🧍. Thank you❤️

Yandere Russia seeing reader for the first time

note: i loved this idea so much. thank you anon. this'll be in russia's point of view, and i'm sorry it took me so long. like really long.. to do this. if you request anything else pls specify that it's you so i can make it priority and make up for it by being faster next time.. just like add a star to it or some shit like that. i hope this is what u wanted but im not certain :(

!! yandere content. if you can't handle any behavior possibly seen in a yandere please don't read this. !! (example; obsessive, stalkery, possessive, violent, or generally horrid behaviour.)

It was late when Russia was finally allowed to leave. Not his worst work day, but certainly not his lightest. Actually, he's been rather busy, this being his third country in this week alone. Luckily though, he's finally able to have some peace. Stroll around and take a view of the surrounding cityscape around him. He feels a bit out of place, but that's to be expected. It's something he's used to (even in his own country..)

But as he's walking, something hits him. He hasn't ate today. Too caught up in the busy-ness of the morning to even had thought about it. And he really doesn't want to enter a resturaunt, or cook at the hotel.. So he settles on something simpler. He'll just get himself a quick meal at a corner store, whatever pre-made thing is available really he isn't picky.. Had too hard of a life to be choosy with things such as food.

Looking through the streets, he finally finds one. The bright lights of the sign a bit bright as he looks at it too long.. He squints, blinking a bit to regain his sight and looking down to- oh? At this hour? He stares for a moment before slowly looking in the other direction, just to be sure he won't get noticed. God, they're gorgeous. So much so he doesn't even feel hungry anymore, or exhausted, or anything. It's like the very presence of this mysterious stranger just caught him. Something he struggles to not rocket focus on, and he hasn't a clue why. Blinking, he looks down at the road. Why's he so focused on this random person just looking at the signs in front of the store window tonight? Maybe he's just so tired he can't focus.

Shaking his head, Russia walks across the street and goes past them, having to use every tiny bit of control he has to not gawk at them the entire time as he goes through the door. Making his way in-between shoves, he decides to just try and not get caught absolutely enamored by this beautiful individual he just found himself. Carefully looking through all the chips and jerky and whatnot he decides to lean down and settle on some potatoe chips. An easy answer. And as soon as he stand back up, his eyes conveniently land right back on the very person from earlier! They went in after him and yet they're checking out earlier. He looks over their outfit, then the counter. What they got looks good..

Putting his chips back up, he goes to the back of the store. Where is it all.. Grabbing the drink you got from the fridge before looking all about the store to get the rest. And he sighs once he finishes. He sort of wishes he didn't decide to avoid you, internally kicking himself in the ass for making that decision. Quickly getting his items checked out, he steps outside the door, looking both ways.. There. Turning. He follows you at a steady speed, not too slow, not too fast. But then, a crowd spawns from the middle of norwhere as you're passing a street and.. Your gone. He looks around, but there aren't any signs of you anywhere. Standing at the sidewalk of the intersection, he sighs, frowning. Just as quick as you showed up, you dissapeared.

He doesn't know why, but he has a feeling this person will haunt his mind until he finally finds them again. Hell- they already are. And it's making him increasingly frustrated that he didn't try and come up to you. His grip tightening a bit on the bag, he makes a promsie to himself. He'll find you. Even if it's the last thing he'll do.. He'll find you.

#hetalia x reader #yandere aph russia #aph russia #yandere hws russia #hws russia x reader #aph russia x reader #yandere hetalia #russia x reader

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cloudninetonine · 9 months

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The Player and the Dollmaker

A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't been as active for the past few months! Life and just general stuff got into the way, plus I've been feel extra anti-social :') But I'm gonna try and get back into the swing of things!!!

This story is based on my friend @next-hero-in-line's awesome new oc, the Dollmaker and by @batrogers's amazing fanfic based on said oc!! The Dollmaker for anyone who wishes to read it!

Warnings: Bad language (as usual to Player), blood/gore, temporary character death, reversed character death, hinted at a slighter darker Hyrule(?), also probably a lot of spelling mistakes I've been struggling with sleep lately piuhgfpiuf

Hyrule’s timeline was…something.

You were expecting it, truth be told, playing the very first Legend of Zelda game came with not only a huge reality check but the rude residents of the traveller’s Hyrule that had you close to tossing your device from the frustration of their snide remarks and coldness. With the troubles that brewed in the depths of the land, you couldn’t really blame the population- but there was no need to be snarled at for simply asking for directions.

“Mark my fucking words,” You growled, tugging at the material of your hood as you wondered through the village, monologuing to yourself like some crazed villain. “Mark them, goddesses, because trust if one of these nasty arse villagers sasses me again it’ll be between them and you.”

Yeah, you were not happy. Having to deal with the terrible crowds all day, your levels of cranky raised to the max and you were not about to deal with another one of these terrible people- even all the children were damn brats!!!

And to top it all off, it was raining, just perfect.

Huffing, you turned another corner, boots squelching against the mud of the (once) dirt path as you made your way back to the village outskirts, the camp resting deep within the crooked woodland that bordered the homes. You could catch the silhouettes of cloaked figures just by the bushes, speeding up your pace the slightest bit with your face relaxing from your raged scowl to a relieved smile.

Splitting up was not something you were fond of, especially in Hyrule’s land but with his flaming reputation with the locals that only further engulfed that of the Chain’s when they had first been seen in public with him would have been worse than just being seen as a weary traveller looking for some food and shelter. The stories of him being chased out of towns, to having rocks tossed his way and worse- you wanted to slam your fist into the nose of the first (definitely not) innocent bystander.

How could they treat their hero like this? Expendable? Like dirt beneath their boots? God, you hated it.

But, unfortunately, there wasn’t quite much you could do, was there?

You raised your hand, a yell at the tip of your tongue as you got closer to the cloaked heroes only for a sudden body to walk ahead of you, walking out from between the homes and right into your path- your yelp their only indication of their mistake as you bumped right into their side and had them near tumbling to the floor.

You were lucky this adventure had gifted you with faster reflexes.

“I’m sorry!” Your hand quickly grabbed their wrist, tugging them back up to a standing position before they could collapse into the mud. “I’m really sorry- are you okay?”

You caught bright blue eyes before anything else- well, eye, the other covered by her lucious, midnight purple locks- her hood did well to hide her features but that you could make out. Not many in Hyrule had quite striking attributes as she did and your mind rolled the many franchise characters in your mind in a curious search to see if she was familiar-

But no, you didn’t recognise her.

The woman blinked, studying you for the moment but her pretty pink lips stretched into a smile.

One you didn’t like.

“Hello.” She grinned with teeth as she once again looked you up and down. “I’ve been looking for you.”

You wretched your hand back like her skin was hot metal, keeping it protectively against your chest as you went to take a step back. “Pardon?”

“You were looking for health items in town.” She clarified, still smiling and still very disturbing before your eyes. “I have just the thing.”

Please don’t invite me back to your home. Please don’t invite me back to your home. Please don’t invite me back to your home- “Oh? And- uh, what’s that?”

Your heart skipped in relief when she dug into the back hanging from her shoulder, plump with her own items and quite loud as she rummaged through until she made a small sound of victory and then proceeded to produce a…a doll. Her eyes looked over it proudly, her eye sparkling with a glee that made your stomach churn in a nervous rut, watching as her nimble fingers quickly straightened out the little toy’s clothing before handing it over to you- all the while still grinning that same smile she had been for the past few moments (had she even breathed?).

“For you.” Her voice was near giddy but still laced with her eerily calm demeanour. “A good healing item.”

“Uhhh, how much…?"

She giggled, airy and light. “A ‘thank you’ will suffice.”

Common sense had always told you not to take things from strangers, especially creepy ones that emerged from dark alleys with smiles that read trouble, eyes like a predator’s that shone with a lust for violence and blood- but, with a quick glance to your companions still waiting just ahead you felt the need to hurry this exchange so that you could return and be rid of this whole damn day.

So, managing to force a grateful smile, you accepted the item. “Um, thank you.”

You held back a cringe when her smile widened. “You’re welcome.”

Your eyes fell to the doll in your hands and you felt the air harshly exit your lungs, mouth a slight gape as you caught the familiar stitched face staring back at you.

“This-” Your eyes raised to meet…nothing. Nada. Zilch. Body twirling frantically to search for the woman who had once stood before you, face still stricken in slight horror before you let out a breath from your nose. “Typical.”

Gently, your thumb ran over the careful thread of the doll, taking in the very obvious features of yourself: your cape, your tunic with it’s gold accents, your hair and the discolour buttons for eyes, stitching of blue running down its face to its stubby little arms and a smile to top it off. Yes, this was you indeed and you knew exactly what this was.

“One up…?” You muttered, feeling dread settle on your shoulders.

Why would you need a one-up?

Your hands shook, thoughts racing through your mind as you continued to stare down at the small doll with anxiety bubbling in your gut. Was this a warning? Your fate decided? Were- were you close to death? Or did this Dollmaker find of your existence and wish to merely meet you? You weren’t quite sure, uncertain if being left in the dark was better or worse about the future with this item-

A hand came to rest over yours and your eyes flew up, meeting the frightened ones of Hyrule. Eyes of brown clashed green stared back into your own, pupils pin pricked with a similar fear to your own before he let out a breath and pushed the doll to your chest, his voice a soft whisper.

“Put it away.” He gently squeezed over your knuckles. “Don’t think about it- I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Hyrule-”

“It’s okay, I promise you.” He managed to smile at you, not quite reassuring but soft nonetheless. “Nothing will happen.”

You looked at him with apprehension. “...Link, I’m scared.”

His face hardened, eyes shining with a determination that you had seen time and time again. “I will protect you.”

…You couldn’t fight his words, you knew from his tone he would keep him promise no matter what. You knew that look, you knew this man and you trusted him, you could leave your life in his hands and he would keep that promise in his heart until his very last days.

But just because he could keep a promise didn’t mean fate couldn’t take over.

You stuffed the doll into your bag and took his out-stretched hand, letting him lead you back to the cloaked Chain so you could all return to your temporary abode within the woods.

You felt the stare of eyes on your back the entire way.

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The past few days had been uneventful, save for the few black blooded and some more cruel Hylians of Hyrule’s homeland, everything had been pretty quiet and tame- yet you could still feel the unnerving tremble in your belly at every waking moment. Glancing around wildly, refusing to step away from the group, you don’t think you had even released Hyrule’s hand for those past few days, too afraid and too cowardly.

Even if the doll was in your possession, even if it brought you back- you would die.

You didn’t want to die out here.

But it seems, like you had expected, fate had decided to take that into its own hands.

It was Legend’s turn to watch for the night, sat in front of the flickering campfire with eyes focused on the surrounding trees and bush. His back was towards you when you woke, blinking away sleep and rubbing at your eyes when you felt the overwhelming need to use the toilet. Well, find a spot behind a tree, after all when was the last time you had seen a proper toilet? You shuddered at the thought.

“Where are you going?” The Veteran grunted, watching as you waddled through the sleeping bodies.

“Toilet.” Your voice was hoarse with exhaustion, “Don’t worry I’m not gonna converse with the Shadow.”

The man huffed, poking at the fire with a stick. “Whatever.”

That was all you exchanged, carefully manoeuvring through the shrubbery to get a good distance away from the men. Not thinking, your mind still too seeped in sleep, forgetting the doll you had kept in a death grip these past few gruelling days as you hopped and shuffled to get to a sufficient spot to do your business then head back to camp. It didn’t occur to you that this may have been the moment fate needed, nor did you think about it being your last.

Done with your business, you took a few steps back towards the light in the short distance. Far enough that you couldn’t see Legend’s full features but close enough that you were still in sight, the hero had his head down towards the flames, not focused on you at all.

You sighed.

Then-

…You felt a burning.

Your whole body tensed- seized as the pain began to grow from a dull throb to a near rolling inferno, your breath suddenly ripped from your body as you felt the sensation of hot liquid begin to slowly bubble up your throat while you looked downed to the cause of the pain- a crossbow bolt punctured right through you, dirtied with red hot blood that idly drip, drip, dripped from the tip of the arrow right onto the dirt below.

Breathing only resulted in the blood to rise faster, tasting the copper in your mouth as you coughed and sullied your white tunic with maroon and felt your body sway as you felt your body quickly begin to lose it’s balance, your vision blurring with tears.

It must have caught your lung…were you drowning in your own blood?

You reached a hand out towards the camp.

“...Li-nk-”

You fell to your knees, then to your side, choking on more of the liquid.

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Hyrule awoke to a scream.

Loud and violent, his whole body jolted at the sound as he lept into a seated position with his sword pulled ready, eyes scanning the camp frantically for the threat he had expected.

Only to see nothing. Merely his brothers in spirit, jolted awake and alarmed similarly to him as they all glanced around and wondered about the sound that had woken them all from their slumber.

Hyrule’s hand moved towards your body.

And his stomach dropped when he didn’t feel you there.

“No…”

It was happening.

When the silhouette of Legend began rushing back into camp, bloodied and panicked the traveller knew already what had happened- he didn’t need to glance at the mass in the Veteran’s arms to know it was you, the bolt still protruding through your ribcage as the small blonde screamed for them all to do something- ready the potions, ready the fairies, anything. His hysterics would have been almost comical if the brunette didn’t feel like his world was crashing down around him as he watched your hand limply hang, unmoving.

“Oh dear Three-”

“Put them down, quickly!”

“We must remove the bolt!”

Hyrule pounced when his body finally snapped back into attention, rushing to your side like a bat out of hell when the blonde had carefully handed you towards the Captain and the Old Man- the soldier carefully snapping off the fletching of the arrow to slide the item out of your chest, the horrible bloodied squelch making the brunette’s stomach twist and churn in horror and fear.

He didn’t see Warrior’s fingers against your pulse, nor the slow head shake towards the horrified Time.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He whispered gently, soothingly, as his hands glowed a familiar white.

“Traveller-” Warriors started.

“You’re going to be okay, I’m going to make it stop.” He pressed his hand over the wound, ignoring the blood blooming around his fingers and soaking them in red. “I know it hurts-”

“Traveller.” Time’s voice was firm, his hand landing on his shoulder. “Stop.”

Hyrule held back from decking the old man where he stood. “”WHAT?! NO!! Are you INSANE-”

“They’re already gone, Hyrule.”

Wild’s voice was…gentle. Gentle and pained as he kneeled next to the frozen hero, carefully moving his hands from the puncture wound to stop the man from further staining his hands in your blood. The Champion’s face was broken, ears down turned and eyes blank as he looked over your broken form- the spark that once danced in your eyes now gone with the gentle rhythm of your breaths.

Hyrule waited.

And waited.

Your chest did not move.

Warriors hand gently ran over your eyes, closing the lids so that they no longer had to see the dead stare aimed towards the trees ahead. He moved to softly kiss your forehead after with an even softer apology.

“I…..I promised…” Hyrule muttered, eyes glazing over as tears began to blur his vision of your dead body, still warm to the touch. “I promised-”

“I’m sorry, brother.” Wild whispered, moving to hold Hyrule gently. “I’m sorry.”

The silence hanging over them all was heavy, save for the small sniffles and hiccups of the few. Twilight was trying to console a near uncontrollable Legend, bloody hands roughly grabbing the fur of his hide as he sobbed and choked on tears. Wind was turned into Four, the shorter man holding him close and away from the visceral scene. The rest were stock still, quiet and unsure of what to do, of what to say, as they continued to stare at your…corpse.

Warriors bowed his head. “We should give them a burial.”

“No-” Hyrule gasped, feeling both rage and a cold emptiness within him. “No, I- I need to-” “There isn’t anything else you can do, traveller.” Time’s voice was soft but firm. “Our only option is to bury them…and if we find our way back to their homeland, return their belongings to their mother.”

Hyrule perked up, head swivelling round towards your bag a little ways away.

Belongings…

The

Doll.

His heart surged and in a moment of pure adrenaline, he shoved Wild to the side and dived towards your rucksack, ignoring his brother’s grunt or the other yells.

“Link!”

The brunette grasped the thing frantically, near ripping the strange contraption you called a zipper as he rummaged messily through your back, tossing your things wildly as he looked for the wretched ‘gift’.

“Traveller, stop this!” The voice of Four called, trying to grab his arm. “What are you doing-”

Hyrule didn’t even feel remorse when he roughly shoved his elbow into the nose of the short hero and sent him flying onto his arse.

More yells of his name were heard but they were quite easily ignored when his eyes finally laid eyes on the doll of your likeness, aggressively snatching the carefully crafted toy with a desperation and anger he hadn’t felt for years. He turned back to scramble towards your body, the doll gripped in his hand like it was his lifeline only for Sky and Time to roughly grab his arms, their voices falling on deaf is as he wildly scratched and bit at them, trying to fight his way out.

“Release me!” He roared, catching Sky by the cheek and causing the Skyloftian to wince in pain. “Let me go! I can save them!”

“Enough of this, Link!” Time yelled, both desperate and firm, his own face riddled in anguish. “They are gone! Let them rest in peace!”

Hyrule’s heart thumped painfully in his chest at the thought of you dead, lost to him forever more before he pushed himself harder until he caught the arm of the Old Man and sunk his teeth into the skin, the Hero of Time crying out in pain and finally releasing him- Chosen quickly diving to aid the blonde as the traveller rushed to your side and pressed the doll against you.

“Do your job!!” He yelled into the night air, “Heal them! Bring them back!”

Wild and Warriors pinned him this time, Hyrule’s face pressed into the dirt with them both keeping his arms down to stop him from swiping or nipping at his brothers once again.

“That’s enough!” Warriors’ commanding voice bellowed, pushing Hyrule’s face further into the ground. “Calm down or else, traveller!”

Hyrule’s eyes bore tears once again, struggling once more with both pleas and threats falling from his mouth, merging into a mess of gibberish the further and further he spiralled into a wobbly heap of tears and sorrow beneath the other Links. This couldn’t be the end, the doll couldn’t be a dud- it was supposed to bring you back. You were supposed to be here! You weren’t dead! You couldn’t be dead! He didn’t want you dead! This had to be a nightmare, conjured by Ganon’s monsters to torture him and break him. You- You-

There was a popping sound behind them and heads snapped towards it.

“What was that?” Time asked, still nursing his bleeding bite mark. “Where did that come from?”

Wind’s eyes were wide. “The doll just…exploded?”

Hyrule’s breath stopped.

…

Just as yours returned.

Shaky and hoarse, your body moved with a violent inhale of breath, shaking from the strain and following with heavy coughs as you breathed like it was the first time, lungs born anew. The others watched in a curious shock as you continued to hack and heave, pushing your body up from the ground- the doll falling from your chest into the dirt below.

The toy's chest held a puncture, white wool stuffing blooming at the hole with a few stray curls falling into the dirt.

Hyrule sobbed in relief.

“(Name)!” Wind threw himself at you, arms wrapping around your neck tightly as he shoved his face into your shoulder. “You’re okay- You’re okay!!”

You continued to gasp for breath, the many men around you rushing to your side to aid your effort as Hyrule pushed himself to his hand and knees, smiling a wet and wobbly grin as he listened to you, alive, once more- returned to him from the realm of the dead. You were back, you came back and his heart swelled with a plethora of emotions that made his entire being shake.

Hyrule crawled over to you, frozen and still not sure of your own surroundings as his hands came to engulf your face, his eyes looking back into your own- glazed in confusion and lingering fear that made his heart squeeze in regret.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, “I am so sorry- I broke our promise.”

Your mouth opened then closed. Then opened and closed once again. Looking for the words to express the feelings behind your petrified gaze, your throats managing noise but that alone in an seemingly endless cycle of struggle and torment. Only when you whimpered, tearing up with a shaky sob did the man embrace you and hold close- careful to keep the bloody hands off you. He didn’t want you to see it.

The dolls never did quite clean up the mess.

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Hyrule trekked through his woodland, bumping through branches and harshly knocking away bushes as a man on a mission. Eyes narrowed with anger, the flickered with the flames of hell and rage as he stomped his way towards his destination.

“Where are you going?” Time had asked, watching the traveller pull on his cloak. “Don’t you think it unwise to leave when they just got to sleep?”

You laid in a comfortable heap in your sleep mat, wrapped in both your own blanket and the brunette’s, Wind and Wild laid comfortably beside you and Wolfie acting as your pillow. All were resting, vanished into the land of dreams with the many other men around camp. They were close too, like bodyguards they surrounded you afraid of what had already happened.

Time was left for watch and Hyrule took his opportunity.

“I have some business to deal with.” His voice was void of his usual softness, a growl of a predator with the malice near sharp as Ganon’s himself. “I’ll be back.”

Time narrowed his eye. “We will search for whoever did this in the morning.”

“That is not what I am doing.”

“Then what is? Tell me, traveller, what could you possibly be doing?”

Hyrule’s hand grabbed the doll, his hand tight enough to near pop its beady button eyes right from its wool skull.

Hyrule pulled his hood over his head.

“I will return soon.”

Hyrule ripped another branch from his face, eyes finally narrowing in on the large house in the distance. Like he had seen it once before, warped beyond comprehension yet still perceivable to his naked eye. It haunted his dreams now, echoes of a horrid encounter that shook him to the core and left invisible scars that still marred his soul-

She was there once again, the exact same spot as the time before, the exact same position, her arms crossed over her chest with a menial smile plastered over her lips that only grew as the Hero of Hyrule stepped out from the shadows of the trees, still tightly gripping the ruined doll within his grasp.

Despite her calm disposition, he could so clearly see the hunger in her eyes, even from his spot. “Did your friend like my gift?”

Hyrule’s hand twitched to his blade, hanging from his hip opposed to his back- easier and faster to draw. “I should kill you where you stand.”

The Dollmaker’s chuckle held a twisted humour like poking a sleeping, starved bear. “You should- but you won’t.”

Hyrule’s eye twitched. “What do you want with them? They have no power- no fighting capability or anything you could possibly want.”

“Ah,” She tapped her nose with the constant smile. “You will come to know. Or maybe you won’t, wouldn’t it be more fun to find out yourself?”

“Stay away from them.” He stepped up to her door’s steps, eyes manic in rage. “Leave them be.”

Her already massive smile grew.

The Dollmaker was not someone Hyrule liked to encounter. When her dolls appeared death usually followed, mostly his own, the many sawdust filled dummies gathering dust in the darkness in his bag as a constant reminder of what you had been through during his adventures. Sometimes he saw different ones, of faces he had only glimpsed at in towns or villages, but he saw them- he had seen one of her own long ago. Saw the damage dealt to it’s surface when he had the unfortunate chance of crossing into her shop looking for some magic items he was already lacking.

She liked to collect them; that was the idea he had conjured anyway.

Raising your doll high, he presented the damaged little soft toy towards her and saw how her pupils grew at the sight. While her hands were gentle to grab it she practically snatched it from his hands and cradled the thing close to her chest, gently caressing the spot where the hole had formed.

“Even a cursed doll, you handle them gentle.” Her comment made him huff, his arms crossing to hold back from doing something he regretted. “I showed them mercy, you know.”

Hyrule ground his teeth. “You think shooting them in the chest is mercy?”

“Compared to what else I could have done, yes.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s only fair if I have my fun.”

The Hero turned his head away. “You’re sick.”

And the Dollmaker hummed. “I will return with another.”

She disappeared into the darkness of her house, footsteps gently fading off as Hyrule stood just below the doorway, pearing in and hoping to see the mystery of her disorted abode. No luck however, his eyes only soaked in the dark abyssal, his ears twitching at the sounds of creaking floorboards and groaning wood of the walls, focusing and focusing in a near trance until the sight of her eye peering through the darkness made him take a cautious step back.

When had he climbed the steps?

“Here.” She said, once again both calm and giddy as she presented the doll to him- another little you, with a stitched little smile like the last. “I hope they enjoy it.”

Hyrule carefully snatched the doll away before jogging down the steps and headed back towards the forest without another word.

“It didn’t feel right to use sawdust.” The brunette paused, slightly moving his head in indication that he was listening- not that it mattered. He knew she would continue on, even if he had trudged off. “I felt they needed something a little more…lively and I of course couldn’t brush off the idea of using the finest of sheep’s wool. I think it suited them much more, don’t you agree?”

…Hyrule kept walking.

#linked universe #lu #linked universe x reader #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid #next hero in line #Squid #batrogers

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venuscrashed · 1 year

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I lived the Miles x autistic reader fic. So I wanted to ask I you could write 42! Miles x Autistic male reader, who talks a lot, like always tell him about his special interest and one day, Miles had a rough time and he snaps at the reader for talking so much, and the reader just goes non-verbal.

Please and thank you

The angst. 😭

Also sorry that this is bad. I have not motivation.

Annoyance. That’s all Miles felt in that very moment. If he knew what would happen he would have never done it. He knew how you were but you just caught him at a bad time.

His uncle criticized him for making a mistake on a mission. It was stupid, he knew, but it still bothered him. He came home and you were laying there on his bed. The smile you gave him almost made everything better but you went straight to talking.

You went on about this one movie that’s coming out based off of your favorite book series. You talked about the cast and how you wished the cgi wasn’t going to be bad. Then you went into the lore of the book, what happened and how it did.

You noticed that Miles wasn’t really paying attention as he was walking around the room. His mood was different. You asked about it and he just snapped. “Why do you talk so much,” he yelled at you. “Can you shut up for one minute?”

He noticed how you stiffened. He was about to apologize, really he was but you ran out to much. He knew how much this movie means to you and he knew that you weren’t the problem. He felt so bad.

“Miles what happened?” His mother asked, “I heard what happened. Why did you yell at him?”

He sat down in his bed, his face in his hands. “I messed up. Real bad.”

His mother went and sat next to him, giving a comforting hand. “At least you realize that. Now go apologize to him. If you run you might make it to him.”

Miles looked up at his mom, “Thanks.”

Miles ran out of that apartment with all the speed he had left. He was jumping down the stairs, practically flying. He stopped once he saw you. “(Name)!” He grabbed ahold of your arm and turned you around.

“I’m sorry. I really am, I know how much that movie meant to you. And I want you to know that I’m not mad at you. You just got me at a bad time.”

He saw you staring at him, you were crying. He was hugging you and you felt how sorry he was. “How about we go see that movie the day it comes out?” He cleaned you face.

Something was different, you weren’t answering him. You avoided his eye contact and just left him. God he was an idiot.

He would have never had yelled if he knew you were going to go silent. Your parents explained to him how he was the problem, and he knew that. He was sorry.

#x male reader #x male y/n #x reader #miles morales x male reader #miles morales 42 #miles morales x reader #miles morales prowler #autistic male reader #spiderverse x reader #spider verse x male reader #42 miles morales x male reader #venuscrashed

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mysilaan · 5 months

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Hellow, hope everything's good! I'm here to request some hcs for my boy, Thomas. 😎

I noticed something cute about him in these two episodes, and I wondered if you could write about it.

So, whenever he shows something of his interest or something he created (aka his coffee machine app/the VR set) to the Newcete, he looks so proud of himself and full of enthusiasm to share something he likes with her, it's just-- so cute!!! I imagine him having the proudest, stupidest smile on his face when she likes it as well. And they're bonding slowly, and it's just fills my soul with so much happiness! (i'm a slave for slow burns, can't help it)

Thank you! 💕😊

Hello Anon :) It has been tough for me recently but it’s getting better, thank you!

Now that’s a very good headcanon request… I’ve noticed it too and I found it very endearing⭐

(And yeah slow burns supremacy 😔)

THOMAS MCL NG HEADCANON PART.1🍒

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You were having one of those comfortable sleeps where nothing in the world could get you out of bed, and you were having a pretty nice dream on top of that. Your eyes slowly opened, and you were hit with the feeling of forgetting something. Had your alarm already rung this morning? Your eyes flashed open and you took your phone on your nightstand to check the time. 08:53 am. You were so doomed. You leapt out of bed and grabbed the first pair of jeans and top you could find. Snatching your keys, you dashed out of the house without even grabbing a snack. Once at the bus stop, you took a look at when the next bus was passing by. “Five minutes… It should be fine.” You muttered to yourself. But the bus was late and you ended up waiting for ten long minutes…

Arriving at the building, you glanced at your phone screen: you were almost an hour late… You knew that Devon wouldn’t mind much, it wasn’t in your habits and he knew that. You searched your pockets and bag to find your badge but it seems to be nowhere to be found. “No, don't tell me…” Yes, you forgot it. You let out a frustrated noise while looking for the doorbell of the open space. But before you could do anything, a loud motor sound made you turn towards its source. Someone on a motorcycle had parked just in front of the building. Did this person work here? You were curious about their identity. You got your answer when the person removed their helmet-and it was none other than…“Thomas?!” His name slipped out of your mouth in a mix of surprise and confusion. He tilted his head towards you with a raised eyebrow and you unconsciously moved towards him. “Weren’t you supposed to start at 8:30 this morning?” You were caught red handed. “Well… Hello to you too. I overslept.” He just nodded and turned his back to you to grab his stuff. “I didn’t know you were riding a motorbike.” “You never asked.” Of course he would say that. When he turned back towards you, ready to head inside, he seemed surprised to see you observing his motorcycle with such fascination. “That’s a pretty one. How long have you been riding it?” you asked. Were you seriously asking about his bike? He never thought it was something you were interested in. “I'd say about three years… It’s not my first one though.” “That’s so cool! The speed might be crazy on this one.” When you raised your gaze on his face; you noticed he was smiling, he almost seemed proud. That’s something you noticed before: his usual serious expression vanished when he talked about something he liked. It made you smile involuntarily. “It is. What’s great about this one is its tires-” You cut him mid-sentence without thinking. “Yeah, I heard they’re pretty light for this kind of motorcycle.” He looked at you, completely incredulous. “Did I say something wrong…?” “No… Do you ride one yourself?” You laughed. “I wish! But no, I’m just interested. My father was a MotoGP fan; looks like he passed on his passion to me.” “Wait, really?” “Yeah! You don’t believe me?” you teased. “No! It’s just that not many people are interested in it.” “Well… You found a comrade!” He simply nodded, smiling, his head full of things he’d like to talk to you about motorcycles, but reality interrupted. “We should go now, you’re already really late.” You gasped. How could you forget? You walked beside him, and he used his badge to get the both of you inside.

You had to stop by Devon’s office to apologize for being late. He, of course, accepted your apologies, but made it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate it if it became a habit-and that was only fair… Returning to your desk, which was just in front of Thomas’, the ginger-haired boy raised his head to catch your attention. “Is something the matter?” you asked. “No… I just wanted to know, since you seemed really interested… Would you like a motorcycle ride one day?” You thought your ears were playing tricks on you. “You mean… On your bike? With you…?” “Who else?” Now you were the one surprised. But you couldn’t refuse such an offer. “I’d be delighted!” Thomas nodded at your answer. “I don’t have a second helmet with me, but I can bring that tomorrow… If you want.” “Of course! Let me treat you with dinner as a thank you then.” “If you really want to.” You smiled while sitting back on your chair, satisfied. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at your colleague who seemed pretty content too. You were already imagining it-a ride on this amazing motorcycle (maybe not at full speed, for obvious reasons), the wind all around you, a delicious dinner… And Thomas’ company. You almost slapped your face when you realized what you were thinking about. You quickly started working, not allowing your thoughts to drift any further. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow evening…

#mcl new gen #my candy love #mclng #mclng thomas #mcl new gen headcanons #mcl new gen thomas #thomas rheault #my candy love new gen #corazon de melon #amour sucré new gen #beemoov #mcl ng fanfiction #candy x thomas #mysilaan mcl ng headcanons #mysilaan headcanons #writing #my writing

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clovermae · 4 months

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We Celebrate For You

🍀 Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x gender neutral!Reader

🍀 Word Count: 1,113

🍀 Genre: Fluff, Comfort

🍀 A/N: Also posted on AO3 here! I am posting this on mobile so I’m sorry if there’s any formatting issues! Please enjoy! 💚

The roaring of the train snaps you out of your absentminded gaze. Your eyes drift from your phone to your reflection, which for once in your life, isn’t haggard. The expression on your face is tranquil, a result of the rare slow-paced day in a usually bustling week. And you’re grateful for it. Especially on a day like today- your birthday.

As a child, your birthday meant more than it does now. The excited chatter of the train passengers reminds you of intimate parties with your closest friends and family gathered. The sun on the water glimmers as your eyes once did when a candle-filled cake appeared before you. The gentle breeze like the exhale of your lips as you wished for all of the world. The flame gone like the sentiments and joy from those days. Now, your birthday is just a day. Everyone is too busy, too far away, too occupied with life to celebrate a day just for you. And it no longer bothers you anymore. You’ll get the occasional text message or brief phone call from close family, a friend or two, but that’s it. And honestly you’ll take it. You’re grateful to them for remembering a day important to you in the midst of their own chaos.

Yes, on a day like today, it’s about the small joys and little wins that grant you peace of mind. Like making it to work early enough to pause and indulge in your favorite drink from a local cafe along with the free birthday treats. Or speeding through your workload undisturbed, allowing you to leave early and enjoy how the afternoon sun lights up the city. Or being able to walk home slowly without a care in the world. There is finally a moment to breathe and enjoy the serene weather and the comfort of the quiet paired with it.

The jingle of your keys echoes through the still apartment. You try to ignore the slight pang of loneliness, though the feeling is short-lived as you listen to the sound of humming deeper inside. You follow the noise to the kitchen and your eyes widen at the scene in front of you.

“Koutarou?”

“Babe?” His demeanor resembles that of a child caught red-handed. His shoulders deflate in disappointment as he strolls over from across the room. “You weren’t supposed to be home yet. I didn’t get to finish the decorations.”

The floor is littered with balloons of various sizes and colors, a banner reading “happy birthday” is hung crookedly on the wall, and the table is covered with a simple cloth of your favorite color alongside a small vase with a bouquet of flowers. It’s definitely unfinished, and yet the warmth it radiates isn’t diminished in the slightest.

“Kou, what is this?”

“Well, you caught me in the middle of trying to fix the banner. Oh and I bought a balloon arch but I couldn’t figure out how to put it together so I thought it’d look nice on the floor. And I wasn’t expecting you to get home so soon. I didn’t get a chance to order your favorite food so,” he scratches the back of his head, a nervous smile on his lips, “It sucks doesn’t it?”

“No, not at all. You did all this for me?”

“Of course,” he shouts, “Once you told me you don’t celebrate, I just couldn’t sit back and let you think that your birthday is any other day. It’s super important. It’s the day you came into this world. That’s definitely worth celebrating!”

You’re shocked Bokuto remembers a comment you made in passing. It really isn’t that big a deal to you. At least that’s what you’ve told yourself all this time. But the joy blooming in your chest and the tears pricking the corner of your eyes say otherwise.

“You really didn’t have to do all this Bokuto. I mean, it’s not like I’m some super important, life-changing figure or anything like that. I’m just me.”

“And that’s exactly why I had to do it, Y/N. Because you’re you!” Bokuto’s hands grip yours firmly, and you find yourself staring into his golden eyes. His brows furrow as he stares at the ceiling, pondering over his next words until he settles for this, “You may not have changed the entire world, but you’ve changed mine. I’m happy you’re here!”

At those words, the floodgate of tears you kept at bay bursts, streaming down your cheeks with no sign of stopping. You throw yourself into Bokuto’s chest, embarrassed by how easily the emotions in your heart spill over.

“Aw, don’t cry Y/N,” Bokuto coos, rubbing small circles on your back, “I didn’t even get to give you my romantic speech about how lucky I am to have you. I even made a PowerPoint.”

“You made a PowerPoint?” you gasp incredulously.

“Okay, Kuroo helped me make it but all the ideas are mine. That still counts right?”

You throw your head back in a fit of laughter, wiping away your tears with your sleeve, “Yes, Kou. It counts.”

“Yes! I’ll show it to you later. For now,” Bokuto pulls away from your embrace and rushes to the counter. His broad shoulders shield your view, his arms moving frantically. He turns to reveal a single cupcake with too many candles on it.

“Yeah I also didn’t get a chance to grab the cake either. I hope you don’t mind.” A soft kiss lands on your forehead, and Bokuto gives you one final squeeze before holding out the small cupcake in front of you.

“Happy birthday! Make a wish, Y/N!”

Though in a different form, the love you’ve sought for so long has found its way to you again. You close your eyes and find yourself floating to a long time ago- a time when your heart was much lighter, where for just a moment you could stop time and enjoy being alive. Being you.

“Well, what’d you wish for?”

“I’m not telling you,” you whisper with a mischievous grin. Quickly, you swipe your finger across the frosting before smearing it on Bokuto’s nose. You cackle and run away before he has a chance to register what you’ve done.

“Hey!” You glimpse behind you to see the sun peaking through the blinds. It casts a glow on him as he pursues you with a radiant smile.

An intimate setting. A glimmer of happiness. A hope for the future reignited through an extinguished flame. All with the person you love. It’s an image etched into your heart as you think about your hopeful yet simple wish:

I wish every year can be just like this.

#clover.works #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff

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cringe-but-proud · 6 months

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YOU FREAKS ASKED. AND GOD DAMMIT, I DELIVERED. HERE'S A PART 3.

Curbside Conversations

Hobie Brown x reader!!!! Read part 1 here and part 2 here <3

Warnings: swearing and a little suggestive for one sentence if you squint

A/n: I'm glad y'all are liking this little series 🤭 I could write a part 4, but it'll probably be a while cause I've got a bunch of shit going on right now. If you wanna be tagged in the next part, tell me. Requests are open.

Tag list: @th3h0nkz yeah, I see you 💋💋💋

Late, late, late, late, late.

That was about the only thing going through your head as you speed walked to work. You felt like a mess and you probably looked like one too. Messy hair, a jacket only zipped halfway up, shoes untied, and you were pretty sure your shirt was on inside out.

Finally (and 20 minutes later than you should’ve) you arrived to work.

“You’re late.” Sam, one of your coworkers said, looking up from her phone.

“And you’re chewing gum. We’re both breaking rules that shit doesn’t matter.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Some guy came in looking for you earlier.”

That caught your attention. “Really?”

“Yeah. Tall, big hair, he had a lot of piercings,”

That was a description you recognized. That was Hobie. He was looking for you? You had missed him?! Oh, God.

“Do you owe him money or something?” Sam asked.

“What? No, when have I ever owed anyone money?”

“You owe me three bucks from when I got you a drink from the convenience store.”

“You told me you stole that drink.”

“Yeah, and if I had bought it, it would’ve been three bucks.”

You blinked at her and marveled at the absolute lack of logic in that statement. “I don’t owe him money.”

“So, what did he want?”

You sighed. “I wish I knew…”

…

“... Dude, you’re weird.”

“Shut up, Sam.”

The hours of your shift dragged by like years. It was one of those shifts that genuinely made you consider quitting your job; and on top of that, you couldn’t get fucking Hobie off of your mind. God, you didn’t even know him. That guy Sam was talking about probably wasn’t even him. But, then again… No. You were being delusional. You needed to drop it.

“Hey, I’m going on break.” You announced to your two coworkers as you shrugged on your jacket, put in your earbuds, and left the small building. Once outside, you sat on the curb beside the building and let some sappy, sad music play in your earbuds.

Jesus, what kind of sentimental bullshit were you on? This was pathetic.

You wallowed in your own self pity, feeling miserable for a few more minutes until a voice broke you out of your pity party

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Your eyes had been closed, but once hearing the voice, they snapped open.

You stared, wide eyed at him.

“You?” You said in disbelief, looking up at Hobie.

“Yup.” He lowered himself to the spot next to you on the concrete. “Me.” He smiled at you and you felt your heart skip a beat. “I uh… I was looking for you earlier.”

“You probably would've found me if I hadn't been late for work.”

He laughed lightheartedly. “You find yourself in shitty situations often, don't you?”

“Yeah.” You agreed. “I got robbed last week.”

At first, he simply nodded which seemed like a bit of an under reaction, but then he widened his eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah. Shit was crazy.”

“Well… I'm glad you're alright.”

You bit your tongue, considering your next words. “Why were you looking for me earlier?”

He shrugged his shoulders and looked away. “Dunno. I uh…. I sort of was hoping to talk to you again, I guess.”

You hummed. “About what?”

“Anything.” He answered.

“Anything?” You repeated the word.

“Well,” He reconsidered. “I was kind of hoping to bring something up.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, uh…” He hesitated. Was he nervous? “I mean, you seem cool or whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and then repeated the word quietly, under his breath. “Yeah.”

A brief pause passed between the two of you. “I think you're cool too.” You said eventually. “I mean, you definitely get that a lot. But, still.”

“Nah, I appreciate it coming from you.” He said. “You're… I think you're…” He hummed as if trying to put together his words. “I like you.” He settled on.

You'd sort of seen that coming, but you were still surprised. “Do you?” You asked.

“Yeah. Which is sort of weird cause I hardly know you. But, uh… I'd like to get to know you better.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I'd like that too.” You smiled at him and he returned the gesture, chuckling.

“Well, I'll start by asking for your number?” He said it as if it was a suggestion. But, he didn't need to. You wouldn't ever think of declining the offer. So, you stuck your hand out, motioning for him to give you his phone. He pulled out his phone, opened his contacts and handed it to you for you to put in your info. You quickly tapped in your number and handed the device back to him.

“There.” You said. “Promise me you'll text me later.”

“Yeah, promise.”

A silence came over the two of you. You looked down at your sneakers and tapped your heels together in an effort to hide the flustered look that had made its way on to your face.

And then, you felt his hand brush against yours. You looked over to him and he was staring straight ahead which made you want to laugh because God, this felt like two middle schoolers on a first date. Awkward, cringey, and sweet.

You decided to bite the bullet and take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

His eyes darted down to your hands, laced together, and then to your face. You smiled at him and he smiled back, opening his mouth to say something when-

“Y/n, it's been 15 minutes!” Sam yelled, poking her head around the corner of the building to look at you.

Once she disappeared back into the building you groaned. “I should just quit this god awful job.” You said with a roll of your eyes.

“Nah, you shouldn't.” Hobie disagreed. “How else are you gonna get me shitty free pizza?”

You paused before bursting into laughter. “That is so stupid.” You said as you got up.

“But it's true.” He said, finally letting go of your hand. “Have you got work tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

“Well, when do you get off?”

“I've got the closing shift, so I'll be off at like, 9:00.”

“Well, if you're up for it, I think a late night date could be fun.” He said. “I'll walk you home from work, make sure you don't get robbed this time. And then we'll… See where the night takes us, I guess.”

You paused. How'd he know you got robbed after a closing shift? You hadn't told him that, had you? Well, it's sort of an easy assumption to make. Whatever. It's probably nothing.

“I'd like that.” You finally answered.

“Y/N!” Sam yelled.

“I’M COMING!” You yelled back. “Jesus… Anyways, uh… I'll see you tomorrow night?”

“Definitely.”

You smiled at him. “Cool. I'll be looking forward to it.”

With one last nod, you turned your back and walked back into work. For once, you were excited to have a closing shift.

#fanfiction #x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spiderman x reader #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x reader

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Dress- Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

Based on a request:

Heyyy there👀 So, it's been a while since I started following you but, your one shots are FUCKING AMAZING!!😭😂

Anyway, I just wanted to ask you, if it's okay would you please right a one shot or anything about Ghost who does material arts(boxing) with reader?! or F1 driver Ghost?! Thanks🥲💖 (It doesn't matter if it's smut or fluff I just really like your writings. by the way sorry if it sounds weird, just first time requesting in tumblr😭🤦🏻‍♀️)

A/N: Said I was going to do Ghost as a f1 driver with smut, so here I am :)

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, F1 driver!Ghost, oral!sex, unprotected!sex, P-in-V, praise, F1 driver au, established!relationship,18+

Simon was one of the best drivers this season, proving to everyone that Räikkönen was right. The iceman himself nicknaming him Ghost for his agile moves and for that fact that on track you can never underestimate his speed or when he'll show up behind you and pass you easily. So far in the season, he has won all races, P1 and nothing less. Fans of the sport excited that the championship is being won by a new driver.

Fan boys and fan girls excited for the season, making him know, he has all their support. All cameras on him as he finished in P1 during qualification placing him as the favourite for the weekend. His opponents and his teammate wishing to fight him for positions. As the interview portion after qualifying was over, the camera caught a glimpse of his girlfriend. The woman that all WAGs, girls and even some male fans were jealous of.

It was known, that he was one of the most loyal romantic partners amongst the drivers that weren't married yet. He never looked at a woman how he looked at you, and that is what always gave you reassurance anytime you had to stay behind during the season.

This time around though, he knew that this was the race he would win the championship in. So, he brought you along, wanted to show you how much he appreciated your support on and off track. So, as you two walked back to the garage, he whispered something in your ear, it was a perverted thing to say but he did so anyway.

Race day came along quick and he was now at the top of the podium, being crowned the champion for the season. The footage of him running up to you and holding you close as you cheered him in replayed over and over. At the podium, he pointed to you and blew a kiss. As the trophy laid on his hands, he kissed it and once more dedicated you that prize. As the night came to an end for the sport, you found yourself sneaking around with him to the hotel.

Now, you lie in bed, each kiss came with a praise. "Because of you, my dear love, I am a winner." another kiss. "God, look at you, so beautiful and all mine." Another kiss. The kisses trailed to your neck, then chest. The tight dress you wore now thrown to the floor. His kisses more eager and full of need. Hickeys on your neck, your panties soon flew to the floor. His large hands cupping your rounded and soft tits. Like an animal, he licks and bites them, being so rough and still praising you.

"Simon-" you try to say more but gasped as without any notice, his hardened dick thrusted inside you. His hands now at your hips, "R/N, c'mon, love, look at me." words so soft like a delicate whisper. But he was not delicate with you. Not tonight after you helped him reach the best record breaker in the sport.

Your moans feeding his ego, the way your hands quickly tried to stop his pace as he hit the perfect spot for way too long made him chuckle. "tsk tsk, not tonight love." He continues to thrust into you, the hotel rooms light dimmed, your breasts making him lean forward and lick them. "Mmm, what a delight you are, my R/N."

"Si...please" you whimpered as his hand kept rubbing your clit. He shakes his head and continues on, not wanting to stop. Needed to make you his like this all night because that is what winners do. He thrusts deeper into you, your back arching by the second. He becomes more aggressive as he feels you tighten around his cock. "Just like that, be a good girl and keep that going." his head thrown back, groans coming from within him. The sweat of you both mixing as your bodies made contact each time.

He pulls out and aggressively makes your get on your knees, you stick your tongue out and soon begin to give him head. You're holding onto him by his hips, groans and moans the deeper he pushes himself into your mouth. The gagging noise and your gasps each time you pull him out, feeding more into the driver. You knew he was about to cum when he keeps your head in place.

"Fuck, love..oh fuck..oh fuck." His thick cum, shooting into your pretty little mouth. He pulls our and then pushes your back into the bed, your legs on his side as he begins to thrust his every needy dick into you. More cum leaking inside, painting your tight walls white. You can feel the way he fills you, how with each thrust, slow or fast, it all leaks from you.

Both of you a moaning mess, he stops his thrusting and instead, leans his forehead to yours, kissing the tip of your nose and smiling. "I needed that, by sweet girl." He cups your face and kisses you.

A/N: man, I have no idea what I just wrote tbh

Tags: @thisuserisaninfpgirl

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in-my-loki-feels · 3 months

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🤓 spontaneous hug / unexpected + dealer's choice for the pairing!

I'm so glad you gave me dealer's choice because as soon as I saw this prompt on the list, I had an idea for a platonic hug and you gave me the chance to write it!

Under 1k this time! Another little scene from Bad Things 'verse. (Candy Corn is the pet snake.)

Don pushed the mower across the lawn, trying to ignore Loki, who lurked in the shade of the open garage. Don recognized the look on his face all too well. The only thing keeping Loki from pouncing was Sean and Kevin’s imminent return. It was pizza night—which Loki detested but had stopped complaining about once Don started offering him a separate dish—so as soon as the boys got home from their friend’s house, Don would order the pizzas.

He’d hoped to be done and able to clean up before then, but he knew the minute he stepped inside the house, all bets were off. He swiped an arm across his forehead to clear the sweat and turned the mower to begin the next pass. Farther down the street, two small figures were sprinting towards them. He let go of the mower’s handle and the engine cut off.

“Dad, dad!”

The excitement in Sean's voice kept Don from panicking, even though the volume of his yell and the speed with which they were approaching had his Dad senses on alert.

“Daaad!” Kevin also yelled. They were running down the sidewalk, backpacks nearly falling off because they refused to wear both shoulder straps. It wasn’t cool, apparently. They crossed the yard at an angle, rather than take the driveway, and dropped their bags on the grass. Don winced on behalf of the textbooks inside.

“Did you know?” Sean asked, once he'd caught his breath. “Did you know he was coming to the school today?”

“Who?” Don asked. He shot a confused look over his shoulder. Loki had gotten up from his chair and was strolling closer with a suspiciously pleased look on his face.

“Loki!” the boys yelled together. Sean continued, “He came to school today and everybody got pulled out of class to go to an assembly! And he gave a speech and then he asked for a tour and he came to my classroom!”

“Mine too! And the Secret Service was there too! They had these really cool sunglasses and guns.” Kevin’s eyes gleamed. Don wished he would find something less violent to be fascinated with.

“And then we got to go outside and see the armored cars!” Sean said. “But he said there wasn’t time for everyone so he was only picking a couple of classes—”

“—so he picked both of ours!” Kevin screeched. “It was so cool! I got to sit in the driver’s seat!”

Another glance at Loki showed he was basking in their praises. Don tried to picture it: Loki rolling up with the full presidential motorcade—how did they even organize that outside of the capital?—and swanning into the school, issuing orders. It wasn’t hard to imagine the panic it must have sent the school administration into.

“That sounds pretty cool,” he said, once it was clear his sons were waiting for a reaction.

“Duh,” Kevin said. “Loki told Mrs. Sanderson that he was only visiting one school per state and ours was the one he picked. And then he made her stay in the classroom because Bobby got sick, which meant he missed the whole tour!” His grin stretched ear to ear.

Bobby wasn’t enough of a bully for the teachers to do something about, but he wasn’t exactly making friends in Kevin’s class. After making fun of Candy Corn’s name, he and Kevin had almost gotten into a fight, which resulted in another note brought home from Mrs. Sanderson.

The fact that Bobby mysteriously became ill and couldn’t join in the fun wasn’t escaping Don’s notice. Loki’s grin matched Kevin’s.

“Thank you, Loki!” Sean suddenly shouted and darted towards Loki before Don could stop him. Kevin was right behind him, echoing, “Thank you!”

Both boys collided with Loki in the kind of tackling hug that usually knocked Don back a step. He watched Loki freeze in place as their arms went around his hips, his own hands hovering just above their shoulders. It was over before Don had a chance to call them off. Sean and Kevin beamed up at Loki before running for the house.

“Your backpacks—”

The front door slammed shut behind them. Don sighed and turned to Loki, who radiated discomfort.

“Sorry, they get so excited sometimes, they don’t think.”

“It’s…fine.” Loki lowered his hands, but his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses so Don wasn’t exactly sure what he was thinking.

“That was pretty nice of you to visit their school. Too bad Bobby missed it.”

Loki’s lips twitched, a hint of his previous humor returning. “Yes, such a shame.”

Don knew another hug was out of the question, so he settled for walking over and pressing a kiss to Loki’s cheek.

“Thanks for making their week special.” Loki’s attention snapped to him in a way that sent a frisson of excitement down Don’s spine. He quickly backed out of grabbing range.

“Pizza night,” he reminded them both. “But if you wanna skip the recounting of everything at max volume, you don’t have to stay.” Don thought it only fair to offer an out, after the hugs forced onto him.

“It’s fine,” Loki said again, sounding more like his usual self. He went back to his chair in the garage but only seemed half-focused on Don as he finished up the lawn.

Later, as Don alternated admonishing the boys for talking with their mouths full and talking too loudly, he kept glancing at Loki, wondering at what point it’d be too much. But Loki didn’t leave, he simply watched Sean and Kevin ramble with a mixture of curiosity and amusement in his expression. Don hid a smile by looking down at his plate and decided the boys could carry on a little longer before he cut them off.

From this game. Other fills here.

#lokius fic #wanderingflame fic #ask game answers #badthings verse #could i have cut out the mowing to make it a little shorter?#yes but i enjoy when loki thirsts after regular guy don #hhhehehe #president loki #don the jet ski salesman #wf hug game

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freakshowtwopointoh · 11 months

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In Which Jordan and Marie are Forced To Figure It Out

*takes place at some point in episode 7 or 8 probably?? Idk lmao*

"Jordan, wait!" Marie ran after them, praying she can keep her balance on the slippery tile. They're a master of the speed walk, and she's panting heavily when she finally reaches them. "Is the infamous Jordan Li leaving a party early?"

"Back off, Moreau. Leave me alone." Their voice was cold.

"Did I do something to upset you?" Marie's brows furrowed. They hadn't been so gruff with her in a long time.

"Don't be ridiculous. The world doesn't revolve around you. Now back off." And with that, they stormed away, and she was too stunned to do anything but stare at their disappearing back.

For the entire morning of classes, Marie kept her phone off. She pretended like it was just to keep her focus on schoolwork, but in reality, she didn't know what she wanted or how she wanted it. Did she want Jordan to call? She was both disappointed and pleased she didn't hear from them while she slept. On the one hand, she was so angry at them disappearing during the stupid GodU event, forcing Marie to cover for them. On the other hand, she was glad Jordan at least stuck to their dickery rather than immediately rescinding to her. Usually, her doe eyes got her anything from Stone Cold Jordan Li, but last night was weird. And it wasn't their parents -- they hadn't even been at the event! It was just some stupid potential student thing. So it wasn't that ridiculous at all that she assumed she had done something. To be quite honest, she hadn't been paying the best attention to Jordan during the event, but there were donors to schmooze, shots to sneak, and Emma had a minor crisis with her dress that she had to help with. Once Marie had stitched the strap back on and fixed the hole in the back, she caught sight of Jordan leaving the ballroom.

She was bent over a textbook, trying to focus on what it was saying about the connection between emotion and power, when someone interrupted her.

"Moreau! I've been tryin to call you all day." Jordan looked like they had been working out all day, sweaty and stunning.

"My phone's been off. Studying." She gestured at the papers and books strewn about. They didn't seem quite appeased. "Look, if you've come to apologize about last night, don't. You have every right to have your own shit going on. I shouldn't have pried." She put her head back down, hoping that would be the end of it.

If she was really honest with herself, she was terrified about what Jordan was going to say. Her relationship with them was 99% vibes, and she had no experience with this shit. She was terrified of being their girlfriend, terrified they wouldn't want her to be their girlfriend. Terrified that she was both too much and not enough for Jordan. If she wanted to keep things casual, she had to stay casual. They were cool, right? Yeah, they had made out at basically every free moment, and they had walked around campus holding hands and talking for hours. Every thing about this, about Jordan, was intoxicating for her, and she was so fucking scared that it was all going to slip through her fingers, or explode in her face. Ironic, considering the advice she had given them just a little while ago.

"You deserve an explanation. Let's walk and talk, ok?"

Fuck. She had no reason to say no, so she packed up her stuff slowly. She wished her hands weren't so shaky. Everything made it into her bag, and she got up to walk with Jordan.

Once they got far enough away from other students, Jordan turned to Marie.

"I'm going to talk. I need you to listen." Marie nodded, trying to keep her face smooth and unaffected. "I lied last night. It was about you. It's always about you these days, Moreau. I thought I could control it, that I could be immune to you. And it's more than just you being a pretty girl. I've been with pretty girls and pretty boys and no one mixes me up like you do. I thought I was over the bullshit from my exes and my parents and that I could keep that all away from you, you beautiful, kind, amazing girl. And being with you last night, I was..." they paused. "I was jealous. And I realized, I can't do it anymore! I can't keep you away anymore, I can't watch you pull away from me anymore." They ran their fingers through their bob, not daring to look at Marie directly yet. They took a deep breath. "I am not easy to love, or to be with. I am not a boy all the time. I am not a girl all the time. I am still a messy, broken kid trying to pick up the pieces and become the person I'm going to be. I have a short temper, and I do a decent amount of drugs. And I definitely didn't expect you to come storming into my life. I wasn't ready for you, for these feelings, for this. I don't know if we will be good together, I don't know if this is going to blow up in my face but I can't do this half way anymore. I want more. I want you by my side at every event. I want everyone to know that we're together. I want to protect you when things go south, and I want to celebrate all of your successes. I want you, now and always. Will you be my partner?" They finally looked at Marie, who had tears streaming down her face.

She kissed them, gripping their jacket with an intensity that would make you think they were heading off to battle. She tasted of tears and coffee and everything they never knew they wanted. They couldn't have dreamed Marie Moreau if they tried. When they finally pulled away, she smiled impishly at them, seemingly pleased to be slightly taller this time.

"That was a yes, by the way. I want all of you, Jordan Li. Exactly as you are." And then she kissed them again, and nothing else mattered. "We are good together. I know it. I didn't see it until now, but I see it. We'll end up an old married couple, you'll see."

#jordan li #limoreau #gen v #gen v prime #jordan x marie #marie x jordan #marie moreau #gen v fic #gen v fanfiction #gen v amazon

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wordyneonlights · 2 months

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'And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you'

Welcome back to the inner workings of my mind!! This has been STUCK in my head since yesterday and I've finally gotten it all out. UGH.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this... whatever this is.

1.3k words by the way

You've made a mistake.

No... mistake is too small a word. Mistake is using salt instead of sugar; using the wrong 'there' in an essay; texting the wrong number; telling your mother anything about your love life

This was not a mistake, it was more accurate to say that you had royally fucked up.

Like the ginormous idiot you are, you'd gone and fallen in love.

And even that wasn't accurate enough, falling created the expectancy that you were going to be caught. You had crashed and burned into love if you wanted to get specific with it.

It hit you last week, when you were washing the dishes with him, hips bumping, silence you could sleep in surrounding the both of you.

You thought to yourself: 'I really wouldn't mind doing this everyday forever,'

Then you dropped your plate in the sink at the shock of your realisation. Eliciting a laugh from him as he poked you with his elbow.

'You all right there?' He had asked

And you laughed and nodded

'I've got an essay due tomorrow is all,'

'We can always pull an all nighter, run to the corner-store, put something scary on and speed run it,'

'My knight in shining armour,'

'And my favourite dragon,'

You'd rolled your eyes and he laughed making you laugh too and it had just been such a comfortable moment. So warm and safe, and you'd gone and ruined it all by falling in love.

The thing was, you wouldn't have minded as much if it hadn't taken you this long to even be friends with him.

He wasn't necessarily the most open person. A lot of people thought he was hostile, mean... you didn't think that.

OK fine that was a lie you had thought that, but you'd also bothered with getting to know him and he turned out to be the most sarcastically funny, kind, sweet, annoyingly handsome, person you'd ever known. But it had taken you two years to get to that point. And he hadn't dated anybody in the time you knew him.

You'd asked him once, if he was interested in romantic relationships, and he'd looked at you funny.

'Yeah,' he'd said, ' I'm just not looking right now,

'Aw, why not?'

'Tryna graduate first' he'd said poking your nose and shifting your face away from him

'Darn it, I thought I'd have a shot,'

Your heart had been hammering at that point, you had a crush on him by then but it wasn't exactly love, not yet.

He had given you a look but had been interuppted before he could say anything. You both didn't talk about it again.

You wished wholeheartedly that you had never met him (lies) or that you had at least, never fallen for him (more lies).

You were scheduled for one of your routine hangouts, at the local bar. Usually some of your other friends would have joined you but they had all bailed.

Maybe the universe was giving you some sort of sign? Maybe this was your chance to confess. You were quieter than usual as he drove you to the bar, staring out of the window.

"You alright?" he asked

"Uh huh," you responded

"We could always watch a movie or something, we don't have to go out,"

You nodded not really registering, his cologne smelt nicer than usual today, but then he always smelled nice.

"Are you sick or something?"

' Lovesick maybe,' you thought in your head.

"I mean don't get me wrong I appreciate the silence, but it is weird when you’re not annoying me about something,"

You rolled you eyes before smiling coyly, "Just admit you like hearing me talk," you said and he scoffed

"Never mind actually I preferred the quiet,"

You took this as a challenge obviously, and began chattering to him about the latest drama surrounding your favourite comic.

"So the fight's getting tense right, but he's got this super powerful being on his side but then his legs get sliced off and he has to jump into the god he's fighting and he almost gets devoured but then it gets eaten by his wall but then the wall eats his mom and-"

You rambled on before your voice fizzled out. You wanted to stop talking before you said something you'd regret. Besides, you were at the bar already.

You walked inside and sat on one of the outside tables. You sat in silence for about ten minutes, absently sipping your drink so you wouldn't talk.

Maybe if you confessed while drunk you could play it off as not that serious, at least it would be out there.

"Ok, what's the problem," he asked finally, and you raised your eyebrows

"What?"

"Are you sick? Did one of your 'faves' die again?"

"What, I-"

"Did that couple you were rooting for break up? Did you fail another paper?"

"Hey-"

"Are you-" his face blanched and your stomach dropped. Had he somehow figured it out? Your mouth went dry and you tried your best to look normal.

"Are you pregnant?"

...

Your mind went completely blank as you registered his face before you burst out into laughter.

"Pregnant?" you wheezed doubling over, "You think I'm pregnant!!"

Your laughter was so obnoxious you were getting weird looks but you didn't care. The absurdity of it all had you rolling.

"This is what i get for caring," he'd said blushing slightly after you had calmed down save for a few giggles every few minutes

"I can't believe you thought I was pregnant,"

"You weren't giving me much to work with," he muttered, "I was getting worried,"

"Rest assured i am not pregnant,"

Just hopelessly in love with you is all.

"Then what's wrong?" he asked, tone more serious

You hesitated, he was annoyingly perceptive. Maybe there was a possibility he already knew you were in love with him and was waiting for you to confess. Were you willing to take that chance?

"Just got some unexpected news is all," you said picking your words carefully

"Good news or bad news?"

"I'm not sure yet,"

"Well... as long as you’re not pregnant,"

"Why do you care so much?"

"I can barely deal with you and your period hormones," he teased rubbing his arm when you smacked him, "Pregnancy hormones would be a whole different beast,"

"Whatever, you’re stuck with me anyway,"

"Stuck with you huh?"

Your heart was drumming in your chest and you took another sip of your drink.

"You know... " I started, "There is actually something I wanted to say,"

"I think we've already established that,"

You felt queasy, and cleared your throat. You could feel yourself sweating as you built up your courage.

You have to say it, if not now then when? You can't be the sort of person who lives in regret, you can't be the kind of person who's scared of big conversations.

You steeled yourself, bringing your head up and looking him firmly in the eye.

"I love you,"

There, it was out, you'd said it, it was in the air, out in the open, the frequency of your voice had been registered as vibrations in his ear, he had heard you. You could tell because of the slight raise of his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I love you too, is that what you were so worked up about?"

You should have been happy, relieved almost but you weren't, your stomach twisted itself and you let out a shaky breath.

"No I mean I love you love you. I think you're one of the most amazing people I've ever met, you make me laugh, you make me feel seen and I want to be with you as more than just friends. I love you in the way that they talk about in poetry and I can't keep hiding it from you anymore,"

You stopped talking eyes still on his.

You couldn't read his expression, his face had gone pale and his eyes were wide.

"I'm sorry," he started and your heart clenched, "I don't feel the same way,"

Oof, glad I am done with this. Just wanted to put it out there I suppose. Not sure I had a person in mind for this when I wrote it so I'll probably just tag a bunch of fandoms or whatever. Hope you enjoyed!!

Title is from the song: 'Something Stupid' by Frank and Nancy Sinatra

#x reader #x reader fic #haikyuu x reader #mha x reader #aot x reader #jjk x reader #tokrev x reader #anyone else you can dream of

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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𓅨The Places We'll Be

The Places We'll Be: The clothes finally come off, you just hope that the two beings don’t break you in their endeavor to show their love.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Double Penetration, Morpheus’ Powers + Lube Speed Things Up (because I said so), Additionally: I’ve never written anal before, be gentle, don’t break your ass bc you’re horny.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!Reader x Hob Gadling, Idea from this post by @writing-fanics.

Word Count: ~7.1k

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You don’t know exactly how you ended up half naked, lying on Hob’s kitchen island. The relationship you had with Dream of the Endless and the immortal man named Hob Gadling was complicated enough without emotions and feelings involved. Normal mortal humans just didn’t mix with anthropomorphic beings and immortals. It spelled disaster. So how exactly did you end up half naked stretched out on Hob’s kitchen island with Morpheus kissing your leg while Hob repeatedly kissed your lips? Oh yes, you had finally graduated your post doctoral program and were no longer off limits.

Softly moaning from the feeling of Morpheus’s lips teasing the inner part of your knee and Hob clutching your cheek, making sure that his mouth was as close as possible, you shifted in place while feeling an uncomfortable need building within your body. Morpheus sank his teeth into your thigh and you jerked in place squeal, whimpering into Hob’s mouth. The immortal devoured that delicious sound, sliding his tongue against yours. One of your hands wrapped around Hob’s wrist of the hand cradling your jaw while the other dove down to seek out midnight locks. Hob’s mouth departed yours and he looked to Morpheus.

“You are playing around with her,” He grumbled in dissatisfaction. Morpheus arched an eyebrow, stroking your skin ever so gently while you squirmed around.

“I am merely taking my time, Hob,” Morpheus returned. “Did we not discuss this? I see no reason to hurry along when we both wish to express our true ardor.”

“Well yes, but you don’t need to torture her,” Hob pointed out. “At least not yet.” You gaped at them because clearly this was premeditated and they had conversed with each other on how they planned on indulging. Hob returned his gaze to you. “Do you care? I can’t imagine you particularly feel like being toyed with by Morpheus right now. We’ve both been patiently waiting and while he has an endless amount of it, I do not.”

Now that had you gaping, mouth dropping open as you stared at Hob’s questioning face.

“I—” You stuttered out, feeling breathless from the immortal’s kisses while you lips almost felt numb. “I— I mean… you—”

“Cat caught your tongue, beloved?” Morpheus innocently asked. He may be giving you an innocent look but his thoughts were anything but. His fingers climbed up your leg, spindly climbing across your flesh until his cool fingertips brushed along the band of your underwear. You whimpered once more, your eyes darting between Morpheus and Hob.

“We need a verbal confirmation,” Hob spoke to you, twisting the wrist you held so he could bring your hand to his mouth once more. You were locked in his gentle brown gaze and you swallowed. Good god, they were basically asking you permission for a threesome. Who were you kidding you knew you loved them both dearly at this point, and it was far from platonic.

“You can tease me later,” You answered with hot cheeks, feeling shy about your intimate desire and wishes. “Right now I really just want to feel your love. I’ve been craving it.”

That made stars burn brightly within Morpheus’ eyes and his hands wrapped around your hips, fingers curling into the elastic band of your underwear. Hob however, smiled widely at you and cupped your cheeks to pull your lips back to his. While your immortal man kissed you deeply, the endless pulled on the elastic band of your underwear. He slipped them from your legs, kissing your knees and appreciating how beautifully sculpted your body was.

Hob was in the middle of urging your lips to part so he could fully indulge in your mouth when Morpheus pushed your thighs apart and lowered himself to his knees. You were barely aware of the Endless’s actions and intention, absorbed in Hob’s tongue curling around yours and driving you towards a feeling of euphoria. But the moment Morpheus dragged his tongue through your folds you jerked against his hold and raggedly gasped into Hob’s mouth.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction to Morpheus’s tongue. It was far more exquisite than either man expected. You clenched your fingers into his obsidian hair and pressed your head back into the kitchen island. Hob cradled your face, a pleased smile on his lips as he watched pleasure bloom on your cheeks and burst within your eyes. It was almost as delicious as the soft sounds emerging from your throat.

Seeing you squirm against Morpheus’s mouth, whimpering and whining as his tongue did things to your body you never imagined, Hob shifted his gaze to your heaving chest. The only piece of clothing you had on was your plain comfortable bra and even as plain as it was, it still didn’t take away from Hob’s desire to see all of your body. So he slipped his fingers down your neck, caressed your shoulders and smirked when you twitched further from is touch alone.

But you were distracted from Hob’s devilish workings by Morpheus sealing his lips over your clit and sucking. Your thighs tightened around Morpheus neck and you felt your leg muscles contract.

“Oh god,” You breathed out, tears beginning to burn at the edge of your eyelashes. Morpheus’s eyes glowed once more, more than pleased to hear the sound of your pleasure in addition to your subtle writhes against him. He held you firmer in place while Hob unclipped your bra and pulled it from your shoulders. Hob caught your hands which left their respective grasps to cover your bare breasts, and he pressed your wrists next to your head.

“He’s an Endless, actually,” He smoothly corrected you with a Cheshire smile. “There’s no god here, love, just you and us,” You whimpered, legs straining against Morpheus’s hold as your flesh was electrified with pleasure. Hob lowered his head to kiss you once more, but his lips didn’t remain on yours. No, they migrated to your jaw, tracing the bone and placing more kisses that you felt distinctly. Then he dragged his lips down your neck and sucked at your skin.

You whined and twisted in place, kicking out a leg and feeling just short of screaming your frustrations out. You had never experienced such bodily pleasure, certainly not at the same time, and it was nearly unbearable. Then your thighs started to shake violently, your hips bucking up against Morpheus’ mouth. You strained against Hob’s grasp and writhed, incoherent babbles slipping from your lips.

The moment Hob dragged his tongue across your breast and licked at your nipple, your back was arching and you cried out. Hob hungrily adored the soft flesh of your breasts, sucking on them and nibbling in the hopes of leaving behind marks. There would be plenty of time to mark you up later, but Hob wanted to be the first. Morpheus caught the tail end of that thought and a flare of rivalry bloomed. Ripping his mouth away from your hot and pleasure soaked cunt, Morpheus sank his teeth into your thigh.

This time you let out a strangled cry and violently jerked in their hold, rolling to the right as the orgasm the two men had coaxing forth, burst and proceeded to wash through your body. The kitchen island was cool against your skin as you trembled and shook, momentarily loosing your voice and senses. When you finally found it once more, you could only let out a rasping moan while your limp limbs buzzed with electricity.

Did Hob seriously just let Morpheus bury his face between your thighs in his kitchen!?

Morpheus gently kissed your still trembling thighs, appreciating how beautiful you were washed with pleasure and thoroughly drunk on the taste of you. Hob nuzzled your neck, slightly jealous that the Endless got to taste you first. Well, an agreement was an agreement and Hob would soon have his turn. You let out a soft moan once more and Hob brushed your hair from your face.

“Still with us, love?” Hob asked, looking into your face. You dragged your eyes open and rolled your head to look at his soft brown eyes.

“How long have you two been planning this because there is no way you two could have come to an agreement this fast.” You softly croaked, thighs still feeling shaky and body hyper sensitized. Morpheus kissed your hip and stroked your thighs once more. Your muscles still trembled.

“We have had plenty of time to consider how we would like to pick you apart, beloved,” Morpheus smoothly replied, a smug smirk gracing his lips while Hob rolled his eyes.

“I will admit, we’ve had a few conversations,” Hob answered, unable to stop himself from stroking your face. You stared at Hob, your cheeks on fire and still feeling Morpheus’s bite. That would be around for a while. Eyes drifting to the Endless responsible for your jelly legs, you shivered at the look in his eyes. Hungry, he looked so hungry. Hob’s eyebrow popped up. “Getting cold?” He asked, eyes appreciating your naked body.

Morpheus smirked and shifted his eyes to the immortal.

“She is far from cold, Hob,” Morpheus explained, his voice deep and rich. The two men exchanged further looks before their eyes settled back on you. You could see the desire within their eyes and might just melt away to nothing beneath it. Your heart thundered in your chest and you slumped back onto the kitchen island with a whimper.

Your mind was captivated by the intense stormy blue ones that stared at you while the Endless being effortlessly carried your body from Hob’s dining room, to the bedroom. Your cheeks were on fire, your body still buzzing with echoes of pleasure, and Morpheus felt it all. From the way you trembled, to the way your eyes were still dilated, even the way you breathed was still heightened. From behind Morpheus, Hob followed, his eyes never once leaving you. Your eyes connected and the immortal man could see the flush beneath your skin grow.

His smirk widened and a half squeak caught in the back of your throat.

“Hob,” Morpheus drew out, seeing your reaction. The immortal snorted.

“I didn’t do anything.” Hob replied while you felt like your entire face was melting away from a blistering flush. This time you let out an embarrassed whimper and his your face in Morpheus’ shoulder with a muted groan.

“You two are gonna kill me,” You mumbled in Morpheus’ soft jacket.

“We’d apologize… but it wouldn’t be sincere.” Hob replied all too happily, admiring your bare shoulders. He might have been jealous of Morpheus for getting to carry your gorgeous naked body, but both beings had long since agreed to share you should you be willing… and it seemed you were. Hob would also have plenty of other opportunities to have the pleasure of carrying you. Alone. He was sure of that. Morpheus reached Hob’s large bed and ever so carefully laid you out upon the soft sheets.

It took everything in your will power to not cross your legs or fold your arms across your chest in embarrassment, especially with the way the two men stared at you with such clear want and appreciation. The pressure of being the only one naked started to get to you.

“Why am I the only one naked right now?” You faintly asked, eyeing both fully clothed men. Morpheus arched an eyebrow at you, for surely you were being impatient and the Endless refused to rush such sacred moment… but he’d let it pass this time. So Morpheus’ long fingers slowly began unbuttoning his jacket. While you were transfixed and focused on Morpheus’ fingers, Hob shed his sweater and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. You were so caught up in Morpheus’ starry eyes you didn’t realize that Hob had climbed onto the bed next to you until warm fingers were grasping your chin and your head was turned.

Lips pressed against yours, urging, passionate, driving your mouth apart so Hob could kiss you deeper. His tongue dragged along the seam of your lips, making little sparks of pleasure explode, before it found itself tangling with yours. You shuddered and sighed, feeling like you were going to collapse once more just from Hob’s kisses. Slumping back against the bed, your hands found themselves pressing against’s Hob’s chest. Unlike Morpheus, who’s chest was entirely hairless in a chilled marble like way, Hob was warm with body hair that was just as chocolate brown as the strands of hair currently tickling your jaw while Hob kissed the ever loving daylights out of you.

The soft sounds coming from your throat, little gasps, delicious moans, only fed the fervor of the two men. Morpheus, who had certainly taken the time to appreciate the divinity of your body and map each and every dip and rise, moved forwards, his coat neatly folded and left on the dresser. Like a panther on the prowl, the Endless placed a knee on the mattress and slowly made his way towards you. You were to distracted by Hob to notice Morpheus approaching you, and only reacted when he lifted his hands and caressed the gentle slope of a breast.

You whimpered against Hob’s lips, one of your hands automatically lifting to latch onto Morpheus’ shoulder. How could the single action of a hand stroking your breast feel so good?? You hadn’t a clue but what you did know was that between Hob’s mouth relentlessly taking yours, and Morpheus appreciating every bit of your breasts, you were having a hard time thinking anything. Lost in a daze, your hands mindlessly tugged the clothes of your lovers, indicating your need for more. Your nails scratched at Hob’s belt and sharply pulled at Morpheus’ jeans. Surely you wouldn’t be the only one naked.

“Patience, beloved,” Morpheus purred, leaning down and running his lips along your ribcage. He couldn’t help but nuzzle the gentle curve of your breast once more, lavishing in your squirm and drunk on the sweet, sweet whimper that departed your mouth. Hob himself chuckled against your lips, enjoying every little sound you made.

“Shall I put you out of your misery, love?” Hob questioned, his lips just barely brushing against yours while he stared into your flushed face.

“You better,” You snipped back, fingers curling into his waist line and jerking him closer. Hob could only chuckle further at your insistence, but did as you bade. He pulled back from you and quickly undid his belt. You wanted to watch as Hob discarded his trousers and brief, you really did… but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Hob’s molten chocolate ones. Even as Morpheus continually explored your body, running his lips along your soft flesh, kissing and worshipping it, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Hob’s. It was only when Hob hovered over you, his fingers tracing your face while Morpheus grabbed your hand to kiss your fingertips, that you blinked yourself back to the present. Your fingers clenched around cool pale ones. “You are going to wreck me.” You spoke weakly. Hob chuckled with a smirk.

“You’ve made it very hardto keep our distance, love,” Hob answered, trailing his free hand along your outer leg to your waist. Your breath hitched the moment you felt his body draped on yours. Warm. Muscular. Comforting. Not to mention your cunt was once again throbbing, probably because you could feel Hob’s hard cock pressing against your pulsating flesh. You pressed your hand against Hob’s cheek, fully appreciating just how beautiful he was.

“Fix that, then,” You ordered, lifting your lips to brush over his. Hob’s eyebrow rose in challenge, and he exchanged a brief look with Morpheus. Oh? Issuing orders already? Morpheus’ lips twitched as a silent conversation passed between him and Hob. You were correct to say that they were going to wreck you. Piece. By. Piece. So while Morpheus began pressing his lips against the forearm of the hand he held, Hob closed the gap between your lips.

His lips pushed against yours, urging them to part so he could sweep into your mouth and tangle his tongue with yours. You shuddered and slipped your fingers up his face to slide them into his hair. As you carded your fingers through Hob’s hair and grasped tighter to Morpheus’ fingers holding yours, Hob snaked his hand from your face and down your body. He certainly appreciated the way your body was sculpted. Plump and curvy. Slipping his hand along your inner thighs, Hob truly was delighted by the amount of wetness that still clung to your flesh.

At the barest of touches against your sensitive flesh, your hips bucked against Hob’s hand proceeded to crash against his cock. You raggedly moaned into Hob’s mouth as he nibbled on your lip. Morpheus’ sharp eyes lifted to your neck where he could see and feel your heart racing. It was a pity that your flesh was so devoid of love, of adoration, of reverence. He and Hob would be fixing that. So while Morpheus indulged his desire to adore your skin and feast on the small whimpers that slipped from your mouth, Hob dipped his hips to push his painful erection against your throbbing flesh.

You couldn’t help the physical jerk beneath Hob, nor the way you clenched your nails into Morpheus’ fingers. Gods he was so warm, so pleasurable. He wasn’t even in you yet. You gasped Hob’s name and pressed your forehead into his. Hob pressed several gentle kisses against your lips, refusing to rush into such an experience as finally having you. But then he was finally fulfilling his intimate desire, slowly pushing his cock into your cunt and indulging in the delicious sounds you made.

Softly moaning, you twisted your head towards Morpheus and pressed your face close. That exposed Hob to your neck, which he immediately pressed his lips into your skin, nearly groaning from how hot and silky your walls felt as he slowly pushed into you. Fingers grasping onto Morpheus just a little tighter, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks when Hob’s warm hips pressed against yours. Your fingers curled around Hob’s soft brown hair and you lightly bucked your hips, bumping them into Hob’s while breathing heavily. The Immortal sunk his teeth into your neck and pressed a hand down onto your hip.

“Patiences, love,” Hob softly growled at you, allowing his teeth to linger on your skin wanting. Morpheus chuckled, you had to resist smacking him with the hand he adored with his lips. Rolling your head, you glared at Hob, his full name poised on your tongue for reprimand. But before you could call him out, Hob withdrew his cock from your hot cunt only to thrust forwards and watch as you tensed and squirmed. The explosion of pleasure just from that one movement alone… That made a very pleased smirk appear on Hob’s face. “We’re in no rush.”

“Hob,” You complained, jerking within both men’s hold. They didn’t humor your complaint, Morpheus twisting your wrist to kiss the delicate inside while Hob lowered his mouth to your breast. He kissed your soft flesh, teasing one of your sensitive nipples with his tongue as he gently moved in and out of your body. The sweetest sounds emerged from your throat, feeding into the hunger of the two men both determined to draw out the most delectable and beguiling sounds from your lips.

Greedy were the immortal and Endless, marking your skin with their undying love… and yet every time you tried to seek more, you were put in your place.

Your back arched in reaction to Hob being a little more vicious with his thrusts, striking a place deep within your cunt that left lasting echoes of pleasure. You clenched around him, your walls rippling and grasping Hob’s cock. He moaned deeply, a shiver running up his spine. The moist flesh between your trembling thighs glistened in evidence when you got little glimpse of your skin. He slipped in and out all too easily now, hips gliding together while friction tore at the fringes of your sanity. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Pleasure was slashing at your control, but something, Hob most likely, was holding it hostage. Such a strong urge to let go, but you couldn’t.

“Hob, please,” you rasped, bucking and writhing, doing anything to let that building pleasure just go. Hob sucked on your breast, flicking his tongue across your overly sensitive nipple, marking your untouched skin, before exchanging a glance with Morpheus. Would they let you have it? Perhaps… but you’d have to beg.

“We do not think ourselves to be so cruel, but do you truly wish for such luxury, beloved?” Morpheus lightly questioned. You let out a frustrated whine, dragging your nails sharply through Hob’s hair. How could these two torture like this?? Hob chuckled at your noise of indignation and twisted his head to catch your lips. Lips branding yours, you moaned in further frustration, your nails now digging into Morpheus’ flesh as your abdominal muscles clenched.

The feeling of his cock within your body was now just raw. Your walls rippled and flexed, begging you for release of the building pleasure. Yet while you were floundering and shaking violently, Hob indulged in your sweet lips and clutched your cunt closer to his body.

“Let it go, my love,” Hob murmured against your buzzing mouth, anticipating what would only be a exquisite sight of you falling apart beneath him. Tears bit at the edges of your eyes and relieved that that agonizing pleasure wasn’t being held back anymore, you relaxed your body. In a shattering crescendo, your hips bucked and twitched against Hob’s as you came undone. A hoarse scream erupted from your lips as you buried your face into Hob’s shoulder. You could have sworn that you saw stars as you clutched your two lovers.

Body fully relaxing as your release slipped down your thighs, you moaned in place while barely feeling Hob and Morpheus kissing you. Then you softly groaned when Hob slipped from your body, and sighed as Morpheus leaned over to press a kiss against your forehead.

“You were magnificent, beloved,” The Endless murmured against your forehead, nuzzling you and giving your hand a squeeze.

“What? You think Hob fucking my brains out is a show?” You moaned, dragging your eyes open to stare up at the intense blue eyes hovering over yours.

“Hey! I did not fuck your brains out, love,” Hob complained, pinching your inner thigh and causing you to squawk in exclamation.

“Robert!”

“Not actually my name,” The immortal man cheekily reminded you with a devious grin. You rolled your eyes and slapped your free hand to his face, pointing a finger into his cheek.

“You know what I mean,” You grumbled, eye twitching at the mirth in his brown eyes.

“Love, if I were to fuck your brains out, you wouldn’t even know it because you’d be incoherent mess,” Hob corrected you enjoying the way you groaned and slumped against the mattress.

“An enviable sight, surely,” Morpheus echoed and the two men shared a look. They’d have that beautiful scene eventually. You held up a hand and waved it at them.

“No, no,” You scolded them. “You got to have your turn, I want mine. No more touching me until I get it caspishe?” They glowered at you, not liking the idea that you would withhold yourself from them. “Got it?”

“Reluctantly,” Morpheus huffed while Hob groaned and eyed you. You gave him an expectant look and raised your eyebrow. He ultimately gave in.

“Okay, okay,” Hob agreed. You smiled pleasantly and wiggled your half numb legs back so you could sit up. Taking a deep breath, you glanced at Morpheus and pointed at him.

“You, take the rest of your clothes off,” You ordered, then you turned to Hob, who was staring at you with raised eyebrows. You gestured at him. “You, scoot, this bed is big enough for the three of us.”

“You dare give us orders?” Morpheus repeated, his voice dropping an octave. You fixed your eyes on the Endless.

“Did I stutter my love?” You said in challenge.

“Oh now you’ve done it,” Hob muttered, sitting next to you and kissing your shoulder. Morpheus’ eyes glowed bright silver for a moment, expressing his Endless power. Then he placed a knee on the bed and the rest of his clothes melted from his body and disappeared in a shower of stardust. Your breath caught in your chest for Morpheus, while you knew to be an incredibly beautiful being, had an entire body more glorious than even a god. Not just a nice chest. Hob was your warmth. Morpheus was your frost.

“You’re drooling love,”

“Shut up and let me drool,” Hob laughed and brushed his fingers down your arm as you inspected every inch of Morpheus. Oh how you wanted to worship both of them, but Morpheus? You were going to start with him. As Morpheus fully climbed on the bed, you reached for his arm and yanked him to you. You had him flat on his back beneath you while you straddled him in seconds, the Endless allowing whatever you wished.

“You’re feeling bossy,” Hob commented, you shot him a look before addressing Morpheus.

“Stay put, would you dear?” You purred to the Endless before planting a hand on Hob’s chest. As your nails slowly drew down Hob’s chest, you slowly moved your body down Morpheus’ and settled your eyes on his cock. As your right hand brushed Hob’s pubic hair, still damp with your release, you slipped your left around Morpheus’ cock and lowered your head. Both men groaned when your hand and mouth made their first ministrations and the sound was music to your ears.

You licked at Morpheus’ cock at first, wanting to acquaint yourself with it before diving in. Mouth swirling around pale cock, you allowed your right hand to dance along Hob’s cock. They both swelled beneath your touch, throbbing and aching for more of your addicting touch. Swirling your tongue, you sucked intermittently while coaxing pleasure from Hob with reckless abandonment. Morpheus slipped his fingers into your hair and wound the locks around his fingers. This was a devilish side of you that neither being had seen before.

Hob grunted as his cock strained in your hand, already taunted by your heavenly cunt. He hadn’t taken his own pleasure for he’d been entirely focused on yours. Pain and ecstasy mixed for he wanted nothing but to find his release… and yet he felt it wasn’t time. Not yet. So he chose to distract himself by kissing Morpheus, who didn’t hesitate to return such plundering desire.

You weren’t ignorant to the two beings taking their own pleasure from each other. But you weren’t above stirring the pot so to speak, so tightening your grasp on Hob’s cock, you enveloped Morpheus with your mouth. You took the Endless as deep as you could, forcing back the gags to hear the blissful deep moans and Hob’s soft cursing.

“You little devil!” Hob cursed you after ripping his mouth from Morpheus. They knew you had done that on purpose, and you giggled, the deep vibrations within your throat torturing the Endless with ecstasy.

“Y/N,” Morpheus spoke out darkly, his eyes flash. “Behave,” Fuck that. You sucked hard, easing your tongue along the length of Morpheus’ cock while stroking Hob at a faster pace. In return Morpheus sharply yanked on the strands within his grasp, both in ecstasy and warning for such cheek. “You test our limits, little one.”

You didn’t care, you were giving in to your intimate desires, tasting and feeling what you had dreamed about, lavishing what you had hungered for. The pain in your scalp would never be bad enough for you to ease your actions. But both beings were trembling under your grasp and mouth, and refused to find release anywhere but within you. So Morpheus put an end to your fun.

The Endless was ripping you off him in seconds, hands claiming your waist and pulling you up so you were straddling his throbbing and quivering cock, feeling just how worked up you made him. Hob brushed his lower lip with his thumb before lounging beside Morpheus, awaiting for what would come next. It would entirely be your decision.

“You interrupted my fun,” You stated, nostrils flaring as you glared at the Endless you were perched on. Morpheus was unperturbed by your sharp words and stroked your thigh.

“Beloved, there is something we wish to discuss with you before either of us find our pleasure.” Morpheus told you while Hob traced your thigh absentmindedly. You looked between them with a blank look, confused by the sudden seriousness.

“And that is…?”

“We both want to be in you when we come,” Hob chipped in, wondering if you were going to refuse. Your brain short circuited for a moment… they wanted to come in you… at the same time? That would only be possible if one of them took you in your ass. You quivered in place, slightly afraid of being hurt. You’d heard enough from your friends to know that if not done correctly, anal could hurt like a bitch and cause bleeding.

“I— I’ve never done…” You looked between them nervously. “It’s not that I’m opposed per se… but what if— what if you hurt me? I mean doesn’t that require a lot of prep and other stuff…” You trailed off the moment you caught Morpheus’ insulted look.

“You believe we would ever hurt you, beloved?” Morpheus questioned severely, deeply insulted that you would think such a thing from the beings that loved you most dearly. You flushed in place and curled your fingers into Morpheus’ chest.

“Well I don’t know,” You hoarsely snapped at him. “I’ve never tried it and my friends have had plenty to say about it! I don’t want to be bleeding out of my ass for days!” You were being moved once more, this time finding yourself perched onto of Hob’s warm body while Morpheus draped his body against your back, his lips brushing your ear.

“I would never cause such harm to you, beloved,” He whispered into your ear. “But we will not touch you if you do not wish for it.”

Staring into Hob’s reassuring and soft brown eyes, you internally sighed and found the courage to have them both. Placing your palm in the center of Hob’s chest, you raised your other to stroke Morpheus’ jaw.

“Please be gentle,” You quietly murmured, placing your trust in the being that you had fallen head over heels for.

“Always,” Morpheus softly spoke in your ear, his lips tickling you. Hob stroked your thighs gently.

“One word, love, that’s all you have to say to stop, okay?” Hob reassured you. You blinked at him and faintly smiled.

“I do trust you both, I’ve just— I’ve never tired it before and I do not want to be waddling around for a week because I broke my ass having sex.” You replied, wiggling you hips against Hob’s painful erection, he groaned and you giggled.

“I thought I told you to behave,” Morpheus warned, nipping your neck with a purr. Burying a hand in his hair, you twisted your head just enough to look at him with a smirk.

“I’ll behave when I so wish,” At your sassing words, Morpheus placed his hand against your back and pushed you forward so you had to use your forearms to catch yourself from face planting on Hob. Your faces were almost touching. Heat bloomed beneath your cheeks, heat that the immortal could feel. He liked that. With a smile on his lips, Hob cradled your face and pulled your mouth to his. He kissed you sweetly, distractingly, as his other hand grasped his aching cock and guided it to your soaked cunt.

A shudder went through you the moment he slid back into your body, a soft and subtle whine slipping free. Hob nipped at your lips, placing a hand on your hip and stroking your flesh. You sighed and brushed your fingers through Hob’s brown locks, shivering only lightly when Morpheus’ lips met your back. The endless continued to kiss your flesh while letting his power bloom. Ghost touches caressed your body, soothing your muscles and drawing you into a relaxed state. You didn’t know where that touch came from, Morpheus power most likely, but you did like the feeling.

It wrapped around your body, caressing you and slowly making its way across the curve of your ass. Your lips separated from Hob’s the moment that ghost caress slipped its way through your ass cheeks to caress your untouched ass. You straightened up enough to bump into Morpheus’ embrace. Both men halted their touch upon your body immediately, adhering to their absolute promise of stopping should you utter even a single syllable.

You were yet to be opposed, but the sensation was unlike anything you’d felt before and made a heightened tremor spark the nerves in your body. Fingers curling around black and brown hair, you dragged your fingers through Hob’s scalp while leaning your cheek into Morpheus’ head. The endless kissed your temple while the immortal pressed his lips to your forearm. You were soon feeling nothing but bliss, gently rocking on Hob’s cock while your virgin ass was coaxed into relaxation. Morpheus returned his mouth to your neck and gently placed kiss after kiss upon your flesh. Then he trickled his fingers down your side, enjoying the way you reacted, and gently caressed the curve of your behind.

“Do you enjoy having us wrapped around your finger, beloved?” Morpheus questioned silkily, drawing blood to the surface of your skin to leave a physical reminder of his ardor. Parting your lips to give a reply, you found yourself choking on your words as fingers delved into your untouched hole. You momentarily tightened your grasp in panic, expecting to feel pain from such a seemingly sudden stretch… but it never occurred. “I do not seek to harm or cause you pain.” The Endless reassured you. You let out the breath you had unconsciously been holding.

“Shouldn’t this be taking longer?” You softly aired, mind thinking back to your friends horror stories about how long it took just to take a small toy. Morpheus chuckled while Hob raised an eyebrow.

“Not when you have him, love,”Hob purred from beneath you, thoroughly enjoying just the feel of your hot and velvet walls wrapped around his cock. You didn’t even have to be moving or riding him for the immortal to experience pleasure. Eyes dropping to Hob, you arched an eyebrow at him.

“Have you two been having fun without me?” You accused, Hob smirked and Morpheus pushed his fingers further into your body while sinking his teeth into your neck. You made a noise in the back of your throat and sharply pulled on Morpheus’ hair. He was unfazed, greatly enjoying his quest to mark your physical being.

“I’m over six hundred years and he’s an Endless, love, we’ve been around the block,” Hob teased you, a merciless twinkle in his eye. You wanted to growl at the pair clearly enjoying teasing you as such, but at the same time you just wanted Morpheus in you already so you could have precious intimacy with the two that mattered most to you. Nothing else would have you closer to them, than having them both being inside you at the same time.

“Do you wish to continue?” Morpheus questioned, his cool body draping along your body until you were truly sandwiched between hot and cold. Turning your head, you looked into Morpheus’ eyes. The blue held several shimmering stars that burned brighter than Sirius.

“Haven’t said stop yet, have I?” You softly whispered, pulling your fingers free from midnight strands to caress his face. Morpheus took your face in hand and pulled your lips to his for a ravenous kiss, for what mortal could ever be as beautiful as you? So while the Endless kept you distracted and relaxed with mouth and power, he slowly guided his cock between your cheeks to press against your ass. You were surprised to feel a coolness surround your hole, but when you felt pressure and Morpheus easing into you, you let out a slow, drawn out moan.

You’d never felt so full before. Not once. Then again you’d never had a cock in your cunt and a cock in your ass at the same time. You shuddered and leaned back into Morpheus while slipping a hand to Hob’s chest, your fingertips pressing down. The immortal took your hand in his, leaving his other resting on your thigh. He’d let you squeeze his hand as hard as you wanted to, you sure had a hard grasp now. But as Morpheus sank deeper and deeper into your body, his arms wrapping around your body, you never once felt uncomfortable.

Morpheus was entirely buried in your ass, holding onto your body delicately as he pushed back his desires to ruthlessly rut into your heavenly being. Over your shoulder, his sharp blue eyes met Hob’s intense brown ones. They both revered you, loved you, adored you, felt for you with their entirety… and now they were having you.

Hob started first, bucking his hips upwards, testing the waters with how much you were going to tolerate… he wasn’t expecting you to air out a mouthwatering, breathy, moan that afflicted the Endless to the point where all who dreamed this night would feel a rush of pleasure. Oh yes, they were far from hurting you, and you made that apparent when you wiggled your hips in an effort to get more friction. With a roll of your waist, you pushed down and outwards, enjoying the way your body stretched while being stimulated. Soon the bedroom was filled with soft moans and grunts as the two beings made love to you.

You clutched both of them, holding Hob’s hand tightly while grasping one of Morpheus’ arms around your waist. The muscles in your lower body were working overtime, extending and contracting while your nerves fired in waves of pleasure. Surely you were going to lose stamina all too quickly… But as minutes slipped by and muscles gave up, Hob and Morpheus took over. All you had to do was think about the excruciating pleasure that was rippling throughout your body.

You certainly wouldn’t last long, not with Morpheus thrusting his cock into you and fingers toying with your clit, not with Hob making sure that he went as deep as possible every time your hips rose and fell. Head falling onto Morpheus’ shoulder, you rasped for oxygen in between whines, legs beginning to tremble in anticipation for a third orgasm. Morpheus could feel you attempting to fight off the ecstasy, trying to extend the pleasure for both you and the men. The hand he was pressed against your stomach slipped up to your throat and he pressed his lips against your jaw, feeling your pulse race.

“Do not hold back, beloved,” He growled, feeling angered that you would so selflessly put your own pleasure aside for theirs. You had already abstained from their love long enough, that ended now. “Relent to your pleasure, allow the visceral ecstasy to consume you so that you may truly feel the ardor of our beings.”

The shaking in your body had made it to your upper body as well, exacerbating the sensations Morpheus and Hob were feeling. Oh you were so close. Your whimpers and violent shaking were plenty of evidence. They just had to coax you into letting go. Glossy eyes staring at the ceiling, your chest ached from breathing so hard and stars were beginning to bloom within your eyes. Your body burned and you ultimately bowed to pleasure.

Coming in quivering waves, you held onto your lovers in a white knuckled hold, body gripping the cocks deep within you. Hob grunted, his eyes staring at you with such proudness as you fell apart, liquid heat flooding from your body and smearing the base of both cocks. Morpheus continued to support you as you went slack, close to his own pleasure. Hob gave his Endless lover a gloating look, for it was always a running challenge on who could outlast the other. They liked to prolong their brief and coveted intimate moments. Yet right now it was clear that you were at your limit, barely holding on. They wouldn’t be so cruel to you, not now. Hob came first, having been tortured already by your divine cunt. He took pleasure in filling you with his seed in a primal claiming, finally sating years of longing. Morpheus was not that far behind. His hips faltered in their firm thrusts against your ass, and with one last far gentler thrust, he found his release.

You were a moaning mess, wobbling in place and only held up by Morpheus’ embrace. Hands stroked your skin, but you were too far gone to figure out who was responsible for the delightful strokes. It didn’t really matter in the end. Bodies shifted and sated sigh departed your lips as they slipped from your body, carefully maneuvering you onto your side and laying on either side of you. Lazily blinking your eyes back open while feeling liquid seeping from your cut, you momentarily wondered if Morpheus’ seed would remain in your body. Fuck, that was kind of hot. You groggily stared at Hob.

“You didn’t break `ma ass, but I lost `ma legs,” You mumbled as an arms slipped over your waist and Morpheus pressed himself to your back once more. He then buried his face into your neck while sliding his fingers through your own.

“I’m sure you will find them come morning,” The Endless murmured to your, placing a few more kisses against your marked neck for good measure. Hob leaned over and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Get some rest, love, you’ve had an exciting day.” That was the understatement of the century. It wasn’t every day you graduated from a PhD program and then slept with the two beings you had crushed on for the longest time, every day. So you softly huffed in agreement before closing your eyes and slipping to sleep. It felt rather nice to be sandwiched between Hob and Morpheus.

Date Published: 7/29/23

Last Edit: 7/29/23

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