#i need to stop poking at this urgh

[solcarow]

Black Hole Sun

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Up All Night 6

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, narcissim, probably name calling and nasty words, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (older!reader)

Note: I wasn’t serious about this but now I were. Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You go through your usual routine. Well, not exactly. As you wait for the kettle to boil for your coffee, you go into the bedroom, the raucous, alcohol-laced snores of your boss filling the space. You open the closet, giving little concern to his sleep, as you search for an outfit.

You take a grey-blue dress and retrieve several other pieces from your top drawer. You snatch your watch from the top of the dresser, not allowing a glance towards the man in your bed. Man child!

You stomp out to the living room and leave your clothes on the couch as you go to brew the coffee. You let it steep as you get dressed. Bra and underwear first. You pull on one stocking then bend to poke your foot in the other. As you roll it up your leg, you hear a groan.

Ransom’s hand hits the wall as he lumbers down the hallway. You quickly fix the top of the stocking and snatch the dress up, hiding behind it as you face him. He groggily blinks at you as she yawns and rubs his eye socket.

“Christ,” you whisper as you flick your eyes to the ceiling. He’s still fucking naked.

“Coffee…” he grumbles.

“Clothes,” you retort and unzip the back of the dress, swiftly slipping it over your head. You strain to pull up the zipper and smooth the front. “What is wrong with you?”

“Damn, always knew you were a tight ass but–”

You collect the clothing littered around the floor. It smells like liquor and sweat. You huff as you go to him, staring him down, only looking above his shoulders. You shove the armful against his chest.

“Get dressed.”

“What time is it?”

“Urgh,” you let go of the clothes as he refuses to take them. They drop to the floor as you throw your hands up, “you do what you want then. But you’re out of here by the time I leave. Got it? Even if your buck naked.”

You spin and storm back to the kitchen. You press down the lever of the press and take out a sleek white mug. You pour the dark nectar into the porcelain, the last few drops landing on the counter as it slides out from under the spout. You sputter as Ransom claims your coffee and leans against the marble edge to sip and sigh.

“You’re–” you stop yourself. He is still your boss.

You look at the press. It only makes enough for you. Only what you need. You sneer and empty out the used grinds, starting another batch. You leave Ransom, still shamelessly nude, in the kitchen.

You put your watch on and return to the bedroom. A simple silver chain to complete the look. You enter the bathroom and start on your moisturising and makeup. As you apply your mascara, the door sings open and Ransom staggers in. Is he still drunk?

He slurps from the mug before he clinks it down on the corner of the counter. You ignore him and twist the mascara shut. You choose a neutral lipstick and lean in to trace your lips. He belches and flips up the lid of the toilet, leaning on the tank as he aims his dick at the bowl. The sudden scour of his piss against the porcelain makes you draw outside your lip line.

“Okay, that’s–” You scoff and toss the lipstick into your makeup case, “disgusting.”

You grab the entire leather chest and skirt out behind him, trying not to get too close. You go into the bedroom and slam your makeup collection down on the vanity. You wipe away the smudge and start again.

The toilet flushes and another obnoxious yawn thunders through the apartment. The floorboards denote his approach and you sense his shadow behind you in the mirror. You focus on yourself.

“Big mirror,” he comments as he nears, “ever fuck in it?”

You cap the lipstick and cringe, “Mr. Drysdale,” you look at your watch, “I have twenty minutes to drink my coffee and go. You have less time to get your clothes on and leave.”

“Relax, I’m coming with you. Obviously.”

“Is it? Obvious?” You ask sharply. 

“What does that mean?” He squints.

You stop yourself from answering. From telling him that you could run the office without him. That it’s actually easier without him there. You shrug.

“Put your clothes on.”

“Why?” He smirks, “you feeling something about it?”

“Revulsion, mostly.”

“Still a feeling.”

You take a breath and tilt your head. Exasperation floods to your throat and constricts. You’re only encouraging him. You exhale and step around him.

“Eighteen minutes,” you declare.

You sweep down the hall and through the front room. In the kitchen, you pour another cup of coffee, keeping your hand defensively on the mug’s handle. You put the press down and blow over the steamy cup. You taste the rich dark roast and hum.

“You’re gonna have to drive me to my place,” Ransom says over the rustle of fabric, “there’s a stain on this shirt.”

“Your puke,” you sniff derisively. “You can uber–”

“Be quicker if you drove.”

You roll your eyes, keeping your back to the door as you feel him at the threshold. You don’t have the energy for this. You should’ve left him at the club. Teach him a lesson for once in his life.

“So, I’m still confused. How did I get here?” He asks.

“How do you think?”

“Well, I really didn’t take you as the clubbing type,” he chortles, “definitely cougar vibes though. I know a guy who’s real into that–”

“I watch a man scrape you off the club floor. I wasn’t there for fun,” you face him with a growl, “next time, I’ll have them call your mom because I’m done playing that role.”

He scoffs. Then laughs. Then blows a raspberry.

“You really think you’re better than me? You? A sad old lady?”

“Mr. Drysdale,” you look at your watch. You won’t entertain his insults.

“Maybe next time, you should call my mother. You and her have a lot in common.”

“Surprising, because I don’t think I could ever raise a brat like you…” you retort and swallow tightly, “Mr. Drysdale.”

The humour drains from his face and his eyes darken. His jaw grits and he buttons up his shirt, glaring at you. “Coffee,” he snaps his fingers, “be a doll and get me another cup… assistant.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

There it is....

An excerpt from my longer fic, Long Story Short (rated M, Wolfstar, Dorlene, and Jegulus)

James’s face was unreadable. “Pads…what did you do?” He asked, pulling away from Sirius a bit.

Sirius opened and shut his mouth, trying to form words to explain everything that had happened. He decided to just rip off the band-aid. “I walked in on Moony kissing Fabian Prewett last night,” he started.

James, however, reacted quite more like he’d wanted Marlene to. “WHAT?” He yelled loudly, his mouth falling open.

Sirius would’ve smiled, if the situation wasn’t so out-of-control. Trust James to react exactly like he needed him to. He sighed and responded, “Yup.”

“Our Moony?” James confirmed, still looking shocked.

“Mhm.”

“Remus Lupin?”

“Do you know any others?”

“No, I just–well, okay, then.”

Sirius heaved a breath, trying to calm himself and organize his brain, which felt like some sort of large system of river rapids, swirling and frothing and bubbling uncontrollably. “Yeah, so I told Marlene. Just now.”

But James was again having big emotions. “You told McKinnon before me? Padfoot, what the hell!” He looked murderous.

“I–I figured it was Moony’s place to tell you and Marlene obviously gets it,” Sirius explained, though he wasn’t exactly sure why he was compelled to tell Marlene first.

James calmed a bit. “Okay, fine, I guess that’s forgivable, but why is she pissed, then?”

Sirius hesitated. How to explain? “I…I told her, but I was…I was upset, when I told her. Because, it’s Moony, yeah? K–kissing someone.” His hands clenched again at the thought of Remus kissing someone.

James nodded, but didn’t look like he understood at all. He stayed quiet, however. Sirius really loved him for that.

“So…she said something…something ridiculous, Prongs. Something…like, fucking mad.” Sirius took a breath.

James looked at him, eyebrows raised, waiting.

Sirius said nothing, hardly able to voice the absurdity of Marlene’s idea. She was so far off-base, so irrational, so…

“What’d she say, Sirius?” James asked, looking both curious and nervous.

“She said…she said I was upset because I liked Remus.”

After Sirius said this, he expected James to laugh. He expected James to smile and maybe poke a bit of fun at Marlene and talk about how she had no idea what he was talking about. He expected James to react somewhat rationally.

So, when James just wrinkled his forehead a bit, as if Sirius had been a Professor sharing some new, but thought-provoking, information to him during a lecture, Sirius wanted to punch him, as well.

“I do not like Remus!” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, thoroughly annoyed. Had everyone gone crazy today?

“Padfoot, you…you sleep in his bed,” James whispered softly.

Remus’s bed was warm. And safe and comfortable. A nice place to sleep. And when Remus accidentally spooned him while they were sleeping, it stopped him from having nightmares. So what?

“I sleep in your bed, too, doesn’t mean I want to–” Sirius started, angrily.

“You insist on staying with him in the Hospital,” James continued, voice a bit stronger now.

“I–I care about his safety! Forgive me for being a good friend!” Sirius argued, heat rising to his face.

“You…pouted for hours that one time he wouldn’t play with your hair. You steal his shirts to sleep in. You–”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Sirius yelled, face bright red, now. It wasn’t his fault, after all, that Remus was the best at playing with his hair, or that his shirts had a calming effect on him. It was just…close friendship.

“D’you get upset when you think about me kissing someone?” James retorted. “Or Pete?”

“Urgh, no,” Sirius responded quickly, before thinking about it. “As long as it isn’t in my bed, that would be–”

“And Remus? What if he was kissing someone? Even a girl? How would you feel?”

Sirius’s insides heated up unpleasantly. No, Remus kissing someone was not a great thought. “That’s…that’s different because…because I’m more protective of him…because of his…his problem! Yes, that’s it!” Relief washed through Sirius. It made sense, after all. “I want to make sure he’s treated right, is all.”

James gave Sirius a maddeningly patronizing look. “Mhm,” he nodded sarcastically.

Sirius clenched his fists. “I’m not—you’re not—this is—this is stupid, Prongs. I don’t–”

“What if he was kissing you, Padfoot? What then?” James asked, eyebrows raised.

“That’s ridiculous! Why would he–?” Sirius objected, throwing his hands in the air again.

James interrupted, “It doesn’t matter! Just think about it! How would you feel?”

It was the first time Sirius had allowed himself to indulge in the thought. He pushed his mother’s screaming out of his head and pondered for a moment. What if he and Remus kissed? Remus’s strong hands in his hair, Remus’s lips moving against his own, his body pressed against him…possibly pinning him to a wall, pushing him against it roughly, both of them groaning as their hands moved lower–

Fuck.

That did not make him angry.

“Fuck,” Sirius whispered softly, hand covering his mouth. Suddenly, all he wanted to do was kiss Remus. He wanted to know what it would feel like, to have Remus’s lips on his, to trace his fingertips along the planes of his chest, to be so close to him that he could breathe him in. “Oh, fuck,” he repeated.

“There it is,” James whispered softly, eyes sparking with amusement.

Oh fuck, Sirius liked Remus.

Sirius liked Remus.

Sirius liked Remus.

“Oh, kill me,” Sirius murmured desperately. He couldn’t do this.

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[j0ystix]

BSD genderbend HCs for DOA and Hunting Dogs

Fyodor :

- I THINK (because we don’t know Fyodor’s Canon height) Fem fyodor is 174cm. Male Sigma is 177cm so can you imagine male Sigma leaning forward to hear what fem fyodor is saying

- With heels, Fyodor is 177cm and Dazai with heels is 180cm (bro fem dazai, male dazai are the same atp)

- I saw someone drew her with this thick white fur coat and I fell in love so yes, I am a firm believer that she has a unnecessarily large white fur coat

- she wears one long black beaded rosary necklace with

- Has unnecessarily long pointy black nails that Nikolai painted to her to stop her from biting her nails but sometimes Fyodor forgets and pokes her own eye

- has the same hair as male Fyodor

- you can’t tell if she’s wearing red lipstick or there’s blood on her lips because she’s a lip bitter

- the first introduction of Fem Fyodor we will see is her leaving a church in a white babydoll dress and black tights. She holds a rosary in her hand and there’s blood splattered on her black heels, face and hands but her dress is pristine white. She would whisper “Lord thank you for this beautiful day”. Nikolai emerged from the back in a nun outfit and blood all over her and a gun in one hand.

- Fyodor would have the sexiest Russian accent omfg

- there will be a scene where she would get catcalled by some men to smile because she looked gloomy. She proceeded to kill them with her ability

- both fyodors are extremely skinny and underweight

- finds men annoying as hell because they kept asking her to smile or commenting on her skinny stature

- wears some raggedy oversized T shirt to sleep every night and fluffy striped socks and a nightcap

- doesn’t let Nikolai put make up for her

- has never gotten her period once (Nikolai suspects she doesn’t have a womb) but it’s because she is too malnourished

Fem Nikolai :

- I think she’ll wear pants AND A BLACK CORSETT. She has two long braids and she’s pretty (and notably) cute

- 175cm

- has insanely gorgeous curly white hair that she usually lets down whenever she’s undercover

- wears both black and red lipstick. Her top lip is red and bottom lip is black

- sometimes wear too revealing clothes so Fyodor has to lent her her fury white coat

- she sleeps in her lingerie (imagine the contrast between her and fyodor)

- Nikolai likes stealing Fyodor’s ONLY T shirt that she wears to sleep

- BIG CHEST NIKOLAI NATION RISE UP

- has insane period cravings and pesters Fyodor about it

- Nikolai has two my little pony figurines who she thinks represents Fyodor and her

- Nikolai paints her nails regularly

- In the prison arc when Fyodor dies and Nikolai holds onto Fyodor’s torn arm, she would kiss Fyodor’s hand because she knew that Fyodor loved the gesture of hand kissing (I think male Fyodor is the type to kiss women’s hands)

Fem Sigma

- 170cm (URGH SO MANY TALL WOMEN I LUVVV)

- screams before committing an act of violence

- cannot watch horror movies

- I think she would have those cute reflective/sparkly/glittery nails

- the softest hair too

-I think fem sigma will have bodyguards because the casino is a pretty dangerous place and she’s the manager, if a conflict arises, she has to diffuse it so she needs bodyguards everywhere she goes

- she has a pocket knife with her everywhere she goes. The casino is dangerous and she has to protect herself against angry men. When she first met male Teruko, she became disdainful because Teruko is an angry male LOL

- owns a collection of hair ribbons. Nikolai plays with her hair

- had a collection of fancy earrings worth thousands

- fem sigma loves baking cookies and decorating them. She loves baking in general

- she smells like vanilla :)

- personality would be the same as male Sigma

Fem Jouno!

- has a rose on the side of her head

- 173cm

- smells like roses

- has red nails (nobody knows if it’s nail polish or blood)

-another member of the big bust committee

- always wear those dainty gold bracelets

- long eyelashes

- loves to torture men in particular because she likes men who whimper (I can imagine her bullying male Chuuya because he’s shorter than her)

- the only hunting dog that wears heels

- probably has a taser in her back pocket

- back in the criminal organisation, she was definitely a feared woman like Dazai and Chuuya

- has “ladylike” manners like she would lift her pinkie finger when drinking tea and dap napkins lightly on her lips after she eats and she can differentiate the different types of spoon

Fem Tetchou

- gotta be honest…I think make and fem tetchou looks the EXACT same

- maybe fem tetchou is slightly shorter at 169cm and maybe her hair is longer and you can see her curves a bit more but that’s it

- she dresses androgynously too like jeans and a long sleeve shirt

- has super rough hands. Jouno always screams at her calluses and calling her disgusting

- smells kinda bad LMAO jouno scolds her for this

- I don’t think she wears makeup. Like I think the other fem characters would wear noticeable lipstick but i doubt Tetchou does

- took down many men before and they all thought she was a man

- her voice is quite deep (not as deep as her male counterpart)

- really likes princess shows and novels. SHE LOVES BARBIE

- actually, she has one rose clip at the back of her head (she has a low ponytail) which matches with Jouno :) they’re both roses with thorns

- when Tetchou thought she was going to die in the hands of Kenji she would whisper “my greatest regret was that I complained about the amount of makeup you wore. I lied, I thought you looked beautiful and I would spend the rest of my life watching you powder your face.” Because I headcanon that Jouno loves to beautify herself and Tetchou is always waiting for her so Tetchou always complains that putting on makeup is unnecessary

[theboywithburninghands]

Hello yes hi I’m not dead. Sorry, I got tangled up in playing Kingdom Hearts III and my birthday along with the usual mental struggles… But I got a new story. It’s longer than the others, and it also dabbles in another ship that I’m quite fond of along with Funnybunny. I enjoy Buttonblossom as well, I’ve always been of the opinion Pomni is bisexual. Not me projecting… anyway, this one is a little bit more dramatic. But I like it, even if it’s got a ton of ellipses, but it’s also got a big snake in it. Big snakes are cool. Enjoy, hopefully.

Jealousy, Thy Name is Rabbit

Today was a game of capture the flag set in a virtual jungle, girls against boys (boys and Zooble, just so it was 3 on 3). On the girl’s side, Ragatha was elected flag guard on account of being the tallest and widest, not that she had much in the way of competition from either of her teammates. Pomni and Gangle were the scouts sent to find the boys’ (And Zooble’s) flag. Pomni had spent the last half hour on all fours, clambering through some cartoony underbrush. The various brambles may have been gaudy shades of orange and purple, but their thorns still hurt to climb through. Caine really needed to focus less on hazards and more on… well, fun.

Pomni: OW! F@&$! *Pomni covers her right eye as a stick jabs into it* Urgh… Gangle? Where are you?

Pomni poked her head cautiously out of the canopy of plants. Her teammate was nowhere to be found. Had they already gotten separated?

Pomni: Peachy…

Pomni ducked back down into the underbrush and continued to crawl forward as best she could. Her coxcomb hat kept getting tangled in the briars, and leaves and bits of twig stuck to her hair. Caine had even gone to the effort of including irritating little bugs the size of pinpricks that crawled on her face and buzzed in her ear, which she routinely had to stop and swat. Thank god she had no nose or one of them definitely would have crawled up it by now. She peeked out from the underbrush again, spotting a small clearing up ahead. It looked like it could be the entrance to the enemy base. If she crawled, she could get there in about 10 minutes. Then it was a matter of getting past whoever they had guarding it, then getting back to her base and ending the game so they could go home. Apparently there was some sort of reward for whatever team won the round… Knowing Caine it would probably suck hard.

Pomni took a deep breath and dove back into the brush. If Jax was the flag guard, maybe she could convince him to give up the flag peacefully in exchange for some extra “alone time” that night. It was surreal to think that she had gone from hating the rabbit’s guts to him being one of her closest friends… just friends. Just friends that kissed and hugged and cuddled. Friends could do that. It had been Jax’s idea to not use any words like “relationship” or “romance” or “love” to describe what… whatever they had going on, in case of disaster. And they were both free to have “alone time” with other performers… at least that’s what she assumed. Not like Jax was close with anyone else.

Pomni came to a large, fallen tree, black and flecked with neon colors. There was no way around it without adding several minutes to her already onerous trek, so she rolled her eyes, stretched, and began to clamber over the tree. The trunk was oddly squishy, it must have gotten soft from the moisture of the jungle floor. That was a pretty impressive detail for Caine to add… As she slid over to the opposite side, her bare legs touched the trunk. The texture was odd as well, smooth and oddly bumpy… no… scaly?

hhhhhhhhssssssssssccchhhhh…

Pomni: Oh sweet f$&@.

The “tree” slid forward on its own, a good twenty feet of shiny, technicolor-on-obsidian mass emerging from the underbrush, a stone’s throw from where Pomni was just crawling. The snake turned its refrigerator-sized head to look at Pomni. Its fishbowl eyes were different colors, each appearing to slowly change hues, its left eye yellow shifting green and its right eye purple shifting brown. It flicked out its tongue, pink with electric blue stripes and thick as Bubble Tape.

Pomni: Nonononononono-

Pomni took off running towards the clearing, but found herself hopelessly slowed down by the overgrown floor of the jungle, brambles snagging her legs and tripping her to her knees every few steps. The giant snake slithered up beside her before lazily, yet gracefully gliding in front of her and cutting her off, forming a loop around her with its body.

Pomni: -nonononononoNONONO! NO! NO! NONONONO!

Pomni tried to climb over the snake as it began to pull right around her, but only succeeded in sticking one arm out before the rest of her puny body was squeezed into immobility by the black rainbow serpent. She was so small that the snake barely needed to wrap around her once before she was trapped.

Pomni: NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!!!

Pomni screamed blue murder. The panic of being cornered by a large predator and her phobia of being touched formed a cocktail of primal terror she hadn’t experienced since first arriving at the circus. She shrieked and pounded on the snake’s body with her one free hand, even trying to bite into its flesh, anything to get it to stop squeezing and let go. The snake’s scales were far too hard to bite through, even chipping one of her teeth, and the reptile continued to squeeze tighter and tighter and tighter. Pomni felt her body begin to flare with pain as it was constricted to its limit… if she still had bones they probably would have been crushed into splinters by now. She didn’t even have enough room left to scream, only managing a choked rasp…

And then there was a reverberating crack.

Voice: Let her go! I said let her go!

Another smack against the snake, and it hissed irritatedly this time. Pomni saw a faint purple and red outline out of the corner of her watery eyes, coming into clearer view as it strafed around the serpent.

Ragatha: Y-You want to lose an eye, Jafar?! Let her go, I said!

Ragatha had a sturdy tree branch in her hands, twigs sticking out of her hair and her dress stained with dirt. She took on the stance of a major league player and swung her makeshift bat with all her strength, cracking the snake on the chin. The reptile hissed, revealing fangs of all colors, and struck at Ragatha, who managed to stumble out of the way with a hair’s breadth between her arms and the snake’s teeth. Ragatha put one hand at the top of her branch and the other in the middle and wound back.

Ragatha: I’m sorry-!

Ragatha drove the branch into the snake’s right eye, and it snarled, thrashing about in pain. Its coils loosened enough for Pomni to squirm free, landing on the jungle floor with a dry plop and scrambling backwards. The snake threw its head about a few more times before hastily slithering away into the jungle, frustrated but trounced.

Ragatha: Yeah! Get out of here! I’m sorry, but get out of here! *much quieter* I’m sorry… *she stiffens* Pomni! *She looks about before finding Pomni seated on the ground, and she hurries over to her* Pomni, hun- are you okay?!

Ragatha crouched down to Pomni’s level and looked her over. The jester was breathing rapid, shallow breaths, her usual red and blue roulette eyes replaced with black squiggles.

Ragatha: Pomni…! *she puts her hand on Pomni’s shoulder, but the jester reacts like she’s been shocked and slaps her hand away*

Pomni: NO!

Ragatha: Woah heyheyhey! Pomni, it’s me, it’s Ragatha! It’s gone, the snake is gone! You’re safe..!

Pomni: Do-Do-Dooo-Don’t touch me, don’t… don’t touch me…

Ragatha: Okay sweetie, I won’t touch you, but are you hurt? Did it bite you?

Pomni: N…..No….

Pomni’s eyes, though now back to their usual colors, soon swam with tears and she buried her face in her gloves, beginning to sob. Ragatha, resisting the urge to hug the poor girl, took a moment to check on herself.

Ragatha: *examining her arm* Ohhh, I must’ve popped half my stitches… I hope I don’t lose any stuffing… *she turns back to Pomni* I can’t imagine how scary that must have been for you… are you afraid of snakes?

Pomni: *in between sobs N-N-No… I… I uh… I… I don’t… I-I-I-I-I-

Ragatha: Hey… hey… match my breathing. Are you ready? In. *Ragatha takes a long, deep breath in* Out, like you’re blowing on a dandelion. *she lets her breath out.* Not too hard, right? Try it with me.

Pomni managed to slow down her sobs long enough to match Ragatha’s breathing exercise. It didn’t make her feel any better, but it at least helped her get her words out

Pomni: Thank you… *sniffle* You-You… I’m sorry I didn’t… save you…

Ragatha: Save me?

Pomni: On my first day… w-when Kaufmo…

Ragatha: *smiles* Oh, hun. It’s okay. It was your first day. I would have done the exact same thing in your shoes.

Pomni’s eyes welled up with new tears.

Pomni: I-I’m sorry… I was so… I didn’t… I didn’t deserve to get… saved…

Ragatha: Nooo, no, Pomni, don’t say that! We’re all we’ve got… I wouldn’t let you or anyone else get eaten, okay..?

Ragatha placed a hand on Pomni’s shoulder unconsciously, and the jester girl flinched.

Ragatha: Oh shoot, I’m sorry! *she takes her hand away* I forgot-!

Pomni: …N-No… if it’s just… I-I calmed down… I can… handle it… I-I just I wasn’t… I wasn’t expecting it, I… I… I’m sorry…

Ragatha: …Can you handle a hug? It’s okay if you can’t, but- OOF!l

Pomni threw herself into Ragatha, wrapping her arms around the ragdoll woman and hiding her face in her chest. Ragatha smiled and hugged the newcomer back, rubbing the back of her head.

Ragatha: Don’t worry now…

They remained like that for a while. Pomni had never actually touched Ragatha before, and it was… odd, but pleasant. She felt much the same as a cloth doll, dense and tightly-knit fabric wrapped around a soft filling like cotton or polyester. But she was unmistakably warm, the same way Jax was. Although Pomni still felt sick with fear, the sensation of a friend holding her helped ease the churning in her belly.

Pomni: …Thank you, Ragatha.

Ragatha: What are friends for, right…?

The two performers locked eyes. Both of them became acutely aware of a not-unpleasant heat glowing on their cheeks. Ragatha broke the pregnant silence by chuckling nervously.

Ragatha: Hahaha… soooo…

Caine: CON-GRATULATIONS TO TEAM ZOOBLE!

Out of nowhere, Caine exploded onto the scene, a neon-marquee sign emerging above him that wanted to spell out “congratulations” but appeared to malfunction and sputter, spelling out “crodulates” instead.

Ragatha: Oh no, the flag… I completely forgot!

Pomni: *automatically* Who gives a s#%@…

Caine: THAT’S RIGHT, RAGATHA! WHILE YOU WERE OUT HERE, JAX ESCAPED WITH THE FLAG YOU WEREN’T GUARDING! AND POMNI! *he points his cane at her, causing the jester to flinch* CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU FOR FINDING ALGER, THE RAINBOA CONSTRICTOR! I was wondering where he went…

Pomni: It has a name…?!

Ragatha: Uh yeah, Caine, about that snake-

Caine snapped his fingers, and all of a sudden, the six performers were back in the tent. Zooble, Jax and Kinger looked about the same despite some odd leaves and sticks stuck to their clothes. Gangle landed with a wet slap beside Pomni and Ragatha, groaning and dripping wet.

Ragatha: Gangle, there you are… where’ve you been?

Gangle: I-I fell in the river and got washed downstream…

Caine: SO, FOR WINNING THE GAME, TEAM ZOOBLE WINS…!

There was a drumroll that went on for far too long. Pomni made eye contact with Jax, but neither of them smiled. She was still getting over the encounter with the Rainboa Constrictor… but what was wrong with him?

Caine: ……………AN ALL DAY PASS TO THE DIGITAL AMUSEMENT PARK!

Zooble: Yippee-skippee. Not like we haven’t gotten that prize at least three times before. Can I go now?

Ragatha: Yeah, Caine, I ripped some stitches, can I go back to my room…?

Pomni: *to Ragatha* Are you okay?

Jax: Oh yeah, I’m sure she’s fine. You got a pretty close look back in the jungle, didn’t you?

Jax’s usual brand of sarcasm came out as oddly venomous, not even sporting his typical snarky grin.

Pomni: What are you talking about..?

Jax: I don’t know. You tell me. Anyway, f@&$ you all. I’m going back to my room.

Jax walked away from the group, stunning even Caine into silence. Jax almost never swore.

Caine: Boy, you give a guy a pass to an amusement park and he thanks you like that.

Bubble emerged from Caine’s hat with a toilet brush

Bubble: We should wash his mouth out, Caine!

Zooble: Whatever, dinner without Jax sounds good to me.

Gangle: Uh… h-has anyone seen Pomni..?

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Pomni marched down the hallway to Jax’s room, pounding on his door.

Pomni: Jax! Open up!

Silence.

Pomni: …Oh for… *deep breath, gentler tone of voice* Jax, it’s Pomni. Can we talk?

Silence.

Pomni: …You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you? Fine. “Oh great Jax, may I please enter your…” *cringes* “…your humble abode.” Eugh… *she glances around to make sure nobody heard that*

Still more silence.

Pomni: Okay, he must be somewhere else if he’s not responding to that…

A voice came from behind the door

Jax: It’s unlocked.

Pomni: Oh. Then why the h@&$ am I knocking? *she opens the door* Jax! What was… that…

Pomni’s anger trailed off as she saw Jax laying in bed, covers pulled all the way up to his chin. He faced away from Pomni, looking at nothing in particular.

Jax: Come on in.

Pomni: …What… Why did you blow up like that back there?

Jax: You really don’t know?

Pomni: No..?

Jax: …That’s fine. I guess I’m being the irrational one.

Pomni: Yeah, you are. I was attacked by a snake… A huge f@&$-off snake that almost squeezed me to death!

Jax: What?

Pomni: Oh, did you miss that part?! Lemme say it again. *shouting* A! BIG! SNAKE! NEARLY!-

Jax: *shouting right back* ALRIGHT! I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THAT, BUT- I saw you with Ragatha.

Pomni: *genuine confusion* What?!

Jax: In the jungle, stupid! I saw you and Ragatha!

Pomni: …She saved me from the snake. You heard Caine talking about it… she saved me!

Jax: …You were blushing.

Pomni: Who cares?! I- wait you were watching us for that long?

Jax: You were right outside our base.

Pomni: …Oh my god. You’re jealous.

Jax: What..?

Pomni: You’re jealous! You thought me and Ragatha were- OH MY GOD.

Pomni laughed incredulously, which made Jax shoot up in bed like a snapped wire.

Jax: Don’t you laugh at me!!!

Pomni: I’m not-! I never thought you’d take it seriously!

Jax: What, my first relationship?! Yeah, I can see how that would be HARD to take seriously?!

Pomni: What are you- wait. I’m your first?

Jax: …

There was a long period of silence before Pomni swallowed.

Pomni: Well… look, you said you didn’t want a relationship, so… I mean… I didn’t mean to make you mad, but I was attacked. So I’m not going to apologize for hugging Ragatha… she helped me.

Jax: Okay.

Pomni: …Um. But… it’s… it’s okay. To be mad… I guess? I don’t know. I guess you thought I was cheating…? Right?

Jax: I guess.

Pomni: Well, I wasn’t.

Jax: You were blushing, though.

Pomni: Yeah, so what? She’s… *swallows and turns slightly pink despite herself* She’s pretty. For a ragdoll. It doesn’t mean you’re any less… nice to be around. Or look at. For a rabbit.

Jax: …What are you, gay?

Pomni’s words caught in her throat as she looked at Jax, who had finally managed his usual toothy smirk.

Pomni: *small snort* God, shut up…

Jax: …I’m sorry though. I didn’t know about the snake.

Pomni: You didn’t hear me scream?

Jax: You scream a lot.

Pomni: …Yeah. I guess so. So… this is more than just a… “friends who kiss” thing, now? It’s a…

Jax: Nah. We’re still just “friends that kiss.” But if you want to go be “friends that kiss” with Ragatha… at least tell me before you do, okay?

Pomni: I will. I’m sorry.

Jax: Relax. You didn’t do anything. Apart from almost being snake food. …Do… you want a hug? Or something?

Pomni: …Uh… honestly, not really? I-I’m kinda iffy on being touched anyway and the snake squeezing me like that… it really screwed with me. But uh…

Pomni closed the distance between them and planted a kiss on Jax’s lips, having to lean on his knees and stand on her tiptoes to reach the lankier rabbit’s face.

Pomni: *blushing* It’s really sweet to know you take this seriously. I’ll see you later, okay..?

Pomni headed back to her room, shutting Jax’s door behind her. The rabbit licked his lips. He then laid back down on the bed, staring at the door.

Jax: You hugged Ragatha.

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[legacyshenanigans]

House of Gaunt 🐍

Ominis: *sound asleep*

Marvolo: *at the edge of his bed in the middle of the night* Ominis?

Ominis: *still asleep*

Marvolo: *frowns* Brother? *pokes him hard*

Ominis: Ow! *confused expression rolling over in his bed, speaking in hushed aggression* What? What do you want?! I'm tired Marvolo..

Marvolo: I need your help. Now get up.

Ominis: Help? Urgh, with what?! What time is it?

Marvolo: *whips the covers off of Ominis* Stop asking questions and come and help me! Goodness me! *frowns*

Ominis: *sits up in bed and sighs* what have you done?

Marvolo: *speaks casually* I had a little too much fun with a muggle I brought home under imperio...Was only suppose to have a little torture fun, then I was going to dump them back in their world before sunrise..But I think I've killed them.

Ominis: (?!) WHAT?!

Marvolo: Oh shut up will you? It's not a big deal, I just need your help in carrying them out to the gardens so I can dispose of them.

Ominis: I....It IS a big deal Marvolo for MERLINS sake!

Marvolo: Oh calm yourself, little brother *frowns* come on, Chop chop, help me.

Ominis: *slipping on his shoes* You've gone way too far this time, you owe me BIG time for helping you drag some poor helpless souls body outside.

Marvolo: Yes yes whatever you want! Just hurry.

~

[asterkiss]

Prompt: “i thought you went to bed an hour ago”

Maybe some fluff? 🙇‍♀️

This took on a life of its own and I'm gonna have to do a second addition to actually get to the fluff. (>___>) Random AU in the future where Bill has somehow become Mabel's dysfunctional demon room mate who she keeps in check. Why? How? No idea!

-SWEET DREAMS

Mabel was sat in the kitchen, hunched over the table with tongue poking out in avid concentration. She just had to add two hundred more rhinestones to this shirt and it would be finished!

Easy.

She was so raptured in her crafts, she didn't even notice the figure entering through the door until they spoke.

'What the heck is that?'

The brunette paused, raising her head to find Bill staring down at the shirt with a look of distaste. Undeterred by his response, she replied:

'My shirt for Dipper's party tomorrow! Wanna help?'

'Pass.'

Yeah, she doubted he would. 'Okay, well if you're not gonna help then why are you even here? I thought you went to bed an hour ago.' She hadn't seen him around the flat since he left to go watch some weird television show.

Bill snorted as he slid into the seat opposite her. 'I don't sleep, I'm a dream demon. I invade the minds of others whilst they're asleep, that's it.'

Mabel paused. 'You don't sleep? Ever?'

'Don't need to, demon privelege.'

Mabel had forgotten about her bedazzling and was now offering the blond her full attention. 'But sleeping's so fun, and dreaming's like the best part of it! Just last night I had a dream where Zac Efron was my chauffeur to school. That was so fun. Oh Zac, you scallywag.'

'Sleeping's stupid! You basically waste eight hours of your day laying unconscious and being completely vulnerable and easy pickings.' A shrug. 'Guess I shouldn't complain, makes it easy for me to manipulate you guys.'

Mabel's eyes narrowed. 'Hey.'

'I mean, it made it easy. Obviously past tense. Don't do that anymore. Scouts honour.'

She rolled her eyes at his less than believable response and the cheesy grin plastered on his face.

'But I stand by what I said, sleeping's dumb and boring.'

Mabel pursed her lips together. 'You wouldn't say that if you had someone to sleep with.'

Bill shot her a look and she quickly added:

'Not like that! I mean literally just sleeping next to someone in the same bed, you weirdo! Even just a pet!'

Bill blinked. 'What difference does that make?'

'Well, you get cuddles and can stay warm on cold nights. Plus, it feels nice and comforting and if you have a nightmare, you can just roll over and hug Waddles- or, uh, the other person.'

'Hm. Don't see the appeal.'

'Urgh, forget it.' It was like talking to a brick wall. He'd totally ruined her motivation for bedazzling as well.

She called it a night and went to sleep in her double bed surrounded by twenty stuffed animals.

>

It was three hours later in the middle of the night that she awoke to a hand on her shoulder.

She groggily opened her eyes to the sight of a pale face inches from her own. On instict she slammed her fist forward only to have it halted with impressive speed. There were very few who could stop an attack from her. Such as:

'Wait, Bill?'

'Sup.'

Her eyebrows furrowed and she sought out the clock in her room. 'Urgh, it's like 3am. Why are you in my room?'

'Let's sleep together.'

'...eh?'

He smirked. 'Not like that you sick pervert.'

'I'm not-!'

'I figured I'd give what you said a try, and since you're the only one around what d'ya say?'

'Uh...' An attractive guy was asking to share her bed. Granted, it was Bill Cipher though that only made the request even more bizarre.

He quirked an eyebrow. 'Cm'on, I don't bite.' A pause. 'Much.'

'Okay, fine!' She just wanted to go back to sleep. Although that prospect was seeming less and less likely the more her heart rate picked up.

She felt the covers shift as he shoved off her stuffed unicorns and slid in. 'Jesus Christ, how many stuffed animals do you have?'

'Never enough and- hey, don't touch me with your weird cold feet!'

'Aw cm'on share the warmth, Shooting Star. I'm freezing.'

'I thought you said you did't feel the cold!'

'I feel it, it just doesn't bother me.'

'Then keep the ice blocks at the end of your legs away from me, you dorito!' She already regretted this as she turned her back towards him and curled in on herself. 'Either that or get out and go back to your own room.'

'Okay, okay, I'll behave.' She felt him settle behind her, though she was still on high alert. But as the minutes ticked by and he remained quiet, she began to ease up, gradually unfurling her body.

But it was still impossible to sleep!

'Why did you change your mind?' she asked, cutting through the piercing silence.

'I change my mind a lot, I'm funny like that.'

She glanced back over shoulder, narrowing her eyes. 'If you try to pull something, I'll punch you in the eye.'

'Jeez louise, relax.'

'Then be honest and stop lying! Why did you really come in here?'

She could feel him scowling at her through the darkness. 'Tried the whole sleeping thing, and it was awful. Lotsa screaming and nuisances I'd rather forget about. Was a big pain in the ass.'

She blinked. So, he'd had a nightmare?

'So that's why I came here,' he said cheerfully. 'You said sleeping together helps you forget that weird stuff so here I am. And guess what, you were right. You make quite the good distraction when you keep wriggling around like a worm cut in two.'

'Wha- gross!' Did she wiggle that much? 'And you should try sleeping again, maybe you'll have a nice dream.'

'Shooting Star, it's cute and naive you think like that but I'm literally made of nightmares. I don't have any good dreams in me.'

'That's sad.'

'It's true!' A pause. 'I mean I guess there's-' He cut off abruptly and she arched an eyebrow at his sudden silence. She could make out his profile in the darkness but that was it. She rolled over so she was completely facing him.

'There's what?' she asked, prodding him to speak.

'....Nothin', forget it. Demons and good dreams don't mix. It would never work out.'

She frowned. 'You just need to learn how to have nice dreams, it's like learning anything new. If you want, you can watch me for practice. I can be like your fun teacher.'

'What?'

She poked him. 'I'm cordially inviting you to pop into my dreams tonight. I'll show you how exciting it can be.'

'What happened to you punching my lights out if I invaded your dreams?' He still had a bruise from last time.

'Tonight's a one-off. And you better behave! No turning ribbons into human inestines, that still makes me wanna hurl.'

'Oh yeah I forgot about that, heh.'

'So?'

He turned over so they were facing one another in the bed, and she became acutely aware of how close in proximity they were. It was fine. It was just platonic. Totally platonic. So what if she could feel his breath hitting her skin?

'Alright, deal,' he said, voice quiet and the way he said it made her heart tug slightly. Haha, weird. A warm hand covered her eyes and she swallowed thickly.

'Sweet dreams, Shooting Star.'

She fell asleep, and the real fun began.

TO BE CONTINUED

[lokisgoodgirl]

hi my love 💙

I hope you're doing amazing and had a good week so far :)

Just wanted to stop by and send you some Q´s in case you're bored or need some distraction 😇 ♥︎

What would you want Loki to wear if he took you on a vernally walk through the park ?

What would you gift him for his birthday ? except of the obvious 😏

If he asked you to cook a typical dish from your country / region - what would you prepare ?

Name 3 sweets or candy you think he'd absolutely dislike

Would you rather practice fighting or archery with him ?

Steve decides Loki must learn to take responsibility so he tells you to buy him a pet for training purposes. What animal do you chose and why ?

- camille 🩷

Camille my beautiful ray of sunshine! Thank you so much for sending me these!! I'm finally in da zone so here we goooooooo✨

What would I want Loki to wear for a walk through the park? Well, I live in Scotland so there's a 97% chance it will be raining. I would very much appreciate a fitted peacoat, a dark green scarf with his hair poking out in random strands, and some dark trousers (for the grass-stains😉) What would I gift him on his birthday? apart from awesome sexxxxx Something he could wear. I feel like as a prince/god people are always too hands off to give him anything personal. So perhaps a simple ring, or a silk hair tie. And an 'experience' day for something weird we could do. Like zorbing. If he asked me to cook something Scottish what would I cook?Jeesh. I'll be honest none of our national dishes are super seductive. Probably tablet. My mum makes ammmmazing tablet (which is basically fudge but harder and nicer and crumbly) so I'd have her make some and pass it off as mine. Name 3 sweets or candy he would dislike?

Sour haribo. I just feel like he'd hate fizzy sour things. But I love em so I can eat them all 🤣

lemon meringue pie -I feel like he also avoids dairy?

custard. Isn't a fan of gloopy sweet things. Again, i love them.

Would I rather practice sword or archery with him? Listen, since this is my answers I'm gonna bypass the question and tell you what I want from each🤣 Archery: I want him to tsk at me, tell me to lower and then slip around my back. One palm over my waist, pushing on my hip to make me straighten; the other guiding back my hand to slot just right on my jaw. He will also absolutely have to say, 'and...release' Sword: I just want to go toe toe to with him and be absolutely obliterated and pinned against the wall with the long flat of his thick, asgardian blade. I also very much want to see him coming towards me in a pair of fucking tight fencing pants, warming up his wrists by swinging a sword in the standard cuts as the steel slices through the air. Urgh.

The pet I would choose to teach him responsibility I wouldn't buy him anything cos pet ownership of any kind is a responsibility y'all! So...I would let him look after Bram for an afternoon! I say look after, I would obviously be spying in case he fucked up. He'd have so much fun I can't even. She wouldn't put up with any huffy shit either, just lick him right up his nose. He'd love her.

--- This was really fun, thank you for asking 🤣🤣 ILY!x

[idril-la-wiccan]

Out of the Abyss - Act 1 Part 5 - Much to reflect upon

   - “So ?” asked GLADIUS, “Could the bishop answer your questions ?”

Both he and ABBI were outside the cathedral, slowly walking back to the marketplace.

   - “For the most part, yes.” she responded, “Even to him, some truths are hidden, but it doesn’t change how surprised I was with what he does know.”

   - “And… What are your plans, now ?”

   - “Well, I was made aware of the fact there are people who can help in my journey. So I intend on meeting them.”

She looked around.

   - “... Tell me, GLADIUS, which places in this market would you recommend to get supplies ?”

And so, ABBI and GLADIUS went around the market, first making a stop at HELIA’s stall. The herbalist was more than happy to provide more  medicines for the octopus lady, but even she knew the limitations of her goods.

   - “You know what they say : “Antibiotics are not automatic !” So if I were you, I would also get a few fruits from PRIMO ! They have the sweetest and juiciest fruits known to anthokind. And if you get on their good side, you might even get one of their prized watermelons !”

   - “Watermelons, you say ?” ABBI inquired.

   - “That’s right ! But it’s easier said than done, really. Especially since, eh…”

The sunflower made a weird grimace, as if she was trying not to laugh.

   - “There’s a group of kids that come from time to time in town. And the first time they came here on a market day, they broke open one of the watermelons… PRIMO was soooooo mad that day !”

   - “Oh.”

   - “Yeah. And every so often, they come back and poke at the watermelons. So PRIMO has become very protective over these and always stash them away when the kids come around.”

   - “That’s understandable.”

   - “What’s worse is, these kids aren’t even mean ! They’re really nice !... They just happen to be a handful at times…”

   - “That’s for sure…” nodded GLADIUS, “At least the two oldest have good heads on their shoulders.”

   - “Yeah, these two could do no wrong.”

With that, they headed to PRIMO’s. They could not get any watermelon, but did get a dozen apples and a few assortments of berries !

   - “Ye say yer traveling to OTHERWORLD, hen ? On yer own ? Ye know there are some sleekit creatures up there, don’t ye ?”

   - “I appreciate your concern, but don’t worry. I know what to expect.”

   - “Well, yer no feartie ! But ah take it yer well equipped for brawls already.”

That made GLADIUS click.

   - “Oh, right ! Speaking of this… Miss ABBI, I think there’s one other place I should take you to before you depart.”

The last shop he took her too was not within the marketplace, but in an adjacent street. It was a smithy.

   - “I couldn’t help but notice that I haven’t seen you wield any kind of weapon : you’ve always used your tentacles. While you have proven to be strong, I’m sure it would be better if you-”

   - “I don’t need a weapon.”

He looked at her, incredulous.

   - “... Miss, you cannot be serious. Why not ?”

   - “I-...”

She stopped, realising she had, in fact, no good reasons not to. But the idea itself still felt… “off” to her.

She had to make up an excuse, quickly !

   - “... I do not think I could ever find a weapon that would… suit me.”

Once she said that, a hearty laugh could be heard from the back of the smithy.

   - “Is that what you think, Wise One ?” said the voice, “Well I take this as a challenge !”

From an open door frame came out RYU, the cactus man they met earlier that day.

   - “And if I can’t provide you with anything ? I will eat a pitaya from one of my own flowers !”

   - “Eww,” cringed GLADIUS, “don’t say things like this, RYU !... Could you even grow a fruit to begin with ?”

   - “You know me, GLAD’, I like to pluck around and find out.”

   - “Urgh, just help her out, please ?”

RYU asked ABBI to follow him, showing her the weapons already displayed in his shop, making a few suggestions here and there. He was also about to tell he could always make something brand new for her if needed when one blade caught her attention.

It eerily looked like a knife, but the cactus insisted this was a dagger of sorts. And admittedly, there were a few key elements that made this blade different from a regular knife.

The blade itself was longer, had two edges despite its shape, and also bore intricate yet elegant engravings on the shiny, dark aloy.

A thought crossed ABBI’s mind : “fight fire with fire”.

   - “I think I will take this.”

   - “A good choice, Wise One. You’ll see, it’s swift and keen like no other blades, and is always ready for service…”

*_*-*_*-*_*-*_*-*_*-*_*-*_*-*_*

After taking a little break to fully restore her HEART and JUICE, ABBI was finally ready to go. GLADIUS was leading her to the Pluto’s Spaceline station, situated not too far away from the town’s Main Square.

On the way, near the cathedral, she finally noticed.

A floating mirror.

She approached it, seeing herself for the first time in forever. She had not realised until now that only her eyes were visible on her face. No wonder she got mistaken for one of those shadows.

Gladius had an amused smile.

   - “It almost feels like you’ve never seen your reflection before.”

   - “Well, it is the first time I see the reflection of my current self.”

   - “... Pardon ? Are you saying you didn't always look the way you do ?”

   - “I, in fact, did not.”

   - “Huh… How curious.”

She did change a lot… Back when SUNNY was still here, she wasn’t as… dull…

She shook her head.

   - “Sorry, I got lost in thoughts… Let’s go-”

ABBI froze.

Now facing away, in the direction opposite to the mirror, she saw two children. One was a teenage girl with long dark hair, the other a young boy wearing a flower crown. Both were seated on a picnic blanket.

   - “Oh !” exclaimed GLADIUS, “I didn’t think they’d come here today.”

He waved at them.

   - “Hello, BASIL ! Hello, MARI !”

MARI’s wink to ABBI got the flower man just as confused as the young gardener. He asked :

   - “You know MARI ?”

   - “Uh… it’s, um, a long story… Anyways, I think I should get out of here, fast !”

   - “Huh ? Why the sudden haste ?”

   - “Her brother OMORI doesn’t like me, that’s all you need to know ! Where did you say the station was ?”

   - “Uh, I… This way ! Follow me !”

They jogged down a street a little further back, the Pluto’s Spaceline station could be seen at the very end of it. Unfortunately, a certain little group of kids were going up that same street…

The young AUBREY was very excited to see the gladiolus and ran to him.

   - “GLADIUS ! I’m so happy to see you again !”

   - “Oh, aha… I’m glad to see you too, AUBREY.”

She noticed his tone.

   - “What’s wrong ?”

   - “Nothing, it’s just that… I was a little busy, you see ? I…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence as she then noticed ABBI behind him.

And the three others had finally caught up too.

   - “Oh ? Who’s this ?”

   - “Who ? OH ! Her ? Well, she’s… a tourist ! That’s why I was busy ! I was showing her around, you know ?”

ABBI could not escape this, now. She nodded while also trying to hide her face as much as possible with the hood of the cape.

   - “That’s strange…” noted HERO, “I feel like we’ve met before… What’s your name, ma’am ?”

She dared not answer. She dared not even think about trying to fake her voice either.

   - “Now that you say it,” added KEL, “I think I saw her before too ! What about you, OMORI ?”

The monochrome boy, who’s words are rare, had locked eyes with the octopus lady. His gaze was as cold as ice.

He brandished his Red Knife.

   - “How ?” he merely said.

ABBI remained silent, but she felt her anger was rising.

GLADIUS quickly interjected.

   - “Wow, hey ! Now, now, OMORI ! You can’t just threaten people like that !”

   - “This is not a person.”

Stunned silence. AUBREY turned to her friend.

   - “N- Not a person ?! What do you mean, OMORI ? What is it, then ?”

   - “The monster of the Abyss.”

ABBI feels ANGRY.

   - “So this is all I am to you ?... REALLY ?!”

At these words, the three other children took out their weapons. However, ABBI had no desire to fight. With a swift movement, she threw her cape on them. OMORI cut through it like it was paper, but she had already disappeared out of sight.

The bell of the Spaceline Station rang. The gang turned back, shocked to see the lady in black perched on top of the big sign.

She made herself menassing…

And so, despite the cries of the children, Pluto took off.

As they went farther and farther away from the ground, ABBI calmed down.

   - “Ah…” she sighed, “That was a close one…”

PLUTO wasn’t sure in what kind of situation he’d gotten himself into. The only thing he knew was that this strange woman was much stronger than she looked. He could feel it earlier.

   - “Hmm… If I may, madam, before you tell me where you wish to go… what’s the matter between you and these children ?”

   - “It’s… a long story, sir… Let’s say there is a misunderstanding between us. But let’s be clear : three of the children I do not blame for this. It’s the fourth one I have issues with. The colourless one.”

She kept quiet for a moment.

   - “I cannot believe he finally spoke after all these years… Only to call me a monster !... Such a hypocrite…”

   - “... I have the feeling that whatever happened between you two troubles you a lot. I won’t press you for details.”

   - “... Thank you.”

   - “So. Where will your journey take you today ?”

   - “Bring me to OTHERWORLD, please.”

   - “You got it. Now… Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

*****

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Ok, I think I can say we're half way through Act 1.

I'll probably take some more time before I can continue because I haven't drafted what I believe will be the last two parts of Act 1, which unless I change my plans should make 9 parts in total.

We're nearly there...

[beels-burger-babe]

Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 1

Topic number 2 won in the vote to be written next! So without further-a-do, let’s get going!...This ended up being a two part thing. Oh Well. Here’s part one. - B GN! MC Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen. Part Two: Here, Epilogue: Here It all started in magical potions. When you first arrived, the course wasn’t so bad since you took it with Beelzebub. The two of you always partnered up; the hour would consist of you jokingly scolding Beel for trying to eat ingredients and making light hearted jokes with one another whenever the teacher turned their back.  But once the second semester started, Beel was moved out of the course as it had gotten too expensive to keep him in a class where most of the subject matter was edible.  Which left you alone and bored in the classroom as the teacher went on and on about Mandrake roots and what they can be used for. You let out a heavy sigh and plopped your forehead onto the desk.  A soft snort came from beside you. You glanced over to see a demon with his feet propped up on his desk staring right back at you out of the corner of his dark green eyes. He smiled at you with a tilt of his head.  “The lectures are a total snooze fest right? I joined this class cause I thought we’d be making potions and causing stuff to explode. Not sitting here twisting our thumbs all day.” 

You bit back a laugh as you worried glanced over at the professor, who was none-the-wiser to the little conversation the two of you were sharing. You looked back over to the demon. His dark skin caused those hauntingly green eyes of his pop out at all who met his gaze, with carefully trimmed and styled black curls sitting stylishly on the top of his head.  There was a playful and mischievous energy to him that reminded you of Belphie, Asmo and Mammon.  “Unfortunately suffering through this section of class is mandatory to be allowed to mess around with the fun stuff.”  The demon groaned and threw his head back. “Urgh, that’s so unfair. What’s the worst that can happen? The potion explodes and kills us? Newsflash teach, we’re already dead.”  You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at that one.  “Well actually the worse that could happen, for you at least as I am a very mortal human, is that you’d suffer the consequences from one of the potions. Anything from shrinking to de-aging to charms, all kinds of things. I’ve seen the effects of a potion gone wrong a number of times during my time down here. Trust me; you don’t want to be on the receiving end.”  He looked over at you with an analytical eye as the corners of his lips tilted upwards. “So you’re the human that everyone’s talking about.” He trailed off, and glanced over at the teacher to make sure they weren’t looking before stretching out his hand towards you. “I’m Cane. You know despite being the talk of RAD, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone mention your name?”  You took his hand into your own and lightly shook it. “I’m MC.” 

Cane leaned back into his chair, “It’s a pleasure to finally put a name and face to that glowing reputation of yours, MC. I see your pretty good at this potions thing, and I hear that you’re a lot of fun. How about you meet me downtown for supper later and we can study and get to know each other a little better?”  Your initial instinct was to agree, but then you paused as you thought of the brothers. “I don’t know. I don’t think that Lucifer or the others would like it much if I went out on my own.”  The demon huffed and light heartedly rolled his eyes. “You won’t be alone, you’ll be with me. I may not be as powerful as them, but I’m still a pretty good fighter.” He teasingly placed a gentle punch onto your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not like they’re boss of you. Are you really going to let a bunch of snobby Lords keep you from making the best of your time in the Devildom?”  That last remark hit a nerve. If there was one thing that had spread quite quickly about you around RAD, it was that you were known for being a little reckless, prideful, and never being able to back down from a challenge, and boy did that statement have you itching to prove him wrong.  You smiled, a sharp dangerous smile, at Cane. “I’ll go. And we’re going to do so much more than just go to a lame restaurant and study. You want to have fun and take risks? We’ll have fun and take risks. Whatever you want to do...to a degree,” you added in quickly remembering that you were talking to a demon and if you didn’t implement any boundaries there was no telling what you’d get yourself into, “I’m in.”  Cane’s eyes sparkled as his smile widened. “Damn. I guess it’s true that you’re a bit of dare devil. Alright, you’re on. Meet me at Hell’s Kitchen a 4pm. We’ll study and hit the books as promised, but afterwards...Get ready for the night of your life.”  ***

The brothers were concerned. You had rushed into the House of Lamentation after school and sprinted to your room, changed out of your uniform and promptly shouted that you were “going out” before taking off before any of them could complain.  Mammon had tried to argue that someone should follow you, and while that wasn’t a terrible idea, Lucifer wanted to give you the question of the doubt. Worst case scenario, you come back home a little scratched up and learn your lesson about taking off into the dangers of the Devildom.  At least that’s what he had thought when you had initially left.  It was now bordering midnight, and you had yet to return home.  So yeah, the brothers were very concerned.  Mammon was pacing and ranting about how this all could’ve been avoided if they had only listened to him for once.  Leviathan was trying to distract himself with his game, but everyone could see the worried glances he kept throwing to the entrance and clock as the minutes ticked by.  Satan sat near where Mammon and would occasionally scold or correct him, and sometimes even throw in his own ideas on what could be done while he thumbed through a book on location spells.  Asmodeus was strangely quiet, sitting near the fire by himself with arms wrapped around his torso as he stared into the flames. He would occasionally move a hand to wipe at his face before it went right back to hugging himself.  Beelzebub had lost his appetite. He sat next to Belphie, taking comfort in his twin’s presence, while Belphegor pretended to be unbothered and asleep, even though his mind was racing with the many stupid situations you could’ve gotten yourself into.  And Lucifer...He just sat in a door near the entryway, his eyes fixed on the entrance as he silently waited.  Finally, just as the clock stroke midnight, they could hear your recognizable laugh from behind the door.  “Oh my god! That was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in life!” Leviathan stiffened at the statement, his hands gripping tighter onto his game.  “What did I tell you? I promised you the night of your life, and I sure as Diavolo always make sure to deliver,” everyone froze at the sound of the teasing male voice. “Though I didn’t expect the Seven Lords’ precious human to be a complete bad ass. You were amazing out there.”  Leviathan mumbled something before getting up and leaving the room. Mammon growled lowly and looked at the others, “Anyone know who the hell that is?”  Asmo finally stood, wiping at his face as he did, and began to stride towards the door, “Why don’t we find out?”  Without waiting for a response, Asmodeus swung the door open and pulled on a bright smile as he reached out and wrapped an arm around you. “MC, darling, you didn’t tell me you were bringing over guests! Don’t tell me you’re trying to have fun without me?”  You blinked up at the Asmo before smiling softly at his tactics. “Oh, hey Asmo! I didn’t expect you to be up. Cane here was just dropping me off.”  The demon in question didn’t even so much as stiffen as Asmodeus’s dangerous stare shifted over to him. Instead Cane stood there, relaxed, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at him and allowed a bit of his demonic aura to exude around him. “Oh really? At this time of night? Makes a demon wonder what kind of mischief the two of you had gotten up to,” while maintaining eye contact with Cane, Asmo rested his chin against your shoulder. “You know dear, if you wanted “fun” that badly all you had to do was ask. I assure you I could’ve shown you a much better time.” He purred and softly kissed your shoulder.  You shivered, missing the way Asmo stiffened as he noticed something, and swatted at the Avatar of Lust as you moved away from him. “Down Asmo. It’s nothing like that. Cane’s in my magical potions class. We went out to study together and decided to hit a couple clubs while we were out. No biggy.”  “If it’s ‘no biggy’ then why were you out all night without giving us any kind of warning of where you were going or how long you’d be out?” Everyone whirled around as Lucifer stood in the doorway with a frown etched on his face and his arms crossed. He took a step closer to you before freezing mid-step, his nose twitching. His eyes flared red as they fell onto Cane. The lower demon tensed and curled his hands into fists, but seemed to be refusing to back down. Lucifer snarled, “What exactly was it that you said the two of you were up to tonight?”  You frowned and stepped between Lucifer and your new friend. “Hey! Stop it! He didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re implying. And I wasn’t aware that I needed permission for every single thing that I do!” You snapped poking his chest as you moved into his space. “So excuse me for wanting to go out and enjoy myself for once!”  Whatever fear Cane had been showing, quickly slipped away at seeing you stand your ground against the mighty first born. “Yeah. What they said.”  Lucifer growled and caught your hand into his own, pulling you close and leaning in, “You’d be wise to remember that you are in the Devildom and surrounded by beings that have no where near as good intentions as you’d assume. Being so reckless and naïve down here could get you killed again, I thought you had learned that.” His tone was cold and unapologetic as he practically spat the words in your face.  You glared at Lucifer as you yanked your hand out of his grasp. There was so many things you wanted to say to him, but none of them would be right to say in front of an audience. You huffed and turned to face Cane. “I am so sorry about those two. Thanks again for tonight and bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?”  Cane gave you a side smile as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. I had a great time hanging out with you. Hopefully we can do again...under better circumstances. Goodnight MC.” He took a step towards you and pulled you into a hug.  You smiled, wondering how Lucifer and Asmo could be stirring up such a fuss about a guy who had been nothing but kind to you, and gently hugged him back.  What you couldn’t see, was Cane making direct eye contact with the two other demons, as one of his wrists gently brushed up and down you back and he very lightly nuzzled, so lightly that you could just barely feel it, his face against your neck.  “Hey, what’s takin’ everyone so- WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!” Mammon stormed forward and yanked you out of the demon’s embrace, already changing into his demon form. “Who the hell do you think you are scenting our human, huh?!” He lifted Cane off the ground by the collar of his shirt, causing the lower demon growl as he scratched at Mammon’s hands.  You yanked on Mammon’s jacket and arms and tried to get him to back off. “Woah! Mammon, relax! It was just a hug!”  “No it wasn’t,” Satan grumbled as he and the rest of the brothers (excluding Leviathan who was now sulking in his room) stood in the door way. “The fact that you don’t know that makes this even worst. But this isn’t a conversation we should be having out here.” Beel stared down at the demon with a fierce glare. “You should leave while you’re still able. And if you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay away from MC.”  “Wha- Beel! Cut that out!”  Cane took a step backwards, fear beginning to spill into his expression as he finally realizes just how out-powered and out-numbered he is. Still, he was stubborn pain in the ass; it was part of the reason he had been so drawn to you in the first place as he related to your reckless habits. He held Beelzebub’s glare and returned it with one of his own. “I think that MC can choose for themself who they do and do not hang out with, thanks. They already said they wanted to see me tomorrow so they will. We’re friends after all. And classmates,” his grin sharpened as he continued. “I do have to thank you, Lord Beelzebub, for that opening in magical potions by the way. Never would’ve got in if you hadn’t been kicked out.”  Before he could say anymore, he was met with a punch in the face. Belphegore lazily shook out his hand and his looked at Cane with an unbothered expression. “I believe we told you to leave. Now get. The. Fuck. Out.”  Cane scoffed and turned to you once more. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Dare Devil.”  You would’ve snorted at the nickname, but you were to distracted from the brother’s behavior. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safe, Cane.” With another nod, the demon left; leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Howdy howdy can I ask how would the skele bros react to coming home and finding S/O just curled up in a large nest of stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets.

(US, horror, farm, error and like whoever you wanna include) thanks a bunch for reading this vvwvv love your snippets.

Undertale Sans - ... That looks comfortable. Hum... "Oh, S/O, I was looking for you ! Papyrus needs you in the kitchen". Relulanctly, you get up and goes to see what Papyrus wants. Papyrus looks at you with confusion, and you understand quickly you just got betrayed. When you're coming back, Sans is curled up in YOUR large nest of stuffed animals, pillows and blankets, snoring. What a jerk.

Underswap Sans - Omg, he can't. He's taking a picture and uses it as a comfort thing when he feels sad. He slowly walks away to let you nap.

Underswap Papyrus - He's looking at you like:

He just wants to cry, it's the most precious thing he had seen for like his entire life.

Underfell Papyrus - He should be very angry to see his living room transformed into some sort of children playground but... It's like he can't talk anymore. Everytime he's opening the mouth, he's just "aaaaaaw~" like a weak. He hates this. Why do you have to do this to him? He is an epic villain, not a softy! He's stomping out of the room, frustrated.

Horrortale Sans - You look clearly in distress. You are missing your biggest teddy bear. Oak is joigning you so you can hug him. Then he starts to purr so hard the all house is vibrating. None of you will move until diner.

Horrortale Papyrus - Why does he even cry god dammit? He doesn't know how he feels anymore. You're messing with his feelings. Stop being cute already he has things to do. You're waking up because of the loud sobs he tries to hide. You drag Willow in the fluffy palace.

Farmtale Sans - Ok, so. He knows you wanted to comfort the little cow born the previous day that his mother rejected but a pillow fort is maybe a bit excessive? You're hugging the baby cow, still crying about his tragic backstory. Sam sighs and let you be. He knows this battle is lost anyway.

Farmtale Papyrus - He doesn't want to intrude so he's just awkwardly standing there, looking at you. He wants to cross the room to grab something, but you are in the middle of the way and he doesn't want to bother you. Sam finds him looking at you blankly two hours later and is a little concerned.

Error - URGH. This is painful. He wants to join so badly. But he doesn't want to touch you??? Why life is so hard? He's cringing alone as you're sleeping, then relulanctly join you. You will never see him poke your arm awkwardly in disgust as if it was going to burn him. Also, he puts a plushie between the two of you so you don't feel the temptation of hugging him in his sleep. He's so exhausted by all this work he sleeps right away... Until you take him as a plushie.

[beccascribbles]

hcs series detailing what it is like to be a manager for the various haikyuu teams

karasuno | seijoh |

warnings - swearing

word count - 2.1k

you weren't immune to oikawa's charms, but being friends with him since middle school meant you were the least likely in the school to fall for him (you were also the least likely person he would mess with in that way, especially as iwaizumi would happily punch him for the trouble)

this meant you were a perfect candidate for manager of the team

when you all been first years, the team had come up to you and begged

ultimately, it had been iwaizumi who had finally convinced you (the sight of him almost begging you would be forever ingrained in your mind. boy did not want to be the only one responsible for oikawa)

by the time you reached your third year, you were immensely glad that you had agreed to manage the team

at times, it had been tough. dealing with oikawa's jealous fangirls often felt like a full time job. the amount of times you had sprinted into the club room to the shock of the team was ridiculous

one day, you had dived through the door, yelling for then to shut and lock the door as you crashed to the floor

iwaizumi had been by your side in an instant, worried gaze assessing you for injuries. when you let out a wince, rubbing at you arm, he was automatically assessing it for damage

"it's not broken," he assured you, giving your head an affection pat before his gaze turned to oikawa, eyes narrowing. "call your fucking fangirls off, shittykawa"

"i've tried," he whined, giving you an apologetic look. "clearly their love for me is too strong"

"maybe if they actually spoke to you, they'd realise what a crap personality you have," sighed matsukawa, slapping oikawa on the back affectionately and then holding the hand up to receive a high five from hanamaki

slowly, hesitantly, you moved over to the door, pressing your ear to the surface. through the wood, you could the girls, their high-pitched voices grating at your nerves

“i really fucking hate them,” you grumbled, moving away to sit on the floor beside hanamaki, who wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you leaned against his shoulder. “why did i let you convince me to join this club?”

this was directed to iwaizumi, who had the good idea to look sheepish. oikawa, on the other hand, collapsed down on the floor in front of you and spread out his arms. “because you love us, y/n-chan”

“not you,” you scoffed, poking him in the chest. he pouted

“that’s no way to talk to your childhood friend”

“it is when they have a swarm of jealous fangirls after you”

oikawa looked like he was about to reply, but a clip to the ear by iwaizumi was enough to distract him. he turned to his friend with a cry of outrage, beginning to bicker with the ace

while you would usually tell them to shut up, pull them apart, you couldn’t really be bothered. breaking up fights was for when you were on duty. training hadn’t started yet so you figured you could let them bicker

the second years clashed less than the third years but sometimes you were needed to break up the fights, particularly when kyoutani made a return to the team

while he was away, you had been one of the only ones who checked up on him, always telling him that if he needed to talk, if he was struggling with anything, you would be there

therefore, he had a lot of respect for you, placing you on a similar level to iwaizumi (the only member of the team who could get away with telling him what to do or scolding him angrily)

this meant that, when you appeared in front of him, placing a placating hand on his chest, his hackles would lower and he would back away, though the glare would remain on his face

truth be told, kyoutani was a little bit scared of you suddenly exploding on him, especially after the way you had snapped at him when he had first pulled off a risky play in practice

you had seen red when he had pushed kindaichi out of the way to spike the ball, marching over and grabbing him by the top to drag him away. it was the first time they had ever seen him apologise

while kyoutani respected you, the relationship you had with him was very different with the one you had with the other second years. kyoutani would never invite you to lunch. watari and yahaba on the other hand...

your week is not complete without a lunch with them. you aren’t even sure when you managed to form such a strong friendship with them, but it was likely when you agreed to help them in maths (it’s not yahaba’s strong point and he begged watari to join him)

you are the one responsible for stopping yahaba showing off, particularly when the gym floods with fangirls, most of them there to watch oikawa

he will flip his hair and affect an air very similar to oikawa which will frustrate you to no end. you will drag him off court by the ear, telling him to stop, threatening him with extra conditioning

matsukawa and hanamaki will definitely start snickering at the way his face reddens, focused more on this than the fact that they are meant to be improving their serves

you can always trust watari to help you out, no matter how much you insist that you don’t need it. he is the first to volunteer to help you set up the court, to help you carry the equipment for away games

now, the first years. if iwaizumi is the team dad, you are the mum

you dote on kindaichi and kunimi, trying to keep them away from matsukawa’s and hanamaki’s influence. you don’t want them to be corrupted by the pair. iwaizumi will help you but even he sees little point in stopping the inevitable

kindaichi was very awkward around you at the start. his brain couldn’t comprehend that a pretty girl was talking to him, let alone asking if he was okay, if he needed a drink

eventually, kindaichi relaxes. you are the one he turns to when he has a problem, explaining it all to you. if it involves another team member, you will encourage him to tell them, not wanting there to be fractures in the team. after all, aoba johsai thrives because of their great teamwork

kunimi is, as usual, very relaxed around you

most of the time, he barely acknowledges your fussing, simply waving you away and heading back onto the court to resume practice

however, if he wants to slack off (which he does often), it will be you he makes eye contact with. you know you shouldn’t condone this behaviour but, occasionally, you allow it. he promises he will pull through for the game and you believe him, though you do explain that if he slacks off too much it could mean risking his sport in the starting rotation

your quiet understanding is often what motivates him to keep going. he doesn’t want to disappoint you. plus, he has seen you angry and would rather not be the reason for that

oikawa is intimately familiar with your anger. the boy just seems to do everything possible to piss you off. what angers you most is the apparent disregard for his own health, but you don't take this out on him physically

you and iwaizumi team up to handle him, with both of you favouring a more violent approach (sometimes that's the only way to knock some sense into oikawa's brain)

while iwaizumi will throw either oikawa or various items such as volleyballs at him, you tend to favour a good old-fashioned slap to the back of the head

he always knows you're coming, his whole body tensing at the sound of your footsteps drawing closer to him. oikawa is almost more scared of you than iwaizumi, probably because you are more cold fury than fiery anger

that first night iwaizumi had asked you to stay behind after practice with him, your heart almost broke at the sight of oikawa pushing himself

you saw the sweat, watched him stumble, clutch at his damaged knee... but despite the pain, he kept pushing

as you watched, you grasped iwaizumi's hand, who was tense beside you, needing the physical anchor as much as you

"why does he do this to himself?" you questioned, watching as oikawa pushed up from the floor, landing awkwardly on his feet. still, he kept pushing

iwaizumi didn't bother to answer. the answer was obvious, and you both knew what it was. he needed to get better, for the team, for himself, for revenge

"if he keeps going like that, his knee will be permanently damaged and he can say goodbye to a volleyball career," said iwaizumi, jaw tight. hand still in yours, he marched onto the court

he finally released your hand to grab oikawa by the shirt and yank him away. his voice was a low growl as he spoke, "don't fucking complain. we've been here long enough and you're going home before you regret it"

"you're so... urgh, do you want to make me lose my mind with worry, tooru?" you sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist, more to reassure yourself that he was fine than to other support. he slung an arm over your shoulder, leaning on you slightly with iwaizumi at his other side

"didn't think you cared, y/n-chan," he teased, giving you an affectionate squeeze. you caught eyes with iwaizumi, rolling your own at oikawa's words

"of course i care. we both do"

from that night on, you and iwaizumi took turns watching oikawa, stopping him when it became clear that he was doing too much

on the nights when you had to watch him, you would sit in the corner of the gym on a video chat with matsukawa and hanamaki as you tried to do some homework (to be honest, you spent most of your time joking around and chatting, but the thought was there)

oikawa, though he never showed it, was grateful for you and iwaizumi's worry. it put a check on him which he would never admit to wanting, but needed desperately

on weekends, you and the third years will always meet up, be it to do homework or just watch a movie at someone's house

movie nights tend to be quite messy (it's not uncommon to be picking popcorn out of your hair at the end)

one time, you had fallen asleep on iwaizumi's shoulder only to wake up to his head flopped against yours and a snickering oikawa and hanamaki. the pair had taken great joy in drawing a moustache and beard on your faces, while matsukawa took photos (he's usually the one who takes your group photos and sends them to everyone at the end)

managing the team is mainly fun, though it does have its cursed moments

you weren't ashamed to admit that you cried, along with the rest of the third years, when you left

however, the tears did not stop you from giving your kouhais some strongly-worded advice

yahaba was warned to not think with his dick and to try his very best to not intimidate oikawa in his quest for some fangirls

kyoutani was told that you were only a phone call away and would not hesitate to scold him if he let his anger take control over his playing style

honestly, the only thing you wished watari was luck. he'd need it, especially as there was no manager to support them next year

kunimi you told to slack off less, though you wouldn't hold it against him if he did sneak off for a little nap during the school day so long as he was energised for volleyball

with kindaichi, you simply gave him a hug and told him to keep trying his best, to not beat himself up over every mistake he made

it was oikawa who insisted on a big group hug, pulling you and a rather disgruntled iwaizumi into his arms, the rest of the team happily bundling in

and, as you hugged each other, you were thankful iwaizumi had convinced you to join the team because you knew you had made friends for life

[deliciousangelfestival]

Wicked Romance

Chapter 1

Character: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her. 

Warning: Maybe bad writing? Hehehe forgive me. This is my first time write and posting my own fan fiction on tumblr.

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If an outsider sees Steve, he got everything: looks, money, status. But for him, he lacks one thing; the right person to stand beside him.  

But let’s talk about how Steve became the new mob leader.

Steve got raised by his mother Sarah Rogers, it was until he retired from the military he reconnected with his father again. 

He thought his father, Joseph Rogers owns a security firm every time he visits him when he was a kid after his parents divorced. Until he reaches a certain age he realized his father actually is a mob boss. He found his childhood friend Bucky, they went to the army together, also working with his father after he got into an accident that cost his left arm. 

He owes it to his father, but Joseph doesn’t need his son to pay his debt. He only wanted his son to stay with him. Joseph has everything, but he missing two things; his lovely wife and his son. 

Joseph loves Sarah, but he forgot she doesn’t come from a mobster background. When they got married, she was overwhelmed. Looking at her husband coming home with blood on his hands or they need to stay at the safe house when she was 8 months pregnant and when Steve was baby the rival gang tried to hurt her and their son. 

Sarah admitted to Joseph that she couldn’t live like this. In the end, she asks to separated but they never divorced. Joseph never sends the document to the court. 

When Joseph retired, he decided to be honest. He went to chase his wife again. With a lot of effort the couple reunited again.

Their love story was so sweet that could make Steve’s teeth hurt. Joseph appointed Steve as the new leader while he enjoys his second honeymoon with his wife. 

It’s been 5 years since Steve became the new mob boss, now he’s waiting for the one that could help him write a sweet story like his parents. 

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Right now around lunchtime at the fancy that owned by Rogers. Steve and others like Bucky and Sam are sitting at the bar. While Pietro is the bartender serving their drinks. 

It's a usual day for them but it's a little bit different with Steve this time.

Steve head not looking at his food because notices someone seating near the window. She wearing a dress, not too sexy but he could see her legs. She is completely different from a woman who dressed less to get his attention. The reason is simple Steve is an attractive man, tall, broad shoulder, the expensive three-piece suit that wraps his muscles. He only sits for 3 minutes, few girls try to seduce him but he politely or in a sarcastic way to shoo them. 

And the girl who he watched for a while won’t budge to turned around. It poked his ego a little bit. He quite used to with the flirt and attention. 

“You still staring at her.”

Bucky’s words made Steve snap up from his trance. 

Steve shook his head, he couldn’t help it because he wants to see the woman face who sitting alone. 

“Pfft.”

Someone who holds his laughter. Three of them turn their gaze towards the bartender served their drink. 

“Something funny Pietro?” Steve raised his eyebrows. 

“I’m just surprised my boss lose his game before approaching Miss Lilly.”

Steve tilts his head “You knew her name?”

Pietro nodded while whipping the glass with cloth “Yup, the gorgeous lady that always left a big tip.” 

“She has become a regular?” Sam asks surprised. 

“Perhaps, it’s difficult to forget her since the first time she came here.” Pietro is a sucker for a beautiful woman. 

He put the clean glass on the shelf “The day she came here also the first day Peter Peter start his job.”

The alpha male grunted when Parker’s name mentioned. That kid is troublesome. He always late for his job and clumsy, but he’s the best chef assistant according to Wanda who the head chef at the restaurant. 

“So she’s been our customer for 5 months. How come we never notice her?” Sam whispered asking. They always come here every day for lunch and dinner. 

Pietro raised his shoulder “Usually she only stays for 10 minutes after buying one drink. Then she left. This is the first time she asks for a table.” 

After hearing the info from Pietro, Steve looking at her back once again. 

“Steve, if you don’t talk to her I will,” Sam said while moving from his seat. 

Steve stop Sam by grabbing his shoulder “I didn’t say I don’t want to.”

“Go get her punk.” Bucky raised his fist.

Steve nodded, he walks closer towards her table, he doesn’t understand why his heart beating so fast. 

He already in his game, using his usual pick-up line and smile, but before his foot stops at her table, she turns her head towards him. 

It felt like a slow-motion when he saw her looking at him. 

The first moment he looked at her eyes, somehow the time stop and world in only both of them. 

She looks at him with a friendly smile. ‘Her eyes,’ he couldn’t look away. 

“Hi…” He couldn’t believe he almost squeaked his voice. Steve could feel his face turn red like tomatoes. How he wishes, the situation could change.

‘BANG’

The loud sound came from the gun sound. The door abruptly opened by a bunch of guys who wear suits, some of them holding guns, and baseball bat, and the one who leads them is Brock Rumlow. 

Steve cursed, because of the annoying newcomer, he already lost the moment with her. But partly he blamed himself, earlier he wished to change the situation. Be careful what you wished for.

It must be his rival gang who crash his business again. This is the third time in one month. Since Brock became the new head after Pierce died. 

“Damn it.” He saw Bucky and Sam already start kicking and punching. 

He turned at her, he looks at her with puppy eyes “Forgive me for today’s distraction. You don’t have to pay. It’s free.”

Before she could reply, one guy holding a baseball bat, and swing at Steve but he able to stop it. 

“Everyone leave this place !!!” He screamed his lungs out to alarm the guest who still shocked. All of them ran to save their lives. 

Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Pietro busy fighting their rival. 

No wonder why he had bad feelings, today seems nothing could go wrong. He knew something bad will happen. Turn out it’s Rumlow. 

“What do you want Rumlow?” Steve hissed at the uninvited guest.

Brock shrugged his shoulder “Oh nothing, I just want to say hi to my rival, since I became the boss now.”

‘Because of that reason?’ Steve inwardly thought. But he knew why Rumlow did this, he want everyone to know his name since he recently got this position. And this bastard choose his place at the wrong time and the wrong place.

Both of them punches at each other and destroyed the furniture.

Brock always sneaky, he prepares a hidden knife under his sleeves aka phantom blade. 

He succeeded stab Steve’s shoulder. 

“Urgh.” But because of his muscles, it didn’t go that deep. 

Brock brings Steve to his shoulder and throws him to the ground. 

Steve landed on the ground while Brock put on a mocking smile looking down at him. 

“Boys~”

The seductive voice made both of them turn to see who it was. 

Steve widened his eyes when he saw the girl who took his breath away standing in front of them. 

When she stood, he could see she’s wearing a skirt that has a high cut on her left thigh. Steve and Brock were taken aback because under the fabric there’s a belt dagger. 

She slightly pouted which made Steve thought for a second she looks adorable. But what the hell is she doing here when he already told everyone to leave this place.

She put her right hand on her left chest “It breaks my heart seeing my favorite restaurant destroyed like this.”

Steve somehow felt happy when he knew she like his work.

She grabs the dagger and throws it to Steve. 

“I’m lending it to you.” She winked at him, and turn around to grab her coat. She headed to the exit door, easily avoided the fight.

“That’s one hot lady right there.” 

“Yeah, she is.”  Steve took the chance to give a butthead towards Brock. He doesn’t want this jerk to look at his ‘future date’. 

Brock screamed while holding his broken nose “That’s was low, I was distracted.”

“Let’s get this over with. I can’t do this all day.” Steve finally let out his rage towards Rumlow. 

####

Their fight is done with the result Steve side who won. 

“I’ll get you next time,” Brock screamed angrily, his fingers broken by Steve. He got carried by the paramedic. 

Steve wiped his bloody nose with a cloth while Bruce pressing his shoulder “Yeah yeah, just not in this place again.” He answered lazily. 

He sighed because he’s getting tired of Rumlow childish fight. After his wound got treated by Bruce, Steve went back into the restaurant. 

What he saw is a broken window, table, the custom leather chair that imported from Italy also ruined. There will be one person who will be crazy over this, Natasha who also his accountant, and Bucky’s wife. 

His shoes step on the broken glass, his eyes locking to the table where she sat. 

When he arrived he saw the book she read. Steve notice there is a bookmark inside of it. He doesn’t want to touch her touch without permission but he eager wants to see what inside. 

Steve put his hand on his mouth and gasped “Oh f**k!”

“Language you punk!” Bucky and Sam appear from behind. Their face and hands also bruised because of the short fight. 

“What’s wrong?”

They got no answer from Steve. He look like a statue still looking at his hands.

Bucky and Sam glanced at the bookmark on Steve’s hand. Both of them smirked.

’When the restaurant re-open, text me: (646)-xxxxxxxx’

Steve’s mind went back to the first time he saw her face and that beautiful smile, then the way she’s not afraid of the craziness that happens today, and she lent him a dagger so he can win. 

He didn’t think it wasn’t a thing, but it happened to him. 

He fell in love at the first sight. 

“We totally lose him.” Sam waves his hand in front of Steve’s eyes. 

They could see Steve on cloud nine right now. 

“Good for him, maybe he could move on this time,” Bucky murmured. 

Sam pointed one critical point “But first of all, we need to tell your wife about today.” 

Bucky sighed “That’s the difficult part.” 

While his friends busy thinking about how to coaxing Natasha so she won’t stun them with the lecture that could last for the whole day and make their ear hurts, Steve is planning how to renovate the restaurant fast so he could text her.

>>>CHAPTER 2

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The couch moves, making the villain freeze with a spike of fear, thinking foolishly for a second that it had someone become animated. Then he shakes the thought off and creeps silently around the other side of the couch, hand reaching over for his knife. Was this supposed to be his attempt at an ambush? Pathetic. The villain fought a smile and closed a hand around his knife. Well, he’d just have to teach the bastard that he couldn’t be fooled so easily.

Then the couch moved again, and a head poked up out of the mass of pillows and blankets and upset cushions piled onto it. The villain recognizes the hero and almost strikes, until he sees that the hero hasn’t moved. Not even to ambush him. In fact, his eyes barely focus on him. The villain frowns and relaxes his fighting stance.

The hero’s eyes finally focus on something—the knife in the villain’s hand, pointed at him, though the point has dipped a bit. But he did nothing to try to disarm the villain, he just stared at it, which annoyed the villain. He contemplated stabbing him anyway, but then the hero cooed, “Ooh, is that for me?” with a grin on his face.

The villain lowers his knife out of surprise and glares at him. “I’m sorry, what?” He stands there stupidly, staring at him in shock. Why did he sound excited about having a knife pointed at him?

The hero laughs, letting his head fall back. “Someone’s uptight.” He gives the villain an appraising look, then smiles menacingly. “I can help with that,” he says in a low voice. 

The villain’s eyes widen. “What?” But before he can say anything else, he’s yanked forward by the front of his shirt. Caught off-guard, he stumbles forward and falls forward onto the hero, where the hero tugs him forward until the villain is sitting on his lap. 

“I’m glad you’re here. I wanted you here, but….” The hero cuts himself by kissing the villain deeply and messily, and winds his hands around his waist. The villain jumps and grabs the hero’s arm tightly out of surprise. His stomach burns and falls like the floor’s dropped out from under him and the only thing keeping him from hitting the bottom is the hero, despite how much teeth is in the kiss. It’s desperate and needy, something that he’s not used to feeling in the hero, especially not directed at him.

Then his mind manages to process the rancid burn of vodka in the hero’s mouth. He pulls away from the hero almost immediately, and every strange thing snaps into place. His foggy eyes, the burrow of blankets and pillows, this. “What are you doing?” he hisses. 

“Saying hello,” he murmurs, the same lopsided grin on his face, his hands trying to coax the villain to close the scant space left between them. Now, it makes the villain’s temper flare up. “I missed you.”

“Shut up. Your mouth stinks like vodka, you asshole.” He knocks the hero’s hands off his waist and clambers clumsily off the hero’s lap, trying and failing to do it with dignity. His lips still buzzed with the kiss, but the taste of alcohol overpowered that. Cruel. Cruel. He squints at the mess on the couch, trying to spot the flash of a bottle. It had to be somewhere. 

The hero uses the opportunity to playfully tug on the collar of his coat, tipping the villain off balance. “You’re bluuuushingg.” 

It’s then that the villain’s foot kicks a bottle when he tries to regain his footing. A blanket mostly hid the thing. Otherwise, he might never have spotted it. “Up yours, idiot,” he mutters, bending down to snatch the bottle up. It’s half empty. 

“Hey!” He huffs at the villain and reaches for the bottle, hand waving in the air uselessly. “Come on, give it back.” But, he doesn’t get off the couch. 

“No. What’s wrong with you? It’s not safe to drink like this alone, what were you thinking?” the villain hisses at him. “How much have you had?” He brandishes the bottle.

The hero rolls his eyes. “I’m really not that drunk, calm down.”

“Oh really?” He crosses his arms. “Then come take the bottle back.” He takes a few long strides back, and holds the bottle out. “Come on. I’m right here.”

The hero narrows his eyes at him. “Fine. Asshole.” He pushes himself up off the couch, making several pillows and cushions slide off him and tumble onto the floor in the process. His hand wavers in the air, trying to grab something for balance that isn’t there. He doesn’t look entirely on balance, but he forces himself to take a step anyway, glaring at the villain all the while. For a second, the villain thinks he can make it, but then the hero takes another step and pitches forward. 

The villain dashes forward to catch him, grabbing him by the shoulders, and only narrowly avoids letting him hit his head on the corner of the coffee table. “Jesus Christ,” he snaps, mostly out of fear. What if he hadn’t been there? “How much have you fucking had?” He adjusts his grip on the hero, now limp, so he can drag him back to the couch. 

“Mmmm, you’re warm,” the hero mumbles into his chest, wrapping his arms around the villain and pressing his face up against him. The villain feels suddenly tempted to drop him again, to teach him a lesson. But he sets him on the floor and bends down to haul him up by the waist in a fireman’s carry. The bottle gets set down on the floor on the way. The hero makes an indignant noise, but lets the villain do it. 

“I asked you a question. Answer me,” he says sharply, carrying him out of the living room and down the hall, assuming that’s where the bedroom is. Most of the doors are shut though, so he decides to kick them open until he finds the bedroom. 

The hero sighs. “I don’t know. A lot. Too much. The hell do you care? You making a move or something, sugar?” he says, clearly trying to brush it under the rug. “Bedroom’s at the end of the hall.”

The villain pinches his leg, making the hero yelp. “Shut up. Just shut up. Don’t say anything. Just shut up.” He’s never seen him this way. Not this drunk, not this… well, flirty. What happened? Why?

The hero falls silent as the villain strides down the hall, straight for the door on the end. It’s partly open, so he kicks it open and doesn’t care when the door hits the wall. He goes straight for the bed and lets the hero fall onto it. He groans, and the villain ignores him. He stalks over to the night stand and opens it up. A couple items tumble out, including a worn crime novel that the villain isn’t in the mood to tease him about. But he finally finds a half empty bottle of water. He can feel the hero watching him while he does it, but he ignores him. 

“Please don’t be angry at me,” the hero says, and it sounds so pathetic that the villain almost softens. Almost. 

“Don’t say another fucking word to me. I just… Christ. Fuck you. Fuck you,” he says, trying to keep his voice calm and fails. And he can’t even understand why he’s so upset. He came here to kill him. Or at least try. So he strides across the room and pinches the hero’s nose until he opens his mouth. “Drink.”

“Get off me, I can do it myself, asshole.” The hero bats his hand away and picks his head up to drink from the water bottle.

The silence in the room draws out, as the villain looks for a glass to give the hero. “I just… I just got so tired of being in this empty apartment. Fucking…. When I’m not at work, I’m here. And then, nothing. Urgh. I’m tired of it. Tired of seeing it. Tired of feeling it. Wanted it to go the fuck away.”

The villain shook his head, and yanks a blanket up over the hero. “I could have killed you. Easily. I should kill you. You’re lucky I don’t. What would be stopping me?”

“Then do it.”

The villain freezes, bottle in midair, and looks down at him. He looks defeated, like he wouldn’t even try to fight the villain off if he stabbed him right now. Might even sink the blade in further.  And the villain suddenly feels cold inside. The only reason he’d really try something like that was if he knew the hero would fight him off. “Drink.” The hero picks his head up to take a drink of water, and the villain sighs. “You should have at least called one of your friends over.”

“Fuck you.” The villain drops his hands where he stands by the dresser, and prepares to snap at him, but he stops once he sees his face. Another tear slips down the hero’s face and falls down onto the pillow, quickly followed by another, as he starts openly sobbing. The villain’s heart twists. 

“I take it that you don’t have anyone to call then.” The hero doesn’t answer, he just starts crying harder, his shoulder shaking. The villain watches him awkwardly, unsure of what to do. He made him cry, really cry. Was he truly that alone? So alone that it made him do this? “Um. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to….” He hesitantly reaches down to awkwardly pat the hero on the shoulder.

The hero grabs the villain’s sleeve. “Come down here. I’ve missed you, I need you. Just….You’re here,” he murmurs. Tears are still falling down his face. 

“You’re drunk. And you don’t really want this. Or me. You’ve just had too much. So don’t.” He tugs his sleeve away from the hero’s grip, but gently this time. It would be cruel. To him and to the hero. “What you need is to sleep it off, and hope that you don’t remember this in the morning.”

The hero falls back on the bed and wipes away tears from his cheeks, but it doesn’t do anything. “Fine, believe whatever you want,” he slurs. “Please don’t leave. I just… I really don’t want to be alone right now. Please, I….” He dissolves into sobs, curling in on his side and hiding his face. 

The villain watches him for a long moment, anger twisting up again in his gut. This time, it wasn’t at the hero. Partly it was at himself, for not noticing. This sort of thing didn’t just bubble up overnight. He hadn’t even guessed the hero could feel this way. He had always seemed untouchable, but there he was, bawling his eyes out because he didn’t have anyone to turn to. His fist clenches. How could anyone have let him let into this kind of pain, and done nothing? 

With a frown, the villain settles on his knees besides the hero’s bed. The hero hears the noise and looks up, tears in his eyes. “I’ll stay here until you fall asleep, and I’ll leave some things for you to make waking up easier. Just rest.”

The hero starts crying harder and babbles something that sounds like “thank you”. The villain puts the water bottle down on the floor beside him and reaches up to stroke the hero’s hair, to help calm him down, forgetting his knife. Just for the evening.

[secondhand-trash]

Kinktober 2020 — somnophilia

A/N: two things: 1. this chapter is called sleep paralysis because in cantonese we call sleep paralysis 鬼壓床 which legit means a ghost pressing up against you in bed. 2. there are so many references in here that referred back to the other chapters of Le Petite Mort and I hope everyone had fun seeing all the throwbacks lmao

Warning: mention of arguments, somnophilia, dubcon, oral (receiving), thigh fucking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, ghost fucking

Word count: 3662

Q:

What do ghosts do to avoid dying in car crashes?

You grinned, and he felt goosebumps rising on his skin at how innocent and sweet the smile was.

“You’re sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

Shinsou thought you were joking when you threw those few words down and headed upstairs without even sparing him one more glance, or that it was only something you said out of a moment of anger, but the deadpan look in your eyes as you shut the door in his face when he was about to follow you into the master bedroom was no joke.

Fine, he fucked up.

At first, he was certain that after one night, after you got a good night sleep and you weren’t pissed at him anymore, things would return to normal but no. The next day, you walked straight past him when he tried to catch you coming down the stairs. His hand was raised midair awkwardly when you directly ignored him after he greeted you with a tone that he felt was very nonchalant and proceed to block him from your view directly with the fridge’s door.

Being indirectly ignored kind of sucks, but being deliberately ignored and knowing he could not really deny that it was his fault really fucking sucked.

It was the third night of him sleeping alone in the empty guest room and after two days of being treated like air, he was starting to feel very, very bothered. How did he survive living on his own for so long? Shinsou groaned and flipped to his side, feeling a great sense of annoyance when the clear consciousness reminded him brutally that he did not need sleep at all and thus he was left with nothing but silence and his own thoughts as a company while he waited for the sun to rise.

He had wanted to swallow his pride and apologise first but every time he just felt a strange knot twisting and pressing down on his stomach when he met your cold stare that was obvious you wanted to pretend you couldn’t see him but also failed to not pick up his presence. He did something wrong, but was he really the sole one at fault? A hint of annoyance aroused from his chest whenever he saw how casually you looked when you walked around the house like it was just you, ripping away all the words that were stuck at the back of his throat until it vanished into thin air.

And so here he was, third night of not being able to sleep on his own bed, tossing and turning as the frustration of not being able to fall asleep made him all the more irritated.

How did he usually get through the night? He sighed, letting his arms fell at his sides limply while staring at the blank ceiling. Right, he clicked his tongue, he used to focus on the steady breathing from your side and use that to lure himself into letting his mind wander off to a state the closest he could get to being sound asleep. 

He groaned, running his palms down from his messy bangs to his face before slamming them down on the mattress. You really need to change this mattress to a nicer one, he thought as he looked around the room, and get some decorations too. 

Urgh, but that would have to wait until you make up. 

It would have to happen eventually, right?  

 He missed the way you would curl up next to him subconsciously in your sleep, or just having you next to him in general. He wondered if you were having a hard time sleeping on your own as well, or had you managed to get used to being alone like you had been ignoring him?

Shinsou thought of the soft whimpers you let out in your sleep, together with the steady rise and fall of your chest when you exhaled. Your lips jutted out so endearingly as nearly inaudible snores roll off of your lips. He felt a different type of irritation at the image, the type that started sparking up in his chest and spread all the way down to his lower stomach, then settled between his legs as an uncomfortable burn.

Fucking hell, as if the night couldn’t get any worse. The sigh he let out was exasperated when he slammed his head back, not getting any relief but felt an overwhelming emptiness when he moved his palm to place it over his semi-erection.

It had been a while since he was even close to being sexually frustrated, not with you around always one step ahead of him when he came up to wrap his arms around your waist and press up against you, earning a soft chuckle before you spun around and pull him in to reciprocate his initiation. He wasn’t all too dissatisfied by his own hand before you came into the picture either but now, knowing that you were right next door with only a wall between the two of you, soundly asleep in the very thin and very tiny shorts you like to wear in bed was not helping his case at all.

Walls could not keep him out. There were ground rules around the house, the first being “no walking through walls” but did that really matter when you wouldn’t even talk to him? His eyes widened at the thought that appeared in his head, pondering for a moment if it was immoral.

He let out a dry chuckle at how the situation he was in reminded him a whole lot of the night when he talked to you for the first time, when he was also on the other side of the wall battling his own thoughts on whether he should slip through it or not. How strange it was that he was now back at the same spot but struggling because of a different reason? Shinsou shut his eyes tight, knowing that this correlation meant one of the arguments in his head had won.

He hadn’t felt like this in a hot minute, but he suddenly remembered why he liked it so much when he pressed his hand on the wall and felt his body melting away.

He was in your(his) room when he opened his eyes again, shivering a little as his skin tingled from manifesting into a physical being again. His breath hitched when he caught your figure sprawled out on the large bed from the corner of his eyes. Taking a tentative step closer, he couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp at how lovely you looked. The moonlight spilled in through the parted curtains that flowed with the occasional breeze, slashing down a glowing white line across your face.

In sleep, you looked so at peace with your hands loosely by your side and your face tilted against the pillow. Your shirt had ridden up, likely from tossing around the space that you usually wouldn’t have that much of with him there by your side. He felt a pang in his chest when he saw the corner of the lavender blanket you bought for him months ago when he first moved into your room poking out from under your frame, the pounding growing louder and louder until it was all he could hear in his eardrums.

Was he allowed to make the assumption that you missed him as much as he had been thinking about you?

His steps were soft as he inched closer and closer to you, worried about waking you up at any given moment. He had told himself that he would only look but holding back was such a hard task when you were right there and he could touch your cheek if he did so little as reached out.

He froze in place when you flinched under his touch, forgetting to breathe for a second before he let out a relieved sigh at the observation that you were still very much so soundly asleep. He was careful when he slowly kneeled down on the edge of the mattress, cautious of the dip that sunk down around you as he perched on top of you.

He leaned down, and paused when he was hovering right about your face. His heart was pounding in his chest, his gaze skittering as he drank in your serene expression.

The first peck was quick and he pulled back almost immediately the moment he touched the softness of your lips. He was breathless at how you seemed to be asking for more with the way your mouth parted even more reflectively and he dipped back in before doing it again and again and again.

He got bolder and bolder when he saw how you were not close to jolting awake, tentatively slipping his tongue in and supported the back of your head with his hand as he tilted you back. It took every ounce of control in him to not moan out at the feeling of your warm mouth, the feeling of skin overwhelming him after a while of isolation.

He couldn’t help but let his hands wander down from the side of your waist and onto the soft swell of your hips where it was connected to your thighs. His lips started to trail down your jaw, not daring to nib down but compromised with open mouthed kisses that left trails of sheen down the soft skin of your neck. He felt a rush to his core when you shivered at the feeling of his icy fingers brushing against your stomach when he crept his hand up your shirt, a subtle jolt of your hips when the pad grazed against your perky nipples nearly had him pulling away.

“Hmp...”

The whimper that slipped from your lips when he rolled the hardened bud between his fingers had his mind racing, his other hand kneading the other side gently over your shirt. He found himself biting back a groan at the sound of your voice. It had only been three days and he already felt like it had been ages since last heard your voice. Trailing down, his eyes were fixed on your face as his lips phantomed over your torso, letting out a shaky breath when he eventually stopped on top of your pelvis.

He felt a heat flaming at the tip of his ears when he dipped his head down, letting the tip of his nose just barely rubbing against the fabric of your shorts before carefully yanking the loose fitting edge of it to the side.

He could not hold himself back anymore when he saw the faint wet spot that had formed at the crotch of your panties.

One long lick on the cotton had it sticking against your cunt, the slight print of your folds sensible on his tongue as he mapped out the shape. He felt like an absolute pervert, feeling so turned on by the slightly textured cotton tugging at his tongue and the sight of his saliva leaving a mark on the already forming spot on your panties. Your body squirmed a little under his ministrations, soft pants leaking from your parted lips and egging him on. Even in your sleep, your body was always responsive to every single touch and drag he placed on you. He slid his index finger underneath the thin piece of fabric, pushing it to the side to reveal your bare slit. There was a slight sheen coating your sex, the lightest clench visible as he laid there with his face right in front of you. 

Every fiber in his being was set aflame when you let out a muffled moan at the tentative way he pressed his tongue flat against your pussy, his hand on top of your lower stomach and thumb just pulling the hood of your clit up enough for him to see the small bud. Glancing his eyes upward, he hummed softly when he saw your eyebrows furrowing together at the friction, slowly and steadily picking up the pace of his kitten licks so your sleeping body could adjust to it in your dreams.

The sounds you made when you were asleep was much different to that when you were very much so conscious, so much breathier and whiny as he dragged his tongue along your sopping folds and flicking upwards at your clit that was starting to swell up from the touches. 

His other hand reached down to his pants to palm his hard on, focusing on how your legs kicked slightly when his tongue slipped past your cunt and stretched out your walls slightly. He felt you clamping down on his harder than usual and it took more coaxing for him to find ease with plunging the warm muscles in and out of your core. You made a soft whimper that almost sounded like a mewl when he swirled the tip of his tongue in you, rubbing against your sensitive walls as he felt your muscles relaxed around him. 

The dull ache between his legs was now painstakingly obvious and hard to brush off as he tasted your arousal on his tongue, the saltiness filling his senses and reminding him of the way your legs clenched around his head the last time he was devouring you.

He did not miss the way your back arched when he pulled out, swiping his tongue across his bottom lips to collect your juices that were leaking down the corner of his lips. His hand was at the side of your thigh, caressing your skin gently as he pulled down the band of his pants. He chewed on his lips as he fisted his cock in hand, the other that was on your legs moving to pull your shorts and panties off your legs completely before he kneeled between your parted legs. 

You twisted around a little when he carefully held onto your calves and bringing them up, kissing the arch of your foot as he eyed you in intent. You didn’t seem to be so displeased by his maneuvering than you were because of dissatisfaction, your lips parting like a frown and your brows locked in place. He rubbed his tip against the soft flesh of your thighs that were now pressed together.

He groaned at the feeling of your legs pressing against his cock when he slip his length in between the base of your thighs, the wetness of your slit making for lubrication as he slowly thrust up against the soft flesh. He gritted his teeth, trying hard to not let the moans that were stuck at the back of his throat echoed out at how nice and warm your skin felt. The friction that was provided had his skin heating up, the way his cock rubbed between the curve of your thighs almost painful before the burn was taken over by a rush of pleasure down his spine. Your hips rocked against the mattress as he snapped his hips upwards, your lips falling apart to form a rounded shape as the white sparks poked against your blurred senses in your sleep.

The sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls, and the back of your thighs reddened under each slam of his pelvis against your skin. His tip was leaking with pre-cum, dripping onto your lower stomach in dots of white as his jaw clenched. He could see your face clearly with the way he was on his knees, each furrow of your eyebrows and quiver of your lips all being drank in by his wandering eyes. His breaths got more and more erratic as he felt his stomach tightened, the period of time where he was completely deprived of acknowledgement let alone touch weighing at the pit of his stomach and making his self control chipped away little by little.

He was sure he could taste blood on his lips with how hard he was biting down as he pulled out from between your legs, his hands still gripping tightly onto your knees as he hooked them loosely around his waist.

It was almost a performative gesture when he leaned down and kissed you square on the lips before he hilted in you.

The sudden stretch set aflame on the fuse in your core, the numbing shock that pulsed through your body tickling your senses until it was far too real to be a dream. You blinked your eyes as you slowly stirred awake, the sore at the side of your jaw and the jolts that reached right down to the tip of your toes setting in as your eyes got used to the darkness. 

You felt a pang of panic when you realised that your limbs could not move.

It was like there was this invisible weight on your body, your legs propped up mid-air but there was nothing between them except for the unmistakable feeling of something hard and hot pulsing between your tight walls. Your eyes rolled back when the pleasure settled in, your body being completely out of your own control as you laid there and gave in to the warmth that was budding in your core. You wanted to whine when the fullness suddenly ceded, only for it to return in the form of a strong thrust that aimed right at the spongey spot deep inside of you. There was nothing in your vision except for the darkness of the room and the faint moonlight, but you did not even need to make a guess to know who it was pressing up against you.

“Ah- Toshi!”

And there it was, the sweet sound of his name rolling off your lips that he didn’et get to hear for the past few days. It was pleasure, an illogical sense of longing, and guilt that settled into the pit of his stomach when you clamped down around his cock. He gulped, his lips falling open as he threw his head back at your velvety walls around his length that was pulsing and warming inside of you. 

He appeared in front of your eyes with a blink, and you lifted up your hands in struggle under the way your body shook under his force. He leaned down almost immediately when you looked at him in the eyes, the waves of emotions welling up in his chest when your hand tangled into his unruly hair and pulled him down for a kiss, the kind where you put in as much force into it that your teeth almost clashed. 

He moaned into your mouth, ropes of white cum painting your insides as his thrusts got sloppier. He was still driving in and out of you when he let go of your legs and reached right up to where your bodies connected. A sharp mewl was ripped from the back of your throat when he rubbed his thumb against your clit, his tongue tangled with yours as he tried to push you down the edge with each press and nudge of his digit against the engorged bud. 

You shut your eyes tight as the hair at the back of your head stood up at the chills that washed down your arms, tugging his hair between your fingers as you cum around him. The soft lilac locks felt like silk slipping out of your hand as you let your hands slam down on your side, letting out a sigh when he gave a few more thrusts before slowly pulling out.

You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, the instant feeling of the sticky substances inside of you threatening to leak out had you clenching your legs together out of reflex as the man flopped next to you. It was the first time you felt a weight around you on the mattress in days, and you didn’t feel the oddity setting in until you shivered under the cold touch of his arm around your waist.

His droopy eyes were looking up at you from the side as you stared at the ceiling, staying silent except for the slight panting of your breaths.

You sighed, “I was trying to stay mad at you...”

“I know,” he said, the knot at the back of his throat starting to form but he swallowed it down as he forced what he must say out of his lips, “I’m sorry.”

His voice was so soft, and you could not help the stammering in your chest at how there were so many times when you were close to giving in the past few days just to hear that. 

You closed your eyes, trying to conjure up all the things that had been floating in your head that past few days when you were so torn between guilting him and mending things. It wasn’t the nicest thing you could have done, you would have to admit but it was the decision that made you feel better and now that you were, you could finally see past the moment of rage blinding your eyes and think of how to move onwards.

“We should talk about that day later,” you said in a whisper, each exhale feeling like a bit of weight was lifted from your chest, "if we want this to work then we need to figure out how to work through things and... well, I really want this to work out.”

“Yeah,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the blade of your shoulder, “I do too.”

You had gotten so used to the scent of lavender that seemed to follow him where ever he went that you were numbed to it almost but the last few days had made the lack of floral hints prickling at your nose awfully hard to ignore. You had never liked lavender, still didn’t now, but there were no denying that your brain slowly melted down at the sweet scent that brushed against your nerves.

You would talk later, but for now you just wanted to fall asleep and not wake up until the sun was spilling through the window onto the large bed that you no longer occupied alone.

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They buckle their sheetbelts.

[rebelwrites]

What Happens In Vegas

Clay Spenser x Reader

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The moment you spun around, your eyes landed on the Blondie that was speaking to your future brother in law. You were confused, this week in Vegas was just for the wedding party, as one big bachelor and bachelorette party, yet you had never seen this guy, or a few of the guys before.

“Yo, sis!” You shouted, resting your arm over your older sister's shoulder. “Who is the fit Blondie taking to D?”

“That my dearest sister is his best man, and one of the lads that he used to be a team mate to.” She struggled.

“Okay, okay next question, why the fuck haven’t I met him before?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the God that was on the other side of the room.

“Because first of all you were married and secondly he has been around plenty of times since you have been crashing with us, but somebody has been too shut off to realise.” Jade shrugged, like it was nothing.

“Please don’t remind me of that asshole,” You snapped, “And sorry I’m trying to rebuild my life after he left me with nothing. But now big sister I need to meet this guy because holy fuck he is fine.”

“Oh god.” She laughed. “You are a nightmare!”

“Hey, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right?” You grinned as she dragged you through the crowd.

As you got closer, you recognised one of them. The one and only Jason Hayes. Letting go of your sisters hand you ran into his open arms. You hadn’t seen him for years.

“Alright, trouble.” He laughed squeezing you tight. “I haven’t seen you for what feels like forever,” he shouted over the music.

“Yeah well you can thank that asshole for that,” You sighed.

“Wait, you aren’t wearing any rings?” Jase asked.

“He left me, took me for everything I had, took the business, the house, the car, everything.” You shrugged “Divorce finalised a couple of weeks ago.”

“And she’s been a nightmare ever since,” Danny laughed, pulling you into a hug.

“Dude, shut up and let me go through my hoe phase in peace!” You giggled, grabbing a shot from the centre of the table.

“Right I need to introduce you to some people.” Danny smirked at you.

“Urm, yeah you do!” You smirked, making him laugh.

“Okay well you know Jase, that’s Sonny, Ray, Eric and Clay” Danny said pointing at everyone.

Flashing them all a smile, you locked eyes with Clay, and instantly felt your heart starting to race, he was one hundred percent your type, and your mind instantly went to the gutter, as the dirty thoughts took over.

Everyone broke off in their groups and you gravitated towards Clay.

“I didn’t know Jade had a sister?” He grinned.

“Yeah, I’ve been crashing theirs for nearly a year now but to be fair I’ve been out a lot! Especially the last couple of weeks.” You laughed, “But it’s nice to get back to the old me.”

“How long were you married?” Clay asked.

“It was about six years, first year was good and then the rest was hell.” You sighed, “But that is a depressing story, so that’s all you are getting.” The music had now changed to more sensual stuff and you couldn’t help but smirk “Come on, we are dancing.”

“I don’t dance darling.” He laughed, bringing the beer bottle to his lips.

“Oh I’m sure I can change that!” You giggled, “Live a little Clay, we are in Vegas, who knows what could happen.”

“Fine but if I don’t have fun, I will make you pay.” He winked.

“I will hold you to that.” You smirked, linking your hand in his dragging him to the dance floor.

To say you had only met Clay a couple of hours ago, you felt like you had known him for years, the conversation flowed along with the alcohol, his touch set your skin on fire and there was definitely shameless flirting going on. And currently you were both in the middle of the dance floor, smashed out of your face, bodies pressed against each other, as his fingers caressed your cheeks. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. And the moment they connected you knew you were fucked.

No one had made you feel, like he had with one kiss. He left you wanting more, wanting to get to know him, wanting to get him into bed. He sent your brain into a frenzy.

“Well that was unexpected!” You breathed, as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You said it yourself, we are in Vegas, anything could happen!” He smirked.

You knew the next week of the trip would be absolute chaos, seen as it looked like you had a new partner on crime to cause trouble with.

The night passed, the drinks kept coming and everyone would be dealing with a nasty hangover in the morning, but you didn’t care. You were all living in the moment, without any thoughts. You and Clay were all over each other, either you were sitting on his lap when you were in the booth, or your hands were roaming over each other’s bodies. And all you could think about was him taking you back to his room and having his way with you.

“Oi trouble,” Danny said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you got another round of drinks in. “I see that look in your eyes, when you look at Clay.”

“And?” You giggled.

“Just be careful, okay,” he said kissing your head, “Clay is a good lad, but I know that your heart of yours is fragile at the moment.”

“Like I said D, let me live the hoe phase. You just worry about the wedding and let me worry about my heart okay.” You nodded.

“I wouldn’t be a good big brother if I didn’t look out for you,” he smiled.

The last call had been made and the final drink had been drunk, everyone was fucked, you couldn’t walk straight so was clinging to Clay, but he wasn’t any better than you so you couldn’t stop laughing as you made your way back to his hotel room. Seen as he still had a stocked mini bar, so the two of you were going to carry on the party.

But you stopped by your room to grab a pair of shorts and a vest top as you needed to get out of this dress and into something more comfortable. It didn’t take long to grab what you needed and get to Clay’s room

The moment you were alone, you tugged at the straps on your dress, shimmying out of the constricting material. Leaving you standing there in a push up bra and thong. Clay didn’t know where to look, the feeling on his eyes roaming your body made you weak at the knees.

“Like what you see baby?” You giggled stumbling over to him, somehow you managed to trip over, but Clay caught you just in time.

“I do,” he breathed, as he held you in his arms. “But I think we are both too drunk to do anything about it.”

“But,” you pouted, “I want you!”

“I know and I want you too, but you are a lot more drunk than me, so it’s not happening tonight though!” He whispered guiding you to the bed. “And honestly the amount of whiskey I’ve drank I don’t think I can get him up, no matter how hard I try!”

“Haha you have whiskey dick.” You giggled, reaching round to undo your bra. “I’m so sleepy,” you hummed.

“Wear this,” Clay laughed, tossing you one of his shirts, “then I think we best get some sleep, we have breakfast to attend in something like 3 hours.”

The sound of a phone going off, woke you up, along with the blazing sun streaming into the room.

“Turn it off” you groaned, snuggling further into Clay.

“It’s your phone,” he mumbled.

“Urgh” you sighed, slowly lifting your head off his chest to try and figure out where you had left the phone.

It didn’t take long to find it, and you couldn’t help roll your eyes as you saw the 20 missed calls off Jade and Danny. Just as the call ended it started ringing again with Danny’s face popping up on your screen.

“Thanks for waking me up!” You moaned, covering your eyes with your hand.

“Well you sound fucked,” he laughed.

“And you are annoying as hell Mr I Don’t Suffer From Hangovers,” you whisper shouted. “My head is pounding, can I go back to bed?”

“Nope! You and Clay are late for breakfast,” he said, the smirk evident in his voice. “Now get your ass down here in 10 minutes.”

“Asshole, you best have a large coffee and a fresh pack of smokes waiting for me!” You growled ending the call, looking back over at the bed you saw Clay had fallen back asleep. “Oi idiot, wake up,” you said, poking his cheek, “We got ten minutes to get downstairs.”

He didn’t say anything but groaned as he rolled out of bed, you couldn’t help but gulp as he stood there in a tight pair of boxers, hair all fluffy, just looking like a snack.

“You just gonna stand and stare, or you gonna get ready?” He teased.

“Urm yeah,” you mumbled, picking your shorts up of the floor, pulling them on before grabbing your bra and vest top disappearing into the bathroom.

Once you were ready you walked out into the bedroom, rubbing your arms from the crisp morning air.

“Here, wear this,” Clay smiled, tossing you one of his zip up hoodies.

As you slipped it over your shoulders, the smell of his aftershave filled your nose, making you smile. You had known him less than 12 hours and he was making you feel like a teenager again, yep you were fucked.

Soon enough you had both joined the group at the table outside, before you even sat down Jade passed you a spare pair of sunglasses, with a smirk like she knew this would happen.

“Well you two look like a sight for sore eyes!” Danny laughed, looking between you and Clay.

“Shut up and give me the smokes!” You hissed, holding your palm out. The moment you had the smokes Jade linked her arm with yours dragging you to the smoking area.

“Right, tell me everything!” Jade squealed.

“Nothing happened,” you shrugged, “And please whisper!”

“Girl, come on. I have known you for years now, I saw how you were looking at each other last night.” She grinned, “And I know full well you ended up in his room and that is his hoodie.”

“Look we were far too drunk for anything to happen, I mean I wanted to but Clay put a stop to it because of how drunk I was.” You said, taking a long inhale of your smoke.

“I knew you would have a connection with him.” She beamed as you headed back to the table.

The moment you sat back down, Clay winked at you, making you feel giddy again.

“So I’ve heard love is in the air,” Danny smirked.

“Urm fuck love, just gimme the hot, rough sex!” You said, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I mean if you met the right person, maybe you could have both.” Clay said, keeping eye contact with you. The moment your brain caught up with what he said you choked on your coffee.

“I mean that person had to be really fucking special to make be believe in love again.” You shrugged, everyone else had gone back to whatever conversation they were having.

“If you are challenging me, then I’d say game on,” he smirked, leaning his head against his fists. “I know you felt the spark last night.”

“Let’s just see what happens this week,” you laughed, “And if I haven’t killed you then we shall see, but the sex better be damn hot boy.”

“I’m sure I can show you how hot it can get tonight!” He hummed, making you once again choke on your coffee.

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