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queen-of-midnights · 2 years

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1

"Alone again"

My dreams have always been something else entirely, as some may say, that you cannot dream of someone you haven't met before, and yet, those exact beings haunt my more quiet nights. One night I see violet eyes, ones that look mischievous yet are full of warmth, who is one of my favorites, as he is always present with my sister. Whom I miss terribly, so I try to get every scrap of her whenever I can, trying not to let her abrupt absence hurt me, yet I still remain unsuccessful. Sometimes while I look at them being happy, hearing her laughter and sometimes even the song she used to sing to me when we were children. I can still see her, in the old cottage, on the floor with me, singing loudly until Nesta barged in only to tell us to be more quiet.

I sigh as I get up to look outside, hugging myself in an attempt to find some comfort. The sun shines even more brightly than yesterday, the rich tones of the sun reminding me of two pairs of amber eyes that come, that give a sort of brotherly comfort, somehow. They seemed warm. Then there was a pair of silver. Those I can not say if they were dreams or nightmares as I find myself getting chills any time I would stare directly at them. They felt, she felt , like death incarnate. Yet felt terribly familiar.

I shook my head as I heard a soft knock on my door. "Come in." I said before turning around only to find Nesta entering, closing the door with a click.

"Good morning, Nes." I smiled brightly as I greeted her, she gave a nod back before I continued "May I help you?"

She simply nodded as she made her way to my bed, taking a seat and motioning for me to join her.

"How have you slept? Any nightmares?" She still had her usual stony face but I believe I saw a mirage of worry behind them. I shifted as I sighed.

"Not today, but I sometimes feel it, feel them, as if they truly existed. As if they were indeed..alive." Only the thought gives me shivers, the metallic smell of red coming out of nowhere.

"You know that it is impossible." I nodded as I tried to keep my breaths even, I need not worry anyone today. "You have to stay strong, it'll pass." She put one of her hands on my shoulder in a comforting manner, still keeping a mask of iron close to her, I still attempt to see through the cracks after all these years.

"I know, but that red-headed woman is simply..terrifying does not even compare. She feels worse than decay, worse than falling, not bad, but pure evil." Nesta hummed as she moved away to prepare me a cup of tea, which she handed me only seconds later. "Thank you."

"Look-" Her visage slightly frowned, I am wondering what she wishes to say, but the words die in her throat as I hear Elain's loud scream outside."Feyre!"

My whole body locked in its place, the joints so tight that they started to hurt as I tried to process her words as her name echoed in my head: Feyre, Feyre, Feyre.

Nesta takes me by the hand and gently guides me to the hall, to assess the situation. But with every step, my breaths become heavier and heavier. And as we approach, I am finally met with the figure of my older sister, as I feel stiff once again, so shocked that I barely registered Nesta's quiet gasp. I tried to take a step, but my breaths felt short and my heart beat so wildly that my vision became spotty and I fell into complete darkness.

My head hurts terribly as I start hearing some muffled voices, which start becoming more and more clear by each second, as not only my hearing, but my memory also becomes better. And then I hear her voice, the one that I have waited to hear for months. "How am I in the wrong here?" She sounded annoyed yet saddened.

"Because, we both suspected the fact that you lied, Feyre. Which wouldn't be so bad, but she felt it. She fell sick for a month when you left, suffered enormously, and dreams of a certain golden beast with green eyes, rings any bells?" I heard a gasp before an impact on the ground. The sudden noise was enough to jolt me awake, gasping for air. Both Nesta and Feyre got up from the table as soon as they saw me awake. Was I dreaming that part of the conversation? I think not. That means-

"Feyre…you lied?"I turn to look at her, I have always had quite the skill of telling if others lie. It just gives me a certain feeling, one I can not point out. She opened her eyes wide, most probably not expecting me to be so straight forward, but this may be my only chance to find out the truth. I had to take it. She only averted her eyes and muttered the smallest "yes" I've ever heard. After a moment of reflection she finally met our gaze, more confident than the last as she said " We need to talk."

And then, Elain burst in the room, looking terrified as she joined me by my bedside. Breathing a 'thank goodness' before starting to dote on me as Feyre got up to close the door to my room. "Let's talk."

To be frank, I was not expecting this, not at all. A Fae Prince that took her away, same one that has been haunting me in my sleep, leaving me with full nighters as I couldn't escape those green eyes that were different than she described them, not full of kindness and love, but pure, wild and uncontrollable rage. That our riches came from him, and her coming back was also a courtesy of his.

"There is no way that we are living off of a wretched beasts-" Nesta protested, her face reddened by all the anger she tried to contain while Feyre told us her story, trembling with rage, however, our sister bit back as she replied defensively "Do not talk about him that way Nesta, you don't even know him." She sounded so sure that I was afraid to even mention the fact that her newfound lover has been torturing me for the last months.

"And you are starting to sound even worse than those children of the blessed. And how about Sienna's nightmares then? She had them even before we had our suspicions. Or are you too blinded by that monster's-" And then, Feyre exploded.

"Who cares about some dreams?! He is out there risking his life while I am here. I shouldn't be here. I should be there. Damn it." She then burst out crying, sobbing uncontrollably as Elain jumped to hug her back, sobbing and crying with her. Somehow their sadness feels worse than a heartbreak as I then take both of them in my arms as I played with their hair until they calmed down. Another occurrence that usually happened when we had bigger arguments, and I can finally see the whole image, of us little and on our small bed, huddled together as the girls cried in my arms all the same, when Nesta finally laid her head on my shoulder, the only time she had allowed herself to feel some emotion, when the others were occupied with their own heavy hearts. I always helped them through hard times. I loved that I could do that, at least.

As everyone calmed down and went about their own business I saw Feyre go off with Elain , and Nesta went to, probably, let off some steam. So I decided to also consult my own itinerary for today.

I haven't felt the rest of the day go by as I tried to keep myself occupied, to try to keep my emotions at bay. But still, every time that day that I saw bright red or green the same shiver went down my spine. By that time, I was certain. I had to warn Feyre about him. Or she will suffer because of him, and that fae female. They are always a dark cloud or an obstacle that turns my dreams of her into a nightmare.

At dinner time, I went to check on our staff when I only found Nesta fast asleep next to a bottle of wine. I tried to wake her up as gently as possible. "Nes, please wake up. You know I can't carry you to your room." She just groaned and stood up, before placing an arm around my shoulder for support, as I took it to stabilize her. "I dismissed the staff. Too many fae discussions for listening ears." I hummed as we reached the stairs, with her holding onto me fully. "I'll whip something up for our sisters, then."

She said nothing as we reached the top, however, when we reached her door, she turned around and said, quietly "She doesn't belong here anymore. You need to accept it or you'll end up heartbroken again." She now had much bigger cracks in her perfected façade that made it more visible that she was tired, so incredibly tired.

"I wish I could guarantee it, sister. Goodnight. " I turned on my heels before making my way through the kitchen, preparing something simple yet tasty, I believe. One could never go wrong with pasta, after all. Twenty minutes later, I heard the girls coming in, giggling, which brought a small smile on my face. As I took each of our own portions to the dining room.

"You were talking about that female, who you have heard atrocities about?" Elain asked while digging into her plate, she has been encouraging my cooking from day one, sweet Elain.

"Yes. Amarantha. "That name… the red-head. She is real she is real she is-

"Sienna?" Feyre raised an eyebrow while looking worried at me, same as Elain, their attention now fully focused on me, it was now or never.

"I've dreamt of her, Feyre. Of her and…Tamlin. " At that her whole face paled, as she started getting agitated, maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

"Tell me everything Sienna, please." In a couple of seconds she crumbled completely yet again, but looked determined. To what? I have no idea. But still, I agreed and told her every single one of my nightmares, but when I asked about the violet eyed man she simply shrugged her shoulders, concealing her opinion on him. By the time I told her of every way they tormented me in my sleep, I finished with a warning. "If you ever hear the name Amarantha again, or of a blood red-haired woman, please, do not go near her or them, for that matter."

However, her reply left me speechless as my blood boiled. "That is exactly what I will do, when I find out more about what happened." I can never say that I felt angry, until now, but maybe angry wasn't the right word. I felt frustrated and worried for her, so I replied. "And do what, exactly? You'll be a human, weak and fragile, breakable, on a freaking continent of fairies, ones who wish us harm, no doubt."

"But I have to do something! At least I will know that I gave it my all." She looked determined, but I couldn't let her do this to herself.

"It'll kill you, Feyre." That she dismissed, shaking her head while continuing on with her determination.

"I'll get through somehow, all I had to say was that I love him, but I wasn't able to. I owe it to him to at least try." That made me look at her for a good minute. Owe him? No one who says that they are in love should ever owe each other anything other than respect, love and care. Ever.

"You do not owe him anything, do you even know his true intentions?"

"Of course I do. He loves me, that's why he let me go." Her reply was always the same, but somehow, the one note of her voice when she says this, makes me think that she's mainly trying to convince herself, not me.

"At least promise me you will find the violet eyed man." At that she froze, eyes wide and full of something similar to panic, however I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"No." She looks upset now, I wonder why.

"Feyre." I tried to sound authoritative, but I don't know if I succeeded.

"Are you sure Tamlin is the High Lord the Suriel was talking about?" That hit a nerve for her.

"Why-?" Her voice cracked slightly, but I can't back out now.

"There are six other courts for a reason." And that was the cherry on top.

"You know what? I'm done." She wiped her hands and left the dining room, the atmosphere got heavier, and Elain slipped out of the room with a quiet 'goodnight '. I groaned as I got up from the table, cleared it out and returned it to the kitchen, from where I snatched Nesta's unfinished bottle of wine, a glass and rushed straight for my room. I messed up yet again. I poured myself some of the wine left as I tried to think about anything else to no avail. I could've been more firm in my point, Gods I wish I would've. At least I knew it would ensure her safety. Or maybe I'm imagining things. As my thoughts spiraled I got another glass and a half and finished the bottle, slumber taking me right after finishing, in my chaise.

The next morning, when I went to her room, she was nowhere to be found, and when I spotted Nesta and questioned her about Feyre's whereabouts, she looked at me with a grim expression as she asked me quietly, the words carried by the wind. "Didn't she tell you? She left."

#acotar #acotar imagine #acotar x oc #elain kingslayer #nesta archeron #feyre cursebreaker #acotar x reader #acotar x you

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hoon-ki · 1 year

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Hey, I hope you’re doing good <3 I wanted to ask if you could write something about Jake having a crush on another idol and how he feels and would confess to them? Thank you!!

JAKE SIM ; 심재윤

requested : yes! thank you for requesting! i wasn’t sure if you wanted a headcannon type thing or a scenario, so i’m just writing a scenario. let me know if you wanted a headcannon instead and i can redo this!

genre : fluff, crack

pairing : jake sim x idol!reader, featuring lsrfm

warnings : n/a besides cursing

Having a crush, in Jake’s opinion, was one of the most amazing yet extremely humbling experiences a human can endure.

Sure, it’s nice having someone to fan over, but that’s before shit hits the fan. Once others find out, endless teasing and futile attempts at matchmaking ensue. That alone makes Jake avoid crushes. Now being an idol, crushes are so much worse because of the stigma around dating.

And, to make matters worse, Jake had a crush on you of all people. His junior within the company.

There were many benefits to that, on one hand: he was able to see you more often in person, “accidental” run-ins were very frequent, and it wasn’t weird of him to know a lot about you. You were company-mates after all.

But with every benefit there must come a downside. With you being his junior, you were much more careful about your idol image than he was. You also refused to break many rules, even when your groupmates would egg you on. Also, all of the members of his group were well aware of his “tiny” crush on you and would purposely try to talk it up with you and your groupmates about him.

Heeseung in particular was horrible. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut when gossiping to your eldest members, Sakura, Chaewon, and Yunjin.

Your groupmates found this absolutely hilarious, especially Yunjin.

So hilarious, in fact, that she and Chaewon decided to corner you in the practice room and taunt you on his behalf.

“Oh, Y/N~!” Chaewon practically sung after you all ran through your most recent comeback, “Anti-Fragile”. Yunjin was trailing behind her, slowly, as they both approached you, now sitting in the corner of the practice room.

“Eunchae! Will you, Kkura, and Kazuha bring back some water for us?” Yunjin called as the three were beginning to leave the room to get some water for themselves.

Once they were gone, Chaewon and Yunjin sat beside you on the floor.

“What do you guys want from me?” You groaned. Those two were never up to any good, and couldn’t be trusted alone.

“Nothing, nothing.” Yunjin claimed, though you did notice the mischievous glint in her eyes, and how she repeated herself, like she always does when she lies.

Chaewon smiled, turning your head to face her. “So, funny thing. HYBE wants us to film a TikTok to “Anti-Fragile” with some senior groups. As the leader, they let me have a say in who’s going where. I’m filming one with TXT’s Yeonjun, Eunchae is filming one with New Jeans’ Haerin, and Yunjin, Kkura and Kazuha are opting out.”

Yunjin nodded.

“What does that have to do with me?” You laughed.

“Well, the managers said you’re with Enhypen. Why not go film one with Jake and Jay? You’re close in age and all foreign line.” Chaewon smiled at Yunjin with a perfectly evil grin. She knew Jay wouldn’t be able to do it today, he was busy with a schedule.

“Now?”

“Why not now? Come on, we’ll help you find him.” Yunjin stood up and grabbed you by the hand.

“I don’t trust you both in the slightest.” Laughing, you let Yunjin hoist you up.

After exiting the practice room, you coincidentally crossed paths with Enhypen’s Jungwon and Ni-Ki, seemingly on their way to their practice room.

“Hey! Jungwon! Have you seen Jake and Jay?” Chaewon turned back and called to the tall boys.

“They should be upstairs in the practice room.” Ni-Ki responded before Jungwon could even say anything, not even turning back to see who asked.

“Thanks! Race you both to the elevator!” Chaewon said.

“I am not using the elevator. Manager said I have to either go on a diet or start exercising way more, and I am not giving up fried chicken that easy.” You let out, heading towards the stairwell as Yunjin and Chaewon reached the elevator.

You were lost in your thoughts as you trudged up the stairwell, not even snapping out of it until someone bumped your shoulder as they practically flew down the steps.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized, stopping to look up at you. His eyes slightly widened when he realized who he’d bumped into, none other than you.

You turned around to face the culprit just to be met with Jake Sim, your senior who you were supposed to film the TikTok with. “Oh, you’re fine. I’m sorry.”

A beat of silence followed.

“Oh, um, so... Your new comeback, huh? Pretty great, isn’t it?” Jake awkwardly stated, his face slowly turning a shade of pink.

“Yeah, I think so. I didn’t know you knew my group, though. Hahah.” You laughed tensely. “Um, about that... My manager said that we’re supposed to be filming a TikTok together. With that song. My song, I mean. Do you mind going to a practice room to learn it, and then we can film it?”

Jake smiled sweetly, “Sure, yeah. That works.”

You beckoned for him to follow you upstairs and you went into the first empty practice room you could find.

Once you entered, you opened Melon and put on your song. Moments later, you smacked yourself on the head. “Oh, shit! Where is Jay, he’s supposed to be in this TikTok.”

“He’s busy today.” Jake laughed. “Just gonna be us, if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, that’s cool.” You looked up at him from your phone to find him already smiling at you fondly. You smiled back, turning up the volume of your song.

“Okay, just wait for the chorus, but what you’re gonna wanna do is this:”

You began to demonstrate the post-chorus to him, the part that would be filmed for millions to see. You wanted this to be perfect.

After about 15 minutes, Jake got the post-chorus memorized and so you two decided to split up to go find a manager.

Roughly thirty seconds later, Yunjin and Chaewon were charging at you full speed and yelling your name. “Y/N! Where have you been?!”

Meanwhile, Jake ran (unintentionally) directly into his own groupmates, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and Ni-Ki.

“So... How are things going with that girlfriend of yours, Jake?” Heeseung teased.

“She’s not my girlfriend... And this is like the only time we’ve ever been able to interact one-on-one, but I think it’s going okay. It’s just slightly difficult to make eye contact.” Jake shrugged, “By the way, have you seen our manager? We need someone to film this TikTok.”

“JAKE!” You yelled from down the hall. “I FOUND A MANAGER! HE’S ALREADY IN THE PRACTICE ROOM! COME ON!”

Jake blushed as he left his groupmates, a trail of “Anti-ti-ti-ti Fragile”s following him from Ni-Ki and Sunghoon.

Once you and he had filmed the TikTok, you prepared to separate ways.

Jake was not about to let that happen, so he conjured up any excuse possible to keep spending time with you.

“Hey, uh, where are you headed after this?” He asked casually after the manager had left the room.

“Probably either the downstairs practice rooms or the Cafeteria, why?” You responded.

Jake sighed, “Mind if I-”

His sentence was cut short by Heeseung, Yunjin, Chaewon, and Sunghoon entering the room. “You two are driving me insane, seriously. Y/N, I caught Jake watching your fancam last night.” Heeseung spewed out. “Jake, Yunjin has told me horror stories of Y/N rooting for you on I-LAND. Please just get over yourselves and, I don’t know, kiss or something! Good God, I cannot wait for you two to finish whatever you’re doing so we can use this practice room.”

Heeseung huffed as he and the others exited the practice room, impatiently waiting for you two to leave.

Silence consumed the room while you and Jake avoided eye contact with one another.

Heeseung knocked on the door, “Any day now would be nice!”

Swallowing your pride, you looked at Jake, who was having a staring competition with the floor currently.

“Is what he said true?”

“Yeah.” Jake sighed again.

“You seriously watched my fancam? So I taught you this dance for the TikTok for nothing?” You feigned being offended.

Jake looked up at you, smiling. “Well, not for nothing. I really liked being able to spend time with you one-on-one. You’re something special, you know that?”

You flushed a bright red. “Let’s just go to the Cafeteria.”

As you both left the practice room, you were met with the notorious four “matchmakers”, who were singing “Anti-Fragile” again quite obnoxiously.

“They’re not gonna let me live that one down.”

a/n : first post after 7 months and it’s a request... who else cheered. jake highkey has negative rizz in this one im ngl sorry jake

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #heeseung #jungwon #ni-ki #sunoo #sunghoon

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dnightshade0 · 15 days

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Voltron: getting drunk

Lance and his wife Elena are at hunks house for a team get together. Shiro, Keith, and pidge are also there. They sit in the living room talking and the conversation became about drinking. They started talking about their experiences getting drunk, how much they can handle and what they drink.

Lance: I swear my wife must not like tequila. Every time she drinks it, she makes the funniest faces lol XD

Hunk: what kind of funny faces?

Lance: she scrunches up her face, closes her eyes and shakes her head as If it was the most disgusting thing she’s ever had. It’s cute hehehe.

Elena huffs at that.

Elena: I don’t think tequila is disgusting! It’s just really strong liquor. I make that face with any hard alcohol I drink. Even saki.

Shiro: really? You make that face with saki?

Shiro smiles in amusement.

Elena: yep. Apparently both Lance and my mom both find my face amusing when I drink hard alcohol.

Pidge: so, what are you like when you’re drunk.

Lance: sleepy.

Hunk: huh?

Lance: she doesn’t act weird or do or say anything crazy, she just gets tired and falls asleep.

Pidge: wow. That’s kinda… boring.

Hunk: so in other words, Elena is no fun when she gets drunk?

Lance: yep.

Elena smiles and side-glances at Lance.

Elena: lance on the other hand…

Keith: what’s Lance like?

Keith asks, smiles, getting very intrigued.

Elena: Lance gets silly. Silly, cuddly and falls into default Spanish. He snuggles up to me and starts flirting with me in Spanish. Calling me “me amore” and saying stuff like “Eres el amor de mi vida” which means “You're the love of my life”. And all kinds of romantic stuff like that.

She says fondly, leaning up against Lance.

Shiro: aww, that’s so sweet.

Then shiro looks at the clock. Realizing the take out they ordered must be ready by now.

Shiro: oh! The food should be ready. I’m going to go pick it up. Anyone want to come with me?

Lance: I’ll go!

Lance and shiro get up and leave to go get the food. When they are gone, Elena turns to the others, grinning mischievously.

Elena: wanna know what else Lance does when he’s drunk?

Pidge grins and leans in.

Pidge: oooh what? >:D

Elena: he’s also easy to trick.

Keith: what do you mean?

Elena: it is super easy to trick Lance into doing things he wouldn’t normally do. Like this one time, he was so drunk, he said he would literally do anything I wanted. He said “anything you want, I’ll do it. Just for you babe!”. I was like “anything?” And he goes “anything! Just you name it!” So I get this idea and asked him to put on a kilt for me And he did!

Pidge: no way!

Hunk: he did that? He actually put on a kilt?!

Elena: yep.

Pidge: oh man, please tell me you got a picture of that! That would be so funny to see. lol

Elena: I did.

she says holding up her phone.

Pidge: oh! Let me see!

Pidge makes grabby hands for the phone but Elena holds it out of her reach.

Elena: nope, sorry. These pics are for my eyes only.

Pidge: aww! Come on!

Elena: nope. Besides, I don’t think you’d want to see them anyway. He’s literally wearing nothing but the kilt.

Pidge: … oh…

Elena: he also flashed the camera at one point.

Hunk: …yeah, I definitely don’t want to see that.

Keith: me neither. I think I’d want to wash my eyes out with bleach if I did.

Hunk: so he’s ok with you having those pics on your phone?

Elena: actually, he was so drunk, he doesn’t even remember that he posed for those shots.

Pidge: pfft! No way!

Elena: and I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell him about um. I always wanted pictures of my husband in a kilt and this was the only way I could get em. If he found out, he’d try to take my phone and delete em. Also don’t tell anyone else, I don’t want it to somehow get back to lance.

Pidge then gets an evil gleam in her eyes.

Pidge: what’s in it for us?

Elena: (sigh) what do you want?

Pidge: I want to borrow your copy of the kill bot phantasm 26! I know you managed to get ahold of a copy!

Elena blinked and rolled her eyes.

Elena: alright fine. What about you hunk?

hunk mulls it over.

Hunk: your recipe for eclair cake.

Elena: ok. And what about you Keith?

Keith: I don’t want anything except for Lance to admit he remembers the bonding moment.

Elena: done. Though I might have to get Lance drunk again for that one.

A few minutes later, shiro and Lance return with the food.

Shiro: hay guys, we’re back! Anything interesting happen while we were gone?

Elena: nope.

Pidge: nah ah

Hunk: no

Keith: not a thing.

They all start heading to the kitchen and Elena pipes up.

Elena: hay lance. You up for a drinking game after dinner?

Lance: a drinking game?

Elena: yeah, I bet you 10 bucks you can’t out drink Keith.

Lance: pfft! Please, I can out drink Keith any day of the week!

Elena: alright then, it’s settled. Lance and Keith will have a drinking game after dinner. Who ever drinks the most shots of tequila wins.

Everyone heads to the kitchen, but Keith pulls Elena back and whispers.

Keith: what are you doing! You know I can’t hold that much liquor!

Elena: you wanted to get lance to admit he remembered the bonding moment. This is your chance. Relax, I got it all planned out, I’ll have two bottles, one for each of you, but yours will be filled with water. All you gotta do is drink like normal until Lance is drunk enough, then you can ask him about the bonding moment.

So later on after dinner, they have their little drinking game. As Elena said, she had one bottle full of tequila and the other was full of plain water. She filled the shot glasses and both guys drank their shots. After the fifth shot, Lance started feeling the effects. After the seventh shot, he started to feel warm. After the tenth shot, he was getting wobbly.

Lance: *hic* you still going Keith?

Keith: yep… you?

Lance: HA! I’m going so strong that I’m kickin this tequila’s ass!

Keith is wondering if Lance is drunk enough yet and gives Elena a questioning look.

To which, she looks over at Lance.

Elena: hay sweetie, how pretty am I?

Lance: babe, Eres más hermosa que Angelina Jolie.

Elena smirks and gives Keith a nod. Keith grins back then looks at Lance.

Keith: hay lance, I got a question and I want you to answer honestly.

Lance: mmhm.

Keith: do you remember the bonding moment?

Lance smiles, giggles and says.

Lance: No sólo recuerdo el momento de unión, también recuerdo el momento en que pusiste un ratón muerto en el sombrero del comandante Iverson.

Everyone: …….

Keith: …uh

Elena: Quiznak! I didn’t think this through!

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for those of you who were wondering what Lance said at the end.

He said “not only do I remember the bonding moment, I also remember the time you put a dead mouse in commander iverson's hat.”

Also his response to Elena asking how pretty she was is “you are more beautiful then Angelina Jolie.”

I came up with this idea while coming home from grocery shopping with my mom. We were talking in the car about drinking and mom brought up my inability to keep a straight face while drinking hard liquor. Yeah, I can’t help that hard alcohol is so damn strong.

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yoonpobs · 3 years

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Unmm request: it's always jk whos fucking around so....... how about we make a difference... fuckgirl!yn x shy!jk 👀👀 thank u in advance!!! ❤️

NOW ... the tables have most definitely turned ... if bbgt oc and jk switched lives but tbh oc here is still devilishly sweet so >:) i saw this ask and was like TIME TO BRING CHAOS

pairing: shy!jk x fuckgirl!oc

genre: SMUT

warnings: cock worship, oc calls jk pretty, slobber

words: 1, 648

Jungkook’s done a lot of impulsive things in his life. Like the one time, he bought five hundred dollars worth of in-game money purely because he was running on red bull and pulled two consecutive all-nighters for a game tournament Taehyung roped him into, or maybe even switching up his major because it didn’t feel interesting to him anymore; Jungkook’s an impulsive person.

But he’d like to think that he was reasonably impulsive, acting on his human nature rather than out of it. Though, right now he can’t say he believes himself either.

“How does it feel?” You coo, voice like a sin when you lean forward and Jungkook can’t look anywhere but at your tits. He wants to look up but then he’ll see your face and that’s no better for his muddled mind.

“G-Good,” He croaks, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head when he feels the slow drag of your pussy across his cock.

God, he’s never been so hard in his entire life. Not even in his secret masturbation sessions when he was forced to room with Taehyung in the first semester of college and had to listen to him and his girlfriend fuck until the wee hours of the morning. Because you were sin personified, all his desires manifested into a human being and staring him right in the face; awaiting him to pathetically give in.

“Just good?” you pout teasingly. Your hand reaches back to cup his balls in your palm and they’re hot and heavy when you squeeze, evoking a tight groan from Jungkook’s chest. He was so sweaty, chest heaving as he attempts to clear his head. He wasn’t even in your pussy yet and yet he feels himself on the brink of release. “That’s not right. Want it to be great,” You smile, and Jungkook swears he sees the devil horns appear by your head.

“F-Fuck—it’s—great,” Jungkook literally whines, hips bucking up to meet your hands as they squeeze his balls in tandem with the way you grind against his cock. He can feel each firm and slow drag of your cunt, the wetness that seeps through your folds leak out of your hole and wholly glazes his cock. His mind is fuzzy and he can only think of how hot and wet you’d feel.

You grind faster like a woman on a mission and all Jungkook can do is moan breathily, hands shakily gripping your hips tightly; so tempted to slip into your hot cavern.

Jungkook never even dared to dream about having you this way. He’s heard about you, of course, he had. You were the girl everyone wanted to be with or be. He’s heard stories about how your pussy was magical, and how you were the devil reincarnate; that every person who had the liberty of coming across you only drowned in your essence and got hooked onto the feeling of euphoria when you sent them over the edge.

You were perfect, in Jungkook’s eyes. You were so pretty and he wanted to call you a bitch but you weren’t even mean. You were so nice, so crazily good with your hips that his judgment may have been a little clouded. He didn’t expect the night to end this way, with your sex-crazed eyes peering down at him—and only for him to see at this moment.

“You’re so pretty, do you know that?” you hum, raking your other hand down his chest to tweak a nipple between your fingertips. He can feel you giggle when you hear him gasp at your gesture.

“N-No,” he exhales a deep breath of air when you lift your hips for him to see the flimsy strings of arousal that connect his cock to your folds. You’re so lewd, especially when you spread your lips to show your swollen pearl, hard and ready for attention.

You crawl over him, and it’s like a predator approaching a prey when your face rests right above his face, “You are. Prettiest boy. So cute. I would’ve never thought a boy like you had a cock so big.” To emphasise your point, your hand wraps around his length, squeezing hard enough in a way that Jungkook loves, and it only proves his point that you’re an absolute goddess.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut when you speed up your hands, and he wished he could see the way you were staring at him with a mischievous smirk.

“Faster? Harder?” you tease.

“Yes—no—wait, f-fuck, please,” Jungkook doesn’t even know what he’s pleading for but he feels his stomach clench rhythmically as his high approaches. When he opens his eyes, he almost regrets it because you’re so close and your hair is brushing against the peaks of his nipple. Your lips are swollen from the previous make-out session he was subjected to and he misses your mouth just by being reminded of it.

“So pretty,” you croon, pressing a kiss to his lips that’s so much softer compared to the way that your hands work aggressively on his cock, “So dirty.” You purr, pulling away with a smack of your lips.

He shakes his head, whining, “N-Not dirty,” Though he knows it’s a lie because he lets you have your way with him, completely at mercy by your hands.

You giggle, light and evil that Jungkook feels his cock throb even harder in your hand. You were a dream and there was no way that you were real,

“But you are,” you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, releasing it with a pop before you trail downwards, mouth hot on his skin until you reach his cock. His cock twitches in your hand in interest, especially when you allow a dollop of saliva to drop onto the tip, coating his length as he groans at the visual when he allows himself to look. “Only dirty boys let girls like me do this to them.” You sigh dreamily.

Jungkook’s mind is a mess of muddled thoughts that he can’t even muster a response, especially when you take his cock into the back of your throat like a pro, slobbering spit all over it without a care of how lewd it looks or sounds. In fact, Jungkook thanks the heavens above because he’s seconds away from cumming down your throat.

“I-I’m cumming—” he chokes.

You stare up at him with those bedroom eyes and Jungkook feels dizzy, his hand reaches to the back of your head as you bob your head faster around his cock, deepthroating him all the way until all he feels is the depth of your hot throat.

The visual and the auditory aspects of your slobber are what sends Jungkook over the edge. He cums with a loud moan, hips bucking up manically until he practically shoves his cock as far as he can down your throat. He doesn’t know where to look but he catches sight of the tears that threaten to spill out of your eyes and the spit that accumulates at the side of your mouth.

He cums so much and you take it all, mouth welcoming every spurt of his hot seed and Jungkook feels like he’s on cloud nine. Your tongue teases his slit to oversensitivity, and he winces at the way you continuously lap through his release, never relenting even when he whines and your eager mouth away from his flattening cock.

As Jungkook regains his breath as he blinks up at the ceiling, his head clearing up from his horny daze, his eyes droop to see your face and you do the next most obscene thing that has his flaccid cock jumping in interest.

You open your mouth to show him the cum he’s released, and swallow, making a show to moan.

Jungkook stares at you in awe, and he’s about to offer to reciprocate even if he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, but you push yourself off his lap and lean down to give him a messy kiss. He can taste himself but he can’t bring himself to care when you just made him cum harder than he’s ever done in his entire life.

“W-What about—?” Jungkook stutters, but you only shoot him a smile he’s sure gotten you out of trouble enough times.

“It’s okay. I liked sucking your cock,” you reach a hand down in between your legs, swirling your clit for good measure as your thighs twitch and Jungkook can only watch with a gaping mouth. You collect your essence with your fingers and spread the digits to show your strings of arousal, all before you bring it up to his lips, “Open wide, pretty boy.”

And all Jungkook can do is obey, sucking in your fingers as he whines at the heady taste of your pussy.

When you pull away and your body heat leaves him, Jungkook only then manages to shakily sit up; noticing the way you’re quick to slip on your panties and the clothes that were thrown in a haze.

He’s completely bare while you’re already picking up the last of your things as he stares at you with wide eyes. But his mind is still in his post-orgasm stupor when he hesitantly asks with reddened cheeks and a shy voice.

“C-Can I … c-can I get your number?” he asks as he attempts to hold eye contact with you.

You’re sweet and evil all at once, and you give him a flirty smile with a light giggle before you glance into the mirror as you use your thumb to fix the edges of your lipstick that was smeared all across your face.

“Ask around,” you wink at him, “Pretty sure Taehyung has it.”

Then you leave, and Jungkook’s face drops just a little. But God, were you perfect.

#jungkook #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #NASTY #jk is pussy whipped #jungkook x oc #bts #jeon jungkook #shy!jk

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chockfullofsecrets · 3 years

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"If I'm not careful I'm gonna end up writing content for a character who literally never appears in 141 episodes"

I mean, you are more than welcome to. In fact, we will gratefully encourage this.

you encourage chock? you encourage chock like the author? oh! oh! tk fic for anon! tk fic for anon for Two Thousand Words!

(also, heads up that i am moving next week! have been working on Importance of Timing when i can, but the first chapter probably won't be here for another two weeks at least.)

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Verin Thelyss, Essek knows, is a seasoned battle commander and strategist.

He’s also in possession of the instinct to tackle people when he’s excited, so Essek is well aware that it’s only those decades of training and experience that have his little brother pausing for the briefest instant as Caleb and Jester teleport him into the hold of the Nein Heroez before he launches himself at Essek in a dead run.

Veth and Caduceus are at their respective homes, Kingsley watching over the ship, but he is far from alone - Yasha and Fjord each have a supportive hand on his shoulder, a silent assurance from the tense minutes waiting for their friends to return from Bazzoxan. They swear in unison and scramble for their weapons as Verin screeches to a halt just shy of shunting Essek straight though the hull and yanks him into a rib-crushing hug.

He burrows into the junction of Essek’s neck and shoulder, made possible only by virtue of the activated floating spell that puts the coiffed swoop of his hair a full inch above Verin’s. “Thank the fucking Light, you’re not actually dead.”

“What the fuck, he’s like a swearing puppy,” Beau hisses. There’s a soft thwap as Fjord gently smacks her across the back of the head.

Essek is feeling out the edges of friendly intimacy, still, stumbling through every brush of fingers and shared look of exasperation, but even he does not need Jester’s frantic gesturing to prompt him to lift his arms and awkwardly wrap them around Verin’s shoulders.

It’s like wrapping a single thread of silk around one of Yasha’s biceps. Clearly he is not built for comforting.

Verin stiffens with a single sharp twitch of his ear against Essek’s collarbone . Essek’s thoughts flail wildly between an expectation of tears or a dagger to his ribs, but his brother just laughs, loud and hearty, and snuggles even further into his personal space. “I see someone’s finally taught you how to hug back - you should have written and told me, this is better news than any number of pages on den politics.”

Essek bristles. “Careful, or I will stop,” he huffs, somewhat more waspishly than he intends to.

Luckily, Verin has proven immune to his moods. “Oh, please don’t,” he insists, voice still crackling with glee. He grins, warm and wide enough that Essek can feel it against the side of his neck. “It just makes doing this that much easier.”

“Doing what,” Essek says reflexively, even as the tiny portion of his brain that he allows to remember his childhood starts to blare an alarm. “Verin-”

It’s far too late to realize that Verin’s hands have somehow been maliciously positioned just along the backs of his ribs.

Jester, standing with Caleb behind Verin, perks up in clear interest as the corners of his mouth start to twitch up. On second thought, Essek thinks he’d have preferred the dagger.

“Verin,” he hisses again, fighting back the anticipatory shiver crawling up his back. “Don’t - don’t you dare-”

It’s about then that Verin’s evil, evil fingers find the edges of his mantle’s arm slits and squeeze him even closer as they stretch to wriggle under his arms.

He snatches his arms back, but it’s too late - a dismayed giggle sneaks from his throat, then another, and then he’s beating helplessly at Verin’s shoulders as he dissolves into high, squeaking laughter.

Every single nerve between his armpits and his ribs squirms in unison - a bubbly, slippery sensation even more potent for how long it’s been since he last felt it. “No,” he shrieks. “I - ahaha! eeheee! - no tickling, no tickling, Verin-”

Jester looks thrilled - she’s bouncing on her toes, babbling something to Caleb that’s inaudible over the rush of his own laughter. Light, the Nein are going to tear him apart for this-

“Yes, tickling,” Verin protests, laughing right along with him. “All the tickling! You let me think you were dead! For months! I thought I was never going to get to watch my poor brother giggle himself to pieces ever again!”

He’s not, because Essek is going to kill him. “That - nahaha, hff, ahaaa! - that was - ha - it’s been decades - stop, stop, there’s people!”

“Yeah, people,” Beau says, loud and smug and far too close behind him. “Hey - Verin, was it? - does hotboi here have a worst spot?”

Oh no. Oh no. Essek squeezes his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to focus and does the only thing he can while laughing like an idiot.

With a shaky flick of his wrist, his floating dispels. Verin yelps in surprise as gravity takes Essek straight out of his grip.

The instant his boots hit the deck, Essek twists the rest of the way out of his grip and bolts.

There’s nowhere to go, really - the Nein have a room full of Counterspells, and Verin can run faster than he can, and he’s already tumbling halfway back into laughter in giddy anticipation of being caught. Still, it’s a surprise when he stumbles into a brick wall of leather and biceps that resolves itself into Yasha as she hoists him back into the air.

“Oh, where do you think you’re going?” She sounds admirably innocent given the soft, teasing smile she gives him.

“Noooo,” Essek giggles. Heat gathers in his cheeks as he tries to make himself stop - it doesn’t make sense, he’s not even being tickled anymore, but even the potential for it flutters light and fizzy at the bottom of his lungs. “I - I’m not ticklish anymore, I’m not-”

The Nein and Verin cluster around the two of them, bubbling with various levels of amusement. “Really?” Beau drawls. “It’s cute that you think denying it has a single fucking chance of working.”

The sarcasm helps him center himself, if only a little - he buries his face in Yasha’s arm and sucks in a deep breath that doesn’t do nearly enough to get rid of his blush.

He straightens as best he can while being bear hugged by a barbarian. “I am denying nothing,” he says carefully. Jester is still bouncing next to Beau, fingertips already twitching where they’re curled sweetly on her cheeks around a mischievous beaming smile, and Essek has to look away before the nervous snickers still wobbling on the back of his tongue can worm their way free. “I am well aware that Verin is - incorrigible-”

He hisses the last word in his brother’s direction - again, harsher than he intends, but he is so unused to being soft around him - and fails to contain a shy smile as Verin sticks his tongue out in retaliation.

Jester’s tail waves its way into the edge of his peripheral vision. He jumps and looks over at Fjord instead. “-but I, ah, I would ask for more respect from the rest of you-”

“You really shouldn’t,” Fjord says, grinning boyishly back at him. “I mean, you know us.”

And then, to Fjord’s right - “Essek?”

He’s been avoiding looking at Caleb. It is foolish, perhaps, to think that after all of the incredibly stupid things he knows Essek has done he will decide to judge him for this, but he cannot help the way his shoulders stiffen as he twists a little further to meet the gaze of the last link in their semicircle. “Yes?”

Caleb looks - focused, in an offhanded way, like he’s intent on something happening just slightly out of their current reality. Stunned might be a better word for it. He blinks for a moment before focusing those keen blue eyes somewhere near Essek’s eyebrows. “Ah - did you know that when you laugh, your ears -” He puts his hands up to his own ears and flaps them a little.

Drow do not run particularly warm, but that only makes it easier for Essek to feel the heat absolutely flood back into his face. “I-” he stammers. Nearly a century of politics is nowhere near enough to help him keep a straight face. “I - ah - eeh!-”

Caleb is close enough to reach out and run a questing fingertip over Essek’s left ear - it flicks wildly, trying to dislodge the unexpected tickle, but a surprised squeak still slips out.

There’s a moment of silence before Verin starts to snicker. “Oh, I like your friends,” he says merrily, beaming. “Go on, Light knows he doesn’t let himself laugh enough otherwise.”

“Don’t,” Essek gets out hastily, but Caleb is already reaching out for another go and Yasha’s grip is firm enough that all he can do is squeak again. “Wait - hm, hnn!”

Beau sidles up to Yasha’s side and gives him a self satisfied leer as she reaches out across their little group to pluck the feather from Fjord’s tricorn. “You got him, babe?”

“I do,” Yasha confirms and lets out a little squeak of her own as Beau reaches around her, no doubt squeezing something entirely inappropriate with company present.

“Hot,” Beau smirks, and reaches to flutter the feather over Essek’s right ear. “Aw, does that tickle? Thought you said you weren’t ticklish, man.”

Essek maintains some facsimile of composure for all of two seconds before his face crumples “Nnn - hehehe - eheehe - oh!”

His lungs are surely going to burst, with the way they’re shivering out desperate giggles as he shakes his head frantically between Caleb’s fingers and the teasing feather. He can’t move his arms, so he kicks his legs instead. “Please,” he begs, nearly incomprehensible even to his own ears. “Ah - aha, heeheehee! - tickles-”

Verin leans down and scoops his ankles up with one ridiculously sculpted arm. “Essek, you’re going to put a hole in someone with those boots.”

He looks up, raising his eyebrows teasingly, and Essek’s stomach drops like he’s cast something on it. “Here, I’ll fix that.”

Essek’s eyes, narrowed with laughter, shoot wide open. He doesn’t remember Verin being this evil - but then again, his brother’s never been egged on by five other people determined to render reports of his death more realistic.

“Verin, Verin, no-” he tries, but he’s giggling so hard that he can’t even get the words out. He twists as far away from Caleb and Beau as he can, flailing frantically, but Verin’s grip holds firm.

He pouts dramatically. “What? Is it my fault that my tiny, ticklish wizard brother insists on wearing metal-tipped boots that endanger everyone?”

Essek opens his mouth to reply and promptly dissolves into another frantic peal of laughter as Beau gets bored of his ears and shoves her feather in Caleb’s direction before jabbing a finger between his trapped arm and his chest to get at his armpit. “Your - shihihit, shit, ahahaaa, not there! - your arcanist brother is going to kill you just as soon as I can- hahaha!”

Verin just laughs, unlacing one of his boots and starting to slide it off. “Is that your attempt to convince me not to tickle your feet?”

Jester, practically vibrating, emits a sound that perhaps only weasels can hear. “Oh, that’s so cute! Can I have one of them?”

“One of his feet? Sure.” Verin hands over an ankle, grinning down at Jester. “You, I think you’re my favorite.”

As Essek gasps and struggles and falls further and further into a formless mirth that makes him feel so light he can hardly bear it, there’s a different sensation at his ear. A hazy portion of his brain identifies it as the rough bristle of chin scruff and an amused huff of breath.

“You don’t really want them to stop, do you,” Caleb murmurs. “I will help you, if you do.”

It’s quite unfair, Essek feels, to try and make him explain himself while he’s strung out and dizzy with laughter. He tries anyway, for a syllable or two, but Verin digs in between two of his toes and he ends up just tipping his cheek against Caleb’s and shaking, laughing too hard to make a single sound.

“Alright, then,” Caleb says. “In that case-”

He brandishes the feather with a flourish more suited to somatic casting, swooping it down the length of Essek’s nose before directing it back to his ear.

“Tickle, tickle...”

#asks #tickling #critical role #essek thelyss #verin thelyss #caleb widogast #chocfic

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angelbrock · 3 years

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dancing with the demons -she has an attitude?

au/summary: a mischievous 21year old girl dies from a crime she committed, finding her way and new journey to hell and warmly welcomed into the arms of the fallen angel.

warnings: swearing-sorta angst?

pairing: colby x fem!reader

masterlist

your point of view

i was talking to the girls, they explained some of the rules around here but apparently i’ll get to know all the rules with the devil himself. “you know, i refuse to believe that someone who is the devil has such an innocent name, colby, who would be afraid of that?” the girls laughed, giggling loudly, “no seriously! i always figured it would be lucifer.”

“nah, only in the bible.” kat shrugged off, “colby’s actual name is cole. but he hates being called that, i don’t know why tho.”

“yeah he never really told us the reason behind that, did he?” devyn asked rhetorically, katrina and tara nodding their heads.

“cole, maybe i’ll say that to piss him off.” i wriggled my eyebrows, smirking a little. “hey do you guys have any food, i’m so hungry.”

“uh duh, come on, follow me.” tara said, both of us getting up from our spot. i followed her as she said, “okay so we have many options, what would you like to have?”

“uhhh, holy shit you weren’t lying when you said there’s a variety.” i breathed out a small chuckle as she giggled. “i’ll have the..” i couldn’t choose, “shit, i don’t know.” i laughed.

tara laughed with me, “here, have these,” she grabbed a pack of chips, ‘hellfire potato chips’ very ironic. “they’re my favourite.” she threw them towards me, i caught it swiftly, nodding.

“the name of it sure sounds convincing.” she laughed yet again. “you go back to the girls, i’ll catch up to you. i’m gonna grab a drink,” she nodded, smiling before leaving. i was looking at the ingredients on the chip packet while walking towards the fridge, accidentally knocking into someone. “shit sorr- oh. it’s you.” i saw colby directly in front of me, shrugging him off.

“isn’t that the most polite way to greet someone.” he sarcastically stated, huffing. “what are you doing?”

“getting food, what does it look like?” i opened the fridge and bent down as i looked for drinks. i could practically feel his eyes staring at my ass. “stop staring, jackass.” i grabbed a can of beer before standing up straight, “you know,” i opened the can as i continued to speak, “i thought you people in hell don’t get hungry.”

“obviously we get hungry,” colby folded his arms, giving me an evil eye, “did you fail in history or something?” i rolled my eyes, taking a sip of the beer.

“history’s a joke. they never teach you what the truth actually is. they just add in positive information to make it sound like the world isn’t a horrible place.” i cocked my eyebrow, my statement definitely catching him off guard.

“wow, you’re actually smart?” he teased, “i didn’t figure you as the common sense type.”

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me-“ i started walking away, stopping for a second, “-cole.” i smirked as i said that, walking off before he could say anything.

i was suddenly startled by the girls squealing at my face, “that was so badass, holy shit.” katrina yelped.

“how did you not stutter once!” devyn continued on,

“girlll, that was firey hot.” tara finished off, i laughed as they all rambled. i shrugged,

“she must’ve learned from the best,” i furrowed my eyebrows, turning my head to see brennen. “sup, princess.” the girls all groaned, huffing. my face shriveled up into a cringe.

“don’t call me princess, i’m nobody’s princess.” i spat out, eating a chip. brennen smirked,

“you shouldn’t be talking to envy like that, sweetheart, you have no idea what i’m capable of.” he huskily spoke, the girls shivered in disgust before sitting back down, “plus,” he ran his hand up and down my arm, “what’s the worst that can happen if you got with m-“

i kicked him in the balls as hard as i could before he could even have the chance to finish. he groaned loudly, falling to his knees as he held his crotch in pain. “damn!” “ouch-” “holy shit that looked like it hurt.” sam, jake and corey called out right after the douche fell to the floor.

“what the fuck is happening over here?” colby walked out, his deep voice intimidating everyone but me. “what the-”

“colby, you might want to control your fucking girl before i-” before brennen could finish, i kneed him in the jaw, causing him to groan in pain.

“listen here, asshat,” i grabbed brennen by the collar, “i’m nobody’s fucking girl. stop speaking to me like that or i will crush your balls with my bare hands.” everyone laughed and ooed as soon as i finished.

“shiiiiit, i think you’re the only chick that i’m afraid of other than tara.” jake chuckled out, i folded my arms,

“who you calling chick?” honestly, i only said that to scare him. and it seemed to work.

“alright, that’s enough of that.” colby huffed out, burning his eyes into mine. i stared at him just as intensely. he shut his eyes and rose his eyebrows before opening them again, “she has an attitude,” he looked at sam, who was smirking at colby, “fast learner, i see.”

“is anyone going to help me?!” brennen groaned out in pain, we laughed, i brought my hand out for him to grab. he hesitantly grabbed it, i pulled him up. “thanks. you’re fucking crazy.”

“crazy is my middle name.” the girls all giggled, cheering me on as i smirked evilly. where the fuck is this sudden attitude coming from, i still don’t understand.

“anyways, move along, everyone.” colby grit out, sending everyone away, “girls, do you mind if i speak to y/n alone?” the girls nodded before leaving, winking at me. i looked at them weird before turning back around, gasping in surprise when i saw him standing directly in front of me.

“can you not do that every time i turn around?” i sassily remarked, continuing to eat my chips. tara wasn’t lying, they were good. he rolled his eyes,

“listen here, princess,” i clenched my jaw when he called me princess, he definitely did that on purpose.

“stop calling me princess-” i angrily cut him off, suddenly i was pushed up against the wall, extremely roughly as he gripped my neck. i struggled to get out of his grasp.

“you may have had the guts to lay even a finger on brennen, but you need to realize the fact that i’m the fucking devil. you can’t hurt me even if you tried to. so watch your fucking mouth when you’re speaking to me.” his dark blue eyes boaring into mine, i looked up at him, since he was much taller than me.

“whatever, if you want to kill me just fucking do it,” i spat back, bringing my face even closer to his, to where i could feel his breath hitting my lips, “i have no will to continue living.” i whispered. he flared his nostrils in anger, tightening his grip around my neck a little.

“what are you doing to me, huh?” i didn’t even think it was possible, but he brought my face closer to his, the tip of our noses touching, my chest up against his. “who are you to make me feel like this?” his voice lowered even more, sounding slightly raspy sending shivers down my body.

“from what i’ve heard; i’m your queen to be.” he smirked slightly, i copied his expression.

“to be my queen, there’s a lot of consequences. i still think you’re too much of a coward to face those.” he teasingly whispered.

“is that so?” i rose my eyebrows, he hummed, i brought my mouth towards his ear, “challenge accepted.” i whispered hotly as i escaped his grasp. i walked backwards to see his face, a large grin over my lips. his tongue was pressed against his cheek to hide his smirk.

this should be fun.

A/N - hi loves! my apologies for taking so long to upload. i’m so glad you guys like the series so far. thank you so much for the feedback, i really appreciate it. <3

signing off

-i

#colby brock #colby brock imagines #colby brock series #colby brock imagine #imagine #colby brock x reader #colby x reader #colby brock smut #traphouse imagines #traphouse #katrina stuart #tara yummy #jake webber #corey scherer #brennen taylor #devyn lundy #sam golbach #sam and colby #sam and colby imagines

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illegal-spiegel · 4 years

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Earwig pt.2

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader x Shoto Todoroki Genre: smut Warnings: threesome, spanking, choking, temp play, slight bdsm?, unprotected sex(always wrap it up!), degradation, and I think that’s it??? Summary: After Bakugo and Todoroki hear you talking about them in the locker room, they decide to give you a nice surprise Word Count: 3.5k A/N: CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP. Also, you don’t necessarily have to read part one to understand this but it’ll help you understand some of the comments they make and whatnot

Part One

You giggle and tease the girls as you head out of the locker room, stretching your sore body out. You smile and greet the boys who are already in the class, taking your seat in the middle of the classroom. It gave you a pretty good view of Bakugo but sadly not of Todoroki who sat behind you.

You pull out your phone and just start to do random stuff on it until class starts. You didn’t even realize class was starting until Mr. Aizawa started talking. You snap your head up and look around with furrowed brows. Normally, everyone would be chatting up a storm until the last second. Today though, only the girls were conversing quietly with each other. Most of them don’t sit near each other though, so they had to get up to stand around the classroom.

You look around suspiciously, trying to figure out why some of the boys are acting so weird. You sit behind Kaminari and in front of Kirishima. Normally, they’d be yapping your ear off about a new meme or something ‘manly.’ Today though? Nothing. You can’t turn around to look at Kirishima since class has started, and you’d rather not have Mr. Aizawa thinking you’re not paying attention. Again.

So, you just have to look at what’s in front of you. You can tell Kaminari is in a good mood thanks to his humming. Actually, he’s humming Jiro’s favorite song under his breath and keeps looking to his left at her. She seems to not notice this though since she’s writing down something Mr. Aizawa said.

Maybe you should be paying attention but you’re just too freaked out right now.

Next, you look at Ojiro who sits right in front of Kaminari. You can see his ears are dark red and he’s sitting very stiffly. After observing Ojiro, you look at Aoyama, who is pouting to himself as he stares at Mr. Aizawa, but doesn’t seem to be paying attention.

Yup, something fishy is definitely going on here.

You look from student to student until you reach Deku who is shaking in his seat and is as red as a fire hydrant. You’d be worried about him if it wasn’t for the fact that all the boys are acting weird.

You stare at him for a while, trying to come up with answers to why he and the other boys are acting like this. It’s not all of the boys either, from what you can tell. Koji and Sero seem to be acting like normal. You stare at the windows now, the gears in your brain moving faster than they have in a while.

Movement in front of the window causes you to blink and turn your focus to said movement. You’re met with cocky, crimson eyes who stare at you without hesitation. You stare right back at him, refusing to bow down to the handsome brat.

He suddenly smirks, making your brows furrow in response. He opens his mouth a little to slip his tongue out, taking his sweet time to lick his lips. Your eyes, obviously, move from his eyes to his mouth to watch the little show he’s putting on. This only causes his ego to boost more than it already is but you can’t help it. With you watching, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth before biting his bottom lip.

That’s when it hits you.

They heard! Those nasty, perverted, pigs!

A gasp flies past your lips before you can stop yourself, bringing all eyes to you. Except for Bakugo. He looks away to look back to Mr. Aizawa, who is also staring at you.

“Miss (L/n),” you stand as your name is called, your face as hot as the sun, “you seem quite excited about today’s lesson. Why don’t you tell everyone what you learned last from chapter sixty-nine.”

You flinch a bit at the number, your mind going back to the hallway when you said you’d want to try that with either of the two men you named. You huff and squint your eyes a bit at Mr. Aizawa as you start to recite a few things that you remembered from the reading. As much as you didn’t want to do the reading, you aren’t about to get left behind or have Mr. Aizawa hold this over your head just like every other mistake you make.

“Okay. Sit down,” he says, in what you swear is in a tone filled with boredom, in the middle of your response to his demand, making you shut your mouth and try not to glare at him. You do as you’re told and quickly plop down, crossing your arms over your chest.

You’re going to murder Bakugo and the other boys.

As soon as class is over, Bakugo is practically the first one out the door. Oh, that prick thinks he’s so sneaky and slick. You practically growl as you follow after him as quickly as you can without bringing attention to yourself.

He gets outside before you can stop him, your face getting hotter by the second the angrier you get. You bust through the front doors and search among the many bodies for unruly blond hair. You huff when you don’t see him, your hands clenching at your sides.

You quickly go back in and get your stuff, which you had left in your hurry to catch up to him, before leaving the school to walk the short distance to the dorms. Your eyes widen when you walk into the dorms to see Bakugo leaning against the wall, looking immensely bored. Well, that is until he sees you. A smirk then instantly crawls onto his face as his eyes look you up and down.

Your mood instantly plummets again as you swiftly start to march towards him, your face growing warm again. His smirk turns mischievous as he pushes off the wall and heads towards the elevators. He walks inside just as you reach him and quickly follow him inside, ready to reprimand him for eavesdropping on the girls and to ask who else heard.

“Bakugo-” is all you get out before the elevator doors close and your back is suddenly against the wall. You stare at him in shock before realizing, duh, he knows some of your kinks and what you want him to do to you. He presses his body against yours and then brings his hand to your throat, lightly squeezing it and watching your eyes flutter.

He chuckles lowly as he leans his face close to yours, his nose trailing over your jaw before his lips find your ear. “Well, I sure think I’m packing. Maybe that’s why my ego is so inflated,” he says lowly before nibbling on the lobe of your ear. You whimper softly and arch into him, wanting nothing more than to feel him hard against you.

“You weren’t lying, were you? This really is all you think about, huh? You’re such a dirty whore. I wonder who’d you rather have pounding into you while the other one puts that filthy mouth to good use,” he growls as he starts to grind against you.

A moan escapes you before you can trap it and lock it deep down inside of you. He kisses down your neck and, even then, you can still feel him smirking. “God, I hate you,” you growl, making no effort to push him away or stop him.

Why would you? You’ve fantasized about this almost, if not, every day.

“Oh, it’s not a matter of whether you hate me or not. Either way, you’re still desperate for this coc-”

He’s cut off by the elevator door opening, making him grunt. He pulls away from you but is sure to grab your wrist to drag you to his room. This is when you notice that he is taking you to his room, seeing as how you live on the second floor whereas he lives on the fourth.

He opens his door, practically throws you in, before slamming the door shut behind him. You almost start saying that maybe you two should slow things down when you find Todoroki sitting on the bed. When you lock eyes with him, you almost whimper. He stands up and places his hands into his pockets, his face not showing any emotion but his eyes are practically shining.

Bakugo comes up behind you and pushes his hard-on to your ass, starting to lightly grind against you. “I invited icyhot, hope you don’t mind,” he grumbles in your ear. This time, you do whimper. You don’t have to be facing Bakugo to know he’s grinning that evil grin he does when he’s about to do something bad.

“Well? Do you just plan on watching?” he snaps at Todoroki, making Todoroki huff a bit. He silently walks over and stands right in front of you, looking at Bakugo’s hands on your waist.

“Can I touch you?” he asks softly, looking up to meet your eyes. The fact that he even had to ask is so cute.

“I know you heard us today,” you start, reaching out to run your hands across his broad chest, “I know you heard what I want you to do to me,” you finish in a sultry tone, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. He watches the action before swooping down to connect your lips, a moan escaping you as Bakugo thrusts against your ass harder.

The kiss is messy and sloppy but you wouldn’t want it any other way. You gently pull on his hair, his hands going from your cheeks to slowly going down to your breasts. You gasp into his mouth when he squeezes them, your back arching away from Bakugo to press your chest further into his hands.

You hear Bakugo grunt before sliding his hands up under your shirt, bringing the cloth with him, When his hands meet Todoroki, Todoroki pulls away to allow him to take your shirt off. While Bakugo pulls it off, Todoroki is quick to reach behind you and remove your bra.

As soon as it’s off, Bakugo has his hands on your chest and making you moan with no lips to stop you. Todoroki meets your eyes before leaning down to start kissing down your neck, sucking and biting on random places. By this point, your clit is throbbing and your panties are completely soaked.

“Guys, I’ve been dreaming about this for a while. Can we speed up the foreplay?” you stutter out, your hands tugging at Todoroki’s double-colored strands of hair. He pulls away to look at you once more, panting a bit from his attack on your neck. Once he’s pulled back though, Bakugo is quick to push you forward before shoving you onto the bed.

“What was it you said you liked?” Bakugo asks sarcastically, his hands trailing down your back to your ass that you pushed into the air. “Oh, that’s right,” he says after a moment, acting as if the thought just occurred to him.

You cry out when he spanks you, causing you to arch your back and tightly grip the covers of his bed. “You don’t get to tell us what to do, whore. We are the boss of you, not the other way around.” You mewl lewdly at his words, your mouth watering as you wait for him to say more.

He spanks you again, causing you to moan loudly. You stare up at Todoroki when he moves to the other side of the bed, watching his face as he gently pushes the hair out of your face. “Don’t I need to be quiet? We are right next to Kirishima’s room,” you reason softly, trying to press your thighs together.

At this, Bakugo shoves your bottoms down and spanks you harder this time. This spank though involved a tiny spark from his quirk, making you barely be able to hold back a scream. It hurts but the pain is so delicious that you can’t help but to want another hit.

“I don’t care if he hears it or not. You probably want him to hear you so that he can come join us. Would you like that? Have another man here to fill you up with his cum?” Bakugo growls before spanking your other cheek the same way he hit you last time. You smack your hand over your mouth, tears springing to your eyes.

An animalistic growl comes from him as his free hand reaches forward to snatch your head up by your hair, making you stare up at Todoroki. “Admit it, you slut. You’d like that. Just like how you’re gonna love having me stuffing one of your holes while Todoroki stuffs the other one,” he says darkly.

A guttural moan escapes you as your eyes roll back into your head, your wet flower clenching around nothing. “Look at her. Maybe we should go over and invite him right now,” he threatens.

“Please, fill me up with your coc-”

You cut yourself off with a shrill moan when he spanks you again. You notice then that Todoroki has taken off his clothes and is currently pumping his hard length. Just like you thought, he’s long and thick. You wonder how big he is compared to Bakugo.

You gasp when you feel Bakugo’s length suddenly rubbing against your wet heat. “This what you want, huh? You want this hole stuffed by me, whore?” You nod your head with a whine, leaning your hips back to rub yourself against him. You’re quick to reach back and wrap your hand around his length, almost moaning at how thick and heavy he is in your hand.

You gasp again when your face is suddenly shoved into the mattress while his other hand snatches your hand away from him. “Did I say you can touch me?” he hisses. You feel him get off the bed and walk to somewhere else in the room.

You didn’t dare lift your head from the bed to look.

You inhale sharply when you feel Todoroki’s hands on your head, his fingers gently turning your head to look up at him. “You aren’t acting like the good girl I know you are,” he says softly, his already deep voice sounding lower than usual. You whimper at his words, it being better than anything you’ve ever dreamed. “How was that? Was that ‘deliciously dark’ enough for you?” he teases, a smirk coming to his face. You mewl at this, quickly nodding your head to show him how pleased you are. You just knew he’d talk like that once he’s riled up. You lean your weight on one hand and let the other reach out to him, starting to slide your hand up and down his member.

Your focus is pulled away from him when the bed shifts with Bakugo’s weight, your lip coming between your teeth when he forces your hand away from Todoroki to put them behind your back to tie them. Once your hands are tied up nice and tight, he forces you forward to where your chin is just over the bed. Bakugo has a tall enough bed frame to where you’re face to face with Todoroki’s hard member.

Now that you’re getting a better look, you see a vein protruding on the bottom that runs up his entire length. When your eyes reach the tip, you see precum gathering at the slit, making your mouth water once more.

“Do you think I even have to prep her? I bet she’s stretched out from all the times she’s shoved a dildo up her tight hole while imagining it’s one of us,” Bakugo says to Todoroki, his hand coming down on your right cheek again. Your body jumps with the hit to your already sore ass, a whining moan slipping past your lips. “Say, I wonder who she fantasized about more,” he says to himself as if he’s thinking out loud.

He brings his fingers to your sopping heat, pulling your panties to the side to spread your juices from your dripping hole to your clit. “She’s so wet. She loves the way we’re treating her, icyhot.” You turn your head to look at Todoroki’s face, finding that he’s biting his lip. You shudder as Bakugo takes his sweet time pulling your panties away, a strand of your arousal sticking to your panties as he pulls them down your legs. “God, you’re soaked,” he hisses, dropping the panties to your knees before grabbing your hip tightly with one hand.

The other hand goes back to touching your wetness, going against his idea of shoving himself right into your warmth. You moan when he gathers your arousal on his fingers and starts to rub at your swollen clit again, your eyes fluttering as you finally get some relief to the throbbing nub. With him pleasing you, you felt bad that Todoroki is just standing before you watching.

You shift your head forward and lick a stripe up the vein you were eyeing earlier. He hisses and brings his hands to your head again, his nails lightly digging into your skull as you suckle on his tip. You moan around him when Bakugo slips two fingers into you at once, your mouth going further down Todoroki’s length with each pump of Bakugo’s fingers.

When he adds a third finger, you accidentally deepthroat Todoroki and gag around him. You pull back quickly but keep your mouth around him, your tongue lapping at the head. “Look at you being such a good girl for me,” Todoroki says between pants, his hips starting to lightly thrust.

You hum in response, glad that you’re pleasing him. “She’s not a good girl. She’s anything but. She’s just a nasty little whore that wants us to use her as a sex toy,” Bakugo says behind you as he pulls out his fingers. You pull away from Todoroki’s member to wail when Bakugo finally pushes into you, stretching your walls out more than your fingers or toys ever could. “See? Look at her. This is all she’s good for,” Bakugo growls as he bottoms out before pulling his hips back to just snap them back against your ass.

You cry out in pleasure, your eyes rolling in your head for the nth time. You’re temporarily distracted when Todoroki turns your head back to his member and uses his other hand to grab ahold of his wet shaft. He then presses the head to your lips with a smirk, raising his brow up at you after holding it there waiting for you to open up. You instantly drop your jaw and stick out your tongue, his member sliding along your tongue towards the back of your throat.

You close your mouth around him and let him thrust since you’re having trouble moving with Bakugo pounding into you with each of his thrusts and moving your body. You moan with each of Bakugo’s thrusts, letting Todoroki feel the vibrations and making him grunt each time you do it.

You gasp around Todoroki’s shaft when his member suddenly starts getting really warm, making you become concerned for a moment before you realize what he’s doing. Before it can get too hot, he starts to drop the temperature and cools your mouth with his member until it’s as cold as ice. You moan loudly and clench around Bakugo, feeling Todoroki’s hands start to wander your back and do the same thing his member just did. Seeing Todoroki use his quirk on you, Bakugo decides to use his again.

You scream when Bakugo spanks you harder than ever before with his quirk, your scream thankfully being muffled since your mouth is full. Your scream causes Todoroki’s head to drop back, his mouth falling open as he starts to thrust faster in your mouth. Before you even realize, you’re cumming around Bakugo. Your body shakes a bit from the power of it, your eyes squeezing shut.

“That’s it. Cum with me stuffed in your tight hole. I can feel you pulsing around me,” Bakugo hisses, his hips starting to smack against your ass quicker and quicker. Todoroki starts to push deeper into your mouth, making him deepthroat you with every thrust. You moan when you can, your walls clenching around Bakugo and making your entrance cling onto him every time he pulls out.

It didn’t take long for Todoroki to shoot his load down your throat, some of his seed slipping past your lips and goes down your chin and neck. He stays in your mouth for a moment before slowly pulling out, your lips catching any cum that was stuck to his shaft.

Bakugo cums next, pulling out just in time to cum on your sore ass. He lets out a guttural moan as he does, his head tilted back when you turn to look at him. When he finishes, your legs are quick to give out and you slide them to lay down flat on the bed.

That is the best sex that you’ll ever have in your life, you’re sure.

“Next time, we are switching holes,” Todoroki says, leaving no room for questions.

“Fine. Ten minutes and you’ll get your turn,” Bakugo grumbles as he lays down on his back next to you. You grunt, both too tired to go another round but also too impatient to wait any longer to have them again.

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Again, characters are aged up

MASTERLIST

More with Bakugo

I lowkey wanna write a part three-

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise!

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you. MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai: MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something: MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult.

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest. (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

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youarejesting · 2 years

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From the Ashes

I drew these on my wacom tablet they aren't the greatest but maybe you can see how I see Huihui.

Huisei Hui's face was VERY inspired by Xie Wang from Word of honor. However, I took the liberty to change the lips, nose, and jaw shape to fit more of the characteristics I was looking for. I wanted to have a character that appeared both feminine and masculine, very androgynous.

They are an observant, learning character, so their eyes would be described as quite meticulous or shifty, always searching. Their eyes are charming and too innocent, they hide a lot of their actions behind them. ('Who me? I couldn't.' attitude).

They have a slight widow's peak which shows their stubborn and rebellious side but the width of their forehead says they are more practical towards their goals and I think the roundedness of their forehead shows how creative they are. Bursting with ideas, yet only working on the ones they know will succeed.

Their nose shows their determination, strong will, and spontaneity, they are usually involved in a lot of various activities. They are efficient and use their time with utmost planning and care. Their decisions are usually based on their gut feeling but they grow to trust which urge to pursue and which to leave. They often get what they want.

Hui’s face is very playful, borderline scary, and mischievous one that would be hard to show sincerity to those who don’t know them well. They would seem too silly or chaotic neutral but leans more towards chaotic good.

He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but does strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. He will intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy.

Hui's hair I wanted it to be simple and yet with their own flair. This is the hairstyle they wear to the salute ceremony and will adopt from there on out. Two braids or buns usually means working and money-making, I think Hui works really hard, and their desire to excel and get everything they held back from in their first life. They were someone who would save for a rainy day instead of buying something always making an excuse for why they didn't need something. In this life they are more lenient if they want it they got it and they work hard for it.

This hairpiece was made by Hui's father. (I don't like the design I created in the end so I may redraw it but for now). Hui's parents feel they are too country bumpkin for the cultivation world and do not wish to see their son treated as such so they design him the best and pamper him. Not to say that they don't treat all their children well. Hui is the only one who doesn't ask for it, so they feel the need to make him special things often to remind him they care. Hui's siblings are quick to ask for help financially and with items and travel. The two parents love their children but often get tired. Hui is the first cultivator in many years and their whole family knows how important it is to get them back on the map figuratively. They want to enter the cultivation world again.

This is a rough design of the Huisei cultivation robes, I am unsure if they will change in the future. I like the meaning behind them it's very yin yang. there is evil in good and good in evil, both feminine and masculine. The idea that every day must end but the cycle keeps on going is also a little foreshadowing for Hui.

I love the idea of Huise Hui, Grey Ashes, courtesy name Huang meaning Pheonix. It's very fitting to be born again in another world. To rebirth cultivation in the Huise clan. But I am thinking of switching his courtesy name and his birth name.

I think while burning Golden Star energy and flying on their sword Wangji thought Hui looked like a shooting star. He associates shooting stars with Hui.

Hui sees the following people as these animals:

Huaisang - Badger (they are so patient and resourceful, and super cunning)

Wangji - Dove

Zixuan - Peacock

Wuxian - Bunny

Yanli - Butterfly

Jiang Cheng - Angry Goat

Xichen - Big Puppy

Qiren - Fish

Wen Ning - Little Lamb

Wen Qing - Snake (Dramatic change within, healing, transformation, intellectual, protection)

This is Hui's sword, I am clearly not good at sword making haha the metal bending around just reminds me of a whisk. It will appear quite dainty but be heavy a sturdy sword. It will be quite a long sword and very swish. Also, my writing in Chinese is pretty rusty.

When playing string instruments people sometimes use guitar picks, violin bows, and such. For the Pipa as it is quick striking of the strings and rapid running of the fingers back and forth over the strings there are things called Pipa nails little plastic things that wrap around the finger and protect the wearer's skin and nails. As plastic isn't something easily made in Ancient China fantasy or otherwise. So the ones Hui has are metal and look roughly like this: His Pipa nails are gold and talon-like, which creates more of his image of the Pheonix.

Hui's eyesight was something I thought would really give him some trouble. For someone who loves reading research and such, I have started to create a little deterioration and development in his eyes (which is quite normal for his age). I think that many eyesight issues were not really known or addressed and people didn't know how to fix the issues but Hui is a smart boy. It will challenge him for a while and also bring him some annoyance as he will have to start asking for help with certain things. That and he will notice he cannot observe Wuxian or Wangji up close as his eyes won't focus. He is still having glasses prepared by his father, and his eyesight will plateau once he finishes puberty. I just think it will make for some fun scenes between the boys as well as a little frustration.

Question from Directionally_Challenged: How powerful/talented is Hui in cultivation? Compared to others, that is.

Answer:

He is a good sword fighter but definitely nowhere near the best, many cultivators have surpassed him, and his sword is very fussy with its use, it uses a lot of power to unsheath it and so without breaking at least one golden star that sword ain't coming out of the sheath.

Cultivation, he is probably one of the best in the business, he will go down in history as someone who changed cultivation standards. But this only really works with the first half of the storyline, the next generations will soon surpass him as they should and he will continue to live as a legend as he passes on his knowledge to the younger disciples. His cultivation is on par with Wangji and Wuxian but each has their own qualities.

Wuxian is really good at instinctual cultivation. He can feel, hear and see things others can't or don't, he is an inventor of the unexpected and tester of limits. Always thinking outside the box.

Wangji is amazing because perfect practice makes perfect, his form is perfect his cultivation and everything is the best but when given a situation he is stuck in his box unable to think of any unconventional ways out of the situation.

Then you have Hui who has a lot of experience and wisdom from two very different lives. He utilizes them and creates not only his own understanding of cultivation but a universal understanding taking modern-day teaching and adapting those methods to teaching Cultivation. He conducted his research while traveling and asked any and every cultivator he could find to help him piece together a Complete guide to cultivation. He struggled. To come from a cultivation-less village and teach himself how to do things others already knew, he knew he was behind other disciples in these aspects but had broader knowledge than most. He took what he knew and he pushed and worked harder exploring almost every aspect of cultivation enough to understand it. He may not be a master in any particular field but he is quite exceptional in most of them. His dream which he is too embarrassed to admit is to become a household name, like Henry Gray who wrote a book on Anatomy (Gray's Anatomy). He wants to write the first textbook for Cultivation.

Medically Hui is also very skilled and he will make a few advancements in this industry, he prefers not to fight but to heal.

Physical strength, Hui is lower than average, he would be somewhere between Huaisang and Wen Ning (before fierce corpsed) he is kind of weak and weakened easily. His Meridians are wide allowing power to flow through his veins easily but the power sometimes runs out too quickly and his body also has a tendency to enter a preservation state when a lot of power is being expelled. Like when you donate blood, sometimes your body starts to redirect blood to your most important organs to keep you alive. Hui's body senses the golden core expelling a lot of energy and tries to protect him in a similar response. Kind of inconvenient but a little neat. It will be explained further in the story.

ANYWAY:

I am just revising some of the scenes adding a little more downtime scenes. I like writing scenes you don't get to see in the live-action and animated series, it makes it feel like a bit of an adventure. I am also trying to add some realness to it this way as well. Adding in the travel and cute or frustrating or sad scenes makes it seem more like a story that you can lose yourself in. I don't know could be me. I find a lot of my writing is very jumping through scenes so I am trying to get better and slow them down and add personal moments and witty banter. I don't know.

This is the new uniforms for the young disciples it represents rebirth and elements of spring. Basically the revival of the clan. The leaders, elders and teachers will where similar outfits but with a darker green lace outer robe. The teachers and elders are a little more planly dressed but Hui and his brother have a more elaborate style with embroidery. That I would say is like Shen Qingqiu’s green outfit but with a darker lace outer robe like the lady below.

Lots of floral and birds and plant growth on their new robes.

#story info #character development #character profile and pictures

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buckysglow · 3 years

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Captive

Chapter 12 - “Deserving”

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your abilities are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9a ~ 9b ~ 10 ~ 11

AN: Christmas in May, anyone? Sorry this took so long, I just graduated from college! Also, I posted before and asked if you guys prefer to read fics on Wattpad or AO3, and I would love to have your input on that! I am trying to figure out which one I should post my fics on!

Word Count: Around 5000

Warnings: Mention of abuse and fluffy fluff

You tugged Bucky’s large shirt farther down your legs, tip-toeing down the hall before dawn. It would be Christmas in just a few hours and you had to make sure everything was perfect for the team. You had gotten a little creative with your presents, seeing as you didn’t have money of your own and didn’t know much about earning it. You were thankful that most of the team had hobbies of their own and made it much easier for you to find the supplies you needed to make homemade gifts. You worked very hard on their gifts.

Being what Bucky called “gifted,” you could feel the change in energy in each and every one of your friends. They rarely slept, but when they did, they were so exhausted that their eyes felt heavier than any weights they had lifted that day. And usually their nights were filled with restlessness, tossing and turning, and fighting the covers that were hands in their dreams. Their energy took on a light glow while they slept, one that pulsed with every beat of their heart. Their dreams sometimes became more and more unbearable, as those imaginary hands became their own and they were grasping the neck of another person. Uncontainable, unmanageable guilt became the burden of the night. And you only knew that because that’s what kept you awake; it’s also what kept Bucky awake.

“Everyone has their own shit.” He told you after waking up with a start one night, drenched in sweat. It was usually him comforting you, but this time it was the other way around. He was embarrassed; his dreams made him feel weak and powerless. That’s why you had chosen a dream catcher for him; it would catch those dreams and spirits that kept him awake.

You had been preparing for this for quite some time now, hiding the supplies you needed in your room, under your bed. You glanced at the newly decorated Christmas tree and smiled. When you were younger, your mom would decorate the whole house with you, and it was one of your favorite things in the world. She could be so kind and loving when she wanted. You smiled at one of the few good memories you had, especially ones with her. While she may have been cruel to you at times, she also had her fun moments. That’s what made hating her or resenting her so difficult.

While you were being held by Hydra, those were the moments that you thought about most. They are the things you dreamed of experiencing again. This just added even more complicated thoughts to your already spinning mind while you were with those evil men… to leave one abusive home for another.

You shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. You had work to do. The team was in for a treat. You had been preparing and practicing, not only for the decorations, but for another special surprise. You wouldn’t be able to do it for long, so the timing had to be perfect.

“Friday,” you whispered, “what time does everyone typically wake up?”

She ran through everyone’s schedules quickly and you nodded.

“How many of them use alarm clocks?” You asked, praying that she would say all of them.

“Sam.”

You cringed at that answer. “Alright, I’ll think of something…” You made quick work of the decorations, running as quietly as you could from one room to another. When you finished, you stepped back to admire your work.

Paper snowflakes hung from all over the ceiling, the tree was packed with colorful or shiny items, a copious amount of cotton balls had been stretched and torn to look like snow in various places around the tower, Christmas lights hung, and paper trees placed on shelves and tables. You grinned. It was so pretty. You began to jump on your heels slightly, excited for everyone to be awake. You had about two hours to finish up before they all started stirring. All you had to do was put the finishing touches on their gifts and place them under the tree.

You sprinted to your room, sweating from the amount of effort this was taking. You froze when you felt Natasha stir in her bed. She was the one you were most worried about waking. If she even felt a slight disturbance, she would immediately be out of bed to find out what was happening. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on her energy. You willed her to stay asleep, praying that she hadn’t heard you. You felt her relax, and your heart eased its rapid beating.

You gathered as many of their gifts as you could in your hands and brought them out by the tree. You rushed to place them under the tree nicely. You had begun to feel some of them awaken and you rushed to turn the Christmas lights on. You added last minute touches to the decorations, and finally you asked Friday to play Christmas music.

You felt Bucky begin to stir then. Your heart began to beat a little faster in your chest with nervous excitement. You couldn’t wait to see their reactions, but you were nervous that they wouldn’t like it. You hoped this would be enough. You wanted to make your first Christmas with them special. You wanted them to know that you were beginning to feel comfortable and loved when you were with them.

“Friday, can you turn the volume up please?” You asked quietly, toes wiggling in your worn slippers. Natasha was the first one out of bed, followed by Steve and Bucky. You could feel them move from their beds and see their energy begin to pulse a little brighter. You were grinning as you felt Tony begin to stir.

When you felt them all leave their rooms, you were nearly exploding with excitement. They were making their way toward the common area, most likely heading for the kitchen for breakfast and coffee. Bucky was falling a little behind the rest, and you were quick to send more energy toward him.

When they had all finally made their way down the hall and into the common area, you were quick to grin at them, “Merry Christmas!”

Their eyes were wide with shock as they took in the decorations and lights. Steve’s smile was growing and Natasha was leaning against the door frame with a small smirk on her lips. Bucky was staring at the ceiling, a look of amazement on his face.

“When did you do all of this?” Steve asked, hand running over the snow you had made from cotton balls.

“Last night! Do you like it?” You asked, feeling breathless.

“This is so pretty, (Y/N)!” Wanda exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug.

“Just promise me you’re gonna clean all this up when Christmas is over,” Tony stated dramatically. He suddenly seemed to notice the tree, “Gifts, huh?”

Sam elbowed him hard, silently telling him to shut up. He gestured in your direction. You were grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. You pulled away from Wanda, hopping on the balls of your feet a bit. You threw yourself into Bucky’s arms and hugged him tightly, barely able to contain your excitement. “Yes, um- I have gifts for you all, but do you want to eat first?” You clasped your hands in front of you and hopped in front of the kitchen, knowing that they would all want their morning coffee.

“I could use some coffee,” Natasha smiled. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, “Merry Christmas. You did an amazing job.”

“Did you happen to make breakfast? That would have been nice instead of you making a mess,” Tony asked in his typical tone, sauntering into the kitchen. You just rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. The rest of the team followed, leaving you and Bucky behind.

You turned to look at Bucky, meeting his unwavering gaze. “Merry Christmas,” you breathed, you tucked your hair behind your ear. “Do you like it?”

He made his way toward you slowly, tilting your head with his finger, his lips lingered against your forehead, “You are amazing…”

Once everyone had eaten, you were all gathered in the common area. Christmas movies were playing on the large screen, but the volume was low as you all talked happily with one another. You were seated on the floor between Wanda and Bucky’s legs. Natasha sat on the floor across from you. Steve was laughing about something Sam had said, fingers playing with one of the toy motorcycles hanging on the tree. Sam was seated on the arm of the loveseat that Tony had sprawled out in. You looked at each of them, a content smile on your face.

This was the first time since you were young that you had felt accepted. There would always be worms of doubt in your head, but for now, they were under control. They were not slinking their way into the moment. Your fingers brushed against Bucky’s calf and he looked down at you, only to find you grinning up at him. He leaned down to kiss your forehead.

There was wrapping paper and bows sprawled across the floor from their gifts. You had loved watching their eyes light up with warmth and happiness, and you felt a little bit of the weight you carried on your shoulders fall away. Natasha was wiggling her fingers in the mittens you made her, which made you smile and giggle.

“When I go to visit Clint, I’ll bring them the gifts,” she had told you when you pointed out that you made him and his family gifts as well.

“He said he wants to FaceTime later, so he can see them then.” Wanda interjected, smiling mischievously. They all had their own plans and gifts for you as well, but you had no idea.

You didn’t seem to care about receiving anything at all. “I made Thor something as well, but he will have to wait,” you giggled, thinking about how excited he would be to get the tiny hammer you had painted to look like mjolnir.

“So what you’re saying is that you stole from me.” Tony said sarcastically.

“Didn’t steal, I just borrowed... in a sense.” You giggled.

The team revealed that they hadn’t received a handmade gift in years and that they loved them. Each of them was playing with their gifts or wearing them. A moment of silence wrapped around everyone as they peered down at their gifts.

“I know it’s not much, and you’re all probably used to nicer things, but I hope you like them.” You said, sheepishly peering at your acquired family.

“We love them!” Wanda assured you.

“These are so much better than any gifts you could have bought us, (Y/N).” Natasha nodded.

“Even though you stole most of the stuff that you used,” Tony said, pulling his glasses down slightly, “you did good, kid.”

“Good,” you breathed a sigh of relief. You stood up slowly, pulling the ends of your shirt nervously, “I have one more surprise for you all.”

You carefully made your way to the doorway, standing behind the couch that Bucky and Wanda were sitting on. Everyone was watching you with questioning eyes, wondering what else you could have possibly made for them. “It might take a try or two, but I have been practicing this since my little incident a few weeks ago.” You admitted timidly.

Your heart was thudding hard in your chest, nerves making their way up your throat. You took a deep breath to steady yourself, and closed your eyes. You pictured gold, soft and twinkling, dancing in the sky. You imagined a gentle, gold glow and shimmers of it. You slowly opened your eyes. The team was staring upward, mouths agape and eyes awed. Tony pulled his glasses from his face, mouth open in amazement.

A golden, glowing river flowed above them. Shimmers and flecks of gold rained down slowly, twinkling brightly. Your typical ribbons were moving slowly, wrapping themselves into loose coils. You pushed yourself a little harder, motivated by the childlike wonder on your family’s faces. You conjured up tiny horses and faceless people, some ice skating, others dancing or playing in the golden snow in the space above your heads.

“Wow,” you heard Steve whisper in amazement. You smiled, watching the team closely with their soft and content faces. You loved making others happy. Your eyes flickered over to Bucky, and one of the ice skaters made their way to him. They spun gracefully in front of his nose. His smile was unforgettable.

But soon, you could feel your energy dimming, so you gave one last push. The gold above burst silently into thousands of golden flecks, hanging in the air for a second, and then lazily falling down onto the team. Sweat had collected on your upper lip from the amount of effort it took, and finally, you felt your energy give way.

The gold came flying back into your chest. You blew out a breath, hands shaking with exhaustion. The team looked over at you, smiles still on their faces. Subconsciously, you were aware that they didn’t look scared of your white eyes. You were smiling at them, proud of yourself for succeeding. You accomplished more than you thought you would have. Even if it was only for a minute or two, you had held it longer and made more images at one time than you ever had before.

“That was the coolest thing I have ever seen,” Sam muttered, mostly to himself, but the team was nodding in agreement.

“The little snowballs?” Steve asked, leaning over to him.

“The coolest!” Sam exclaimed.

You gave an airy laugh, feeling a little lightheaded. Bucky was at your side immediately, leading you to the couch.

“That was pretty badass, goldy locks! I thought you could only do that when you were scared!” Tony declared, looking a little stunned.

“I’ve been practicing in my room… far away from people, so…” you laughed lightly. Natasha was still looking upward, a dreamy look in her eyes. Her face was relaxed, in a faraway place. Wanda grasped your arm with excitement,

“Can you show me how to do that? I’ve never made images with mine!”

You giggled weakly, “I can try. I’m not quite sure how I do it, I just picture it in my head.”

“That was amazing, Doll,” Bucky whispered, lips grazing your ear.

“Thank you,” you sighed, snuggling deeper into the couch next to him.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He said quietly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You hummed happily in response, a tired smile on your lips. “That didn’t hurt you?” He asked quietly. The others were still talking about their favorite parts of your show.

You shook your head, taking a deep breath and continuing, “It did in the beginning, but after a while the pain just… went away.”

He nodded, kissing your temple, “Take a nap. We will be here when you wake up.” And as you started to doze off, you heard Bucky laugh and say, “But did you see the ice skater in front of my face?”

“Wake her up; I can’t wait any longer to give her our gifts!” You heard Wanda exclaim.

You suddenly felt cold, metallic fingers glide over your cheek, and your eyes fluttered. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” Sam exclaimed, sitting opposite of you behind the coffee table. The coffee table had gifts strewn all over it and your eyes widened slightly.

You looked around the room in question, “Those… are those for me?”

Steve tilted his head, while Natasha nodded at you, a soft smile gracing her face. Bucky was grinning widely beside you.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you whispered, shaking your head in disbelief, nervously tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Open mine first; you’re going to like it more than the others!” Tony teased, throwing a wink your way.

Natasha rolled her eyes at Tony, “We wanted to do this, trust me.”

“The bigger one is mine,” Tony pushed, ignoring the sappy moment you were having. You laughed and proceeded to open the array of gifts around you. You were surprised with each one, not expecting such generosity from them. Tony had gotten you a laptop and a phone because you “were behind the times.” Wanda had given you a gift card to a clothing boutique downtown, saying that she was going to take you shopping before the New Years party; this excited and terrified you at the same time. Natasha bought you adorable cow slippers after finding out that your favorite animals were cows. You immediately put them on and were repeatedly wiggling your toes in them. Steve and Sam gave you yellow boxing gloves and said that the matching punching bag was in the training room—it was even bedazzled at the bottom.

You couldn’t stop smiling. In fact, your face hurt from smiling and laughing so much.

“Clint’s calling!” Wanda exclaimed, placing her phone on the coffee table. She pressed the green button and up popped his face.

“That is so cool,” you whispered to Bucky, amazed at how quickly technology has changed.

“Gets me everytime,” he whispered back, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Clint exclaimed, his wife and children popping up to say hi. You grinned and waved back. “Hope I didn’t miss anything,” Clint said.

“Just in time,” Wanda assured him.

“Clint,” you started softly, “I made you and your family gifts; they’re not much, but—“

“They’re amazing, look!” Natasha interrupted you, turning the phone to show him the gifts you had made them.

“They’re gonna love the bears!” You heard Clint’s wife exclaim. “Thank you, (Y/N), we love them!”

“My turn to give you something though.” Clint said, and Natasha placed the phone back to face you. Everyone began to smile softly, knowing that Clint had worked hard to pull this one off. “After hearing about your grades and that you didn’t get to go to graduation, I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” he explained, fiddling with his phone. Tony was quick to pull out his own and began swiping. You chewed the inside of your cheek, nerves growing as he continued to talk, “You worked so hard to fit in and I know that’s not easy, so I wanted to do this for you.” Tony swiped one last time, and an image of a high school diploma popped up above your head.

Your eyebrows drew together as you read the name of your school and a loud gasp burst through your lips. “That says my name!” You exclaimed, standing up to read it closely.

“I talked to your school and the school board, and had some people pull some strings,” Clint explained.

“It’s me. I’m some people,” Tony smiled cockily.

You covered your mouth in shock as you read your name over and over again. “You deserved this and so much more, kid,” Clint said softly. When he had heard what your mother did and that your chance to graduate was ripped from you as a teenager, he knew he had to do this for you. He pictured his own kids, and how proud he would be if they had achieved what you had. He had to do this for you.

Your bottom lip began to wobble, and you took a deep breath to keep them from falling.“I can’t begin to explain how much this means to me,” you whispered, voice cracking, “thank you so much.”

Clint smiled at you and his wife hugged him closer. She knew how much this meant to him and had helped him talk to your school board.

“I wish you were here so that I could hug you,” you laughed lightly, wiping away the stray tears that fell.

“You’ll see me soon, kid!” He laughed, loving that you were looking so happy.

“We have one more gift for you,” Steve said softly, “We’ve all talked it over, and decided that we think you’re ready.” Wanda grabbed your hand and smiled brightly at you, pulling you to sit back down next to her. You really couldn’t think of anything better than the gifts you had received so far.

“We are going to wait until after Tony’s New Years Eve party, but we think we should take you back to your hometown for a weekend.” The tears were immediate and fast paced. You buried your face in the sleeves of Bucky’s sweatshirt in an attempt to hide them.

“It’s up to you if you want to go, but we think you should visit,” Natasha whispered, pressing a comforting hand to your knee.

“I-I’m a li-little overwhelmed,” you blubbered, with a loud laugh. The team was quick to respond with their own quiet laughter. “I w-wanna show you guys my favorite book store!” You giggled, and this made them all laugh a little louder, “thank you all so much, I wish I could repay you for everything, for saving me… I just- I promise I will!”

“Aw, goldy locks!” Tony exclaimed, “I’ll take you up on that one day! For now, just try not to stab any of us with those gold things!”

You ripped your hands from your face to see that your fingertips were glowing brightly. Your eyes widened at the realization that your chest didn’t hurt. You held your hand out, watching as it shook with your emotions, but not with pain or agony. “It doesn’t hurt,” you whispered, sounding amazed.

“What?” Bucky asked you, leaning closer to hear what you had said.

“It doesn’t hurt… I didn’t know I was doing it and it didn’t hurt,” you stated, looking at him with wide eyes. You looked back at your hands, holding both of them out in front of you, pressing your energy forward slightly, testing the waters. Ribbons wrapped themselves around your fingers, moving slowly, looking like snakes as they made their way to the ground. You were so overwhelmed with emotions—joy, relief, happiness, disbelief— were you finally free from the agony? What had changed? Was it that you finally felt loved? Your lips twitched with a shaky smile. Bucky made eye contact with Steve, and the two of them were so proud of how far you had come in the short, few months you had been with them.

Careful, that evil voice spoke in the back of your head, don’t get too cocky now. You don’t want to lose control.

You gasped, letting out a quiet yelp. Your energy shot violently back into your body and you wheezed at the suddenness of it all.

“Whoa,” Bucky cooed, grasping your shoulders to steady you, “you’re alright, you’re fine.”

“S-sorry,” you stuttered breathlessly, “I got nervous.”

“You’ve pushed yourself quite a bit today,” Wanda assured you softly, after peeking inside your thoughts for a split second.

You sat back into Bucky’s chest, nodding absentmindedly.

“Yeah, I think that’s enough of the golden light show,” Tony stated, grasping Wanda’s phone, “not that we don’t love to see what you can do because what you did earlier was amazing, and Barton missed it all!” He pointed and laughed sarcastically.

“It was pretty cool, Barton!” Natasha agreed, smirking at the phone.

“What? What did I miss?” He cried, making you giggle and shake your head at their teasing.

After the team had opened all their gifts and dispersed to relax or prepare for the night ahead, you were left alone with Bucky.

“Hey, Doll,” he cooed against your forehead, loving the sleepy look on your face. You hummed a response. Your head was buried in his chest, breathing in his comforting smell. His body was humming with soft energy, causing you to relax even deeper into his side. “I got you a gift,” he whispered.

You looked up at him, secretly reveling in the fact that he remembered to get you something. You were a little disappointed earlier when you hadn’t received anything from him, of all people. Not that it was about the gift, but the thought behind it. You had believed, for just a moment, that he had forgotten to get you something.

“Oh, yeah?” You grinned, inching closer to his face. He grinned right back before reaching behind the couch and pulling out a small box. “Oh, Bucky, no…” you pouted, knowing full well that it was jewelry, based on the box alone.

“Just open it,” he chuckled, pushing it into your hands.

“I can’t accept this,” you objected weakly, smiling at him as you pushed it back at him.

“You haven’t even opened it yet!” He laughed, removing his hands completely from the box to force you to catch it.

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously as you lifted the lid of the box to reveal a garnet ring. It was encased in a gold cage and placed nicely on top of a golden band. You looked up at him with pure bliss. “It’s a garnet,” you whispered happily, fingers running over the gem.

“It is,” he nodded, moving your hair away from your neck, “I- um- I did a lot of research and garnets are known as the stone of courage, and they are worn to guard against danger… and they are also supposed to help with the - um- heart and blood and stuff… Plus, I wanted to get you your own ring, so that you wouldn’t have to keep borrowing Wanda’s.” He was mumbling nervously now, unsure about his gift now that it was being opened.

You grinned up at him, “I love it, Bucky, thank you. This is too much.”

A sigh of relief whooshed past his lips, but he was quick to replace it with his mock confidence. You adored that he had put so much thought into it for you, knowing that it was no coincidence that it was this particular stone. “I hope you don’t think it’s weird that I got you something so…” he mumbled again, watching as you removed Wanda’s ring from your small finger, and replaced it with his.

“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t think it’s weird. I actually think it’s very sweet.”

The two of you fell into a tense silence, and you both found that nerves had settled in your stomachs. You bit your lip and glanced at Bucky quickly. His eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration. His eyes looked far away. You tilted your head to the side, looking at him curiously.

“You okay?” You asked quietly, unsure what was happening.

“Yeah...yes, I just have to do something,” he rushed out, startling you.

His hands were quick to encase your face.

He pulled you forward in one motion, and his lips found yours. You jumped instinctively, but as soon as your brain caught up with your body, your lips were moving in perfect sync with his. His hands found their way to the back of your head, tangling his fingers at your roots. Your shaky hands were taking their time to find his bearded face, and you sighed into his mouth.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to remember how many times you had imagined this moment with him, but every time you had, you pictured yourself being a nervous mess. This time, though, you found yourself more comforted by his lips than anything. You hadn’t realized how badly you needed this from him. He pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath.

“I have been wanting to do that for so long,” He whispered, lips grazing your nose. You hummed, eyes still closed. There was a sense of comfort that you had never experienced before, and while your heart raced in your ears, it wasn’t from fear, but from excitement. “I hope that was okay,” He whispered, his metal hand moving the strand of hair that fell in your face.

You nodded, eyes fluttering open to look at him, “It was more than okay.”

This was a first for you. A first of feeling this heart wrenching excitement, and your first kiss. You didn’t know if you should tell him, but before you could stop yourself, you pressed another kiss to his lips. “That was my, um— that was my first...“

Bucky’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he looked over your features. His eyes suddenly went wide, “That was your first kiss?” He grabbed your tiny hands in his.

The side of your mouth quirked, and you shyly looked down at your joined hands, nodding.

“Oh, baby,” He murmured, pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t tell if there was pity or admiration in his eyes, but you couldn’t get yourself to feel anything other than overwhelming elation. “I can’t wait to show you how much more there is to life than the inside of a cell… if you let me…”

You smiled up at him, big and wide. You couldn’t wait either.

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years

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Diabolik Lovers x POC! Reader

~Warnings!~

-Slang

-Lil bit of smut

-Cursing

-May have mistakes

“If He Was Cheating On His Girlfriend With You” (Shu, Reiji, Ayato, Karlheinz)

-Shu Sakamaki

"You love me huh..."

Lip stick stains on his upper body as well as the smell of expensive alcohol littered the lazy vampire who was supposed to be home by nine. The chocolate sundae had him quiet and satisfied for the rest of the night.

"Come on... if you didn't we wouldn't be in this shit right now..."

"Why are you so noisy...."

"Because you know I'm right..." Those blue eyes of his glanced over at the melanin skin that cursed him with being unfaithful towards his other lover. Glancing up towards your face with love stirred up with annoyance. Your lips curving into a mischievous smirk.

"I do..." Shu muttered as his eyes averted to the ceiling above, unable to lie to your face. He's unable to stop feeding off your love, and your blood for that matter. Shu still doesn't understand the whole love thing but he was pretty sure that's what he felt at the moment... at least.. with you.

"I love you too..." You spoke, a bit of a pout on your face as you leaned down to him, pressing those plump lips to his ear.

"Not tell her what gotcha all caught up..."

-Reiji Sakamaki

Infidelity...

It wasn't as if he was bored with her, well... Considering his poor choices, that had to be the truth. Maybe it was as if she became boring and too predictable... too bland... Too ignorant of things. There's no good reason to turn away from said lover but his need for something more turned into an adventure he'd never thought he'd go on.

The rush, the excitement ran through his body when he saw you at such an elegant party... That's where he met you... that's where he took you... Reiji being such a proper form of person, he did not dare propose it to you there... it was at a five star hotel where you got into this issue with the sadistic male.

"Ngh~... Y-Yes sir... p-please make me.... m-make me cum~!"

After that day, it's been non stop with you both, to the point where you both have caught feelings for one another in the mist of it. It certainly wasn't right but at this point it seemed as if Reiji could care less.. his other lover was a burden..

"You'd like such a thing hm...? For me to completely impregnate you and bound you with such a task.."

Those words rang in your ear, and your pussy squeezed tightly around him. Milking him completely as your ass connected with his pelvis once more...feeling weak on the knees, Reiji watched you let go of the sheets that were giving you some type of comfort.

Its just the thought of him loving your skin, your kinky/curly hair... it had you head over heels.. so badly that you were starting to feel your heart hurt in result. Though that did not get you caught off guard with his phone ringing... it seemed like you had strength all so suddenly..

That phone was in your hand... and Reiji wasn't doing a thing about it, not anymore...

"He's with me...."

-Ayato Sakamaki

The smell of marijuana mixed with a soft smell of sugar plum was something he got used to... It overpowered the vanilla scent he used to have on him every day... from his girlfriend.

That blunt between your fingers, acrylic nails long enough to poke someone's eyes out... He remembered just seconds ago how it was around his dick.. it wasn't as if he was trying to get hard again... well, he didn't have to try.. not with you..

"Oi... don't blow it in my face.."

"Wah wah... why you cry so much..." You hypocritically spoke, considering you were just balling your eyes out as Ayato broke your back in. To be completely honest, you were quite confused as to how your nails stayed in tack the whole time...

"Yours truly does not cry..."

"But yours truly doesn't know how to listen to his wants..." You snapped back quietly before blowing out some more of that addictive scent. Ayato could've sworn he gets a second high from you doing that.. it's not like he doesn't smoke, he just tries not to because hearing his girlfriend whine about it is quite annoying.

"Break up wit her.."

"You said that yesterday..."

"E-fucking xactly...... you was here yesterday..." You spoke sassily before crossing your arms over your exposed chest, your pretty, dark skin was a whole different situation form his girlfriend... he believed himself to like pale females... though when he met you it all turned into sunshines.

"Don't make me say it twice... I ain't arguin with you yato...."

"Alright!..."

"Don't be screamin at me.. I'll throw you out... I love you tho.."

Ayato glared towards you with those green eyes, though.... he did love you in return, unable to not love you... even though you two have sex mostly every day... it's always something more, the way you laugh at all his jokes.. the way you make him laugh.. he never wants to go home to her...

-Karlheinz Sakamaki

Two complete opposites, a limo coming to a neighborhood that was not as near nice as his mansion... It wasn't a poor neighborhood, just a little neutral. He'd pop up everyday and would never miss a beat unless his purple haired wife dared to invade his personal space.

"He's ridiculous..."

The cold, pink collar on that pretty melanin skin, along with the lacy pink bra that cupped your breasts amazingly, like it was cocoa powder marshmallows. Your pink panties barely covering much, though it matched. Now... you knew for a fact that he wasn't giving the same treatment to any of his wives...

"I'm ridiculous, you say...?"

Feeling your heart jump out of your body, the random thoughts all in your pretty mind before swallowing the nervousness. (E/c) eyes glaring over to the male who was sitting on your bed. Sometimes you hated the male's vampire abilities...

"I look-.."

"Magnificent... gorgeous..."

Sighing, you walked out of your nicely smelling bathroom and closed it behind you. You just hoped that mirror wasn't teasing you, because from your pov in that mirror.. you looked hot.

That evil smirk etching onto Karlheinz's face. You've told him plenty of times that you weren't giving him a baby because of how he treats his own and how manipulative he was. Karlheinz took this as a challenge and in result, he actually fell in love with with you.. something he wasn't expecting.

Karlheinz has fondly tried to be more loving towards his children but that's going to take awhile... unlike you, they love you. Though those wives of his has some things to say about you nonetheless... especially when it was announced that you were pregnant. Only a month.. so not so noticeable whatsoever.

"Whatever..." you mumbled before those thick chocolate thighs straddled Karl, his hands were gloveless, only one ring on his finger...lightly touching at your juicy ass... that ring matched yours... and lord knows he doesn't claim his wives so out in the open...

"I know one thing tho... you better not be touchin her in the same way..."

"I'd never dare do such a thing my love..."

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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Conner Kent Week 2021, Day One: No Capes, Still Alien

“It’s a UFO.”

“It’s not a UFO.”

“It definitely is,” Bart said in a matter-of-fact tone, talking over Tim. “My brother said he once modified a radio transmitter into picking up alien transmissions and convinced an alien ship to come to Earth. And he said the landing looked just like this.”

“Your brother is insane,” Cassie, who’d previously been quiet throughout this mock-argument, spoke up. “Didn’t he blow up the cafeteria when he was in high school as revenge for budget cuts leading to smaller lunch servings?”

Bart stopped his tromping through the wilderness abruptly, and peered at Cassie with a suspicious eye. “How did you know about that?”

“You told us that story on the first week of camp,” Tim said dryly. “And anyway, this wreckage is way too small for it to be a UFO.”

“But it’s too big for it to be a person,” Bart immediately countered. “Or a person-sized being. So maybe these aliens are tiny, so they have tiny little spaceships, too.”

“Why are you two so convinced it’s aliens in the first place?” Cassie lifted a hefty tree branch, bracing it on her shoulder as the two boys scrambled underneath quickly. Then, after ducking under it herself, she let it fall to the ground gently. “I mean for all we know, it could be a drone test or rocket launch or something.”

“Hey, Cassie. Cass. Cassandra.”

“Yeah, Tim?”

“Have you seen any sci-fi movie at all?”

“I don’t like where this is going, but yes.”

Bart interrupted Tim, “It’s never a drone, or a test flight, or whatever the government or business says. That’s always a coverup. It’s usually something much more interesting, and in this case, it’s likely to be an alien.”

“Exactly,” Tim said.

Hefting the sizeable backpack higher onto her shoulders, Cassie sighed. “I feel like I should have stayed with the rest of the camp.”

“No you don’t,” Tim dismissed.

“We’re much more interesting,” Bart said, hopping in front of Tim. “You wouldn’t want to go on this adventure with anyone but us.”

“I’ve known you two for like a week,” Cassie pointed out. “We met at the beginning of this summer camp. Which you two immediately convinced me to ditch.”

“Me and Bart were planning to ditch the camp for weeks,” Tim said as Bart ran ahead. “Ever since we figured out we were going. Besides,” he shot her a cheeky grin, “Is there anyone else you’d rather go off into the woods with?”

Cassie pouted, but there was a mischievous glint in her eye that betrayed just how much fun she was having. She was reasonably certain that this borderline-illegal outcome of a summer camp she didn’t even want to attend in the first place was going to end with her being unquestionably attached to these two insane boys that had dragged her halfway through the forest on a whim. Tim’s train of thought was stopping at the same station Cassie’s was, but Bart’s had long since barged forward and accepted Cassie into his and Tim’s longstanding friendship.

“I think we’re coming up on something!” Bart called from up ahead, then doubled back to meet up with Tim and Cassie. He tugged the strap of Cassie’s backpack in a gesture to stop, the grabbed the water bottle from the side pocket and took a long sip. Wiping his mouth, he said, “There’s a clearing. But not an actual clearing. More like when water falls on a bath bomb and everything fizzles inward and out and disintegrates.”

Cassie squinted at him. “What?”

“He means the clearing didn’t used to be there,” Tim supplied helpfully. “The thing that crashed through the trees and made this wreckage stopped up ahead, and it’s, I don’t know, presence or whatever made all the trees crumble and created a clearing.”

“Like a bath bomb!”

Tim nodded at Bart. “Exactly like a bath bomb.”

Cassie stared at the two of them, then shrugged, taking it in stride. “Alright. Like a bath bomb. How far up ahead?”

“We’ve got four more giant fallen logs to climb over,” Bart informed her. “So come on, we’re almost there.”

“My entire system of speech and thought is going to be messed up beyond recognition by the time this trip is over,” Cassie sighed.

Tim shot her another one of his smirks. “That’s the plan.”

The three of them did, in fact, climb over four logs. Well, Tim and Bart climbed over the logs, while Cassie used her height to jump smoothly over them. Regardless, the they arrived at the edge of the clearing soon enough, halting their steady march for a second to take in the amount of destruction scattered about.

They could see the splintered remains of forest giants that had probably swooped towards the sky for decades, dirt and mud shoveled up and thrown around everything. And there, at the center of it all, was a boy. At least, he looked like a boy. Clad in a bodysuit of some strange, silvery material, he was sprawled out on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

“I told you it wasn’t a UFO!” Tim exclaimed, elbowing Bart. The other boy grumbled and let his hands droop down in acquiescence.

After a solid minute of staring, Bart pushed Cassie forward. “Go poke him or something to make sure he’s still alive.”

“Me?” Cassie hissed. “Why do I have to do it?”

“Because you’re the biggest, so you can protect us if he turns out to be an evil alien who wants to invade the planet.”

“Tim took jujutsu lessons!” Cassie countered.

“Technically they weren’t lessons,” Tim said. “They were more random things my older brother decided to teach me whenever he visited home every other weekend.”

Right when Cassie opened her mouth to argue, the boy on the ground groaned, stirring. The three of them froze, staring at him as he slowly sat up, a hand on his head like he was in pain. He looked around dazedly, as if trying to get his bearings, but let out a little shriek when he noticed Bart, Tim, and Cassie watching him.

For a couple solid moments, nobody dared to move, a deer-in-headlights on all four of their faces. Just when Tim was about to step forward and brave a question, the boy opened his mouth and beat him to it.

“Does my translator chip work?”

More staring, until the question filtered into Bart’s brain first and he responded, “What’s a translator chip?”

The boy’s expression brightened. “So it does work! Awesome! Uh...” Suddenly, his expression turned fearful. “Don’t hurt me! Please! I don’t want to hurt anyone either, and I really don’t want to fight.”

A moment of silence, then Cassie leaned towards Bart and said, “Is he speaking Spanish?”

“Yeah,” Bart said back.

“You know Spanish?”

“One of my friends taught me a little bit when I was a kid, and I kept learning.”

“The alien speaks Spanish,” Cassie laughed a little hysterically. “Reality just doesn’t work right around you two, does it?”

“What’s Spanish?” the boy said.

Both Tim and Cassie turned to Bart, so as designated translator, Bart stepped forward and said in a terribly American accent, “It’s, yknow, the language you’re speaking right now.”

The boy, apparently in Spanish, frowned. “The translator chip’s supposed to turn whatever I say into Earthish.”

Feeling a little like an idiot, Bart said, “We don’t...speak Earthish?”

The boy looked suitably concerned, then suddenly regretful. “Oh no. Am I not on Earth?”

“No no,” Bart said quickly. “You’re on Earth.”

Now the boy just looked confused. “Wait. What’s your planet’s official language?”

“Official language?” Bart asked. “We’re supposed to have one of those?”

At the expression that clearly conveyed the boy was out of his depth, Cassie nudged Bart and whispered, “Ask him something in English.”

“What?”

“Can you understand me?” Tim stepped forward and asked, in English.

“Whoa. Yes,” the boy said, and Cassie breathed a sigh of relief at being able to understand the boy.

However, now that the four of them were successfully able to communicate, neither of them knew exactly what to say. Eventually, Cassie broke the tension with an incredulous, “So you’re really from another planet?”

“Yes,” the boy sighed. “Hopefully you can take me to your embassy? Wait actually,” his eyes widened and he shook his head. “Don’t do that.”

“Are you on the run or something?” Tim asked.

“I...not exactly,” the boy sighed. Shuffling his feet on the ground, he asked quietly, “Do you guys have clones?”

“You’re a clone?” Bart gasped. The boy nodded miserably, but just as he began to respond, Bart steamrolled over him. “That’s so cool!”

“It’s...cool?”

Displaying a bit of tact, Tim asked, “Is it...not supposed to be cool?”

The boy shook his head. “I was supposed to be an experiment,” he said shyly. “Experiments aren’t supposed to think for themselves, but I could. So I ran away. I didn’t mean to crash land on your planet.”

“You were experimented on?” Cassie said, shocked, though Bart and Tim could hear the protectiveness in her tone. Her voice then turned steely. “You’re not planning on attacking us or killing the human race, right?”

“What? No!”

“Good. You’re coming with us.” Cassie turned to look at the two boys. “He’s coming with us, right?”

“Definitely,” Tim said, and Bart shook his head. “We could cross the forest and make it towards the gas station that’s a couple miles away. I’ve got Bruce’s credit card, so we can probably bribe someone into helping us get to an airport or something. From there, he can hide out at one of our places.”

“You’re okay with me coming with you?” the boy asked.

“Well, we already made one new friend on this trip,” Bart shrugged. “What’s one more, even if he’s an alien who crash landed from space and speaks Spanish.”

“I’m speaking Northern Kryptonian,” the boy informed them helpfully.

“Cool!” Bart said, without even hesitating. “By the way, I’m Bart. That’s Tim, and that’s Cassie. What’s your name?”

“Do you even have a name?” Tim asked. “Or identification, or something?”

“My serial number was-” the boy started making a series of clips and chirps. Apparently, alien serial numbers didn’t translate into English well.

“Yeah, we didn’t catch any of that,” Bart said.

The boy seemed to think for a second, then straightened, with a resolved smirk on his face, self-deprecating yet fierce. “Call me Kon.”

“Kon?”

Kon smiled. “Alien inside joke. It’s nice to meet you.”

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can you tell i had no idea how to end this? bc i had no idea how to end this. anyway, i am not going to miss a single day on kon week, i’m not. special thanks to jpeg for providing his very loving support and encouragement.

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shokobuns · 3 years

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“taste”

in which you and sukuna worry about what to eat for dinner.

pairing: stepdad!sukuna ryomen x f!reader

genre: smut, taboo, dark

word count: 1.9k

warnings: dark content, stepcest, fingering, oral (f receiving) during period, drug use (marijuana), blood, bloodplay, idk mans eats her out while she’s on her period, dubcon (if you squint), slight mommy issues, manipulation (kind of), overstimulation, daddy kink, high sex

note: characters are aged up

“What’s got you all grumpy?”

You open your eyes, the first thing you see being the man covered in tattoos standing three feet in front of you wearing an expression of slight concern on his face. His hands are in his hoodie pockets, sweatpants hanging dangerously from his hips. You resist the urge to look lower, limiting your vision to just his head as you look up at him from the couch.

“Just that time of the month. Plus, mom’s working again, so I gotta cook.”

“I could cook, too, you know,” he offers, plopping himself down next to you on the couch, “You want soup? Some noodles?”

“Yeah, sure, I’m not really hungry right now, though,” you reply, getting up and walking towards your room, “I’ll see you later.”

“Where’re you goin’?” he asks, making himself comfortable in your previous spot.

“My room.”

By the time you reply, your hand is already on the doorknob and you’re quickly making your way to your bed, hiding yourself under the covers. It doesn’t matter if anything happened or not because that uneasy warmth in your lower tummy started to bloom again and it’s embarrassing. It’s shameful, it’s not right, but most of all, it’s wrong. It’s wrong, but it doesn’t stop the feeling.

He’s probably smoking in the living room again and you know because the strong smell creeps into your room and it does every time your mom is on a business trip. Without her around, there’s no one to scold him, no one to fix him and you’re stuck with this version of Sukuna. This version of Sukuna who doesn’t hold back on his habits whether it be out of spite or the lack of self control. But everything is fine as long as there’s a wall between the two of you. At least that’s what you think.

It all starts with a soft knock on your door.

“Are you alright, princess?”

You don’t respond, only burying yourself deeper into your covers, waiting for the sound of the footsteps to signify that he’s gone.

“I know you’re awake. I just wanna help you.”

You give in, walking over to your door and opening it. You’re met with the sight of your stepdad with his hair messier than usual, the hoodie long gone and replaced with a loose t-shirt that’s a little too short on him. He leans on your doorway, scanning your dimly lit room with red eyes. He stinks of marijuana, like he always does, and you pinch your nose. “What do you want?”

“Jeez, just trying to help you,” he answers, a soft smile on his face, “You did say you were on your period. I can get you something, you know.”

“No, thanks.” you reply, attempting to close the door, but he prevents it, holding it open with one hand, “You know, if you’re having stomach pains, I can let you have a hit.”

It would be your first time. Sure, you’ve smelled, seen, and interacted with him in this state, but never got the offer to actually smoke a joint with him. And it’s not like you were opposed to smoking at all, but you were scared. You’re hesitant, weighing out each pro and con while the pain in your stomach begs you to take the offer. But the other, more rational, part of you reminds you what you’re scared of - what you might do, what you might say - and it makes the simple offer more and more complicated.

And just like that, your mind snaps back into your body. “Fine.”

“Alright, then.”

You’re back on the couch, patiently waiting for him to finish rolling up and you hate admitting this, even if it’s only your mind, but he looks good while doing it, staring right at you while he licks the paper. You don’t realize it until he’s snapping his fingers in front of your face, but you were staring back, and there’s a slight smile on his face that’s almost mischievous. “This is your first time, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. You always want to get high with someone you trust, you know?” he says, holding up the lighter.

Someone you trust, huh.

It’s one bold assumption -- the assumption that you trust him at all -- but the more you come out of your room from time to time, seeing the contrasting attitudes between him and your mom, seeing the differences in how each person treats you, you wonder who’s at fault. When you hear the screaming match, is it really him that’s in the wrong? When his hand brushes over your bare legs and those butterflies flutter in your stomach is it his fault that you feel that way? Each question is hard to answer and each feeling is hard to decipher, but you’ll figure it out at some point.

You suck in the smoke, letting it fill your lungs before going into a coughing fit while Sukuna hysterically laughs at you. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you let out a quiet apology for not being able to inhale more. “Don’t worry about it, it’s your first time.” He reassures you, letting his arm fall in the spot behind you before taking another hit from the joint in your hand.

By your third hit, you start to feel lighter and lighter, and your eyelids start to get heavy. Everything looks and feels hazy, so much that you don’t even register the hand trailing on your thigh, getting higher and higher. It’s a soft touch, only a caress, but you’re giggling and soon enough turning your face towards his. And you don’t realize how close you two are until your noses touch and his breath fans over your lips.

“You trust me, right? Jus’ wanna help you,” he mutters and you nod, looking up at him with half lidded eyes.

It’s one bold assumption, each question in your mind hard to answer, each feeling hard to decipher, but there’s one that stands out: Why does it matter who’s at fault anyways?

He leans in, lips meeting each other in a messy kiss. It’s wet, rough, and his teeth nibble on your bottom lip, causing your mouth to open as you let him in. You let him help you and he gets right to work, pulling down your shorts until the only thing separating your wet heat from his hand is your underwear. And your pad. Panic shoots through your veins once you realize it. “Stop! Wait!” you hold his hand, weakly keeping it away from your crotch.

“I’m on my period, remember?”

“Gonna help you. Don’t care if it’s messy.” he replies, settling himself between your legs, breath practically blowing over your clothed core.

He pulls down your underwear, paying no attention to the pad sticking on the inside. One well manicured finger prods at your entrance, slipping through your slick cunt and curling in the process before he adds another. You’re already hypersensitive from the high and your monthly, the states intensifying every movement of his two fingers and you’re already close, walls fluttering and the knot in your tummy unraveling. “Now? It’s only been a minute, babygirl.” he chuckles, watching your body squirm.

“Give me another,” he commands and you nod weakly, dark pink and red arousal dripping onto the white couch, staining the pure material. Your hands tangle themselves in pinkish blonde hair, letting out tiny mewls while his fingers thrust into you at a rapid speed, his thumb rubbing against your little pearl. He hits the spongy spot inside of you, the stimulation of both places bringing you more and more and waves of pleasure, whines filling up the entirety of the living room.

“C-Close, daddy,” you pant out, your hole squeezing tight around thick fingers, the feeling of ecstasy reverberating all over your body.

“I know, babygirl,” he coos, one hand prying your legs apart. He watches you come apart, a look of admiration in his face, his lips curving upwards in an evil grin, “But you’re gonna have to give one more.”

“I-I can’t, daddy. I’m sorry-”

“I said, one more,” he growls, a clear shift from his loving tone, “So selfish.”

His fingers don’t stop, only fucking into you harder and faster from his previous pace. His fingers are covered in blood, but he doesn’t care, burying them deep into your overstimulated cunny, curling them as your back arches and your hands grip the cushions. “I can’t do it, please-”

“Sure, you can,” he replies before his mouth latches around your clit, a slight metallic taste on his tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you lose the ability to form coherent sentences while the tip of his tongue teases the little nub. The lewd sound of his mouth sucking onto the pearl joins in with your moans and the squelching from him fucking into your little hole. He’s ruining your pussy with his mouth and his fingers alone, waves of pleasure crashing onto you, your pink release coating his digits.

“D-Daddy,” you whine, pressure building up in your lower stomach, your period long forgotten.

“I know,” he smirks, feeling your walls pulsate, rubbing against all of the right places, “I know, babygirl.”

As you come down from your high, you look down at the mess, paranoia flooding your mind, but Sukuna’s hand trails down your thigh, a silent form of reassurance. You’re slowly calming down until you see red slick on his fingers and you feel the need to apologize profusely. Though, he reads you like a book and smirks, bringing them up to his lips and licking it all off, sucking them as if they tasted like honey, savoring the taste of your bloody cunny.

“I said I was gonna help you. You should trust me more, yeah?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“You should be sorry,” he replied, his breath fanning over your pussy, “But you can make it up to me by letting me eat this sweet pussy, hm?”

Your body is floating, your sense of judgement and humiliation foggy from the high of your orgasm, unable to form a coherent form of refusal. You’re already flustered from the way he’s been treating your bleeding cunt, but there’s a sense of hunger in his eyes and that’s when you know he doesn’t care either way. Sukuna takes this lack of response as approval and suddenly his tongue is diving into your overstimulated pussy, licking up all you had to offer.

He licks up from your hole before sucking his clit into your mouth, slurping up your folds like he was a starved man. It’s clear he doesn’t care about the red that covers up the lower half of his face. In fact, you’d think he enjoys it, cherishes the metallic taste on his tongue. Every time your hole clenches around nothing, he moans into your cunt, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

“You taste like the sweetest fucking candy, princess,” he comments, pulling away from your cunt before diving back in.

You’re overcome with bliss and he keeps on lapping at your folds, trying to take in the entirety of your release, barely even allowing for your recovery, walls convulsing with every movement of his tongue. His hands support your shaking thighs as you look down at where his lips meet your core and he’s looking right at you, watching your pretty face as you come down at the sight. When he pulls away from the final time, he gives your inner thigh a kiss followed by a hard bite and a hickey.

“Thanks for the dinner.”

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Little Shit:

Part 1: Wrapped Around A Finger

This is for week 96 of @wackydrabbles prompt: I can't -- I have a deadline. Prompt will be in bold.

Okay, so I couldnt fit all of this into the 2000 word limit and had to break it up and didn't have the heart to cut.

@kingliam2019 you made a request for a Little Shit story on New Year’s Eve and it only took 5 months to come up with something, so this one is for you.

If you're unfamiliar with the Little Shit series (because it has been over a year since I wrote anything for it) Nikolas is Liam and Riley's 5 year old mischievous son who just can't help from wreaking havoc, especially toward Drake. He enjoys getting a rise out of him even if he does love his Uncle ... for the most part.

Warning: Crude Language. Mention of Covid and vaccinations.

Word count: 1928

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Returning from the stables one afternoon, Drake was stopped at the palace door by security -- again -- for not wearing the required mask to enter.

“Mr. Walker, I’m afraid you need to have a mask on before I can allow you inside. I have to tell you this every day.”

“That because I fucking live here,” Drake grumbled as he snagged the offered surgical mask from the guard.

“Not in the common areas, Mr. Walker.”

“You know this whole virus thing is just a conspiracy and Liam is using it to control all of us, right? He’s gone mad. This shit’s never gonna end.”

“I understand, sir.” The guard waited patiently as Drake begrudgingly slipped the mask over his face. “Perhaps, though, there is an alternative, one where you wouldn’t have to wear one anymore. They’re offering free vaccines in room 105 today. If you get the shot, you won’t need to wear a mask when you come inside,” the guard cajoled.

Drake let out a humorless laugh.“I’m sure that’s exactly what Liam wants: make a guinea pig out of me. Pump me full of that radioactive shit and in five years I’ll have a tail growing out of my face. No thanks.” Drake disregarded the information and moved past the man.

“But, sir .. .they’re giving away bottles of whiskey to the first 100 recipients. Last I heard, they were close to reaching that number. Top of the line stuff too.”

Drake turned on the heel of his work boots, glaring back, before asking skeptically. “Whiskey? They’re giving away alcohol to get this damn shot?” The guard nodded in response.

“Glenfiddich -- 1955, I believe. The King paid for it himself.”

Drake’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s a $90,000 bottle! And they’re just giving them away if you get this shot?”

“I … um … yes. His Majesty wants to reward those who are doing their part to create a healthier and safer Cordonia. He won’t rest until every last citizen is vaccinated from this dreaded virus. We can all fight this … together. What do you say, Mr. Walker? Will you help stop the spread?”

“For a $90,000 bottle of whiskey? Hell yeah! I’ll grow two tails out my heads for -- hold on a damn minute …” Drake burrowed his eyes into the guard who was sweating bullets, desperate for him to leave. “Where the hell is Nikolas at? This whole thing reeks of him..” Drake’s eyes began darting around the perimeter in a feverish search for the little prince’s battery operated car. “That little shit is blackmailing you, isn’t he? I should have known.”

The guard straightened and answered in a solemn tone, “I’m a serious professional, Mr. Walker. And I take your accusations of being anything but, demeaning to the loyalty and oath I’ve given to the Crown. How dare you stand there --”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise.” Drake ran a hand down his weary face in frustration. “It’s just that kid is the bane of my existence. I’ve had a long, hard day at work and I’m in no mood for his fucking stunts.”

The guard waved him off. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I’ve heard all about the stuff he’s pulled on you.” He leaned in closer and spoke in a hushed tone, “Between you and me, he’s a little pain in my ass too; always coming down here acting like he runs this place. If you ever need help teaching that kid a lesson, I’d be happy to help.”

Drake arched a brow. “Loyalty to the crown, huh?” The man regarded that retort with an awkward shrug. “Yeah, he needs his ass busted, that’s for sure. Liam thinks he just needs a little more love. I’d like to show him the Bianca F. Walker way of love.” He slammed his hands together.

The guard chuckled. “I’m with you on that. He needs something done; he’s out of control … Anyway, you should probably head on up there and get your shot -- and whiskey -- before they’re all out. I wish I’d have waited to get mine until today.”

Twisting his face in doubt, Drake walked around the corner and leaned up against the wall as he pulled out his phone. Something just didn’t feel right, and he determined the safest thing to do was shoot off a quick text to his best friend.

Drake: Liam, are you really giving away Glenfiddich, 1955, to get the Covid vaccine?

He waited a brief moment until a response came through; he looked down at his phone and read:

Liam: Yes.

Drake: Is that all you have to say about that?

Liam: Yes.

Liam: I am in meeting for Cordonia.

Drake tilted his head to the side and scratched at it as he stared at the odd message. He typed out another response.

Drake: What kind of meeting for Cordonia? And with who?

Liam: Top secret. Can't tell you.

Drake: Uh-huh. Where’s Nikolas?

Liam: With Riley and baby in Vallteria

Liam: Shit. Valtoria

Drake: What’s the capital of the United States?

Liam: Damn it Drake I’m in a meeting!

Drake: Then hurry up and answer

Liam: Washington D.C.

Drake: Who shot me at the costume ball?

Liam: You son of a bitch. IM IN A MEETING!

Drake let out a heavy groan and decided to just call Riley. He knew without a doubt Nikolas took Liam’s phone again. If he called Riley, though, there was no way the boy could pretend he was her.

Picking up almost instantly, Riley answered cheerfully, “Hello. Queen Riley speaking.”

“Riley, it’s Drake. I was just wondering if you and Liam were really giving away whiskey for getting this shot? Sounds a little fishy to me.”

There was a moment of silence, then a clicking noise, followed by a long beep, before Riley replied. “Yes. We. Are. Giving. Away …. Whiskey. Get.The.Shot.Drake.”

“The hell is wrong with your voice?”

“I.Am.In.Valtoria.”

“Riley, why the fuck are you enunciating every word?”

“I. Have. A. Cold. And. Must.Talk.Slow. Nikolas.Is.With.Me. And. I. Must. Get ... Going. Bye. Drake ...You. Ass. Hole.”

Drake rolled his eyes and slipped the phone in his back pocket. “He’s got her phone, too. Damn that evil-ass kid.” He hesitantly made his way down to room 105; it wouldn’t hurt anything just to open the door and see if there was anything legit about this. As he approached, a lovely lady he knew from the kitchen exited with a big smile on her aging face and a bottle she cradled in her arms; he recognized it almost instantly as the Glenfiddich.

“Miss Milly,” Drake greeting kindly and held the door open for her. “You’re looking as lovely as ever.”

“Oh, you.” She laughed bashfully in her grandmotherly voice as she stepped into the corridor. “You’re always flirting with me, Drake. One of these days, I’m going to make you take me out on a date, buy me dinner, and give me a peck on the cheek at the end of the night.”

Drake smiled back fondly at her. “You just tell me when, Miss Milly, and I’m there.” He motioned to the bottle in her hand. “Say … couldn’t help but notice that bottle of whiskey you’re carrying around; where’d you get that at? That brand doesn’t come cheap.”

“Ohhh, I know. But I heard they were giving shots in that room right there.” She pointed with a crooked finger. “And they said I was the 99th person to stop by, and gave this to me after getting my shot. I couldn’t believe my luck. And they only have one bottle left. I can finally put my grandson through college.”

“That’s great! And you said there is still one more bottle left?”

She nodded her head. “Yes. But you better hurry. One of the chefs is on his way here for a shot as well.”

Drake hurriedly kissed her on the cheek and opened the door. Thank you, Miss Milly!” He stepped inside, then stopped and whipped his head back out the door. “Milly, wait. Have you seen Prince Nikolas today?”

“Yes, he left with the Queen after breakfast this morning. I believe they mentioned going to Valtoria.”

Drake rubbed his hands together anxiously and thanked her. He’d known the cook for years, she’s the sweetest person he knew. There was no way she would cover for Nikolas, and Drake couldn’t imagine the boy would have any dirt to hold over her head.

When the door shut, Nikolas grinned mischievously from a dark alcove where he was parked in his black 12V Mercedes Benz S63. “This is the day I’ve been waiting for.”

He set his laptop and both parents' phones in the passenger seat and slowly pulled out. He paid $100 to Milly and asked her to put the bottle back in his father’s liquor cabinet and rolled a few paces to room 105.

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After filling out medical forms, the palace doctor ushered Drake behind a curtain where a long rectangular table and folding chair sat. Taking the seat, Drake watched the doctor slip on a pair of gloves and pull a small tube of lube out of his lab coat pocket. Drake furrowed his brows in confusion. “Heh. What’s the lube for?” he chuckled lightly. “I’m just here for a shot, man. Nothing else is going in me.”

“Just relax, Mr. Walker. It’s all part of the process.” A squirt of clear liquid was squeezed onto the doctor's two gloved fingers as he held them up. “On your medical forms you denied having a physical exam in the past year. I just need to do a quick exam and check for rectal polyps.”

Drake started laughing in amusement, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’ve got to be shittin' me. So let me get this straight. I can’t get a shot until you stick your fingers in my ass to check for ‘polyps?’ Yeah, that’s happening. What a bunch of horse malarky.”

The doctor let out an annoyed huff. “I see you didn’t read over the information forms. They never do,’ he mumbled. “Look, if you want me to wait here all day while you figure out what to do, I can’t -- I have a deadline to finish here. Now if you’ll move along, I have another patient waiting; you’re free to go.”

And Drake knew he was. But that expensive bottle of Glenfiddich was calling his name. He glanced over to that one last beautiful bottle sitting atop a desk on the far side of the room, calling his name. Selling it for even half of what it was worth would afford him enough to move the hell out of the palace and get the freedom from Nik he desired. Rubbing a hand over the scruff on his chin, Drake's timid gaze turned from the bottle to the doctor. He could handle a finger or two in ass for a few seconds if t made him $90,000 richer.

“Okay. What do I need to do?”

Nikolas quietly typed on the keyboard of his laptop from the opposite side of the curtain. The images from the hidden cameras plastered on the wall where Drake was seated popped into view on his screen. Feeding a link to, and overriding the broadcast feed at the CBC, Nik crouched down low and waited with little beady eyes for the exam to begin. “Perfect ...Okay, Doc, let’s see if you can get a hole in one.”

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