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chaepink · 1 year

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DAY 8: 7 MINUTES IN HELL | RUINED ORGASM

tanjiro is just so innocent and adorable that you can't help be mean to him when the two of you are paired up for 7 minutes in heaven

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ tanjiro kamado x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, mean!reader, shy!virgin!tanjiro, dom/sub dynamics, praise, dacryphilia, begging, hand job (in a cramped closet), ruined orgasm, mention of drinking, college au, 7 minutes in heaven

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 2.5k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

It was supposed to be a harmless party. You only went there for the food and for some fun with your friends, not to flirt or hookup with anyone. But when one of your friends dragged you to a crowd of people, telling you that they were playing 7 minutes in heaven, you were too tipsy to say no.

So here you are, sitting in a circle with some strangers and friends as the glass bottle in the middle spins around to decide which two people would go into a closet and do who knows what.

Minutes pass as the first pair gets chosen which turns out to be one of your friends and her crush. Good for her, you think, watching as they make their way towards the closet designated for this game.

Seven minutes pass and you hear an alarm ring to signal the end of the first pair.

You grimace a little when you see two people exit the closet, the girl giggling and the guy smirking at his friends with a hand around her waist. You see them leave the room and your mind immediately assumes they're going to fuck later.

Maybe you should leave the game, you're not really looking for a hookup at the moment nor a significant other.

"andddd the next pair is [name] and tanjiro! Please make your way towards the closet over there."

You snap out of your train of thought and widen your eyes, your head snapping towards the middle. You weren't expecting to be chosen so early in the game, especially with such a huge group playing.

Normally the person you usually get paired up with isn't your type, which ends up with the two of you just sitting in the closet in awkward silence as the seven minutes count down.

But as you look up from the bottle in the middle take a look at tanjiro, you can't help but think he's rather cute with his face already bright red, pretty eyes, and stuttered replies to his friends' teasing.

You remember seeing him around a few times as well as in a few of your classes at the back of the room by himself. He's always either reading a book or typing on his laptop.

The one time you two were paired up for a class project he was still quiet but weirdly enough, he avoided your eye contact whenever you were talking to him and throughout the whole project, he was all red and stuttering. You assumed that he didn't like social interaction and that's why he was acting so weird with you.

Even now, you haven't even realized that he was at the same party as you.

As you stand up, you see him sneaks a glance at you and he only turns even redder when he notices that you've caught him looking at you. To ease his nerves, you offer him a small smile which he quickly turns away from.

Your friends loudly cheer you on and you can only laugh at them, rolling your eyes at how drunk they are.

You make your way to the designated closet and open it to find a dimly lit room. You sit on the floor, patiently waiting for tanjiro. The strong smell of alcohol floods your nose and you slightly cringe.

Seconds pass and a small thought in your head wonders if tanjiro is actually going to enter or not. It would be awkward enough for you two to just sit here in silence but it would be even worse if he didn't come in at all and you were left to spend all seven minutes in here alone.

Your thoughts get interrupted by a quiet knock and a certain squeaky voice asking a question.

"Can i- Can i c-come in?" There's a slight pause and before you can answer, you hear the same voice speak again . "P-Please?"

You giggle at his cute mannerism and the way he nicely asked to enter.

"Yes tanjiro, you can come in." From outside the door, tanjiro feels his heart beat faster at the way his name came from your mouth. Even though you said it rather normally, it was the fact he heard you, his crush, say his name.

The door opens and you see Tanjiro enter, noticing the faint blush still on his face and the nervous expression that he has on.

He shuts the door and hesitates where to sit on the floor before he opts to sit side to side with you—far enough so that he hopes you wouldn't feel uncomfortable but still rather close due to how little room the closet offered.

The two of you just sit there in awkward silence as you take glances at the boy from the corner of your eyes. You notice him blush a little and let out a nervous cough before turning his head to look away from you, leading you to realize he may have noticed you looking at him.

"Oh sorry." You curse at yourself for embarrassing yourself like that before you quickly regain your composure. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, of course. Like we can do what we're doing right now and sit here in silence the entire time."

You notice him cringe at the mention at how, instead of doing what you're normally supposed to do during 7 minutes of heaven, the two of you are just sitting here in silence.

But its not as if tanjiro thinks he has the guts himself to even do anything with you in this closet. He's sure he'll make a fool out of himself if he even tried to talk to you!

You realize what you just said and widen your eyes. You place a hand between the two of you as you lean your face closer to him to apologize. Tanjiro has to hold back a shiver when he feels your body coming closer.

"I didn't mean it like that it's just-"

You can't find anything else to say as words die on your tongue but soon your eyes start to roam his body, noticing the way he's sitting. His right knee is pressed against his chest as his left is straightened across the floor, leading you to notice the rather obvious bulge in his pants.

"Holy shit are you hard right now?"

You notice him freeze up before quickly bringing his left knee to his chest, covering his bulge from you.

"N-No."

Even with the dim light, you're sure your vision didn't betray you. You lean even closer to him, the alcohol in you only giving you more confidence. You grin at the blush on his face.

"Don't try to hide it, i'm sure i saw correctly Tanjiro." Deciding to have a little fun with him, you move to whisper into his ear.

"You know, i can help you if you want." Tanjiro shivers at the feeling of your hot breath on his ear as he tries to silence a whimper but you hear it anyways.

He squeezes his legs together and covers his face with his arms.

"Please." You barely hear the small plea he lets out but you grin when you realize what he's begging for.

"Please what, hm?" You tilt your head at him in feign confusion. He slowly raises his head to look at you with a flushed face and tears in his eyes.

"Please help me, it hurts."

Something in you yells for you to absolutely make those tears in his eyes fall and you coo at him as you begin to crawl towards him, leading him to quickly move backwards and into a wall.

You have him backed against a wall as he squeezes his eyes shut, avoiding your stare yet again. His legs are slightly open and you use your hands to push them apart, exposing his his bulge to you.

Your hand ghosts over the bulge, making him gasp.

"When did you get this, huh? Did i cause this?" He nods slowly and you tap his cheek with your other hand. "Words, baby. I can't do anything if I don't know what you're thinking about."

Tanjiro whines at the pet name as he slowly opens his mouth to answer.

"Y-Yes." Your heart swells at how adorable he's being as you ghost over the bulge again.

"That means i have to fix it, doesn't it? Since i caused it in the first place."

He immediately widens his eyes and looks at you. Before he could say anything, you place your full hand on the bulge and squeeze. Tanjiro throws a hand over his mouth to muffle the moan he let out but you quickly shove the hand away with a 'tsk'.

"I wanna hear how good im making you feel, tanjiro. Let out your noises for me, alright?" Tanjiro can only open his mouth but nothing comes out, the words he was going to say dying on his tongue.

So he nods. He awaits another squeeze but instead your hand trails up his pants and grips the waist of his pants, feeling the heat radiating from his body.

"Be a good boy and take this off, yeah?" You don't have to say it twice as Tanjiro rushes to follow your command, quickly unzipping his pants and shimmying out of it before haphazardly throwing it somewhere in the cramped closet. Then he sits back down in front of you, eyes wide and waiting for your next order.

His obedience and rush to follow your commands only spurs you on even more.

Your eyes rake his body and you watch as Tanjiro turn shyer after realizing how he just acted. Your eyes trail from his red face to his still covered chest and down to his crotch where the bulge is still visible.

Squinting your eyes a little, you're able to make out a small wet patch on his underwear where his dick is. God, is he so pathetic.

You lazily trail your nail up and down his dick, a mere thin material separating you from where you know Tanjiro wants you the most.

Sure you could just make him cum right then and there but of course, whats the fun in that?

A sly grin appears on your face.

"You're already so hard and I've barely really done anything, isn't that right?" You can't help but laugh, making Tanjiro turn red in shame and embarrassment.

"What? It's almost like you're a virgin or something." Tanjiro halts at that and his reaction makes realization dawn on you. Oh.

"Shit, are you actually a virgin?" You raise your eyebrows when Tanjiro shyly nods. But weirdly enough, you don't mind that he's a virgin. Something in you screams for you to absolutely ruin him.

"If thats so," you murmur at him. "Then don't worry, i'll make you feel good."

Without hesitation, you slip his dick out of his underwear, revealing it to the cold air which makes Tanjiro shiver. You notice how red it is, most likely from how uncomfortable it was in his pants. Wrapping a hand around it, you watch as pre drips from the tip and down. Slowly, you begin to pump his dick up and down.

Tanjiro chokes on his spit as the sudden shock of pleasure. The tightness and warmth of your hand and the way you're squeezing his dick has him throwing his head back against the wall. His jaw goes slack at the addicting feeling. He's masturbated before but nothing can compare to how you're stroking and touching his dick.

Soon enough, whines and moans—all coming from him—fill the room. It's not long till you begin to speed up, your thumb rubbing his tip and gathering the pre that escaped from the top.

The contrast of your softness before and your demeanor now has his head spinning.

"O-Oh god."

"How's it feel, Tanjiro?" You say, teasingly. Sure his adorable noises that are loud enough for someone outside the door to hear tell you enough about how he's feeling but you think it'll be cute if he tries to tell you verbally.

"It f-feels so good. Please- ah! Please! K-Keep going.."

He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his hand to keep his noises quiet. You notice small tears threatening to fall from the corner of his eyes.

"Let those tears fall, Tanjiro. I want to see you cry from how good you're feeling."

He feels something weird stirring in his stomach at that. Something inside him wants to listen to your orders, to have you praise him. So when the pleasure continues to rack up his body, he feels those tears falling down his face. You feel him begin thrusting into your fist eagerly and you coo at him. His dick begins to leak out even more pre, coating your hand in the substance.

"So eager, aren't you?" He nods rapidly, preferring not to say anything in fear on embarrassing him due to just the amount of noises escaping him. The room floods with the wet sound of your hand against his dick. It sounds so lewd that Tanjiro lets out a whimper.

"Such a good boy."

The feeling in his stomach grows bigger and its almost like a coil about to snap. He feels the need to tell you.

"[N-Name] please! I'm so c-close pleasepleaseplease-"

He speeds up his thrusting, wanting so bad to get to his high. It feels so close yet so far but when you suddenly lift your hand off his throbbing dick, his orgasm suddenly feels too far. The loss of warmth around his dick hits him before the lack of pleasure does and he's quick to snap his eyes open to look at you.

He panics at the feeling of his orgasm fading away and he quickly grabs your hand.

"W-Wait please!"

You click your tongue in displeasure, making Tanjiro instantly drop your hand. You admire the sight in front of you. His hair is ruffled up, button up shirt stained a little from his cum, and dick out and hard. The position he's in looks so sinful with his legs spread out to show his whole body to you.

"[Name] why did you stop!" He cries out, feeling his dick throb. It's so hard it hurts. "I-I was so close!"

You only give him a small smile. "You haven't been keeping track of the time have you?"

He doesn't get it but then it hits him, the game you two have been playing. Though before he could say anything else, he hears a voice shout from outside.

"7 minutes is up!"

He stares at you in shock. Did you know that it was almost time and that's why you teased him like that? Realization dawns on him, you're so mean.

"Did you-" You slightly shrug but the grin on your face gives it away. You knew that time was almost up and so you gave him the pleasure of a handjob only to rip away the feeling at the last second. You gave him a glimpse of what actual pleasure feels like and left him addicted and wanting more.

Tanjiro can only stare when you stand up to brush off your pants. "Well you heard them, time's up."

You grin at him and make your way towards the door, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. But before you leave him in the closet, you decide to tease him just a little more.

"Find me after this party, alright? Maybe next time we can do something longer than 7 minutes."

And then you shut the door, leaving Tanjiro blushing red and hoping to run into you later again. Sure, you're mean. But he realizes how much he loves it when you are.

note: lol this is so unrealistic cause this is def longer than 7 minutes. its fiction tho

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icantpickabiasugh · 1 year

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Our Secret-yjw

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Our secret- yang Jungwon

Parring-Yang Jungwon x fem!reader

Summary- Dim lights and locker room vibes leave mutual friends in a bit of a situation

Word count- 1k+

Warnings- SMUT!! Hickeys, making out, awkwardness, like bit of fluff. Lmk if there is anything more!

Reading time-4 minutes (in head)

A/n. Heyyy so this is my first fan fic ever I’m kinda nervous ahhh. Sorry it took awhile it’s currently 1:30 am but I wanted to post something before I went to bed! I was writing the Han fic but hit a bit of a wall so I quickly wrote this I was planning on doing a pt. 2 but only if you guys want. Please please PLEASE send feedback I could really use it! Enjoy my loves-☺️😘

You didn’t like going out much, you felt that it was a waste of time to get wasted with a bunch of people you didn’t know in a hot gross frat house, instead you rather liked the idea of spending your Saturday nights on the couch with your favorite drama and some snacks.

“Come on y/n, it’s the pep rally you HAVE to come!”

“Do I though, do I really”

Your friend Yujin however loved going out and meeting new people.

“Oh come on party pooper it’s your second year here and away from home and you’ve only been to TWO parties, you know how sad that is y/n?”

“FINE fine! But as after I’m going home I’m not leaving to some party”

You’d meet up with all your friends and their friends at the pep rally and go find a good view with some drinks and snacks

You left to go to the bathroom.

Excusing yourself from the group you go to the locker rooms looking for the bathroom.

You’re just outside the boy's football team’s locker room near the bathrooms you see Jungwon exiting giving him a small smile and walking past a couple feet away he calls out your name.

“Hey y/n”

Slowly turning around to look at him a bit confused

“Y-yeah? Jungwon?”

Jungwon was a part of your friends circle but you never really talked you saw a lot of his posts and comments on insta though and you did have the occasional chat online but that was about it what would he want to talk about?

“I was wondering y-you don’t post about Changbin anymore, did d-did you guys break up?”

“Ah y-yeah we did about three months ago”

“Oh well I’m-im sorry”

“Ah no need to be it was mutual”

“Well in that case I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out… sometime?”

“That'd be great Jungwon id love to”

Hearing keys rattling and someone jogging you get startled as Jungwon quickly pulls you into the changing rooms

“Wha-“

“Shhhh, we’re not meant to be here. Quietly run into that shower stall”

He softly whispers into your ear.

Backed against the wall and Jungwon’s body you are stuck breathing in his intoxicating scent you watch as he peeks out of the small stall and out into the looker room

“I think they’re leaving”

A second after saying so he’s push-up against your faces mere inches apart. He puts a finger to his lips brushing yours in the process

Sighing in relief he straightens up his posture a little

“S-sorry I didn’t mean to-mhnp”

Quick to shut him up you pull him in for a kiss by the back of his neck

“Mmhm~mmm y-y/n we should~mmhm mmm s-stop”

Pulling away confused you look at him

“D-do you not like me!?”

"NO no I-I do I really do it’s just, are YOU sure you want to do this? I get it if you're not over your last relationship-“

“What are you on about of course I want this I've wanted this for 3 years”

Wha- t-three years!?”

“Yes okay, now shut up and kiss me”

“Fine by me”

You and Jungwon had been gone from your friends for like fifteen minutes now and since then things had gotten a little more heated.

Your hand where in his hair as he suckles on your skin just under your ear his hand held your waist as he kisses the span of your neck making a trail back to your lips he moans as you pull his hair.

“Fuck I want you so bad”

“We can’t, the game will be over soon and the others will want to leave”

“Fuck the game and fuck the others I want you here and I want you now”

“Hell Jungwon you're so hot”

Releasing a shaky breath he moves to pull up your dress.

Moving your panties to the side he runs a finger through your folds and up your slit you moan at the feeling

“Ohh shit, Jungwon please”

“Please what baby, use your words”

“Please fuck me, ahh please I need it”

“Good girl” he growls in your ear undoing his pants and pulling his hard cock out it hits his stomach with a slap

“Jump baby”

Doing so you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. positioning his cock at your entrance he slides it up and down your folds teasing you a bit

“You sure you want this baby”

“Couldn’t be more certain, now hurry up and put it in”

“Nghhh fuck baby you're so tight”

Giving you time to adjust to his size you slowly start rolling your hips on his.

Now Jungwon wasn’t awfully long as he was thick with a long vein running from the base of his cock to his pretty pink tip

As he stands moving he starts finding a steady pace and angle after shifting a bit he hit a squishy spot inside of you that felt just oh so good seeming happy with the sudden loud moan he’s pulled from you he smirks

“Did I find it, baby”

To fucked dumb to give a response you babble out his name.

He soon picks up the pace hitting that spot fast and hard each time

“J-Jungwon I’m gonna-fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it baby cum all over my big cock”

“Ahh ahh fuck shit I can’t hold it!”

He whispers in your ear one last time holding you tight against him “cum”

He’s quick to follow suit cumming deep In you he fucks you both through your highs

Pulling out he replaces his cock with his two fingers

“Keep it In for me yeah?”

Nodding softly you catch your breath and let him take care of you

“You did so good for me, I’m so proud” he whispers kissing your teary cheeks

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Walking hand in hand back to your friends you find them coming the opposite way

“Hey there you guys are we’ve been looking for you two for ages” called out Sunoo

“Hey why are you guys holding hands” Jake questions

“Y/n IS THAT A HICKEY on your neck!!?” Yujin yells running at you

“Shit” you mutter under your breath.

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#enhypen ff #enhypen jungwon #enhypen hard hours #yang jungwon #kpop #enhypen smut #kpop smut #enhypen #jungwon #enhypen x female reader

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lilyrizzy · 1 year

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Hi I love your writing!! I wish I had that talent. I was wondering if you have any thoughts of what happened next after Omega Daniel and Baby Alpha Max mated

anon you are very sweet! for you, i hope you like it

When Daniel woke up in his Singapore hotel room, every inch of him was throbbing. His head, his thighs, his fucking hole. His neck. He'd wanted to get up, to tugs the curtains the rest of the way closed so the the evil sliver of sunlight bathing his face would disapear, but he couldn't. Half lying on top of him, Max's hands were covering his skin possessively, one on his tit and one low on his stomach, fingers splayed wide.

This is still nice, a treterous part of Daniel's brain had told him.

Then, Max had looked up at him to smile, letting Daniel see the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and he'd realised how fucked they both were.

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"You are angry at me," Max says for the sixth time since they boarded the plane. Max's plane, his new and flashy private charter that Daniel had teased him for being a poor attempt of an omega magnet.

God.

He'd pushed Max off him in the bed earlier, shoved his clothes towards him a little harder than necessary with shaking hands and told him to go and wash his face. Standing behind him in the mirror, Daniel had inspected his own neck, and yes- They were fucked.

Fucked, fucked, fucked.

Now, he supresses a sigh, and like, the urge to jump out of the emergency exit.

"I'm not angry," he promises, also for the sixth time, not looking up from where he's organising his intently Spotify playlists. "I'm just focusing. You know I have TuPac and Lana Del Ray in the same playlist right now? A tradegy."

He wishes he could actually listen to the music, but his stupid headphones are stuffed into his bag, out of battery.

"I do not know who either of those people are." Max says, and Daniel can hear the scowl on his face without having to see it, but now he can like, smell it. Max's annoyance, the way his scent gets all sour.

Right, he let Red Bulls golden boy mate him. Christian is going to murder him, and then Helmut is going to dance on his grave.

Still, Max's statement is ridiculous enough to have him momentarily distracted from his bouncing leg, and the impending sense of doom.

"Come on Maxy," he says, looking up in dismay. TuPac is a little before Max's time, but he can't be mated to someone who doesn't know who Lana Del Ray is. It's just- No.

He bursts into an over dramatic crooning of Video Games, just to punish him a little for his ignorance.

"Daniel," Max says, and then with his serious face finally melting into softness as he starts giggling, he scootches closer to Daniel on the seat. "Daniel, I am of course trying to be serious. I did not mean to."

That has Daniel's song fading into silence.

There's a moment where Daniel realises how he could play this and probably get away without so much as one bad word from Christian, but- Even though it would be easy, it's not fair, to Max. To lay the entirety of this shit sandwich at his doorstop.

"I know," he says honestly, keeping his eyes fixed now on where he's flipping his phone over and over in his hand. "It- Look, it's not like I stopped you. It's not- It's not like I didn't want it too, maybe."

For a moment, Max says nothing as the recycled air in cabin starts to get sweeter.

"Yeah?"

When he speaks, his voice sounds tentatively hopeful, and it tugs at something in Daniel's chest.

"Yeah," he promises, and on a whim, he lifts his arm for Max to curl underneath.

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Max follows Daniel to his apartment.

Daniel opens his mouth to ask Max if he's lost, to remind him his apartment is two floors up but-

"What movie should we watch?" Max asks, already toeing his shoes off at the door like a good boy. "Martin told me about this very funny one and I thought you would like it. I will get him to text me the name. What do you want for dinner, also?"

Daniel closes his mouth, hand coming up to rub through the curls sitting at the nape of his neck. He needs a haircut.

"You're, ah- You're staying?" He eventually asks, following Max to where he's sat himself down on the sofa and started fluffing up the pillows next to him- presumably the ones he wants Daniel to sit on.

"Of course," Max says, looking up from his handy work, pleased. Then, "on the plane, Daniel, you said you wanted this too. And you are my omega now, so of course, I want to be here with you."

Daniel nods. "Right."

Max gets up from the sofa when Daniel doesn't move any closer, comes to stand in front of Daniel, and takes both of his hands in his.

"I know I am young," he says, so earnest, and Jos Verstappen's horrified face flashes in Daniel's mind for a split second before disappearing. "Probably you think I will be bad, but I- I want to try. To be good. A good mate."

He leans in then and kisses Daniel. It's nothing like the eager, clumsy kisses of the night before, it's just- Soft. The way you'd kiss somebody if you loved them.

"I wanted you for a really long time," Max admits, like a secret against Daniel's lips when he pulls back, and Daniel supposes Max thought it was. He probably didn't realise he had a crush that could be seen from outer space, if he couldn't see Daniel had one right back.

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"Me too, Maxy," he says and kisses him again, because this close to Max it's impossible not to. It shouldn't feel this good, shouldn't make something tight in Daniel's chest uncoil, but it does. "Alright. Alright, fuck it, lets- Let's do it."

They made their bed, it might be nice to try lying in it.

"I am coming up."

They're sat in Daniel's car, the one he drives when he's in England, parked in front of the Red Bull Factory. Typical to British weather, it's raining, big fat dropplets of water spalttering against the windshield, falling from a grey sky.

"Max, it's okay," Daniel says, leaning across the gear shift to touch his knee. "I can tell him on my own."

Daniel is the one who should have known better and told Christian no in the first place. Except-

Since Singapore, since them, they've not spent a night apart. It's been some of the best sex of Daniel's life, followed by the best nights of sleep he's had all season. Like something inside him knows he's safe. This isn't what they planned, but no matter what Christian says, neither of them are giving it up.

Lifting his other hand, Max touches proudly at the mark on Daniel's neck. He has a matching one now, on his tit because Daniel is who he is, and because Max had shyly asked for it 'over my heart.'

"I am coming with you," Max says again, firmer. He takes Daniel's hand and it makes him shiver. "Daniel, you are not on your own, not anymore."

"Alright," Daniel relents, nodding. He's still getting used to it too, having an alpha, but also just having someone who wants to take care of him. "But you can't let him chew me out, okay?"

Max's eyes narrow, his expression turning dark.

"Like he would dare," he mutters but it just makes Daniel laugh, scrubbing a hand through Max's hair roughly.

"Easy tiger," he says, because this thing is something they're both still learning but- Together. They can do it together. "I need me, my alpha and my boss all in one piece if that's alright by you."

The clouds from Max's expression cleared, a sunshine smile taking over his face.

"Your alpha?" He repeated, smugly.

"Yeah, yeah," Daniel said, opening the car door but unable to hold back his own grin. "Get in the building Verstappen, before I kick your ass up the stairs myself."

#as always im lazy so riddled with grammar mistakes #pacing is fuckeddddd but i am who i am and all know theyre in love so #max/daniel #fic #thanks danni for reading and liking this & thanks lorna for reading and telling me how to make it better lol #i dont think i succeeded but i tried!!

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ladykissingfish · 1 year

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*Tsunade and Jiraiya, having lunch together at Ichiraku Ramen* Jiraiya: So ... I think I might be in love with Orochimaru. Tsunade: Shit, I could have told you that. You stare at him with those stupid heart-eyes all the time. Jiraiya: Not funny, Tsuna! What do I do?! Tsunade: What do you mean, what do you do? Grow some balls and confess to him already! Jiraiya: Are you crazy? I can't just do that. He'd start laughing before I even got the words out! Tsunade: Oh, come on. Laugh? That guy is as serious as a heart attack; he never laughs at anything. But there IS a problem though. Jiraiya: What? Tsunade: You've made it no secret that you're a big lover of breasts. But Oro has none. Can you accept that? Jiraiya: Honestly, he doesn't need any. He has such soft skin, and beautiful long hair, and such gorgeous eyes ... but come on, he only sees me as some annoying pervert. Tsunade: You ARE some annoying pervert. Still, talk to him. Jiraiya: But -- Tsunade: Look, just go to him and tell him how you feel, then ask him out. The worst thing he can do is say No, and either way, at least you can stop wondering about it. Look, bring him a present, that'll soften him up a little. Jiraiya: A present? Okay, what kind of flowers do you think he'd like? Tsunade: No flowers, but, how about some nice hard-boiled eggs? Jiraiya: Seriously? Tsunade: Yes. That, and maybe stop off at a pet store and get a couple of mice. Jiraiya: M-mice? Why would I get -- Tsunade: *pushes him towards the exit* Go on, now, and remember what I said. Trust me, he'll love your gifts and you'll win him over for sure! *Jiraiya leaves, and after a few minutes Orochimaru comes in from the opposite side* Orochimaru: So? How did it go? Tsunade: I think I've arranged it so that not only will he be your boyfriend, but he should be providing you with some tasty snacks for the week. Orochimaru: Thank you, Tsunade. *pulls a piece of paper from his pocket* As per our deal, here's my observations from sitting in on Master Hiruzen's card game with the village elders. It lists their betting strategies, weaknesses and their tells. Tsunade: *takes the paper* Thanks! Now I can really clean house the next time I go to the gambling den! Old man Ichiraku, watching: I can't tell if I think you're very clever, or really, really sneaky people.

#jiraoro #jiraiya x orochimaru #team hiruzen #jiraiya #tsunade senju #orochimaru #boiled eggs and rodents ... the perfect snack

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ennoshitas-princess · 4 months

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Winning My Heart

Kenma Kozume x chubby fem! reader Warnings: fluff, slight bullying (not from Kenma), Kuroo setting the two of you up, slight subducting (comments), swearing Synopsis: you are the younger sister of a professional gamer and he takes you to a convention, even though you wanted to spend your weekend at home Word Count: 772 So, I hope you love this, bc I found the idea super cute.

Being dragged by your older brother to any place where he had to be was something you were already used to, but never quite enjoyed. In your honest opinion you found video games fine, but never enjoyed playing them. Just the thought of you being here made your anxiety skyrocket to a whole new other level.

“Look, y/n. Your older brother is cool, isn't he?” Your brother bragged about his success, even though he just gained fame because of you.

The real reason why he became famous rather quickly happened one fateful day, the day you decided to enter his room while he streamed himself playing Minecraft. You entered to check up on him, and only in seconds when the comment section of his stream started to go nuts over you.

One comment read: “Damn, I wish I could date her~”

Another read: “Is that your girlfriend??”

Another one: “I bet her pussy tastes so good~”

Just seeing those comments made you ick in disgust. Mainly, these were guys right around your brother's age, about in their twenties. You were just in your second year in high school. Just thinking about them made you want to leave, but you just stood there, rolling your eyes.

He kept on shooting each opponent down, each smearing in red as they fell onto the ground. You stood there with eyes opened up widely, shaking in place, wanting to leave and not see the bloody horror on the screen.

He eventually got shot, but never made it to the top of the rest. The highest score right when your brother died was about twenty thousand points, while he only got to like a thousand or so. You stood there wondering who was the one with all these points?

You walk away from the pouting of your brother, not wanting to deal with the big baby he is. You found yourself venturing off to anywhere to maybe find an exit, but a part of you just wandered around to check the place out.

From pro gamers, to noobs, to the in-betweens, your eyes glimmered under the lights hung right above your head. The time and dedication put into being here made you want to congratulate every single one of them, except your brother.

You eventually see a stand with a faux blond playing Mario Kart, trying to beat a rooster head right beside him.

Fascinated, you stop to check out who is going to win. A group of tall guys stand in front of you, snickering to each other.

“What is a fat ass like you doing here? Only guys are allowed. Not a girl like her.” One of them said.

“Yeah, like what the fuck is wrong with her? She should go to the restaurant right around the corner.” Another snickered.

The faux blond got distracted with the comments and turned around to glare at them.

“What is wrong with you guys?!? Anyone can be here and have fun. You guys are just jealous that she might be better than you.” His golden eyes pierced their souls.

With that, they scurried off to hide.He turned back to his game, only to lose. His eyes popped out with frustration, wanting to kick anything and everything. He lost because of those dumb guys. You weren't a problem, they were.

“Hey, you protected that girl even at the cost of you losing Kenma. Why?” Kuroo teased the guy.

“Because people like them are just dumb and don't deserve to even exist, like they are just wasting our oxygen.” Kenma shrugged it off.

Kuroo being himself, he knew there was something more with him and you.

“Hey, Chibi-chan. Who are you and do you have a boyfriend?” Kuroo called out to you.

Your face scrunched up with a hint of blush. A random hot guy is asking you if you have a boyfriend. How could this be happening?

“Umm… no, I don't.” You glance down to the floor.

“Great! Hey Kenma, why don't you go out with her?” He teased him.

His head turned around to where you stood. His face turned into a tomato seeing your cute chubby cheeks. Your outfit too made you even more adorable.

“What is your name?” The rooster head asked.

“L/n y/n.” You replied to him.

Cute, I guess. The faux blond thought.

He reminds me of my kitten. You thought.

“Do you play video games?” Kenma approached you with a hint of hesitation.

“No, but my brother does.” You point to where your brother sat.

“Oh. I thought we could play together. I could always teach you some time.” He suggested.

“Sure!” You smile happily.

A/n: hello, the post I promised of Kenma!! I will post the winner of the poll soon!! Hopefully you enjoyed reading this!!

Thanks for stopping by!!

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When Minecraft first added horses, my brother and I dropped everything we were doing to play it.

We booted up the Xbox, opened a new world, and I waited diligently for his controller to pair for split screen. When it finally did, we set to work building the shittiest, ugliest, most lopsided stable ever. We didn’t add beds, because it wasn’t a house. It was a stable, we knew that. But we added stalls for the horses and an outside area, because of course, the horses should have sunlight.

When we found out they could jump over blocks and run faster than other horses, we set out to make the most elaborate obstacle course we could imagine. We raced against each other over and over again, using different horses and different rules until we were finally bored, hours later.

This post is going to be exactly what you’d expect. I am generally not a person who devotes lots of time to stuff like this. Other people have said better things about the quality of the Minecraft movie trailer (why is everyone backlit?), or how it doesn’t make sense (why are all those piglins normal in the overworld? Why are they even attacking?), and others have already shared their personal thoughts like I’m about to do.

But I have memories and experiences that belong to me, and I want to put them somewhere. I’m aware this won’t reach very far, it won’t change anyone’s mind, and it isn’t exactly full of revolutionary takes. But it’s mine, and I need to say it. And here seems as fine a place as any.

The only game my brother and I ever really played with each other was Minecraft. We’re about as different as you can imagine, with different interests and different ideas. But when we were both much much younger, we loved to play Minecraft together. Of course, that makes sense! Being young kids, we didn’t exactly have an allowance to spend, so our gaming options were in the hands of our parents. They didn’t agree on much, but each of them knew what Minecraft was. They knew it was safe, and they knew it was something we could share (IE: they didn’t have to buy twice), and so it was added to our collection.

And because we had no one else to play with but one another, and nothing else we could really play together, it was always Minecraft we turned to. Different as we were (to the point there are jests between us about being swapped for someone else at the hospital (my money’s on him)) we could find common ground on the same game. I liked to play creative and build houses, but he liked to mine and thought creative was cheating. To compromise, we turned keep inventory on and he would collect materials so I could build our house. We didn’t even know there was a wither. We didn’t even know there was an ender dragon. When we finally finished a house, the game was over for us.

But we would always come back to it. Always build a new house, maybe in the desert or underground. Always rush to our Xbox to play a new update until we were properly bored again.

Eventually, we learned there were worlds built FOR us. It started simple; we found a Christmas map with a giant tree and a massive workshop, and marveled at how beautiful the world was. But of course, there was already a giant house built, so what was there for us to do? We couldn’t built one here, it might ruin all the other houses. Ah, of course! We’ll just live in this one, we thought. So we mob proofed as much as we could, and explored a place we couldn’t even begin to comprehend was made in Minecraft of all places.

Eventually, when we explored it all, we wondered what to do again. We couldn’t just exit and start a new world, we’d just be going back to the exact same place. So we made a story.

He was supposed to be an elf. But he had a frog skin so he couldn’t be an elf. He had to be a winter frog. It made no sense, but it didn’t have to. I was supposed to protect all the “reindeer” because otherwise the winter frog (who we decided was very mischievous) would release them. Naturally, I, armed with a blaze rod (the only thing that could melt the winter frog), would search up and down the place as he would jealously hide his part of the screen, and when I found him, I would hit him. When he made it to the roof of our giant house, he would declare he had won, set off as much tnt as he could, and then we would have to load a new world to play it all again.

I look back on that story, and I think it’s stupid. I think it’s probably one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done, and as a self-acclaimed writer, I should be ashamed. I’m not. It’s stupid, and it’s childish, and I was a stupid child when I played it. But more importantly I was a stupid child having fun with my stupid brother in our stupid game. And we loved every minute of it. I’m not ashamed of it because it’s nostalgic, because it’s a memory of joy that I hold as close to my heart as I can.

Only a few years later, when my brother and I could finally play on separate systems, we discovered the ender dragon and the wither. Maybe we knew about them before, but we had never beaten any kind of boss before and we were under the impression that those sorts of things were much too hard for us.

So when my brother came to me with a radical idea to beat those bosses, I was doubtful and so… excited. What if we DID beat them? What if we beat a DRAGON? I was instantly in. He had a plan, but he wanted backup, and of course we were each other’s number one choice. Thick and thin. Still are, I suppose, but back then we didn’t realize we could stand up without always making sure the other wasn’t actively falling down.

He agreed we needed creative mode for this. He said it would be hard, but he knew what to do, so for the first time we should use creative mode to get all the items we would need. Nobody ever wants to work something up in their head and then have it all fail in the end, so we made sure it wouldn’t.

I manually enchanted our sets of armor, our diamond swords, our bows. I stacked our gear neatly away with as many “super gold apples” that could feasibly fit in a chest, and declared us ready. We each took our gear, and set off towards… the nether. We could get blaze rods from the inventory easily, we knew that, but we were excited to test out our new gear. We never had a reason to enchant before, so how exciting would it be to test everything out? I discovered my favorite enchantment in the entire game was fire aspect.

When we got our rods (and our pearls) we put them together and shot an eye of ender into the air. We diligently followed the trail we were making on foot (because that was just how you did these sorts of things), and when night fell we didn’t just sleep or skip it. We pulled out wool, made some honestly really ugly tents, and put our beds under those. When we woke up, we left our tents there and kept moving.

The thought was that anyone else who had this world after us would find the tents and be able to use them. We had a pretty rudimentary (and quite incorrect) idea of how Minecraft world seeds worked at the time.

Eventually, we got to the spot where all the eyes stopped. My brother dug down. I jumped in the hole he was digging, but he made it pretty clear that I had to stand in the corner of the space or he’d hit me with his enchanted pickaxe and not be sorry about it.

The fortress was a maze. It was dark and there were mobs everywhere and it looked like a glitch of a structure. But we never gave up. We knew what was waiting for us at the end (pun quite intended). When I found the library, I walked right through it and kept moving (for what use are books to a soon-to-be-dragonslayer), and when I found the portal, I called my brother’s name over the shittiest microphone the world had ever produced, and teleported him over.

He set to work on filling the portal, and I set to work on dealing with the annoying silverfish. A spawner destroyed and a gate created, we readied ourselves. We didn’t place beds down because we didn’t expect to lose, and we didn’t jump in right away, because we didn’t expect to win. Eventually, one of us worked up the nerve.

The end, as many of you know, is an odd place. It is light stone and it is dark skies. It is filled with pillars that aren’t buildings and there is an alter of a stone that cannot (ordinarily) be broken. We knew what the end looked like. We thought it was something new to be there.

I remember staring off into the distance. I remember mentioning how small the end was, considering we had treked at least twenty times its size in the nether and the overworld combined just to get there. I also remember how panicked my brother was at the realization there were endermen LITTERING the place that you were absolutely not allowed to look at.

After dealing with the endermen my brother looked at, we were finally ready for the real fight. We heard the dragon when we got there, we could see it fly in and out, we were very aware of its healthbar looming ominously at the top of the screen. But we knew the dragon had to wait, too.

We aimed, missed, then aimed again at countless pillars until we saw the satisfying explosion signal our first few victories in the war. We knew the ones in cages had to be handled differently, though. We had to march up there and take them out ourselves. The only issue? I forgot to pack blocks. We had stacks of golden apples and tons of junk picked up on the way, but we had thrown most of what we got away in the lava under the portal to clean our inventories.

So, mid fight, we mined. Tunneling underground to avoid the wrath of the dragon, we mined until we each had a stack of end stone (because that would surely be enough), and then climbed. Once we reached the top of an obsidian pillar, we hacked away at the iron bars until the floating core was exposed to us. Without any hesitation, we would strike at one. As end crystals do, it would explode, and then it would throw us off of our platform.

Seeing as neither of us were particularly good at water bucket clutches (at the time we weren’t even aware that had a name), we simply fell to the ground, and let our enchantments eat the damage. It felt powerful. The same blow and the same height that would easily kill us before were nothing to us now.

When all of the crystals were gone, we turned to the dragon. It had seemed almost passively disinterested in us as we struck at its crystals, but we were sure it would be mad once we took out the final one. Instead, I thought it was scared. It ran away constantly and never stayed in one place for too long. That made sense to me. That was good game design. Of course it was scared, there was no chance it could beat us. There were two of us, one of it, (hundreds of useless endermen minions) and no way back.

I don’t remember who got the final hit. I guess it didn’t matter. It’s not like there was an achievement to tell us with all of the creative we had slipped in and out of (but never for the final fight). What mattered was we had done it. We won. An achievement that’s so lackluster today it means almost nothing. But to two kids with terrible headsets and elementary school the next day, it was everything we had hoped for. The dragon went down easily. Not because the boss fight was easy, no, it went down easily because we were that skilled at it. It wasn’t a bad fight, it was exhilarating.

We looked up how to collect the egg. We knew you could do it, we just didn’t know how. My brother clicked on it a few times, and it teleported enough for us to realize we were doing it wrong. With the fight over, we agreed creative was fair game again. I dug a big underneath the egg as my brother supervised up top to make sure it wouldn’t teleport away if we didn’t both look at it. I placed a red stone torch two blocks underneath the egg, and then mined up.

It fell with grace. The moment it landed on the torch, it popped away and slid into my inventory. Excitedly, I flew up and dropped it to him, then pulled a NEW egg out of the creative inventory for me. One for him and one for me. We both got one, because we both did the fight. Not our fault the game only tried to give us one.

We jumped into the portal after. At the same time, just like how we entered the strange realm in the first place. That was my first experience with the ending story. The message from two strangers to me, the player. Me, who explored this world, sure, but countless other worlds like it. Me who knew all the crafting recipes by heart and knew rotten flesh would always give you hunger but raw chicken would only give it sometimes.

I love story games. I did then, and I do now. I love when something makes me feel some way, when something carves its place into me and establishes itself as important. I think Minecraft did that long before I experienced its “end,” but I think that was the moment I realized I loved this game. It felt like everything I had done meant something, every action culminated into where I was there and then. I also thought, when it concluded, that my brother—who preferred action and fighting to stories (yet another difference between us)—would have skipped the ending of the game for being cheesy.

He didn’t.

When my brother and I could buy (with permission) a world from the Minecraft store, we would have to agree on what it was. The first one we bought was the Greek mashup pack, because he loved the hydra skin and I loved the harpy one (it added WINGS, what wasn’t to love about wings in Minecraft?) and we both loved greek mythology. Not that we were well versed in it, of course. When we loaded that world up, we experienced that Christmas one all over again. Years on, and it was the same feeling. There was a beautiful new world for us to explore, there was beautiful MUSIC we had never heard before, and there were countless hidden secrets we could find.

But we eventually ran into the same problem. We couldn’t build a house, there were already houses here! We couldn’t fight the enderdragon, it would mean leaving this place behind and that would just be pointless. Besides, we had done that already.

So, eventually, we made another story.

I won’t go into detail about this one, but you can imagine it was about the same as before. We made up something dumb, and played our hearts away following it.

I am not a kid anymore. I am not easily blown away by the ocean monument or amazed that the moon changes form in game. I don’t laugh aloud when a villager “hrrs” or burst into tears when I lose all of my stuff in a cave.

I dont think the stories I made with my brother over Minecraft are anything important. But that’s not what my point is. None of this is really what my point is.

My stories weren’t good, but that doesn’t mean Minecraft can’t have a good story. In the early days of maps and pumpkin headed men and signs that told you where to go, there were countless wonderful stories. Hell, even now there are countless wonderful SMPs made by communities, and most of them are created for the express purpose of telling. A. Story.

And they’re beautiful. Some SMPs are only between friends (and perhaps they’re short lived sometimes), some SMPs are beloved by hundreds or thousands (or perhaps millions) of people.

Most SMPs inspire artists and animators and everything beyond and between to make things. Beautiful things, from the soul and the heart and the nostalgia of creating. They’re things made with love, for love. The Minecraft movie is made of money, for money.

The biggest argument FOR the Minecraft movie is that it’s meant for kids. I understand. I understand I am not its target audience, and if I am, then something has gone horribly wrong in the nostalgia bait department. But honestly? I don’t even think it’s marketed to kids. Kids arguably love a good story. I would know, I very much was one. I think it’s marketed to parents much like mine, who know the name Minecraft and know it’s safe and figure it’s a fun thing to take their kids to.

And I think that sucks. Because there could have been something better.

Minecraft is not a story game. It’s a sandbox. And the best part about a sandbox is that it can be anything you make of it—which means that, ironically enough, you can turn it into a story game. I think modders probably display that the best (the create mod would’ve blown my mind back then).

But that’s unrelated. The point is that Minecraft can be anything. But to make it into anything good, you have to really love it. You have to spend time developing what you want, be it your story, your resource pack, your mod, your challenge, your lovely world, your book(s), it doesn’t matter. You have to love whatever it is a lot, and you have to want to spend time on it to make it. Like I said before, the Minecraft movie was not made with love in mind. It was made with money there instead. I understand why. I understand every action that was taken for it, and I understand that it is not going to be a detective pikachu, a sonic, a Mario, or even a fnaf movie.

It’s just going to be another stereotypical “bad videogame” movie. And I think that’s a shame, because there could have been something beautiful there. There could have been something that makes someone sit in the theater with their brother and remember a horse race or a Christmas game or a valiant fight. There could have been something that reminded me a lot of when I had nothing to do but waste time with my favorite person in the world and build the ugliest house imaginable.

But there’s not. That’s okay. I understand. But I don’t want to see it. I love stories, and I love Minecraft, and I love the feeling of being a kid.

That movie will have none of that for me.

#catsrambles #minecraft #minecraft movie #minecraft movie trailer #long post #like seriously long post #it’s super rambly and it’s not that good #but it’s full of thoughts I wanted to get out and certain memories I had tucked in my brain #and I need to put them somewhere #so here works #I don’t beat the dragon very often anymore #it’s just not something I do a lot #but whenever I DO #be it with a friend or alone #I never skip the ending credits #I can’t bring myself to #I don’t know why

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alexa-fika · 7 months

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Chilly Prisioner ( Kuzan x Hellhound!gn!Reader)

A/N Here we are with another dark ish one, and first one with out freeze lord, I already have a part two maybeee a part three? I just have to exit them, depending on how you guys like it ill speed those up.

Part 2

This is a testrun on a hybrid oc with reader? ‘Reader’ is replaced with Dokusha here wich stands for Reader in japanese, let me know your thoughts on it afterwards, just trying new things and maybe finding a balance for including both Oc and reader without leaning too far in either direction but I also don’t want to like you know try that and fail at appealing to both so let me know, though that begs the question what should I advertise it at, eg, Kuzan x reader or Kuzan x oc?

Dividers by @/saradika

They roll their eyes, watching as Kuzan enters the Ship’s dungeon, approaching the cell where they were held and dropping himself to the ground in a lazy manner

“What do you want? I told that captain of yours already I have no intention of helping you and your rag-tag group of idiots

“Ara, Ara, are all hellhounds this uptight? I don't care about that. I'm not here to talk business; I'm just here cause I have nothing else to do right now. I just wanna chill and chat a bit."

They scoff

“You can’t stay silent forever. Besides, isn’t talking to me better than just sitting in a dark dungeon and doing nothing?”

They look away from him, ignoring him entirely

“Fine, if you wanna sulk, I’ll just sit here and relax.

“I’ve got nowhere to go, nothing to do. So I don’t mind just sitting here for as long as I need to. I can just wait for you to get bored of your grudge and start talking to me like a normal person.” they glance at Dokusha for a while

“Hellhounds are supposed to be resistant to fire, right?”

They glance at them for a second at his words but look away quickly, returning to ignoring him, hoping he will eventually give up

“Wonder how you would fare with the cold?” he stated

They wince as the room’s temperature quickly drops as ice begins covering the cell

“Hm, pretty sensitive, it seems,” he mumbled.

He then stood up and got up close to the cell bars.”

“You know, I’m kinda wondering what are you so sour about?”

They glare up at him, trying to keep their flaming ears and tail out of the ice

“you kidnapped me for no clear reason, you threw me in a cell and drugged me so I can’t use my fire at all, and now you're trying to freeze me to force me to talk to you because you ‘are bored,’ so you tell me Kuzan.”

“Hm, you’re quite feisty, aren’t you.”It was mean what you did, trying to set the entire ship on fire; I had to take some measures to keep you in check. Besides, you have a pretty dangerous power; it should be evident that we can’t just let you out to roam freely.” he stated, glancing at the shivering hellhound

“It was self defense” they growl

“You know, I’m not going to let you go. Even if I have to freeze you entirely, so you can either start talking right now, and I’ll lower my guard a bit. Or you can continue to sulk, and I’ll just freeze this cell completely. Your choice, really.” He tells them ignoring their outburst

They start inching backward as the ice begins approaching them, chills running down their skin

His eyes narrow as he watches them inching backward.

“The cold getting to you?”

Another gust of cold air surrounds them as the frost grows closer, almost touching their skin.

“You know I can easily unfreeze people, but I wonder if that's the case here; seeing how you’re trying so hard to protect those flames of yours, im guessing it’s game over for you if I put your fire out, so I would reconsider your choice and soon”

They growl, making their flames bigger, attempting to ward off the ice, a panicked look growing on their face as the flame flickered until only small flames remained

“The drugs I gave you are pretty potent; I would like to see you maintain those flames.”

His hands spread, and the air got colder, the frost growing faster now.

“So… are you ready to talk now?”

“Don’t you have anything you should be doing?”

“Nah, I told you, I have nothing to do now. So I’m just chilling here.”

His tone is laid back as if nothing is a problem

“Besides, the way I see it, I’m doing a nice thing and keeping you company. I’ve been told I’m quite the interesting and charming person.”

They groan as the ice reaches them, slowly freezing their feet and making its way up

He watches the frosts slowly creep up their body.

“Hm, it seems you’re not going to cooperate. Too bad.”

His hand gestures towards them, and another burst of frost shoots toward them, making the ice crawl up to their ankles and up their legs.

“All im asking is for you to talk to me and answer some questions.”

They shake their head, a cloud escaping them each time they took a breath as the temperature continues dropping; unable to move their legs, they hug their tail tighter, trying to protect the blue flame on it’s tip

“You know when I said I was going to freeze you entirely. I wasn’t kidding. I can do that and more.

I’m sure those flames must mean a lot to you, right? What would happen if, say, I were to extinguish them?”

Kuzan pauses, and the ice stops crawling up further.

“So, Would you like to talk now?”

I lowkey feel like idk, like Dokusha’s personality is not consistent? Or maybe it’s Kuzan’s personality that dosent quite fit and jumps all around the place, thoughts?

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ikamigami · 3 months

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I watched Amanda the Adventurer sams gameplay..

And we can clearly see that Sun isn't doing okay.. which isn't surprising at all considering that Puppet and Foxy are trying to force him to agree on killing Moon..

Sun thinks that he's useless because he doesn't know how to help Moon, how to stop him so he wouldn't have to be killed..

We could see that when Sun said that he doesn't know anything useful or useless..

We can also see that Sun once again is thinking about dying.. expressing his passive suicidality..

We could see that when Sun said that he wants for the monster to kill him.. he said that almost at the end of the episode..

Also the way he said that no matter what option he'll choose he'll die seems pretty ominous.. he said that when he was wondering if he should exit the library or watch the second tape..

And before anyone will say that this is far fetched they hinted Sun's odd behaviour before killing Bloodmoon when they played previous Amanda the Adventurer game..

To me it seems that Sun will die and it seems that it might be on his own will..

Before anyone jump at me let me clarify.. I don't know how Sun will die.. even if I said that it'll be on his own will it doesn't immediately mean that he'll kill himself by his own hands.. he can just let someone kill him or even try to protect Moon by shielding him with his own body.. but it'd be still Sun's decision to die.. it'd still be on his own will..

Sun is in poor mental state.. in my opinion he was even before but now it got worse because of the situation with Moon..

But I just think that Sun doesn't realize that himself.. he doesn't see that his mental state is worsening..

I can only hope that things won't get bad but I think that they will..

And also like I said already even if Sun continue living for his family and that he doesn't want to leave them.. he's still struggling with delusions which may push him to take his own life.. doesn't matter directly or indirectly.. Sun suffers from depressive psychosis and he's struggling with delusions centered around guilt and unworthiness.. and because of that he's at great risk of attempting suicide.. doesn't matter if passively or actively..

Delusions are a real danger for someone who experience them.. so it doesn't matter if a person who struggles with them doesn't want to die.. because if there's a higher risk that they'll attempt suicide when in delusional state.. and this is what I mean that Sun may attempt suicide..

I know that many of you don't know what I mean because most of you never experienced such delusions.. but I did.. even not so long ago I was in really poor mental state and I experienced vivid suicidal thoughts.. even if I didn't actually want to die.. it still was very overwhelming and I was scared and I had thoughts that maybe I should kill myself if I'm such an awful person.. a nuisance for everyone.. because in my mind I caused harm to everyone..

People who say that when someone is passively suicidal we don't have to worry that they attempt suicide but it's not true.. not true at all.. the line between passive and active suicidal thoughts or ideations is blurry.. at one point someone can have passive suicidal ideation and in the other active suicidal ideation.. and we can't be sure that they'll act on them.. they're still at risk.. we shouldn't ignore anyone who experience suicidal thoughts no matter passive or active..

I'm more aware of my own symptoms so even if I'm afraid when I have these thoughts or ideations I still know that I don't want to die and I can try to shift focus on something else and try to get through this..

But when someone isn't as much aware like Sun.. it's not that easy to just simply realize "yes, this is caused by my delusions so I need to get through this and it'll be okay".. when you're not aware that you're struggling with delusions it's hard to get through it.. and when you're also depressed it's even harder to just withstand these suicidal thoughts and ideations fuelled by depressive thoughts and delusions..

Hope that this helps a little bit for you to understand what I mean when I say that Sun may attempt suicide..

#sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sun and moon show sun #sams spoilers #sams moon #tw suicide #tw passive suicidality #tw delusion #tw depressive psychosis #tw personal

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 5 months

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Finding Each Other-Chapter 2

Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent

Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.

Chapter 1

Clark flew to the Gotham City Culture Museum Friday night in record time. He barely made it on time because he wanted to make sure to get Lois a care package after her procedure was done. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable and had stuff to do since she was always one that is on the go. He got her several murder mysteries that she had been wanting to read but never had the time for, a bubble bath kit, a box of caramel chocolates, and an electric blanket. Lois looked all cozy when he left her. As he landed, he thought about what his game plan was for tonight. Clark tapped his chin as he quickly exited the alley he landed in and headed up the museum steps.

Maybe I could hang out with Lois later tonight depending on how long this thing lasts.

The museum was supposed to give a presentation, followed by food, and then let the guest walk through their main exhibit: City of Atlantis. According to the notes Perry gave Lois, Bruce was supposed to be making his grand debut with his son there. Clark thought it would be easy to spot a single dad with his son since usually, these late-night museum events tended to have mostly adults. However, Clark was startled when he walked in and saw numerous of the upcoming and wealthy with their families browsing around.

Clark raised an eyebrow.

If Bruce is really here with his kid tonight, the setup is quite clever. Since there have been no recent photos of Bruce since he was 15 and no photos of his new child, they could easily blend into the crowd without anyone knowing.

Clark sighed while rolling his eyes.

This is a reporter’s worst nightmare. There are at least 500 people here tonight. No way I am finding Wayne without him or the boy doing or saying something flashy.

Clark shook his head and was able to go to a table and take a seat when he heard someone said, “Surprised to see you in a place like this.”

Clark froze for a second when he heard that voice. It was a voice he was hoping to never hear from again. He sighed as he turned around and saw his ex Lex Luthor standing behind him.

Of course, my ex would be here when I am out on assignment.

Lex and Clark used to date when they were in college. As it edged towards their graduation, they discovered that they had fundamental differences in how they wanted to spend the rest of their lives. Clark had always wanted kids. He dreamed of being even half the man his Pa was. However, Lex absolutely despised kids. He thought they were vile creatures. Clark never understood that because everyone was a kid once. Clark asked Lex once how he was able to survive childhood without interacting with any kids. He said that his parents had him home-schooled because his intellect was far superior to the kids in his age group. That should have been a red flag for Clark, but for some reason, Clark hoped that Lex was just kidding.

However, Clark learned quickly that wasn’t the case. When they graduated, Lex just wanted Clark to follow him to Luthor Corp and work in his father’s company. Clark thought about it since they did have a print division, however, Lex wanted Clark to only work as his assistant while Lex continued to build up his own career. Clark wanted to support Lex in his career endeavors, but he didn’t feel that he should have to put his aspirations on hold for Lex to soar. However, Lex wanted Clark’s devotion only to him. Clark broke up with him after that which Lex didn’t take too well. He blackballed Clark in about every newspaper market except for one: The Daily Planet in Metropolis. The only reason why Perry White, the head of the paper, took a chance on Clark was because he hated Lex’s guts, and Lex couldn’t blackmail Perry after recently losing the libel lawsuit with the Daily Planet. Ever since then, Clark avoided him like the plague. Luckily, Clark was always hesitant about sharing his powers with Lex and he didn’t start his superhero duties until after they broke up. He can’t imagine what Lex would do if he had that information hanging over his head.

Clark sighed and said, “You know that I have always been a fan of museums”.

Lex smirked and said, “Oh, so that is why you are here. I assume that the insignificant paper….hmmm…what’s it called?… The Daily Planet sent you here on assignment. I know you like museums but invitations to this event only went out to high-ranking families that are honestly out of your wage bracket.”

Clark was fuming internally but he schooled his face to remain passive.

Lex just wants a rise out of me to boost his ego.

Lex came closer and tried to caress his face, but Clark recoiled back which caused Lex’s smirk to falter, but quickly came back on his face.

“Don’t be like that love. Obviously, your career choices aren’t panning out if they are just having you go to assignments like these. I remember you saying you wanted to use your writing and interviewing skills to change the world. If they were just going to have you do this drivel, you should have just come with me to Luthor Corp. I could have found better things to do with your time.”

Clark narrowed his eyes at Lex.

The nerve of this asshole to think my life can only be better because of him. I don’t have time to play these mind games.

Clark took a deep breath. He could be honest about being here to cover for a friend. However, he knew that Lex wouldn’t believe any of that. He would have to do something that he wasn’t very proud of but it would be effective to get Lex off his back.

Clark smirked and asked, “Who said anything about me being on assignment? I am here for pleasure.”

Lex scoffed and asked, “You’re here for pleasure. I find that interesting. Since the paper didn’t send you and I know you aren’t rich, please pray tell how you were able to get into the event tonight?”

Clark chuckled and said, “I do have a life outside of my job, Lex. I am here with my fiancé and his kid browsing around. They went to grab seats since I was running late. Traffic from Metropolis to Gotham was brutal.”

Lex looked at Clark startled. Clark smirked.

It never occurred to him that I could move on without him.

The lights started flashing indicating that the presentation was about to start in a minute.

Clark flashed a bright smile and said, “Well, it was interesting speaking with you, but I should be going. I don’t want my fiancé and his kid to worry.”

With that, Clark quickly walked away leaving a dumbfounded Lex behind. Clark hated being petty and knew that his Ma would frown on behavior like that, but the look on Lex’s face was worth it.

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its-the-sa · 1 year

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Here's another giant ask because I've been thinking about this for a while and I needed to share it with somebody.

The scavenger chieftain is really merciful towards Arti, given the circumstances. When I first reached that part, I was expecting to be sniped by a spear from across the map. But he doesn't attack you, despite having every reason to. Like, the Metropolis scavengers most likely have literally nothing to do with the scavengers that killed Arti's kids, and it's not like they understand why Arti is doing what she's doing. The scav king knows Arti has killed countless members of his group, probably people he knew personally and cared about. Maybe even his family.

But he doesn't attack you. You have to start the fight. He just points to the exit. He wants you to back away, to stop before you take this final step and seal your fate. He should have all the reasons in the world to want you dead by now, but he gives you a final chance to walk away.

It's what made me interested in the scav king as a character. For some reason, he doesn't want to fight you. One idea I had is that he's well aware of Arti being trapped in a cycle of violence, either due to having experienced something similar or his understanding of karma. (He has the mark of communication and I'm willing to bet he's met the Metropolis echo, who was also trapped in a cycle of violence. He's probably heard an explanation of the cycles and karma from Five Pebbles as well.) So, he knows very well what Arti is getting herself into and hopes that maybe she can still see reason before it's too late.

Another idea I had, and this is totally fanon and not supported by anything in-game but I thought it sounded fun- what if they knew each other before? Like, what if they were friends all the way back when Arti lived in the Garbage Wastes and wasn't hostile to scavengers, and the scav king was just a normal dude. Just a regular John J. Scavenger. Eventually, he finds the citizen ID drone and brings a bunch of his friends to the Metropolis, gets the mark of communication from Five Pebbles (who, I imagine at this point, doesn't really care that much if the scavengers live in his city and only gets mad at them once they start ripping out bits of his can). Flash forward years later and this normal scav is now a chieftain with a prosperous tribe, and he's wondering what happened to that weird red slugcat he met all those years ago when they re-appear out of nowhere and begin violently murdering his tribe members. That would be A Little Awkward Huh.

That's just my silly little headcanon, I'd love to hear your thoughts though. How do you interpret the scav king's actions here?

bro, you pretty much just summed up exactly why i ship them lol.

the scav king is the ONE person who refuses to treat arti like a monster, even when she's so far gone that she even disgusts and horrifies herself. he's the one person who will not feed into her spiral of self-loathing, no matter how hard she tries to earn his hatred. he refuses to strike first no matter how many times she tries to kill him. he always tries to reason with her. he always fights one-on-one, even though he has an entire kill squad ready to back him up.

but he doesnt let her victimize him, either. he gives her a choice, and he respects the choice she makes even when it's the wrong one. he kills her without hesitation when she forces his hand, but then he's always ready to offer mercy again, always ready to give her another chance.

and i just feel like that's exactly what arti needs. someone who is both compassionate enough and resilient enough to weather the storm of her rage until it burns itself out, and still be willing to offer mercy when she's finally ready to accept it.

... what was this ask about again? lol

RIGHT, ok. so. motivation. lets do this.

first of all I love the idea that they knew each other in the past. it would make a lot of sense, and it'd fit perfectly with my headcanon that arti used to be friends with the garbage wastes scavs before everything went to hell. and I love the drama that would come from two old friends having to fight each other to the death.

it's not the case in my personal headcanon though, just because I already have a backstory fleshed out for the scav king that would make it pretty much impossible for them to have met before.

however, i DO think that he sympathizes with arti because he's been though something similar. I think he lost someone very important to him when he was young, and just like arti, he also threw himself into a futile quest for revenge because he didnt know how else to cope. but instead of going on solo rampage, he raised a whole ass army and started a war.

he got to where he is through sheer spite and thirst for vengeance. he never really wanted to be a leader; he just wanted manpower to throw at his enemy. but after seeing his people get killed in service to him, he realized he is responsible for them now, and he needs to put their safety and wellbeing before his vendetta. so, while he is still angry and he does still carry his old grudge, it no longer consumes his life. he's learned that there are more important things to live for.

so, yeah, he definitely understands arti's rage. and he sympathizes with her, because he has his own people's blood on his hands, too. but he's learning, and he's trying to be better, and he believes that arti can be better too if someone gives her a reason to try.

...also, his default personality has 0.00 aggression and 0.99 sympathy stats, so he is arguably just wired to be Like That, lol

(i say 'default' because technically his stats are randomized each time you fight him, but he always uses the same sprite, which is scav king ID 8875. so to me that ID's stats are the canon ones, lol )

#rain world #scavenger king #rw regicide #sorry I am shipping trash

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sethmp3 · 8 months

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Just A Game?

a/n: also available in wattpad.

“For God’s sake please just play it–”

“Fine I will, just don't expect me to play it everyday.”

You sighed, admitting defeat. Your friend has been bickering as you work in your bakery. Something about a game she found in the app store. You continue to serve customers as she rants on how you should download the game.

“Finally, you know how many days it took to make you download the game? I mean can't you see how all the characters have a unique design and lore?! It's just like Dead by Daylight but less scary I guess?” They bickered, as they took a bite of some of the pastries you baked. Relishing the flavor.

“I love you and all. But can you not shout? My customers are starting to get disturbed by your loud demeanor.” You whispered in their ear, pointing a bit to the people who were staring at you. You muttered sorry to them and looked back at your friend.

“Ah right…Sorry. But still the game is so good! The skins are amazing and you can decorate your room here..!” They shove their phone at your face making you back away a bit. You see one character and a room that you're guessing your friend decorated. Making you a bit interested now.

‘Is it that good that I have to play it too?’ You wondered, chuckling a bit. You watch her show other characters and explain the game's mechanics and such. You clean your bakery while you listen to your friend. Humming a little song as you sweep the floor.

“Say…You should hear me out on the characters…I mean look at them!” They giggled, making you raise your eyebrow and look at them curiously. You scoffed at their comment and sighed.

“Do you really think I'm gonna hear you out? They’re puppets! I'm sure if you see them in real life you would not like them not one single bit.” You said, looking at her unamused. You finished sweeping the floor and put your broom and dustpan at the corner of your bakery.

They groaned, rolling their eyes at you. They grab the coffee they ordered and take a sip looking at you with a deadpan expression.

“You're still as boring as ever.”

“At least I'm not delusional and desperate.”

They rolled their eyes again as they finished their cup of coffee.

“Besides, you shouldn't worry about me not playing the game. You should worry that its your last days of college. You're also gonna have to go through finals week. Maybe you should study rather than playing Identity V.” You said taking their empty cup to wash. You look at them as they widen their eyes after realizing the finals are about to come, making you stifle a chuckle.

“Oh crap I forgot about that! And I haven't studied! I'm gonna have to make a review…unless…” They look at you with puppy eyes.

“Y/n, My friend, my love, the most attractive person i have ever met will you–”

“I'm not making you notes. I'm not even in college.” You sighed, looking at them with a stern look.

“Well it was worth a shot.” they mumbled, they grabbed their stuff and put them on their bag.

“Welp, I guess i won't be playing Identity V for a while.” They walked to the exit of your bakery. You follow them to wave goodbye.

“I'll be going now, I have to take notes and make a reviewer because you don't wanna make a reviewer for me you meanie.” they pouted, you rolled your eyes unamused.

“Yeah yeah… Bye bye now, I promise I'll play that game of yours once I close the shop.”

You get back at the back of the counter and continue to serve customers.

‘I wonder what's so good about that game..?’ you wonder to yourself as you hand out the last pastries and clean the place to close.

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After a few hours of cleaning the bakery, grabbing some disinfectant to clean the dirty tables and windows, while changing your menu up a bit to add tomorrow's special. Counting how much money you just earned for the day.

As you were counting the money, you saw a woman in the corner of your eye. Making you raise your eyebrows in confusion.

I clearly switched the sign to say closed. Did she not notice? You questioned yourself. You approached the lady with a tired smile.

“Dearly sorry ma’am, but the bakery’s closed..! Maybe you should come here tomorrow–” You said pointing at the sign where it clearly said closed. But the lady interrupted you, shushing you with a slam on the countertop. Making you flinch at the lady’s sudden demeanor.

“Do I look like I care? Come on, bake me some pastries! Unless the people who recommended this runned down of a bakery lied about this having customer satisfaction?” She said sternly, glaring at you like knives stabbing your body. She has rather long black hair, with a luxurious outfit that you always dreamt of having, she had many jewelry complimenting her pretty looks. You narrowed your eyes a bit at her, realizing that this woman probably has a high status or is born from a rich family.

You were quite bothered by the lady, wanting to kick her out from having the audacity to even barge in and order you around. You calmed down taking a deep breath, you looked at the lady with a calm demeanor.

“well ma’am, I guess I can take one more customer…what pastries would you like me to bake?” You said, faking a smile. You grabbed your notepad to write down the things she ordered. You look up and down at the lady to see if she was joking. She indeed was not.

“Bake me ten croissants, fifteen creampuffs and eight donuts that are in various flavors, make sure they're filled with your finest cream and fruits! Make sure they're not too big, not too small, not too bland, and not too flavorful! Also bake me a cake with three layers, butter cream and white fondue. Also deliver it to my house in five days!” She demanded, making you widen your eye in surprise.

“P-pardon?! I'm sorry but I just can't–” you tried to protest, but she interrupted you.

“You dare try to talk back to me?! Do you think I came here just to joke around? You better bake or else!” She shouted, slamming her hands on the counter, making you flinch.

“I'm sorry but I can't just bake that many pastries so suddenly! I might have to close off shop because of your order!” You explained, trying to resolve the conversation between you and the lady. You were sweating a bit from nervousness.

“Does it look like I care?! Do it or else ill make sure this bakery of yours will fail! I will make sure your career will end. Am I clear?” She threatened, her last sentence making you shiver.

You were speechless, you didn't know what to do. You don't want your bakery to fail because of not fulfilling such an absurd quest. Your family had this bakery for generations and you were not gonna mess up because of this lady. You were definitely not gonna let this woman humiliate you like that.

You sighed to keep yourself from not shouting.

“Alright then, here's my contact number so we can talk about it. Ill be sure to deliver these pastries in time. You said with a small smile, giving her a small slip of paper with your number.

“Hmmp, ill make sure of that! Now I will be going now. Do not disappoint me.” she walks away, and goes inside her car. You continued to smile until she left, and when she left you groaned.

“God this lady is annoying! This is infuriating. The next time she bosses me around I'm pulling her hair out” you mumbled angrily to yourself. You decide to make the dough before closing, you want to finish this as quickly as possible and go back to your happy life.

When you go back to your clean kitchen, you can still smell the scent of dough and baked pastries. Making you calm down a bit. You grab one of your bowls and decide to make the dough for croissants first. You grabbed some all purpose flour, some granulated sugar, fine sea salt, some cups of warm water, dry yeast, cold unsalted European-style butter you grabbed from the fridge, and some whole milk.

You decided to use your phone to play some music, your music playlist was rather random. You didn't have the time to organize them and you don't really mind if the songs went from sad to happy.

You first start to mix the dry ingredients, you set them aside and pour in warm water, yeast and a teaspoon of sugar and let it stand until foamy. You grabbed some butter and microwaved it on high until melted, you added the melted butter and milk to the yeast mixture. While the mixer was running at low speed. You gradually added the flour mixture to the yeast mixture. You beat the dough until it's smooth, elastic and tacky. You shaped it into a ball and flattened it slightly. You place the dough on a lightly floured large plate and wrap it tightly in plastic wrap. You shoved it in your refrigerator.

You stared at the notepad where you wrote the lady’s order. You sighed, rubbing your eyes from exhaustion.

“This is gonna make me go home at night…” you whined, you quickly grab other bowls to make the other doughs.

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You finally locked your bakery, putting the keys in your bag as you walk home to your house. You take a deep breath taking in the cold air.

Winter is finally coming, I'm gonna have to buy some food and drinks to keep me warm. you thought to yourself looking around at your familiar surroundings. You've been in this town ever since childhood, making you smile slightly from nostalgia.

You decided to help your friend with their exams, you were feeling guilty a bit from not helping them. You also decided to try out the game, she recommended you.

After some time, you finally reached your house. It was a normal house, nothing special about it. But you didn't care. You grabbed the keys and unlocked your home, you removed your outdoor shoes and put them on the shoe rack. You put on your slippers and turned on the lights. You went to your room and lay down on your bed. Laying down a bit more to take a rest.

After a few minutes, you grabbed your laptop and downloaded Identity V. As you wait for it to completely download, you decide to call your friend.

You hear a few beats until you see your friend making you smile.

“Hey..! Y/n! I'm telling you I hate this! Why the hell did I even choose pre-law?” your friend groaned, banging her desk on the head, making you laugh.\

“Hey you chose this path, you gotta finish it.” you said encouragingly, looking at her with a tired smile.

“Hey…you seem tired..? You alright? Was there an annoying customer?! I'll beat them up!” the said, straightening their back. You nod.

“Yep, some rich lady barged in my bakery and proceeded to make me bake so many pastries in five days.” you rolled your eyes at the thought while your friend frowned.

“Are you serious? Does she think you're a robot or something? Want me to help?” they said with worry.

“It's fine…besides I don't wanna burden you. You're already stressed about exams.” you said, reassuring them. They sighed at your remark.

“God, you never let me help. You're always like this.” they whined, making you chuckle

“Either way, want me to help you make your notes?” you questioned them, which they shook their head.

“It's fine! I already made one. I felt bad since you always make notes for me every semester.” They awkwardly chuckled.

“Wanna play Identity V?” they said, wiggling their eyebrows. You rolled your eyebrows.

“Alright alright…but dont i have to progress the story to even play with you?” you said tilting your head.

“Oh darn…you're right! Well, share your screen. I wanna help you. I'm a pro at this game!” they said proudly, making you look at her unimpressed.

“Alright alright” you share your screen, you play through the stories. Your friend guiding you on who the characters are while also making some off handed comments.

You were quite interested in the characters, you find them all to be unique and have some diverse looks. You had to admit they looked cool.

When you were done with the story. You and your friend decided to play a match together. With some stock knowledge you picked your most comfortable character and played with your friend. Least to say, you were decent at it. You've played games like this, preferably Dead By Daylight and Flee The Facility. You also realized what terrorshock is, your friend cackling when you were confused how you immediately got downed when you were vaulting a window.

Both of you were having fun, you played as hunter and you were getting destroyed by your friend. They kept stunning you, annoying you a bit, but you terrorshock them, making you laugh.

After a few hours you both decided to sleep. You closed your device and went to your bathroom to brush your teeth and clean your face.

You lay down in your bed and sleep. Your eyelids slowly get heavy, succumbing you to sleep.

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5eraphim · 2 years

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Can you do Classic Heavy from TF2 x reader dubcon?

(I’m assuming this is for classic Heavy from the Comics, not the games because, as far as I know Classic game Heavy has, like- no characterization whatsoever. Comics Heavy sure does though! Wow what a scumbag! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3)

Summary: Reader is a Spy on a mission to scope out a thought to be abandoned base where the Classic team members used before their deaths. Upon discovering the stubborn members clinging to life the hunter becomes the hunted, and must do whatever it takes to make it through the night alive.

Character: Classic Heavy (Team Fortress 2 Comics)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI)

Word count: 6.4k (it KILLS me this turned out so long and im actually happy w how it turned out bc NO ONE likes this guy and I already know maybe 5 people are actually going to read this💀)

Content Warnings: Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(LAST EDITED 5/27/2023)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

The only thought running through your head while you sprinted wildly, blindly away from the enemy. You were told the base was abandoned. Everyone back home was sure the classic team was dead and gone. As if you needed the help of the loud-mouthed idiot your team called a Scout. You might've been just a Spy, but you weren't intimidated. Yet here you were, fleeing for your life from the rival team who were, quite apparently, still alive. Generally, you wouldn't be alone on a mission like this. This must be your karma for insisting you take on this job yourself. But worse than being unpartnered, you were without your cloaking device. You were so arrogant to leave it behind, and now you paid dearly for that mistake. It was impossible not to cringe thinking back to how confident you were to handle an "easy" scoping mission like this all by yourself.

All moments leading to this bloody chase were a wild blur. One moment you were wondering what you thought was an abandoned base. The next, you were running for your life, pursued by two of the mercenaries of your rival group.

None of it made sense, but you were too scared to question how Gray's mercenaries were still alive. Fortunately, the fortress was absolutely massive, and despite being well into the heart of the building by the time you were spotted, there was more than enough room to run and try and throw them off your trail. And you figured if you could figure out how to come out the way you came in, you should be able to slip away without being captured. But, unfortunately, you weren't prepared for the sight of one of the other ex-mercs waiting at the exit, as though waiting for you to try and escape that way. You had no idea how he knew to choose this area to guard, but it was no longer an option. Just your luck. Upon seeing this, you pressed your back against the wall to try and remain out of sight. But you didn't have time to think. If you wanted to live, you needed to do something now.

Thinking fast, you pulled the mask off your head, balling it up and throwing it away with slightly awkward, fumbling hands. Pulling your suit jacket off, you let it fall to the ground as you forced yourself to run forward, untucking your shirt, fingering your hair, and trying to look as disheveled as possible. If the ex-mercenaries knew you were a member of their rival team, a Spy nonetheless, they wouldn't hesitate to kill you instantly, as cruelly as possible. But if you could convince Cheavy you were just a citizen who got lost and wound up here, he would let you slip by. It was unlikely, but your back was against the wall, and Cheavy was your last chance. This is it. There's no other way out. You'll have to go through him first, as he guarded the exit like a minotaur in a labyrinth. You ran into the room, halting, pretending you only just now noticed he was there. Obviously poised for a fight, expecting a mercenary to be the one running around the base was considerably confused at the sight of you. Doing your best to look helpless and bewildered, you froze in place. He lowered his weapon from the firing stance and stared you down as your mind raced with what to do next.

"Who are you?"

His voice was harsh and gravelly, while you'd only seen pictures of the Classic Heavy before, and hearing his voice made him all the more terrifying. You gave him an alias, your voice just above a trembling whisper.

"How the fuck did you get in here?"

"I-I don't know, I swear! I was traveling past, and I must've gotten turned around! I know I shouldn't have entered, but I thought this place was empty! I'm so sorry- I only meant to rest here a moment; the next thing I know, they're firing at me! Please, I don't want any trouble!"

While you did your best to appear meek, dazed, and innocent, you began to slowly inch your way down the side of the wall, trying to get closer to the door. You began to regret the plan more and more the longer you felt Cheavy's piercing eyes bearing down on you. He stepped back, entirely blocking the exit with his body, and you stopped moving, all but cowering in fear at the sight of him. He didn't look convinced, or maybe he just didn't care. If he had to slaughter an innocent life, he would do it. He had no incentive to let you live, and you feared you severely overestimated your evasiveness.

"Please just let me out, and you'll never see me around again! I didn't see anything- I just, I'm so sorry!"

He looked you up and down as if contemplating something to himself.

"If I let you out now, you'd get sniped in a second. So if you want to live, you're going to have to wait it out."

You were afraid it would come to this, but it would seem you had no other choice. If you wanted to avoid being ripped to shreds by the other mercenaries, you needed help. More specifically, you would need Cheavy to protect you. A tall order for such a seemingly apathetic man. But you had to try. The sound of a gunshot in the distance startled you. If you kept wasting time like this, they would immediately find you.

"Please, will you protect me?! I-I know I don't have anything to offer, but I'll do anything you want, I swear!"

He paused for a moment to consider. You clasped your hands together, your body tense and shaking in fear. You hated how he looked at you as if he wanted to draw out the moment as long as possible, regarding your fear with dim entertainment.

"I can hide and cover for you in my quarters. Are you really willing to follow?"

You knew what he was asking of you, and you didn't like it one bit. But you had a team counting on you to make it back to them, and if this is what it took to live to see your own base again, you didn't have much of a choice. You forced yourself to look him in the eye as you nodded once. He returned the gesture.

"You better follow close then. Try to run, and you die, got it?"

With that last command, he walked past you, listening intently to ensure the coast was clear before leading you deeper into the fortress, guiding you by the hand every step with a white-knuckled fist. You had to run to keep up with him, surprised at how much faster he moved than the Heavy you knew on your team. He moved decisively, knowing exactly where he was headed, and wasting no time to get there, racing up stairwells and across the halls until he stopped at the door he was looking for. He pushed the creaking door open, pulling you inside before slamming it shut behind him.

You shuffled aside to put a bit more distance between the two of you, nervously peering over the room while he turned to lock the door, kicked off his boots, and slid off his goggles, sliding them onto a rickety shelf on the wall. The room appeared bare, like a hospital room, all practicality with no comfort. If not for the military weaponry and equipment surrounding the desk, you'd never think this room belonged to someone like Cheavy.

You couldn't ignore the dismay and dread you felt when your eyes landed on his unmade bed in the far corner of the room. While you were still looking over the room, you felt Heavy's arms wrapping around your body, pulling your back to his chest as he held you there with a painful tightness. Your arms were effectively pinned at your sides, and you could feel your back trying to arch away from his body, but your strength was no match for his own.

"It's been a long time since there's been fresh meat around here. I can't remember the last time I've held a warm body like yours. It's been too long since I've had something like you all to myself."

He spoke in a low, guttural voice as he allowed his hands to glide along your body. Slipping a hand under your blouse, you shuddered at the skin-to-skin contact. It unnerved you how he described you as though you were nothing but an object or a means to an end for his own pleasure. Despite how needy he claimed to be, there was something so controlled about his movements, almost like he wanted to savor the moment as long as he could. Nuzzling his head against the top of your head, he inhaled the smell of your hair, moaning a little on the exhale.

"You'll do well for me. I can tell."

The hand under your top left your skin to hold onto one side of your blouse while his other hand gripped the other. With a tense slowness, Cheavy pulled the two sides away from one another, and you swallowed nervously as you could hear the bottom button straining before popping off, not yet exposing any skin, but enough for you to truly feel the coolness of the room as the fresh air ghosted over your flesh. But he didn't stop with that. Cheavy continued working slowly, deliberately popping off the second button and watching it bounce away onto the floor. He could feel how heavy your breath grew as you fidgeted nervously against his body, helplessly watching as he continued to rip off your blouse.

"I want to watch you take the rest of it off. Nice and slow."

You nodded, beyond thankful he was the one suggesting letting your body go, but before he did, you winced as he tightened his grip, whispering into your ear.

"I hope you're not stupid enough to try and run away because I'm promising you now, you won't make it far, and you won't like what happens when I get my hands on you."

He detached suddenly, and you felt a rush of fresh air wash over you as you could now breathe unrestricted. He walked over to the bed and motioned with his head for you to join him. You felt kitten-legged as you followed, treading as softly as possible on the creaking floor. He took his place at the head of the bed, sitting upright, resting his back against the wall behind the bed while you sat at the foot. Despite trying to get as much distance between the two of you as possible, his long legs took up a significant amount of the bed. He spread them slightly, narrowing his eyes. You knew instantly that meant he wanted you closer, and you completed, crawling over until you were at his knees, kneeling upright. Despite how he sat down while you knelt, you couldn't help but notice you still weren't much taller than him like this.

"C'mere, I wanna feel you sitting on my thigh."

You only then entirely noticed how dense and powerful his thighs looked. The Heavy you knew was comically top-heavy, his legs looking almost stubby in comparison, but the Classic was much more proportional. You couldn't help but admit his thighs didn't look like a bad place to perch. Ignoring the current circumstances. Walking over on your knees, you felt him put one hand on your hip and the other on your upper thigh, guiding you into place with a thankful soft grasp. You slowly settled down your weight until you were fully sitting on his thigh. The embarrassing position was made all the more humiliating as you felt with the thigh between his legs the presence of the bulge in his pants with your leg slotted between his legs.

His hands rubbed encouraging circles into your skin as you undid the top button. It was a shame he so brutishly ruined such an expensive shirt, but that was the least of your worries currently. You could feel his hungry eyes on your tits as your bra came fully into view, but you didn't have the courage to look at him, instead turning your face down to watch your hands working to fully expose yourself to the man. Finally, when you reached the bottom of your blouse, you shrugged it off onto the bed. He positioned his hands so both were on your waist, specifically at the top of your trousers.

"I wanna see these gone next."

He lightly pushed his thigh up against your groin to emphasize his words. You grit your teeth at the unwanted yet not entirely unpleasant friction between your legs as you undo your pants, Cheavy letting you go just enough to kick your pants off before settling back in place on his thigh. He used both hands to pull you forward until your bare skin pressed against his still-clothed body. Then, with one hand on your cheek, he moved your face to finally meet you at eye level before pulling you into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. He groaned as he rolled his tongue around your mouth, feeling your tongue shyly returning some affection. This momentarily held his attention until he decided he needed more.

He used both hands to unhook your bra and off your body without breaking the kiss. Then, with a crushing force, you felt his hands clamp down over your tits, squishing them together and rolling his thumbs over your nipples. Next, Cheavy broke the kiss to bring his head to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, where he began to suckle and nibble at the thin skin. You grit your teeth at the way his touch continued to turn you, clenching your thighs tighter around his thigh. He shamelessly continued to paw at your chest even when you encircled his wrists with your hands, trying weakly to push out of his hold. Genuinely, you weren't trying to piss him off. You just wanted a moment to catch your breath. But when Cheavy suddenly pushed his thigh up between your legs again, you couldn't help but arch your back forward, leaning all the more into his touch.

He eventually broke contact with your neck to begin undoing his harness, but you interrupted.

"Here, lay back down. Let me do it for you."

He watched you with charmed eyes as you willed your hands into motion to undo the harness he wore over his undershirt. Anyone could tell you were scared by how your hands trembled and fumbled to complete the task of stripping him down. Despite being almost entirely nude, you felt a humiliating flush of shame. All the while, he stared you down, eyes half-lidded with lust. He moved with you to remove the harness and his shirt before pushing them off the bed. His broad chest, massive with a decent layer of blubber, was coated with coarse ungroomed body hair, and you couldn't help but notice the thick happy trail leading down to his pants. He was much leaner than the Heavy you knew, but that wasn't saying much, and he was no lightweight. His body had remained well intact, despite being what you assumed must've been at least into his 50s. Heavy's chest and upper arms were decorated with thick veins, just like the ones you noticed earlier on his neck.

You were humiliated by the way you were momentarily distracted by his body, but you couldn't help but find yourself staring. He was built like a bull, a feral animal. The broadness of his chest, the mighty length of his shoulders, rising and falling evenly with every breath he took. Reaching out, you ran your hands down his chest feeling Heavy's thick skin adorned with ample scar tissue, using your fingers to lightly prod at the skin, feeling his body shake with an easy laugh.

"You like what you see?"

"You're so, I mean, my God, you're absolutely massive…."

He shrugged at this, taking great pleasure. Your hands felt so small and soft against his body as you reluctantly felt him up. Soon enough, your hands began to drift a little lower, smoothing over the thick layer of fat over his lower belly, and you steeled yourself to finally undo his pants. Heavy rolled his hips forward to meet your hands as you undid the top button, wanting to undo them quickly, like pulling off a bandaid.

Because of this, you were completely caught off guard when you realized Heavy wore nothing under his pants. Forcing you to finally come face to face with his cock, already fully erect, enhanced with thick veins, and just as thick as you feared. Even though you could only see as much as his open pants would allow you to tell, judging by his pubes, his lower body must've been just as hairy as his upper body.

"I'm not one to take mercy on the enemy. So for your sake, I suggest you don't half-ass this."

Ever since you met Heavy, you were instantly intimidated by his voice, but this line, in particular, sent a chill down your spine as you felt a fresh wave of fear wash over you. But he was right. If you wanted to make it, you needed to earn it, and he wanted you arousing, not simpering and begging for mercy. Though you knew in the back of your mind, seeing you so feeble and cowering at least caught his attention long enough not to shoot you the moment he laid eyes on you. Just focus already, and get it over with! You mentally screamed at yourself.

And so you did.

Cupping both your hands around his shaft, you worked up a bit of saliva in your mouth before rolling your tongue very slowly along the underside of his cock. Heavy's head tipped back, sighing with relief as you used your fingers to massage along the base of his dick, keeping the pleasure going while you fought back nausea and forced yourself to go back down. Pulling your hand away, you spit on your fingers, doing the same with the other hand. He was massive, and you wanted to try and minimize as much friction as possible. You could feel him throbbing with your hands when you licked another long line under his member, lightly flicking your tongue against his tip. Kissing the tip softly, you stretched your mouth open, ready to take as much in your mouth as you could manage.

You were hardly prepared when you felt a massive hand on the top of your head, stopping you from pulling away. Breathing through your nose, trying to ignore the pungent musk surrounding your head, you squeezed your eyes shut. Lips stretched to accommodate his shaft, he rolled his hips slightly, pushing deeper inside.

"Sto'! Yo'r 'oo 'ig!"

There was a good chance he couldn't hear your whimpering over the sound of his strained breathing, as well your own choking sounds as you tried to keep breathing, but there was an ever greater chance he simply didn't care. Foolishly you moved your hands from around his base to fist at the sheets, trying to pull your head away, Cheavy didn't like that. But fortunately for him, he happened to have your head completely in his hands, and thus could use you to compensate for the loss of tightness. With a low groan, he forced your head down even lower until the tip reached the back of your throat. Despite all this, you did your best to keep sucking away, to use your tongue, and to move your head around the best you could.

Clearly, your efforts were paying off, as you could feel his movements begin to grow even needier. His grip on the back of your head tightened painfully, and his hips jerked up sharply, his precum beginning to dribble out the sides of your mouth, though you could feel the stuff mixing with your drool as it leaked down your chin. After a bit more of this, you felt his entire body tensing up as he shot his whole load into your mouth. You could feel your stomach growling and twisting with disgust as you felt the hot stuff slide down your throat, followed by a salt-water-like aftertaste. Finally, he released his hold on your head, allowing you to disconnect from his body with an embarrassing popping sound. Thankfully you were given a moment to catch your breath as he did the same. His head rested against the wall as you cleaned up what remained of his seed off your face before wiping it away on the bed sheets.

"Lay on your back. Right now."

He hardly even gave you a moment to follow his command before roughly shoving you down on your back when you managed to sit upright, your head at the foot of the bed. Ripping your underwear with a harsh jerk, he pulled them down your legs before dropping them off the side of the bed. You stared up at the ceiling, hearing him remove his pants before they joined your clothes on the floor. You watched him draw closer from your peripherals until he kneeled directly before you. Cheavy took hold of your thighs in both hands without waiting for your permission and spread them wide, keeping them painfully pinned down to the bed. The suddenness and force at which he grabbed you caused you to yelp in alarm and squirm in discomfort and fear under his touch, though you didn't have a chance to break free from his hold. He chuckled, crushing his fingers against your flesh even harder, causing you to wince and grit your teeth to try and withstand the pain.

"Don't tell me you're scared now, little girl. The fun's just getting started."

You shook your head no but knew he could read the pain on your face clear as day. You were too scared to look down, too terrified of the sight below. Your most dangerous of advisories was just a breath away from your vulnerable sex, and there was nothing you could do to protect yourself now. It hardly mattered to Cheavy, he knew you were scared out of your mind, and that was all he needed. Using the tip of his tongue, he lightly licked up, collecting the wetness that continued seeping out of you. He felt a new excitement rising within himself, watching your smaller body twitch and writhe, pinned to the bed under his massive hands. He wanted to draw out the moment, really he did, but when his tongue reached your clit, Cheavy teased the swollen bundle of nerves, the sound of your moans so beautifully complemented by your unsteady breathing, he just about lost all sense of self-control.

Connecting his lips to your body, he kissed your clit, sucking in, messily rolling his tongue against you, shuddering with pleasure as he finally tasted your tempting body. But he needed more. Greedily he continued to suckle, leading one of your thighs, guiding it to wrap around the back of his head. The friction of his facial hair against your inner thighs felt so bizarre, unlike anything you'd felt before, but it was hardly enough to distract you from what his mouth was doing between your legs. You felt him use his free hand to slide two gnarly fingers inside you, collecting more wetness and only briefly breaking contact with you to suck his fingers clean.

God, he was moving too fast, too harshly, but you couldn't deny it all felt so good. But it was better than good. There was something about being manhandled by this hulking brute that was such a turn-on. Feeling his heavy body bearing down against you, pumping his fingers in and out while his drool mixed with the slick between your legs. You could feel the pressure building deep in your gut, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Then, rolling your head back, you felt your climax coming closer. Surely he could feel it too, you were throbbing, and you could feel your heart race in anticipation.

But just as you took a deep breath, preparing for your final release, you felt his fingers pull out, his mouth disconnect. Making a disappointed noise, you pulled away from the mattress a little to look down at him. Heavy, still pinning one of your legs down with his hand pulled away from you, your leg sliding down, disconnecting from the back of his head. Biting your lower lip, you were thankful for the dim lighting in the room. You didn't want a full view of his face covered in your slick.

"You want to come too? Make yourself useful and get on top of me."

For such a simple command, it took nearly all your strength to stop your knees from knocking together as you used your arms to push yourself up to a sitting position. Looking at the head of the bed, Cheavy sat upright with his back to the headboard, waiting for you to sit on his lap. From the looks of him, you figured he was just as turned on as you were, his cock hard and already beginning to leak precum. Of course he was already hard.

Given how intensely he was staring you down, looking Cheavy directly in the eye was impossible. Keeping your head down, sulking forward when you got to his feet, you looked up, unsure what he wanted from you.

"Closer."

Nodding, you padded closer, swallowing your nerves. You spread your legs, straddling Cheavy's thighs, grabbing his shoulders to keep steady. Impatiently, Cheavy reached out, and with a harsh grip on your hips, he pulled you closer until your core was just over his tip. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Cheavy run one of his huge hands along your hip towards your backside, your soft flesh feeling warm and inviting to Cheavy as he watched you try to conceal your arousal by hiding your face, but you couldn't hide this. He knew a part of you clung to your personal decency, too afraid to fully let go and give into pleasure, not like that would last much longer anyway.

Tightening your grip on his shoulders, you ran your pussy along the underside of his cock, adding a bit of slickness to his hefty shaft. You were almost too scared to look, trying not to think about the pain and forcing yourself to keep moving. Judging by how his cock throbbed against you, he wanted you right now. Still, despite your own desires, you were almost too scared to move further. You knew it was too late to turn back, but you still felt utterly unprepared. You could tell he wanted you to be the one to move first as he was eerily still below. You didn't need to look down, using your sense of touch to align your core with his member as you forced yourself to lower down to envelope his head. It stung like hell. Despite how you prepared for this moment, he was still hung as hell, and you couldn't help but fear what would happen if it didn't fit.

Cheavy shifted his arms, one wrapping around the back of your neck, holding the back of your head in the palm of his hand, and the other wrapping around your waist. You were surprised he wasn't slamming into you or forcing himself inside, instead taking you in his arms almost soothingly.

"Deeper- Now!"

"I'm trying!"

Despite being on your knees and heavily sitting down, the two of you were still, just about at eye level, as you could feel his hot breath against your neck and face with every word he spoke. You gasped, feeling him push up just a little to encourage you to go on. Using your grip on his shoulders, you drew closer, wrapping your arms around the back of his head, connecting your cheeks together.

The sting was still there, but you fought back, forcing yourself to take more, the pain dulling the longer you got used to feeling something so massive inside. His head leaned back a little, signing in relief as you finally managed to take all of him inside you. You heard him inhale deeply, breathing in your scent, moaning in pleasure at the sensory overload of the moment before giving in entirely.

"You think you're ready? You need me to move first?"

Whispering in his ear, you answered,

"I am."

Needing no further incentive, you felt his hips begin to rock below you. The stinging started to fade away as he moved surprisingly adept beneath you. The feeling replaced by pleasurable friction. It felt wrong to want him so bad, but you didn't even care. For just a moment, you wanted nothing more than to chase your own pleasure, taking Cheavy right along with you. The lewd sound of wet skin against skin accented by the headboard hitting the wall behind the bed and the combined sound of your choppy breathing. Cheavy's arm slithered down from your waist to your crotch as he found your clit again. He used his fingers to roll the bud between his fingers, pinching lightly, massaging the skin with a skill you'd never expected from him.

It was getting harder and harder to keep up. You felt so tiny and under his control on his lap, your mind lost to the pleasure. You felt a familiar burning feeling deep in your gut, though now you were rolling and grinding your hips against his, feeling how you were arousing him just as intensely. His hand on the back of your head tightened as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back slightly. Gasping in surprise, your little reaction only encouraged his roughness as he wounded his fingers deeper into your hair, the pull increasing in strength the closer he was to his climax. And with one more pull on the back of your head, in perfect sync with a pinch to the clit you came right then and there, riding Heavy needily as you wanted to draw out your orgasm the best you could, now mentally sending your blessings to this psychopath and his huge cock. You pushed away from his shoulders with your hands, your back arching in pleasure as your entire body went tense and rigid.

Feeling your body coming against his was the final push he needed to reach his own peak. Cheavy shot his load straight into you, hips bucking the cum deeper inside as he pounded into you mercilessly. Even after his orgasm, he continued to mindlessly pump into you, feeling the pleasurable aftershocks of his orgasm beginning to settle in.

Cheavy's shoulders slumped, and his head followed suit, bobbing slightly as he tried to catch his breath while you were still buzzing from your orgasm, unable to do anything but brace your weight against his shoulders. You were still trying to find your bearings as you felt him carefully pull out, keeping hold of your waist to keep you steady. You were distantly aware of the feeling of his seed dripping between your legs, down your thighs. Momentarily forgetting yourself, you slackened his grip, falling into his chest. For all the mental and physical pain you'd suffered today, you desperately wanted to be held, to feel just a morsel of comfort, no matter from who.

This didn't last too long, as Cheavy began to shift in bed, easily moving your body with his. Going from sitting up in bed to laying down. Feeling your initial fear of Cheavy resurfacing, you timidly shifted from resting your body on top of his to laying on your side right next to him. You curled into the fetal position with your back to him, not quite in pain but far from at ease. You were filled with dread as you couldn't help but wonder if you could trust him to hold up his side of the bargain now that he had what he wanted. After all, you were no one to him. Just a body he could use to warm his bed.

It took everything to try and push these thoughts away. To try and convince yourself you did everything you could to survive, that come next morning, Heavy would want you gone. The feeling of Cheavy's hefty arm pulling you possessively into his chest as he repositioned to lay on his side facing you. Then in a low whisper, you heard him speak, his breath tickling the flesh of your face.

"You did well. I never thought you spies were good for much of anything. I think I'll keep you here a little longer."

With this one statement, you felt your blood run cold. Without realizing your body began to tremble. You felt cold and terrified despite how close you were to his warm body. Like a splash of frigid water, you felt goosebumps prickle, and your stomach flip. He knew. He fucking knew all along, and I fell right for it! You thought bitterly. You wanted to cry, or scream, or try and fight back, or run, but you knew it was pointless, and you'd lost the battle. He couldn't see your face, but he could tell by your unsteady breathing and tense body that you were only now realizing the situation. In a mockingly soothing gesture, he began to run his hand along your arm, hushing your ragged and fearful breathing.

"It's not every day a hostage is practically thrown right into my lap like this. But you're something special. I can feel it."

Your stomach churned with disgust and fear as you could do nothing but lay down in the grave you'd drug for yourself unknowingly. You couldn't budge an inch from his body, given his hold on you. With a trembling voice, you spoke,

"How did you-"

"I've seen your wanted posters with the rest of your team. That mask of yours doesn't hide as much as you think it does. I had a hunch it was a spy stirring up my team, and the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew."

"But why this! Why not just kill me if you hate me so much?"

You couldn't hide the distress in your voice nor the sobs you no longer had the strength to hide.

He pulled you a little tighter.

"Like I said, it's been too long since I've seen some fresh meat around here. And all the better, a little spy. I hate your type, you know that? You think you're so clever, so sneaky, so much better than the rest of us, don't you? You, spineless Spies, don't deserve a quick death. Your kind has been a thorn in my side for too long, I can't kill you all, but I sure as hell can make you pay on their behalf."

You wanted to question him further as though you had anything to say for yourself. You were an embarrassment to spies everywhere, and now you were stuck here, against your will and under enemy command.

"You'll make a nice little bargaining chip. Your teammates must be so worried about their poor little spy. But do you think they would take you back if they knew what you've done?"

You answered in a weak, cracked voice, hardly louder than a whisper.

"You're wrong. We're a team. They would never abandon me. No matter what."

He snickered in amusement as you clung to what little resilience you could muster. It was cute, really.

"You're sure about that? Do you really think they'll trust you once they find out you've fucked the enemy because you were too weak to escape? I bet if they could see you now, naked, full of my cum, and in the enemy's bed, none of them would want you back. Hell, maybe I could slit your throat right now, and they would be on my side."

You huffed, trying to prove you didn't believe him, but it wasn't until now that you realized how filthy you felt. You hated how right he was. The way you wanted to puke, feeling his sweaty chest pressing against your back, the feeling of his seed deep in your gut. How you felt like you could still feel his cum running down your throat, over your tongue, and spilling from the sides of your mouth. As much as it hurt to admit it, Heavy was right. You felt repulsive. As much as you tried to assure yourself you only did what you had to do to survive, it did nothing to stop the shame from washing over you. You felt sick to be in your own skin, fresh tears prickling in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks as you used every ounce of strength to remain cloistered, to do whatever you could to prevent giving Heavy the satisfaction of seeing you broken down and frail. Finally, with a light peck on your cheek, Heavy whispered.

"Tomorrow is gonna be a fun day for us. You'll want to get some sleep in while you can."

Suddenly you felt his hold around your body tighten as he spoke in a frighteningly low hiss.

"And if you try to escape and wake me up, I'll break your fucking spine."

You nodded rapidly, wanting nothing more than to escape his vice-like grip. Fortunately, this was all it took, and he relaxed while keeping you tightly under his arm, tucked under his chin. You could not fall asleep, but you forced yourself to close your eyes and slow your breathing. It wasn't long until you felt his breathing begin to copy your rhythm as he drifted off to sleep. You wished you could do the same, but his questions kept repeating. Of course, your team would want you back. They would understand you did what you had to do. There's no way they would see you as a traitor for doing what you needed to do to survive. Despite how you tried to assure yourself, Cheavy successfully planted seeds of doubt in your mind, and now there was no way to ignore the uncertainty lingering in your mind. Wondering if you could trust your team to want you back, fearing the worst was yet to come.

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nevvaraven · 1 year

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At least I’ve got you

Regulus keeps getting surprise visits from a dog?

“Oh for fucks sake- REG! Your stupid dog’s back.”

“How many times do I have to remind you that he’s not mine?”

“Well maybe try reminding him, this is the like the tenth time he’s wandered in here now!”

Regulus peeks his head out of the bathroom to see Barty angrily stuffing the contents of his desk into his book bag, whilst simultaneously sending irritated looks over to the familiar black dog now resting casually on Regulus’ bed.

The dog bares his teeth and growls slightly towards Barty when Regulus finally steps out but the minute he does so, the dog’s head snaps towards him with an excited bark, and any previous aggression vanishes as his tail begins to wag.

“I’m going to the library with Evan, I’ll see you later.” Barty huffs out, practically stomping out the room, “and that thing better be gone when I get back!”

The door slams on his way-out causing Regulus to roll his eyes, and if he didn’t know any better he’d say the dog lets out a little huff of laughter at Barty’s dramatic exit.

“Back again, are we?” Regulus asks approaching the now clearly appeased animal with a soft smile. The familiar creature lets his tongue wag out and smiles widely as Regulus begins stroking his head.

He isn’t quite sure where exactly the dog always come from.

The first time Regulus ever saw him was after one of the less fortunate quidditch games a few weeks ago, they had lost rather pathetically, and he had stayed behind in the changing rooms not wanting to deal with the aftermath of it all.

He remembers it had been a particularly rough day, with not only his mother having sent him a humiliating howler at breakfast about not screwing up at his game but also since it had been Sirius’ birthday. Regulus had refused to even glance in his direction following the silence after the howler had ripped itself to shreds but he knew he was watching him, half the bloody hall was, he just couldn’t bring himself to look back. Too afraid of what would follow, what he would see.

Afraid it would be a stranger.

He knew perfectly well the extent to which he was no longer a part of Sirius’ life, he didn’t need the reminders.

Regulus had been sat in the changing rooms long after everyone else had already left, head in hands and still in his kit when the dog had wandered in, at first he had looked around in confusion wondering where the owner was, but no one had followed the animal in. And when the dog placed its head on his lap, Regulus felt no desire to really go looking.

It was sort of ridiculous but in that moment, Regulus had needed someone, anyone really, to prove to him he wasn’t as alone in this world as he felt. The whole day had felt like one punch after another, and for whatever reason, when the dog looked up at him, it felt like he understood. Like he was telling him it was all going to be ok. He knows logically that can’t be true but, in the moment, he felt some odd form kinship with the dog. And call him crazy but he thinks the dog felt it too. Why else would he keep coming back?

Ever since that day whenever Regulus has had a bad enough day that he can’t hide it in his expression, the dog always somehow shows up and offers him that small amount of comfort that keeps him from feeling like he’s fallen over the edge. It didn’t make sense then and it doesn’t make sense now but for better or worse this dog has managed to keep finding his way back to Regulus when he needs him, and Regulus has undoubtedly grown very attached to him.

He tried hard not to, but these days there aren’t a lot of people he feels comfortable talking to about the things that play on his mind, and something about the dog just makes him feel safe enough to open up in a way he just can’t seem to with anyone else.

“How do you even get in here?” Regulus asks lying down next to him.

The dog responds by placing its head softly on his shoulder.

“I feel like I should have a name for you by now.” Regulus says laying his head against the dog, “never really been quite good at names though,” Regulus murmurs stroking the dog’s head, “how do you feel about.....Noir?”

The dog lets out a huff in response.

“Ok clearly not,” Regulus laughs, the smile dying on his face when the next thought appears, “you know who’s great at names? Sirius.”

The dog’s ears perk up at that, they always seem to whenever he mentions his brother. He had been on Regulus’ mind all day, they had run into each other in the hallway earlier and Sirius had been holding hands with that friend he’s always staring at, Lupin. They looked at each other in a way that friends just don’t. It was so plainly obvious. To all of them it seemed since Sirius had ripped his hand away the second he had spotted Regulus. Regulus had immediately turned in the opposite and despite hearing his brother call for him, he had continued walking.

He knew. Of course he knew. But he wasn’t going to be able to say the right things. He never has. So he’d rather say nothing at all now. It’s easier this way, spilling his heart out to an animal who doesn’t really comprehend anything he says.

It’s not real.

“He used to play this game when we were younger,” Regulus starts as the dog perks up, “where he’d look out the window and make up stories for every person who walked by the street, he’d give them names and backstories and explain why they were out that day, it was all so ridiculous. He used to do it to cheer me up whenever mother got angry.” Regulus feels tears begin to prick in the corners of his eyes as the longing for a person who no longer thinks of him begins to build up in him, “I still do it sometimes, when I go home. I try to think of the kind of stories he’d make up for people but they’re never as good. One time this kid with long hair walked past and I nearly ran outside because I thought it was him,” Regulus laughs through his tears at the absurdity of it. “It wasn’t.”

When he looks back at the dog he’s surprised to see there are tears in his eyes as well.

“It’s ok,” Regulus whispers, stroking him again in what he hopes is a comforting motion, “I actually saw him today.”

The dog raises his head from his shoulder to look down at him, eyes unblinking.

“I think he’s happy. He looked happy.” Regulus admits, the dog looks away from him for the first time and gazes towards the window, “I didn’t know what to say to him, I know he must’ve been scared not knowing what I was thinking, but I’ve never known what to do with his fear. Which is a shame since he always knew exactly what to do with mine.”

The dog looks back at him then, he almost looks sad.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get to tell him, but I’m glad he’s happy. Even if I don’t get to be a part of any of it.” Regulus whispers, “one of us should be.”

The dog whines and for a moment Regulus thinks he’s crying. The sight of it for some reason is too much for Regulus to handle.

“I think you should get going buddy,” Regulus says wiping at his own and sitting up, “Barty and Evan will be back soon, and I don’t think they’ll be as happy to see you as I am.”

The dog sniffles and crawls into his lap, his front paws come all the way up to Regulus’ shoulders and he leans his head against Regulus’ chest. There’s only one person Regulus has ever accepted a hug from and as he sits there in his room holding on to the small creature that can’t possibly understand the comfort he provides him, Regulus wishes not for the first time, that his brother was here.

“It’s ok,” Regulus whispers into the dog’s fur, “at least I’ve got you.”

#microfic #regulus black #Sirius Black #black brothers #i needed a distraction #here it is

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forlornmelody · 10 months

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Bury A Friend: Chapter 2 -- Say it, spit it out, what is it exactly?

Rating: Explicit (previous and future chapters have smut)

Ship: Jayrose, Roseroy, eventual poly dynamics.

AO3 Link: Here

Summary: As Rose's employers tighten the net around them, she has a harder and harder time hiding her feelings for Roy from Jason.

Note: Aaaah, one of the scenes for this fic was DIRECTLY inspired from the fic's namesake, and was one of the first scenes I wrote for this fic. In my head, anyway. So excited to finally share it with y'all.

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Two days after the first kidnapping, Rose’s in the same room, but this time her captors didn’t bother with the bag. No, a blunt-force knock out proved much more efficient. Someone else might have died. Rose, on the other hand, has a killer headache. On the bright side, she isn’t going to have a headache for much longer.

“I’m disappointed in you, Wilson.” Why do they always have to monologue? “So much potential gone to waste.” Seriously, Rose has a fucking supervillain for a father. She’s suffered enough monologues to last her a lifetime.

Rose breathes in and out, focusing on her breath the way Joey taught her to meditate, staring down the barrel of the gun as if there’s a light at the end of it.

BANG!

Rose blinks, watching as the woman in front of her, her former employer, flops face first onto the table, blood spilling from her forehead across the steel surface. She blinks again as Jason opens the door from the other side of the two-way mirror, Roy right on his heels.

“You really thought we were gonna let them kill you?” Roy says as Jason slashes through the zip tie holding her wrists.

“Maybe you should have.”

“Maybe they should have made the glass bulletproof,” Jason mutters as Roy helps her up.

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None of them return to the safe house, as it’s no longer safe. Rather than take any of their vehicles, or those belonging to Bruce Wayne–too many chances of being tracked–they decide to hotwire a generic chimo van. Roy wins rock paper scissors, and so he breaks in with a trick arrow, and hotwires the ignition with both Jason and Rose watching over his shoulder.

“Really-Roy-toy? You’re making a huge mess.”

“We’re only using it once, Jaybird.”

Rose’s head knocks back against her headrest. “Ugh. I could’ve done it faster.”

Roy wipes his brow. She wonders what it would be like to watch it drip down his chest. “Not all of us are blessed with visions, Rose.”

“You mean cursed.”

Jason shoots him a look. Gritting his teeth, Roy says nothing at first, then sighs. “Sorry. Could I get some space here?”

“C’mon. Ginger Snaps needs more room to work his magic.” Jason and Rose snicker together as they exit the van in search of tacos. It’s Tuesday, after all.

There’s a taco truck around the corner. There’s also a line ten people deep.

“Fuck. Maybe we can order delivery?” Rose spins on her heels, but Jason grasps her shoulder, stopping her.

He leans over, his whisper stirring her hair, and making her shiver. “And how would we explain Roy hotwiring a van to the driver?”

“He lost the keys. And we don’t want to pay for a locksmith.”

“Delivery would also take longer.”

“Fine.”

“I know how we can pass the time.” Rose waggles her eyebrows playfully, leaning her head on Jason’s shoulder.

Jason runs his hands through his hair, and it makes her want to mess it up even more. Pull on it until he hisses with pleasure. His shirt pulls up with the motion, exposing a delicious sliver of skin. Rose traces it with her finger and he bats her hand away. “Rose.”

“C’mon.” She grins, giving him a lingering kiss. “No “we almost died so we’re gonna fuck in an alley” sex?”

He matches her grin, despite himself. “Not yet.” He pushes her to arm’s length. “If we’re gonna keep doing this, you have to promise me something.”

“Mm, weird way to ask for a safe word, but okay. I’m game.”

“No,” he snorts. “No more secrets.”

“Jason,”

“Rose. Please. Promise me.” He takes both her hands in his own, kissing them like they’re in some historical drama. The sop.

But it gets under her skin regardless. “Okay. I promise.”

Just when Rose starts to squirm, her phone buzzes with a text message.

Van’s ready. I want carnitas with extra guac.

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Y’know. Maybe this whole running from death thing is overrated. Maybe Rose is going to save her ex-employers the trouble of taking her out. Anything to avoid this.

The hotel is full of people–good, yes. More crowds to disappear into. More guests for the staff to pay attention to. More noise to mask the sound of their voices. Only one problem, really.

There’s only one room left in this entire hotel. And it’s a fucking honeymoon suite. Only one king-sized bed for the three of them. Oh, an entire kitchenette and a fully stocked fridge. But only one fucking bed. Rose is going to murder someone.

“I could sleep on the couch,” Roy volunteers.

“Absolutely not,” Jason and Rose snap.

The room is too hot to sleep in, even with the AC. These stupid fucking synthetic sheets that feel so luxurious until you’re fucking baking like a cake beneath them. And so, Rose spends the night sandwiched between two very hot guys (in both senses of the word) and she can’t do a thing about it. Facing Jason to ignore Roy and his Old Spice aroma does nothing. And her fucking boyfriend falls right asleep.

She must’ve passed out sometime before dawn, because Rose wakes wrapped in Roy’s arms. If only Rose can extricate herself before Jason wakes–and that’s when she smells french toast. Rose looks up just in time to meet Jason’s eyes, watching her. Does it bother him? She can’t tell. Jason and his fucking poker face. “Hungry?” he asks.

In more ways than you know. Fuck. Does she wake Roy up? Does she let him get his beauty sleep? (Like the fucker needs it.) Rose is almost about to move regardless when his murmur stirs the nape on her neck. Roy tightens his hold, as if she’s a full-size teddy bear.

“Might as well wake him up, unless you want to spend the entire morning in bed.” Jason says neutrally over the sizzle of the frying pan. Is he suggesting—?

Rose stammers, “I swear I woke up like this. I didn’t–” She pries Roy’s arm off her middle and slips out of bed like she’s bypassing security.

A ghost of a smile appears on Jason’s face as he focuses on the french toast. “Roy’s a total cuddle bug. You look cute together.”

Her heart hammers in her chest, and her cheeks flush. Really? She mouths, too afraid to avoid the question out loud. You think so? Instead, she darts to the kitchen and pulls Jason into a kiss, breakfast be damned.

“Mm,” Jason kisses back, briefly, before pulling back. “You’re in a good mood. Something happen in your dreams?”

Rose searches for a suitable answer, but Roy breaks the silence first.

“Huh? What’d I miss? Mm…you cookin’, Jaybird? Save s’me f’rme.” Roy twists in the sheets, tangling himself up further.

Rose is in the middle of coming up with a convincing lie when the vision hits her. Sighting lasers. The countertop peppered with bullets. Jason’s head knocked back by a bullet in the forehead. Red circles blooming on the sheets covering Roy’s body. “Get down!” she shrieks.

Both Jason and Roy duck. They know better than to hesitate when Rose uses that tone. She sees the lasers a second time–in real time, and the sound of the bullets hitting and cracking the granite above their heads. The ping of bullets going through the pots and the frying pans. “Should we call security?” Roy yells over the din, still in his boxers.

“Don’t bother. They would have been called by now.” If hotel security was on their side. Which it isn’t.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you.” Rose needs to concentrate. Lean into her adrenaline rush. Her dad once said she had a brain like a computer. She just needed to use it.

Use it.

Rose waits for a break in the covering fire, grabbing the bag of ice they stuck in the freezer, dumping it on the frying pan. Sorry, Jason. The ice cubes crack and hiss, filling the room with steam, the grease spilling over and catching fire, following the steam with smoke. She needs the phone. But not for a phone call. She pitches the phone at one goon’s head, shattering his visor and knocking him back. The base she rips out of the wall and strangles the next guard with the cord.

C’mon, c’mon. Always living three seconds in the future means she’s always waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. Jason found his pistols. Twang. And the hiss of a smoke-bomb arrow. But it doesn’t hit its target in time. Rose hears the SMACK of a body hitting the kitchen floor. She doesn’t wait. She lunges, grabbing the last goon and ramming him against the counter. Jason stops firing, and the smoke slowly clears.

Roy’s on the ground, and he’s not moving. Shit. Rose should have seen it coming. She should have blocked it. At least she heals on her own. There’s blood trailing down the side of his temple. C’mon, c’mon. Pressing her fingers against his neck, Rose bites her lip as she waits for his heartbeat. It’s faint, but it’s there. “Jason, get some cold water.”

The moment the water hits him, Roy shoots back up with a gasp, and Rose has to hold his shoulders down to keep him from rising too fast. “Easy. You got hit pretty hard.”

Blinking several times, Roy slurs “Rose? Why’re there three’f you?”

Fuck, she could cry night now. “Shut up.” And then she’s kissing him. Maybe it’s the fact he could’ve died. Maybe it’s the way he’s sloppily kissing back. Or maybe it’s those energy drinks he’s always pounding–Roy tastes so sweet.

And then he pulls back, bumping his head on the floor. “Ow.” He opens his eyes, looking up at her. “We shouldn’” Roy’s blue eyes pop against his flushed cheeks, and they slide to the right, drawing Rose’s attention to the man watching this entire exchange. Her boyfriend. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.

“Jason,” Rose says quicky.

He holds up his hand. “Can we talk? In private?”

The air leaves her lungs. Rose manages to nod, stuffing her hoodie under Roy’s head. “Stay.” She mutters, dragging herself out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. Jason shuts the door behind them.

“Jason, I wasn’t thinking. I was just happy he’s okay.”

He watches her with his goddamn poker face. Why couldn’t he just be angry? Like a normal person? “Was that all?”

“I swear.”

Jason shakes his head. “Rose, you promised. No more secrets.”

“I’m not keeping any! I told you about my employer–my ex-employer.”

“I’m not talking about them. I’m talking about Roy.”

“There’s nothing about Roy!”

Jason’s face finally breaks–his eyebrows crinkle and his eyes waver, but otherwise he keeps that perfect Wayne composure. “Rose. Please.” He swallows. “I know this isn’t the first time.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She can’t lose him. Not like this. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Releasing the breath he was holding, Jason runs his hand through his hair. “Rose. Listen. Please. Do what you want with Roy. Just don’t hurt him.”

“But–” I love you, she finishes in her head. “I want to stay with you.” Yeah. Safer to say that instead.

His eyes light up as he brushes his thumb across her cheek. “Why does it have to be one or the other?”

“Huh?” Rose’s brain short circuits.

Jason reaches for her hand, squeezing it. “Who says you have to choose between us?” He falters before she can answer. “Well, Roy might.” Licking his lips nervously, he adds softly, “but I won’t.”

“You mean it?” Rose squeezes his hand, and Jason opens his mouth to answer her.

“Guys?” Roy calls out groggily from the living room.

“Shit, Roy!” They tumble back into the living room together.

#Sorry to disappoint you if you were hoping for smut this chapter. I just couldn't fit it in (heh) with the plot constraints #and have it make sense. But I DO promise there is SO MUCH MORE SMUT to come.#dc comics #jason todd #rose wilson #roy harper #jayrose #roseroy #melody writes #bury a friend

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